I Hate You

Calli glared at him, torn between wanting to walk away, wanting to yell at him, or wanting to hurt him. Knowing violence is what brought them to this point, she started to turn away. Changing her mind at the last moment, she swung around.

"How dare you," she sputtered, "How dare you come back now, after all this time, and act like you don't have a clue!"

Brady took a step closer to her. "Trust me, Cal, I don't have a clue. I've never had..."

"You betrayed me! You took his word over mine. You have no idea what really happened."

"Maybe if you'd told me..." Brady reached out to her, but Calli stepped out of reach.

"So now it's my fault?"

"That's not what I said. But you could have trusted me and told me what was going on."

"Fine!" Calli was shouting, uncaring of who heard her, "He tried to rape me. There. Are you happy now?" With that said, she spun around and ran for the door. Brady stood there for a moment in shock. As her words sank in, he quickly followed her outside into the rain.

Brady finally caught up to her on the old bike path they used to ride on years earlier. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around so they were standing face to face. Calli tried pushing him away, frightened and angry. But Brady held her tight, watching the emotions flicker erratically through her eyes. The rain dripping down her cheeks - or were those teardrops? He couldn't be sure. Probably both, he figured.

He reached out a hand, resting it against her cold cheek. "I'm sorry, Cal," he whispered into the night air.

"I hate you," she whispered back, no longer fighting his grip.

"I know," he muttered, his lips getting closer to hers. The warmth of her breath mingled with the coolness of the air. He felt the shiver go through her and pulled her closer to him, still hovering millimeters from her lips. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing lightly against his. With a low groan he brought his hand to the back of her head and pulled her closer, kissing her hard.

She pulled away briefly, startled. Brady took a deep breath, momentarily expecting her to declare her hatred of him again, or run. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back feverishly. Their lips and tongues tasted and teased each other.Brady moved his hands up her sides and across her chest, to the buttons going down the center of the now soaked blouse. Calli urgently pulled his sweater off and pressed herself against him, grinding her hips against his, her fingers scratching lightly down his back as she sucked softly on his bottom lip.

Brady groaned again, his hand moving up to cup her breast. He pulled his mouth away from hers, kissing down her neck, getting drunk by the taste of rain water mingled with the sweet taste of her flesh. Calli whimpered as his lips made it to one of her nipples. Encouraged by her soft sounds, Brady moved his lips to her other breast, repeating the attention.

Calli slid her hands across his wet stomach, undoing the button of his jeans, her fingers desperate and needy as the reached into his jeans and wrapped around his hardness.

A growl escaped Brady's lips as she touched him and he nipped harder at her nipple. His hand slid down, over her hip and thigh to grab the hem of her short skirt. He slipped his hand under the light soaked fabric, moving it closer to her desire. He slid his fingers beneath the thin fabric probing her heat. Her whimpers came louder and faster as he moved his fingers expertly over her. Her fingers tightened around him, stroking harder, freeing him from the tight denim.

"Please," she whispered hoarsely. The pressure was building inside her quicker than she'd ever experienced before. She knew she was close. She grabbed the sides of his face, gazing deep into his eyes, letting him see her need. "Brady, please," she whispered again.

Brady backed her up until she was resting against a large oak tree. Leaning down, he kissed her again, slowly, hungrily, as he pulled her panties to the side and rubbed her heat with the tip of his cock. She dug her nails into his shoulders, urging him on. As she pushed her tongue into his mouth, dancing it against his, he thrust himself hard and deep into her.

The thin fabric of the blouse provided little protection from the oak, but Calli didn't notice. She met him thrust for thrust, scratching her nails roughly down his back as she felt herself about to explode. Brady sensed it too and moved faster, his body tensing. He felt her release, felt her body convulse and tense around him. With one final hard thrust he pressed himself deep inside her, his own release making him grab onto her tightly.

They held tight to each other for a few moments, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Calli rested her hand against his cheek, looking up into his eyes. With a small content smile she whispered, "I still hate you."

Training pt 2

"What if I did..." he paused, then whispered "this" at the same time he made a quick movement that brought her onto her back on the mat. He was straddling her, holding her down, watching the startled look in her eyes.

That shock was quickly replaced with renewed desire. She brought her hips up hard against him. "I guess I'd have to do..." she mimicked his pause as she quickly pushed her hand into his pants and wrapped her fingers around his hardness. "This" she whispered, finishing her sentence, smiling at the shocked look that crossed over his face.

Jenna watched the fire battle with reason in his eyes. She knew he remembered. Knew he wanted her still. But there was something holding him back. She considered pushing the desire, but knew the wasn't fair. Instead, she pulled her hand away from him. Confusion flashed in Scott's eyes at her reaction. There had always been heat between the two of them. Only once had their been any second guessing or reconsidering. And that had been from him - not her.

