Expose - Episode 1 (Adult Erotic Romance and Sex) (2 page)

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larissa closed
her eyes and tilted her head back, allowing the water to cascade over her face
and hair. Jordan was greeting the last group of friends, and she had excused
herself. She was dog tired. The farewell party had been fun and Jordan had a
couple of cute friends, but now she needed to feel him deep inside her.

She was glad the
year was done. She had followed a grueling schedule, and she put in a lot of
hard work.

And it had paid
off. She had graduated summa cum laude at Princeton, top of her class. Jordan
had kept her fit. He was a jock, waking her up at 5AM, three days a week for a
four mile jog. Afterward they would burn more calories in bed, then off to
classes. She was going to miss him and the routine she had become used to, but
she had bigger fish to fry. And more men to screw.

She heard the
shower door open and spun around. Jordan stood naked in the door, a boyish grin
plastered on his face. “Boo.”

She punched his
shoulder playfully. “You startled me.”

He was damn sexy.
He didn’t have a bodybuilder’s body, but he was captain of the university water
polo team, and hours of training had left him broad-shouldered and ripped.

He held up his
hands in a defensive gesture, then moved closer and started kissing her
shoulder, making his way down her breast. Cupping her boob, he flicked his
tongue over her nipple, then nibbled it softly.

She moaned as he
gave the other breast the same treatment. The warm water heated their bodies, a
feint smell of sandalwood and pine needles drifting up from his skin. Clarissa
shivered as she felt her nipples tighten beneath his probing tongue.

He stood up and
gazed down at her for a moment, his green eyes searching her face. “I want
you,” he said to her, then he slowly kissed her, his tongue dancing with hers,
then gently biting her lower lip with his teeth. “Don’t go,” he mumbled,
letting her lip go reluctantly.

She looked up at
him, wrapping her arm around his neck and placing one hand on his face and
kissed him passionately. She wanted him too and began to feel a gentle tingle
between her legs as her desire for him grew. They pulled each other in tightly,
opening their mouths longingly and aggressively receiving each other’s tongues.

Clarissa gently
fondled him, massaging his sack and then knelt down in front of him, and
flicked her tongue over his head. His cock grew as she took his shaft
completely into her mouth. Jordan groaned as she hollowed her cheeks and slowly
drew his length through her lips, then sucked him back in. His hips moved with
the motion of her head, first slowly and gently, then more firmly as he held
the back of her head with both hands.

Clarissa allowed
his shaft to slide in and out of her mouth, massaging his sack with her one
hand as she yanked his cock rhythmically with the other. He started ramming his
hips forward, fucking her mouth urgently, tremors running down his legs.

“Shit Clarissa,
wait, not yet...,” he groaned.

She glanced up at
him and grinned, then blew softly on his swollen head.

He smiled back
and gently pulled her up. “Your turn.”

Jordan bent down
and gave her a long lick from the bottom of her shaven slit, his tongue
probing, pleasurably darting in and out of her folds and circling her clit. She
shuddered and groaned, grabbing his hair. “Oh, don’t stop,” she gasped.

She let out a
sharp moan as he licked again, and she lifted her leg as he pulled it over his
shoulder to give him full access. He sucked on her and flicked his tongue
around her clit, then slid two fingers inside her and pushed his tongue down
hard on her pleasure point. She couldn’t bear it any longer. “I need you to
fuck me now,” she said, shivering in anticipation.

“Turn around,” he
said huskily, standing up, his erect cock bouncing up and down as the blood
throbbed through it.

She felt Jordan’s
hands on her shoulders. She closed her eyes and smiled as he pulled her in
close, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently kissing her on the
shoulder, massaging her buttocks with his erect manhood, teasing her by pushing
it between the cleft of her buttocks, rubbing it up and down. 

Comforting steam
billowed around them as he reached over her shoulder for a bottle of oil warmed
up from the heat of the shower. He moved behind her again as she closed her
eyes and tilted her head forward. 

He delicately
pushed her hair to the side as he poured warm oil down her back and massaged it
in, rubbing her back and shoulders tenderly. His hands traced their way down
her spine and he slid one hand along her lower back, over her bottom and then
down between her legs. He massaged her, working his fingers in and out of her
as she moaned with pleasure.

