The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 17: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women (21 page)

Josie licked her lips, overcoming her sense of intimidation—must everything about him be intimidating, she thought, half-amused. She knelt down quickly, not giving herself the time to really consider what she wanted to do in light of new information. Glancing up at Tobias’ intrigued, anticipatory face, she took him in hand, bringing her lips to the swollen head of his cock. A bead of pre-cum had formed there and she lapped at it, tasting his sharp saltiness.

“Ah, fuck, Josie,” Tobias said, his voice lowering into a moan as he sank down onto the couch. Josie followed his movements, taking him into her mouth slowly. She ran her tongue up and down the length of him, enjoying the velvety feel of his skin, the taste and heat. She quickly figured out that she would not be able to take all of him in her mouth—he was simply too big. But she wrapped her hand around the base of his erection and slowly rubbed him up and down as she sucked and licked his cock, swiping her tongue along the sensitive head with every upward movement.

Tobias reached out and began playing with her breasts, and Josie moved around so that she could manage to tease him with her mouth and still give him access to her. She moaned into his flesh as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending little shocks of electric pleasure throughout her body.

He tasted so good, she thought, taking in as much of him as she possibly could. She could feel the tension in his thighs as he fought down the instinct to thrust up into her mouth; glancing up, she saw his head tilted back to his shoulders, his eyes closed and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. It gave her a sense of power, the obvious pleasure he was feeling.

Just as her jaw was beginning to get sore, Tobias reached out and pulled her up, bringing her face close to his and kissing her deeply. He lifted her up onto his lap and Josie straddled him, holding herself up over his hard cock, letting her hands roam all over his body. His hands fell to her hips and he pressed down, moving their bodies as close as possible.

One hand moved away from the crest of her hip and she felt his erection sliding between the folds of her pussy, teasing her. “I want you,” Tobias murmured, pushing down on her hip with his other hand as he guided himself against her slit. Josie cried out as he penetrated her, the size of him momentarily robbing her of speech—leaving her breathless with the sensation of being filled. He bucked his hips, driving himself up deep inside of her.

Josie rested her forehead against his broad shoulder and rocked her hips slowly, getting used to the feeling of his hot, hard cock. She heard herself panting harshly, felt her muscles yielding to his cock as he moved in counterpoint. His hands left her hips and cupped her breasts again, and she leaned back, letting him bring each breast in turn to his mouth.

He sucked and lapped at her nipples, caressing the incredibly sensitive underside of her breasts as he thrust up into her slowly, taking his time. Josie heard the moans leaving her throat as if they weren’t her voice at all; she tried to focus, but Tobias’ touch made it impossible for her to form coherent thoughts. She began moving more quickly, riding Tobias’ hard cock, hearing the needy little moans that left her lips. Tobias pulled her in for a deep kiss, spreading his legs slightly to give him the ability to thrust even more deeply into her.

In a matter of moment, Josie could feel her arousal building towards climax, could feel the way her muscles flexed and released Tobias with every thrust becoming more erratic. Tobias’ hand slipped between their bodies and Josie cried out as he pressed his thumb up against her clit, rubbing it firmly as he speared her over and over again.

He buried his face against her breasts, kissing her everywhere her skin came close enough, controlling the pace of her movements with one strong hand on her waist. “Oh, Tobias,” she murmured, throwing her head back and gripping his shoulders as she rode him. She could feel little thrills of pleasure running along the nerves in her legs, her thighs twitching from the unexpected pleasure.

Finally, after an agony of the arousal building up in her body, she cried out, clamping down on Tobias with her hands and the muscles in her pussy, rolling her hips to get the best contact with his fingers against her clit as she came.

Tobias crushed her body against his and pressed his face against her neck, moaning out loud as he followed her into orgasm. She felt the warmth spread through her as he shot load after load, his whole body shuddering, his arms locked around her as he held on as if for life itself.

Suddenly he relaxed, breathing heavily and pulling her down with him to lie lengthwise on the couch. Josie slowly caught her breath, her whole body still shaking from the power of the orgasm. Somehow in their movement, Tobias was still inside of her, his cock twitching with after-shocks of his climax. He found his voice first.

“Next question,” he said in a low drawl, his hands already wandering over her body, thoughtfully exploring her curves. “Can we do that again in like, ten minutes?” Josie laughed out loud.

“Anytime you want.”

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Losing cell service was the last straw. Jane had been in the middle of a call with Zoe, that inept monkey that masqueraded as an assistant, trying to get confirmation on her meeting – in what was that podunk town called? Merken? Merton? When the call dropped and NO SERVICE blinked across the screen, Jane growled and flung the Blackberry. It hit the opposite window with a clunk and popped onto the lush, carpeted floor of the sedan.

She considered grinding the phone with her heel, but let it lie there. One broken Manolo Blahnik was enough for the day. Jane looked down at her less-than-satisfactory replacement shoes and grimaced remembering the pleased look on Zoe’s face when she’d come in with the shoe box containing the $19.99 bargain-basement heels. Well, at least they matched her suit. Thank God the girl wasn’t colorblind as well as stupid.

