Stories for When the Sun Goes Down (Sexy Anthology) (11 page)

“Why is it there?” He turned to me.

“I, er, just finished it, it’s drying under the lights.”
Improvising I pointed to the fluorescent strip-light dangling directly above
the bench. “It’s a good job you’re late picking it up. I’ve been so busy it
wouldn’t have been ready for Emma.”

Theo snorted at the mention of her name.

“So what happened between you guys?” I was keen to change
the subject.

He dragged his arms from his wet coat and draped it over a
stool. “I offered to go with her, to Australia.” He reached for a towel lying
by the sink and gave his short turf of jet black hair a vigorous rub. “I’ve got
my own web design business. It would’ve only taken a couple of hours a day online
to keep clients happy and sites ticking over.”

I tipped my head, nodded for him to continue.

“She said no.” He tossed the towel aside. “She wanted to
travel alone.” He shrugged his wide shoulders that were encased in a thick gray
jumper. The roundness of his deltoids bulged and several dark hairs peeked from
the neckline. “I realized Emma always wanted to do things alone. I rarely
slotted into her daily routines or plans. So what was the point? Our
relationship was going nowhere so there seemed nothing to gain from waiting six
months…” He stepped closer. “Especially when someone else has caught my attention.”

A shiver ran up my spine as I recalled his earlier comments
about wanting something to play with. Did he want more than that now he was
single? Was he interested in me? We’d only met twice before, once to organize
the appointment and then for me to cast his dick in a mold and watch him come.
It was a fairly unusual couple of meetings but just the same I’d been unable to
stop thinking about him. Did he feel the same way about me?

I felt myself sway toward him. Heat radiated from his damp
body onto mine, he was practically steaming in the heat of the studio. He
licked his lips and bent his head. Was he going to kiss me?

He stepped away, to the bench.

I dragged in much needed oxygen. I’d been holding my
breath.

He picked up his cock and passed it between his hands. His
eyes narrowed and his mouth set in a straight line.

“Do you like it?” I asked, hoping the squeak in my voice
wouldn’t betray just how much
I
liked it, or what I’d intended doing
with it only minutes before.

His eyebrows lifted but he offered no comment.

“It’s top quality glaze, should last for years, it’s
practically shatterproof unless you run a car over it or maybe a tractor or a
motorbike or…”

“It’s wet.” His gaze snagged mine. “It’s wet and… and warm
too.”

“I told you, it’s drying, it’s not quite ready.” I thrust
my hands on my hips and projected my aloof, misunderstood artist persona.

His dark gaze roamed my body and my aloofness disintegrated
like a summer puddle. He drank me up as though he could see right through my
clothes.

Suddenly I was aching with longing.

He chewed on his cheek as his attention settled on my chest
and I knew without looking that my nipples were standing to attention, plainly
visible through my sweater.

“It’s fit for purpose then?”

“Pardon?”

“The molding, my cock, it’s tough, it can take a bit of
rough treatment.”

“Yes, money back guarantee.” I smiled. “If it breaks I’ll
redo you.”

He nodded sagely and lifted the penis to his face, much the
same way I had. But Theo didn’t put it in his mouth instead he held the shaft
under his nose and sniffed it like an expensive cigar. “Still smells new,” he
said in a low voice.

“It is new, brand new.”

“Is it?” His sudden sharp gaze dared me to lie. “Are you
sure it hasn’t been used for anything?”

“Of course it hasn’t.” I frowned “What, doesn’t it look
like yours or something?”

“That’s not what I meant.” He pointed the cock at me. “I
know it’s mine, it’s even got my freckles on the head
—
you’ve
a very fine eye for detail.”

“Thank you.” I folded my arms over my breasts. “Now, Mr Horton,
I’ll box it and you can settle your account at the till.” I moved to the
shelving unit where I kept packaging.

Suddenly he was behind me, his chest pressing into my back
and his hot breath seeping down my neck. “I want to know where it’s been… what you’ve
done with it,” he whispered into my hair. “I feel… violated knowing you’ve had
a part of me to play with, treat as your own and I don’t know what went on.”

