101 EROTICA STORIES (25 page)

“The flavor is much better this way,” he mumbled against her throat, his hot breath sending shivers up and down her spine.

“I still think I can do you one better,” she said breathily, her heavy-lidded eyes colliding with his curious gaze.

A wicked grin slowly crept up on his features, knowing that he definitely made the right choice in setting his sights on her.

She pushed at his chest once again, making him lean against the back of the couch. Swinging her legs off his lap, Lou stood up to stand in front of him. James’ breath hitched as he watched her hike her skirt up, inch by tantalizing inch of her creamy skin being exposed to his hungry gaze. He was itching to get his hands on her, to feel her smooth thighs under his palms, to travel higher to the heat of her. But before he could even move, she lowered herself onto his lap, one knee on either side of his hips, her firm backside settling on his growing hardness.

His hands found their way to her slender hips as she rocked forward, eliciting a deep moan from him. She smirked at seeing his green eyes darkened with lust as her hands found their way to his shirt, exposing more of his torso one button at a time. She bit down on her bottom lip in appreciation at seeing just how toned he was, mewling softly at the feeling of his muscles contracting under her palms as she parted the two halves of his shirt and pushed them off his shoulders.

Lou twisted around to reach for her flute of champagne, taking one lingering sip while Stu gently rocked her against him. He quirked an eyebrow at her as she gently pushed at his shoulders again, the delicate glass looking close to slipping from her fingers. With a subtle flick of her wrist, she tilted the flute over his chest, earning a hiss as the cool liquid trailed down his torso.

Throwing the now empty flute on the couch, Lou bent down to lick at the trail of champagne on his skin. James struggled to stifle the moan that bubbled up through his throat at the feeling of her lips and tongue on his chest, his grip on her hips growing tighter at every lick and nip.

He could feel her start to slip off his lap, but as much as he wanted to feel her lips elsewhere, he doubted if he could keep himself together if she had her way any longer.

“No sweetheart,” he said in his low brogue, taking her wrists firmly in his grasp. “As odd as it sounds, I feel like being a gentleman this evening.”

“Well Mr. Mason,” she said huskily. “What do you have in store for me?”

“Hold on tight,” he replied with a short laugh, his arms finding their way around her back, pressing her body to his as he stood up to his full height.

Lou’s legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her hands gripping onto his shoulders, head nuzzled against his neck as he made his way towards the unmanned bar. He slowly lowered her onto a bar stool and placed a hard kiss to her lips, muttering for her not to move when he left to go back to the couch.

James proudly brandished the bottle of champagne and plate of fruit upon his return, placing the items on the bar counter just behind her. He plucked another strawberry from the plate and dipped it into the chocolate before taking it to her mouth. Just as Lou was ready to bite down on the fruit, he smeared the chocolate on her lips, smirking as he ate the strawberry himself. Any protest she had, however, died on the tip of her tongue as his mouth descended back onto hers, suckling on her lips to get all the chocolate off, the taste of strawberry on his tongue intoxicating.

“I have to ask,” he started, his lips a mere breath away from hers. “How do you feel about this shirt?”

“It’s Marc Jacobs,” she said, her voice nothing but a whisper.

“Honey,” he chuckled. “I couldn’t care less if it was made by Marc, Jim or Charlie. You either need to take it off or I’ll rip it off you.”

If hearing his authoritative tone wasn’t enough, seeing the mischief dancing in his eyes had Lou quickly pulling her shirt out of the skirt, deftly unfastening the buttons and shrugging the material off her slender shoulders. She held a breath as James took his time staring at the newly exposed flesh, pleased to see the hardened peaks of her nipples pressed against her black satin bra.

He moved between her legs and dropped his head, placing soft kisses along the tops of her breasts. Her head was swimming in bliss at the feeling of his lips on her skin. She gasped when she felt the cool champagne hit her heated flesh, quickly turning into a low moan as his kisses turned to suckling. With skillful fingers, James unclasped her bra, slowly dragging the straps down her arms and throwing the garment over his shoulder.

Lou eyed him with a lustful gaze as he took a swig from the champagne bottle before pouring more of it down her chest, his hands smearing the rose colored liquid across her breasts, fondling each mound of flesh before his hot mouth descended to taste her again. He massaged, licked, nipped and suckled at her breasts with equal attention before moving further down her body, his tongue darting out to dip into the small pool of champagne in her belly button as his hands tugged at her skirt.

Finding the zipper at the side, James dragged it down, finally able to rid her of the piece of clothing, leaving her in nothing but a small triangle of black satin cover her center and her patent black Louboutins on her feet. His aching hardness twitched when he looked up to meet her gaze, another strawberry trapped between her lips, eyes beckoning him to take her. He pressed his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue through her parted lips, the flavors of strawberries and champagne taking over their senses.

