Firecracker Under Pressure - Firecracker #3 (Erotic Romance)

Firecracker Gone Astray
© 2013 Megan Flint

Trixie didn’t know what to think as she lay dripping and spent on the floor of her apartment hallway. Cy had just revealed that he quit his job at the mountain resort and accepted a new position in the city. This was the big surprise he had been waiting to tell her in person. And he didn’t just move into the city, he had found a place in her neighborhood. That’s what Cy had been doing while she was at work, during those three days they’d spent playing house in her apartment after the race weekend. More to the point, there wasn’t any discussing the matter. The lease was signed and he had already moved in.

Cy didn’t want her to feel weird about his sudden arrival. He admitted that of course being closer to her was an incentive, but also that he wanted to live in the city for a while now. Trixie was happy for him, but it was all very sudden. 
On the one hand her accessibility to Cy would be greatly improved, but on the other 
his
 accessibility to 
her
 would be greatly improved.
She and Erik had only just started up again.
Trixie had been prepared to court both of them simultaneously, alternating weekends, but that was when the two men lived one-hundred miles apart.

The new job sounded great. It allowed Cy to choose his own clients and set his own hours. He approached the interview smartly, saying that he was
considering
a move to the city, and was immediately courted for his qualifications. Cy was now garnering a starting salary well above what he had settled for at the hotel. She could hardly blame him for taking a superior position. To his credit, Cy knew what it looked like, but he made no excuses for it either. He claimed his arrival came with no expectations.

Trixie was no fool. No matter how much men claimed they didn’t have expectations, they secretly nursed hopes, like pinwheels spinning behind their eyes.

When Cy had showed up at her doorstep on the weekend of their planned reunion -- one hour ago now -- she had thrown herself at him. Trixie thought it was odd that he didn’t have a suitcase or an overnight bag with him, but they were already stripping each other in the doorway of her apartment before the subject could be broached.

Trixie had told Erik that she was visiting with a friend over the weekend. She didn’t specify what kind of friend and he didn’t ask. Trixie was thinking that her and Cy only had this weekend before he left again, and so she was going to make the most of it. He seemed to be of the same mind.

They rolled along the walls and spilled onto the floor, leaving a trail of hastily torn off clothing behind them. They were naked in moments, groping and kissing each other as if starved for affection. For Cy, that was true enough, and for Trixie, surprisingly the same, despite the fact that she and Erik had been together more days than not during the past week.

If she was hungry for anything, it was for Cy’s desire of her in that moment. And that moment was the only one that mattered. Trixie surrendered to him as he took her repeatedly throughout the apartment. He had her from behind in a door frame and from in front on a coffee table. No place was sacred.

Cy was on a quest to explore uncharted territory, taking them everywhere they hadn’t fucked three weeks earlier. Every square foot of her apartment felt the vibrations of their lust, from the counters to the cupboards. Even the closets weren’t off limits. Cy pushed the hangers aside so that Trixie could dangle from the wardrobe bar, both legs wrapped around him as he drove himself up her welcoming snatch. The clothing bar snapped when Trixie came, bringing all the hangers down on them both. It didn’t slow their momentum in the least. They laughed, dug themselves out, and kept going, writhing atop a pile of coats like teenagers at a party.

He definitely made her feel young again, like it was always their first time together. His enthusiasm was infectious. Cy didn’t hold back at any point with Trixie, knowing full well what she was building towards. In fact it was just the opposite. He charged towards her release with eager abandon.

When Trixie started approaching her fever pitch, they were in the long hallway of her apartment, having never quite made it to the bedroom. She was straddling him as her hidden reservoir heated to a boil, fired lightning through her body, and burst forth unbidden, gushing rivers onto Cy that ran off his body like tributaries through the creases of his stomach muscles. At least they were on hardwood floors rather than carpet, Trixie thought before blacking out.

She regained herself, still screaming, now with her downstairs and upstairs neighbors banging on their ceiling and floor with broomsticks and boots respectively. Cy loved it, reveled in her juices, and came without restraint, his tight balls slapping up against her ass with each rapid thrust.

They lay on the floor afterward, staring at each other on their sides, utterly satisfied and spent.

“I missed you,” Trixie said. It wasn’t a lie. She had missed him, despite the fact that her last week had been filled with another man. That didn’t change her feelings towards Cy. They were no less what they had been.

“I moved to the city.”

That’s when he told Trixie for the first time. As the story unfolded, she learned that he had been here all week setting up his place. If he had been tempted to swing by at any point, or even walk by her apartment casually, it was possible that he could have seen her with Erik though a window. She never drew the blinds closed. Trixie watched him closely as he told her about the move, but there was no hint that Cy knew anything about Erik.

Trixie had a choice to make, but one that forked off in multiple directions. She considered them all as Cy told her about his new job. She was barely paying attention to the details while nodding politely.