I tried to twist and face him but he captured me in thick
arms and held me facing my store of boxes.

“Where has it been?” he murmured, pulling me tight against
the length of his body.

I dragged in a shocked breath. He was fully erect, hard as
steel and prodding my lower back. “You smell of sex and you’re here alone.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You can’t deny it,’ he said. “It’s pouring off you like
perfume. Woman and spice, lust and need, it’s around you like an aura, and
since my cock was on the bench I’m guessing you two were entertaining each other.”

My stomach flipped. I’d been rumbled. He was right, there
was no denying it.

“My cock doesn’t smell of pussy so I’m guessing it wasn’t
here.” Through my jeans he pressed the tip of the fake dick against my mound,
sending just the right amount of pressure to my already excited clit.

I let out a whimper and rested my head back into the crook
of his shoulder.

“Perhaps it was here.” He ran it up over my sweater and
nestled it between my tits.

“No,” I said, watching the freckles wink at me as they
caught the light.

“Maybe here.” He spun me ‘round, captured my face in his
hand and with a squeeze on either side of my mouth forced my jaw open.

I went to mutter a protest but as soon as the sound emerged
he poked the head of the dick into my mouth. My eyelids fluttered shut as I
remembered the shape and size of it and the yearning it had generated in my
pussy.

“Perfect fit,” he said, pulling out.

I opened my eyes, held his unwavering eye contact and poked
out the tip of my tongue. Very slowly I licked his slit as though enjoying ice cream.

His eyes clouded and like a tornado blasting my body, I was
hit full on with his dark, heady, and downright predatory lust.

We were going to fuck.

I tipped forward and swallowed the cock again, even deeper
this time and watched with satisfaction as his mouth slackened and he moaned in
approval. “Bloody hell, you’re good,” he said, grinding his real cock against
me, and hitting my stomach because of his height. “I knew the moment I came so
hard just by looking into your eyes you were special.”

He pulled the fake cock out of my mouth and his lips hit
down on mine hard and insistent. His tongue forced past my teeth but I fought
him at his own game, plunged my tongue into his hot, black coffee wetness and
wrapped my arms around his neck.

Big, solid biceps squeezed my torso and my feet lifted from
the floor. “You want the real thing?” he asked between kisses.

“Yes,” I managed. “But not in my mouth.”

“Where?”

“You know where.”

He sat me at the feet end of the high bench and cupped my
face. “I want to hear you say it.”

I drifted my hands down his rock solid pecs to his belt
with filthy intentions rampaging through my mind.

“No.” He grabbed my wrists. “Not until you tell me where
you want me.”

 “I want you…” I licked my lips and narrowed my eyes.
“In my pussy.”

“Cunt,” he said in a voice so deep it was a growl. “I want
you to say
cunt
.”

“Okay… cunt… I want your cock in my cunt.” My heart surged
with the dirtiness of the words. Saying it in front of Theo, about Theo, was
like having a shot of neat adrenaline injected into my clit.

In a sudden frenzy he dragged my jeans and knickers from my
hips and whisked them so hard from my ankles he yanked me to the tip of the
bench. He kissed me again, hard and appreciatively, sucking and licking my
neck, nibbling my nipples through my sweater. I ran my hands over his shoulders
and lay backward.

His hands were fiddling under the bench. I heard the clunk
of unfolding metal and the next thing I knew my feet were simultaneously lifted
into the stirrups I kept for making vulva moldings, perfectly positioned to keep
ladies’ legs high and dry with their butts perched over the edge.

Theo stepped between my spread legs and stared down at my
intimate folds. If I hadn’t been so insanely turned on I would have squirmed
with self-consciousness at being so exposed.

“I’ve been vulnerable in front of you,” he said quietly.
“And it was the hottest thing I’ve experienced in a long time so I want you to
experience that too.” He brushed through my tight curls of scarlet pubic hair.
“I’m glad it’s your natural colour,” he said with an approving nod.

