From Altered Lions and Sacraficial Lambs. :-D
Maelyn recommends Strip Search by HopelessRomantic79
Challenge the law, and there will be consequences. LEMON. Em/B. Rated M.
I loved this. It's not too long and it pretty much gets straight to the glorious fucking. Gotta give props for that shit.
Seriously, though, I liked the premise behind it and it's execution. There were a couple of parts that made me laugh, as well - like the cavity search. And I swear the entire time I heard that 'bow chica bow bow' porn music in my head, but it worked for the fic.
One of the things I loved that the author did fairly well, I thought, was Emmett's perception of his strength. Somehow, she is able to portray a very strong, firm Emmett who still has a gentle touch. He is aware that he may hurt her and is careful about it.
This one shot is corny and cheesy, but also hot and steamy. So if you like that kind of thing, check it out.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Some More Bragging
A really nice review for my first FF ever. :-)
Wednesday Weekly Rec's
The Bookshop by HopelessRomantic79
Summary: A chance encounter in a bookshop could lead to more for Jasper and Bella. AH, AU.
This is just a really nice love story. There’s no major angst, but, of course, there is a small bit of conflict. It’s an easy read at 28 chapters and is complete, so you could read all the way through in a lazy afternoon.
HopelessRomantic79 weaves a sweet and sexy story about how one day can change your whole life. All of the gang is represented in some way, though we learn more about some than others. Her use of Peter as Jasper’s grandfather and guardian is perfect.
Jasper is at his AH best as an intelligent and sexy teacher. Bella is a bookshop girl and writing her first novel. They complement each other perfectly.
This is just a great feel good fic in the midst of some very heavy WIPs out there.
Give it a try and let her know the Darlins sent you!
~NCChris~
Wednesday Weekly Rec's
The Bookshop by HopelessRomantic79
Summary: A chance encounter in a bookshop could lead to more for Jasper and Bella. AH, AU.
This is just a really nice love story. There’s no major angst, but, of course, there is a small bit of conflict. It’s an easy read at 28 chapters and is complete, so you could read all the way through in a lazy afternoon.
HopelessRomantic79 weaves a sweet and sexy story about how one day can change your whole life. All of the gang is represented in some way, though we learn more about some than others. Her use of Peter as Jasper’s grandfather and guardian is perfect.
Jasper is at his AH best as an intelligent and sexy teacher. Bella is a bookshop girl and writing her first novel. They complement each other perfectly.
This is just a great feel good fic in the midst of some very heavy WIPs out there.
Give it a try and let her know the Darlins sent you!
~NCChris~
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Strip Search
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights?”
Officer McCarty slapped the cuffs on my wrists roughly, perhaps a little bit too tightly. I fought against the cuffs, willing them away. I was being leaned up against the car, flashing lights directly shining into my eyes, blue and red. The low point of my day.
His hands felt over my body, frisking me, patting me down for weapons, drugs, whatever it is cops look for. His hands lingered a little too long over my breasts, and I turned my head to glare back at him. His face was stony, unyielding. He pressed me a little more roughly into the car, kneeing me in the back.
“Ow!” I shouted. “Goddamn you,” I said under my breath.
“What was that?” His voice was harsh. “What was that Miss Swan?”
“Nothing,” I said petulantly.
“I’m going to have to do a strip search,” he announced gruffly.
“WHAT?!” I exclaimed. Fury washed over me. This was turning into the worst night of my life. I twisted my head to glare at him. I hadn’t noticed before, but he was extremely handsome, and massive. His arms could have crushed my tiny body, but they were gentle and merely kept me still. His eyes were a soft golden brown, which met mine strongly, fiercely. Challenging me. I licked my lips nervously. If I had to be strip searched, I suppose I didn’t mind if it was by him.
He righted my shoulders so they were facing forward again. He loosened my cuffs, but not before stating, “If you run, I will catch you, and you will regret it.” I nodded my consent. I believed him. The guy was six foot something and I was clumsy as fuck. I’d fall within seconds if he didn’t catch me first.
He uncuffed one hand, and pulled my shirt off quickly, and went to unbutton my pants. I didn’t fail to notice his eyes rake up and down my body, focusing on my breasts, which were encased in a blue lacy bra. I smirked. I bet if I asked, he’d tell me he was looking for concealed weapons. Right.
“Miss Swan, I’m afraid I’m going to have to take off your underwear, too. Just as a precaution. Criminals like you have to be searched everywhere.”
I shivered, despite myself. Yes, I was angry. Yes, I was humiliated. But yes, I was horny for this cop feeling me up against his patrol car in the middle of the night. I could feel the dampness grow between my legs. Shit. He would definitely notice that.
He whirled me around so my back was slammed against the car. He quickly deposed me of my bra and panties. An expert. I didn’t know if it had to do with his job or his personal life, but either way, I liked it.
“A cavity search is going to be necessary,” he said huskily. I looked down at him. He was kneeling, his face near my continually growing arousal. I bit back a moan as I saw he was eyeing me hungrily. It may have been my imagination, but I could have swore his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
“This is outrageous!” I pretended to protest. “I demand to speak to your superiors about this!”
