Pauline Orr - The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 18

I slapped his shoulder but grinned, “Okay.”

Completely awed that he’d thoroughly demolished my senses, I said, “You know, you could have done any damn thing you wanted and I would have accepted it.”

He grinned, “Yeah?”

I laughed at his thoughtful expression, “What are you planning?”

He wouldn’t tell me while we took a shower even though I bugged him relentlessly. Afterward, I logged onto my laptop to try to write my blog but couldn’t concentrate with him darting glances at me.

I finally stopped and asked, “What?”

“You never did answer me.”

I frowned, “What was the question?”

His eyebrows shot up, “I proposed.”

“I said ‘okay’”

He rose from the bed, “I’d like a little more than a simple okay as if you’re responding to a food order.”

I rolled my eyes, “Yes, Blake, I would love to marry you.”

He nodded, “That’s more like it.”

“Did I bruise your ego?”

He shot me an amused look, “Keep it up and I’m going to bruise something else!”

Tickled that he was human after all, I shut my laptop and slipped my arms around his neck, “Do I need to kiss it and make it better?”

He nodded, “My ego just happens to live in my cock.”

“Damn, you just fucked the hell out of me and now you want a blowjob?”

Grinning, he said, “Blowjobs are always good and you give some damn good head.”

Patting his shoulder, I promised, “Maybe in the morning. Aren’t you tired?”

“Not too tired.”

With a groan, I crawled across the bed we hadn’t drenched, “Seriously, let me surprise you in the morning.”

“Damn, Baby, surprise me? You just told me.”

“Well, okay, if you don’t want…”

He quickly said, “I didn’t say that!”

I laughed as he wrapped around me, whispering words of love along with goodnight. Exhausted, I fell asleep immediately only to wake up in the middle of the night. I had to use the restroom so I tried to ease out from under him but he pulled me to him.

Squirming, I moaned, “Blake, I have to pee!”

He released me so I quickly headed to the restroom, grinning on the way back with plans to wake him up. Unfortunately, he was on his stomach so I curled around him and went back to sleep. I awoke the next morning with him staring at me.

“You ready for breakfast?”

I murmured, “Coffee!”

“It should be ready.” With a grin, he pulled himself out of bed.

Bringing two paper cups back to the bed, he handed me one and cringed over the other one, “I can never get used to hotel coffee.”

I laughed but agreed as I sipped mine. He turned the TV on as he drank his before asking, “You still like omelets, right?”

Nodding, I asked him why and he motioned toward the door, “Joe’s bringing a cart back with a variety but I told him to make sure there was an omelet.”

“Thank you!”

“Want me to add some sausage to that omelet?”

I rolled my eyes, “I was going to surprise you but you were on your stomach!”

“Tickle my fucking balls, Baby… what the hell?”

I laughed and stroked him through the sheet, “When is Joe suppose to arrive with that?”

No sooner than I spoke the last word, a knock sounded. Blake made a face, “Shit!”

I quickly pulled the sheet around me as he barked, “Enter!”

Joe wheeled it in and, with a quick salute, spun around and left. Glancing at Blake, I cringed, “I hope he didn’t hear us.”

He laughed, “You know how hotel rooms are… paper thin walls.”

My face reddened as peeked at the cart. There were pancakes, omelets, bacon, and hash browns amongst pastries and fruit glazes. My jaw dropped, “We’ll never be able to eat all this!”

He grinned, “Who the fuck said we would be eating it all?”

I grinned, “Damn, you’re kinky!”

“You wouldn’t know kinky if it bit you on the…”

I ran a finger through some blueberry glaze, bringing it to my tongue. His hand shot out and shoved it in my face while that dark laugh rang through the air. My screech of anger made him tackle me. He immediately scooped some blueberry glaze out and held it over my face.

I grated out, “I was going to suck that off your cock!”

He smeared it down my chest, “You like strawberries, right?”

My hand slapped into the glaze and I wiped it on his chest. He grinned, “Now lick it off, Baby!”

He rolled, placing me on top so I scooped more strawberry glaze, and crawled down his body. Smearing it over him, I dragged my tongue over his shaft and smacked my lips. He grinned but shoved my face down on him, laughing wickedly when my teeth nipped him.

“Ah…yeah. Bite it. Go ahead. I’ll show you who bites harder!”

I wiped the red glaze, smearing it in the process, as I licked his cock again. Both of us jumped a mile when the door flew open. The drummer froze, his mouth hanging open, before he cursed and quickly fled. Blake roared as I stared, slack-jawed, at the door and then at him.

Taking advantage of my expression, he pushed my face down on him again. My temper flared immediately.

Slapping the bed, I growled, “Stop it!”

“Ooooh. Let’s get you all pissed off.”

I grabbed his cock in an attempt to collapse him into an aroused zone. His fingers immediately flew into my hair, “Need some help there, Baby? I remember you liked when I forcefully fucked your throat.”

My moan gave me away. Ignoring the stickiness, I breathed in the cloying sweetness mingling with his male aroma and rubbed my wetness along his leg.

He hissed in breath, “Ah, yeah. Smear that pussy on my leg.”

I whimpered around him as his hand tightened in my hair, pushing my head down harder onto him. Taking a breath, I let him bounce my head over his cock while lathering his shaft with my tongue.

My staccato moans grew louder as I rubbed his leg, driving my ache higher. I smeared glaze along with my saliva over his balls before he rolled, capturing me under him and placing his shin directly over my clit.

He fucked my throat with his fist buried within my hair, never breaking eye contact and always tweaking my clit under his leg. My nails raked his ass as my back arched at his controlling stance, unbelievably getting off in my submissive pose. He finally slowed so I could suck him long and hard, writhing while tasting him along with the glaze.

He watched me with a little knowing grin as if he knew exactly how his powerful stance drove me crazy. When my breathing grew erratic and I couldn’t quit squirming under him in desire, he buried his bulbous head in my throat as his shaft swelled. I relaxed my throat, taking him deep within before swallowing repeatedly around him. Never taking my eyes off his, I watched his face twist and the muscles bunch in his neck as he exploded.

He pulled out, pumped his cock in his hand, and-knowing this drove me wild-granted me a cum-shot right in the face. I writhed under him, crying out as I clawed the sheets. Staring at me with a heated grin on his face, he shook his head, “God damn, Baby, you are something else. I could fuck you all day!”

He tossed me a towel so I could wipe my face off before licking his way down my body and driving my hips off the bed when he sucked my clit. He ran stubble over it while grinning, “Want me to pluck that taint?”

Another thing which he knew drove me crazy was his penchant for raunchy talk. Without a word, fingers drove inside to fuck me while he raked his chin and tongue over my clit. He pushed my legs wide with his feet, bracing them apart with his arms, and watched as I panted and trembled under him.

“Don’t cum yet.”

As he spoke, his fingers stilled and he moved away from my clit; leaving me hanging on the edge. I desperately cried his name but he didn’t move an inch until he finally said, “Now, Baby, cum for me!”