My Occupational Hazard anthology features a variety of workplaces that aren’t the obvious locations for a passionate encounter. Still, they all have the opportunity to be a hotbed for incredible sex.
Think back to when you last visited the hairdressers or hair salon, for some that might be quite some time if they cancelled your appointment due to COVID. When you sat facing the giant mirror and dressed yourself in the unusual backwards cape, did you consider having sex right there? I’ve had that thought. Dye Hard, the first story in my new anthology, was born out of an unexpected experience I had at the hairdressers. Sadly, I didn’t get to have sex in my salon, but it was one of my earliest experiences of being turned on by a stranger.
I was a timid teenager, even into my late teenage years. Innocent barely comes close to describing what I was like. I used to get nervous if guys came near me in pubs, wanted to chat me up in town or dance with me in clubs. I was missing out, but I didn’t know by how much until one Saturday when I was nineteen years old. That morning I found myself sitting in the hairdresser chair of a charming, gorgeous stylist. He had muscley forearms and a touch that turned me on in ways I’d never experienced before. I couldn’t freak out about him getting close because it was his job. He was professional, and yet the way his fingers slid through my hair, and his fingertips grazed my scalp spurred on a desire that was unknown to me. His caress to the tips of the strands that held his focus brought the heat to my core. I didn’t know where to look or how to behave. The experience was a revelation that gave me a very similar reaction to the one in the story. I’ll let you guess the response I mean.
After my trip to the hairdressers, I wanted to experience a man’s touch and the arousal that accompanied it again. I left the hairdressers with a massive crush on a hot as hell hairdresser. But I also walked out with an understanding of what it was to be stimulated without mercy. I immersed myself in the sensation of being touched and played with and submitted to someone who knew their skill. It was the beginning of a significant stage of my life, and from that day, there was no turning back.
Here is a paragraph from Dye Hard, the first of six stories in my new anthology
“You’re not going to tell me where we met?” she asked. How can I get him out of his shell again? “Have we had sex, but you weren’t good, so I tried to forget about you?” It was a joke that she couldn’t believe she’d let slip out of her mouth.
He moved closer to whisper into her ear. There was a twinkle in his eye as he held her gaze in the mirror. “Kristen, if we had sex you’d never forget me. I would be the most giving lover you’d encountered. I’d lift you off this chair and sit you on my lap, gently at first, giving you the chance to feel the effect you have on me. I’d run my hands under your denim skirt, scratch at your tights, stroke your shapely thighs, by the way, I know they’re shapely, I’ve already seen them, fantasised about them.”
He silenced her with a hand on her shoulder, his shirt cuff opening slightly. His forearm was strong, and it flexed as he held her. Her belly-flopped again. The hint of a black tribal tattoo peeked out from under his sleeve. That rang a bell—but from where? His words caressed her. His breath at her ear made it tricky to concentrate on anything but what he was sharing.
“…as you grind into my crotch. I would nuzzle at your jaw, your neck, behind your ears where I know, from today, you’re particularly sensitive.”
She fought the urge to lean closer and let him nuzzle her. Oh my God, I’ve been reacting to him the entire time he’s been doing my hair. “But I would need to kiss you properly, the way I always want to when I see you. I’d reach for you. With my hand on the back of your neck, I would suck on your lip. You’d imagine what other parts of you I’d enjoy sucking. Then I’d grip your sexy bum and—”
“Billy, your next client is here,” a voice called out, drawing him out of his trance.
Occupational Hazard is a collection of six sexy stories set in six sexy workplaces. You can buy it or get it through Kindle Unlimited here.
These mouth-watering stories have a work focus from the factory floor to a trip to the hairdressers to a romance that blossoms on the set of a sexy reality show. This collection breaks the mold, every setting is different, and every couple is in a different stage of their relationship. The anthology includes first romance, exes, an established married couple, and second chance. Women with men, women with women and those impacted by some of life’s more challenging experiences. Everyone gets to journey through their desires in this anthology, and maybe it’s your turn to enjoy yours too.
