Slow and Easy: Sensual Erotica Boxed Set (3 page)

Logan reluctantly withdrew and stumbled into
the bathroom. When he returned to the bedroom, he found Bibi
resting on her side, curiously regarding him. His belly tightened
with apprehension. Did she regret their tryst? Would she toss him
out now?

A sleepy smile graced her blissed-out face.
She reached out for him. “Stay?”

Relief washed over him. He gave a small nod.
“Yes.”

Chapter Three

Ticklish butterfly kisses dancing across her
lower back woke Bibi from a deep sleep. Blinking with confusion,
she spotted the top drawer of her bedside table slightly ajar. The
grayish light of early morning illuminated the room. More feverish
kisses dotted the curves of her derriere, spurring memories of the
night prior. She smiled lazily. “Logan.”

“
Bibi,” he replied, his
lips against her ass. He slowly kissed his way up her spine and
curved his body against hers. She melted against him, pressing her
backside against his morning erection. His muscular arms encircled
her waist. Goose bumps erupted on her skin as his teeth grazed the
turn of her throat. His scent made her ache for closeness. She
reached back and sifted her fingers through his short
hair.

Logan’s callused fingers found their way
into the thatch of hair covering her sex. She shifted her legs,
inviting him inside. A soft groan penetrated the early morning
silence as Logan teasingly circled her clit. Ever so slowly, his
fingers drifted lower. Already slick cream oozed from her core.

“
You make me so wet, Lo,”
Bibi whispered. Growling, Logan buried his face in her hair. She
brought his free hand to her breast, encouraging him to toy with
her nipple. Each pinch elicited sharp gasps and sent fiery jolts
straight to her clit. She bucked against him, widening her legs,
urging him to penetrate her.

But he didn’t.

“
Roll onto your belly,
baby.” Bibi obeyed, sighing as Logan nipped at her neck. Resting
her chin on folded arms, she relaxed into Logan’s touch. He
straddled her thighs and massaged her shoulders and back with his
big, strong hands.

When Logan palmed her buttocks, his thumb
brushed against the pucker hidden between them. Butterflies danced
through Bibi’s belly. She pushed back against his hands, silently
encouraging him to continue. He seemed to understand and grasped
her thighs, lifting her onto her knees, fully exposing her pussy
and ass. Logan slipped a pair of fingers into her slick channel and
started to finger-fuck her. Bibi moaned as his thick digits speared
in and out of her pussy. The fingers of his other hand flicked her
clit. She clawed at the sheets as he pushed her closer and closer
to orgasm.

But it was the playful nip of her bottom
that sent her reeling headlong into climax. Logan's teeth bit into
her fleshy backside and she came hard, her cunt pulsing around his
thrusting fingers. She expected him to stop as her orgasm subsided
but he didn't. Instead, Logan's fingers picked up their pace once
again. With each thrust, they pinged her g-spot until she was
shrieking and ready to come again. "Logan! Unnnnhhh! Unnnnhhh!
AAAHH!"

"Come for me, baby," Logan growled. "Squirt
all over my hand."

Toes curled, Bibi gushed around his fingers.
The wild sensation left her breathless and shaking and near passing
out. She lost total control as Logan forced her to come and come
and come. When he finally showed mercy and removed his hand, she
slumped forward and fought to breathe, to think, again.

He smeared the wet juices clinging to his
fingers over her asshole. As he gently worked his thumb inside,
Bibi whimpered at the overwhelming sensation of his fingers probing
her ass. It wasn’t often that she indulged in a little anal play
but it was something she always craved. And now Logan offered her
that chance.

Bibi glanced over her shoulder, catching
Logan’s heady gaze. “Fuck my ass, Logan.”

“
Christ, Bibi!” Logan’s
face flushed at her stark request. "Do you have any
lube?"

"Top drawer," she said and pointed to the
bedside table.

He quickly leaned over her and reached
inside the drawer to grab the necessary items. Clit pulsing, Bibi
groaned with need. She'd never been so hot and aroused. Logan made
her crazy with desire. “Hurry, Lo! I want your cock in me.
Now!”