He smirked. “You see any around?”
I eyed him, appraising his face. He was looking at me with open lust at this point. If I had dared, I might have run my hands through his dark curly hair. It looked soft. But I felt like if I did, he’d probably wrestle me to the ground. Then again….
Slowly, and much more gently than I was expecting, his hand reached out to slowly enter my now soaking center. I bit my lip to bite back a moan as his massive fingers sank into my heat. He raised his eyebrows, and I could feel him probing inside me. His knuckle lightly brushed my clit, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. His fingers slid into me once, twice. At once, I felt his fingers stroke against my sweet spot. I hollered out in pleasure against my will.
“Do you think you can enjoy this, Miss Swan? You’re under arrest, and you’re gaining pleasure from it? I’m afraid I’m going to have to include this later on my report.”
He withdrew his fingers from me, and I nearly whimpered at the loss. His fingers were dripping with my juices. I wanted to ask him to replace his fingers with his cock if he would be so kind, but he spun me around so my breasts were essentially pancaked against the windows of the patrol car. I felt a rush of pleasure and nervousness wash over me. Full body cavity search…
I gulped. I felt his wet fingers spread my cheeks tenderly. He filled my hole, one which had never been touched before. I felt one, and then two fingers penetrate me, stretching me. It hurt slightly, but at the same time had the potential to feel very good.
He abruptly withdrew his fingers. “All right, Miss Swan, you’re clear. But you’re still under arrest. I’m going to have to take you downtown.”
I rolled my eyes at the cliché, still completely aroused from his touches. I redressed angrily. He had turned to clean off his hands and make notes on his clipboard in the front. He handcuffed me again, this time with my hands in front. He shoved me into the cage. I felt the cool metal seat against my ass. Ugh. From good, amazing even, to crap in less than 3 minutes. Great.
As Officer McCarty went to close the door behind me, I noticed that his pants were bulging… He was rock hard.
He smirked at me. “What? Do you like what you’ve done to me? Are you a slut and a criminal?”
I merely licked my lips. He slowly looked me up and down, and I felt a thrill of excitement. He silently undid his gun belt, slinging it onto the front seat. He undid his pants, and slowly released his cock. I gasped. He was huge. I wondered briefly if he’d fit… But oh God, would I love to find out.
“Suck it,” he said huskily. I licked my lips, and felt a tingling between my legs. I was beyond soaked. I leaned forward, and darted out my tongue, licking the tip. He hissed.
“Suck it,” he ordered, more forcefully this time.
I slid his dick between my lips, pulled my head back, and sucked him in deeper, until he hit my gag reflex. I didn’t choke, but pulled back a bit, then sucked around him hard. He was gasping and shouting out profanities. I tried to use my hands, which were still handcuffed together. I gingerly grasped the part of his cock I couldn’t fit into my mouth, stroking the silky skin there, and then gradually pumping him harder. He was grunting and groaning, a stream of profanities escaping his mouth. His hands went into my hair, encouraging me to pull him deeper into my mouth, though not choking me, not entirely fucking my mouth. I was grateful. It had been a long time since I’d done this.
I continued sucking, hallowing out my cheeks, and gazing up at him. His head was thrown back in ecstasy, his breaths coming out in pants. The muscles in his neck and arms were straining. I could tell he was holding back on me.
I hummed around his dick, swirling my tongue around the tip. I simultaneously cupped his balls, rolling them in my palm.
“Fuck… Miss Swan… I’m going to… I’m cumming….” Instead of pulling away, I sucking him harder, and he came into my mouth, cursing as he did. I lapped up every last drop of him; he was sinfully delicious.
I pulled away from his body, now embarrassed. I had just given a blow job to the officer who was arresting me. I’m sure I was going to go to prison for that.
“Miss Swan.” Officer McCarty put his hand under my chin, lifting my face up to meet his. Then he did the last thing I was expecting. He kissed me, deeply, yet softly. Nibbling on my bottom lip, he ran his tongue along the seam of my lips, begging for entrance. I moaned, and gained him access. Our tongues battled for dominance. I let him win, but I think I was the winner in the end. He explored my mouth, sweeping his tongue against mine until he brought it into his mouth, sucking on it lightly. I moaned, knowing he was tasting himself.
My arms managed to encircle his neck, the cuffs still around my wrists. This allowed me to pull him closer to me. He had crawled into the back seat with me, his hips between mine as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Holy shit. He was hard again.
“Officer McCarty, I need…” My speech drifted off as he pulled me into another electrifying kiss, his hands all over me in a blur. Before I knew it, he had ripped my shirt open down the center, exposing my bra again. It was a front clasp, which he undid quickly, and immediately began sucking on my nipple, pinching the other before lavishing the same attention on it. I was panting, writhing beneath him. I needed friction. I needed him. Now.
“Patience, Miss Swan,” he chuckled. I whimpered in protest. I had no patience. I was hot and wet and aching for his cock. He unbuttoned my pants, pulling them roughly down my legs. Before I could stop him, he had ripped off my panties. I thought I would have been mad, but it only served to turn me on more.