It also features a sneak peek of Rebecca Chase’s debut contemporary romance, Head Over Feels.
Smutathon is today! The aim this year is to raise money for Endometriosis UK. Smutathon is when erotica writers , sex bloggers and adult educators write something smutty for good causes. Endometriosis is a condition where tissue similar to the lining of the womb starts to grow in other places, such as the ovaries and fallopian tubes. It can be extremely painful and debilitating. It’s also a widely misunderstood condition.
You can donate here and read some lovely erotica here.
When one of my friend’s told me that this week she’s been diagnosed with endometriosis I knew that it was time to get writing. What was my prompt? This particular friend calls me her cheerleader, based on some life coaching we had at work. Your cheerleader is someone who supports you and cheers you on in your life. I started with the word cheerleader and here is what happened. Note – one quick story with no editing.
“Go on show me,” Greg shouted from outside the bedroom door.
“I look stupid,” Kate replied, turning to the side before shaking her head and turning back to face the mirror. Pop tunes from her university clubbing days played in the background. Maybe they’ll get me pumped for tonight.
She shrugged at the black and red cheerleading dress. It was so tight it could have been painted on. The outfit started at her shoulders, creating a deep vee at her bust before travelling down and then the dress pleated at her upper thighs. Kate turned quickly making the skirt part of her dress flutter in the air. A flash of red caught her eye. Why hadn’t Greg’s sister, Jan, told her it was a fancy-dress hen do before she’d agreed to go? The regulation cheerleader costume was indecent. Even the red pants that were a little bigger than knickers and supposed to reduce the flesh on show had “sexy bum” written on the back.
“I bet you look stunning. Let me in. I’ll massage your ego,” Greg said before dropping his voice in a way that made her subconsciously clench her thighs. “I’ll massage other things too.”
She’d never normally wear something like this. It wasn’t that she was against a bit of skin showing, but Saturday nights in town were a thing of her past. Greg was the only one who saw her dressing sexily these days. And I’m scared what they’d say about me and my body. Jan didn’t care what people thought about her. Her main aim was to be herself and have a good time doing it. She’d probably accessorise her cheerleader costume with a flashing penis headband and a giant inflatable cock. Maybe I should be more like her.
Kate opened the door, and Greg let out a long whistle. “Fuck me, honey. You look amazing.”
She shook her head again, forcing her high ponytail to bounce in the air. “I’m going to look ridiculous compared to the other hens. All of your sister’s friends are hot.”
“You’re hot,” he pulled her towards the mirror and eased her in front of him. “When I look at you, I know I’m the luckiest man in the world. I got to marry you. You could have chosen anyone, but that day you asked me out at the office Christmas party I knew I would do anything to call you my wife one day.”
Kate returned his gaze in the mirror. He’d said this to her before. She’d been so drunk at that party that she’d finally advanced on him, her crush for two years, and shouted out her request. Her friends had egged her on all night, and eight gins later she’d declared her interest. Now they were married, and they were building up to another wedding. Jan’s was going to be epic, but before that, there was a hen party to get through.
Greg bent down and pulled up one of her black and white stripey socks, securing it above her knee. His lips brushed her thigh briefly before he pulled up the other one. This time his kisses climbed higher. He paused at the edge of her cheerleader pants.
“Hmmm, ‘sexy bum’. I couldn’t say it better myself,” he said hungrily before giving her bum cheek a little bite through her pants.
“I’m nervous about tonight,” she confessed. Greg stood quickly and grabbed her hips, squeezing gently. She rocked her pelvis gently against him. “I don’t know how I’m going to cope with all those women and their excitement.”
“I know, honey. But whenever you want to come home, call me and I will be there.” He planted kisses against her neck. One of his hands dropped lower before slipping under her pleats. Kate held her breath. “And I’ll send you messages all through the night of what I’m going to do when I pick you up. Maybe I need to get you more excited too so that you rival them.”
“Please,” she released it like a breath of longing. Beyonce’s ‘Drunk in Love’ came on her playlist. How many times had they had sex to that song?
He dragged his nails up the inside of her thigh. Kate made a bleating noise that in public would have embarrassed her. He loved that noise.