I twitched my hips as he sank to his knees and flicked his
tongue over my desperate clit. I groaned and stretched my arms above my head
when a roll of thunder rattled the studio.

His rain-cool fingers rimmed my entrance, exploring and spreading
my juices into every secret place. He began to suck greedily on my nub and I
whimpered and shoved my hips onto his face as far as constraints would allow.

“Don’t come, not yet,” he ordered, licking his way down my
inner thigh. “Not until I say, just like you controlled me.”

“But…”

His tongue re-tangled with my clit and he began stretching
my vagina, pumping in two thick fingers and scissoring them to release tight
tissue. My flesh quivered. The sensations were overwhelming, an orgasm was
beginning to build, preparing to erupt.

His hot body loomed over mine again and I groaned at the
loss of his expert attentions between my legs. He kissed my mouth and as I
tasted myself on his lips. The cool head of the dildo swirled at my entrance
then drove in an inch.

“No… I want the real thing,” I said, squirming.

The dildo slipped down and exerted a firm pressure on my
anus. I bucked at the shocking sensation but was unable to move away.

“What about here?” he asked.

“No,” I whimpered, my mind spinning at the dirty, forbidden
yet disturbingly exciting suggestion.

“Next time,” his voice was low and decidedly dangerous.
“You’ll take us both.”

My sphincter fizzed at the impossible thought of being
fucked and buggered at the same time by Theo.

Hail suddenly pounded the skylights. The lights flickered
as a crack of lightening and a peel of thunder boomed overhead.

“Please,” I begged my voice needy and desperate. “The real
thing… in my cunt.”

The dildo clattered to the floor. With an unintelligible
grunt he unzipped his trousers, rolled on a condom and then shoved the hot,
hard head of his glorious prick against my pussy. I groaned, utterly at his
mercy, no longer caring if he took his time or slammed into my fraught body.

It seemed slamming was on the agenda. In one hard, pumping
thrust he buried to the hilt, shoving in until his balls rammed against my
spread ass. I cried out as my vaginal muscles spasmed in protest. Pain and
pleasure were mixing in a confusing cocktail of bliss and sweet flames were
licking me from the inside out.

“Fuck you’re so snug and soft,” he hissed, bending forward,
shoving up my sweater and sucking my nipples through my thin bra.

I arched my back and flexed my neck. Hands still above my
head, I gripped the sides of the bench. I was being impaled. It was agonizingly
magnificent. Where his tongue had left off his pubis bone took over, grinding
and slamming onto my delicate, needy bud as he withdrew and then thrust back
in. An orgasm was rushing to meet me with all the grace of a steam train, tightening
my chest and somersaulting my stomach.

He shifted upright between my raised legs, the high bench
an ideal height for him to stand tall while he fucked me. He tipped his head back,
his neck tendons thick cords as another flash of lightening streaked overhead
and lit up his face.

“Theo…” I gasped.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He looked down at where we’d joined,
wrapped his fingers around my bare hips and rammed me harder onto his solid
cock.

I curled forward, gripped his wrists, and watched the thick
root of his shaft burying deep.

“So… hot,” I panted. “Too see that.”

“Tell me about it.” He pulled out, raced back in. Repeated
it over and over. When he was at full depth I was sure he was nudging my
diaphragm because my breaths had to hitch in time with his frantic thrusts. I
tried to speak, tell him I could take it, take all of it, but I couldn’t form
coherent words and the sound emerged as a wail of pleasure.

He bent over me again, pressing me backward. “I’m gonna
come… for fuck’s sake, join me this time.”

I didn’t need to be asked, my orgasm was there. By bending
forward he’d shifted the folds of my sex and my clit was in maximum connection
with his surging body. Combined with the colossal dick stabbing my pussy, I was
on my way to heaven.

I stopped kissing him, lost to everything but ecstasy; it
hovered, it flew and then crashed through me. I clenched his dick relentlessly,
over and over, pulling him higher, squeezing him tighter.

