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  When I felt an orgasm coming on, I clenched my teeth. I didn’t want to make a sound. Dylan’s grandmother might hear. Every muscle in my body tightened. Gina must have felt the pressure against her fingers, because she pulled out and stroked me so swiftly I thought she’d start a fire in my clit. A noise rose up through my body until it squealed from my throat. The pillow caught it, but not completely, and I heard Gina chuckling against my breast as she kept at my clit.

  Before long, I couldn’t stand any more. I tried to close my thighs, but she pushed them apart and slapped my pussy with her wet hand. Nobody had ever done that to me before. The sound of it, the sensation of being spanked on my hot pussy lips, made my clit pulse. She did it a few more times, then clenched her whole hand against my mound and squeezed. My clit jumped in there, like a baby chick pecking its way out of an egg. Still, she held me like that, clutching my cunt, until my breath regulated and I pulled the pillow off my face.

  Her smile was warm, satisfied, with a hint of a Cheshire grin. We breathed together for a long time, smiling, trying hard not to laugh. And when the night went quiet again, she said, “I wonder what the boys are up to.”

  THE DEALMAKERS

  A. M. Hartnett

  Jesse seethed as she scanned the nearly empty parking garage. Her ride, a bubbly working mother named Gail, had promised to wait the fifteen minutes it would take Jessie to send off that one last crucial email. She had finished in ten, yet by the time she had stepped off the elevator and into the garage there was no Gail. Only two cars remained. It was as though at six o’clock all eight floors of the T&E building just vanished in some apocalyptic sci-fi moment.

  Slipping her hand into her pocket, Jessie rubbed the now useless transit pass that normally got her home at the end of the day. She’d thought she was doing a good thing by giving up her car to take public transit. The change worked out beautifully: sitting for twenty minutes with her iPod and a book was by far preferable to the crunch of gridlock. Then the buses and ferries went on strike and she was stuck begging rides to and from her apartment on the opposite side of the harbor.

  She was digging for her cell phone and trying to remember the radio jingle to her favorite cab company when her attention was drawn to the echoing shudder of the elevator doors opening into the garage.

  It was like someone had flipped a switch and turned the heat up in the parking garage. Marcus Latham, head of sales, strode out of the elevator with his gaze on the phone in his hand.

  Though they’d been working in the same office for three months, it was only recently that their paths had crossed in the break room. There was an instant mutual attraction between them, and Jessie had enjoyed more than a few masturbatory sessions with Marcus in mind. Neither had made a move, but the constant flirtations had fostered an unspoken agreement between them that sooner or later their professional relationship would turn the corner into something much more personal.

  Marcus looked up and his stride faltered for just a moment. Then, tucking his phone into his jacket pocket, he grinned.

  “Don’t tell me you’ve been camping out here during the strike. The penthouse suite between P-Ten-A and P-Ten-D?”

  “I have more class than that, Marcus. If I was going to become a cave dweller I’d at least squat in the Marriott garage. I’m sure I can find someone in the bar willing to bring me an Irish coffee before bed in exchange for sexual favors.”

  He tilted his head to one side and regarded her through lashes so thick she envied him. “I’m sure you could.”

  His words were spoken so slyly and loaded with implications that Jessie’s cheeks went hot. She enjoyed the silence that followed, enjoyed the way his stare remained upon her and the way the heat followed the trail his gaze blazed down her body.

  She sucked a deep breath through her nose and dropped her phone back into her purse. “Save me cab fare and offer me a lift across the bridge?”

  “What do I get in return? Navigating bridge traffic is a lot more involved than making an Irish whiskey.”

  Jessie had no desire to play coy. She returned his grin with one of her own. “I’m sure we can think of something. You can always let me stay with you, and we can improvise.”

  He raised a brow and his low chuckle surrounded her. “I’ll bet you can. You’re a very creative girl.”

  The sensual quiet coupled with his penetrating stare. Jessie could feel the electricity skittering down her body as he drew closer.