“Or I could give you a taster of what will happen now,” he said between kisses.
He brushed his hand across her pants. Kate grabbed it as he tried to withdraw it and held it against her. “You’re very hot, sweetie.”
Their marriage was often a game of teasing. Their weekends were spent pushing the boundaries of patience and toying with each other’s wants. Tonight wasn’t the first time she’d dressed up in front of him, although the outfits she wore were usually a little more risqué.
He massaged her pussy through her pants, running lazy circles with his thumb against her heat as he met her gaze in the mirror.
“Don’t stop,” she mouthed. Greg slipped his hand inside her cheerleader pants, and she gasped when she felt the skin on skin contact.
“I love it when you’re wet for me,” he stated before rubbing her clit. He worked faster this time. His finger was rough, and she moaned at the friction. “Tonight, when I pick you up, I’m going to do this to you in the alleyway next to the club. I’m going to stand you in front of the security camera and put a show on for the security guards who will check the footage. How do you feel about that?”
Although anxious about showing her skin, he knew there was one time she was happy to perform. She insisted on exhibitionism when she was drunk and horny. He usually stopped her in anticipation of her embarrassment when sober, but a couple of times she’d gone down on him in car parks in nearby cities and once when camping they’d sneaked to the beach at midnight and fucked quickly. The sand in awkward places had been worth it for the rush. She hadn’t regretted any of their experiences, and they’d talked the other night about pushing the boundaries. But sex near their home with people they knew in the building was something new.
“Do you like the sound of that?” he asked as he eased a finger inside her. She moaned quietly. His smile was against her neck as he kissed her again. What did they say about men? That they couldn’t multi-task? Thank god that was an old wives’ tale.
He pumped his finger inside her a couple of times. She wriggled, but he reached his other hand into her bra and squeezed her breast, holding her tightly against him. He was as horny as her, and his erection pushed into her back.
“You know we’ve only got a couple of minutes before the cheerleader taxi arrives. I don’t know if I’ll get the chance to make you come,” he growled. “You might have to spend the night horny and soaking wet.”
She knew he was right. In this position, she usually struggled to orgasm, but it didn’t stop her opening her legs wider.
“Then I guess you’d better hurry up,” she replied, a Cheshire cat smile across her face.
He squeezed her hard nipple between his fingers, causing her to shout out.
He laughed so deeply behind her that her stomach flipped. His cock pulsed against her arse, and she writhed against him. If she was going to spend the evening worked up, then so was he. “I’m going to make you cum so hard in front of those cameras tonight. Your mouth will be in the perfect O shape as I slip my cock inside you.”
The dirty beat of the music was a soundtrack to her moans, and her musky scent filled the air around them.
His fingers pumped quicker as if he was responding to her haste. Greg’s kisses against her neck became little sucks and bites. Was he marking her as his and warning off other guys tonight? She smiled at the idea. With each passing second, her need for release grew, and she moved her body in rhythm with his fingers willing her climax closer. She was panting his name now. Sweat beaded her forehead, and she splayed her hands against the cold glass of the mirror.
“Everyone is going to see me fuck you,” he growled as she ground against his fingers.
“All the men are going to want you tonight.” He grunted loudly. She’d avoided kissing him for fear of smearing her makeup. But I don’t care anymore. She turned to feast on him, something that would help her closer to the edge if not over it.
Her orgasm was so close. One more minute was all she needed. The song filled her limbs, and her arms started to tremble in anticipation. She could go on her night out satisfied.
The doorbell rang as her phone bleeped with a flurry of messages. Women screamed outside the front door.
Don’t forget to read parts 1, 2 & 3 of this friends to lovers romance first, you can find them here: Stories
Lights flashed across the dancefloor as bodies moved against each other. The scent of sweat and sweet shots surrounded me as I danced with my flatmates to the latest Calvin Harris beats on a beer-soaked dancefloor. I’d not drank alcohol since George had left that afternoon, wanting to have a clear head. Instead, I attempted to forget him by dancing until everything hurt. I wanted my brain to stop. The one positive was that the moment with George on the sofa had put an end to Jamie’s advances, but at what cost? I hadn’t heard from George since he left the flat. Maybe Adele had invited him partying? Or he was avoiding me and what happened.