"I'm sorry," she forced a smile, and forced herself to keep her hands off him. Scott gazed down at her, lightly brushing his fingers over her cheek. A shiver went through her. Slowly, holding his desire in check as much as possible, he leaned down and kissed her. His movements were slow and deliberate, gently parting her lips, nibbling ever so lightly on the lower lip, kissing and tasting and teasing.

Jenna squirmed beneath him, her arms wrapping around his back, her hips pressing up again. But he continued his slow torment, moving his lips to her neck, his tongue flicking against her flushed skin. His fingers slowly worked on the buttons of her shirt as his mouth nipped along her collar bone, then moved lower. His tongue followed the path his hands were making.

Her breath was fast, her body constantly writhing in heated desire beneath him. She could feel him growing harder, knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Yet he held back, moving slowly. Finally she couldn't take it anymore.

"Please!" she cried out, grinding harder against him, "I need you Scott," he looked up into her eyes. "Now, please!" she pleaded, pushing his pants down his hips.

Scott slid his fingers under her skirt, pushing aside her panties. "My God, you're so wet," shock and excitement and pure need flashed in his eyes. He kiss her hard then, forcing his tongue into her mouth, biting and sucking at her lips as he pushed his pants the rest of the way off. As Jenna felt his cock probing her, she wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrust as he drove himself deep inside her.

Jenna cried out, scratching her nails down his back as she took him in, the width of him filling her. She could feel the pressure building inside her. He thrust harder and faster, squeezing her nipples, groaning deep in his throat. Her breath was coming in small cries, her nails digging into his flesh.

"Scott! Oh god, I'm cumming baby..." She clenched her teeth, her body tensing and pulsing around his cock as she came hard. The feel of her tightening pushed him over the edge and drove himself deep, cumming hard inside her.

Training pt 1

Jenna stared at the door, taking a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, she closed her eyes, back up a step, leaning against her car.

"Hey," a deep voice make her quickly open her eyes. "You going in?" Jenna took a look at the man in front of her. His tan face had a questioning, but soft look aimed at her.

"I, uh," Jenna stuttered, pushing her long blonde hair behind her ears.

"The gym closed a few minutes ago," the man continued.

"I know," Jenna managed to utter finally. "Scott is an old friend of mine." She took another slow breath.

"In that case, he's in the office." The man held the door open for her, pointing in the direction of the main office, a friendly smile looking down at her petite five foot one frame.

Jenna hesitated for a brief moment, then flashed him a nervous smile and walked through the open door. "Thanks," she uttered as he let the door close behind him.

She took a look around the gym. It was a very impressive place - all new and updated treadmills and weight benches and other equipment equally placed around the building. Nervousness kept her from the office. Instead, she stood admiring the size of the place.

"May I help..." a voice started behind her. As she spun around, he stopped speaking for a brief moment, his eyes roaming up and down her small frame. "Jenna?" He asked incredulously.

"Hey Scotty," she said quietly, her lips turning into a small smile.

They both stood alternately looking from each other to the floor, to the clock, to anything they could find. Jenna finally broke the uncomfortable silence.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you at work. I can leave..."

"No! I mean," Scott took a deep breath, "You're not interrupting." She smiled at him a little.

"Good," she replied. "I was hoping for a little personal training," she laughed a little. Her mind went back to a time when they were much younger. At that time, she was looking for self-defense classes, and stumbled upon a gym in which he was a trainer. He had only been working there for a few months, only a few years older than her, and ended up teaching her quite a bit more than self-defense. He had, in fact, been her first.

"What kind of personal training are you looking for?" he asked with a smile that lit up his eyes. The smile made her wonder if he'd forgotten all they'd meant to each other. Or if they'd meant anything.

"Maybe a little self-defense training?" she prodded. For a split second she could have sworn a ghost of a memory crossed his eyes, but he replied with a simple, "Sure" and motioned the way to the training room.

"You want to change first?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Um, no, I..." Jenna's lower lip trembled slightly as she spoke, taking a small step closer to him.

Scott put his hands on her shoulders, stopping her progress. She glanced up quickly into his eyes. The moment her eyes met his hungry gaze he pulled her tight against him, kissing her roughly. She struggled for a moment, startled by his sudden reaction, but quickly melted into his kiss.

Her hands slid under his t-shirt as he slipped his tongue between her lips. She knew she was trembling - knew he could feel her shaking beneath his touch. She danced her tongue against his as her fingers scratched down his back. Hearing his intake of breath gave her courage and she found herself maneuvering her fingers just under the waistband of his sweatpants.

Then, just as quickly as it had all stared, he pushed her away from him, his breathing deep and uneven. "I think you're supposed to be trying to fend me off," he stated with a nervous chuckle.

"I wish I could," Jenna laughed, combing her shaking fingers through her hair.

"What if I did..." he paused, then whispered "this" at the same time he made a quick movement that brought her onto her back on the mat. He was straddling her, holding her down, watching the startled look in her eyes.