He froze at the highest point and then pulsated wildly
within me. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned, scooping his arms under my shoulders and pinning
me to his chest in a steely grip. “Yes, yes, yes…”

Eventually I opened my eyes. My body was trembling, my insides
convulsing and my legs were shaking in their suspended position.

He was right there, right above me, gazing at my dazed
state. “That,” he said breathlessly as a whisper of a smile danced on his lips,
“Is my idea of body molding.”

The faraway look Jake sometimes got in his
eyes frightened me. Not chill-to-the-bones scared, or
creeping-through-a-graveyard-in-the-middle-of-the-night terrified, but an
unease, a throat-tightening fear for the future—our future.

Despite his devil-may-care persona he’d
been broken when I’d first met him. After spending years in love with a girl
who was never going to love him back he’d almost given up on happiness. I’d
spent many an evening as his
friend
, hanging out in the village local,
knocking back drinks and watching sport on the big-screen TV the landlord had
installed. Often he’d end up chatting about Marie, and I would listen
patiently, my heart twisting with longing for him to talk of me that way.

How she couldn’t have let herself fall
into those inky-black eyes of his, been mesmerized by his slightly plump bottom
lip and the soul patch of dark stubble he let grow beneath it was beyond me.
Jake was a hunk in a league of his own—to my eyes at least. Tall, dark
and handsome described him well but was too bland a phrase. It didn’t capture
the way he held his big body in a casual, long-muscly limbed way, or how the
hairs on his forearm petered out slightly around his wrist and then faded
completely on the backs of his hands. It didn’t mention the silver bar in his
right eyebrow that gave him an edgy, could-be-a-rebel look, which, I’d
discovered, hit all the right buttons in me.

He was leaning on a single bar fence now,
gazing across the field that stretched from the back of our cottage garden. The
sun had dipped, twilight would soon be upon us, rubbing away the last lilacs
and pinks that washed across the sky in slim fingers.

“Hey, you,” I said, resting my hand
between his shoulder blades and feeling his body heat radiate onto my palm.

He turned. I knew I’d surprised him by the
look on his face.

“Cassie, I didn’t know you were back from
the ward.”

“Just got in.” I glanced down at my
nurse’s uniform and clumpy shoes. “What were you day dreaming about?”

He twisted, reached for my hand and tugged
me close. Pressed a kiss to my lips. “You.”

“I wish.”

He looked hurt. “I was, though…” He paused
and shrivelled his nose. “You didn’t smell like a hospital in my day dream.”

“Sorry.” I stepped back with a grin. “I’ll
go shower.”

“Good plan. I’ll get dinner started. I bet
you’re starving.”

I let the lavender-scented body-wash
replace the smells of the ward and held my face to the streaming water. Jake
and I had been married for three years. Working hard, paying a big mortgage,
getting the cottage just how we planned. Life was good, and I wanted it to stay
that way. I would sell my soul to keep things between Jake and I on an even
keel. He was my world, my universe, my reason for breathing, and I couldn’t
remember a time when he hadn’t been.

But perhaps work and our decorating plans
should go on hold for a while. Maybe it was time to invest some effort and
energy in us, as a couple. Cassie and Jake, the friends who eventually
discovered they couldn’t live apart and had found solace in each other’s
arms—so everyone thought. For me, I’d just been biding my time.

I stepped out of the shower, dried off and
went into the bedroom. Slid open my underwear drawer and opted for a pair of
little black knickers to wear with my sweats and T-shirt. I’d go bra-less for
the evening; Jake liked that. I went to shut the drawer but my attention landed
on a cream silk bag. I hadn’t delved inside it for a while. It was my sex-toy
bag.

Lifting it out, I lay it on the bed, tried
to remember exactly what was in it. A vibrator or two, some lube that made my
skin tingle, a pair of handcuffs—pink and fluffy—and a book of
sexual favour vouchers.