Had the interview gone well? George would have smashed it. Although I was full of hope for him, I couldn’t ignore the thing that hurt my heart and made me want to dance until I couldn’t feel anymore. Had I lost my best friend?
I let the beat thread through my limbs as I closed my eyes and let go. But every couple of seconds I opened my eyes and searched for his face in the crowd. Occasionally a hand touched my shoulder, and I’d twist, hoping to see his smile, and each time disappointment hit my gut as I came face to face with a stranger. The couples flirting within my eye line were a reminder of what we could have if we both felt the same way. Why had I waited so long to get to this place? What if it was one-sided? Were his reactions the result of hornyness that he’d now worked out of his system with a stranger?
I let all the questions out with a sigh and writhed my hips to the song. George had helped me recognise how sexy I was. Even if that knowledge was all I got from today, then it was a win. Sweat beaded my chest and slowly dripped down beneath the black satin slip dress I’d borrowed from my flatmate, Minnie. It was indecent, and I was so hot that it stuck to my skin. My feet would hurt in the morning, but I didn’t care, I was a fucking goddess in it, especially as I’d partnered it with sky-high black heels. The dress hit at the top of my thighs giving me legs that “went on for miles”. I ran my hands through my shoulder-length hair, closed my eyes and let go. The beat consumed me.
“That guy,” a shout that was as quiet as a whisper in
my ear came from Minnie.
“Huh?” I asked, struggling out of my disorientated
“There’s a guy over there, near the bar. I can’t see his face properly, but I swear he’s staring over here at you,” she shouted. “He’s been looking for like five minutes.”
I squinted at where she was pointing, but I couldn’t
see past the group to my right. It looked like some rugby players were out,
even in my heels they eclipsed my view.
“Oh shit, he’s coming over.” She shimmied by my side.
I’d made her promise that she wouldn’t let any guys try it on with me. I wasn’t
in the mood tonight.
Suddenly it was as if the crowds parted to let him
“Oh my God,” she screamed in my ear. “It’s that radio
presenter George Webster. I’m not standing in his way. Grace, you’d be lucky to
I knew he must have seen my Instagram. I’d unashamedly
posted a picture of Minnie and me taken from the ladies toilets. I’d accompanied
the photo with a tag to hint where we were dancing with the hope of baiting
him. Minnie had called it a thirst trap because I was trying to get his
attention with my sexy outfit. I couldn’t argue I’d posted it only with him in
He nodded a hello at Minnie as he bent down and growled
in my ear. “I hoped I’d find you here.”
A beaming grin hit my face. I didn’t want to play it
cool with George anymore. “How did the interview go?”
“It was amazing. Adele divulged things she always used to refuse to talk about in interviews before. My boss said it was the best interview I’ve ever done. Today all my dreams came true.”
I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him hard, grateful he was still bent low. “I’m so happy for you.” He lifted me in the air and spun me around, making me giggle in delight. By the time he popped me back down on the floor on my wobbly heels, I was breathless. Being so close to him, his heat against me had left me more flushed than I’d expected.
“I think I just showed my knickers to the club,” I
said through giggles.
“Lucky club,” he joked. “I was wondering if we could chat later.”
I nodded as the sweat on my chest trickled down underneath the front of my dress. I swore George watched the bead travel. He stared at my breasts as if he could see beneath the satin. “No, bra?” he mouthed.
I shook my head as wetness collected in my knickers.
He smiled broadly and started to dance with our group. We were surrounded by people but only looked at each other. What was he going to say? Couldn’t we have our chat now?
We fell into his flat, my heels hanging off my finger.
The sun was coming up as he softly closed the front door. My housemates had
gone back to the flat, but somehow we’d ended up at his apartment. I couldn’t
sleep even if I wanted to. It was time for the chat.
