Voices of Lust Page 2

  “I can’t,” he said. “This is…”

  I kissed him, then slid off his lap, knelt in front of him and started to unbuckle his belt. I opened his pants and hooked my fingers around the waistband of his boxers. As I slipped his boxers down his cock sprang free, standing firm and tall. The head quivered with his breath. I opened my mouth and took just the head, kissed it loudly and laughed.

  It was then that the door opened.

  “Mr. Peterson…” A woman’s voice. She trailed off.

  I stayed still, hidden just behind his desk.

  “Are you…” she hesitated “…all right?”

  “Yes, Amy, what -” I stroked his cock, base to tip, making him straighten in his chair. “…what do you want?”

  There was a creak of floorboards from the doorway, but Amy didn’t answer. I took Peterson’s cock in my mouth and sucked gently.

  “What do you want Amy?” He snapped.

  “What’s that?”

  “Get out! Get out, I’ll speak to you later!”

  “I looks like -”

  “Get out!”

  The door clicked closed. I put a hand around the base of his cock, massaged him while I sucked and licked.

  “Please stop. I have… I have work to do.”

  I stopped, looked up at him, waited for him to meet my eyes. “And my loan?”

  “Yes, yes, you can have your loan.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, just please…”

  I smiled. “OK.”

  I grabbed my bra and top from beside him, pulled the top on without the bra and stood up. He wiped a hand over his head. I looked around me, then pulled open a drawer on his desk and dropped the bra inside.

  “You can give it back to me later,” I said.

  He stared at me.

  “You have my address?”

  He nodded.

  I turned and walked away, grinning.

  Anonymous (Part 2)

  I lay flat, naked skin sinking into the mattress, bare except for the bra and panties that I bought earlier. Waiting. Ready.

  New lingerie always feels sexy. Even better when it’s expensive, and these were oh so expensive. I fully expected them to be ruined by the time he left, but I doubted that I would want to keep them in any case. Like a disguise, they were there only as a barrier between the real me and what I was about to do. When he had finished and gone, I would remove them, throw them away, shower, and go back to my old life.

  As I heard the lock click, heard the handle turn, I smiled. A breeze from the open window whispered over my stomach, cooled my cheek. His boots fell heavy on the wooden floor.

  “No further,” I said, and he stopped.

  I hadn’t turned the lights on, I preferred the semi-darkness. The sun was still setting, spreading red-orange light over the clouds outside the window. Turning my head, I could see his silhouette. Large, rough. I doubted that he could see me. His eyes wouldn’t have adjusted yet. It made me feel powerful.

  “Take your boots off there, then come to the bed.”

  He obeyed without a word. I watched him remove each boot, leaning a shoulder against the wall for support. Then he stepped over to the bed. Even in the dark, his eyes roved over my naked body, his breath rasped in his throat.

  I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand down, below my breasts, felt his fingertips on my ribcage. Rough skin grated against my belly, down to my hips. I heard the gulp in his throat and it made me laugh.

  “You want me,” I told him.

  “Yes…”

  “Don’t speak. It wasn’t a question.”

  I sat up, met his eyes as I wrapped my legs around his, took hold of his jacket and pulled him down. When I leaned in to kiss him, I could smell sweat, dirt, grease. All the things that should put me off only served to turn me on. I breathed deep and placed my lips against his, felt each crack as a rough indent, found broken and missing teeth inside his mouth.

  He pressed himself into me and I could feel his erection fighting to get free. It bulged against my pelvis as my breasts crushed against the solid muscle of his torso. He grunted and I moaned, then fumbled to help him out of his jacket.

  “Lick me,” I said. “I’m wet. Lick me.”

  A low growl rumbled in his throat, in his belly. He pushed himself harder against me and I fell back onto the bed.

  “Lick me.”

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulled them in as tight as they would go, felt his cock straining at the front of his pants. His yelp of pain said it all. I squeezed harder until I could feel it poking at my slit.

  When I let go he pulled back in relief. “Fucking little bitch.”

