Justin's jealous ...

“Needed to wash the smell of sex off yourself before I smelled it?”

“I didn't fuck him.” She giggled. “It’s sad actually, don’t tell anyone. He hasn't touched any of the women he’s been seen with.”

“Seriously?”

“He’s been playing you all. Which is amazing given how desperate he came off when we went back to his place.”

Justin stepped toward her and tilted his head.

She stepped back. “You might not want to kiss me. I did suck him off.”

His mouth turned down. “Oh.”

“He was so eager and sad, I couldn't leave him without something. But I told him it was a one time thing. Get over it, anyway. You and Cassie looked like things were going well.”

He scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, it did. It wasn't amazing, but it was solid. She even initiated.”

“So I'm the only one who hasn't had an orgasm tonight. I think I'll go upstairs and take care of that. Or wallow.”

Justin tugged at the spot her towel tucked together. “Or not.”

“Doesn't Cassie think you're peeing?”

“She was asleep thirty seconds after her orgasm.”

Vana let the towel drop to the floor. She pressed herself against Justin, who was working on the ties for his robe. Once he had it loosened, he kissed her. He pinched her nipples and she sighed. Someone who knew how to touch her. “You like it rough?” he asked, pinching harder.

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He slapped her ass. “I think you should be punished for blowing my co-worker. Did you swallow like whore?”

She nodded and looked at the floor, playing the part of the chastised girl. He sat on the sofa and helped her lay over his knee.

“Five for the blow job, five for swallowing. And five on your pussy for liking it.”

She lifted her head. “I didn’t l—”

He slapped her. “Silence, slut. Take your punishment.” The five spanks on her ass, alternating cheeks, weren't bad. When he finished slapping her pussy, she was throbbing with pain and desire.

“Are you going to fuck me?” she said, when he sat her up.

“You don't deserve my dick. Besides, I'm spent from fucking your sister. I made you sore, now I’ll kiss it better.”

She laid back on the sofa, too exhausted to argue. Her entire pelvis turned and she wasn't sure his mouth would bring her any relief.

He put his mouth to her shiny pussy lips, soaked with desire. His tongue was rough and did nothing to soothe. It made her hurt more, until she writhed. “Please, just let me come. I’m going to burn up.”

“Tell me again.”

“I'm your slut, Justin. Yours. All yours.” Unless it would get her another spanking. Damn, she'd blow Nick everyday in the coffee room if it got her this treatment.

He sucked her clit into his mouth. He used his teeth, scraping slowly on the sensitive spot. Her legs tried to close on his head. He sat up and pushed her open. He slapped her exposed cunt. “Don't do that again, or I'll keep you on edge.”

“Until I go to bed,” she taunted. “You can't control me there.”

“I'll tie your hands on to your bed. Don't fuck with me. You need to be still while you come in a second. I’m going to bite your clit. Then you can come.”

He sucked on it again and then he bit down hard. White pain shot through her and then, true to his word, she came. Hard. She gripped the sofa trying to keep still, while her head and chest thrashed around.

He held the painful pressure until she stopped convulsing. Now it just hurt and she wanted to rub it to soothe the ache.

He let go and stood up. He tied his robe around himself and threw the towel on her. “Clean yourself up and get some sleep.”

Can you keep quiet?

I followed him through the dimly lit house. The sun hadn't completly gone down yet. Summer days were still long. And warm.

I was happy when we exited to the backyard. The cooler evening air caressed my skin. Which was more exposed than covered; in a super short skirt, a halter top that tied around the neck making the back nearly unnecessary, and barely there at all.

There is a pile of blankets on the lawn. Not a jumbled pile. They are laid out ontop of each other, a thin mattress. I stop short beside the pile, looking at the man beside me. My eyes telegram the "What's going on?" question to him.

He shrugs with a lazy grin.

I turn a full circle around the yard. It's dim. But I can hear voices, not for the neighbours, but neighbours of neighbours. My voice is high pitched. "Out here?"

He pulls me down to sit on the blankets. Suddenly relaxed, I lay back and look at the sky turning for day to dark, the magical time of dusk. A darkening purple hue paints the view above me, as the first stars twinkle out some light.

I sigh, feeling happy and contented with the day. And he starts pulling up my skirt.

My body tenses. Not that I mean to. It's just a natural reaction to the threat of exposure. Although we have privacy. No one is watching, no one is listening. But they could be. My hands try to push his away and then we both still.

He leans over me, his eyes boring into mine. Staring me down. "Here's the deal," he says, his gaze steady. My hands are shaking.

He clears his throat. His eyes still hold mine, and I grab onto the look, like I would a lifeline, letting him ease my anxieties. "No one will know what we are doing out here if you can be quiet."