He took my hand and led me over to the sofa. His hand
was warm, and my nerves fell away. I was with my best friend now, and whatever
we said we had each other’s best interests at heart.
I dropped my shoes to the floor and tucked my legs
beneath me, revealing my knickers in the process. George watched with an
upturned mouth and raised eyebrows, but he didn’t comment. I sat against the
soft leather facing him. With his long legs, he wasn’t going to tuck his under,
but he looked at me anyway. There must have been a window open somewhere
because the tweeting of the dawn chorus carried on a slight breeze.
“What’s going on, Grace,” he asked. “Was tonight about
pretending to be your boyfriend again, or is there something going on between
us. You’re my best friend, and that is important to me.”
“It’s important to me too,” I said so quietly that my
voice was barely a whisper. “Tonight wasn’t about pretending to be anything.
I’ve loved you as my best friend since we were kids, but something changed
recently. I don’t understand it, and I’m scared of losing our friendship over a
“Was earlier a mistake for you?” He furrowed his brow,
and I fought my need to run my thumb across it and ease his confusion.
“No, it was one of the hottest moments of my life,” I
confessed. In our twelve years together, I’d never felt like that with Brian.
I’d been desperate for George to kiss me all night, but instead, he’d laughed
with my friends, taken photos with fans in the club and danced until dawn. He’d
stayed by my side all night. He was the same George who at our friend’s wedding
had listened to my problems and taken care of me.
“Mine too,” he confessed.
I scooted closer. “But you’ve slept with so many
women. You’ve met all kinds of celebrities who must have given you their
number. Remember that one who wanted you to call her. The one that was in that
American girl group; The Kitty Cats.”
He laughed and shrugged. “Yes, but thankfully nothing came of that. Grace, I think there’s something you should know.” He took my hands between his. They were rough from his workouts. The familiarity of being held by him was significant. It felt like home. “I’ve fancied you since we were twelve.”
“What?” I held his hands tighter. I thought back to
the gangly teenage boy who took a while to grow into his body. At first, he was
all limbs without any control over them. He used his humour to stop the bullies,
and with that same humour, he’d transformed into a star on the radio.
“It was a teenage crush, at first. But then as we grew
up, it turned into more. Do you remember when we played Truth or Dare, and we
had to kiss?”
“Vividly. I can’t believe I vomited on your shoes.”
He smiled shyly. “I thought that would be my chance to make you fall for me.” He pinned me with his eyes, and my heart beat faster as he revealed a new side. His honesty made him vulnerable, and I didn’t dare look away.
I inched closer, encouraging him to open his heart to
me. “And I ruined it.”
His laugh was brief but sincere. “Yeah. But I decided then it was time to let you go and live your life. I wanted you to go to university and work towards your plan. Then during uni or if I could wait, graduation, I would tell you how I felt and see what you thought. I wanted the opportunity to get over my crush too, but I wondered if we had a chance.”
“Is that why you told me to screw around instead of
study all the time?” Even after hours of dancing, I could smell his aftershave.
I breathed in the vanilla and grapefruit scent. It was the same smell that had
been on his pillow the other night. It was like breathing our shared past. “Hold
on. I recall you were screwing around a lot at university too.”
“But I wanted you to see the world. I knew your plan was important to you, but I didn’t want you to miss out either. And I wasn’t having as much sex as you thought. Don’t get me wrong, I was no innocent, and I have had a lot since.” My wide-eyed stare at the conversation made him hesitate. “Not that you need to know the details. Anyway, one night during our first year, I decided I couldn’t wait any longer. I was on the train from London to Birmingham, and I got the message that you’d met someone called Brian, and you thought he might be the one to fit with your plan.”
I dropped my head with embarrassment. Was that the reason
I’d started dating Brian?
George tucked a finger under my chin and lifted my
face to meet his eyes. “It’s okay. I didn’t know how you felt about me, let
alone how you’d feel knowing that I’d been hiding this from you after all this
time. What if you thought our friendship was a lie?”
“No, I cared about you first and foremost as a friend.