That shock was quickly replaced with renewed desire. She brought her hips up hard against him. "I guess I'd have to do..." she mimicked his pause as she quickly pushed her hand into his pants and wrapped her fingers around his hardness. "This" she whispered, finishing her sentence, smiling at the shocked look that crossed over his face.

(due to a low battery...this story will be continued at a later time...)

For Her Pleasure

"Jake?" He looked up from the newspaper at his wife, questioningly. She continued. "I hope you don't mind, but Miranda is in the spare room." Miranda was his wife's twenty-one year old daughter.

"Jackass problems again?" He asked Stephanie, talking about the womanizing creep Miranda was engaged to. Stephanie nodded.

"I have to get to work," She said, grabbing her purse off the table. "Just thought I'd let you know she's here."

Jake said goodbye to his wife of three years and watched her walk out the door. He decided to go check in on Miranda.

About to knock on the door to the spare room, he noticed it wasn't closed all the way. His breath caught in this throat as he caught a glimpse of the young blonde through the small opening.

She was laying on the bed, her legs spread slightly. She used the fingers of one hand to spread her lips apart, her other hand lightly caressing over the glistening nub. Jake watched her fingers for a moment, then let his eyes roam up her body. Her average size breasts were fully exposed, rising with each of her quickening breaths, her nipples hard and begging to be suckled on. He could see the passion on her face, knew she was enjoying every moment of her personal time. He briefly wondered who she was thinking about, but instantly dismissed the question, a small bout of jealousy rising in his gut. He wished it were himself that made her touch herself.

His eyes were drawn back down her body as she reached her hand to the end table, grabbing a hairbrush off it. She rubbed the handle over her slit, then slowly slid it inside her. Jake let out a groan.

Started by the nearby noise, Miranda quickly removed the brush and sat up. Jake hesitantly opened the door.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to startle you," he walked closer to the bed as Miranda scooted backwards, embarrassed and afraid.

"I...I shouldn't have...I'm sorry..." Miranda stammered, grabbing the sheet and pulling it over herself.

Jake reached out for the sheet, pulling it back down. "There's nothing to be sorry for," he said softly, slowly tracing over the swell of her breasts. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't need anything."

Miranda didn't speak, but instead gazed into his eyes, her own eyes filled with desire and innocence and fire. Her lower lip trembled as Jake slowly pushed her onto her back, kissing her gently and briefly. He moved his lips to her breasts, catching one hard pink nub between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth before moving onto the other one.

Her soft purrs made him grow harder. He wanted desperately to fuck her, but he knew he had to be gentle with her. At least for now.

He kissed down her stomach, then made a trail with his tongue from one hip to the other. She squirmed beneath him, one of her hands tangling in his hair, pushing his head lower.

Jake smiled up at her, then flicked his tongue over her wet heat. "Is this what you want, baby?" he asked. Miranda nodded. "Say it, baby," he urged her, flicking his tongue against her again.

"Yes, Daddy, please! I want this," each word came out as a pleading whisper.

Jake grabbed the brush from the bed, licking her sweet nub again as he probed her entrance with the handle of the brush. "What about this, baby?" he asked her again.

"Oh god yes! Fuck me with it, Daddy!" Jake was startled by her sudden lustful words, but wasn't about to argue with her. He thrust the handle inside her tight pussy, loving the way she squirmed and cried out at the intrusion. He started sliding the handle in and out of her as he leaned in, sucking the sweet nub into his mouth, tasting her.

Miranda whimpered and wiggled, feeling the pressure building inside her. She felt like a dam that was about to burst. Jake could tell she was getting close to cumming. Her thighs were tightening around him, her hands pushing at his head more insistently.

He pulled the brush from her, replacing it with his tongue as she cried out. He thrust his tongue deep into her, drinking from her as she came hard. Trembling, she looked down at him and smiled. He returned her smile, ignoring the discomfort in his own jeans as he slowly caressed his hand over her, wanting to taste her cum again.

No More Teasing

Jenna watched him as he walked down the main aisle, reading the guides posted on each shelf. She smiled to herself as he found the row he was looking for and headed towards the back. She knew he'd noticed her sitting there alone, had seen the secret smile he flashed her way just before moving out of sight.

Putting her book down on the table, Jenna nonchalantly gazed from guide to guide, settling on the same row he had walked down. Pretending to look at the books filling the shelves, Jenna continued to the back corner of the library.

"Fancy meeting you here," Eric winked.

"I'm starting to think you're stalking me," Jenna chuckled, brushing her hip against his. Eric laughed, sliding his hand over her ass, then down to the hem of her short skirt.

They didn't feel the need to speak any more as her hand slid to the front of his jeans, rubbing against the growing bulge. She sucked in a breath as his fingers worked their way under the skirt and barely brushed over her heat.

