101 EROTICA STORIES (13 page)

Marie glanced at the door when she heard muffled voices coming from the other side, wondering how loud they were being if she could hear guests chatting on the landing. She turned back to Jack, a worried expression on her beautiful face. He stopped unbuckling his belt and cupped her face in his hands to bring her focus on him.

“Is something wrong, sweetheart?

“What if people can hear us from out there?” she asked in a harsh whisper.

He paused, a thoughtful look on his features, before answering. “I can’t hear anyone,” he said, trying to shake off her apprehension. He stroked his thumb comfortingly over the apple of her cheek. “You worry too much.”

“Maybe we should stop before we go too far. I mean – ”

Her words were cut off when his mouth descended on hers, catching her in a passionate lip lock, his possessiveness overwhelming her senses. It was too late in his eyes. They were already past the point of no return and he was very determined to finish what he had started before he even thought of leaving that bedroom.

He pulled away suddenly, intending to get back to shedding his clothes. She licked her lips as she watched him free his belt from the loops of his trousers but didn’t let go of it. He smirked devilishly at her and grabbed her hand.

“Lean over that chair,” he commanded, nodding his head towards her vanity table. Before she had a chance to think about it, Marie found herself doing as she was told. She heard him clear his throat before she felt his palm smooth over her backside. “Arch your back.”

“Like this?

Jack felt a surge of pleasure ripple through him as he watched her intently, eagerly fulfilling every one of his instructions. His hard cock strained against his trousers almost painfully at the sight of her offering herself to him in such a manner.

He folded the black leather strap loosely in half, holding the metal buckle in his fist. She whimpered in anticipation, looking over her shoulder to see what he was doing. He drew back and took aim, lightly swatting the belt against her backside. It tickled her skin more than anything, prickling up her spine as she arched her back further. Jack growled, the power going straight to his head. He spanked her harder with the leather and smirked at her attempt to suppress her shriek. Several slaps later and hot tears threatened to spill from her eyes. He dropped the belt to the floor, his palm immediately coming up to soothe the reddened skin of her backside by gently smoothing over it.

He left teasing kisses up her spine as he clutched onto the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs. His thick fingers found their way into her folds. Judging by how ready she had become, he was now certain that the tears in her eyes were out of pleasure and not pain.

She threw her head over her shoulder to glance back at him, just in time to see him unzip the fly of his pants and take them off along with his boxer briefs. He stood behind her, unashamedly nude, his throbbing cock standing at attention as he wrapped his hand around it. Marie bit down on her lip. No matter how many times she had seen him in all his glory and been with him, she was always left in some surprise at his size.

He kicked his discarded clothes away from his feet and moved forward, swallowing thickly when he smoothed over the drops of pre-cum on the tip of his manhood with his thumb. One hand travelled up her spine and grasped her shoulder, his fingers digging into the tender skin of her neck.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror,” he ground out, his need for dominance taking over his thoughts. “Watch me as I fuck you.”

A whimper passed through her lips as the words left his mouth. She felt helpless against his advances.

He rubbed the head of his cock over her clit and down her wet folds until he found her entrance. A smile tugged at her lips when he finally filled her, his hand on her shoulder pushing her back down on him as he thrust hard and fast. His breathing had gone ragged but he carried on nonetheless, stealing a glimpse at the mirror where he saw the pleasure written all over her face.

She wanted to toss her head back, gasp for air as he surged into her, but his intense stare kept her just where he wanted her. Jack growled as he felt her muscles start to tighten around his aching cock. He started to slow down his pace, eventually coming to a full stop. He wrapped a strong arm around her stomach and pulled her to him, causing his manhood to push deeper into her. She couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure that tore through her. The sound was too loud for his liking, causing him to clamp his free hand over her mouth, muffling her cries of satisfaction.

Marie let her eyes drift shut as he pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek, speaking encouraging words in her ear. He shifted on his feet, angling his thrusts just that much deeper, her warmth completely surrounding him, coaxing both their orgasms. Just as her walls had begun to clamp down on his cock, he stopped again, eyeing the large wooden four-poster bed to his left. He knew all too well that her marital bed barely saw any action, unless, of course, it was with him.

Marie slowly opened her eyes. “Why did you stop?” she asked breathlessly, a hint of annoyance laced in her tone.

He didn’t give her a verbal response. Instead, he pulled out of her completely, forced her to turn in his arms and lifted her up. She took the opportunity to wrap her legs around his waist, her arms resting over his shoulders. Their lips crashed against one another in a fervent kiss filled with pure lust as Jack made his way over to the bed, laying her on top of the soft sheets. His burly form hovered over her, knees digging into the mattress as he ran his hands up her legs to grip onto the back of her thighs. He guided both of her legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, his cock pressing into her entrance once more.

She moaned, her nails digging into his forearms as they rested on either side of her face on the mattress. It didn’t take long for him to build up to a steady rhythm, watching intently as her breasts bounced after each well-timed thrust.