I pulled open the drawstring. Plucked out
the vouchers. I’d bought them on a whim ages ago when I’d been online shopping.
The contents had never been redeemed, but flicking through them now, I wondered
if they might just be the spark Jake and I needed to up the spice in our lives
and keep us fresh for one another.

“Cassie, dinner,” Jake called up the
stairs.

“Okay, be there in a minute.” I continued
to study the slim black, cheque-style book. The contents varied from a kiss, to
a session with a crop, a massage, dinner out, the movies, anal sex and a blow job.

Blow job. It had been a while since I’d
treated Jake to oral sex. Not because I didn’t love sucking his cock. I did,
but what with work, and shifts and…

Hastily I tore it out, a surge of daring
and anticipation careering through me. Okay, it was just a blow job, but the
wording was so damned sexy.

I promise to give you a blow job
whenever, wherever, however you want. Spit or swallow, your choice. Use this
voucher wisely and make it count.

After shoving the voucher booklet back in
the bag I slipped it in the drawer and headed down the stairs. The smell of
tomato, garlic and oregano filled my nostrils.

“Here you go,” Jake said, setting a bowl
of pasta on my side of the pine table.

“Thanks.” I sat, took a sip of white wine.

“What have you got there?” he asked,
nodding at the strip of paper clutched in my hand.

“Something for you.” I grinned.

He raised his eyebrows, his piercing
glinting in the overhead light. “It’s not my birthday. Shit, have I forgotten
our anniversary?”

“No, no.” I laughed. “Nothing like that.”

“Phew.” He shoved in a fork full of pasta.

“It’s a voucher.”

He chewed and swallowed. “What, for like
Tesco or something?”

“Oh, no, not for shopping.”

“Cassie,” he said, reaching for his beer
and taking a gulp, “why are you being so secretive?”

“I’m not. Here.” I slid the voucher across
the table, upside down, so it appeared blank.

Jake set down his fork. Reached for the
piece of paper and turned it over.

With satisfaction I watched his jaw relax,
as though his mouth might gape. It didn’t. He caught my gaze. His eyes flashed
and he rested the voucher down, so the words faced upwards. “I should make
pasta more often,” he said gruffly then cleared his throat.

“You make pasta plenty.” Heat was blooming
on my chest, seeping up my neck to my cheeks. The voucher looked so rude
sitting on the dinner table, the words
Blow Job
almost screaming from
the paper.

“So what’s the occasion?” he asked, his
gaze slipping to my nipples, which were like hard pebbles pressing against the
cotton of my T-shirt.

“I told you, no occasion. I’ve just had
that book of vouchers sitting there forever. I’m only ever going to use them
with you so I figured we might as well get started.”

“I like your way of thinking.” He leaned
over, touched his lips to mine at the same time as he brushed his wide knuckles
over my taut nipple. “I like it a lot.”

We made love that night. Not wild or
desperate, and Jake said he didn’t want to redeem his voucher in the dark,
beneath the duvet. In fact, he’d folded it up, neatly tucked it into his wallet
as though it was a fifty-pound note. He stated that he was saving it for when
he judged the moment to be just right.

I wondered if he was enjoying the
anticipation of the promise as much as I was. This would be no ordinary blow
job. It was one that was guaranteed to happen. Satisfaction was a given. When
he paid for the shopping on Friday evening at Tesco and pulled his bankcard out
of his wallet, I couldn’t help but glance at the shop assistant—a
middle-aged woman with streaky red lipstick—and wonder what she would
think if she knew what Jake kept beside his credit card.

Saturday dawned bright and sunny, and for
once I had a weekend off duty. The ward would survive without me for two full
days and I couldn’t wait to put all the stress and worries of work to the back
of my mind.

“Coffee,” Jake said, placing a steaming
mug down on the garden table.

“Thanks.” I logged off Facebook and set my
phone to one side. Flicked away a bee that had mistaken my pink flowered top
for a plant.

“Shall we go for a walk after this?” Jake
suggested.

“Mmm, why not?” I glanced at the sky. Not
a cloud in sight. “The weather is so nice it’s a shame not to.”

