Needs (An Erotic Pulsation) (3 page)

Crushed Grapes

Every night of the week that followed, Steel’s rage was like a squall decimating a rowboat in the middle of the ocean.  Being away from Mary Anne was torture and made him feel like he was imprisoned all over again.  Sure, he could find a substitute for Mary Anne and roll around for a few hours with her, but there was only one woman he craved.  No other woman would be able to satisfy him after he had been dominated by Mary Anne.  She could humiliate him as much as she wanted.  Spank him.  Withhold her ample charms from him.  The prize of possessing her was more than worth it in the end.

Pacing his
motel room, Steel glanced at his cracked plastic watch.  It was approximately the time he had met Mary Anne last week.  His heart began to thud as he imagined how it would feel to taste her again.  All week, he had been dying to sample those exquisite, ripe breasts and titillate her briny clit until she cried out for mercy.  His cock shot up in the air and strained against his pants as he charged down the stairs and out onto the street.  Scrambling for bus fare in his torn pockets, he boarded a red and tan bound for Mary Anne’s elite part of town.

Nervously, he wondered whether Mary Anne had been bluffing with him last week.  Maybe she had no intention of letting him have her again.  Maybe it was all a trick.  Slamming his hand on the armrest, he cursed himself for being so suspicious.  A decade
away from the outside world had taught him to trust no one.  Especially not curvy, bossy temptresses like Mary Anne.  He had received a few letters and racy photos in prison from young ladies who lifted his spirits…among other things.  But it hadn’t taken him long to realize that these women were nothing but teases, writing to men in prison to appease their own egos.

Steel eagerly clamored off the bus as it jerked to a halt.  Beads of sweat clustered on his face as he turned his quick stride into a jog.  He needed to get to Mary Anne’s vineyard before he completel
y lost his mind wondering if her invitation was nothing more than smoke and mirrors.  Running down the street, he felt the early evening sun burn his face.  He swallowed anxiously as the Lush Grape Vineyard became visible in the distance.  Somewhere on that property was Mary Anne.  He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining what she might be wearing.  But in his head, the only images he could see of her were fully nude, wide open, and soaking wet.

Adhering to her instructions, Steel made his way over to the vineyard where workers were packing up and leaving for the day.  He scoped out the panorama for the sight of Mary Anne, but she was nowhere to be seen.  Exhaling in frustration, he wondered what kind of game she was playing with him.  If she thought she could lure him here and then leave him burning, she was sadly mistaken.  He would hunt her down until she submitted to his desires and rode him like the wild mare she was.

As the last of the workers disappeared into the sunset, Steel dared to tear off his tee-shirt.  He followed this with his pants, dragging them down his powerful thighs and tossing them in the dirt.  His huge erection pointed towards the sun as he stood in wait for Mary Anne.  If she didn’t get there soon, he would pursue her just as is, in his birthday suit.  He didn’t care at all who saw him.  Last time, someone had gotten an earful of their encounter, so now let them get an eyeful.

Across the field, the s
weet notes of Mary Anne’s voice wafted through the air.  Steel cocked his ears like a wolf, frowning as he discerned a deeper male voice.  Running in the direction of the voices and then crouching down next to a grapevine, he listened avidly.

“Come on, you know you want me too.  Why do you keep saying no?” A male voice asked in a whiny tone.

“I told you…I have an appointment, Jed.  I’m sorry you overheard me fooling around in the bar the other day, but that doesn’t mean that you and I are going to become lovers.”

As the words departed Mary Anne’s soft lips, Steel hoped she was talking about their encounter in the tavern.  If she had entertain
ed another man in the bar since then while he was suffering celibacy, it would outrage him.

“What kind of appointment do you have to get to?” Jed demanded
, narrowing his hazel eyes.

Silence followed his response as Mary Anne spotted movement next to the grapevine.  She grinned as Steel’s hard-on poked through the vine, and she perceive
d the muscular outline of his torso.  “Um, why don’t you just take a look and see?” She said suggestively, slinking out of the wrap around dress she wore.

“Huh?” Jed gulped, gawking at his boss in her satin bra and thong.

