The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 18: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women (10 page)

Unlike last time, he was not at all interested in going slow. He just went into her hard, fucking her like his life depended on it. She clawed on his back as he rocked her in rhythm. She suddenly wanted to cry out and give in to her urges but she did not want to cum, not just yet. She gasped when he suddenly pulled out of her and pulled her to a sitting position.

“Turn around,” he said in a commanding voice. She turned around and held on to the slightly open window as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned out loud when he entered her.

He began fucking her hard, slamming against her like it was the last thing he would ever do, his legacy. She held on to the window afraid that his thrusts may cause her to break it. She suddenly cried out loud as she finally gave in, feeling herself draining onto his cock. His thrusts became faster and smoother thanks to the fresh lubricant courtesy of her orgasm. She screamed again as he continued fucking her hard until he became a piston.

“Camilla… I’m going to cum!” he said amidst his thrusts. “Camilla…” he said again as he began pouring himself into her.

“Oh shit,” she moaned as she felt a second orgasm raking through her one more time before they both collapsed in a heap.

“Like I said, you are going to kill me one day,” he said as he struggled to catch his breath. “And to think that I left candles burning and the bath running.”

She squeezed her arms around him. “I never said the evening was over. I was just making up for missing dessert,” she said. He pulled away and looked down at her. His eyes were already used to the dim light by now.

“Really? You are a naughty doctor, Dr. Van Hauser,” he said with a smile.

“That I am,” she said in a sexy voice. “So, now, do you feel strong enough to drive? I think a bath would do me good,” she cooed. He smiled and kissed her.

“In due time, Dr. Van Hauser. In due time,” he said as he buried his face in her neck.

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I watched Blake pump his fist into the air while his voice went higher, driving the ocean of fans into frenzy. Tucked away in a room backstage, I wondered if he even remembered our hot sex from college. Since his band had risen to fame, I seriously had my doubts.

I watched the TV in the little room, grinning as the new guitarist threw his long hair forward while passionately jamming, before the drummer launched into a solo. Thinking back to our college days, which I’d done way too much lately, sent an ache through me. After Blake had dropped out, we’d kept in contact for a bit but lost track of each other when both of us moved.

Since then, I’d gone through a hasty divorce. I wondered if he’d ever gotten married. As the concert ended, I quickly gathered my things for the interview which I’d fought hard to schedule. Through sheer power of will, I clamped down on my nerves as they exited the stage.

Although I still had feelings for Blake, I wasn’t about to gush. Even so, I pulled out my compact for a quick peek at my appearance but jumped when the door suddenly opened. The drummer stepped into the room, filling it with his presence.

He nodded respectfully and motioned toward the door, “We’ll be doing the interview at the hotel. Do you have a ride or would you like to join us?”

I shrugged, “If you have room, I can pick your brain on the way.”

“That wouldn’t be advisable. We need a little downtime after the show. Is that okay?”

I quickly nodded and rose as he turned away. He walked at a brisk pace toward two burly men who ushered us out of the building and into the back of a van. I didn’t see Blake but wasn’t about to ask his whereabouts so I stayed quiet as we headed to the hotel.

My anxiety lay like a ball in my stomach as the band members fidgeted, showing restless energy as the van pulled into the alley. In way of small talk, I said, “I’m staying here too.”

The drummer grinned, “We know.”

Detecting impatience in his tone, I kept quiet until the bassist said, “Blake, our singer, will be conducting most of the interview. He was held up backstage so it may be a bit before he gets here. That’ll give us a chance to unwind anyway.”

I nodded as the door slid open and thanked them for the ride. They filed out and into a lift without another word. A man directed me to the lobby where I swiftly went up to my own room to wait. I unpacked my few belongings and settled down at my laptop to record my impression of their band while I waited.

Afterward, I flipped on the TV and made it halfway through a movie before there was a knock on my door. Expecting it to be an escort, my jaw dropped when I opened it to find Blake standing there. He was more muscular than in college, filling the doorway while motioning to my room, “Mind if I come in?”