"And if I can't?"

His eyes turn from serious to amusment. "That's part of the fun isn't it?"

He grabs my wrists in one hand, so I can no longer hinder him, and he pulls my skirt up. With one hand he removes my panties.

I lay there. Thinking about this idea. Fuck, it's making me wet. I can feel it between my legs, I want to rub them together. But he's holding me open.

The cool air rushes in between my thighs. Soothing the heat there.

"My goal here is to make you scream," he says, letting go of my hands. Instead of pushing him away, I put my hands on his head, letting his soft hair slip through my fingers.

And then, gloriously, he is kissing me. Kissing the most feminine part of my body. His lips are hotter, somehow, than my pussy lips. Softer, sweeter.

I let out a soft sigh. Then clamp my lips together, remembering where I am, that I must be quiet.

And then his tongue threatens to send me up in flames. My whole body is tense as he licks at the center of my being.

Slowly, by each flick of his tongue, then his fingers pushing into my body. A welcome intrusion. My hips lift and thrust. He pushes me down.

I can't stay still. I am coming undone. My breathing is shallow. Rapid and hitched. As I try to get closer.

It's like a burst of light behind my eyes when I come. I am aware that I am voicing my pleasure. Not shouting or screaming, but I am not quiet when I come. I try to stop, but his tongue and fingers are pushing me forward, onward, stretching out the pleasure snapping in my pussy, shooting out into my body.

It goes on and on, like those sparklers are inside my body. I become aware that he is longer touching me, and the snapping nerves slow. And then they stop all together.

My breathing is still shallow, as he grins at me, the white teeth glowing in the near dark. "I think you lost," the shadow of his body says, seeming ethereal, disembodied.

"Pretty sure someone heard that one. But, it was worth it."

He laughs, his body falling over mine, pushing me back onto the blanket, his lips falling over mine. We laugh together.

Making Her Beg

An excerpt, from something I hope to release in it's entirety someday. For free

He went and leaned against the wall just outside the bathroom, waiting to reassert his dominance, that he could control her. And himself. That it was just about sex.

When the bathroom door opened she was wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping and her face composed. She looked around the room, confusion in her eyes when she didn't see him. He grabbed her shoulders, making her cry out, and pushed her against the wall. He kissed her hard, punishing, bodies pressed together.

First she got stiff, moving into the wall, but as the kiss went on she softened, kissing him back, running her hands over his body. He unwound the towel from her body, dragging his hands rough over her breasts, tugging the nipples with his fingers.

He tore his mouth away from hers, and lowered it to her breast. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he sucked a nipple hard into his mouth. And then he nipped with his teeth, making her cry out. He wanted to mark her as he moved to her other breast, biting into the skin, sucking licking.

She was very still as he abused her body. Her nails pressed into his skin through his shirt, he didn't care. He lifted his head and kissed again, one hand moving her legs apart. He rubbed against her hard, grinding into her soft mound. Looking into her eyes he growled, "I want you to beg me, Lucy. I'm not going to fuck you until you beg me. Don't come until I tell you too."

Separating the soft lips he rubbed her clitoris, pulling, tugging with the same violent motions he'd done to her breasts. "Do you understand?" he demanded.

Her eyes were glazed and she was moaning and squirming. "Yes." Her voice went higher as he pulled on her clit, "Yes. I understand. Please."

He shook his head and lowered himself before her. He bent his head between her legs and spread her pussy lips with his thumbs. Her knees went soft, expecting his soft tongue, but instead she gained his teeth. He bit into her clit, and she jerked away. He moved one hand to her back and pressed her forward into his mouth, tugging on her most sensitive area.

Her protests quickly turned to moans as he continued his misuse of her body. Once she fell into pleasure from the pain, he turned to licking between the lips, sucking her juices. Until she suddenly cried out, "Mac, please, I need you to fuck me. I need to come. I can't take anymore of this. Of your mouth. Fuck Mac."

He moved back to look up at her. He slipped a finger between her legs, not wanting to stop his torture. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Mac, please shove your hard cock into wherever you want, just let me come."

He nodded, feeling her desperation seep into him. "Come for me then slut," he said, before he pressed his mouth to her pussy again, once more using his teeth on her.

Her entire body went aquiver as she came, down around his mouth. Her knees went week and
she nearly fell onto him, he lifted his body and grabbed her around the waist. "Good?" he asked, with a grin. He stood and picked her up and carried her to the bed.

He deposited her on the bed and then went to find the lube again. "On your hands and knees," he said, "ass toward the edge of the bed for me." He judged it would be the perfect height.