Mary Anne laughed huskily as Steel sprang to his feet and rushed over to her, dragging her into his arms and plundering her mouth.  Mary Anne kept her eyes open, watching as Jed gasped from across the field and ran a hand down to his crotch.

“You’re going to let him watch us?” Steel asked furiously,
fumbling with the hooks of her bra and pulling the large cups off her breasts.

“That’s right,” she replied defiantly.

“You know what?  I don’t really care.  As long as I get to fuck you.”

“If you don’t care, then why did you ask?” Mary Anne challenged.

“I don’t know.  Just shut up and let me fuck you.  I’ve been dying for you all week,” Steel muttered, glaring at Jed who had unzipped his khaki pants and was rubbing his stiff member.

Mary Anne winked at Jed and then focused her gaze on Steel.  Slowly, she peeled off her panties and flung them towards Jed.  The thong landed at his feet as he grabbed it in his hand and brought it to his nose to inhale her scent.

“Dirty boy,” she laughed, rubbing her clit as both men watched with gaping mouths.

Grabbing a handful of red wine grapes, she crushed them in her hands and spread the pulp over her breasts.  Steel immediately bent his head and suckled the tart grape juice off her nipples as she theatrically threw her head back in hopes that Jed would become more excited.  He did.  Not even closing his eyes to blink, the testosterone pumped young man
vigorously worked his cock.  He watched with fierce envy as Steel slurped the fruit juice from Mary Anne’s breasts.

Impatiently, Steel lowered Mary Anne onto the ground as the weight of her nude body pressed down on a bed of stray grapes, instantly liquefying them.  Cautiously, Steel climbed on top of her, fearful that she would rebuke him as she had the other day.  There was no way that he was going to let her punish him in front of Jed the way she had done in the tavern.

“Are you ready for this?” Steel asked, gripping his cock and angling it towards her.

“Mmmmm, yes I am.  Good boy for asking,”
she replied wantonly, parting her legs in a less than subtle invitation.

Jed’s faint moans of frustration drifted across the field as Steel plunged his cock inside her and twined her legs around his neck. 
Ignoring the panting idiot a few hundred feet away, Steel buried himself inside her dewy tightness, thrusting into the woman mindlessly as she mewled with pleasure.  She pushed her hips up to meet his and ground them in circles, trying to seize a climax as swiftly as possible before he became over excited and finished prematurely.

“Fuck me harder.  Much harder!” She commanded as Steel gladly acquiesced, slapping his balls against her as his cock pounded her.

Mary Anne wildly circled her hips, licking her lips and then crying out as a climax flooded through her.  The release was made sweeter by the sound of Jed groaning and shooting into his hand.  Triumphantly, she thought how just a few months ago, her life had been sexless and dull.  But now two men were literally drooling over her.  That was the last lucid thought she had as Steel pulled out of her and flipped her over onto hands and knees.

Her fingernails dug into the dirt and smashed grapes as Steel re-entered her savagely.  His breathing was loud and uneven as he drove into her, grabbing onto her sticky mane of hair and yanking hard.

“I’m going to punish you later for treating me like this,” she warned as he continued to thrust mercilessly inside her.

“I look forward to it,” he replied through a clenched jaw, smacking her ass so hard that his hand tingled with pain.

“You just earned yourself a longer punishment,” she informed, caressing the swollen flesh of her buttocks.

In lieu of a verbal reply, Steel rammed all the way into her as he clenched his fingers around her ass, digging into the soft flesh.  Another slap reverberated in the cool
northern California air as he pulsated inside her.  Naughtily, Mary Anne looked directly at Jed who was rubbing himself towards a second release.  As Steel exploded inside Mary Anne, Jed lived the ecstasy vicariously, grunting as he kept his eyes locked on her body.

Immediately, Mary Anne rose from her hands and knees and rubbed the dirt off her skin. 
“Come back next week at this time?” She invited as Steel arched a suspicious eyebrow.

“Where should I meet you?” He asked helplessly, even though his brain screamed at him to protest.

“In the wine cellar,” she said firmly.  “And don’t be surprised if I let Jed join us this time…I mean,
really
join us,” she finished with a smirk.