“Mc…Carty…” I gasped. “NOW.” Without removing a shred of his clothing, he thrust into me, deeply. I shouted out, in pain and pleasure. He was thick and long, and filled me to the brim. He gave me a moment to get used to his size, then hitched my leg over his hip and began driving himself into me. I was moaning and gasping with every thrust. He felt so good inside me, and he never relented as he attacked my core with his monster cock. I was in heaven.
“You like my big cock in your wet pussy, baby?” he said. “You like me filling you, fucking you?” I could only moan in response. “Answer me!”
“Yessss…. Sooooo gooood….” I mewled. He switched angles, and began hitting my G-spot over and over. I thought I was going to pass out with pleasure. “Emmett! Oh God, don’t stop!”
“Mmm, Bella, fucking cum all over my cock, baby!” He reached his hand down to my clit, rubbing circles around it. He pinched it, and it was all over. I came with a shriek, and I could tell my muscles wrapping around him caused his own orgasm.
“Shit, Emmett… So good…” I moaned as he finally stilled within me, kissing me all over my shoulders, neck and face.
“We broke character, dammit!”
“Mmm, totally worth it, though. You’re too sexy for your own good, Emmett.”
“Yes, yes I am,” he grinned cockily.
“And now, Officer McCarty, I think we should strip search you,” I grinned cheekily, pulling him close by his lapels to give him a burning kiss and start round two.
Officer McCarty slapped the cuffs on my wrists roughly, perhaps a little bit too tightly. I fought against the cuffs, willing them away. I was being leaned up against the car, flashing lights directly shining into my eyes, blue and red. The low point of my day.
His hands felt over my body, frisking me, patting me down for weapons, drugs, whatever it is cops look for. His hands lingered a little too long over my breasts, and I turned my head to glare back at him. His face was stony, unyielding. He pressed me a little more roughly into the car, kneeing me in the back.
“Ow!” I shouted. “Goddamn you,” I said under my breath.
“What was that?” His voice was harsh. “What was that Miss Swan?”
“Nothing,” I said petulantly.
“I’m going to have to do a strip search,” he announced gruffly.
“WHAT?!” I exclaimed. Fury washed over me. This was turning into the worst night of my life. I twisted my head to glare at him. I hadn’t noticed before, but he was extremely handsome, and massive. His arms could have crushed my tiny body, but they were gentle and merely kept me still. His eyes were a soft golden brown, which met mine strongly, fiercely. Challenging me. I licked my lips nervously. If I had to be strip searched, I suppose I didn’t mind if it was by him.
He righted my shoulders so they were facing forward again. He loosened my cuffs, but not before stating, “If you run, I will catch you, and you will regret it.” I nodded my consent. I believed him. The guy was six foot something and I was clumsy as fuck. I’d fall within seconds if he didn’t catch me first.
He uncuffed one hand, and pulled my shirt off quickly, and went to unbutton my pants. I didn’t fail to notice his eyes rake up and down my body, focusing on my breasts, which were encased in a blue lacy bra. I smirked. I bet if I asked, he’d tell me he was looking for concealed weapons. Right.
“Miss Swan, I’m afraid I’m going to have to take off your underwear, too. Just as a precaution. Criminals like you have to be searched everywhere.”
I shivered, despite myself. Yes, I was angry. Yes, I was humiliated. But yes, I was horny for this cop feeling me up against his patrol car in the middle of the night. I could feel the dampness grow between my legs. Shit. He would definitely notice that.
He whirled me around so my back was slammed against the car. He quickly deposed me of my bra and panties. An expert. I didn’t know if it had to do with his job or his personal life, but either way, I liked it.
“A cavity search is going to be necessary,” he said huskily. I looked down at him. He was kneeling, his face near my continually growing arousal. I bit back a moan as I saw he was eyeing me hungrily. It may have been my imagination, but I could have swore his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
“This is outrageous!” I pretended to protest. “I demand to speak to your superiors about this!”
He smirked. “You see any around?”
I eyed him, appraising his face. He was looking at me with open lust at this point. If I had dared, I might have run my hands through his dark curly hair. It looked soft. But I felt like if I did, he’d probably wrestle me to the ground. Then again….
Slowly, and much more gently than I was expecting, his hand reached out to slowly enter my now soaking center. I bit my lip to bite back a moan as his massive fingers sank into my heat. He raised his eyebrows, and I could feel him probing inside me. His knuckle lightly brushed my clit, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. His fingers slid into me once, twice. At once, I felt his fingers stroke against my sweet spot. I hollered out in pleasure against my will.
“Do you think you can enjoy this, Miss Swan? You’re under arrest, and you’re gaining pleasure from it? I’m afraid I’m going to have to include this later on my report.”
He withdrew his fingers from me, and I nearly whimpered at the loss. His fingers were dripping with my juices. I wanted to ask him to replace his fingers with his cock if he would be so kind, but he spun me around so my breasts were essentially pancaked against the windows of the patrol car. I felt a rush of pleasure and nervousness wash over me. Full body cavity search…
I gulped. I felt his wet fingers spread my cheeks tenderly. He filled my hole, one which had never been touched before. I felt one, and then two fingers penetrate me, stretching me. It hurt slightly, but at the same time had the potential to feel very good.