She wanted him, but at the same time, was frightened of the growing desire. It had been so long since she'd last been with a man, and even then it wasn't out of desire. It had been more of a duty. But this new heat? She shuddered again at his touch, rocking against his probing fingers.

Glancing around nervously, Jenna slid her fingers into his jeans, the tips of her fingers brushing over his cock. She looked up at him with a small grin, quickly undoing the button and zipper so she'd have better access. He groaned as her small fingers wrapped around him, freeing him from the confines of the tight jeans.

He repeated her earlier gesture of glancing around nervously as she slid to her knees. Smiling up at him, she hungrily wrapped her lips around his hard cock, sucking him deep into her mouth. He sucked in a breath, grabbing her shoulders. She swirled her tongue around him, scratching her fingers over his stomach.

A sudden noise made her aware of where they were and she quickly pulled away. Laughing slightly, and licking her lips, she quickly stood up watching him push his hard cock back into his jeans and close the zipper.

"Well, it was good to see you again," Jenna chuckled, turning to walk away.

"Oh, no you don't," Eric grabbed her arm. "Not this time." Jenna looked up at him surprised. He glanced around quickly, then pulled her towards a door. It led to the basement, where the library kept the archives. Eric had been coming to this library long enough to know it was a rarely visited section. Roughly, he led her down the stairs, and to a room near the back corner. It looked like an office, with an ancient computer the only thing occupying the desk.

Pulling her hard against him, he kicked the door shut while leaning down to kiss her hard. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, biting at it as he yanked her skirt up.

Jenna, startled but growing hotter with each of his actions, kissed him back feverishly, her fingers once again undoing his jeans and pulling him free. He pushed her hands away and spun her away from him.

"No more teasing," he grated, his hand going to the back of her neck, roughly pushing her head down towards the desk. Jenna struggled, looking back into his eyes, her own filled with fear. Eric softened his look and touch only slightly. "I want you." The simple statement left no argument or doubt, and yet also made Jenna feel safe.

He saw the doubt leave her face and once again tightened his hold. His hands were rough and determined as they pushed the skirt over her ass, one hand sliding between her thighs, feeling her wet heat. He slapped her ass hard as he grabbed his cock with his other hand, positioning it against her, thrusting himself deep into her with one determined stroke.

Jenna cried out, her fingers tightening on the desk. He slapped her ass again as he thrust deep again, harder this time. She bit her lip, pushing back against him with each thrust, each breath a cry.

Eric continued his assault, occasionally slapping her, her pale skin turning a bright pink. He rammed into her harder, faster, grabbing her hips to pull her against him so he could thrust deeper still.

Jenna stiffened, crying out, her knuckles white as she gripped the desk, her body tightening around his cock as she started to cum. Eric felt the spasms and quickened his pace, his cock throbbing as he came with her. He buried himself deep inside her heat, loosening his hold on her hips as they rode the waves of ecstasy together.

welcome!

Welcome to the new home of my slightly more erotic work. I decided to quit using Literotica as it is a bit too much on the porn side than I would prefer.

I have copied my stories over from there if you haven't yet had a chance to read; and I will be posting more soon. I have another one on the tip of my tongue/fingers...involving a man who gets a little tired of the constant teasing by a petite blonde, and finally takes her roughly (but very much consensually). However, I am just getting over a nasty flu-bug so the story will have to wait until tomorrow.

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Temptation's Curse (pt 2)

"Damn it!" Scott shouted out loud in his empty office. He cursed himself silently for going back to the admissions office yet again; Cursed himself for being a glutton for punishment. He knew Erika wasn't going to speak to him, knew he had crossed a line with her that she could never forgive. And yet for the last week he managed to find an excuse every day to enter the admissions office, just so he could see her, get a - at best - civil "good day" from her luscious tasty lips. He wished he could figure out a way to get past her walls.

A sudden knock on his office door brought him out of his self-loathing and he snapped out a brisk "come in!"

Hesitantly the door opened and as Scott rose to greet his visitor, he froze, staring straight into the soft eyes of Erika Branson. Shaking off his shock, he stood straight, his gaze hardening instinctively.

"What can I do for you, Ms. Branson?" He asked professionally, his voice quaking only slightly and he found himself praying she wouldn't notice.

Erika didn't answer, just walked slowly up to him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, but otherwise unreadable. Walking around the desk until she was standing right in front of him, she suddenly wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him to her lips, kissing him forcefully. Scott stood, stunned, unable to respond at first. The taste of a tear slipping between their lips brought him to reality and with a sudden hunger he pulled her tight against him, kissing her passionately. His tongue traced her lips, then slid between them, his hand reaching up to wipe her tears from her cheek as they feverishly sucked and nipped at each other's lips.