What else could go wrong today? The deal on the Grant Street high-rise had fallen through after months of negotiations, the market had taken another dip and she’d lost a considerable sum, and Jasper was on her ass about the quarterly reports. She’d ruined her favorite pair of shoes on that stupid grate in the parking garage, and the morning staff meeting was long and boring and unproductive. On top of all of that, her regular driver, Curtis, was out sick. He was never sick! She depended on him. He was respectful and did his job.

Jane looked over the seat at the broad shoulders of Curtis’ replacement for the day. He glanced in the rearview mirror just then and caught her eye. Jane huffed out a sigh and looked away.

“Everything all right, ma’am?” the driver said.

Jane glared at the back of the driver’s head. “Don’t call me ma’am” Couldn’t he see she was far too young to be called ma’am?

“I apologize,” he said. He turned his head slightly and nodded. “I’m – Mr. Darcy.”

Jane’s head snapped in his direction. From where she sat, she could see the driver’s chiseled profile. She thought she saw the twitch of a smile on his lips. “What did you say?” she asked.

“I’m Mr. Darcy,” he repeated. “At your service." Missus?”

“It’s Ms.” Jane said, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “Ms. Barnard.”

Without the distraction of the cell phone, Jane noticed the way Mr. Darcy’s dark hair curled at the nape of his neck and the smell of his cologne — something woody, like cedar or sandalwood, with a sharp, smoky edge. To her surprise, she became aware of a warmth in the pit of her belly, and dampness between her legs. She breathed in sharply.

Mr. Darcy looked into the rearview again, meeting her eyes. She blushed. His eyes were deep brown, flecked with gold. Jane bent over quickly, embarrassed, and swept the cell phone up off the floor. She made a production of brushing it off, pressing buttons.

“It’s not going to work,” Mr. Darcy said.

“Excuse me?” Jane knit her brows together in a look she hoped was ferocious. The same look had worked on her staff just that morning, silencing them all. Mr. Darcy just smiled in an infuriating way into the mirror.

“No cell service between Camden Lake and Merton,” he said. “Not much out here but a few vacation cabins.”

“How do you know that?” Jane demanded.

“Used to go fishing up this way with my Grandpa when I was a kid.”

“Well, how long until we get to Merton?” Jane twisted on the leather seat, her silk panties riding up into the crevice between her legs. It felt good and terrible at the same time.

“What’s the hurry?” Mr. Darcy asked.

“Look,” Jane said irritably, “I have an important meeting that I-“

“Yeah, I get that,” he said. “But in the mean time, check out the view. Relax.”

“Relax? Relax?” Jane threw the phone in her bag and sat back impatiently against the seat. “I am surrounded by idiots,” she mumbled to herself.

The car screeched to a halt. Jane sat up straight. “What are you doing?” she demanded. “Why are you stopping?”

Mr. Darcy spoke without turning around. “What did you say?”

“Excuse me?”

“Did you just call me an idiot?” he said quietly.

Jane looked at her watch, exasperated. “I’m going to be late!” 

Mr. Darcy cut the engine. He opened the door and stepped out of the car. Jane’s mouth dropped open. She watched as he walked around the front of the sedan and leaned against the hood, his arms folded and back to her. Now that he was out of the car, Jane noticed how tall he was, and the way the sleeves of his blue shirt strained over his muscular biceps.

She began pushing buttons on the inside car door to roll down the window and give him a piece of her mind, forgetting that with the engine off, the electronic windows would not work. “Oh!” she huffed in frustration, pulling on the door handle which held fast, causing her to break two fingernails. She pulled her hand back in pain and looked at the ragged nails. She was locked in!

“Hey!” she hollered, as loudly as she could. “Let me out of here this instant!”

Outside, Mr. Darcy leaned against the bumper of the sedan without a care, observing the trees and flowers beside the roadway, his tapered, well-muscled back turned to Jane, seemingly oblivious to her anger.

“I said, let me out of here, you son of a bitch!” Jane yelled. “Do you know who I am? You wait until we get to Merton! You are so fired!”

Jane threw herself back against the seat of the car. What did this jerk-off think he was doing? She picked up her cell phone again and pushed buttons to no avail. What was she going to do? She had meetings! Work!

Outside, Darcy had turned around and was studying her through the window. Jane looked at him and scowled. He walked slowly to the front door and unlocked it with his set of keys. He reached in and popped the locks, and Jane slid quickly across the seat, her skirt riding up to her buttocks, and grasped the door handle, but she was far too slow. Darcy opened the door and slid into the back seat with her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she said.

He nodded at her hand. “You’ve hurt yourself,” he said, and put his hand out.

Jane slapped it away. “Leave me alone!” she said, but Darcy just smiled at her.

“Please,”he said, looking into her eyes. Jane felt her anger melting away, even though she fought against it. He was impertinent and disrespectful of her position, after all. But looking up at his handsome face, so interesting with full lips, high cheekbones and the tiniest of scars by his right eye — she found herself extending her hand.