I hoped my the crush would fade. When you started going out with Brian, I
resigned myself to you and him forever.” His Adam’s apple bobbed with every
“And did it fade?” My breath caught in my throat.
“Yes.” I attempted to stop my shoulders from slumping.
“Instead, I fell in love with you.”
“But I don’t expect you to feel the same. I just
needed you to know. I couldn’t keep this in any longer. But no matter what you
think or feel this friendship is still the most important thing in my life. I
never want to lose that. But I need to know what was going on earlier when we
kissed. That wasn’t a pretend boyfriend kiss.”
“All my life I’ve been following this plan and I wonder if somewhere along the line I forgot to enjoy life. The times we spent together when we were younger brought me joy. I remember going to parties, listening to hours and hours of music in your room and even volunteering at that retirement home. You were the one I could share my true self with. I knew you wouldn’t judge me. But I got caught up in the plan and I started a relationship with a man I’m not sure I ever loved. I believed that if I just stuck to the plan, I’d be happy.”
“And what made you the happiest?”
“You, always you. Wherever you were, I was happy. But
the sexual thing? I don’t know where that came from. Maybe when I reset my life
and started at university, I found something that was missing. I found me, and
that version of me, the real me, wanted you. I want you for as long as this
Sunshine poured through the window. When George went
to university, I’d bought him a prism suncatcher that when he stuck to his
window and the sun shone rainbows would fly around his room. He’d kept it all
this time and hung it in his fancy London apartment. Rainbows covered the walls
around us. It was a symbol of hope. But did I dare let myself believe we had a
future? We had an incredible past, and maybe it could happen.
He stared back at me. The grey of his eyes left me mesmerised.
“Are you sure this isn’t because Jamie rejected you tonight? I saw him kissing
another “MILF”,” he teased.
I punched him in the shoulder as I pouted.
He quickly cupped my face and drew me to him. I leaned close as his lips met mine. The kiss was different from earlier. It was hot as hell but tender too. He tasted of sweet strawberry shots. I closed my eyes, and my hands travelled up to his face as he took the kiss deeper. George’s eyelashes fluttered against my skin; they were like little butterflies. My heart beat so fast that I wasn’t sure if his heart had merged with mine to create a frenetic beat. I eased his mouth open with my tongue and explored. His scent in my lungs and his hands against my skin felt right, and we kissed like two people who had been waiting a lifetime to share a caress.
Eventually, we pulled back at the same time as if synchronised. The smile on his face melted any trace of worry in my heart.
“We’re really doing this then?” he asked, his
vulnerability clear when the question slipped from his lips.
“I can’t believe we waited so long,” I replied with a
grin so wide I knew my face would hurt in the morning. Shit, it was already
I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. He may have been a giant compared to me, but I knew I could lead him anywhere I wanted.
“Give me a moment? I need to go to the bathroom,” I
said simply. With any other guy, I would have been too anxious to admit I
needed the loo halfway through foreplay. But not with George. Doing it with a
best friend made it easier.
“Ah, the old Gracie bladder,” he joked. “Just hurry, I
want you back as soon as possible. It’s time I gave you my best.”
“As long as it includes you deep inside me, I’ll be happy,” I replied swiftly. George swallowed noisily, and I delighted in my ability to turn him on with a phrase.
I left the bathroom and found him sat on the bed in his boxers.
“I wanted to undress you,” I teased as I stepped closer and stood between his legs. I ran my hands across his chest. He was so broad now. My fingertips trailed a line across his pecs and down his abs. He tightened his stomach as I got lower and a sigh caught in my throat. He was beautiful.
His hands stroked the back of my thighs as they travelled towards my bum. “Next time you can do what you want with me, but I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time, and I don’t want my clothes to get in the way.” He stared up at me in awe. The heat between my legs burned as he reached up to my knickers and dragged them down my legs.
I stepped out gracefully before his hands moved up again. “I do have one question.” His voice vibrated through me. “Why do you keep wearing things that I get the urge to undo?”