Scott gasped as she brought her leg up against the outside of his thigh, to his hip, pressing herself even closer to his growing need. He hooked his arm under her knee to steady her, his hot mouth moving across her jaw, to the sensitive spot under her ear. She moaned softly, struggling to get closer to him, one slender hand clutching to his shoulder, the other yanking his shirt free from his slacks, hurriedly slipping under the thin fabric to caress his chest. He groaned and backed her up against his desk, setting her down on the edge, his lips moving back to hers, kissing her as if not doing so would kill him.

Erika moaned softly against his lips as she rocked her hips against him, every part of her burning with desire and hot need. As his lips trailed down her neck to the top of her blouse she sighed, urging him on with her soft whimpers.

Desperately, Scott ripped open the buttons of her shirt, pushing the fabric down her shoulders then carelessly pushed the papers off his desk.

Kissing her forcefully again, one hand gripping behind her neck, he pressed her down onto the desk, his fingers grazing over her side, causing her to shiver beneath him as he brushed over the swell of her breast.

Erika moaned and writhed beneath him as his lips found a nipple, his teeth grazing lightly against it, working it to a hard peak. As he moved his attention to the other nipple, her fingernails raked over his back, his shoulders, then down his back again, grabbing his hips and pulling him tight against her need, grinding herself against him. She moaned as she felt his arousal through their clothing and her hands quickly slid to the front of his slacks, fumbling with the closure.

Moaning deep, Scott grazed his hand down her thigh, then back up, slipping under the short skirt she wore. His fingers brushed over the satin panties then slipped beneath them, trembling over her hot need, feeling the dampness against his fingertips. Erika bucked against him, whimpering until he slid his finger inside her slickness.

Crying out in pleasure, Erika rocked against his touch, urging him deeper, her own fingers pushing his slacks down, reaching out to grip him with more force then he'd expected. He groaned loud, pushing against her hand, sliding another finger desperately into her as he brought his mouth to hers once again, kissing her hard and deep.

Erika twisted from his lips, her voice a hoarse whisper, "Please, oh God please Scott," she begged, squirming to get closer to him.

Tenderness shown through the passion as he gazed into her eyes for a moment, then kissed her again, slower, teasingly. Sliding his clothing down he kept one hand on her hot center, thrusting deep into her, his thumb caressing in small circles over the hard nub. Erika bucked again, crying out as his magical fingers caused a dam to burst inside her.

Positioning himself, he slowly withdrew his fingers from her, gently caressing her quivering need for a moment. He looked down at her, searching her eyes.

With a small smile, she reached up, laying her trembling hand on his cheek softly, her voice a whisper. "I need you, Scott," she breathed, her eyes clouded with desire.

The soft passionate look she gave him drove him over the edge. Grabbing her hips roughly, he thrust himself deep inside her, causing her to cry out. Her legs wrapped around him as he held himself within her for a moment, trying to gain some control over his raging desire. As she pulled him down to her, kissing him hotly, his control snapped and he began thrusting hard and deep, building speed as she coaxed him on, her tongue dancing against his, her hips bucking up against him in rhythm with his fast paced thrusts. She moaned as she felt him throb inside her, and with a small cry, felt herself tighten around him. Arching her back and raising her hips, she took him deeper, feeling him tighten, every muscle growing rigid, as their pleasure soared and exploded hard and fast.

Breathing heavily he crushed himself to her, his kiss deep and passionate as they both slowly came back down to earth.

Temptation's Curse (pt 1)

Erika watched the dark-haired man as he greeted a group of long legged women. She really didn't see the sense in sticking around the party, being she had only told her friend that she would come because she wanted a chance to see Scott. Now that there were several beautiful women for him to spend his time with, he probably wouldn't even glance her way. Silently she cursed herself for even caring. For the last two years she had secretly had a crush on him, from the day she first attended his Computer Technology class at the university. Now that she had graduated, she found herself still attracted to the thirty-eight year old.

Sighing to herself, Erika informed her friend she had a headache and headed for the door. Her thoughts drifted back to the one time they had been together. His lips had been so inviting, so caring. She'd had the sense, even then, to know that he had only wanted sex, and why she had given in to the temptation she couldn't fathom, yet she had and the experience had been more incredible then anything she had ever experienced before. But, she thought as she brought her mind back to the present, he wasn't looking for anything more then a partner in bed. He had made that clear in the way he flirted with her, then ignored her when someone prettier or more exciting entered the room.

"Where are you off to?" Scott's voice behind her startled her and she spun around, trying to control the way his deep voice had instantly sent a shiver through her body.

"Home," she replied, then added, "I'm not feeling too well." She looked down at the floor, knowing he would see the little white lie in her eyes.

"Uh huh," He smiled, reaching out to take her hand in his. She felt the sparks instantly and suddenly wished they weren't at a party, but rather somewhere more private. Much more private. His smile widened as he suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the house, into the quiet rainy night. She shivered as she felt the drops of rain against her bare neck, her hair having been pulled up leaving only small curled tendrils hanging down. Scott instantly wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side, sharing his warmth with her. She could feel her body tingling as he touched her, aching for more.

