The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 17: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women (12 page)

I moved to turn over onto my back, but he said, “I want you like this.” He raised himself up and entered me, cupping my breasts in his hands and kissing the back of my neck. I felt the heat of his body against mine and the small of my back tingled at his touch.

He raised my leg up a little. “Christina,” he whispered into my hair. His breath felt wonderful on my neck and he pinched one of my nipples gently, soliciting a moan out of my mouth.

“That’s what I want to hear.” He pinched me again.

He quickened his pace and clutched me to him tighter. I squeezed his dick with my muscles and a slight whistle escaped his lips before he came.

“You’re going to kill me woman,” he said, raising my leg up higher in the air and rubbing my clit in small circles until I was shaking and moaning in his embrace. “You’re so beautiful.”

I lied awake a little while longer, and maybe it was just the silence of the night messing with me, but I could’ve sworn I heard him say, “I need you.” I shook the thought out of my mind and fell asleep a little while afterwards.

***

Christmas, 1994

I was the first one up, excited with the anticipation of opening my presents. Matthew and Marcia dragged themselves out of bed. I knocked on my parents’ door, and my mother opened it with a smile on her face.

“Merry Christmas!!” I said in my high pitched voice.

“Merry Christmas sweetie.” My mother hugged me tight. My father put his robe on and hugged me too.

“Let’s open these presents,” he said, smiling also.

I tore through the wrapping paper with hurricane wind strength, and received a few Barbie dolls, a Game Boy with a few games and some clothing. Matthew and Marcia received video games and clothes respectively.

For me, this was the best Christmas we had as a family. All of our other Christmases were very modest or lacking in comparison. It was especially memorable because my parents didn’t argue.

“Here Sarah.” My father handed my mother a gift wrapped in some gold paper finer than any of the rest of us got. Suspicious, Mom opened it gingerly, revealing a jewelry box that contained a Cubic Zirconia tennis bracelet.

“Eddie?!”

He hushed her. “Don’t say anything. Just enjoy it.”

Mom enveloped him in a hug and kissed him several times. “Oh my God, thank you so much baby. Oh my God… it’s beautiful. Eddie….” Tears formed in her eyes. “Baby, I love you.”

“I love you too Sarah. I even said it on the back of the bracelet.”

She turned the bracelet over to see the engraving — Forever and always, I love you.

She hugged him once again. “Oh Eddie. Okay everyone, let’s clean up, and I’ll make breakfast; how does pancakes sound?”
             

Even Matthew and Marcia had to smile. “I love pancakes,” I said. Everyone laughed, a real laugh, one that made it seem like we were a family for once. For that brief moment, we were normal.

***

I woke up in the morning and made Andrew a quick breakfast and some coffee. He had to go to the office today and “actually do my job,” as he liked to say.

We sat across from one another at the glass and stainless steel table and made light conversation before he gave me a kiss on the cheek and headed out of the door, into the world, to do what he does best.

I washed the dishes and did some light house cleaning. I went into our own personal fitness center and lifted some light weights as my exercise for the day. I started our dinner for the evening and selected something sexy to wear while eating it. Presentation is everything. I collected the mail from the box and fielded a phone call from my sister.

She sounded annoyed as she usually was as I reported on my parents and my grandmother. I kept it as brief as possible with her before she made me angry.

I watched TV, my lingerie hiding underneath my robe, as my dinner finished and Andrew came home after 7. I threw my robe off and stretched myself across the couch when I heard him coming closer.

“They really needed the money man today,” he said with a smile.

“They really did,” I said, giving him a kiss.

“Something smells delicious, and someone looks delicious as well.”

“Go wash up for dinner.”

He returned looking more relaxed than when he came in — he discarded his suit jacket, his tie was undid and he was in his bare feet. I placed his plate in front of him before making my own.

He talked about work, occasionally rolling his neck on his shoulders. I replied at the appropriate moments. Once we had finished eating, and because of what I was wearing, I put the dishes in the dishwasher and set it. Andrew chased me upstairs where we fucked until we fell asleep, satisfied and awaiting the new day, where we would repeat our routine.

***

I learned long ago that nothing in my life was normal. Those brief moments of normalcy were few and far between for me, and I learned to accept it for what it was.

Yes, Andrew and I don’t have a normal relationship; we aren’t your typical situation. But it’s a lot better than what my parents had. We have made the most out of our little arrangement. It’s comfortable, and doing something different, trying to make a go at having a normal relationship is something that I can’t even fathom. If we stay together, that’s fine with me. It’s better than what I was going to lead myself to.

I never had to suffer while introducing him to my family, like I saw my sister do every time she introduced us to a serious boyfriend. Having children was not on our agendas, so I didn’t have to worry about how I would turn out as a mother — and the corresponding fear of turning into my mother. Our arrangement was perfect.

And maybe deep down inside, we do love each other.

***

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by
Lois Hodges

“Girls, let’s sing,” Carly said, all of a sudden, her eyes on the stage with the Karaoke music. Ally looked at her, confused, and then looked around the bar.

