08 Aug '15

#SSceneC2105 : Kate Lowell @Kate_Lowell vs Piper Trace @pipertrace #NSFW

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cooltext129748819578231Lead Me to You  – Kate Lowell

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          “Henry, it’s your birthday. I’m not the one who’s supposed to be having the mind-blowing orgasm.” Jaime panted, the skin of his chest flushed and gleaming with a film of sweat.

That made me pull off to snort with laughter. “Do you really think I’m not going to get what I want out of this?” I pumped him again a couple of times, but harder, simply because I wanted to hear his strangled gasp. “Just lie back and think of England.” I traced the muscles in his thighs as I grinned up at him, making it as salacious as possible.

He sighed. “This was supposed to be me seducing you slowly.”

“Wow, I’m surprised you thought that would work.” I licked his hip and eyed his navel speculatively.

“You’d think I’d know better by now not to try to keep a Lamborghini in the carpool lane.”

Lamborghini, huh? Cool. I’d never really seen myself as a sports model before. More of a sedan, or a coupe on a good day. But Jaime saw me as one of the most expensive sports cars out there. Was that hot or what? He deserved a reward for that, so I took a breath and slid my mouth down over him until I could touch my lips to his belly. I felt him jerk and almost heard his muscles cracking with the effort not to shove his hips up into my face. My Jaime does so love a good deep throat.

I couldn’t stay down there long, but it was worth the effort it took not to choke as I swallowed around him. He moaned, and his hands fluttered in my hair. I decided to play a little more and pulled off him, crawling up to press myself against the length of his body and steal a few kisses. He kissed me hard, running his palms slowly down my back to cup my ass. I could feel the strength in them as he massaged my muscles and slipped his fingers between my legs to tease behind my balls.

Involuntarily, I humped my hips up, begging him to push a finger in. Jaime’s answer to that was to clasp the back of my neck with one hand, holding me in place while he kissed me. With the other, he delved further and gave me what I had asked for, though it wasn’t nearly enough. Not yet. I wanted him inside me.

I moaned into his kisses and squirmed, trying to get one hand between us to force our lengths together, but my own body was in the way, like it didn’t know what was good for it. He laughed, a deep, slightly evil sound that only came out to play during sex. The strength of his hands held me in place, using me against myself, and he was enjoying my frustration. It gave me a secret thrill when he let me feel his strength, to know he could stop anything I tried to start if he wanted to. I guess Jaime’s not the only one in this relationship with a bit of kink in him.

I kissed under his jaw, straining to reach him, to set my teeth into the thick triangle of muscle where his neck ran into his shoulder.

“Jaime, let me…” And he did. His grip loosened, allowing me to move, to climb him and taste him, threatening harm I’d never do. His hands gliding over my skin, dipping between us to stroke my balls and tease along the underside of my shaft. I couldn’t let him keep this up, though, or I was going to be done before we got to the best part. “I want to go down on you again.”

“Henry, this is supposed to be for you. I want—”

I cut him off with a kiss. “I like doing this. You know I like doing this. You’re like my favorite—”

“Don’t you dare use the word popsicle!” Our last date night, I had ruined our special bedtime story—you know, that gray one–by developing a horrible case of the giggles, to such a degree that I was forbidden to ever use the word again.

“Toy?” I offered.

“Hmmmm. I could be a toy. For you.”

How yummy is that? And speaking of yummy…

I began to slink my way back down towards his groin, pausing to visit some of the top-ten peaks and valleys of Jaime’s body. My absolute favorite tourist attractions. Particularly the ones below the equator. When I reached the curls between his legs, I paused to grin back up at him, then bent to push him as close to the edge as possible.

cooltext129750505189949Come When Called – Piper Trace

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“Why didn’t you use your key?” Evie asked.

“Respect,” Charley answered simply and she smiled again. She was trying to be grumpy but Charley was making it hard.

“So you respect the woman who’s being paid to fuck you?”

Charley nodded his head, his face suddenly serious. “Of course I respect you. I hope you know that already. But that doesn’t mean I won’t bend you over the end of that bed and fuck you until you can’t stand up.”

Evie took a step backward, her breath hitching at his blunt, erotic honesty.

Charley moved toward her in slow, deliberate steps, the way one might approach a horse not yet broken to saddle. “And know this…however long I get to spend in your bed tonight, Evie, won’t be nearly long enough for me to do everything to you that I want to do. But I’m gonna try.”

Evie recognized the tingling growing between her legs at Charley’s frank admissions. There was no denying the easy sexuality he projected or the chemistry that charged the air between them. It wasn’t simply a mutual attraction they shared. They also shared a secret neither of them vocalized, but of which both were constantly aware.

They were in Ford’s capture, willingly.

“At least show me what you’ve got on under your robe.” Charley gestured toward her. “Since we’re just going to stand here all night.”

She shook her head. She did want him, but knowing in her gut that she wanted Charley in her bed, and getting straight to the business of screwing him because Ford told her to, were two totally different things.

“Fine, then let’s get some sleep.” He stepped around her to the bed and she turned to keep her eyes on him. He casually stripped his clothes off, as if they’d seen each other naked a million times. Evie concentrated on keeping her gaze on his face. “I sleep in the nude, whether I’m fucking or not.” He grinned and pulled back the covers. “Now tell me in detail what we did so I can tell Ford in the morning. And don’t leave out the details men would remember, like how much your boobs bounced and how wet you were.” He yawned.

A powerful surge of affection for Charley walloped Evie. He was going to lie to Ford for her. That wasn’t a decision a man as loyal as Charley would have come to lightly. Stepping toward him, she let her robe slither off her shoulders, leaving her wearing nothing more than white, fluffy socks.

