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Authors: Victoria Blisse
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VANILLA WITH EXTRA NUTS
28 Days of Heart Series
Copyright © 2010 VICTORIA BLISSE
Cover art by Amanda Kelsey
Edited by Nicole Bunting
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First All Romance eBooks publication: February 2010
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“Oh, how I’ve missed you,” Adam moaned as my lips
wrapped around his cock.
I smiled then pulled away from his crotch. “Well, you do
insist on going off to Happy Mart 3 so often, dear. I can’t be
chasing half way across the country just to fuck you as much as
I’d like to.”
“I know, darling.” He brushed my hair with his hand as I
lazily lapped at the head of his red, eager cock, “But they have
no manager there right now. The assistant is doing his best, but
until I appoint a new manager, I’m going to have to be there a
lot. I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right, baby. I understand, but I do like to tease you
sometimes.” I ran my tongue down from the tip to the base of
his dick and licked across his balls. I traced my fingers down
his thighs and back up again. He lifted his hips and I slipped a
hand beneath his bottom and squeezed.
“Butt slut,” I hissed as he moaned, then I slipped my lips
down over his straining erection. I’d missed my lover greatly
over the past week, but school had kept me busy. Being a
teacher is not as easy as many people like to think it is. I was
glad to have him back, though, as my fingers were beginning to
tire and I needed some real sexual satisfaction.
As I slid my mouth up and down his tasty rod, I insinuated
a finger between his buttocks. He eagerly gasped as his cock
disappeared into my mouth and my finger slipped to his anus
and began pressing inwards. I continued to suck on him as my
finger slid deeper. His cock throbbed and he whimpered. His
hips bucked up and down, working himself onto my finger and
into my mouth.
I had to pull my lips away because I knew he was close
and I was not ready for him to come yet.
“You like having my finger in your arse, don’t you?” I
whispered, excited by this newly discovered kink.
“Yes, I do,” he panted, thrusting onto my finger, desperate
“I bet you’d love it if I fucked your arse wouldn’t you?
Maybe I should buy myself a strap-on cock. Maybe next time
you come home I’ll fuck you?”
“Oh, fuck yes,” he groaned and I slipped my finger from
“Well, right now, you’re going to fuck me. I need your
dick in my cunt.”
He loved it when I talked dirty. I loved it too. It made me
feel sexy and as far from being a prissy school ma’am as it is
possible to be. I lifted myself to my knees and straddled one
over one hip, then as he brought his legs together I slipped the
other soft, rounded thigh over the other hip. I was hovering just
above his hardness, my plump, juicy pussy just a slight hip
thrust above him.
“Fuck me,” he begged and lifted his hips. Our eyes locked
and I smiled wickedly at his erotically pained look.
“With pleasure,” I whispered and as he held his cock in
place I slid down. We gasped, then moaned, then closed our
eyes in sync with each other and let the rhythm of lust enfold
us in its sexual embrace. I moved as if in a trance. Hypnotically
I lifted and pushed down my bum to push him in and pull him
out of my pussy, the friction making me mewl with delight and
my pussy muscles clench with pleasure.
Dropping my arms next to his shoulders, I leaned forward
briefly for a hot, urgent kiss before slamming back down on his
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thick dick. My sex pulsed with mini orgasms as I moaned and
cursed and thrust all the harder. He gripped my hips and his
nails dug in as he got closer and closer to coming.
“Yes,” he growled as he filled me, “Yes.” He thrust again,
his cock spurting inside of me. “Oh fuck, yes,” He groaned as
he stilled and I stopped thrusting.
“Mmm, I do love it when you fill me with your come,” I
gasped and lifted myself over to fall back on the bed beside
him. “I love how it all slips and slides around my fingers when
I slip them inside my used cunt.” He rolled onto his side and
faced me and I showed him what I meant. With two fingers I
pressed inside myself. I could hear the sticky squelch as I
moved them and enjoyed the creamy caress of our juices
mixing together inside of me. I pulled my fingers out with a
groan and moved the sticky slick digits to my clit. I buzzed
with pre-orgasmic energy and as he trailed his fingers up the
inside of my thigh each tickle was magnified and the journey
they took up to the juncture of my thighs was exquisite torture.
He slid two fingers inside of me and I moaned. He hooked
his leg over mine and buried his face in my neck where his lips
traced patterns over my shoulder and up my throat. The
combination of his tickling kisses on my favorite erogenous
zone, his body pressed against me, and his fingers within me
brought me quickly to my peak. I rubbed harder, my legs
vibrating as my orgasm built then erupted powerfully from my
body. He clung onto me as I bucked and cursed and thrashed in
my ecstasy. When I calmed, he pulled out of me and, taking his
fingers to his mouth, he licked them clean.