With his arm around her they walked into the small wooded area behind the house, neither speaking. As they finally stopped under the shelter of the trees he turned her to face him, desire etched on every part of his face, his eyes dark and tender. As if hypnotized she leaned into him, her lips brushing against his tentatively. With a low groan he grabbed her hips and pulled her against him, letting her feel the strength of his arousal. She moaned, all her inhibitions dissipating as she pressed close to him, kissing him passionately, hungrily, as he tasted her mouth. His hands slid up her sides, his thumbs brushing lightly against the full swell of her breasts, his teeth nipping at her lower lip.

She clung to him, unable to think, to move, for a moment as she fought an internal battle. Then she was touching him, her hands slipping under his shirt, gliding against his hard toned stomach, up his chest, her fingers tangling themselves in the coarse mat of hair. He groaned deep, gently laying her down on the damp grass, feeling her tremble beneath him. He slid his hands down her thighs to her knees, gently tugging the black skirt up, his fingers grazing against her hot flesh, sliding slightly under her panties, feeling the heat surging from her into his fingertips.

He needed her desperately, but was determined to give her pleasure, and fought his own internal battle, trying to take things slow. But the way she squirmed beneath him, brushing her petite body against his arousal, the way she whimpered against his lips, the way her hands clenched at his shirt, he knew which part of him was winning.

Erika twisted her head, freeing her lips from his, her voice pleading as she gazed into his eyes. "I need you," she said simply, her voice almost a whisper, and drowning with desire. He gazed back at her, hesitating for a moment.

"Please?" She whispered, raising her hips to press her need against his. The small thread of control he had been clinging to snapped at her slight movement and he bent his head to hers, kissing her hard, his hand pulling her skirt up around her hips, then her panties down over her shapely legs.

Sitting up, Scott brushed his hand up her thigh then over her sweet center, groaning as his other hand quickly undid his black slacks. He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb circling around her hard nub as she bucked and rocked against his touch. Then he was between her legs, his body glowing softly in the moonlight as he grabbed her hips and thrust himself inside her. Her legs instantly wrapped around him, urging him deeper.

He kissed her again, his lips unmerciful, his tongue driving any reason left in her mind away. His thrusts grew hot and intense as she whimpered and moaned against his lips. Meeting his every movement, Erika could feel the pressure inside her build fast and hot and buried her face into his neck, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she arched her back. She barely heard his deep groan as he thrust deep inside, the tightening of her release causing the dam to break inside him, and they soared together.

Minutes later he felt her push against him and he sat up, easing his weight off her. He looked down into her eyes and despite her soft smile, he could see the trace of regret. His fingers smoothed the loose tendrils from her face as he gazed into the deep blue seas.

"Please," she said hesitantly, "I need to go." Scott didn't move, just briefly looked down, watched the soft rise and fall of her breasts as she tried to get her breathing under control.

"Why?" He asked, looking into her eyes again.

"This isn't right," She replied with a small shrug.

"Could've fooled me," he answered with a small smile. Seeing her resolved look he sighed and stood, fixing his clothing. She scramble to a stand, dressing quickly. "What's wrong?" He finally asked her, although there were so many more questions on his mind.

"Nothing," she slightly smiled, then gestured towards the house. "Why don't you just go back to the party. I'm sure there's several young ladies wondering where you disappeared to."

Scott saw a flicker of something cross her features, something that came close to jealousy.

"Well those young ladies will just have to keep wondering, won't they." He grinned, laying his hands on her hips again. "Let me take you home?" He asked, his eyes so soft and tender and they burned into hers.

Punished

Jessica stood outside the bar and took a deep breath. She hated this place. Hated everything it stood for. But at the same time, loved it. Smoke and loud music met her immediately as she pulled the door open and stepped into the small run-down room.

"Hey Jez!" Matt waved to her from behind the bar. "Jose?"

"Make it Morgan, tonight." She replied. "Jose and I got into a bit of trouble last time."

Jessica made small talk with the younger man as she sipped her drink, a bit too quickly. At her request for another one, Matt gave her an odd look.

"What?" she asked, noticing his confusion.

"Last time I saw you down the first one that quick was last weekend."

"Yup," was all she replied. But, there was no chance of last weekend repeating itself. At least, she hoped not. It had been a good night, up until she started making out with the boss's brother. John had walked into the bar that night just as she and Justin were locking lips, and he'd been furious. Luckily he had been out of the office all this week, or it would have been unbearable for her.

She downed the second one just as quickly, and requested a third. "Make it a straight shot?" She said to Matt's turned back. She watched him nod his head.

"Expecting my brother again?" a low voice asked from behind her. She could feel his glare without having to turn around. "Or would you prefer my father? Or best friend?"