“Is that a good idea? I feel like things are about to explode at any moment,” she said, looking at the crowd. Townsfolk, tourists and everyone from the neighbouring villages, or so it felt, were sitting in the Grill, famished after the country fair festivities that the day had held.

“All the more reason to act normal,” Carly replied, a smile on her face. “We get up there, sing for our men and act like normal people. Gwen, you have to sing with us.”

“What?” Gwen looked up from her phone. “No, you girls go.”

“This is your job!” Carly replied. “You’re a professional, you have to come.”

“Uh…” Gwen smiled, trying not to turn around. Trying not to see Finn’s eyes burning into her. “You gonna pick a sappy love song for your boyfriends?”

“You can sing for me, sweet thing,” David purred, poking his best friend in the ribs. Gwen rolled her eyes,  putting her phone in her pocket.

“Eternal Flame!” Carly cried to the DJ, who nodded and put on the CD as she dragged the other two to the front. “Just pretend you’re performing. That’s the romantic thing about being a performer, your whole audience is a love affair. Do you know the song?”

“Uh…yes…” Gwen smiled  tightly, as they stood in front of the mics, all eyes on them as the opening strands of music cut through the house. She watched, as Carly’s eyes went to Tyrone, and Ally and Derrick shared an intense gaze. Only then, when everyone was distracted, did she dare to flicker her eyes up for a moment, dare to just for one second, look at Finn, who was doing the same thing.

“Close your eyes… give me your hand, Can you feel my heart beating… do you understand?”

It was such a complicated story that shouldn’t have been one. Gwen was a Broadway star, a triple threat so well on her way to fame that she wore sunglasses on the street for protection, not practicality. David, her lifelong best friend, recently moved to a small town in Virginia, living off a family trust that made him one of the wealthiest men in town. And so he lived hard and played hard; but always did his part by sitting on the town’s council and participated in the activities of both leisure and work.

They visited back and forth as they got older, and free of parental control, texting up a storm when they couldn’t. Lately, Hanover Heights had gotten a lot more fun when half the town was under threat of being sold to a hotel developer, looking to turn the small town into a tourist trap.  The townsfolk began organizing fairs, fundraisers, balls; anything they could to make sure the hotel developer’s offer was one they would be in a position to refuse. Their sinking economy and closing shops, however, were so far telling a different story.

Gwen had been visiting during a carnival when she first laid eyes on him; the gentleman in the well pressed suit; style only second to his subtle manners and good looks. Before she could reveal her secret, David had spoken in her ear.

”Stop staring, girl. That’s him. The bastard who wants to buy half this town and do Hell-knows-what with it.”

And so Gwen hadn’t said anything at all, even though she knew he had seen her; knew he had locked eyes with her across the field and became just as shell-shocked as she was.

“And then you come and ease the pain; I don't want to lose this feeling… Ohhhh,” the girls trailed off, somehow managing to sync their end notes and hands in perfect rhythm, causing the audience to clap and cheer; whistling as they took a bow. Finn, however, only caught her eye for the briefest moment, and raised his glass. She dipped her head, ever so slightly, in acknowledgement, before following the other three off the stage. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him get up, slipping on his jacket and leaving a bill for the waitress. And then, he scribbled something on a napkin, folding it in half and placing it on the chair.

“You ready to go home, kid?” David asked, when she got back to him. “I’m beat.”

“Old man,” she replied, teasing him, and then shrugging nonchalantly. “I’m actually going to text a bar find from last time I was here… See if he’s up for a little something.” She wiggled her eyebrows for affect.

“Who?” David asked, confused. The entire town was in the Grill that night, it seemed. Gwen only smiled.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” she replied, which made him roll his eyes.

“Fine. If your booty call doesn’t come through, you know your way home.”

“Yep,” she kissed him on the cheek. “See ya later.”

Once she was sure he was out the door, and that no one was really paying attention to her anymore, she slipped through the crowd, towards the side exit that she had seen Finn go out of. As she passed his chair, she dipped her hand down, casually sweeping up the napkin. She waited until she was out the door to unfold it.

Hilton Hotel, Rivers Road. Room 394
was all it said. The Hilton hotel was in the next town over, a bigger place that the locals often referred to as ‘the city’. She checked her phone as she walked to her rental car, realizing it was just past midnight. This really was a booty call, or so it seemed.

Gwen got a little lost on the way there, taking the wrong dirt path out of town, but once she found the highway, she made up for lost time, going nearly time and half the speed limit, her palms sweating in anticipation. Pulling into the parking lot, she checked her reflection in the mirror before getting out, her bare legs getting goose bumps in the night air.

The lobby of the Hilton was what she was used to; having basically lived in hotels since she was 16 and on Broadway, despite her L.A. home.  She took the stairs instead of the elevator, wanting to delay things a bit as her brain turned over the facts.

