Scorched

Scorched

Desiree Holt
&
Allie Standifer

Book one in the Turn Up the Heat series.

Kasey Jacobs spends her days as a bookkeeper for a discount furniture store and her nights writing erotic romances, still waiting to meet the man who could ring her chimes. Maybe her new neighbor, Skyler Brody… Too bad she hasn’t seen him since the day he moved in.

Then Skyler, a cop recuperating from a gunshot wound, spies Kasey pleasuring herself in front of an open window and nearly trips over his tongue rushing to introduce himself. The sex is instantaneous and hot, with all the explosiveness of fireworks.

But Kasey wants something Skyler isn’t prepared to give. Perhaps they can find a way to each other’s heart—if they don’t burn themselves out with their nightly erotic activities.

Chapter One

Elin sucked in her breath as his large hand cupped her breast, his thumb rasping her nipple through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Her panties dampened and the drumbeat of need pounded through her body. He lightly nipped the line of her jaw before capturing her mouth again in a predatory kiss.

Kasey Jacobs sat back in her desk chair and took a healthy swallow of her iced tea. Despite the fact that the air-conditioning churned and she wore only thin shorts and a thinner tank top, she felt way too hot, her skin stretched tight, her heart racing slightly. It was always like this when she was writing the hot sex scenes in her books. How pathetic was it that her sex life existed within the pages of the erotic romances she created? Elin Farrell was having more sex than she was.

Idly she glanced out the window of the room she’d converted to her study, taking in the darkened house across from hers. They were the only two houses in the cul-de-sac and the way they’d been built, they directly faced each other. The owner of the other house had moved in three weeks ago but except for moving day she hadn’t laid eyes on him. The broad width of his muscular shoulders. The dark tangle of sweat-dampened hair. Oh yeah, everything about her mysterious neighbor made her hormones stand at attention.

No lights came on at night. Weird, but so were males in general. Men had been a constant disappointment to her, unlike the heroes she created. Having decided that fake sex had far fewer problems, she’d sworn off men, at least for the foreseeable future.

But for some reason tonight he invaded her thoughts. As she wrote about Elin’s lover the faint image of her neighbor kept jumping into her mind. Yummilicious. That was the word for him. He could have walked straight off the pages of one of her books. From just those glimpses of him sexual awareness had charged through her body. Probably a good thing she hadn’t seen him since or she might have made a total fool of herself. And she knew what a disaster that would be.

Well, hell!

Turning back to her computer, she picked up where she’d left off, trying to immerse herself in the scene again.

His tongue was a liquid flame, scorching the inside of her mouth as his hand continued to knead her breast. He whispered in her mouth, “I’m going to fuck you, Elin, until you know who you belong to.”

Fuck!

Kasey hit Save and stood up. She was getting more turned on by her words than usual, and her neighbor’s shadowy form kept superimposing itself on her thoughts. She looked out the window again and wondered what he did at night that he was never home. She’d begun keeping her blinds pulled up on the off chance she might catch a glimpse of him but no such luck.

She needed to get him out of her mind and do something to take care of the hunger riding her body.

* * * * *

Skyler Brody lay perfectly still on his bed, the lights in his bedroom off and his blinds wide open. From where he lay he had direct visual access into the house across the way and the mouthwatering redhead who sat there every night at the computer. He figured she didn’t think he was home so she, too, kept her blinds up. Something for which he was extremely grateful.

She always wore the same type of outfit, skimpy shorts and top. Her generous breasts pushed against the soft material, making his cock harden every time his eyes focused on them.

Getting shot in the line of duty hadn’t been any fun, although it was always a hovering possibility for cops. Especially Homicide cops. The wound had been a through and through and shouldn’t have caused him much of a problem. Except it was in his shooting arm so he was on leave until physical therapy cleared him as fully operational.

His first night home instead of out on the streets, lying in his darkened bedroom, he’d discovered the tantalizing show in the house that shared the cul-de-sac with him. Now he lay there each night, watching her like some voyeur, and fantasizing about all the things he’d like to do to her.