He abruptly withdrew his fingers. “All right, Miss Swan, you’re clear. But you’re still under arrest. I’m going to have to take you downtown.”
I rolled my eyes at the cliché, still completely aroused from his touches. I redressed angrily. He had turned to clean off his hands and make notes on his clipboard in the front. He handcuffed me again, this time with my hands in front. He shoved me into the cage. I felt the cool metal seat against my ass. Ugh. From good, amazing even, to crap in less than 3 minutes. Great.
As Officer McCarty went to close the door behind me, I noticed that his pants were bulging… He was rock hard.
He smirked at me. “What? Do you like what you’ve done to me? Are you a slut and a criminal?”
I merely licked my lips. He slowly looked me up and down, and I felt a thrill of excitement. He silently undid his gun belt, slinging it onto the front seat. He undid his pants, and slowly released his cock. I gasped. He was huge. I wondered briefly if he’d fit… But oh God, would I love to find out.
“Suck it,” he said huskily. I licked my lips, and felt a tingling between my legs. I was beyond soaked. I leaned forward, and darted out my tongue, licking the tip. He hissed.
“Suck it,” he ordered, more forcefully this time.
I slid his dick between my lips, pulled my head back, and sucked him in deeper, until he hit my gag reflex. I didn’t choke, but pulled back a bit, then sucked around him hard. He was gasping and shouting out profanities. I tried to use my hands, which were still handcuffed together. I gingerly grasped the part of his cock I couldn’t fit into my mouth, stroking the silky skin there, and then gradually pumping him harder. He was grunting and groaning, a stream of profanities escaping his mouth. His hands went into my hair, encouraging me to pull him deeper into my mouth, though not choking me, not entirely fucking my mouth. I was grateful. It had been a long time since I’d done this.
I continued sucking, hallowing out my cheeks, and gazing up at him. His head was thrown back in ecstasy, his breaths coming out in pants. The muscles in his neck and arms were straining. I could tell he was holding back on me.
I hummed around his dick, swirling my tongue around the tip. I simultaneously cupped his balls, rolling them in my palm.
“Fuck… Miss Swan… I’m going to… I’m cumming….” Instead of pulling away, I sucking him harder, and he came into my mouth, cursing as he did. I lapped up every last drop of him; he was sinfully delicious.
I pulled away from his body, now embarrassed. I had just given a blow job to the officer who was arresting me. I’m sure I was going to go to prison for that.
“Miss Swan.” Officer McCarty put his hand under my chin, lifting my face up to meet his. Then he did the last thing I was expecting. He kissed me, deeply, yet softly. Nibbling on my bottom lip, he ran his tongue along the seam of my lips, begging for entrance. I moaned, and gained him access. Our tongues battled for dominance. I let him win, but I think I was the winner in the end. He explored my mouth, sweeping his tongue against mine until he brought it into his mouth, sucking on it lightly. I moaned, knowing he was tasting himself.
My arms managed to encircle his neck, the cuffs still around my wrists. This allowed me to pull him closer to me. He had crawled into the back seat with me, his hips between mine as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Holy shit. He was hard again.
“Officer McCarty, I need…” My speech drifted off as he pulled me into another electrifying kiss, his hands all over me in a blur. Before I knew it, he had ripped my shirt open down the center, exposing my bra again. It was a front clasp, which he undid quickly, and immediately began sucking on my nipple, pinching the other before lavishing the same attention on it. I was panting, writhing beneath him. I needed friction. I needed him. Now.
“Patience, Miss Swan,” he chuckled. I whimpered in protest. I had no patience. I was hot and wet and aching for his cock. He unbuttoned my pants, pulling them roughly down my legs. Before I could stop him, he had ripped off my panties. I thought I would have been mad, but it only served to turn me on more.
“Mc…Carty…” I gasped. “NOW.” Without removing a shred of his clothing, he thrust into me, deeply. I shouted out, in pain and pleasure. He was thick and long, and filled me to the brim. He gave me a moment to get used to his size, then hitched my leg over his hip and began driving himself into me. I was moaning and gasping with every thrust. He felt so good inside me, and he never relented as he attacked my core with his monster cock. I was in heaven.
“You like my big cock in your wet pussy, baby?” he said. “You like me filling you, fucking you?” I could only moan in response. “Answer me!”
“Yessss…. Sooooo gooood….” I mewled. He switched angles, and began hitting my G-spot over and over. I thought I was going to pass out with pleasure. “Emmett! Oh God, don’t stop!”
“Mmm, Bella, fucking cum all over my cock, baby!” He reached his hand down to my clit, rubbing circles around it. He pinched it, and it was all over. I came with a shriek, and I could tell my muscles wrapping around him caused his own orgasm.
“Shit, Emmett… So good…” I moaned as he finally stilled within me, kissing me all over my shoulders, neck and face.
“We broke character, dammit!”
“Mmm, totally worth it, though. You’re too sexy for your own good, Emmett.”