I laughed; he had a point. The dress had a ribbon back. Our moment with my dressing gown belt had been on my mind when Minnie showed the dress. I turned to give him access to the ribbon, lifting my hair and holding it out of his way. His fingertips brushed my skin, heating it with his touch. The end of the ribbon skimmed my lower back, and he made a point of stroking me there as he undid it. My skin tingled as he ran his fingers across it.
The dress fell to the floor. He feathered kissed across my hips and gave my bum a little bite. I glared at him over my shoulder, but I was immediately transfixed by the way his pupils had dilated, and his mouth fell open. “Fucking hell. How did I get this lucky?”
“Before I turn, I just want to warn you that I don’t
always love my body. I’ve worried for years that my breasts are too big,
considering I’m only five foot.”
He choked. “They can’t be too big for me. Don’t forget I am a big guy and they won’t be bigger than my hands. Also, what the fuck, Grace? I’m pretty sure my mouth was on them earlier.”
I laughed and gave him a wink.
His laugh was strangled. “Now stop trying to distract me and show me your tits.”
“I’ve never heard you say tits before.”
“I’ve never heard you say tits either.” The way he said it brought a jolt of need to my belly. How dirty could he be? He was blessed with a voice that could make me do all sorts just to hear it say my name. He licked closer and closer to my nipple, drawing out the tension and groaning as he pleasured me. His hand slipped down to between my legs. It was like our moment in Grand Central but a billion times hotter.
George stroked the inside of my thighs just beneath my pussy. Each moment was a tease that ramped up the anticipation. Maybe it was payback for the years he’d imagined this. Wetness pooled between my legs, but it didn’t make him move any faster.
“Please, George,” I moaned. If anything, it made him
I looked down and watched the tip of his tongue circle
my nipple. Arousal coursed through my blood, pushing me higher. My legs
trembled, and a whimper left my mouth, surprising both of us. He smiled up at
me, a fire in his eyes before dropping his head back to my breast.
I was drowsy with desire, and when I thought I couldn’t take anymore his thumb slid across my clit, and his lips brushed my nipple. It sent a spark of electricity right back to my pussy. I shoved my fingers through his hair, pulling at the strands as he stroked me higher. He thrust one then two fingers quickly inside me, his mouth never leaving my breasts.
I swore he was learning what made me cry out the loudest as he licked and sucked my breasts and pumped his fingers inside me while thumbing my clit. Maybe pressing all the buttons at the station had improved his dexterity. I squeezed my thighs to make him move faster and wiggled my hips to force his fingers deeper.
He had me close already, it had been building all day,
and it wasn’t going to take much more to push me over the edge. Cool air
replaced his mouth as my breast slipped from his mouth.
I groaned with displeasure.
The reprimanding look he gave in return sent my pulse racing. I wanted everything he had to give me. I closed my eyes to accept the waves of pleasure from his fingers, but his deep timbre caught my attention.
“I’ve got a lot of fantasies about your body that we need to make real. I’m not going to stop making you cum for hours. I can’t wait to have my tongue inside you,” he said licking his thumb before returning it to run circles around my clit.
He sucked on my nipples and thrust his fingers back inside me, building me higher. The pressure radiated from my pussy and my limbs quivered as I teetered on the edge. As if coaxing me to orgasm he fingered me quicker. The pressure was too much and I threw my head back not wanting the moment to end yet desperate to climax. The noises of my soaking pussy would have freaked me out with Brian, but with George, I loved how dirty and decadent I was. I couldn’t wait to see his come face. There was so much I needed to do with him. The idea of all the different ways we would fuck overwhelmed me.
Did he sense this? Suddenly he pushed deep and bit my nipple. At the intensity of the pleasure and pain, I came on his fingers. I screamed his name as my legs shook around his hand. He held me against him until I was sure I wasn’t going to fall, and then he lifted me and pulled me onto his body. I hadn’t considered this benefit of our height difference; he could take me where he wanted me. I knew I held the power, though. He wouldn’t push me too far, and I was confident enough to speak up if I wanted something different. He was my best friend, and my trust for him overwhelmed me.
“Can you ride me like earlier?” he asked frantically.
With one movement, I yanked down his boxers and palmed his cock.