  She stepped back until she was pressed against a pillar. The concrete against her back was cold through her thin jacket but the closer he got, the less she felt it.

  He stopped in front of her and placed his hands on her waist, and with his touch the heat running through her blood became so intense she felt uncomfortable.

  His gaze fell upon her lips as he pressed against her, angling perfectly into her body. His cock was hard and pressed through their clothes. When he kissed her it knocked the wind right out of her.

  She grabbed on to his arms to keep from falling, but she needn’t worry. Marcus’s big hands clamped down, and he slipped his leg between her thighs.

  “Oh, Jesus Christ,” she said as she stood on her toes and then slid along the hard muscle against her crotch. She could feel the heat of his body through the lacy band covering her pussy. Every last nerve in her body felt it, like a flash fire running along the insides of her thighs, under her arms and across her back. She ran her hands along his arms, tracing slopes of hard muscle and hot skin.

  He leaned in and flicked his tongue against hers. “I can’t wait to get you alone.”

  “We are alone.” She pushed against his thigh and laughed against his mouth, then tilted her head back as he mouthed along her chin.

  If he’d reached down and caught the hem of her skirt, drawn it up to her waist and told her he wanted to take her right there, she would have wrapped her legs around his waist and let him ride her into oblivion.

  A shiver ran through her as he kissed the slope just beneath her ear. Jessie felt the scrape of his teeth an instant before he pinched the skin. Her whole body surged.

  He released her so suddenly she lost her footing. She threw her arms around his neck and dug her fingernails into the back of his neck.

  Marcus hissed, but he didn’t hesitate: he reached between her legs and pulled aside her panties. A low sound rumbled in his chest as he ran his middle finger along her wet slit.

  He nuzzled against her cheek and chuckled as she slipped her fingers into his hair and took two thick handfuls. “If you’re impatient I can help you out.”

  “Do it.”

  She twisted his head until his mouth angled over hers. She sucked his tongue deep into her mouth as his fingers pumped into her cunt. He had thick fingers, rough and knobby, and with every thrust the joint passed over her G-spot and sent a pulse throughout her abdomen.

  She broke the kiss with a moan as he crooked his thumb over her clit and began to rub the puffy hood surrounding it. Her blood pumped faster and faster and the sound gushed in her head.

  “You’re as hard as I am,” he said, his voice little more than a rasp that ran along her spine. He flexed his fingers. “Imagine how good it’ll feel to have my cock right here.”

  “Are you always such a tease?”

  “Who’s teasing?” His tongue darted at the corner of her mouth and he smiled as he withdrew his finger. “You know, I’ll bet there are cameras all over this place. Some poor bastard is getting quite a show.”

  Jessie’s moan choked at the back of her throat as her whole body was seized by an agonizing throb. She arched her back as he curled his fingers back inside her pussy.

  “Give it to him.”

  With a low chuckle, Marcus went down on one knee. Her sling-back clattered to the ground as he slung her leg over his shoulder. His smile widened as he tilted his head back.

  Delicious anticipation skittered along her cunt as his tongue sliced along his upper lip. Jessie pressed her heel between his shoulder blade
s and Marcus went forward.

  She swore again and sucked in a deep breath as his tongue wriggled over the tip of her clit. Hanging her head down, she watched the swipe of his pink tongue, watched the steady roll of his shoulder as he worked his arm like a piston and pumped his fingers into her.

  Her whole body became a cord pulled taut as he sucked her clit. She pushed against the pillar with her shoulders and clamped down on the back of his head, grinding her pussy against his mouth.

  Every thrust of his fingers, every swipe of his tongue worked in unison and sent her spiraling. She started to buckle as glorious heat pulsed through her.

  The cord snapped. The back of her head smacked the concrete but she didn’t feel the dull pain, not while the pressure behind her eyes swelled and reddened. Her slick inner walls squeezed down on his fingers and she lurched forward. His mouth kept working and her climax just kept crashing against her.