Lou’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt one long finger trace her satin-covered core, prompting him to press harder on her clit, turning her small gasp into a low moan. She could feel his smirk against her lips as James moved her panties off to the side, feeling her already slick with desire as he traced her slit. She whimpered as his finger sank into her heat, his slow strokes bringing both pleasure and torture.

“You like that?” he whispered against her lips, his jade orbs boring into her blue eyes. She could do nothing but nod as his thumb rubbed against her clit, matching the each thrust of his finger. “What was it that you said earlier?” he asked teasingly. “I think I can do you one better.”

She watched intently as he sank down to his knees, bottle of champagne in hand once again. He threw one of her slender legs over his shoulder, his breath fanning against the inside of her thigh. Her body tensed as he poured the rose liquid over her center, waiting with baited breath for what she knew was going to happen next. Her head was thrown back in pleasure, moaning at the first hot swipe of his tongue. James let out a moan of his own, the smell of her sex and her earthy flavor creating such a delicious taste on his tongue as it mixed with the champagne.

Lou wove her fingers into his slicked black hair as another finger sank into her core, the combined ministrations of his skillful tongue and hands close to driving her over the edge. James moaned from low in his throat as her hands pressed his head against her heat, the vibrations making her writhe against his mouth. It wasn’t long until he could feel her walls contracting, and with a few more strokes of his fingers, teeth grazing against her nub, she was sent headlong into climax.

“Still think I’m over compensating?” he teased, a smug grin set on his lips as he stood up in front of her, watching as her body rode the last waves of ecstasy.

She said nothing as she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer so her hands could reach for his belt buckle. She made quick work of unfastening it, not bothering to drag it out of the belt loops, focusing instead on unbuttoning his slacks. She palmed his length through his black boxer briefs, earning a guttural moan from him.

Her actions made him lose whatever bit of control he had left, wanting nothing more than to have his aching cock slam relentlessly into her. He roughly took her hands and instructed her to hold onto the back of the bar stool as he slipped his boxers down his muscular thighs, kicking them off right along with his slacks and shoes. Her eyes widened as she saw just what he had to work with, a sly smile forming on her lips knowing just how good this was going to be.

He smirked smugly when he saw the appreciation etched on her features, one hand stroking his torrid length, smearing the drop of pre-cum over the blunt tip. He moved back between her thighs, her legs instantly finding their way around his back, heels digging slightly into his firm backside.

He rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, teasing until she resorted to begging him to be fucked. He pressed his lips roughly against hers, moaning into her mouth as he surged into her in one quick thrust. Lou gripped onto the back of the bar stool for dear life as he repeatedly pounded into her with quick and deliberate thrusts. Another loud moan escaped from her lips as he lifted one leg over his shoulder, keeping one around his waist, shifting her slightly into a different position so he could sink even further into her. A look of sheer concentration crossed his features as he felt the familiar contractions of his walls gripping at his cock. He pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing circles over it, pushing her over the edge.

She whimpered as he quickly withdrew from her, only to be forced to stand up and turn around, her hands placed against the bar counter. James slightly kicked at her legs, making her widen her stance. His eyes drifted over to the mirror behind the bar, watching her reflection as the anticipation grew on her features.

James took his cock in his hand, guiding it back to her slick opening, slowly sinking into her inch by inch. She sighed in contentment as he buried himself to the hilt, her head thrown back as his lips found their way to her neck. He braced his hands against the counter, right where hers were, both looking at the reflection they made in the mirror, reveling in the delicious friction their bodies were creating against each other.

Lou bit down on her bottom lip as he nuzzled his nose against her cheek, his thrusts slow yet still forceful, a stark contrast to his earlier pace yet just as pleasurable.

“Having fun yet?” he asked teasingly, his breath hot against her ear.

“A lot,” she said playfully. “But it would be more fun if you just fucked me like you did earlier.”

“Make sure you hold on tight baby,” he said with a smirk, his hands finding their way back to her hips, slapping her ass before doing as she wanted.

Lou’s gasps and moans came out in pants as James’ pace quickened, each thrust resulting in the loud sound of his hips meeting the soft flesh of her backside. Her knuckles were turning white at how hard she gripped onto the counter as her third release of the night kept building in the pit of her stomach. His hold on her hips tightened, certain that he was going to leave a bruise.

He wanted to prolong his own climax, wanting to go over the edge with her. Hearing her breathily say how she was close had him slamming into her, one hand finding its way to her clit to help bring her to her orgasm. With a keening cry, Lou let her orgasm take over, her muscles clamping down on his cock, milking him for all his worth. James’ hot seed coated her walls in spurts, moaning as she rocked her ass against his hips to meet his last few thrusts.