Heat: Fifty Erotic Fictions For The Fevered Mind

The storm outside had been growling all night, a deep-throated rumble that seemed to vibrate through the glass of her apartment windows. Rain painted slick, winding trails down the panes, and the warm yellow light from a table lamp made everything inside feel too intimate-too soft.Eli sat on her couch like he had a hundred times before, feet up, a glass of red in one hand.

But tonight, there was something in the air.

Across from him, Ava tucked her legs beneath herself, wearing an oversized gray sleep shirt and nothing else. He could tell-every time she shifted, the hem lifted just enough to tease a glimpse of bare thigh.

"Why is it always your place that loses power first?" she teased, nudging him with her foot.

Her nails were painted dark wine red. He noticed that now. He'd never noticed that before.

"Because yours is warmer," Eli said. "Smells like vanilla and... fuck, I don't know. Whatever it is, it's addictive."

Ava laughed-but it came out breathier than usual. "Vanilla and 'fuck, I don't know.' Real specific."

His smile didn't quite reach his eyes. They were on her lips now.

Watching the way she licked a drop of wine from the rim of her glass.

The air between them felt charged, not just from the storm. Something electric was threading its way into the years of friendship they'd built, and it was begging to snap.

"You cold?" he asked.

"I could be warmer," she murmured.

He lifted the edge of the blanket.

She slid under it with him.

The blanket settled over both of them, their legs tangled loosely.

Her bare thigh rested against the denim of his jeans.

He could feel the heat of her skin seeping into him.

Thunder cracked, closer now, making the lights flicker.

"I always get so restless during storms," she said.

"Restless how?" His voice was quieter now, lower.

Ava glanced at him. She didn't answer.

But she didn't move away, either, when his hand settled on her thigh.

Just rested there, fingers splayed lazily, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

"Like that?" he asked, barely above a whisper.

She looked down at his hand, then up at him. Her pupils were blown wide.

"That's a good start."

His hand moved higher.

She sucked in a breath, but still didn't stop him.

When his fingers brushed the edge of her panties-black lace, thin as sin-her hips twitched.

"You're not gonna stop me, are you?" he asked, his mouth so close to her ear it sent a shiver down her spine.

"No," she whispered.

He pushed the fabric aside and cupped her heat, fingers dipping between her folds.

She was already slick."Fuck, Ava... you're soaked."

"You gonna just talk about it or actually do something?"

He grinned into her neck, lips brushing her skin. "Bossy. I like it."

His fingers slid into her slowly, testing the give of her tight, wet heat.

She gasped, biting down on her lip as her hips bucked toward him.

"Easy, baby. Let me feel you," he murmured.

He curled his fingers just slightly, dragging them along the sensitive spot that made her shudder.

She clutched at his shirt, nails digging into his shoulder.

Her legs parted wider, the blanket falling from her lap to expose her thighs.

She looked wanton like this-spread open for him, flushed, panting.He kissed her neck, the curve of her shoulder, his free hand sliding under her shirt to find her tits.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

When his thumb grazed her nipple, she moaned so softly it made his cock twitch.

"You've thought about this, haven't you?" he growled."Me finger-fucking you on this couch while the storm shakes your windows."

"Yes," she gasped.

"Fuck, yes."He sped up, pushing deeper, curling harder.

She was wet and pulsing around him, hips rolling desperately.

"Fuck , you're tight," he hissed. "Dripping down my hand. So fucking needy. Did I make you this wet, or were you already like this when I walked in?"

"Eli-fuck-I'm gonna-"

"Not yet." He slowed, fingers retreating until she whimpered.

"Why?" she begged.

"Because I want to hear you say my name when you come."His fingers moved again-deliberate, wicked, relentless."Say it," he ordered.She clung to him, mouth open, panting, whimpering into his neck.

"Say my fucking name, Ava."

"Eli," she breathed.

"Louder."

"Eli, fuck, don't stop-don't you fucking stop-"

"I won't. I want to feel you fall apart."

His fingers thrust faster, sloppier now, her wetness making obscene sounds between her thighs.

Her body trembled as he pinched her nipple with his free hand and bit down on her shoulder.

Her whole body arched, her mouth open in a silent cry before she shattered with a guttural moan."FUCK, ELI!"

He held her through it, fingers still moving until she twitched and pushed his hand away, too sensitive.She collapsed against him, soaked and breathless, heart racing.Outside, thunder cracked again.

Inside, her body still pulsed in aftershocks around his hand.She looked up at him, dazed, smiling, flushed.

And he was still rock hard.