  “Stop. Oh, fuck, stop,” she begged, barely able to force the words out, and pushed him away.

  Marcus grinned and licked his lips clean as he looked up at her. “How’s that for improvisation?”

  Jessie sucked in a deep breath. “Looks like I’m not the only creative one here. Take me home, Marcus.”

  AMONG THE TREES

  Heidi Champa

  My knees sank into the mud, but I had long forgotten about the rain. I could only focus on his cock, moving in and out of my mouth. I had to lean my head back to take it all inside, the fat head hitting the back of my throat, making me gag just a little. One of his strong hands was around the back of my neck, the other twined in my hair, fucking my mouth roughly. I was completely wet; my clothes right down to my pussy. I had somehow managed to convince him to let me stay out of the mud for a while, but soon enough, I found myself on my knees, the cold mud squishing onto my skin. I seemed to sink deeper into the ground with each thrust of his hard cock. My hands were still tied behind my back, as they had been since we left the house.

  Abruptly, he pulled out of my mouth; rainwater running in before I had the chance to close my lips. He yanked me up to my feet, his eyes burning into mine. I could feel the mud running down my legs into my shoes; my favorite sneakers now ruined. The rainstorm was an unexpected turn of events. But I loved it. He turned me so my back was against him and pulled my shirt open, letting the rain hit my bare chest. His hands were so hot and the water was so cold. His thumbs rubbed my nipples until they ached, the teasing interrupted by sharp pinches, just to remind me who was in charge. My tied hands were rubbing against his cock, which was starting to get hard. His mouth bit my neck, another jolt of delicious pain to go with the overwhelming pleasure.

  Suddenly, I was back on the ground, my body hitting with a sloppy thud. I felt his knee on my back, nudging me over until I couldn’t stop myself from falling forward. I couldn’t see him, but I heard him kneel down behind me. It was amazing how quiet it was, despite the rain pounding in puddles around us. My shorts were lowering down my thighs, new beads of water splashed onto my bare cheeks. It ran in ripples down between my legs, causing me to shiver. His hand cracked down on my ass, the sound ringing out into the stillness. Pain shot through me and I gasped, my mouth hovering right above the mud.

  Two more slaps came right after, pushing me to the brink. He stopped and let the cold rain hit me, let it cool my newly hot flesh. Before I could fully recover, two fingers entered my pussy. I squeezed my cunt around him, wanting so desperately to rock back into him, to push myself back on his fingers like mad. But I knew better than to test him like that. I just let him fuck me, maddeningly slow as the rain started to speed up. He slapped my ass again, the dull, throbbing pain crowding out the pleasure of his fingers for just a few moments. He curled and swirled his digits inside me, making me cry out into the mud. I wanted him so badly, but I wasn’t sure if he would oblige me or not.

  In the next moment, his fingers were gone from me and I heard his zipper open. I felt so empty, and I waited impatiently for something to happen. My hips seemed unable to resist rocking toward him just an inch or two. For my trouble and effort, I got another slap on the ass. I started to yell out, but it died in my throat as he entered me. Lurching me forward in the mud, he grabbed the rope holding my hands for leverage and fucked me so hard, so good. I tightened my fingers around the ropes, trying to feel his skin, but I couldn’t. So I just took it; took his cock over and over again.

  To torture me, he stopped thrusting and just left his cock inside me, his stillness driving me crazy. I had to fight every urge in my body to move myself forward away from him. I was afraid if I did that, he might leave my cunt altogether. My body started to shake, the pressure mounting inside me. He laid one hand on the center of my back to stop my shuddering. In that moment, despite my predicament, I felt so safe. Even the cold rain and the ropes around my wrists seemed to disappear. After long, long seconds, he pulled his cock almost all the way out of my cunt. I fought the panic that rose up in my throat; tried to hold back my fear of losing him. But he returned to his powerful, deep strokes. This time, I knew he wouldn’t stop until he was good and ready.