“You are Big G!” I squealed with a mixture of
excitement and nervousness. Would I be able to take all of him?
“I’ll be gentle. Take what you can manage,” George said,
reading my mind.
It was the challenge I needed. I was not going to be a
precious flower. I’d dreamt about George inside me all week, and I wasn’t going
to stop until he was as deep as possible.
I continued to palm him, delighting in the way his face twisted with urgency. He jerked in my hand. This man had wanted me for years, and yet I was the one in control, I’d never felt so much power.
I knew he was clean. He’d insisted on taking me to the
sexual health clinic before university started, just in case I got carried away
with anyone when drunk. I’d made him take the tests as well in solidarity. I
was on the pill for the same reasons.
I reached into his bedside table and took out some fancy lube that I’d never seen before. I took my time in dripping it onto my hand before massaging his cock. It was like silk. His eyes rolled back in his head, and I bit my lip with satisfaction. I wanted to watch him come in my hand and feel him twitch in my mouth. I squeezed around the head of his cock, distracted.
“Grace! I want to be inside you.”
“Sorry.” I smiled as his cock jerked against my palm. He
jokingly glared at me, before squeezing his eyes tightly together as if he was undergoing
sexual torture. “You ready?” I asked with a wink. He was fun to tease.
He let out a strangled groan in response, and I straddled him. I pumped him one more time before slipping him inside me. The first inches were comfortable, but then I took him gradually further inside me. My hips attempted to grind before I was ready. What was with my body? It was desperate for him.
We panted in unison until finally he was buried deep.
“Sit up,” I demanded.
“But won’t that hurt?”
“Sit the fuck up, George. I want to kiss you. We have
spent our lives not kissing, and I want your mouth on mine as you cum inside
me.” He didn’t argue again.
I held tightly onto his shoulders as I lifted myself before dropping back down. His skin burnt mine as I rode him hard. His chest chair rubbed and tickled my nipples. I wanted his lips on mine, but the zips of pleasure filling my body as he kissed my chest and neck had me moan as if I was trying to wake the apartment building. I rode him faster as he bit and sucked my neck, leaving his mark on my flesh. My thighs and butt got the best workout as I pumped my legs. He filled me completely, and I knew that he was filling me emotionally too. I didn’t care how soppy it sounded I knew it, and I knew I wanted to be with him beyond some mind-numbing fucks.
I was on the brink of orgasm. I pulled his head to mine and kissed him hard. Our tongues fought for control, as our bodies had battled. The urge to come fought against the need to experience an endless pleasure. I’d only longed for this for a week. He’d wanted this for years. Sweat dripped between our bodies, and as I had hold of his face, he gripped my arse, pulling me onto him again and again.
He squeezed my flesh hinting he was close. I knew my orgasm would rip through me and trigger his. Every thrust of my hips met a push of his pelvis, and soon his cock was hitting me deeper and deeper. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight. I kissed him with years of repressed thoughts as if we were eighteen again and dared to kiss in front of our mates.
He released me from the kiss to growl his own needs. “You’re so fucking sexy. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, but I never thought it would be this good. I’m so hard, and I just want to come inside you.” He kissed me again, his lips hitting mine before he eased them apart and massaged my tongue with his. I rode him hard, moaning in his mouth as his grip on my butt tightened. I squeezed my thighs and pressed myself against his chest as I bounced faster and faster refusing to break the kiss.
My whole body began to shake and it was as if arousal filled my veins. Suddenly my orgasm obliterated everything. It rushed through me and I pulled him close and cried into his mouth. He came too. His liquid shot inside me. Filling me just as his cock had. I rode it out, pumping softer and softer. I had a lot more planned for us and I didn’t want to break him.
Eventually, we collapsed on the bed, still holding
each other tight. We were panting hard, and sweat dripping down our skin.
I whispered in his ear, “I don’t know what the plan is
for the next thirty years, but I want to spend the next thirty hours doing that
again and again.”
“We will, trust me. Hopefully, we’ll be doing it for the next thirty years too,” George replied breathlessly as he held me tightly.
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