  I laughed, then sat up straight and unbuttoned his pants, tugged them down. I pulled his cock free of his loose boxers, stroked it, kissed the tip. He moaned as I sucked it into my mouth, then slid it back out with a slurp.

  Reaching down, I slid my panties aside, ran a fingertip along my slit, shivered. I had to bite my lip as I let out a low moan. I was so damp. Damp like I’d never been before. This was my fantasy, my long held fantasy. Repressed for the sake of respectability, marriage, a normal life.

  “What’s your name, darlin’?” His voice was raspy, low.

  “Jane Doe,” I replied, and laughed. “Fuck me.”

  He pushed me back and his weight fell on top of me, squeezing the air out of my lungs as his cock entered me. I kissed him, bit his lip, scraped my fingernails over his back. His arms were strong. When he tired of my hands on him, he pinioned my arms above my head with one fist while his cock continued to pound my pussy.

  As he neared climax, and his groans became louder, less measured, I teased him. “Not… yet…” I gasped. “You can… hold… on…”

  My own body bucked against his, unable to move more than a few inches, held in place by his weight, his strength. He sucked and licked my nipples through the fabric of my bra, then bit down as his orgasm threatened to break free.

  “Cum,” I instructed. “Do it.”

  He growled as he came, continued to thrust as I wrapped my legs around him again and held him in place. I bleated, panted, felt my head go light as my vision darkened at the edges. Then, as my body calmed down, I pushed him off me and rolled away, lay there and gathered my breath.

  “Go.”

  “Fuck, let me -”

  “Just go.”

  He grunted as he lifted himself from the bed, staggered a little as he pulled on his clothes, threw an insult under his breath. I smiled and listened to him pad to the door. He collected his boots and was gone.

  I didn’t discard my underwear. I lay there in it, reveling in the feel of it, the smell of him, his seed still sticky between my legs. I gulped air and closed my eyes, and as I watched the moon I slowly drifted off to sleep.

  Peep Show

  I know you’re there. Every night I hear the floorboard creak as you step up to my door. You like to press your ear to the wood and listen for a moan or a sigh. I wonder, do you fear that you might be caught, or do you secretly long for it? What if one of our other neighbours found you there? What if I opened my door?

  Tonight is different. Tonight I am entertaining. Tonight I have forgotten to latch the door. As you press yourself against it, it falls open, just a sliver of light from my room leaking onto the landing. Does your heart miss a beat? I hear the door click, and so does he.

  “What was that?”

  “This is an old house,” I say, “there are a lot of ghosts.” I laugh. “It settles noisily sometimes.” I smile for you, and lower my mouth to lick the underside of his cock, base to tip, making him gasp.

  I wonder, do you long to be him or long to be me? Perhaps a little of both. His back is to you, his strong arms bound behind him, tied firmly to the chair. His blindfold makes everything I do a surprise. I grasp his balls firmly and laugh as his back stiffens. I can cause pain if I choose to. Do you like pain? I squeeze gently and hold them while I take him in my mouth.

  When he orgasms
he does so loudly, and perhaps I hear a squeak from the hall. Did you climax together? I leave him tied up and panting while I stroll towards you. Are you still there, watching me approach? Do you hold your breath with fear that we are about to come face to face?

  I pull the door open, but the hall is empty. I lean against the door frame, naked, listening for sounds of movement from your room, but there is only silence. As I turn, I notice it glistening. So you did leave a little of yourself after all. I smile and lean down to wipe it away with my fingertip before I close the door. It will remain our little secret.

  Sisters, Sisters

  Lacy giggled as she handed me her key. The skin on her cheeks had lifted, her eyebrows sat a little higher on her face. The little lines at the corners of her eyes were drawn thin. It reminded me of Christmases some thirty years ago: Lacy as a toddler, excitedly tearing wrapping paper into shreds to get at whatever was inside.

  But now that it came to it, I wasn’t sure I could go through with it.

