Forbidden Lust was also published last week. It's a contemporary erotica short with themes of Halloween and cheating. Available from Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords.
Excerpt:
She slipped out as soon as she’d
washed her hands and paused for a second outside, and then instead of taking a
right and going back down the stairs she turned left and stepped into a little
hall, and leaned against the wall. She needed to sober up if she wanted to
drive home. What had it been? One beer and three shots, but some fries in there
too . . . and it had been about two hours . . . so she needed a little time
still. Laura sighed and decided to go back downstairs and get another glass of
water, but suddenly he was there, standing in the open doorway with his head
cocked to one side, the wolf mask shadowing his face and making him look oddly
menacing.
“So that’s where you went. Are you
feeling ok?”
“Yeah, just a little dizzy. I think
I might go home soon.”
“Well you can’t drive yet,” Elliot
said, sounding concerned.
“No, I was thinking maybe in about
an hour . . .”
He’d moved and was suddenly much
too close. She took a step back and came up against the wall.
“Where’s your girlfriend?” Laura
asked, a last ditch attempt to stop the inevitable. It did stop him from
getting closer for a moment.
“She left with her roommate right
around when you got here. They’d been drinking since three this afternoon.” He
was playing with her hair, his right hand wrapping a strand around his fingers
and then tugging gently before smoothing it back behind her ear. Laura was
finding it hard to breathe. Elliot knew how much she liked having his hand in
her hair, holding her still for him to kiss, not letting her kiss back so that
she whimpered against his mouth. She put her hands on his chest.
“We can’t. You don’t really want to
do this, you never really want me, you just want sex.” And she pushed at him,
which was about as effective as shoving the wall behind her would have been. She
stared down at the ground, and to her horror felt herself starting to pout and
her eyes getting suspiciously wet. Oh no – she shoved him again, somewhat
harder, and he stopped playing with her hair and grabbed her wrists instead.
“What’s wrong?” he asked,
surprised. She muttered something incomprehensible. The feeling of his fingers
holding her wrists was very distracting, so she didn’t feel so much like
crying. Or trying to get away. He held her pinned against the wall, and she
could feel that he was already hard, his cock curved and pressing into her hip
and her stomach. He leaned down as though to kiss her and she turned her face
away, as he had done to her so many times before and tried very hard not to
think about what she wanted him to do to her.
“Yes, I want sex. I want to fuck,”
he said in her ear, his tongue flicking along the curves of it. He nibbled the
earlobe and then bit a little harder, so that she gasped and moaned,
inadvertently pushing her hips against his.
“I want to fuck you. I want to kiss
you and then I want to go down on you right here in this hall and take off your
panties and lick your clit. And after you come I’m going to take you home and
fuck you for hours. And I know you want it too.” He released her right hand and
reached in-between her legs, sneaking a finger around the edge of her panties. He
chuckled in her ear.
“I don’t think I’ve ever
felt you this wet before. Did you miss me that much?” She made an indignant
noise and reached for the hand that was tickling her pussy, but he slipped a
finger inside her and started stroking her inside and she just grabbed his
forearm instead, moaning.