“Yes, yes I am,” he grinned cockily.
“And now, Officer McCarty, I think we should strip search you,” I grinned cheekily, pulling him close by his lapels to give him a burning kiss and start round two.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Bragging Time
My fic, Crashing Head On, got reviewed on Altered Lions and Sacraficial Lambs!!!!!! :-D
catonspeed recommends Crashing Head On by HopelessRomantic79
M rated: Tempers flare and personalities clash as Bella cares for an injured Emmett, but does that hate translate into love? AU/AH.
I love me some poor injured disgruntled Emmett - he of the TT's. Oh and nothing says UST like a long running feud between childhood acquaintances. If you haven't managed to kill each other, fucking is the only other outcome in the land of fic - we all know this...
All joking aside. This. This is a good Emmett fic *gasp!* I know right? They are few and far between (I stumbled upon this looking for something to rec and devoured chapters like Kitty Cullen devours doves - I have the tweet saved, my dear. Reviews are coming, HopelessRomantic79, I promise it won't be read and run).
Emmett is bedridden after an accident and Bella gets guilted into looking after him. The magic is already there, though, and you're just waiting for the moment the two of them find the common ground and crack:
Chapter two
Bella: He groaned again, and blinked his eyes open. Blurry and unfocused, they were still that deep blue that made my heart skitter a bit in my chest.
Once again, Bella, what the fuck? I thought to myself.
Emmett: Now… damn, she’d grown up. Still pale white and small, with that rich brown hair, but she was confident now. Sexy. Curvy. Incredibly fuckable.
Yeah I'm feeling both of you there! Can't stand each other can you? He he!
First, we have to deal with some twists and turns, but there's light at the end of the tunnel, and although I haven't gotten to the end yet, the HEA is promised, and I look forward to it, even though I'll be sad to see this fic end.
Go read, and leave the man of the month some love <3
catonspeed recommends Crashing Head On by HopelessRomantic79
M rated: Tempers flare and personalities clash as Bella cares for an injured Emmett, but does that hate translate into love? AU/AH.
I love me some poor injured disgruntled Emmett - he of the TT's. Oh and nothing says UST like a long running feud between childhood acquaintances. If you haven't managed to kill each other, fucking is the only other outcome in the land of fic - we all know this...
All joking aside. This. This is a good Emmett fic *gasp!* I know right? They are few and far between (I stumbled upon this looking for something to rec and devoured chapters like Kitty Cullen devours doves - I have the tweet saved, my dear. Reviews are coming, HopelessRomantic79, I promise it won't be read and run).
Emmett is bedridden after an accident and Bella gets guilted into looking after him. The magic is already there, though, and you're just waiting for the moment the two of them find the common ground and crack:
Chapter two
Bella: He groaned again, and blinked his eyes open. Blurry and unfocused, they were still that deep blue that made my heart skitter a bit in my chest.
Once again, Bella, what the fuck? I thought to myself.
Emmett: Now… damn, she’d grown up. Still pale white and small, with that rich brown hair, but she was confident now. Sexy. Curvy. Incredibly fuckable.
Yeah I'm feeling both of you there! Can't stand each other can you? He he!
First, we have to deal with some twists and turns, but there's light at the end of the tunnel, and although I haven't gotten to the end yet, the HEA is promised, and I look forward to it, even though I'll be sad to see this fic end.
Go read, and leave the man of the month some love <3
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Designing Woman
The heat was stifling. Oppressive, heavy, thick. Esme rarely stepped out of her air-conditioned office, and she hated doing these consultations. Especially for some richy-rich rancher who spent ungodly amounts of money on “formal rustic” or some crap like that. A hick who made it to the top, and wanted to show it off.
Esme spent a good amount of time with the fake yuppies, and they never failed to bore her. She was sure that this would be no different.
She pulled up in her little sports car, and pulled her sunglasses down her nose to appraise the house in front of her. It was large but unassuming. It screamed prosperity, not outrageous wealth. The landscaping was tidy and used only native plants. Honestly, it was very beautiful, and Esme started to formulate the colors and ideas in her head. Clearly, this client enjoyed nature, simplicity. The reds, browns and yellows of the earth.
She could work with that.
A few moments and a few swift knocks later, and Esme was gasping for air. The door had swung open, and there stood the most gorgeous specimen of the male sex she had ever seen. He was young, but she wouldn’t say too young. More than legal. Tall, muscular, but not bulky, and the most piercing blue eyes she had ever seen. She automatically pondered what he’d do with those eyes when he was about to orgasm; would they squeeze tight shut? Look at her hazily, half lidded?
She licked her lips nervously and held out her hand for him to shake. “I’m Esme Platt, from Lone Star Designs,” she said, trying to keep her tone professional and keep out the quiver that affected it right now.
He took her hand, and her body went into some sort of sexual shock. His grip was firm, but somehow gentle. Soft, but not too soft. His hands still felt like he worked; this wasn’t a lazy rancher who passed off his work to others. Her panties became just a little damp from his brilliant, genuine smile.
“I’m Jasper Whitlock, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said in a soft drawl.