Jessica downed the shot and turned to John. Anger and regret battled within her as she stared into his dark angry eyes. Looking away, she tossed some money on the counter for Matt and pushed herself off the bar stool, walking towards the door.

She was shaking as she stepped out into the night, the sound of her own pounding heart covering up the sound of John's footsteps. He reached his hand out, startling her as he put it on her shoulder.

"We need to talk," he stated, his control on his anger barely held in check. At her resigned nod, he guided her towards his home, just a few blocks away. They walked in silence, each step closer feeling like a step closer to her doom.

Within minutes they were standing inside his living room. Jessica could feel the tension, and his anger.

"Why are you so mad at me?" she finally asked, breaking the silence.

John took a deep breath and a step closer to her. "Because I want you." He lightly took hold of her wrist , moving to sit down on the couch. "And you said you wanted me as well."

"But you broke up with me," She reminded him, standing in front of him.

"But you're still mine," he pulled her down, gently laying her on her stomach over his lap.

She was trembling, but not in fear. She twisted herself so she could look into his eyes. "It was a mistake," she stated. "And I am sorry."

He smiled a bit at her, his own anger still there but lessening. He slid his hand over her long blonde hair, over her back, resting on her rear.

"Yes," he stated calmly, "it was a mistake." He pulled her short skirt up, sucking in a deep breath when he noticed she wasn't wearing panties. Jessica trembled again, squirming a bit when his fingers brushed over her bare skin.

He slid his hand over her softly, then removed it. She whimpered slightly, her whimper turning into a startled cry as he brought the palm of his hand down onto her pale ass. He repeated the action, causing her to thrust her hips against his thigh. Again he smacked her, harder this time, then caressed his fingers over her reddening flesh. He let all his hurt and anger out, one smack after another.

Her skin felt like it was on fire, but each time his hand came down, she rocked hard against him, squirming in need. She cried out, whimpering and pleading, but she wasn't sure what she wanted. Part of her wanted him to continue punishing her. Part of her wanted him to stop the pain. But the pain she wanted to stop was the one quickly growing in the pit of her stomach. She wanted him so desperately inside her.

As if hearing her thoughts, he suddenly stopped spanking her, his hand instead lightly caressing over the hot flesh, then sliding down. He inhaled deeply again as he felt how wet she had become, moaning lightly as he dipped his fingers into the wet folds. A cry escaped her lips again and she bucked against him, trying to press herself closer to his fingers.

John slid a finger inside her, then another, reveling in the way she squirmed against him. He pressed his arousal against her side, wanting her to know he felt it too. She groaned at the hardness of him, breathing heavy as he thrust yet another finger into her, wiggling and pressing them deeper, feeling her tighten around them. His other hand quickly reached between them, undoing his jeans to release his arousal.

When Jessica slid her hand up to wrap her fingers around his cock, John moaned deeply. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her up and helped her straddle him. His kiss was hard and filled with determined need as he grabbed her hips, thrusting himself deep into her in one fluid motion. She cried out against his kiss, biting at his lower lip as she rocked against him. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh as the pressure build inside her.

Each thrust brought him closer to release, and he struggled to control it, to make it last. But as he felt her throbbing and tightening around him, and her fingernails pressing into his shoulders, he couldn't contain it any longer. He gripped her hips tight and drove his cock deep, moving away just a bit, then driving in again. This time he held himself deep inside her, wrapping his arms around her trembling body as they both reveled in the much needed release.

Entertaining

Emma felt the blush begin at her neck and tried to pretend she was concentrating on the radio.

"Journey," Jack stated, waving the bartender over. Emma glanced at him and smiled.

"I like this group," she said, desperately trying to keep her eyes off him. She had taken him out to this bar as a favor to her father. Or, at least that's what she told herself. The truth of the matter was he was incredibly sexy for a man in his mid-forties. Once again she found her eyes drawn to the mat of dark brown hair peeking out from above the buttons of his black dress shirt. A few silver strands taunted her. She knew it wouldn't take many more drinks before she would be tangling her fingers in the strands.

"I think we're done here?" Jack looked questioningly at Emma as he spoke to the bartender. At Emma's nod, Jack handed the lady behind the counter a few bills and slid off the bar stool, offering his hand to the twenty three year old . Emma smiled slightly, biting at her lower lip as she accepted his help.

"Where to now?" she asked him. As they stepped into the cool evening air, he put his hand to the small of her back, then quickly removed it. She glanced his way quickly, letting out a nervous giggle.

"The only place I can think of is back to your Dad's," he spoke the words with what sounded like disappointment - a disappointment which matched the look on Emma's face.

"Maybe he'll still be napping?" she suggested hopefully, knowing he hadn't been feeling well earlier that evening. Jack's eyes lit up slightly, and they both quickened their pace.