  “I can’t believe we’re about to do this!” She whispered. I almost expected her to start licking her lips. “It’s going to be so much fun!”

  I smiled and held out my key, which she snatched.

  Then her eyes narrowed. “You are still happy to do it, aren’t you?”

  She was my little sister. We’d always shared everything. How could I possibly disappoint her? “Yes, of course. Like you say, it will be a lot of fun.”

  “Then what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Come on, tell me. Is it Bobby? Has he changed his mind?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “No, it’s not that. We both know he fancies you.” I’d caught him staring more than once. “It’s just…” How could I tell her that I had changed my mind?

  “What is it?”

  She was starting to look unsure, like maybe she wasn’t going to get what she wanted after all. So I lied. “I’m not really comfortable with turning up in your bedroom uninvited.”

  “What?” She laughed and placed a hand on my arm. “You’re worried David will be upset? You are gorgeous, Mim. He won’t be able to believe his luck.”

  “Lacy, I’m forty-three,” I offered, as if I thought that made any difference.

  “I know, it’s not fair. My boobs sag more than yours do.”

  That wasn’t true at all, but I still smiled self-consciously at the compliment.

  “Now go on, have fun. We’ll compare notes later!”

  She turned and headed toward the lift with my key, and I stood staring at hers. I could just go and sit in the bar for a few hours, I told myself. Drink my bank balance dry and then return to my bed when my husband was fast asleep.

  Instead, I turned and walked down the corridor to Lacy’s room.

  ***

  “Where have you been?” David called out as I entered. “I almost started without you!”

  “It’s me,” I replied from the doorway, not going any further. This just felt awkward. “Um. Miriam.”

  “Miriam? What are you doing here? Where’s Lacy, is she OK?”

  “Yes, she’s fine. This was a mistake, I’m going to go.”

  “No, wait.” I heard a bump, then he emerged from the bedroom, dressed in nothing but a very tight pair of boxer shorts. “What’s going on? What do you mean, a mistake?”

  I couldn’t help staring. Lacy’s toyboy was something of a specimen. He was a runner, and it showed. Broad shoulders, six pack. His thick, curly chest hair was an influence from his Spanish roots. And wow. The erection that threatened to burst free of his boxers had to be ten inches at least. Even through the black fabric I could see a thick vein running along the side.

  I realised I hadn’t replied and met his eyes. “She’s with Bobby,” I blurted, then bit my bottom lip. “Lacy’s with Bobby.”

  “Your husband? With him… oh.” His jaw visibly dropped as it dawned on him. Then he started to grin. “And you’re her replacement?”

  “I was supposed to be. But this is wrong, I should go.” I turned around.

  “No wait. You don’t have to.” He looked me up and down as I turned back to face him. “I mean, they’re having fun, right? Why shouldn’t we?”

  ***

  David wasn’t gentle. He was eager and energetic. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be fucked that way. I tried to imagine Bobby doing the same, but I just couldn’t. Maybe twenty years ago, but not now. David’s cock was a snug fit. He held my legs against his shoulders as I gripped the edge of the headboard and tried not to scream.

  Pounding, pounding, making me gasp air.

  I sucked him off to end – my sensible side got the better of me and I realised I didn’t want him to cum inside me. After he’d shot his load over my breasts, I showered, we both made pleasant small talk, thank you that was amazing, and I left. The whole thing had taken less than an hour.

  Lacy found me in the bar as we’d agreed.

  “Oh, here you are – I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

  I forced a smile. “How was Bobby?”

  “I couldn’t go through with it, I could see you weren’t happy. I’d never force you into anything, you know that.” She kissed my cheek and sat down. “What are we drinking?”

  I hesitated for the briefest moment, then a smile spread over my face. “Cocktails?”

  Are they...?

  We met Ruby and Josh in the hotel bar on the first evening. They were the kind of couple that everyone smiles at. The way they looked into each other’s eyes and held that gaze, captivated, like they were the only ones in the room. Her hair, so flyaway and difficult to tame. His dark skin and darker eyes.