I stepped back, wondering if he recognized me. When I shut the door and turned, he shocked me again when he hauled me into his arms and swung me into the air, “Kristine, I can’t believe you’re here!”

I gasped at the contact, not expecting this response, and tried to control myself in his grip. Hoping he didn’t detect the fierce ache that sent a zap of electricity firing through me, I hugged him back but realized my mistake as my breath hitched. He reluctantly set me on my feet and placed a mere inch of space between us, looking thoughtfully down at me with expressive eyes.

A shiver went through me, “I didn’t think you remembered me.”

He grinned, stepping into me once again, “Spark’s still there.”

My throaty laughter flooded his face with raw interest, “Are you still married?”

I shook my head and shrieked as he jerked me to him, pouring hot breath down my neck, “That’s great news.”

Realizing he’d kept tabs on me, my heart sped out of control as I squirmed in his grip, “You’re still as affectionate as always.”

Amusement flooded his face as his gaze dropped to my lips. I swallowed hard, trying to draw breathe into my frozen lungs and pry my tongue off the roof of my mouth.

“Why are you so damn nervous?”

“You’re famous and I really didn’t think you would…”

His mouth dropped to mine as he said, “I haven’t been able to keep you off my damn mind, Kristine.”

His hand brushed the nape of my neck in gentle strokes, sending my neck into a boneless state. His heated gazed searched my face before his lips closed over mine. My fingers curled into fists around his damp shirt as my mind crashed. Completely forgetting about the interview, I went limp against him as the flood of emotions threw a whimper up my throat. Pressed against my thigh, his hard cock flexed and I gasped at the same time his mouth left mine.

His stubbled chin brushed my face, “I can’t wait to fuck you again.”

Even though I badly wanted the same, I shook my head, “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”
 

“Oh, you feel ready to me.”

I pushed at him, “Blake, I’m here to work.”

“Uh-huh… the interview. After I shower and get comfortable.”

“Okay…I need to—“

“Get undressed and join me in the shower. That’s what you need to do.”

Shocked at his blunt command, my gaze flew over his face before my jaw dropped. The raw lust on it spoke volumes but the intense wildness in his eyes seemed to read my soul.

When I didn’t move, he flicked my lapel, “Should I rip them off?”

Frozen by his demanding expression, I shook my head but still didn’t move. As if reading my mind, amusement cut across his face before his eyebrow flew up, “I’m not as gentle as you remember, Kristine. Either you move or I do and I recommend you move first. I would have shredded that nice suit by now but I have a degree of respect for you.”

My eyes widened as my hands shot to my hips, which was a brutal mistake. His other eyebrow flew up to join the first as steel shot into his eyes. Amused laughter rang through the air as he yanked me to him, “You asked for it!”

“What the fu…?”

I gasped when he jerked my tailored jacket backwards, trapping my arms flat against my sides. The buttons bounced off his chest and hit the floor. I didn’t have time to react before he yanked my bra off and threw it over his shoulder. Angry now, I tried to pull my arms out but he swept my legs out from under me and headed toward the shower.

“Blake, put me down!”

He calmly shook his head, “You’re not going to tell me you haven’t thought about me all this time. I could tell from that kiss so don’t bother denying it!”

He slid me down him and swiftly removed the rest of my clothing before pinning me against the tile wall. If his body hadn’t held me there, I would have hit the floor. He leaned away but remained locked onto my mouth as he dropped his pants and shirt.

Pulling me off the wall by cupping my ass, he transferred us into the shower. I ran my hands down his chest, vaguely realizing that he’d developed more chest hair. He braced me against the tiles, leaving my mouth to drag his face down to my nipples.

Panting, I tugged on his hair. Unable to separate sensations from his hands and mouth, I cried his name as he guided my limp leg over his shoulder. The intensity in his voice drained my remaining energy, “I’ve dreamed of tasting you for so damn long.”