Once he was properly lubricated, he pulled her ass cheeks apart. With infinite control he eased into her tight ass. She shivered as he did, but didn't move otherwise. He didn't inquire to her enjoyment, it was no longer about her. His finger on her clit, rubbing in circles he thrust into her, knowing after teasing her for so long, and now being hugged tight by her body he wouldn't last long.

He groaned as desire took him and grabbed her hips, pulling her body back onto his cock as he came hard into her. His body shuddering, he managed to withdrawn before he fell onto her, pressing her to bed.

He was still panting as he made himself stand to retreat. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, trying to regain his composure. Not wanting to see Lucy until he had.

A preview

It had been a long week, an exciting week, but a long week nonetheless. Rough play, hot sex and showing herself off. When they hadn't been in bed, he'd wanted her in front of the camera. At least it seemed that way to her as she replayed the events in her mind. There was only one thing they hadn't done.

She rolled over onto her side, leaning over him. He smiled at her and stretched up for a kiss.

She lowered her head and kissed him. "Can I make a request?"

"Of course."

"I want you. I want you slow and soft and sweet."

He looked at her. She tapped her fingers on his chest, counting off the beats to keep her anxiety at bay. One, two, three, four ...

"Sweet?" He hummed as he brushed her hair back from her face.

She nodded, and looked away from him. Her face flushed red and hot. She wanted to crawl off the bed and retreat to the bathroom.


His slid his hand from her hair down her body, cupping her breast. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple. His eyes intent on her face, watching her eyes get wider and darker. He bent his head and kissed her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue moved in slow circles around it, until she had tipped her head back and let out a low moan. Then he let go and moved to her right breast and gave it the same attention.

"How am I doing?" he asked. His voice was hoarse.

She brought her attention back to him, focusing her eyes on his. A sharp intake of breath and then she managed to squeak out, "Good."

He smiled, putting his arm around her. He eased her onto her back, lifting his body over hers. He kissed her softly, his tongue sweeping her mouth.

She arched her body up to his, wanting to feel him inside. Her pussy was throbbing as she rubbed against him.

Reaching a hand between them, he pushed her hips down. "Not yet."

She whimpered and pushing up harder. He pulled back from her and looked at her sharply. Then she withdrew. "You always were too impatient," he muttered. He moved his body down and kissed between her breasts. Then down further, tracing his path with hot kisses.

He stopped and kissed both of her hips. His warm hands pressed on her inner thighs and moved them apart. He kissed each thigh in turn.

She trembled with anticipation, raising her head so she could look at him. He met her eyes and shook his head. "Lay back and relax. Enjoy."

She thought about arguing. She wanted to watch. But she gave in, laying down, she tried to reach out and touch his hair to have a connection with him, but she couldn't reach him.

He leaned his face in and kissed her heated center. Her desire was evident in the aroma wafting from her pussy. He couldn't believe he'd spent a whole week fucking her raw and hadn't once stopped to smell her, to taste her. He licked his lips in anticipation.

With soft fingers, he spread her pussy lips.

When his hot tongue hit her body she lifted her hips. She thought she was going to fly off the bed and he had barely touched her.

Without removing his mouth from her, he reached up with one hand and pressed her hips back down. He lapped at her between the folds of her labia.

He moaned softly into her, as he felt more fluid seep out of her body.

He held her down with one hand, the other spreading her pussy lips further. He licked at her clit, making her twist and cry out.

His hot tongue continued it's gentle lapping at her. She felt the heat rising in her body, from her toes to the tip of her head and out her fingers. She thought she might be on fire. She felt a deep pressure starting in her belly. Something more intense then she had felt all week.

She squeezed her muscles together, hoping to stave off the inevitable, hoping to slow down. But, his tongue knew just where to touch her and moments later her body was tensing and relaxing. She twisted her body, crying out his name over and over.

He held her hips down on the bed, continuing to suck on her pussy, until the waves of her orgasm stopped coming.

He moved up her body and kissed her deeply. "Sweet enough?"

"Oh god, I need to fuck you," she murmured.

He smiled at her, but didn't move.

"Please, I need to feel you inside me."

"Slow, remember?" he said, moving his body over hers.

He eased his cock into her. The entire time he had spent with her, she hadn't ever felt this wet and open. He moved his hips slowly. He tried to prolong the experience as she had asked. But, her reaction and how good her pussy felt, pulling him deeper inside, he couldn't go slowly. He was soon thrusting hard into her, almost pounding against her. He strained to go deeper, so he could find release.

He arched his back and gave a cry as he came inside of her. A few more thrusts and he was spent. He released his arms and let his body fall onto of hers.

"That was perfect," she said softly. She wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes, wishing she could stay like this forever.

This is likely a preview to my Nanowrimo 07, Mack and Lucy. It hasn't been decided yet. But it was inspired by completly different events rather than NaNoWriMo.