When he saw her rise from her desk chair and leave the room a shaft of disappointment arrowed through him. Usually she sat there much longer, doing whatever it was she did at the computer. The sight of her always made his cock harden and his balls draw up in frustration. At least he knew the most important parts of his body still worked. If only he had someone to work on them with.

He wondered where his neighbor had gone and if she’d be back.

He was just about to turn over when she came back into the room and…

Holy fucking shit! She was naked!

* * * * *

Kasey had thought a million times about moving the full-length mirror into her bedroom. It just seemed the more logical place for it. But when she’d bought the house the mirror had already been hung in the front bedroom so she’d just left it there, preferring to have her master bedroom farther away from the street. When her neighbor moved in she’d stopped using it for more than just checking her outfits every day or seeing which clothes looked best on her. Too bad, because when she pleasured herself it always turned her on more when she could watch.

But after three weeks of not seeing him after dark she’d figured out her neighbor did something that took him away nights, so she had her privacy again. She supposed she could have closed her blinds, but the idea of imaginary voyeurism—someone watching her with her toys—upped the arousal factor. Of course, if he were really watching…

She shook her head. Impossible. She’d have seen some indication of it.

Maybe I should put a mirror on the bedroom ceiling!

She laughed to herself as she moved back into her study, imagining the jokes the workmen would make if she placed an order for that.

Kasey wet her lips as she placed her little pink tote with her toys in it on a small, low table. More than a week had gone by since the last time she’d done this, but she was stuck at a place in her book and needed inspiration. Reaching into the tote she plucked out one of her favorites, the whispering butterfly. She’d gone to a sex toys party doing research for her books—“Yeah, right,” her friend Ariel had laughed—and the butterfly had fascinated her. Once she’d tried it out, it had become her favorite toy to start her sessions with. Adding a drop of a special cream to it that would make it adhere to her skin, she stood sideways to the window, facing the mirror.

Casually she brushed her fingers over her carefully waxed pubic area, feeling the heat rising from the skin. She enjoyed looking at herself with no curls to impede her vision. She could see the delicate pink of her labia and the tip of her sensitive clit just peeping out from its hood. The sight always gave her a rush.

Moving her feet apart, Kasey separated the folds of her cunt with the fingers of one hand and with the other placed the clamps of the tiny butterfly right on her clit. She pressed the little ball that replicated the head and immediately the delicate creature began moving, the wings fluttering slightly against her inner lips.

Immediately sensations shot through her body, vibrations humming through her pussy and into her womb. She cupped her breasts with her hands, feeling the heavy weight of them, and rubbed her thumbs across the hardening tips. Sometimes she imagined they were the hands of a lover, but she’d never had a lover as gentle or considerate with her as she could be with herself. They’d been inventive, demanding, imaginative, but it was still always about them. This way it could be about her and she didn’t have to worry about anything.

Selfish, maybe, but she thought she’d earned the right.

As the butterfly continued to vibrate and flutter its wings, the mass of tiny nerves in the inner walls of her cunt responded, setting up tiny tremors in her inner muscles. Her cunt hungered for something to fill it, but she always made herself hold off as long as possible, prolonging each sensation.

When she felt her eyelids drooping, her mind tempting her to block out the sense of sight to enhance all the others, she pinched her nipples, hard, and forced them open. Staring at her pussy in the mirror, she watched the little butterfly and felt the first drops of moisture trickle down the inside of her thigh.

She never had a problem getting wet. Her greedy pussy always lubricated itself well. And despite the size of some of the cocks that had plundered it in the past, her inner muscles remained nice and tight. She felt the tremors in her vaginal walls increasing, almost as if the wings of the butterfly had moved inside her flesh and were beating inside her.

