Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

A half hour later, I was in my underwear, staring at the ceiling, ignoring the talking heads on CNN, and trying to ignore the feeling that I’d badly blown the dinner just past.

Deciding to apologize once again, I grabbed my cell off the nightstand and started looking up the number, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

I rolled from the bed to standing, and loped to my door, wincing as I caught my toe on the second double bed in the room. A quick glance through the peephole had me scrabbling at the locks to get the door open.

“Wha-” I started, before the door caught on the heavy security latch I’d missed with a loud solid bang.

“Hello,” she said, through the door as I closed it to open the latch. She was laughing at me despite an embarrassed flush on her face.

“I thought you were leaving,” I exclaimed, throwing the door wide open, and then wincing as it bounced off the rubber stop, to thump back into my shoulder.

“I like your outfit,” she replied, recalling my undressed condition. My first response was to clap my hands over a second reaction, slower but unmistakably apparent.

“Um… Come in. I’m just going to go and find my pants.” She giggled as she came in.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“I always figured you for a boxer-boy, babe. But don’t get all dressed-up for me,” she pouted, as I tugged jeans up over my boxer-briefs.

“What happened,” I asked her, working at my belt. “You were going home!”

As I fixed the twist in the leather, her hands closed on mine and I became aware of her perfume again. I looked up.

“I got to my car, and realized I couldn’t find my keys,” she explained. I nodded understanding that faded as I looked past her.

“They’re right there, clipped to your bag,” I pointed out.

“No, I don’t think you’re understanding me,” she said, flushing again, and staring at my chest. “I went back into the lobby, and called my sister. Told her I was locked out, and probably had had too much to drink anyway.”

She looked at me, her eyes searching. Her hands gave a half tug on the belt. “I told her I’d just spend the night at the hotel. Since I was here anyway.”

“Wonderful,” I responded, beaming. “What room are you in? Would you like to go back and finish that dinner?”

Her expression turned startled. I got to watch her replay the conversation in her head, as she tried to work out how I’d misunderstood. Smiling, I put a hand on her waist and drew her closer.

“Or perhaps we’ll stay here and move to dessert,” I continued, my voice tightening into a purr and I pulled her into a kiss.

Lips pressed, and searched, and parted, teeth closing gently on succulent lips and on lithe tongues. I opened my eyes as we broke for air, and she began drawing my belt out of the loops of my jeans.

“Forgot your keys,” I shook my head and grinned, watching her hands struggle with a snag as she pulled. She blushed, but smiled again in answer. Her attention was on the puzzle in her hands.

“Wait,” I said, grabbing her hands. “Are you sure you don’t want to leave things at just dinner?”

She looked at me intently, “Do you want to stop?” My lips quivered in a strained smile.

“No,” I answered. “But you and I are more important than this. Enough that I can think this far, despite the effects of that kiss.”

She kissed my chin, and grazed her teeth against the cord of my neck.

“You’re too sweet to worry,” she said.

“But I thought about it while I was down there, looking for my keys. You have to admit, this would be more memorable than a cake for both of us. I’m a grown-up, and I’m here, by my own choice. So one last time, do you want to stop?”

I answered with my hands, sliding them down to cup her bottom and pull her against me once more. This time the kiss was bruising, lips caught between teeth, tongues pressing into each other.

She was trying to pull my belt free again, and my cock, straining in my briefs, was pressing apart the sides of my opened fly as it tried to swell through. I found the button of her skirt, and working it free, slid her zipper down.

She wiggled rounded hips and it fell to her ankles. Her breasts brushed against me, teasing both of us as she moved. I reached down with both hands to squeeze her, finding nothing else between my hands and the flesh of her ass.

“Did my fingers lie earlier, or did you do this on your way up?” I asked her, reaching a hand down front to brush soft flesh nestled in the now exposed brown fur.

She smiled mysteriously, and purred as I stroked her pussy.

Not satisfied with her answer, I let my finger sit along her lips, working to nestle into space between them, and rubbed her again. Her arousal made those lips as soft and pliant as the ones pressing against his jaw.

“Tell me,” I told her, letting the bottom of my finger gently graze her clitoris. “Tell me or I may send you home just as it’s getting interesting.”

“You have clever fingers,” was all she said, putting her lips back onto mine. “So shut up.”

Her skin was soft, and as I returned my hand to cup her neglected side, the tone of her cheeks was making my mouth water. In a sudden heated rush of my own need, I lifted my hand to her hair and tore her free of my mouth.

My teeth grazed the almost translucent pale of the skin at her neck, catching but not quite closing on the cord of ligament and the vein underneath. She moaned as I bit her at the junction of her neck and shoulder, still tugging half-heartedly at my belt.

I turned her around, and pushed her to her knees on the edge of her bed. Leaving my belt dangling, I released the button and half dragged, half shoved my jeans and underwear to mid-thigh, ignoring the discomfort as my dick worked free.

The whole of my body seemed to be gathered in the tip of my penis, clenched in my fist, as I ran it along her opening. The ticklish sensation of her pubes over me made me growl wordless pleasure. As her lips parted to my cock, I was about to push myself into her but she waved to stop me.