Some Love it Hot (Some Love it..., #1) Page 4

  Billy grabbed her ass, his fingers tight against the firm skin of her buttocks, helping her move on his dick.

  She bounced up and down, her head thrown back, exposing her beautiful long neck. Her hair draped down her back, tickling the top of her bottom and the backs of his hands.

  He watched his cock slick in and out of her bare pussy, his jaw gripped tight, knowing his orgasm was close. Reaching out, he used his thumb and rubbed her clit in steady circles. Katie gasped and her head fell forward, her face buried into the skin of his neck. Her tits bounced as she moved and her fingers dug into the skin of his shoulders. She cried out, the walls of her pussy clenching tight against his cock, and his own orgasm powered through him. He jerked hard as he came inside her, filling her, and she bore down on him, drawing him deeper than he had ever thought possible.

  She went limp on top of him, her thighs still wrapped around his, and he felt himself go soft inside of her. When their breathing slowed back to a normal pace, she sat up and pushed her hair out of her eyes.

  “Wow, Billy. Do you have any idea how long I have dreamt about doing that with you?”

  He laughed. “I’m not sure I want to know. It probably wouldn’t have been legal.”

  She bent her head and kissed him, long and slow. His cock jerked inside of her and he could barely believe he would be ready to go again so soon.

  The front door slammed open, the sound of voices drifting through to them.

  They both froze, staring at each other. Billy’s parents were home. Oh shit. Even though they were both consenting adults, the last thing they wanted was to be caught half naked and screwing on his parent’s couch.

  Katie clambered off of him, grabbing his shirt and clamping it between her thighs. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall and into the bedroom.

  “Billy?” His mother’s voice called out to him. “You home?”

  He could hear footsteps approaching his room and he frantically looked for somewhere to hide Katie. But there wasn’t enough time and so he just motioned for her to stand behind the door. There was the briefest of knocks before the door was pushed open. Billy only had time to get his pants back on before his mother’s head peered through the door.

  “Hey Billy, you seen the Lanner girl from next door? Seems she’s home from college, but her parents can’t find her. All her bags are in the porch but she’s nowhere to be seen.”

  Her eyes caught sight of the pale sweater and he grabbed it, trying to stuff it under the bedcovers. But the game was up.

  “Billy?” Her voice was warning.

  “Hi Mrs. Brent,” said Katie, her head popping around the side of the door.

  Billy’s mother’s mouth opened in surprise, but nothing came out. Instead, she gaped a couple of times and then said, “Oh, right. I’ll let your parents know you’re safe then,” and hurried back out the door.

  Katie ran to the bed and clambered on top of him, both of their bodies tense with unreleased laughter. Their hands clamped over their mouths until his mother was a safe distance away, then they both burst out laughing.

  “Your dad is going to kill me,” said Billy.

  “Aw, your mom won’t tell. And anyway, it’s not like I’m a little girl anymore.”

  No, thought Billy. You most certainly are not.

  Sexy Shoes

  James Joyceson thrummed his foot repetitively on the lush red carpet of the private plane and checked his watched again. She was late, and nothing bothered him more than people not keeping to schedule.

  If she wasn’t here in the next ten minutes, they were going to miss their spot and the flight would be delayed. He had several business meetings in Milan he needed to attend. He planned to buy out a strip of floundering smaller hotels and turn them into a five star boutique hotel. He needed to get in at the right time to make sure the owners realized he was their only option, other than going bankrupt. Being late didn’t put him in the right light.

  He didn’t care she was just a temp and had only been called a few hours earlier, informing her she was needed for a job that would take her away for a week. It was no concern of his if she couldn’t decide what to pack or if she had been caught at short notice. He needed a PA and his normal one, Margaret, had called in sick. Just what he needed. She caught a stomach bug and didn’t dare to fly in case she got him sick as well.

  Movement caught his attention as a breathless face with high flushes in her cheeks appeared in the doorway of the small plane. Her long dark hair was caught up in a chignon, leaving her face fresh and youthful.