Ava was still panting when she lifted her head from Eli's chest, lips parted, cheeks flushed, skin glistening with sweat.He looked wrecked-his hand still wet from her orgasm, his eyes dark and dangerous, his cock visibly straining against his jeans.

She reached down and ran her fingers over the bulge.

He inhaled sharply.

"Your turn," she said, voice husky and full of filthy promise.

"You don't have to-" he started, but she shut him up by sliding off the couch to her knees, slow and deliberate.

"I want to.

"She hooked her fingers in his waistband and unbuttoned his jeans.

The tension in the room snapped the moment his cock sprang free-thick, flushed, dripping precum at the tip.

"Oh... fuck me," she whispered, eyes wide.

"You've thought about it too, haven't you?" he asked, voice ragged. "My cock in your mouth."

"Every goddamn time I saw you in gray sweatpants," she said, licking her lips.He hissed when she wrapped her hand around him, pumping slowly from base to tip, watching a fresh bead of precum leak from the head.

She leaned in and let her tongue flick across it-just a taste.

"Fucking tease," he growled.

She smirked. "You like it."

Then she went down on him. All the way.

Her lips wrapped around his cock, cheeks hollowing, and Eli choked on a curse.

Her mouth was hot, wet, fucking perfect.

She moaned softly as she sucked him deeper, and the vibrations made his hips jerk.

"Fuck, Ava-your mouth. You're gonna make me come already."

She pulled back with a wet pop.

"Not yet," she whispered, then licked the underside of his shaft from root to tip, slow and filthy.

Her saliva coated him as she stroked him with one hand and tongued the head like she was tasting dessert.

"Open wider," he said, voice tight.

She obeyed.

"Good girl."

She moaned around him, loving the praise, letting him guide her rhythm now-his hand tangled in her hair, his hips lifting just slightly as he fucked into her throat.

"Fuck, that's it. Take it. You look so fucking good with your mouth full of me."

Her mascara started to smudge as her eyes watered, but she never stopped.

She loved the stretch of him, the burn, the way he pulsed against her tongue.

"Touch yourself," he demanded. "Finger that pussy while you suck me."

She did.

He looked down and groaned when he saw her hand buried between her legs again, rubbing herself while she sucked him like she needed it."That's it. Make yourself come. I want you to come again with my cock in your mouth."

She whimpered around him, rubbing harder. Her eyes locked onto his.

"You're gonna swallow every drop, aren't you?"She moaned. Nodded.That was all it took.

"FUCK-Ava-shit, I'm coming-fuck!"He came with a deep grunt, hips jerking, hot cum spilling across her tongue.

She swallowed him down, moaning through it, her own body trembling.

She kept sucking even after he came, licking him clean, kissing the tip, then resting her cheek against his thigh.He ran his hand through her hair, breathless.

"You've always been dangerous," he murmured.

She smiled. "And you've always wanted to find out just how much."

Ava was still on her knees, licking her lips, when Eli grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her to her feet.

"You think you can suck the soul out of my cock like it was nothing?" he growled, voice low and rough with hunger.She smirked. "Depends. You gonna do something about it?"

He didn't answer.

He spun her around, shoved her shirt up over her ass, and bent her over the couch.

She gasped-then moaned, louder, when he yanked her soaked panties down and slapped her ass with his bare palm. The sound echoed off the storm outside.

"FUCK-Eli!"

"You like that?" he hissed, lining up behind her. "You've been shaking that tight little ass at me for years. You wanted this.""I did," she panted, looking back at him. "I fucking do."

His cock slid between her thighs, thick and already hard again.

He ran the head through her soaked folds, teasing her, making her whimper."Tell me how wet you are," he demanded."I'm dripping," she moaned. "Fuck, Eli, please-just fuck me. I can't wait anymore."

"Oh, baby," he murmured. "You don't have to."

And then he shoved into her.Hard.

She screamed.

He bottomed out in one brutal thrust, stretching her wide, filling her completely.

"FUCK-you feel so fucking good," he groaned. "Tight little pussy sucking me in like you've been waiting your whole life for this cock."She clawed at the couch cushions, breath ragged, legs shaking.

"Harder," she begged. "FUCK me harder, Eli-don't you dare hold back."

He didn't.

He gripped her hips like he owned them and pounded into her-fast, rough, relentless. Skin slapping. Her moans raw and uncontrollable. Every thrust knocked the air out of her.

"You like it like this?" he growled, bent over her back. "Like a good little fucktoy?"