Sure, she was probably old enough to be his mother, or at least an older aunt, but Esme didn’t care. She wanted him with every bone in her body. And did she want his bone in her body? Fuck yes.
“Your landscaping is lovely,” she said. “Am I correct in assuming you prefer natural, simple designs?”
“Yes, ma’am,” she said, and her heart did a little double time. Usually “ma’am” made her feel old, but the way Jasper said it, it was more like an invitation to bed. She’d gladly accept such an invitation.
He showed her through the house, and she was silently impressed at the design just the way it was. It was simple, open, and clean. Nothing spectacular or overdone, and she liked that. It seemed to fit his personality to a T. After all, he was wearing a simple pair of Wranglers and a plain white T-shirt. Nothing expensive at all… and yet she was holding herself back so she wouldn’t tear off all his clothes and have her wicked way with him right here on the staircase.
“And this is my bedroom…” Jasper said, pulling the door open.
“Oh!” Esme said in surprise. “I didn’t realize that you wanted your room designed as well…”
“Yes, I want your touch everywhere.”
The innuendo was not lost on Esme, who subtlety rubbed her thighs together for friction. She was going to die if he kept talking like that.
“Will your girlfriend or wife mind if I take free reign in the bedroom?” she asked, fully aware of her own implications.
If she wasn’t mistaken, his eyes darkened at her statement, and he darted his tongue out to wet his lips. Her own body was thrumming with desire for this virtual stranger. All she could think of was weaving her fingers through his honey locks and dragging him down to her sweet spot, begging him to taste her, consume her.
“There’s no girlfriend or wife,” he said quietly. His voice was deeper, huskier now. “And I don’t mind if you take free reign of the bedroom.”
Somehow, without her permission, her feet carried her across the room to him, and before either one of them could understand or comprehend what was happening, she was in his arms and they were kissing as if their lives depended on it.
Their tongues met over and over, both eager to stoke the fires that were lit inside of them, despite the Texas heat. Their hands furiously yanked off layers of clothing, until Esme was only in her bra, panties and heels, and Jasper was in a pair of briefs that had Esme’s mouth watering.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Jasper said as he laid open-mouthed kisses up and down the column of her neck.
“Me either,” Esme whimpered, and it was true. Usually she knew the man for a little longer than twenty minutes before pouncing on him, but she couldn’t help herself. She was in her early forties, unattached, sexually confident, and hot and bothered by this man. And clearly, he wanted this just as bad, if what she felt against her hip was any indication.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured in her ear, dragging her to the King-sized bed that was flanked by two wide open windows. A stale breeze floated in, and though it was hot now, Esme knew it was about to get a lot hotter. “The second I saw you…”
“I know,” she gasped as he laid out across her and brushed his hands down her curves. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, fisting her hands in his hair. Jasper groaned and bucked his hips into her.
“I want you,” he growled, and licked a line down the cup of her bra, his other hand cupping her breast gently, kneading softly. Esme was going insane with the slowness of his movements.
“More,” she mewled into his neck, writhing underneath him. He was young, virile, and just as willing as she was. She was ready for this. She already suspected this would be one of the best sexual encounters of her life, if what his fingers were currently doing to the front of her panties were any indication.
“Fuck, Jasper,” she moaned as he slipped two fingers inside her ready sex. He was so young, and yet he knew exactly where to touch, how to please her properly. It had been so long…
“Esme, you’re so sexy,” he said, fucking her with his fingers with one hands, and popping the front clasp of her bra open with the other. “Fuck, I want you so badly.”
“Then take me,” she moaned. “Please, Jasper.”
“Patience, darlin’,” he said, and she literally felt herself get wetter at his words. It might have also have to do with the magic way his fingers were making her toes curl already. But either way, it was pretty fucking amazing.
“Mind if I have a taste?” he asked, and before she could say yes or no, though she’d never say no, he’d ducked his head down her body and began attacking her clit with his tongue.
“Oh!” Esme exclaimed, her hips raising off the bed instinctively, begging him to stay just where he was. He continued to attack her clit while fucking her thoroughly with his fingers, adding a third, and before she knew it, she was falling apart all over his face and hands. “Shit! Shit!” she yelled. “Fuck, Jasper!” She could have sworn she saw stars as she came.
He let her ride out the waves of orgasm that kept washing over her, and then pulled away, giving one last kiss to her over-sensitive clit and withdrawing his fingers. She groaned in disapproval. She wanted more. So much more.
He was still in his boxers, which were now bulging with his arousal, and she realized hazily that she was still wearing her heels and panties, that he had merely pulled them aside to gain access. He’d wanted her that bad, she thought giddily.
She boldly reached out and cupped his arousal in her hand. “Are you ready, Tiger?”
He smirked down at her. “For you? Always.”
Her heart leapt at the word. She prayed this wouldn’t be the last time, because he had just made her cum harder than she ever had in her entire life, and that was without his cock. She could barely wait to find out exactly what he could do with the massive cock in his pants.