  “I’m so sorry,” she gasped. “I came as fast as I could.” Then she caught sight of James and the color in her cheeks increased. She looked away, flustered. “I only got the call a couple of hours ago, and I couldn’t find my passport. I don’t normally need it for jobs.”

  James understood her reaction at seeing him. He had this affect on most women. Striking-looking, he had salt and pepper hair that gave him a more distinguished look than his thirty-six years should have allowed. His dark eyes and full mouth could have belonged on an actor or model, and he consciously kept himself fit, not wanting to lose his physique to what he thought of a ‘middle-aged spread’.

  “Don’t worry,” he said, his annoyance at her tardiness deflating at the sight of her.

  As she climbed on board, he saw she was wearing a skirt-suit, and that particular skirt was short. Very short.

  She caught him looking and pulled at its hem self-consciously. “My normal suits were at the dry cleaners,” she said by way of an explanation.

  “No need to apologize.”

  He wasn’t going to complain. The incredibly long legs the skirt exposed were slim but shapely, and adding to their length was a pair of three inch heel fuck-me shoes.

  James felt his cock quiver inside his suit pants and he purposefully adjusted the folder he was reading to cover it.

  Down boy.

  But she sat down opposite him, crossing those incredible long legs, pointing those sexy shoes towards him, and his dick jumped.

  The air hostess approached them. “You need to buckle up,” the hostess said, shooting him a flirtatious smile. “We’re going to be taking off soon.”

  He smiled back, but it was nothing more than courteous. The sensible flats the hostess was wearing did nothing for him, especially when he had the shiny black leather heels of his new PA cocked provocatively in his direction.

  “Can I get you some drinks before we take off?” the hostess asked.

  “Sure.” He raised his eyebrows at the woman opposite him. “Will champagne do?”

  “Oh, yes. I mean, I don’t normally drink at lunch time, but if you’re having some...”

  “Champagne it is then.”

  The hostess ducked off. “Right away, Mr Joyceson.”

  James leant forward, his hands clasped together. “You still haven’t told me your name.”

  She smiled, her full mouth generous, and held out a hand to him. “Helena Forester.”

  “It’s lovely to meet you, Helena.”

  “Likewise.”

  Their eyes locked for a moment and he knew instantly that she was as attracted to him, as he was to her. The hostess arrived back with the champagne and they both sat back in their seats, the moment broken.

  He couldn’t take his eyes off those shoes. It was a thing he had had for years, an immediate attraction to any woman wearing a pair of sexy heels. There was something about the shape of a woman’s foot and the smell of leather that just got things going for him.

  She uncrossed and then crossed her legs again, giving him a quick flash of black lace between her thighs. His fingers gripped tightly on his folder, his knuckles showing white. He wasn’t going to last a whole flight if she was going to keep doing that to him.

  She caught where his gaze landed and her cheeks flushed again.

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, clearly mortified.

  He gave a brief shake of his head. “Don’t be.”

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nbsp; Her mouth twitched in a smile and she picked up her glass of champagne, taking a nervous gulp. The plane started to move, taxiing across the runway until it stopped for a moment. Then, its engines roared back to life and the small aircraft thundered up the runway and lifted up into the sky.

  She gripped the edges of her seat. It was her turn for her knuckles to turn white.

  “Nervous flier?” he said.

  She nodded. “Especially on small planes. There’s just something about them that doesn’t seem possible they should stay in the air.”

  He leant forward “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

  She took another gulp of champagne, the alcohol calming her nerves. The plane leveled out and the seatbelt sign went off with a ping.

  “So, what is it you need me to do?” she asked.

  He opened his folder and pulled out a sheaf of papers. “First of all you can familiarize yourself with my time table. I’m going to need you to make sure I keep time, so I can make each appointment.”