Option one. Keep seeing both men and tell them about each other. She had no idea if either man would be willing to share. They each brought something different to her table, and Trixie did enjoy variety. Having two men in her life would certainly satisfy every craving she had on a regular basis. They’d have to be alternated of course, a threesome would be pushing it, but she felt confident that a beneficial schedule could be arranged for all parties involved. She had her largest doubts about Cy, especially as he had just moved to the city. His claim of having no expectations would certainly be tested. As for Erik, she suspected he might be okay with it, but then again, he might not. Option one basically meant leaving the choice in their hands.

Option two. Keep seeing both men, but without telling them about each other. The fact that Cy had moved to the city didn’t make Trixie beholden to him all of a sudden, nor did dating Erik for one week make her his property. Trixie was the sole mistress of her own life. Sex wasn’t a binding contract in her world. Sex was a recreation. Scheduling would be a lot more challenging. There could be no overlapping visits.

Option three. Stop seeing Cy. Trixie couldn’t take this idea seriously even for a second, especially after the full servicing he had just given her. It’s easier to move on from somebody after the memory of them has faded over time, but now, with everything she loved about Cy freshly reinforced in all of her pretty orifices, she couldn’t conceive of cutting him from her life. Dammit. Well played Mister Foley. You chose the perfect moment to drop your
I’ve-moved-into-the-city
bomb.

Option four. Stop seeing Erik. Equally undesirable. She had spent so long trying to find one man who was comfortable with her squirting orgasm. Now that Trixie had found two, she was loathe to part with either of them, especially as Vanessa was still hovering around. She would swoop in like a vulture of broken hearts, exactly like she did the first time, and ruin him again. Erik was was still tentative with his desires and hesitant to really cut loose, no doubt afraid of hurting her with his hulking size.

Option five. Start a polyamorous cult of Trixie where men forswear all other women to worship solely at the temple of her cunny.

All right, back to reality Trixie. Cy was still telling her about his new job and she’d been blithely bobbing her head and making the occasional sound instead of actually listening.

Cy, short for Cyril, was in the city. There was no point in considering all the possibilities and playing them out endlessly in her mind. Her girlfriends would have a collective conniption when she told them about this latest development. They were already in a tizzy about Erik returning to the playing field. They had salivated over Erik no less than they did over Cy. Dating both men would throw them into a jealous froth. Maybe she shouldn’t tell them.

Cy was here now and much as she wanted to keep him bedridden, he would have to go back home eventually. Trixie was faced with the potential of a long-term relationship, in many respects, for the first time. The last time she had been in anything more than a
casual
relationship was many years ago, with a man who, by all evidence, couldn’t cope with her spurting blackouts. At least, that's why she assumed he left. The one hurdle she had struggled against since then, finding a man who not only enjoyed her explosive orgasms but welcomed them, had been vaulted, twice, in less than a month.

Having a meaningful relationship was strange and unfamiliar road, but not unappealing. It had always been easier to just screw their brains out. Doing so had been working with Erik for the past week, but she knew it wasn't a permanent solution. For that matter, if that’s all he wanted, then her choice between the two men would be simple.

Well, there was no point in putting off the inevitable. If she didn’t admit to Cy that they weren’t exclusive now, it would only be more awkward later if they bumped into Erik on the street, or somebody else who knew them both, like Vanessa. She really needed to find out where that harpy lived.

“Cyril, I need to tell you something…”

Trixie used his full name, hoping to set a somber tone. Cy didn’t interrupt her so much as touch her face tenderly. Trixie lost her train of thought
.

“How you would feel about getting out of the city?” he asked.

“That was fast. Are you sick of the hustle already?” Trixie said.

“I just miss being surrounded by trees. I’m sure I’ll get used to it, but how would feel about taking an excursion with me this weekend?”

Trixie couldn’t believe her luck. That would certainly keep them from bumping into anybody.

“I’m not opposed to the idea. What did you have in mind?”

“There’s an inlet I’d like to explore. How would you like to be my paddle buddy?”

“A paddle buddy?” Trixie raised an eyebrow provocatively. “Will I be able to sit down afterward or should we establish a safe word first?”

“Paddling through water, although I’m not opposed to your interpretation.”

She liked that about Cy. So far he was open to any kink she had in mind.

“Hold onto that thought. An inlet you say? It doesn’t sound like there’s going to be much solid ground beneath me during this trip.”

“Well, I’d ask you if you’re afraid of getting wet, but I think we’re well past that now.”

Cy smiled, thinking himself clever.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say we’re past anything, least of all this evening. A proper welcoming to the city is still in order.”

Trixie stood up, still shiny with their commingled sweat.

“Didn’t you just do that?” Cy asked as she crossed to the pile of coats on which they had rutted moments earlier. Trixie donned a trench coat while throwing one of her oversized jackets to Cy. She had bought it off a men’s clearance wrack. It fit him well enough for what she had in mind.

“Where are we going?”