Jack opened the door quietly, holding it open for the small woman following him. Emma bit her lower lip, trying to close the door as quietly as possible. She cringed as she heard the door click. Jack chuckled quietly, taking her hand and leading her to the living room. His hand reached around to the small of her back, pulling her gently but urgently against him. Emma glanced up into his eyes, suddenly feeling an ache in the pit of her stomach.

She'd known she wanted him, no matter how much she tried to tell herself otherwise. But she hadn't realized he wanted her as well. At least, not as obviously as she realized it now. Granted, she'd had men want her before. She might be considered naïve by some standards, but she wasn't completely innocent. But Jack wasn't just another guy.

Their lips met for a brief moment, his tongue slipping between his lips to be met hesitantly by hers. They tasted each other for the shortest second, if it had even been that long. But in that half-second, she felt the heat pool between her legs and the ache in her stomach grow. As she was about to voice her complaint, she felt his fingers at her lips, silencing her.

"I really appreciated the tour of the town," he spoke in a normal tone, winking at her as he adjusted himself. As the haze slowly lifted, Emma realized what caused the change in his attitude.

"Not a problem," she replied, "Maybe later we can watch Dad's favorite movie. I know he's been wanting to show it to my as well." She paused, looking up at the doorway and smiling. "Hi Dad, ready for a movie?"

Scott hugged his daughter briefly. "Actually, I promised a few people I'd meet them uptown." Disappointed was in his voice, but Emma was grateful to not hear anything more than that. She stole a glance Jack's way and saw he was just as relieved. "You two go ahead and watch without me," he added, nodding in Jacks' direction before leaving the room to finish gathering his things.

Jack busied himself with turning on the television and putting the movie into the DVD player. Emma, needing something to do to keep her hands off him, wandered into the kitchen to fix some drinks. Giving her dad one last hug and closing the door behind him, Emma brought the beverages into the living room.

Handing Jack his drink, Emma seated herself on the second couch, pretending to be watching the television. She saw Jack glance towards the window and knew he, too, was waiting for Scott to leave. Smiling to herself, she listened to the car drive off, then to the silence that seemed to drag on forever.

"Thank God," she finally heard Jack whisper, just before he stood and grabbed her arms, pulling her up. She trembled, leaning into his waiting lips, moaning softly as he kissed her hard.

Emma slid her hips to the hem of his shirt, uncertain. He sensed her fear and softened the kiss, his tongue tracing her lips, flicking lightly against her tongue. Her eyes fluttered open and she caught the look of raw, barely-contained hunger reflect in his. With a low groan, she dipped her hands under the shirt, sliding them up his chest, allowing her fingers to tangle into the thick silver and dark strands that had been teasing her all night.

Prompted by her touch, Jack gripped her hips, pulling her tighter against him as he grinded against her, letting her feel his need. Emma pulled away from his kiss, biting her lower lip nervously as she quickly undid his belt and button. Pulling the zipper down slowly on the denim jeans, Emma watched his eyes. Jack gazed deeply back into her stare, his own fingers pulling at the fabric of her long skirt, reaching beneath the hem to caress her inner thigh. She let out a low moan again, freezing in place as his fingers got nearer to her hot center.

Jack let his fingers slip beneath the elastic of her satin panties, groaning deep in his throat as he felt her wet heat. Emma bucked against his touch, suddenly thrusting her own hand into his jeans and grabbing his cock. She could feel it harden even more and throb against her hand as she pulled it from the restraint of his jeans. Jack pushed himself against her hand. Smiling, Emma lightened her hold, slowly and teasingly caressing him.

"Dammit, I want you now," he grated, grabbing her arms roughly. He sat back onto the couch, pulling her down on top of him. Not even bothering to remove her panties, Jack simply pulled them aside, the head of his cock pulsating against her heat, desperately wanting to bury itself inside her.

Emma tried to smile, her breath hard and heavy and full of need. She rocked briefly against his hardness, trembling as she teased herself as much as him. Just as his hands tightened on her hips, Emma suddenly moaned and pressed down against Jack, taking him into her as deeply as she could.

Jack's fingers dug into her tender flesh as he held her there, breathing deep as he revelled in the feel of himself buried inside her. Slowly he softened his hold, pulling her back slightly, letting himself move a brief inch, then two, then grabbed her and pulled towards him hard. Emma cried out, her fingers gripping Jack's shoulder as he repeated the move again and again.

God he was so hard, she thought as he drove himself again into her. Their movements quickened and she grew hotter and wetter, the ache in her stomach almost unbearable.

"Please?" She stared deep into Jack's eyes, her body tightening around him.

"Please what?" he asked, thrusting deep again, smiling into her soft blue eyes.

Emma closed her eyes tightly, unable to finish her plea, the sudden wave of release hitting her hard. Emma cried out, her finger nails digging into Jack. The feel of her nails pushed Jack over the edge and he quickly grabbed her hips again, thrusting himself as hard as possibly into her and holding himself there as he allowed release to hit him, both of them clinging to each other as they came hard and fast and greedily.