“We could walk over to Little Hampton and
get a drink in The Cow and Slipper.”

“Yes, okay. It’s not like we have to be
anywhere today.”

“Nope, just us. I’ve been looking forward
to this weekend. It’s been too long since your rota gave us two days off
together.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Lets just make the most
of it.”

An hour later we were stomping across the
meadow hand-in-hand.  I wore denim shorts and a vest top and the grass
tickled my shins and the sun warmed my shoulders. I sighed and stared at the
hazy horizon. Just endless rolling hills, dotted with sheep, ancient trees and
hedgerows.

“You okay?” Jake asked.

“Yes, perfect. Just thinking how lovely
and calm it is here compared to the frenetic pace at work.”

“Mmm, it is quiet—in fact, quite
isolated.”

We passed under the shade of an old oak
tree. Suddenly Jake grabbed me, tugged me close and backed me up against the
knobbly trunk.

“Jake,” I gasped, clinging to his wide
shoulders. “What—”

He silenced me with a kiss. Not a gentle,
lazy summer-day kiss, but a fire-hot, darkly ravenous kiss that melted my
insides and turned my brain to mush. I’d spent too many years waiting for his
kisses to ever take them for granted. Each one was special and reduced me to a
quivering bundle of need.

He pulled back, delved into his jeans
pocket and produced his wallet.

Is he getting what I think he is?

My arms hung limply at my sides, my pulse
was loud in my ears. A blackbird twittered a warning that we were nearby.

“I want to redeem my voucher,” he said,
withdrawing the innocuous-looking rectangle of paper.

“What, here?” I glanced around the
deserted meadow with a thrill of excitement blasting though me.

“Yep, here.”

“But…” Could we? Really? My heart was
pounding at the thought. It would be so deliciously naughty.

“There’s no one around. We’ve walked for
an hour and the path is deserted. It’s too damned hot for anyone to be out.”

I tried to find a shred of rational
thought. It was hard when I was tempted beyond belief. “We’re out.”

“Yeah, but no one else is.”

I wanted to, really I did. God, that kiss,
the sudden dominance of his mouth on mine, his body pushing me into the rough
tree. My pussy was damp, and a familiar ache was already blossoming in my
pelvis. My body was like a switch for Jake; off—on.

He held the voucher in front of my face.
“I promise,” he said, “to give you a blow job whenever, wherever, however you
want. Spit or swallow, your choice.” His gaze caught mine. There was a rise of
colour on his cheekbones—it could be from the sun; it could be because he
was as aroused as I was.

I glanced downwards, at his cock. There
were definite straining issues going on within the material of his jeans.

“What’s up, Cassie?” he asked, tilting his
head and causing his hair to flop sideways. “You can’t make good on your
promise?”

“Of course I can.” I swallowed. The
thought of Jake’s cock, in my mouth, now, here, outside, was more exciting than
I thought it could ever be.

He caught my cheek in his palm. “If I tell
you that you sucking me off here, outside, will double the thrill, how will
that make you feel, baby?”

Oh, fuck, double the thrill!

I ran my hand down his chest, over his
abdomen and felt a shiver run through his tense flesh. “That makes me feel like
I ought to get straight to work.” I smiled sexily and tilted my eyebrows. “So
hand me that voucher.”

He grinned and offered it forward.

I took it, folded it into my back pocket
and gave the meadow one last sweep. Still no one. “So you’ve picked the
wherever and whenever, tell me how.”

“Like this.” He gripped my shoulders and
switched our places, so his back was against the tree and I faced him. “And… and
I want to hold your head, tight, guide you.”

Oh, my God, really!

Despite his bad-boy-biker looks, he’d
always been so passive when I’d performed oral sex on him. “Er, okay.”

He took on an expression of determination,
set his lips tight as though words were stalling in his mouth.

“What?” I asked.

“And I want you to swallow.”

I hadn’t done that in a while, preferring
to climb on top of him and come together, but it wasn’t a deal breaker, in fact
it would be a treat. “Okay.”