With hands fisted in his hair, I curled around him as hot breath moved over my clit. Gasping in a lungful of humid air, I cried out when his mouth closed over the pearl. His fingers thumped deep inside, owning my G-spots while his teeth and tongue sent me into climactic oblivion.

My ragged voice rang through the air, begging him as he pressed my back to the tile. With bold conviction, he grated out, “You’re mine, Baby. Our separation stops now.”

He plunged into me, bracing me against the wall, collapsing all my thoughts. My back heaved, pressing my nipples against his chest, as his mouth closed over mine. I held no memory of his roughness but it served to heighten my own passion.

Frantically grinding my hips into him, I reveled at the continuous wash of pleasure he was still able to generate. As if reading my mind, he bumped me deep inside with his cock and sent my mind reeling. I moaned in his mouth, clinging weakly to his shoulders as I went limp against the wall.

He pulled his mouth off mine, raking teeth to my earlobe, “You still got the sweetest pussy—even hotter now.”

Lost in a fog of desire amplified by his dirty talk, I nuzzled my face into his hair. He slid me into the corner, bracing me with a hand over my breast, and fucked me harder. Digging shoulders into the tile, I ground into him. The sound of my queefs and panting mingled with his grunts until, with a harsh string of curses, he jerked inside me.

His thumping cock sent me into a full body twist, setting my hips grinding and rocking him inside me. He pulled me into his arms, plunged his fingers into my wet hair, and breathed over my lips, “Shit, don’t you ever leave me again. I’m miserable without you!”

Stunned isn’t the right word for what I felt. This rock star was practically professing his need for me and all I could do was stare at him. He laughed at my wide-eyes and dropped jaw before sliding me down him and turning, “That’s right, Baby, I should never have let you go.”

Grinning at his endearment, I asked, “Why didn’t you stay in contact?”

He shook his head under the spray, “Because you scared the shit out of me. I wanted a career in music and couldn’t see that happening if I latched onto a woman.”

“And now?”

He glanced back at me with a silly grin, “I have fame and fortune but I’m not happy without you.”

I searched his face, “Are you just obsessed with having me or do you really care?”

He jerked me to him so fast that my teeth snapped together, “I would gladly give it all up and, yes, I’m probably obsessed with you!”

The intensity on his face sent a thrill shooting through me. He shrugged, “Ask the rest of the band if you don’t believe me. I’ve been hell to work with but, during the last week, I’ve been so much more pleasant.”

Floored, I nodded while he cocked an eyebrow, “How do you feel about all this?”

I opened my mouth but snapped it shut before frowning, “I have feelings for you but, after my divorce, I promised myself not to…”

“Why’d you marry that jerk?”

I blushed, “I was trying to get over you.”

He grinned, hauling me off my feet and through the chilled spray, “I knew it!”

I slapped his shoulder, “Okay! I still care.”

“That’s all I need to hear.”

He cranked the cold water off and we quickly finished. Unwilling to stop touching me, he pulled me to him, “Grab your things and come to my room.”

Scowling at the idea of a rowdy band, I asked him if his band drank or did drugs. His eyes narrowed, “I drink every now and then but, if they use, it better not affect their performance. We just ditched a drummer because of that. Shithead snorted anything put in his face.”

“Can I use that in my blog?”

“NO!”

I grinned, “I wouldn’t have anyway.”

He grew thoughtful as I collected my things before asking, “Why wouldn’t you? It’s a juicy bit of info.”

I rolled my eyes, “Because I’m biased when it comes to you. That means the interview is off.”

His eyes narrowed, “We’ll talk about that later. Let’s get you into my place first.”

I nodded as he picked up my bags. When we left, a burly guy pushed off from the wall, “Everything okay, Blake?”

“Couldn’t be better, Joe.”

Glancing back at me, he explained, “Joe’s my personal bodyguard. You need anything—he’s the guy to ask.”