EROTIC NOVEL EXCERPTS

The bottle gently touched my lips and Foster tilted it up, pouring the searing liquid into my mouth. It was too much. I had to close my lips to swallow before it started overflowing. I gulped it down, coughing and lightly spilling some down my jaw as Foster pulled the bottle away.


“Oops, sorry Maya.” Foster grinned as his free hand shot out to wipe the excess off my face. His thumb slid over my jaw, just as the burn of the whiskey hit my belly turning my insides molten. He lifted his thumb to his full sensuous lips and sucked the whiskey off of it.


What the fuck??? I think my brain is about to short circuit from the sight of that. I can’t believe he just did that in front of Max. What the hell is going on?


“Give it here,” demanded Max, holding his hand out to Foster for the bottle.


Foster took a swig first then handed it over. His tongue slid out to lick the top of the bottle as his eyes met mine, before setting his lips over it, tilting his head back and taking a healthy swig. 


It felt like flames were licking my insides. I could feel my cheeks heat up. Why was he playing with me like this? And with Max right there?


Foster handed the bottle over to Max leaning in closely over my body as he did so, and placing a hand on my shoulder for balance - and my god did he smell good! I could feel the outline of each individual finger on my shoulder where his hand practically singed my flesh.


“I brought a movie over,” Foster said, sitting back up straight, his hand still burning a hole through my shoulder. “I think you guys will like it,” he chuckled a bit. “It’s got a killer soundtrack.” 
Foster got up and walked over to the DVD player, and I tried – and failed miserably – not to look at his tight, firm ass, encased in worn but well-fitting jeans.


I snapped out of my misbehavior when Max held the whiskey in front of me and said, “Take another swig Mai.” I needed it. I took the bottle from Max and downed a good-sized portion of whiskey, just as Foster finished inserting the movie and came back over to the couch.


He reached out for the bottle of whiskey and I handed it to him. His fingers slid over mine as he took it from me, a small smirk sliding over his features. 


“Somebody’s messy,” he said, and I could not look away as his tongue came out to swipe the side of the bottle, licking the dripping whiskey from it. My eyes flew to his throat to watch him swallow as he poured another shot down it.


Foster leaned back over me again to give the bottle back to Max. He cracked a couple of beers, handed one to me then sat back, even closer than before.


Too close. 


I could feel the heat and electricity emanating from his body. I was so nervous that I was trembling, and my breathing was becoming erratic. I needed to get my shit together. Being this close to Foster, and his odd flirting, was really disconcerting.


“What’s a matter babe?” asked Max in a solicitous tone. “Are you cold?” he asked, pulling me back against his chest and sliding his hot hands up and down my arms. “Why don’t you put your feet up?” he continued without giving me a chance to answer. “Foster will rub your feet. It's fine,” he said, sensing my hesitation. “Foster gives amazing foot rubs. Don’t you buddy?”


In answer, Foster reached down to grab my feet and pull them into his lap, sliding his beautiful guitarist’s hands over my sock clad feet.


I chugged on my beer, hoping it would provide me with some liquid courage.


Foster’s gaze scanned the room and came to rest on a bottle of lotion sitting on the coffee table. “Ah,” he exclaimed, reaching out for it, then dropping it on the couch next to him, before sliding my socks off. 


His hands slipped under the hem of my pants searching for the tops of my socks. He cocked a brow at me quizzically when he was unsuccessful.


I giggled. Giggled? Wow, the alcohol must be hitting me pretty fast. I hadn’t had much to eat today. 


Foster’s nimble fingers began sliding my pants legs up, and up, and up. I had over-the-knee socks on, a luxurious cashmere argyle. His hands stroked over them. I saw his eyes widen slightly. I think Foster was a fan of my socks.


He shifted in his seat, settling the arch of my foot over his hard groin. It caused me to catch my breath in nervous shock, and avert my gaze...

This would be the last time. I couldn’t help but feel pain at the loss of all of the pleasure his body had given mine. Why did he have to go and fuck everything up? I questioned angrily, letting my ire rise again and giving it full reign. Some of that anger directed at myself as my eyes refused to stop fucking his lean, whipcord length, caressing every toned inch of muscle covering his tall frame, unable to look away. I wanted to hate his body too.

I gently encircled first one, then the other of his wrists and bound them together, tightly, with rope. I gently pushed his arms over his head, until they met the slatted headboard, and secured them there. I moved to his ankles next and he let out softly exhaled moan, making me freeze in panic. He fidgeted for a minute or two, but then settled back into peaceful sleep and I let my breath flow back out in relief, before finishing by tying his legs to opposite posts of his bed.