Her pulse was pounding harder now, stimulated by the insistent thrum of vibration racing through her. When she could stand it no longer she gritted her teeth to force herself to move and reached into the tote again. The dildo she pulled out was one of her favorites, long and thick and very lifelike. Lifting one foot and resting it on the low table, she inserted the dildo into her cunt, taking her time, pushing it in partway, pulling it out, then pushing again.

She drew out the process until at last she had it all the way in, and the muscles of her pussy clamped down on it avidly.

Yesss!

Oh, yes. That was what she craved. That huge cock filling her, stretching her tissues. Pushing on the tip of the butterfly again she increased its speed and began moving the dildo in and out of her cunt. Faster, faster, faster. One hand gripped her breast, rolling and pinching the nipple as the other thrust the dildo in and out of the wet, grasping cavern.

More, more, more!

The orgasm built low in her belly, spreading outward like the flames of a greedy fire, consuming her until it reached its goal and exploded. It was all she could do to stay upright as the spasms shook her and her cunt convulsed over and over again. When the last tremor died away she pulled out the dildo and stopped the butterfly, very carefully removing it from her sensitive, swollen clit.

Dropping the toys into the tote, she lowered herself to the floor, spread her legs and with heavy-lidded eyes looked at herself in the mirror. All that pale pink flesh between her thighs was now rosy with fulfillment, flushed with the heat of climax, and glistening wet.

When she could finally pull herself together, she rose on slightly unsteady legs, picked up the tote and headed toward her bedroom.

* * * * *

Holy fucking shit!

Skyler lay in his bed with his heart racing, pulse pounding, one hand fisted around his cock. As the show across the street progressed he’d thrown back the sheet covering him and taken himself in hand. His other hand cupped his balls, cradling them as he watched the erotic dance and slowly stroked himself.

If he could have asked for anything else to make this little episode better—besides having this woman right in his room with him—it would have been for her to be turned more toward him so he could get a full view of what he was sure was a delectable little cunt. Shifting to a better position, he turned onto his side with one knee bent, caressing his hot dick as his eyes devoured the scene across from him.

Naked! Her little puss was naked! She either shaved or waxed. Skyler didn’t know and didn’t care. He was just glad she did it.

God, she was such a wet dream. Had she done this before and he just hadn’t noticed? Not damn likely. Probably before he moved in, when she’d had the cul-de-sac to herself. His arrival had no doubt put a crimp in her “activities”. He figured his lack of appearance at night as well as the absence of lights on in his house had convinced her it was safe to put on her little show again.

He wondered what she did during the day that inspired her to do this at night. Or what she was working away on every evening. That was more likely.

Oh, shit!

He watched her ride through her orgasm, body spasming despite her obvious efforts to hold herself together. And when she lay down on the floor and studied her pussy in the mirror, he just lost it. His eyes glued to the window, his hand pumped harder and faster until his balls drew up, his body tensed and his semen spilled out over his clenching fingers.

At last he lay back, exhausted, forcing himself to breathe slowly until his heart rate returned to normal. He managed to stumble to the bathroom and clean himself up, then fall back into bed. Tomorrow, come hell or high water, he was going to introduce himself to his neighbor.

* * * * *

A little after six Kasey wearily pulled into her garage. She leaned her head back as the automatic doors closed leaving her in the comforting dark stillness. How much more could she take, she wondered? Furniture For People, her current employer, paid a decent salary with the all-important benefits, but her brain just about slipped into a coma every day she spent there.

An accountant for the discount home furnishing chain, Kasey didn’t expect intrigue or floor shows, but save her from middle-aged women with their pot-bellied husbands bickering over interest for a couch that wouldn’t last the length of their contract.

Easing her eyes open, Kasey took a deep breath and let the day’s annoyances wash through her. She’d made it home, to her personal sanctuary where no one and nothing could bother her. A place where the madness stopped, the mask of boring goody two-shoes fell away and she could truly be herself.

Through the mind-numbing boredom of her work, Kasey at least had plenty of time to let her imagination flow. Several new plots, positions and potential characters took root in her imagination. She needed to get it all down before she forgot.