  Eric and I were both buoyed by their obvious infatuation. That night when we made love I felt young again. It took us back thirty years.

  When Ruby invited us to join them for a barbecue on the beach, to watch the sun go down, of course I laughed. Why would you want us oldies there? She just smiled and kissed my cheek, made me turn red and nod emphatically. Yes, of course, yes I’d love to. Thank you so much. You’re like the daughter I never had.

  Eric and Josh took care of the food, we all drank too much.

  Wine, beer, rum.

  Then we sat in some old folding chairs that Josh had bought for a few pennies from a local shopkeeper. I listened and watched and felt alive. The sea sang, the breeze sighed. Ruby giggled as Josh ran his hands over her skin. It made me smile and reminisce as I sat, a little away from them, giving them their privacy.

  The sun was low, the hour was late and there was a chill breeze, but Eric wrapped his arms around me and we talked about nothing. His scent, musky and alcoholic, made me sigh. It has been such a beautiful day. “Yes, it has, hasn’t it?” I wish we could stay here forever.

  A gasp from Ruby. A growl from Josh.

  I tried to be polite as their petting grew more intense, turned away but watched from the corner of my eye. Josh’s chair fell over backwards as he pushed up out of it, leaning over Ruby. Her laugh, her challenge as she turned away. His face, just inches from hers.

  “Are they…?” Eric couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice.

  I laughed. Yes, Eric.

  Their kiss brought colour to my cheeks, made me feel alive. So passionate, so animal. Ruby’s discarded top landed in the sand. Josh’s shorts fell around his ankles. Her head turned toward me, her smile so warm, so genuine. Josh planted bites and kisses on her throat, then grabbed himself while her hand dropped between her legs.

  I smiled back, then turned to Eric. Make love to me.

  “Now?”

  Yes, now.

  As the clouds turned pink, purple, orange, red, we kissed and made love. Two couples, together but separate, on the edge of the world.

  Anonymous (Part 3)

  I rocked back, squeezing my pelvis closed on Bernie’s erection, making him cry out and swear. I laughed and rolled forward again, and he hissed.

  “Fuck, Danielle.”

  I didn’t answer. I
leaned forward, let my nipples brush his chest as I kissed him hard, tasted and smelled the sweat pouring from his glands. My hair fell all over his face and he raked it back over my head.

  “What the fuck has gotten into you? What were they putting in the -”

  I lifted my ass so that his cock slid back out of my pussy, then lowered myself back down onto it, giggled as he moaned.

  “…that must have been some fucking conference.”

  As I moved back and forth on top of him I leant myself down, nibbled at his ear, whispered, “There was no conference.”

  I sat back and rode him, left him no breath except gasps. “What? What… the… fuck?”

  “There was no conference, baby,” I said. I threw my head back as my orgasm started to gather. “I lied to you. Oh, God!”

  He panted, moaned. “What the fuck? Why would you…?”

  “Oh… yes…” I bit my lip as my body quivered. “Oh, fuck!”

  We orgasmed together and I saw pinpricks of light behind my eyes. What with the pounding I received the night before, and now this…

  “What...?” He groaned as he rolled away onto the bed.

  “No conference,” I said. “Sex… anonymous sex.” I turned to face him, could see his eyes staring into space, his cock limp. “You seem confused, darling.”

  “I don’t… What the fuck?”

  I reached over him, grabbed my hair band from the dresser. I sat on the edge of the bed and let him think while I tied my hair back.

  “Is this a joke?”

  “No, darling.” I stood, grabbed my dressing gown off the floor. “I know all about Larisa.” I leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Now we’re even.”

  He tried to say something, but I ignored him.

  “I’m using the shower first,” I said.

  About Nicci Haydon

  Nicci Haydon lives in rural England, where she spends most of her time writing. Her erotic and romantic fiction has appeared in adult publications and websites, as well as in anthologies. A vast and ever expanding collection of work is available for free at her personal website at niccihaydon.com, where you will also find announcements of new work, discount codes and giveaways.