Behind her, Logan quickly applied the
condom. Bibi inhaled a sharp breath when she felt the dollop of
cold lube. Again, Logan pushed his finger inside her, sliding it
back and forth. A second finger soon followed, stretching her,
priming her for his stiff dick. The fingers of his other hand
rubbed her clit and kept her aroused.

When she felt the head of his cock prodding,
she breathed deeply and consciously relaxed, welcoming him slowly
into her tight sleeve. Biting her lip, she took his rigid shaft.
Her fingers replaced his against her clit. The tiny shocks of
pleasure from massaging the pink nub eased the sting of his cock
stretching her small hole.

“
You’re so fucking tight,
Bibi.” Logan’s breathless voice thrilled her. Hands clasping her
waist, he thrust leisurely, taking her gently. Too gently for her
liking. Bibi shoved back against him, fully meeting his thrusts.
She loved the full sensation of his cock buried deep in her ass.
The burning, the slight stretching, the dull ache and fullness. She
wanted more, wanted it rough and raw and nasty. Logan took the hint
and gave her exactly what she wanted.

Soon they fucked wildly, the bed shaking,
their mutual groans and pants filling the room. Bibi flicked her
clit with one hand and fisted the sheets with the other. She was so
close. Pleasure coiled in her belly. Moaning, whimpering, she
strummed her clit faster and faster. When her orgasm crashed down,
she came so hard not a single noise left her throat. She stiffened,
open mouth against the sheets, toes flexing.

Logan pounded Bibi into the mattress. Still
coming, she reached back and gripped his thigh. He bent over her,
his lips on her shoulder and snapped his hips. Grunting, Logan came
with a series of shallow thrusts. Still shuddering, he fell atop
her.

For a long while, they lay motionless. Logan
carefully pulled away from her. She watched him disappear into the
bathroom and return. Although drunk on a post-orgasm rush, Bibi
couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next. She’d done the
unthinkable and succumbed to her lust. Who knew what the
repercussions would be?

Logan climbed into bed beside her and
planted a noisy kiss on her shoulder. He put pressure on her
shoulder, urging her to roll onto her back. Leaning on his elbow,
he gazed down at her. She squirmed under his intense scrutiny.
“What?”

He shook his head. “You’re just so beautiful
to me.”

A pleased and slightly embarrassed smile
curved her lips. “Yeah?”

“
Mmm-hmmm,” he murmured,
pressing soft kisses to her forehead, nose, and cheeks.

“
You’re not so bad
yourself,” she teased, burrowing close to his warmth.

Logan chuckled and wrapped his arms around
her. “So what now?”

Her chest constricted. She considered
dancing around the subject but decided this wasn’t the time for
prevarication. It was time to be ballsy. “I want you here, like
this, all the time.”

“
Oh, thank god,” Logan
said, obviously relieved. She looked at him in surprise. He kissed
her again. “Bibi, I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you in
that dump of a building. It’s killed me to see you with other guys
but I just couldn’t—.”

“
Risk it,” she finished for
him. Grinning, he nodded. Bibi groaned and rolled her eyes. “We’re
quite a pair, Lo.”

“
That we are,” he said,
giving her a squeeze. After a short pause, he piped up again. “You
hungry?”

“
Starving,” she said,
realizing she’d skipped dinner.

“
I make a mean
breakfast.”

“
That so?”

“
Uh-huh.”

“
Sex and breakfast?” She
snuggled closer. “I could get used to this….”

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INDECENT

Tummy aquiver with anticipation, Trini
pressed her back against the stone wall and inhaled a steadying
breath. The coolness of the stone seeped through the thin turquoise
fabric of her skimpy jacket. Balmy evening air kissed her cheeks.
Gulping nervously, she pulled the white cotton gloves from her
waistband and slipped her fingers inside. She tugged the ivory
half-mask down over forehead and across her nose. An elastic band
held it snugly against her face. Trini plunked the flamboyant top
hat onto her head and made sure it was pulled down tight. Her
fingers danced across the oversized 10/6 price tag tacked onto the
left side.

From down below came the soft hum of excited
voices. Energized by the sounds of the milling crowd, Trini
smoothed her palms over the black shorts clinging to her derriere
and barely skimming her upper thighs. A tiny smile curved her lips.
It was now or never.