She hadn’t seen Finn for nearly two years. He had been a wealthy hotel owner even then, offering to put up her entire cast in exchange for being named the ‘official’ hotel of the cast.  She was young and carefree, on top of the world, and he was wealthy and secure, and their romance had been whirlwind and unexpected. She had told no one, then, about the fact that they shared her hotel room for two months; had told no one they had a love nest and whispered secrets in the dark. In the end, there were too many differences between their worlds, too many things that would need to change before they could be together. She had also told no one about the hole he had left in her heart. For Gwen had told him, told the world she didn’t believe in true love, and he claimed not to either.

So why was she nearly shaking as she knocked on his door?

He opened it, still dressed, although his jacket was off and his tie was loosened. Without a word, she fell into his arms, her lips devouring his as if breathing was optional. She hadn’t quite realized how peaceful and calming his arms were until she was in them, and then it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist. Finn gave the best hugs she had ever known, his entire focus on her, and nothing else.

“Oh, baby!” He pulled her close, tangling his fingers in her hair, and breathing in her scent. “Oh baby. What the hell are we going to do?”

“I really prefer not to talk about the future,” she replied, nuzzling her face into his neck and feeling his pulse beat strong. “Let’s talk about the past. What did you think of my song?”

“I think you damn near killed me singing that song,” he whispered, unwilling to let her go. “That used to be our song.”

“I thought she knew, when she chose it. I thought, somehow, she knew everything,” Gwen gave a little laugh, finally pulling back to look at him. The hazel eyes were still the same, bottomless and liquid, although they looked tired tonight, a few more lines under them and the shadows evident. He felt thinner than he was a few years ago, some of the lean muscle given away to bone.
He works too hard
she thought, as she hugged him. “Hell, she asked me if I knew the song and I damn near told her everything.”

“Is that David then?” he inquired, finally letting go of her long enough to close the door. “The one you were with? The platonic love of your life?” He was teasing her, she could see no jealousy in his eyes. But then, there never had been. Without true love, there was never jealously, or so they kept telling each other. But she appreciated it; past boyfriends had never understood her having a male best friend.

She smirked at that.

“Indeed. You remember me talking about David and yet you didn’t remember that Hanover Heights was the town his family founded?”

“I remember your lips. The way your eyes used to look at me,” he was teasing her now, taking her hand and leading her to the couch in the large suit, where she obliged him by folding herself to sit on it. He sat beside her, a bit formally, but still with her hand in his. “Oh, how I missed you, love.”

“I missed you too,” she said, after a moment. “Although for a while, I didn’t want to admit it.”

He shrugged, reaching to uncork a champagne bottle that was in an ice bucket by the couch.

“We couldn’t be together, then. There was no point in dwelling on it.”

“And we can’t be together now,” she replied, drawing her knees up to her chest. “I couldn’t do that to David.”

“So you’re here to plead for the life of the town?” he said, eyes sparkling as he poured her a flute of champagne. She shook her head, taking it.

“No. I’m not going to do that to you either. I’m not getting in the middle of this. I came here to see you.”

“I’m glad you did,” he replied, watching her. After a moment, he sighed, leaning back. “How have you been, Gwen? I’ve been following your career with interest. You are doing well for yourself.”

She nodded, taking a sip, the champagne sharp and deliciously cold against her tongue.

“Yep. I just signed a yearlong contract on the West End, so I’ll be in London once this show is done. I’m going to be Meg Giry in Phantom of the Opera 2.”

“2!” he exclaimed, smiling at her. “That’s new.”

“Debut performance,” she grinned at him. He dipped his head, taking a sip of champagne, and then, to her alarm, chocking harshly on it. Since it was liquid, there was no need for the Heimlich maneuver, but it still took several thumps on the back before his airways cleared. As he attempted to regain control of his breath, he leaned against her, rolling up one sleeve that had gotten wet with his sudden movement. Placing an arm around him, she looked down and then gasped.

“What’s happened to your arm?” she asked, alarmed as she saw the inside of elbow was bruised and discoloured, a small puncture wound at the centre of it. A million things went through her mind. She had seen drug use in the performance world, of course. Actors took them for a trip, dancers took them to stay thin, singers took them to give them endless energy. But Finn, despite his workaholic ways, had never turned to drugs. He looked down on those who did, the
scum
of society as he put it, preferring his mind alternating substances in the form of top shelf liquor.

As quickly as  she noticed it, he drew back, which made her realise how warm his body was against hers.

“Are you alright?” she asked, concerned. For a moment, his eyes searched hers, looking for something she couldn’t figure out; searching for answers she didn’t have. And then, very carefully, he spoke.

“Gwen, I swear I will make sure your name is never in lights again if you breathe a word about what I’m about to say to anyone. Do you understand me?”

“Wha?” Her mouth fell open as she watched him stand, a bit shakily. “What are you talking about?”

He took a sip of his champagne, or what remained of it, pacing a bit as he clearly considered the possibilities of what he wanted to say. Finally, he sighed, turning back to her.