Charley had no similar concerns about keeping his eyes on Evie’s face. He hissed in a breath, a wide smile spanning across his handsome jaw, and shook his head. “You are killin’ me, girl.” In a graceful swoop, he wrapped one strong arm around her waist and hauled her onto the center of the bed so roughly her breasts jostled. She squealed, clinging to the tanned bicep now pinning her to the mattress.

He leaned over her, his voice was husky and low, his mouth so close she could almost feel his lips brush hers when he whispered, “I don’t want you to do anything with me you don’t want to do, understand?”

She nodded, suddenly so keyed up to screw this man that she was having trouble thinking straight.

“You are something else,” he whispered and kissed her, his lips lingering and caressing lazily, as if he had set aside the whole evening just to kiss Evie. “I love kissing you,” he whispered against her mouth. “Now that I decided I don’t hate your guts, it seems like I want to kiss you all the time.”

Her giggle jarred the quiet moment. “So when you decided you didn’t hate me, is that about the time you decided you wanted to fuck me too?” she teased.

“Oh hell no. I wanted to fuck you even when I hated you. Maybe especially then.” He curled his mouth into a wicked smile and lowered it again to hers. His lips were so soft and full, all she could think about was having them on her body. His tongue probed hungrily against hers, seeking her response.

She closed her eyes and let go, hoping her urgent tongue would communicate her impatience for him to be inside her. Without thinking, she made a small, pleading sound in her throat. All day the embers of her lust had been held just short of bursting into flame. It was maddening.

Charley read her whimper as all the encouragement he needed. He crushed his lips to hers aggressively, plundering her mouth with his tongue. Then, with a flat palm, he pressed her face to the side with just enough force to make her pussy muscles clench involuntarily. During her short tutelage with Ford she’d discovered it made her very wet when a man reminded her in bed of how much bigger he was than her.

And that he intended to satisfy himself in her body.

Charley exerted just enough pressure to send her that message, as if he knew exactly how to reduce her to his quivering pleasure slave.

Burying his shaggy head against her neck, he nipped until he found the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She gasped. He chuckled, low and throaty. “Is that your spot?” he mumbled against her moist skin. “I bet I can find others.”

She pressed her hands against Charley’s massive chest muscles, running her palms over them and then down his well-defined arms. He had more chest hair than Ford and his tawny skin gave her the impression he spent a lot of time outdoors. He bowed his back, curling his shoulders in as he worked over her body. But he was positioned off to the side, his erection not touching her, and she wanted to remedy that.

She pushed against him, trying to lift him away from her so she could rake her eyes over him like an overzealous patron at a male revue. A naked Charley was quite a treat.

If Ford was a Kobe fillet, then Charley was all cowboy rib-eye—both probably bad for you, but sinfully delicious. And, she was willing to bet, both thoroughly satisfying. It all depended on what you were in the mood for that day.

And, oh boy, she was suddenly starving for cowboy rib-eye. And Charley was an all-you-can-eat buffet.

She wasn’t strong enough to push him off her, but he realized her intention and pulled back to look down at her, his eyes trailing the lines of her body. She wasn’t sure how much of her naked body he could see, even in the bright moonlight, but she hoped he liked what he saw.

“Evie, goddamn.” He shook his head. “Look at your body. You are so curvy. You’re sin in skin.” A laugh rumbled through his chest. “I honestly don’t know where to start fucking.”

Evie giggled at his crass seduction, but an electric thrill of anticipation ran through her to her toes as she began imagining all the places he could start.

He settled onto his hip on the bed beside her and reached out, grasping one of her nipples between his finger and thumb and pinching, just enough to make the hard point stand rigidly at attention. Evie groaned under her breath.

She could feel his erection against her hip, distracting her while he kissed her softly. She squirmed, anxious for his cock. Stilling his kisses, he rolled her on the mattress as if she were a doll. “Turn on your side, Evie, with your back to me. I want you from behind.”

She shifted, trying to accommodate him, but she still sucked in her breath when Charley pushed the broad head of his cock against her wet entrance. With a shiver, she realized she was on the precipice of an odd but thrilling milestone. She was one hip flex away from fucking another man because Ford had commanded her to do it. But Charley seemed in no mood for reflection. With purpose, he rocked his hips forward and entered her. She groaned, fireworks exploding in her brain at the moment she’d done what Ford had demanded.

Charley seemed lost in her. He tilted his body, using his weight as leverage to work his cock deeper, pressing her into the mattress. His whisper was husky in her ear. “Ford said I could have you any way I want you. Any time.”

She moaned, arching her back and pressing up to meet his next thrust. He took the opportunity to shove hard into her, as if trying to bury every inch of himself. She gasped as the sheer size of his cock stretched her full.

He pulled her hips against his, cradling her with his body. Charley’s touch was that of a lover, his affection open and obvious, but the words he repeated were straight out of the mesmerizing, erotic darkness of Ford’s world. “Ford said I could have you, Evie. He said I could fuck you.” His ragged whisper was punctuated by the rhythm of his strokes.

Charley’s crude words reminding them both of Ford’s dominance over her, and the long, rough thrusts of Charley’s cock were exactly what Evie needed. She reached backwards, pressing her palm against the hard, flexing muscles of his buttock. “Charley!” she practically screamed. “Take me hard!”

Charley growled, rising up and bracing himself on his left arm while at the same time scooping his hand around Evie’s waist. He pinned her body under him. “You sure you’re ready for this?”

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