Their position had helped his cock to delve even deeper inside of her, her climax looming closer with every drag. She shifted her legs, locking her feet together at his lower back and pulled his body down to her, their chests pressed flush against each other. He kissed her fervently, her moans dying at the back of his throat. Her legs tightened around him as her orgasm took over her, her body dissolving into shudders of bliss, causing Jack to groan and grip her hips.

He looked down between their bodies as he kept on with his thrusts, his cock disappearing into her tight heat repeatedly, her walls contracting around him to help pull him towards his own release. He let out a soft shout as the first creamy jet erupted to coat her walls. His thrusts slowed considerably, his heart beating rapidly as exhaustion set in. He collapsed on top of her but quickly rolled off to the side, trying his best not to crush her beneath him. He gathered her into his arms as they both tried to catch their breaths.

The silence was broken when a small giggle bubbled up from her chest once her breathing had gone back to a normal pace, her hands smoothing over his sweat-slicked chest. “I’m not sure if you’re aware but he’s away on a business trip all of next week,” Marie revealed, referring to her husband’s work schedule. She stared up at him and bit her lip, hoping that he’d catch on to what she was trying to say. “You should come by sometime.”

“Leaving you on your own again, huh?” Jack mused as he smirked down at her. “I would have found a way to see you anyway. I don’t like being away from you for long. I like fucking you too much for that.”

She smiled bemusedly and reached up to pull his head towards her, kissing him softly on the lips. Sleeping together in secret may have been sinful and broken her marriage vows but they both seemed to be in agreement that they weren’t going to stop themselves any time soon, especially not when it felt so incredible.

The two lay in silence for a long while, just holding each other, giving each other a few tender kisses from time to time. She sighed, not wanting their time to end.

“We better get dressed,” he finally suggested. “We’ve got a party to attend.”

“Do we have to?” she pouted.

Jack allowed a laugh to escape him before taking a finger under her chin, making her look up at him. “I’d rather have you be naked the whole time but that might cause a scandal for the other guests,” he joked. “And I don’t think I really want them to see that much of you anyway. But it’s your husband’s party. You need to make an appearance if even just for a few minutes.”

It took a few more moments before she finally relented, appearing to take so much more effort to push hers body off the bed than it would take. They dressed in silence, making sure that everything was straight and nothing looked out of the ordinary. He made his way over to the door, fully intending to leave before her, giving little room for anyone to speculate as to why they were descending the stairs together. He could only hope that his absence from the party was yet to be felt, not wanting anyone to suspect where he had gone off to either way. He turned around to get one last glimpse of her before opening the door, spotting her standing in front of the vanity, just like when he found her earlier that night.

She looked at him through the reflection as she applied a fresh coat of lipstick. “You better go,” she said, smacking her lips together. “I’ll see you downstairs in a little bit.”

He nodded his head silently before sending her a wink, smiling as he walked out the door. He couldn’t wait for next week.

Just as he had done when he ventured up the stairs, Jack strode down confidently, making his way back to the main part of the house. He stopped a passing server and took a full glass of scotch from the tray, taking a long sip to quench his thirst before pushing further into the fold of the party. He engaged in some idle conversation with a few people, his gaze beginning to wander when his ears failed to catch the obnoxious laughter of his boss. He smirked when he caught no sight of Patrick, knowing full well that he was passed out in some other part of the house. The man could have fallen face first in the middle of the room and he doubted that anyone would truly care.

***

By the time Marie Sinclair made her way downstairs, her husband was nowhere to be found. A sigh of relief escaped her lips before she found herself in a throng of people giving her greetings. She put on a smile as they complimented her on her appearance before moving on. She hardly knew these people and they knew very little of her. She doubted that they cared to know more than what her husband told them.

The thought had her feeling grateful once again that Patrick was nowhere in sight. If he could barely hold intelligent conversation with her while he was sober, he was downright foul when drunk. She knew for a fact that if she had made her presence known earlier, that he would have turned into an obnoxious bastard towards her, grabbing her inappropriately, flaunting her to whichever executive he was looking to make jealous like some child who was showing off a new toy. It was the biggest reason that she hated these types of functions.

She made her way aimlessly throughout the room, greeting people politely as she passed by. Her eyes travelled from one person to another, hoping to find a familiar face with which she can spend some time with and endure the party for the rest of the night.

“Looking for someone?”

Marie suppressed the smile that was desperately tugging at her lips when she heard his voice, but nodded appreciatively as she was handed a flute of champagne. She shook her head before taking a sip, though her eyes told a different story. Jack stood beside her, looking like the epitome of calm as he let his own eyes wander around the room.

“From what I heard, Patrick’s holed himself up in the study,” he said with an air of indifference. “For some reason I doubt that he managed to walk in there himself considering the state he was in before I left the party earlier. I say someone pushed him in and locked the door.”