  The needy, desperate ache bloomed deep inside my cunt, and as the rain ran down over my eyes, I felt my pussy squeeze him violently. Two more quick, hard slaps hit my ass and the unexpected pain broke me. I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

  My orgasm shook through me, my screams sent out into the woods. He didn’t slow down at all, pounding me through my pleasure. Grabbing my hips with thick fingers, he pushed into me violently before groaning out his own release into the air.

  I could barely breathe, my body feeling wounded and wonderful. Once he got his strength back, he pulled me up, helping me to my feet. I could only imagine how I looked; caked with mud and half-naked. I didn’t care, and neither did he. The rain finally began to stop as he untied me and cleaned me up before the ride home. He too was splashed with mud, but he looked clean compared to me.

  Before we drove away, I took one final look into the woods, the last of the raindrops clinging to the leaves and branches, making everything clean again.

  LAST CALL

  Sophia Valenti

  Hey, Melissa. The usual?”

  Melissa nodded with a barely there smile as she slid onto the stool in front of my bar. She’s always the proverbial ray of sunshine, so I was surprised to find her looking less than her usual perky self. I was also surprised to see her slinking in near closing time. She’s an 8:00 p.m. drinker—one who sips something fruity before heading out for a night of dancing with her giggly friends. She wasn’t giggly tonight, though. If anything, she looked a touch nervous and a whole lot introspective.

  Melissa is one of my favorite regulars—and my secret crush. She’s a girly-girl, all perfumed and cotton-candy pink, from the tips of her perfectly pedicured toes to the sugar-scented gloss that covers her full lips—lips that I always have a tough time tearing my eyes away from. This night was no exception, but I worked hard to kick my inner pervert to the curb. It’s bad business to fuck the customers—trust me, I know. Besides, Melissa wasn’t into chicks. That giant rock appeared on her finger a few months ago, and I’d heard her chatting about her wedding plans with some dude whose name escaped me. In fact, if I was remembering correctly, her “big day” was coming up fast. I wondered if that was the problem—even wondered if the wedding was off. It wouldn’t be the first time a glum customer entered my place to recount a tale of lost love.

  After sliding a cosmo in front of her, I leaned against the worn wood of the bar, one of my fingers finding a favorite divot. I traced the rough edge of the chipped countertop as I casually queried, “Wedding bell blues?”

  Melissa cocked her head, offering me a half smile. There were those lips again. Pink and slick and making me long to part them with my tongue.

  “Yes and no,” she answered softly, her gaze falling to her drink as she swirled her stirrer.

  “How do you mean?”

  She took a ladylike sip from her glass before conti
nuing. Her gloss left an imprint on the rim, the ghost of her lips taunting me. “Alexander is great—that’s my fiancé.” She took a deep breath that she let out as a cranberry-scented sigh.

  “That sounds like the ‘yes’ part. What about the ‘no’?”

  “He said he doesn’t want me to have any regrets.”

  “About what?”

  “Things I haven’t done—or people I haven’t done.” She looked up at me, her hazel eyes glinting with bits of gold and burning with sensuality. Was I reading her right? Was Melissa coming on to me?

  I nervously licked my upper lip as I mulled my response.

  Melissa’s eyes momentarily fell to my mouth, as if imagining a more wicked use for my tongue. Her lustful face revealed a passion that I hadn’t realized she had inside her. Look at that. Deep down, my pink lady was a red-hot seductress.

  “Alex told me to have one last fling before the wedding. He even named some guys he knows I like—but I don’t want any of them.”

  “Then who do you want?” My words came out more breathy and desperate sounding than I’d intended.

  “You. I want you, Cat.” She appeared to be steeling herself for a rejection that would never come.

  At that late hour, we were the only two souls in the place. But even if the bar were packed, I don’t think I would have been able to resist her. I leaned forward, indulging my long-held dream. Her sticky gloss smeared against my lips as I kissed her, flicking my tongue against hers as she moaned into my mouth.