Summoning all her courage,
Trini punched the play button on the boom box sitting on the ledge.
A second later the brassy intro of Joe Cocker’s
You Can Leave Your Hat On
filtered
through the speakers. Cheers and whistles erupted from below. They
knew what was coming.

With the grace of a gymnast, Trini vaulted
onto the wide ledge of the Academic Building’s roof, her bare soles
balancing on the rough stone. At the sight of Trini in her sexy Mad
Hatter getup, the crowd of coeds went wild. A thrill of excitement
rippled through her body. Trini lived for the adrenaline rush
stripping in public provided. Every semester for the past four
years, she’d carefully planned these little illicit displays of
exhibitionism, dropping discreet clues around campus and on various
online networking sites. With each daring escapade, her audience
grew. Tonight, her final show at the university, didn’t disappoint.
At a glance, Trini estimated triple her last crowd.

Of course, the popularity brought its own
risks, namely quicker discovery by the campus police. But as an
applied mathematics major, Trini easily calculated the odds of
evasion and capture. She planned her strip teases down to the very
last second and studied the various escape routes and their odds of
success. Besides, the thrill of the chase only heightened the
post-show orgasm she’d later gift herself as a reward.

Hips sensually swinging, Trini lowered into
a wide-legged crouch and then slowly rose to full stature. She
flung her top hat into the crowd before carefully turning and
shaking her tight ass for the crowd’s delight. Her fingers worked
the loose knot of her garish yellow and turquoise tie. Facing the
crowd again, she let the tie flutter toward the ground. Trini
grasped the exaggerated lapels of her jacket and spread the fabric
wide, showing off her glittery gold push-up bra and tan tummy. The
jacket sleeves whisked down her arms. She twirled the jacket
overhead before launching it into the crowd.

Like a belly dancer, she slowly gyrated
while running her palms over the full curves of her breasts and
along the gentle slope of her ribcage. Her fingers danced across
her belly and hooked into the sides of her skimpy black shorts.
With a forceful tug, Trini broke the Velcro side seams and crotch.
Excited cheers and whistles resounded. A group of frat boys fought
over the fabric scraps raining down upon them.

Trini strutted confidently along the ledge,
showing off her gleaming, toned legs and the shockingly scant
swatch of gold material covering her immaculately waxed sex. A cool
breeze buffeted her body, highlighting the dampness of the material
pressed up against her cunt and hidden between the cheeks of her
ass. Her body hummed with arousal, fed off the vibrant energy of
the crowd. The hardened peaks of her breasts poked against the thin
material constraining them. Trini wanted nothing more than to slip
her fingers beneath her g-string and strum her stiff clit.

But it wouldn’t take much to send her
hurling over the edge—literally and figuratively.

Always careful, Trini balanced her sensual
dance moves with the utmost caution. One wrong step and she’d
tumble five stories. The injuries she’d likely survive but the
humiliation of having her identity discovered would be an injury
beyond convalescence. She doubted MIT would be very keen to enroll
and fund a grad student embroiled in such a scandal at her previous
school. And yet Trini couldn’t stop herself. The risk heightened
the allure.

A quick flick unsnapped the front closure of
her bra, freeing her breasts to the hungry eyes of those gathered
below. Tiny painted renditions of the university’s logo concealed
her nipples and areolas. Arms clasped in front, Trini hopped and
wiggled, giving the crowd exactly what they wanted. Her bouncing
breasts and jiggling ass incensed them. They hooted and hollered
and whistled and begged for more.

Never one to disappoint, Trini turned her
back on them and started to bend forward, granting them an
exceptional view of her pert ass. Fingers on the waistband of her
g-string, she prepared to teasingly remove her panties. She
couldn’t wait to see the boys and girls below fight over them.

“
COPS! COPS!”

Trini snapped to attention. Down below, the
crowd scattered in a noisy panic. Not wasting a second, Trini leapt
to the roof, slapped the stop button on the boom box, grabbed her
backpack and jammed the stereo down inside. She fled toward the
door and paused just long enough to snatch up the small wood wedge
propping the door open before racing into the narrow stairwell. The
door slammed behind her as she stuffed the wood into the slight
opening in her backpack. She sprinted down the first two flights of
stairs, swinging herself around the sharp corners, her gloves
sliding against the metal rails.