I took a moment to stage a few key items out of his sight, then slipped a ball gag into his mouth and secured it tightly to his head. His eyes began to blink up at me in confusion as he was unexpectedly pulled from sleep. I had known the gag would wake him up, that’s why I’d placed it on him as the last of his restraints.

He frowned in confusion, testing his arms and legs before realizing he was immobilized. He fussed with his gag and tried to speak around it, but couldn’t. He wasn’t afraid, just puzzled, and I smiled at him reassuringly before getting up and lighting a candle at the foot of his bed, and illuminating my body with its soft glow.

He struggled against his bonds and struggled to speak through his gag as his eyes avidly drank me in and his boxers began to tent with the unmistakable evidence of his arousal. He looked like he was dying to get out of his restraints so he could fuck a hole straight through my body. My smile broadened.

I had on a shiny black corset, with cinching leather straps, attached to heavy silver buckles. It ended just below my breasts, in a small shelf that pushed my tits up into a jiggling mountain of softly protruding flesh. My waist was nipped in tightly, accentuating the wide curve of my womanly hips. Fishnets and fuck me heels completed the outfit…almost. The small crop that I held in one palm and slapped against the other was what really sent the whole thing right over the top.

Jacob managed a whimper of aroused need, in his throat, as his eyes implored me to touch him and his cock jerked in his boxers, finding and escaping through the exit hole in the front. He was already leaking precum. 

I tormented him further by running my hands over my curves and moving my body in a slow, sensuous rhythm. He renewed his efforts to test his bonds. I could tell he wanted to be in control. I could tell he wanted to make me pay for wresting it away from him. That was part of my revenge, but only a very small part, there was way more to come. I’d barely even started.

I glided to the side of the bed, taking the crop and teasing the sole of one foot, before slipping the small, square tip along the soft inside of his leg, heading towards his boxers. He growled low in his throat, and his eyes were flashing fire as he struggled even harder against the unforgiving knots.

I just smiled at him with promise.

I set the crop down next to him and climbed atop the bed, placing my kneeling body between his legs. I walked my upper body over his, dragging my hard nipples over his chest and reached past him to the bedside table, for the knife I’d placed there.

He grunted as my breasts teased him and thrust his hips up, trying to grind his thick cock against me for relief, but I arched my ass and put distance between our lower halves, denying him. I could hear his frustration. It made me feel so powerful, and a thrill shot through me to my core.

I knelt back up, brandishing the knife before him and watched his eyes go round. I slowly lowered the knife to his nipple and grazed the tip down over his chest and abdomen, following the well-defined indentations of muscle to his obliques and then curving along his hip to his thigh. I ran the tip of the blade down to the bottom edge of his boxers, slid it underneath, then hastily pulled up on the handle as I slid it forward, slitting the left leg of his underwear open from hem to waistline, severing them.

He was breathing heavily beneath me, but his erection had not waned at all, in fact it jerked in front of me, emitting another thick trail of precum, which proceeded to glide down the side of his beautiful, heavily veined length, soaking into the cotton fabric encasing its base.

I made short work of the other leg, until he was left with just the front piece, impaled on his turgid mast of flesh. I gripped him at his base and his eyes rolled up as his head pushed back against the pillows and his entire body shuddered. An animal noise was trapped in his throat, prohibited from being released by the pressure of the gag. I pried the boxers from his cock and bent my head down, tongue out, to lick the fluid from his tip. His hips rose toward me, begging me to put him in my mouth.

I sucked the fat mushroomed tip of his cock inside, licking circles over his crown, drinking the clear juice from his opening. I let the saliva pool in my mouth and then lubricated his entire length with it, pushing my head down over him, engulfing his cock, while sucking my cheeks in and aiming him towards the back of my throat. I had to bob up and down a few times, priming myself to take him in deep.

Once I was ready, I spared no mercy. I gripped his hips securely and fucked my face over his cock in a frenzy designed to get him off as quickly as possible. His hips bucked into my soft, moist cavity and wet sucking noises and grunts were the only sounds in the room as he rammed himself in deeply, over and over. His body seized as his cum began to spurt in thick jets, and he shook as he released his seed into the back of my throat then collapsed.

The Shoppe has a vestibule entrance way. It’s an old-time, tiled, and v-shaped channel, which leads from the door to the sidewalk. It is glassed, so the window display can be viewed from the sides while entering into the Shoppe.

As I turned around, I felt myself shoved roughly into the glass, my back pressed into it firmly, my biceps gripped with force. I was completely stunned and frozen in shock and fear, my heart rate skyrocketed as the shadowed form of a man leaned in to whisper into my ear, “I don’t think you’re exactly everything you’ve appeared to be.”