“No.  No way in hell.  I’m not sharing you with
that preppy frat boy,” Steel shouted.

“You might have to,” Mary Anne shrugged.  “See you next week in the wine cellar.”

With that final word, she squeezed back into her skin tight dress and headed to the tavern to begin the evening’s wine tasting.  Steel glared at her voluptuous backside as she strode away, knowing she was in control.  He would debate the issue with himself several fiery times over the next week.  But he would return.  Mary Anne was his new warden, and her prison was irresistible torture.

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Sneak Peek of Scarlet Chill’s

RAW (Erotic Romance)…

Moonlight bathed the alabaster sand beach as a trade wind rippled across the island.  Steel drums reverberated in the distance, and waves cascaded over the shoreline.  Hand in hand, Trisha and Declan ran across the beach as she clutched a blanket under her arm.  Finding a secluded spot, she stopped, giggling nervously as she lay the blanket on the sand.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered giddily.

“What?  Having sex on the beach?  Or in public?” He asked humorously.

“Both!” She replied as the playful expression in his eyes darkened with desire.

“I just want to rip that bikini off you,” he growled, reaching out a hand to caress her bare belly.

“Then what are you waiting for?” She baited seductively, playing with the strings that tied the coconut shell top around her ample breasts.

Swallowing hard, he urged, “Strip for me.  Let me watch you.”

Brown eyes shining in the moonlight, Trisha slowly untied the strings on her bikini and let them fall over her golden shoulders.  The hard coconut shells remained affixed to her cleavage as Declan heaved in a shaky breath, tantalized by the sight of his new wife unveiling herself on a Caribbean island.  She turned around and shook her breasts out of the coconut shells, tossing the bikini top onto the sand and undulating her hips.  Her breasts swayed with the island breeze, but he couldn’t see them as he stood grinding his teeth, waiting desperately for her to show him more.

Trisha cupped her breasts in her hands and whirled around to face him again.  She stroked the hard peaks and then pinched them between her fingers as he parted his lips instinctively, close to salivating.  The chilly night air made her nipples rock hard and formed goose bumps on her saucer sized areolae.  She shimmied out of the bikini bottom and peeled it off her ankles, bending down provocatively as Declan watched every movement through starving eyes.

Once she was completely nude, she returned her attention to her breasts, knowing how crazy it drove him to see her touching them herself.                She pinched the nipples a little harder this time, making them distend with a combination of pleasure and pain.  Declan stuck his tongue in the air and sank to his knees on the silky sand.  Trisha draped her breasts over his mouth as his tongue clung to one nipple and he licked furiously.   She moaned at the hot contact of his tongue and offered him more of her breasts as he opened his mouth wide to receive them.

Pressing one hand against her bounty, he reached up his other hand to grab a breast and insert it in his mouth.  Sucking gently, he rubbed two fingers against her clit, wanting to stimulate her everywhere.  The nipple became lost in his demanding mouth as his fingers disappeared inside her wetness and slid through her channel.  Trisha moaned louder, hearing the drumbeats marching in time to her own palpitating heart and the primitive desire coursing through her.

Declan pushed his fingers in and out of her as he sealed his mouth over her other breast and flicked his tongue against the ripe fruit on top.  The cornucopia of sensations overwhelmed Trisha as she rode his fingers and pressed his face into her breast.  He licked her nipple rapidly, lapping up every square inch of the bud and titillating her with the sweep of his tongue.

“Declan, take me,” she moaned, yanking on his dark hair.

Obediently, he lay her down on the blanket and slid alongside her, caressing her large breasts and whispering in her ear with frantic desire.  Even though they had been a couple for years, the daring setting of the beach made their relationship feel brand new.  He felt as excited to be inside his wife as he had the first time they made love when they were dating, maybe even more so.

Rough waves slapped their bodies and drenched the blanket as Declan pushed inside her.  He slung a tanned leg over his torso and claimed her from the side angle that allowed them to look into each other’s eyes.  Their cappuccino eyes stayed locked through every thrust as coarse sand coated their bodies and salt water invaded their lips.  The rawness of the natural setting was an aphrodisiac, and Trisha undulated like the waves as Declan pounded deep inside of her…