  He half-stood to pass her the papers, just as she leant across to take them. Their hands met in the middle and the paperwork slipped from their grasp, sliding to the floor.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, falling to her knees, gathering the spread of documents towards her. Her round ass was shaped perfectly beneath the tiny skirt. Her naked white thighs disappeared beneath its hem, hinting at the first swell of her creamy white bottom. The heels of her shiny black stilettos were only inches from her ass.

  James got down in front of her, helping her pick up the paperwork. Though he knew his erection was huge and obvious beneath the expensive material of his suit pants, he couldn’t help her seeing it. She looked up, her gaze travelling across the bulge and up to his face. Her nipples poked hard through the thin white of her shirt. They locked eyes.

  Suddenly, they were on each other, kissing frantically. Their mouths were hard against each other, tongues seeking and exploring. He pulled at her shirt, his hand finding the heavy swell of her breast beneath the lace of her bra, the nub of her nipple hard against his palm. Frantically, he pulled the lace away, exposing her flesh. His fingers found her nipple and squeezed gently. He lowered his head, his mouth encircling her hardened nub, sucking, pulling her nipple into his mouth. Her fingers were in his hair and she moaned above him.

  Her other hand reached down, finding the hard length of his cock beneath his suit pants. He gasped against her breast as her strong fingers rubbed him through the material. He took her lead, his own fingers slipping up her smooth thigh, pushing the short skirt up around her waist, his fingers finding the black lace of her panties. She parted her legs for him. With two fingers, he rubbed the damp lace still covering her pussy, feeling for her sensitive clit. She gave a little sharp intake of breath when he hit it.

  James glanced down to those shoes and the shiny black leather. He lifted his head from her nipple, wrapping his arms around her back, gently lowering her to the floor.

  “I don’t normally do this,” she gasped.

  “Neither do I,” he said, grinning wickedly. “But you couldn’t turn up wearing that skirt and those shoes and not expect me to try something.”

  “Someone might come in.”

  “Na, the staff could smell the sexual tension the minute you walked in.”

  She lay back on the thick carpet; the short skirt rucked up around her waist. Her exposed breasts jutted up towards him, her puckered nipples large and dark in relation to the size of her breasts.

  He knelt between her thighs. His fingers trailed down the length of her extraordinarily long legs, and he pulled her foot, and that shoe, up towards him.

  With his free hand he unzipped himself, and his cock, huge and throbbing, sprang out of his pants. Helena’s lips parted as she took in his length, her tongue slipping out, wetting her lips. While he would have loved to push his cock into that beautiful mouth, feel her tongue teasing its tip, he didn’t have that in mind.

  He tugged the rest of his pants down and pulled her foot, still encased in its sexy shoe, against him. The cool sole of her shoe pressed flat against his balls, the heel pushed with just the right amount of pressure against the tight hole of his ass. His hand slipped up and down the hard length of his cock, moving back and forth.

  She was sprawled in front of him, her thighs spread. The lace of her panties was pulled to one side and her hand worked the sensitive nub of her clit. One hand separated her lips, giving him the perfect view of her most intimate opening, while her other hand’s fingers rubbed her clit in an ever increasing speed. She was breathing hard, her cheeks and chest flushed. Her eyes focused on his cock as he masturbated.

  Helena was sexy as hell, but it was her other foot James focused on; the sharp spike of the heel, the sensuous curve of the instep.

  His head bulged red, a drop of pre-cum glistening on its tip. Her body stiffened and bucked, her head thrown back, and she cried out loud as she came. He was only moments behind, cum spraying down over her thighs.

  They panted together, allowing the last waves of their orgasms to wash over them. Helena pushed herself up on her elbows, and they stared at each other, surprised and amazed at what had just happened.

  “You’ve ruined my only clean suit,” she teased.

  “Don’t worry; I can buy you plenty more in Milan.”

  “Are you planning to wreck those as well?”

  “Only if you let me.”

  He had a very strong feeling he wasn’t going to get much work done that week, and for once, he didn’t care.