That’s when your familiar scent penetrated my senses. Instead of lessening, my fear intensified. My entire body tensed up in panic, ready to spring. But I was thoroughly trapped. Your entire length moved in to press against mine, pinning me in place even more effectively than your hands on my biceps had.

I let out a frightened moan, just before your mouth descended over mine, stifling my noise in the most gentle, sensual and erotic kiss I’d ever tasted in my life. It knocked the wind right out of me, instantly fogging my brain with lust. All of that adrenaline fueled panic and terror of moments before, instantly converted to the pulsing, molten hot desire to be taken over, completely, by the sensations coursing through my system.

Your body was the only thing holding me up, my legs rendered unable to support my own weight. I dimly noted, as I felt the flesh of my breasts being skillfully kneaded, and my nipples being teased, that you had released your strong grip from my arms. I felt the long hard length of you being ground into my abdomen, and then your thigh wedging its way between my legs, rubbing against my throbbing clit. Your mouth nibbled at my lips and I was utterly lost.

Jesus. I can’t remember the last time anything felt this good, I thought, as one of your hands crept around back to palm and knead the flesh of my ass, and you continued to caress the insides of my mouth with the most sinfully erotic movements of your tongue.

I was moaning my sweet pleasure into your hot kiss. I was perilously close to cumming, even though my mind rebelled. It didn’t help that both my hips and your hand seemed so eager to help me grind and ride myself to orgasm.

I felt you bunching the material of my skirt up with the hand that had once been kneading my ass. The hand that had been at my breast was now wedged between us and I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered...

dresses as a ghost, hiding a strap-on underneath her costume, then surprises her lover, pegging him in a graveyard at a Halloween party.” He paused to take a deep breath then.


“But that was absolutely nothing,” he continued, looking up now and catching my eyes, “compared to how I felt watching you dance for me tonight. The way you were looking at me, I felt like I was the only one in the room. I felt compelled to talk to you. I apologize if that seems too bold or creepy, but I couldn’t leave tonight without telling you,” he said, spearing me with his expectant, hopeful and utterly naked gaze.


The raw lust and need radiating from his vivid hazel stare, and the husky strain in his voice as he gathered his courage to say those amazing words to me, was quickly overpowering all of my defenses. I had never been spoken to like this before, with such unfiltered honesty and intensity. I had no way to counter it, to combat it. I didn’t know how.


I stared back mutely as my heart rate sped up even further, thinking I might hyperventilate. I was practically panting from the crazy swirling of emotions he caused within me. My blood was rushing through my ears now like a tidal wave, blocking out all sound, narrowing the edges of my dimming vision to the sight of Ryan’s face, as it came closer and closer to mine. Then I felt his hand gently sliding along my jaw and his fingers curling around my nape, pulling me inexorably towards him.


Our lips met. I have no words to describe the amazingness of that moment, as his being washed over mine, overwhelming and destroying my defenses with his intoxicating kiss. His tongue slid inside of my mouth. My pussy clenched down hard at the eroticism of his movements, our tongues tangling and mating fiercely as our base urges overtook all of our senses. We became crazy with the need to give in to what was burning so fiercely between us.


His hands traveled over my body, down my sides to my hips, which he grasped tightly, so he could pull me up to straddle his lap, never breaking our kiss for a second. He ground his hard cock into my soft center, which was completely open to him, while my legs were spread wide to encompass his thighs. 


He rubbed himself against me, groaning in need, as his rock hard, jeans-clad erection slid up and down the groove of my wet, thinly covered sex. The friction was setting my clit on fire and I moaned into our kiss as he continued to drive me crazy, slipping his hands down to cup my ass and growling. The urge to have him bury himself inside me was unbearable and I let out a whimper of pure need.


He broke the kiss with a pained groan, “I want to bury myself so deep inside of you that you’ll never get me out,” he growled, and then his face fell. “I don’t have a condom, Joss,”


I swear, my heart almost flipped over inside my chest and burst as he called me that, but my face fell as I realized what he’d said—that he wouldn’t be fucking me. My need was beyond reason right now.


“Let me bury my face between your legs instead, and I’ll ease your need,” he pleaded, “I need to taste you. I need to get my fingers inside you and feel how wet you are for me. I can smell your arousal,” he broke into his persuasive speech as if the scent of me was driving his need beyond reason. “I want to feel the walls of your pussy clench around my fingers, clutching them, and imagine that it’s my cock fucking you to a delicious, screaming orgasm.”


Well, when you put it that way, how could I possibly refuse?


I nodded my head, utterly unable to speak. He lifted me up, standing with the ease of someone who was picking up a toddler, then turned and deposited me on my back on the couch. He slid his hand under the waistband of my yoga pants. I dimly heard the scrape of the coffee table, as he kicked it urgently out of the way, and wine glasses crashing and spilling. He yanked the elastic waist of both my yoga pants and my embarrassingly plain cotton bikinis down in haste, exposing my bare sex to his view.