“Mm, we taste good together,” he whispered.
“We feel bloody good together as well,” I exclaimed and
he nodded. Our laughter mingled as we cuddled up together.
“You know, men I’ve been with before have been really weird
about touching or tasting their own come, even when mixed
with my juices. I dunno, I guess they thought it made ’em gay
“Men are weird,” Adam said with an emphatic nod of the
head. “I don’t mind it at all, but then maybe I’m not typical as
I’m bi. I like the taste of come as much as I love the taste of
“You’re bi?” I asked, a little surprised but not particularly
“Yes,” he replied, “didn’t you know?”
“No,” I said. “It’s not really come up in conversation, has
“No, it hasn’t.”
There was a moment of awkward silence. I didn’t know
what to say. Everything I could think of sounded sarcastic or
twee in my own head.
“You’re all right with it, though, right?” he asked after a
moment of waiting for me to talk.
“Oh yeah. Least I think so. I mean, it’s not like you’re
going to go off and cheat on me with some bloke just ‘cause
you fancy guys as well as girls, is it?”
And we had only been together for three months. It wasn’t
as if we were man and wife or something.
“Ah, well, maybe I should confess something to you while
we’re on the subject,” he said, his posh shop manager voice
coming into play. I began to worry. It was the voice he used to
deliver bad news to customers and staff. “I’ve been seeing a
man as well as you.”
“Oh,” I said, a stab of intense pain ripped through my
stomach. I pulled my arm off his body and pushed it down in
front of mine to create a barrier between us.
“I should have told you, Megan. I’m sorry. It’s just I
didn’t know how to broach the subject and I didn’t want to ruin
what we had.”
“You should have told me,” I said, still in shock. “I
thought I meant more to you than that.”
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“You do, Megan, oh you do. I love spending time with
you, I love fucking you, being with you.”
“But you were still off fucking a man behind my back. Is
it better with him? Am I just your token girlfriend or
I moved from shocked to angry. He’d lied to me. I thought
we had the start of something special, but he’d been fucking
someone else all along.
I rolled over and put my back to him, I didn’t want him to
see the scalding tears that rolled down my cheeks unbidden.
“Oh, it’s not like that,” he sighed, and I felt him shift onto
his side, the bed creaked a little as he moved. “Please, Megan, I
didn’t mean to upset you. Damn, I should have told you
upfront, I’m sorry about that. You are the most beautiful
woman I know. Your curves are divine. The moment I saw you
in the club that night I was intoxicated. I couldn’t keep my eyes
off you. You are all woman and that is what drives me crazy
with desire. I don’t want to lose you.”
“Are you going to stop fucking around behind my back?”
I hissed, trying hard to lie still, my unladylike sobs made it
difficult to stop my abundant body wobbling.
“I’m not fucking around,” Adam sighed, “but I don’t see
why I can’t be with you both.”
“Well, in that case you can see yourself out. I can’t share
you with anyone else.”
“Not even if I tell you he’s bi too and he thinks you’re
“No. You betrayed me Adam. You need to go.” I sniffled.
I needed him out of my space so I could cry in peace.
“Okay, I’m sorry, Megan. You know where I am if you
want me. I still want you, think I always will.” He moved
across the bed and I heard the ruffle and scrape of clothes and
zips as he dressed. I tried not to think of his lithe body, his
smooth hands, his plump lips. I tried to hold onto the anger that
had burned so brightly minutes earlier, but as he whispered a
goodbye and I heard the door of my flat clunk shut behind him,
I sobbed so hard I thought I would break.
For a few days after I just walked around in a daze. I was
on autopilot and thanked Heaven that I didn’t have any of the
more difficult year groups to teach ‘til the other end of the
week. I’d be more myself by then, I was sure.
I’d not gotten much sleep either. I was tired, but as soon
as I tried to sleep, questions started to haunt me. Had I done the
right thing? Had I been too hasty? Was it really cheating? And
the most annoying thing was that I didn’t have an answer.
I picked up my post as I walked into my flat after another
long day of teaching. Tucked between the livid green junk mail
and the credit card bill was a white, handwritten envelope. I so
rarely get mail of such a nature that I got quite giddy as I tried
to work out who it was from. I ripped open the envelope and