  Recreational Activities

  By M.K. Elliott

  The third day of their luxury break on the Caribbean island of St. Kitts dawned hot and bright. Once again, her husband was nowhere to be found.

  Lisa stretched her slim, naked body under the sheet. Her skin was already sun-kissed from their first few days and her tan looked even darker against the white cotton. Above the bed, a wooden paddle fan spun a gentle breeze; the sound of birdsong drifted through the window.

  Her hand strayed to the other side of the bed. Tristan’s side was still warm; he hadn’t been up for long.

  Lisa searched her memory, trying to recall what adventure he was out on that morning. Sailing? Scuba diving? Game fishing? She knew she shouldn’t complain; her husband’s love of all things sporty and adventurous kept his body as hard and lean as it was at the age of thirty-four. Her idea of a perfect vacation, however, consisted of lying pool-side for hours on end, a steamy paperback in hand and a cocktail by her side. Even after five years of marriage, their choice of activities weren’t exactly compatible.

  Lisa swung her slender brown legs off the side of the bed and stood. Still naked, she made her way to the mini-bar fridge and helped herself to a bottle of sparkling mineral water. Despite the relatively early hour, the day was already warm. Using her hand, she applied the cool moisture of the bottle’s condensation to her chest and temple.

  The luxury room was complete with a private garden and a huge outside rain-shower. After the antics of the previous night, she needed to take a shower and rinse off before heading out to the pool.

  The memory made her squeeze her thighs together, taking pleasure in the lingering tingle in her loins. She’d never grow tired of Tristan’s body moving above, under and inside hers. It was a shame they never got the chance to continue the evening’s love making into the morning; Tristan was always up at first light to attack that day’s adventure.

  Lisa took a swig from the bottle and made her way outside to the tiled shower area. A large, silver showerhead protruded from the wall, circling directly above her head. Another couple of nozzles were attached to the walls on either side, creating a full-body shower experience.

  She turned on the tap and water hammered onto the tiles. Lisa put the bottled water on the floor and stepped in, the cool water rinsing off her hot body. Tipping her head back, she let the water run through her long, brunette hair, swishing down her spine. She closed her e
yes and allowed the water to pummel her.

  Warm hands circled from behind, cupping her breasts. Lisa shrieked, her heart clambering into her throat. She tried to spin around but a hard, naked body pinned against hers and a voice whispered in her ear, “Stay right where you are.”

  Lisa grinned, but her pulse continued to race.

  “Tristan!” she protested, but they both knew she didn’t mean it.

  His warm lips met with the side of her neck, sending goose bumps across her skin. Fingers massaged her breasts, rolling her nipples into hard nubs, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing between her thighs. His lips nibbled and teased their way down to her shoulder and Lisa pressed back against him, the length of his cock rigid against her lower spine.

  She wanted to reach back but Tristan had her firmly in his grip, his arms wrapped around her body. He pushed her up against the shower wall, her hot nipples meeting the cool tiles.

  He released his hold on her and took one of the side shower nozzles off the wall. The hard stream of water massaged her skin and muscles as he held the spray against her shoulders.

  Gradually, Tristan moved the showerhead down. His other hand traveled down the front of her body, skirting her flat stomach. He pressed his palm against her pubic bone, pushing her ass out toward him.

  “Bend over for me, baby,” he said, his mouth hot against her ear.

  With her hands braced against the tile wall and trembling in anticipation, she did as she was told, arching her back and bending to forty-five degrees. Her ass pushed back against him, but he backed away slightly, and continued the downward movement of the shower.

  The hard stream massaged the creamy curve of her buttocks. Lisa dropped her head and moaned, knowing exactly where he was going.

  Using the showerhead, he aimed the blast at the tight ring of her ass. The individual jets pummeling the sensitive area made her gasp. The stimulus caused deep contractions within her pussy; all of her internal muscles pulsing in a heady flow of pleasure.