Bad boy Anthony tempts Monica into expanding her sexual horizons. Will she go as far as he wants her to?
This 4100-word erotic romance includes oral, anal, light spanking, and bad behavior on a balcony. Previously published as Dessert Before Dinner.
Excerpt: Monica Shore squirmed in the supermarket checkout line. Why did her hormones have to take over at the worst possible times? She pressed her thighs together and bounced a little, trying to give her poor deprived pussy some help until she could get laid.
She was throbbing with hungry need, and almost ready to do someone right here in the store. Damn Matt, anyway. If he hadn’t been such a loser, she wouldn’t have had to throw him out. He’d probably never hold a job as long as he lived, and he thought housework was only for women. But the sex had been great.
She sighed and wriggled a little bit more. As soon as she got home and got her groceries unloaded, she was digging out the battery-operated boyfriend. A poor substitute for the real thing, but it was better than nothing.
Finally she got her items bagged and paid for, and pushed the cart out into the parking lot. As she neared her car, a voice came from behind her. “Excuse me.”
She’d always had good instincts about men, except for Matt. And even there she’d been right about the sex. “So, listen, what are you doing right now?”
“Now?” Anthony said. “Just taking my groceries home.”
“After you do that, you want to come over for lunch?”
He gave her that smile again, with a bit more of the naughty mixed in. “Sure, that’d be great.”
“Okay.” Monica’s pussy tingled in anticipation. She gave him the address and got in her car, whistling to herself. She’d just finished putting her groceries away when the doorbell buzzed.
Her nerves jittering a little, she opened the door. Anthony held a bunch of flowers in his hand. Monica felt ridiculously pleased as she took them and let him in; maybe it was because Matt had never bothered with anything like that. But that’s setting the bar pretty low, she reminded herself.
He watched her putting the flowers in a vase, watched her in a way that set her blood humming. Her friend Shawna had once given her a plaque that read, Life is Uncertain: Eat Dessert First. Right now, her body and mind both thought that was an excellent idea.
As if he’d heard her, Anthony came to her. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then traced his finger down the sensitive outer edge of her ear. Monica shivered and ran her hands under his t-shirt and up his chest.
Anthony responded by rubbing both hands down her back and over her bottom. He squeezed gently, and Monica hummed low in her throat. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, and bent and brushed his lips against her ear, then gave her earlobe a little nip. Monica gasped and pulled Anthony’s shirt up and over his head. She smoothed her hands over his skin, then dug in her nails just around his nipples. Rewarded by his sharp intake of breath, she traced her tongue around one nipple, then sucked it, and finally bit down, just hard enough to make him twitch.
Meanwhile, Anthony’s hands were getting busy with her breasts. He cupped them, rolling her nipples through her bra with his thumbs. He tweaked them with thumb and forefinger, and a new wave of liquid heat slicked her pussy.
Monica scraped her fingernails lightly down his chest and started unbuttoning his jeans. She could see his cock straining against the fabric, and couldn’t wait to set it free and get better acquainted. ...