“Oh, fuck me
Jordan,” Clarissa groaned. “I need you inside me.”

“Relax,” he
breathed, his voice deep and passionate.

Jordan wrapped
his arm around her waist and the other was fondling her, deep inside. She
leaned back on to his shoulder, turning her head to the side, opening her mouth
to kiss him. She felt his stiff manhood bulge against her buttocks, only
increasing her desire for him.

“Must you leave?”
he asked softly, gently kissing her.

Clarissa
swallowed hard. “Make love to me,” she whispered, urging him, almost
whimpering. “Please make love to me,” she pleaded. Her insides were now
throbbing, and she was unable to bear the urgent need she felt for him. She
leaned forward, placed her hands flat against the tiled wall, shifted her feet
apart and lifted her bottom, inviting him in.

Jordan obliged.
He grabbed her hips, then slowly slid his cock down her butt cheeks, massaging
her folds seductively. He traced his cock down the cleft of her bum, over her
asshole and slowly slid it against her lips, then up again, teasing her,
causing her to whimper in anticipation. She felt her hole clench as he pushed
his cock against her asshole, almost entering her, then pulling out. He slowly
made his way down towards her slit, then slowly pushed his cock inside.

Her moist slit
resisted, but then his cock slipped in and she gasped as he entered her from
behind. She felt every ridge and pattern on his cock inside of her, and it grew
bigger as she clenched it inside, hard. He slowly pushed even deeper, then
slowly, agonizingly slowly, pulled it back out.

She couldn’t say
a word, could barely breath properly as he pushed back in, her bottom
automatically moving back into him, straining to feel every last pleasurable
inch of his girth inside of her.

The warm water
spilled down over them as he slowly thrust in and out of her. She pushed her
bottom back with every forward thrust, forcing his cock deeper inside,
breathing in shallowly with each pleasurable push.

“I love you,”
Jordan whispered, moaning into her ear, gently fondling her breasts.
"Don't go."

She ignored his
words, concentrating on the feeling as he slid into her, the tingling warmth
spreading from her insides to the rest of her body.

The intensity
built, and everything inside of her began tightening around him, she felt the
pull in her lower abdomen, causing her to contract, holding him tight.

Clarissa cried
out with intense pleasure. Her legs trembled and her heart pounded as the
sensory delight reached its peak, every thrust causing a wave of erotic
stimulation exploding inside of her. Jordan rammed her hard from behind,
moaning with pleasure, one hand on her shoulder, forcing her body back with every
forward thrust. Then he stopped. She glanced back at him, unable to contain her
frustration.

He grinned. “Want
more?” he asked, pulling her close to him.

She swallowed.
“Please,” she stammered, the disappointment of not having him inside her
overwhelming.

He led her out of
the shower, then picked her up and carried her to the bed, and gently placed
her down. She immediately opened her legs as he bent over her, guiding his cock
towards her wet sheath.

Again he teased
her, slowly pushing his head over her lips and pushing it halfway in, then
pulling it out. She lay back and turned her head to the side, then closed her
eyes and bit her thumb. This was the most pleasurable torture she had ever
endured.

Jordan slipped
his cock deep inside, then lifted her leg over his shoulder, grinding away at
her from a delicious angle, fondling her breast and pinching her nipples as he
rode her hard. He upped the pace and rammed her harder and faster until it felt
like her insides were going to explode from pleasure. He slowed down, then
slapped her leg, hard. “Talk to me, Clarissa.”

She groaned as
the pleasurable feeling of him ramming her subsided.

“Fuck me, Jordan,
screw me hard,” she begged, urging him on by lifting her ass of the bed.

Jordan ground his
cock into her, then pulled out slowly and slapped her again. “Tell me more.”

“Harder, harder,
harder,” she shouted and wrapped her legs around his waist as he pounded her.
He was starting to breath loudly as he picked up the pace. “Oh, oh, oh,” she
moaned to the rhythm of their sexual dance, trying to pull him in deeper,
grinding herself into him as far as she could take him.

Her insides
clenched around his shaft, clutching and releasing his cock as his slick girth
pushed in and pulled out of her. She unclasped her legs and opened them wide,
allowing Jordan’s hipbones more space to push deeper into her. He started
rubbing her clit with his thumb as he pumped.