He held her injured hand in both of his — his tanned skin was so warm and smooth, and in the closeness of the back seat, the woody scent of him bathed her. She breathed it in, and it was as if she was all of a sudden transported to an exotic country. His head was bent and he ran an index finger lightly over her wounded finger tips, causing a shiver to run up her wrist. He looked up then, and his face was very close to hers.

“I’m sorry you were hurt,” he said, his brown eyes liquid and showing remorse. Jane looked deeply into them and could barely speak.

She’d been alone for so long, caring only about her work, the business, getting ahead, making money — at night she was exhausted, falling into fitful sleep. It had been so long since she’d even looked at an interesting man, so long since—

Darcy’s lips parted. He ran his thumb up her wrist, then lightly traced his fingers back into her palm, working little circular motions, massaging her hand, ever so gently, the scent of him filling her nose, the heat of his thigh against hers. She saw him glancing down and followed his eyes to see her where her skirt had ridden up, exposing her creamy, smooth thighs. Under her skirt, her silk panties were wet with her moisture and sliding up between the lips of her vulva. His fingers worked between hers, and she imagined them, in that slit where her moist panties rubbed against her little button and she gasped.

She leaned back against the seat, and gently placed his hand on the soft, white skin of her leg. She reached out and touched his face and he looked in her eyes. She gently tipped his chin so he was looking down into her lap, and then slowly parted her thighs.

Darcy shook his head and pressed her legs together. Jane gasped, all of a sudden her cheeks burning with shame. She felt her anger mounting again, and he read it in her eyes. “No,” he said, “You misunderstand. Come.” He reached over and worked the door, stepping out onto the abandoned road. He held a hand out to her. “Come,” he said again. Jane didn’t know what was happening to her — she was always the one in charge, and now here she was passively doing as she was told. She put out her hand and when Darcy touched her fingertips, it was like an electric current was racing up her arm. She shivered and slid across the seat, her skirt riding even further up her thigh, exposing the cheek of her buttock, but she didn’t care.

She put her long legs out and stepped on to the uneven roadway, wobbling a little as she stood up. Darcy caught her in his strong arms, holding her against him, his thigh sliding between her legs. She could feel the heat of him, her wetness making a damp mark on his slacks. She looked up into his face, and Darcy slid his hand up under her blouse, his palm brushing over her breast, her hard nipple poking her bra. The friction of his palm and the cloth on the tender button made her quiver. She looked up and down the roadway. “Someone will see us,” she said, her voice raspy.

“Not on this road,” Darcy said. “Only the cottage owners use this road, and since it’s off season-“  he stopped in mid sentence, his mouth crushing hers. His hot tongue slid between her lips, moving slowly in and out and making her imagine his cock, sliding in and out of her mouth just like his tongue. She moaned, wanting that, wanting to taste him, to have his earthy, woody-smelling skin next to hers, she wanted to breathe him in, devour him. She slid her hands down his hard body to the buckle of his belt, her mouth still on his, kissing, kissing.

Suddenly, his hands were on hers, removing them. Her mouth came away from his in protest. “Why are you stopping me!” she cried, and attempted to undo his slacks again, but he was strong, his hands clamped around her wrists. He pinned her to the car, his mouth going to her neck, causing her another shiver that shot through her body and straight to the core of her, lighting her pussy on fire. “No,” he said, “I have other plans for you. “

“But I want-“ she started.
             

“Please,” he said in a tender way that stopped her. “Let someone else be in charge for once.”

“What do you mean?” she said, her voice almost a whisper.

Darcy looked in her eyes. “I saw you there, in the back seat,” he said. “Making and taking calls, making deals, arguing with your staff.”  He put a warm hand on her shoulder, his thumb caressing the skin just above her breast. She wanted that thumb on her breast, stroking, stroking her nipple, but he didn’t move from that spot. She bit her bottom lip. He looked up then, around him. The warm breeze stirred the trees, making them sigh. “You didn’t even take one moment to enjoy the beautiful scenery around you.”

“I have a very important position,” she said defensively. “I don’t have time for-“

“This-“ he said, interrupting her, sliding his hand up under her skirt. His fingers snaked into her wet panties, brushing through the tangled mass of springy hair, soft like the moss at the base of the trees here, in the woods that lined the road. Jane’s knees felt weak with his touch, but he wrapped one strong arm behind her and while the length of his index finger worked between the slit of her hot, wanting lips, opening beneath his fingers like the petals of a flower.

There was a thin silver ring on his index finger, old and smoothly worn, but the ridge of that ring caused a pleasing sensation as it glided over her clitoris, which had raised its head up like the head of a tiny mushroom and strained toward his finger. Every time the ring bumped over the silky, little head, a wave of heat washed through Jane, and her honey began to run out onto Darcy’s fingers as they slid with an aching slowness up and down between those hot, wet vulva lips.

The tip of his finger teased in slow circles at the opening of her vagina, which contracted and contracted as if wanting to suck him in, and she moaned and begged him, “Please, inside me, please!” her breath coming hot and ragged, her head thrown back exposing her white, soft neck.