His pupils dilated with lust, going nearly black, as he paused to gaze at my slick, nude flesh with its waxed-bare lips, parted and leaking wetly for him. He yanked my pants off quickly, then knelt between my legs, spreading them as he did so. He slid his hands under my shirt, pushing my bra out of the way so he could grasp my breasts and slide his thumbs over my nipples.


“You are so unbelievably beautiful,” he pronounced with an inarguable certainty that made me feel like a heavenly goddess. “Hook your legs over my shoulders, Joss,” he commanded, a wicked grin overtaking his features. “It’s time to make you scream.”


I bit my lip at his words. I’m in for it now, I thought giddily, as I did exactly what he told me to do. The backs of my knees rested on his strong, solid shoulders as my feet slid over the smooth contours of his back.


The first flick of his tongue on my clit made me gasp in startled wonder as even more moisture flooded my pussy. He slid his tongue from the flesh just above my anus, right over my wet hole, and up the slick groove of my sex, in one long, slow lick. He stabbed the tip of his tongue into my clit in a move that made me shriek, and grip the edges of the love seat. He grinned into my cunt then placed an open-mouthed kiss on it, making me moan and pant. The urge to start begging him to stick his fingers inside me was nearly overwhelming.


He must have known, because I immediately felt two of them find my slippery, wet hole and drive in without any hesitation, sinking fully inside of me, down to the last knuckles. Then he crooked them, massaging my g-spot. 


I nearly screamed and orgasmed right there, but he lifted his face from my clit and ordered me, in a low gravelly voice, “Don’t you dare cum yet, Joss. Don’t even think about it.” The command in his voice as he controlled my body had a weird effect over me. It was making me think of nothing but my excruciating need to cum. Yet I knew I had to hold the urge off, at all costs, because of my even more overwhelming need to please him.


I moaned, nearly in pain, and gasped with the force of holding back. He continued to massage my g-spot, as I heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering. I watched as some of the pinched expression eased from his face and he groaned then sighed in relief. 


The pressure inside his pants must have been intense if it was anything like the need I was feeling. I could hear his hand sliding over his cock as he began to jerk it. I wished I could see, but my eyes shut as his mouth attacked my sex again. All thought fled, except how incredible the feel of his lips and tongue and fingers were on, and inside my body.


My hips started to grind into his face and I was panting and moaning. If he didn’t let me cum soon, I was going to die. He began to groan into my cunt as he finger fucked me, the vibrations were too intense. I didn’t know how I was going to hold off any longer.


“Cum for me,” demanded Ryan, as he lifted his mouth off of me for a second, “cum for me now, Joss,” he demanded.


I screamed at his words, as my entire body convulsed, and the walls of my sex clamped down on his fingers as he sucked hard on my clit. I nearly passed out from the overstimulation when his mouth finally opened, releasing me so he could let out a desperate groan as he came in his own hand.


As his orgasm faded, his head came down and he rested the side of his face on my quivering belly while we both struggled to catch our breaths. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and I had a moment of utter panic, wondering if whoever was out there would try the handle, or not?


“Everything all right in there Jocelyn?” It was Mimi’s voice. “I thought I heard some commotion…?”


Frantically scrambling up, we both hunted around for my discarded clothes. Ryan doing it one handed since he hadn’t yet found anywhere to wipe his cum off, as my breathless voice belted out awkwardly, “Fine Mimi, we just, uh, spilled some wine. We’re cleaning up. Be out in a sec...”


Where the fuck were my clothes?


Something suspiciously like a chuckle came from the other side of the door as I thankfully heard her receding footsteps. I uttered a huge sigh of relief and took a deep breath, then my face split into a huge grin as I glanced over to Ryan, who was also about to burst. We both simultaneously erupted into fits of laughter. He grabbed me and hugged me to his body, one armed, then looked down into my smiling face, turning serious.


“I’m not done with you yet Joss. I need to be inside of you. Tonight. Come home with me. Please,” he coaxed, slipping his hand back under my shirt to cup my breast and play with it – it was his cum covered hand. Fucking hell that is so hot, I thought, as he smeared his spunk all over my breast with a devilish grin. “You’re driving me crazy!” he admitted urgently, squeezing me more tightly to him, and plastering his lips to mine, kissing me with my own cum on his tongue. “I need you. Repeatedly. The things I want to do to you…” he trailed off groaning into my mouth.


Truthfully, I wasn’t done with him yet either; I didn’t see how I could ever be done with him. I nodded my head yes and whispered into his ear, “take me home with you. I want to do all of those things.”


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