“Oh my God,
Jordan, I’m going to fucking die,” she shouted as her pussy spasmed
involuntarily.

She knew wanted to
take a part of him away with her. She swallowed and opened her eyes, then
groaned, “I need to feel you cum inside me.”

His eyes were
intense, and he nodded, lips pursed. He leaned into her, shaking as he gasped.
“I can do this forever.”

She groaned as the
pleasure filled every pore of her body, moving up her shoulders and through her
trembling arms and down her legs. Her insides convulsed, and she came, but
still he didn’t stop, ramming her harder and faster, his cock sliding in and
out of her, stroking her spasming pussy with urgency. He pushed deeper, another
titillating thrust, and her body started convulsing as she felt the warmth of
him filling her up.

Her entire body
was glowing from the heat, and it felt like someone had detonated a pleasure
bomb in her insides.

Jordan slowed
down, panting, thrusting ever shallower, then slipped out his cock and rested
his hand on the bed, panting. “Fuck me,” he said, breathing hard, wiping his
brow with the back of his arm.

Clarissa looked
up and cupped his chin, her hand still trembling. “Give me fifteen minutes and
I will,” she said with a mischievous smile.

J
ordan heaved the
last suitcase into the trunk of the taxi with a grunt, then slouched back to
where Clarissa was waiting on the sidewalk.

“I’m not going to
change your mind, am I?” he asked, shoving his hands deep inside his pockets.

She pursed her
lips and shook her head. “This opportunity is just too good to pass by, you
know that Jordan.”

Jordan nodded,
then stared at the horizon, a far-away look in his eyes. “I know, Clarissa,” he
said softly, then turned to face her. “I love you, Clarissa,” he said, his eyes
lowered to the ground. “Please wait for me.”

Clarissa smiled
and folded his upturned golf shirt collar into position. “You know what our
deal was,” she said with a soft smile. “It’s only one year, then you’ll
graduate and we’ll see each other again.” She cupped his chin with her hand.
“You said you understand.”

Jordan snorted
and pushed her hand away, then glared at her, a bitter smile plastered on his
face. “
See
each other,” he spat.

Clarissa cupped
his chin again, “You were never supposed to develop...,
feelings
for me.”
She lifted his chin and locked her eyes on his. “That was the deal.”

Jordan nodded and
smiled sadly. “I guess, but...,”

She placed a
finger on his lips. “Hush now, you knew about my addiction. We had a deal.” She
rubbed his cheek with her thumb. “It would hurt us both if I pretended to be
something I never could be.”

Jordan slapped
his leg with the palm of his hand. “At least you could fuckin’
try,
Clarissa.”
He swallowed hard and glared at her for a moment, a pleading look on his face.
“Why can’t you just try?” he sobbed.

The taxi driver
honked his horn and shouted. “The meter’s running here, you know?”

She shook her
head. She hated drawn-out good byes. “I have...,”

Jordan nodded,
then pursed his lips and gave her a peck on the cheek. “I’m going to miss you,
Lissa.” He brushed past her and flung open the door to his condominium then
slammed it behind him, not looking back.

As Clarissa slid
into the back seat, she noticed his curtain part an inch.

She waved as the
taxi pulled into the traffic and sped her to her bright new future at the New
York Daily Tribune.

J
ordan watched
the cab grow smaller and then disappear into the mist. He sobbed, then banged
his hand down on the windowsill in front of him.

He had fallen in
love with Clarissa a long time ago. The moment he first laid eyes on the
gorgeous girl with her full lips and long black hair, he knew that she had cast
an unbreakable spell over him.

And she was easy,
they were in bed a couple of hours later, screwing like there was no tomorrow.
But he never grew tired of her, and she evidently had of him.

He knew she was
seeing other men and it irked him immensely. Why could he not satisfy her
needs? Why wasn’t he man enough for her? She had tossed him aside like an old
rag doll, having served his purpose in her life, and now she was heading off to
bigger and better things in her life. And he wasn’t part of those plans.

The moment she
climbed into the cab, it felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest.
He blinked and wiped a tear from his cheek with the back of his hand.

He shook his head
and pursed his lips. No, he didn’t think it was a matter of him being unable to
satisfy her insatiable needs, and he didn’t think that she had some sexual
addiction that needed treatment. What she had was incurable.

She was a
fucken whore.