Her hands tugged his underwear down now, and licked her lips instinctively when she saw him bounce free of his constraints. He was already incredibly hard and precum was oozing from the tip. She wanted to taste, but he had other ideas. With a quick tug, her panties were in shreds in his fingers, and her nipples hardened further at his strength, eagerness, and the smoldering look in his eyes.
“Do you want this?” he asked.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“I’m clean,” he said.
“So am I. And I’m on the pill. So please, Jasper…”
Without another word, he guided himself to her and thrust inside, hard. A yelp of surprise escaped her lips, at the speed and the fullness that she felt. Her eyes rolled back into her head at the sensations going through her, and eagerly bucked her hips up to match Jasper’s thrusts.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” they both murmured, knowing just how amazing and rare this was. He kissed her as they moved together, and it nearly took her breath away. He shifted angles, and then she literally was breathless, because he was hitting spots no man had ever reached inside her. Their hips were a blur, moving fast and impatiently against each other, desperate for friction and release.
“Jasper,” she whimpered, and he rubbed her clit, knowing her same urgency. Her heels dug into his backside, urging him deeper, and soon, it was too much for both of them. Esme came first, body arching off the bed, and he continued to fuck her through the orgasm, drawing it out and making it nearly endless. But he couldn’t hold on for much longer, and the pain of her heels digging into his ass, and the pleasure of her body milking his couldn’t stop him from cumming hard inside her.
“Fuck, Esme,” he grunted, going still inside her. His hands loved her curves, appreciating the woman in his bed, for she was a true woman, not a girl. She moaned at how his hands worshipped her overheated skin, tasting her salty neck languorously.
“May I offer you a designing tip?” Esme said teasingly.
“What’s that?” Jasper’s hair fell into his forehead, and she was suddenly ready for another round.
“Mirrors on the ceiling,” she said, and he groaned, hardening again at the thought.
“Like I said, you have free reign in the bedroom,” he said.
“In that case… on your back, Whitlock. I wanna ride.”
Esme spent a good amount of time with the fake yuppies, and they never failed to bore her. She was sure that this would be no different.
She pulled up in her little sports car, and pulled her sunglasses down her nose to appraise the house in front of her. It was large but unassuming. It screamed prosperity, not outrageous wealth. The landscaping was tidy and used only native plants. Honestly, it was very beautiful, and Esme started to formulate the colors and ideas in her head. Clearly, this client enjoyed nature, simplicity. The reds, browns and yellows of the earth.
She could work with that.
A few moments and a few swift knocks later, and Esme was gasping for air. The door had swung open, and there stood the most gorgeous specimen of the male sex she had ever seen. He was young, but she wouldn’t say too young. More than legal. Tall, muscular, but not bulky, and the most piercing blue eyes she had ever seen. She automatically pondered what he’d do with those eyes when he was about to orgasm; would they squeeze tight shut? Look at her hazily, half lidded?
She licked her lips nervously and held out her hand for him to shake. “I’m Esme Platt, from Lone Star Designs,” she said, trying to keep her tone professional and keep out the quiver that affected it right now.
He took her hand, and her body went into some sort of sexual shock. His grip was firm, but somehow gentle. Soft, but not too soft. His hands still felt like he worked; this wasn’t a lazy rancher who passed off his work to others. Her panties became just a little damp from his brilliant, genuine smile.
“I’m Jasper Whitlock, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said in a soft drawl.
Sure, she was probably old enough to be his mother, or at least an older aunt, but Esme didn’t care. She wanted him with every bone in her body. And did she want his bone in her body? Fuck yes.
“Your landscaping is lovely,” she said. “Am I correct in assuming you prefer natural, simple designs?”
“Yes, ma’am,” she said, and her heart did a little double time. Usually “ma’am” made her feel old, but the way Jasper said it, it was more like an invitation to bed. She’d gladly accept such an invitation.
He showed her through the house, and she was silently impressed at the design just the way it was. It was simple, open, and clean. Nothing spectacular or overdone, and she liked that. It seemed to fit his personality to a T. After all, he was wearing a simple pair of Wranglers and a plain white T-shirt. Nothing expensive at all… and yet she was holding herself back so she wouldn’t tear off all his clothes and have her wicked way with him right here on the staircase.
“And this is my bedroom…” Jasper said, pulling the door open.
“Oh!” Esme said in surprise. “I didn’t realize that you wanted your room designed as well…”
“Yes, I want your touch everywhere.”
The innuendo was not lost on Esme, who subtlety rubbed her thighs together for friction. She was going to die if he kept talking like that.
“Will your girlfriend or wife mind if I take free reign in the bedroom?” she asked, fully aware of her own implications.
If she wasn’t mistaken, his eyes darkened at her statement, and he darted his tongue out to wet his lips. Her own body was thrumming with desire for this virtual stranger. All she could think of was weaving her fingers through his honey locks and dragging him down to her sweet spot, begging him to taste her, consume her.
“There’s no girlfriend or wife,” he said quietly. His voice was deeper, huskier now. “And I don’t mind if you take free reign of the bedroom.”
Somehow, without her permission, her feet carried her across the room to him, and before either one of them could understand or comprehend what was happening, she was in his arms and they were kissing as if their lives depended on it.
Their tongues met over and over, both eager to stoke the fires that were lit inside of them, despite the Texas heat. Their hands furiously yanked off layers of clothing, until Esme was only in her bra, panties and heels, and Jasper was in a pair of briefs that had Esme’s mouth watering.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Jasper said as he laid open-mouthed kisses up and down the column of her neck.
“Me either,” Esme whimpered, and it was true. Usually she knew the man for a little longer than twenty minutes before pouncing on him, but she couldn’t help herself. She was in her early forties, unattached, sexually confident, and hot and bothered by this man. And clearly, he wanted this just as bad, if what she felt against her hip was any indication.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured in her ear, dragging her to the King-sized bed that was flanked by two wide open windows. A stale breeze floated in, and though it was hot now, Esme knew it was about to get a lot hotter. “The second I saw you…”
“I know,” she gasped as he laid out across her and brushed his hands down her curves. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, fisting her hands in his hair. Jasper groaned and bucked his hips into her.
“I want you,” he growled, and licked a line down the cup of her bra, his other hand cupping her breast gently, kneading softly. Esme was going insane with the slowness of his movements.
“More,” she mewled into his neck, writhing underneath him. He was young, virile, and just as willing as she was. She was ready for this. She already suspected this would be one of the best sexual encounters of her life, if what his fingers were currently doing to the front of her panties were any indication.
“Fuck, Jasper,” she moaned as he slipped two fingers inside her ready sex. He was so young, and yet he knew exactly where to touch, how to please her properly. It had been so long…
“Esme, you’re so sexy,” he said, fucking her with his fingers with one hands, and popping the front clasp of her bra open with the other. “Fuck, I want you so badly.”
“Then take me,” she moaned. “Please, Jasper.”
“Patience, darlin’,” he said, and she literally felt herself get wetter at his words. It might have also have to do with the magic way his fingers were making her toes curl already. But either way, it was pretty fucking amazing.
“Mind if I have a taste?” he asked, and before she could say yes or no, though she’d never say no, he’d ducked his head down her body and began attacking her clit with his tongue.
“Oh!” Esme exclaimed, her hips raising off the bed instinctively, begging him to stay just where he was. He continued to attack her clit while fucking her thoroughly with his fingers, adding a third, and before she knew it, she was falling apart all over his face and hands. “Shit! Shit!” she yelled. “Fuck, Jasper!” She could have sworn she saw stars as she came.
He let her ride out the waves of orgasm that kept washing over her, and then pulled away, giving one last kiss to her over-sensitive clit and withdrawing his fingers. She groaned in disapproval. She wanted more. So much more.
He was still in his boxers, which were now bulging with his arousal, and she realized hazily that she was still wearing her heels and panties, that he had merely pulled them aside to gain access. He’d wanted her that bad, she thought giddily.
She boldly reached out and cupped his arousal in her hand. “Are you ready, Tiger?”
He smirked down at her. “For you? Always.”
Her heart leapt at the word. She prayed this wouldn’t be the last time, because he had just made her cum harder than she ever had in her entire life, and that was without his cock. She could barely wait to find out exactly what he could do with the massive cock in his pants.
Her hands tugged his underwear down now, and licked her lips instinctively when she saw him bounce free of his constraints. He was already incredibly hard and precum was oozing from the tip. She wanted to taste, but he had other ideas. With a quick tug, her panties were in shreds in his fingers, and her nipples hardened further at his strength, eagerness, and the smoldering look in his eyes.
“Do you want this?” he asked.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“I’m clean,” he said.
“So am I. And I’m on the pill. So please, Jasper…”
Without another word, he guided himself to her and thrust inside, hard. A yelp of surprise escaped her lips, at the speed and the fullness that she felt. Her eyes rolled back into her head at the sensations going through her, and eagerly bucked her hips up to match Jasper’s thrusts.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” they both murmured, knowing just how amazing and rare this was. He kissed her as they moved together, and it nearly took her breath away. He shifted angles, and then she literally was breathless, because he was hitting spots no man had ever reached inside her. Their hips were a blur, moving fast and impatiently against each other, desperate for friction and release.
“Jasper,” she whimpered, and he rubbed her clit, knowing her same urgency. Her heels dug into his backside, urging him deeper, and soon, it was too much for both of them. Esme came first, body arching off the bed, and he continued to fuck her through the orgasm, drawing it out and making it nearly endless. But he couldn’t hold on for much longer, and the pain of her heels digging into his ass, and the pleasure of her body milking his couldn’t stop him from cumming hard inside her.
“Fuck, Esme,” he grunted, going still inside her. His hands loved her curves, appreciating the woman in his bed, for she was a true woman, not a girl. She moaned at how his hands worshipped her overheated skin, tasting her salty neck languorously.
“May I offer you a designing tip?” Esme said teasingly.
“What’s that?” Jasper’s hair fell into his forehead, and she was suddenly ready for another round.
“Mirrors on the ceiling,” she said, and he groaned, hardening again at the thought.
“Like I said, you have free reign in the bedroom,” he said.
“In that case… on your back, Whitlock. I wanna ride.”
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