"YES-yes-fuck-I'm your fucking toy-please don't stop-"

He reached around, fingers rubbing her clit in hard, fast circles.

She cried out.

"You gonna come on this cock?" he demanded. "You gonna cream all over me like the filthy little slut you are?"

"YES-oh my god, Eli, I'm so close-"

"You better scream my name when you do," he snarled.

He kept fucking her, slamming into her so deep she could feel him in her throat, the couch creaking beneath them, her body trembling.And then she shattered.

Her pussy clenched around him, hard, pulsing, soaking his cock in waves as she screamed his name-"ELI! FUCK, ELI!"-legs giving out, body shaking uncontrollably.

He came right after, groaning like a beast, spilling inside her with one final, brutal thrust that sent both of them into a collapsed heap on the couch.

They stayed there. Panting. Sweating. Still tangled.She laughed, breathless. "You definitely did something about it."He kissed her bare shoulder. "You have no idea what you started."

The apartment smelled like strawberry body mist and Moscato.

Ava had just taken a gulp straight from the bottle, pink liquid glossing her lips as she collapsed onto the bed in her short, champagne-colored satin robe.

The hem barely reached her thighs, and with each shift of her legs, Harper caught flashes of smooth, bare skin-and nothing underneath."You are so drunk," Harper laughed, sitting cross-legged on the bed beside her, her own black satin robe slipping off one shoulder."I'm not drunk," Ava said, giggling.

"I'm pillow-fight buzzed."

"You're what?"

Without warning, Ava grabbed a pillow and smacked Harper square in the face.

Harper let out a shocked yelp, then retaliated with a swing of her own. Feathers flew. Hair tangled. Laughter echoed off the walls.They wrestled like they always did-except not quite.

Ava ended up straddling Harper, pinning her wrists to the bed, both of them breathless, their faces just inches apart. Her robe had opened slightly, revealing the curve of one breast.

Harper's eyes dropped to it-and didn't move."Oops," Ava whispered, not moving.

Harper's voice was barely audible. "You're not wearing anything under that, are you?"

Ava smirked. "What if I'm not?"Harper didn't answer.

Her hands moved-slowly-sliding from beneath Ava's grip to her hips, then under the robe, palms grazing bare skin.Ava didn't stop her.The air between them turned thick, humming with heat and hesitation.

When Harper's fingers found the waistband of her panties, Ava's breath hitched-but she didn't move away."I've thought about this," Harper murmured.

Ava leaned down until their lips brushed. "Then stop thinking."Harper kissed her.

It wasn't soft.It was wet and deep and desperate, all tongue and teeth and years of tension igniting in one crashing moment. Ava moaned into her mouth, grinding down on Harper's lap, the satin riding up to expose the slick between her thighs.

"Fuck," Harper groaned. "You're soaked.""I've wanted you to touch me for so fucking long," Ava whispered, dragging Harper's hand down. "Don't stop. Don't even think about stopping."

Harper slipped her fingers into Ava's panties.

They both gasped.Ava was drenched-hot, swollen, pulsing with need. Harper stroked her slowly at first, sliding through wet folds, learning what made her gasp, what made her grind.

When she pressed two fingers inside, Ava nearly screamed."Fuck Harper-fuck-yes-right there-"

Harper's thumb circled her clit as she thrust deeper.

Ava's whole body was moving now, riding her hand shamelessly, tits bouncing as her robe fell completely open.

"You like fucking yourself on my fingers, huh?" Harper growled. "So needy. So fucking wet."

"Harder," Ava begged. "Faster. Don't stop, I'm so fucking close-"

Harper sat up, pulled her in by the waist, and buried her face in Ava's neck as she pounded her fingers in harder, rougher, messier. Her wrist was soaked.

Ava's cries filled the room."I'm gonna come-I'm gonna fucking come-"

"Come for me," Harper whispered. "Drip all over my hand like the filthy little tease you are."

That did it.Ava broke with a strangled moan, nails clawing Harper's back as her pussy clenched, hard, soaking Harper's fingers in a hot, pulsing orgasm.

She collapsed against her, shaking, breathing hard.Harper kept her fingers buried deep, letting Ava ride the aftershocks with soft, slow strokes."You good?" she whispered.

Ava lifted her head, eyes glazed with lust. "You're not going anywhere. Lay back."Harper's breath caught.

"You're next."

Harper didn't move as Ava crawled up her body like a wild thing-robe slipping from her shoulders, tits swaying, lips parted, pupils wide with lust."You're next," Ava whispered again, voice low and dangerous, satin sliding across Harper's skin as she straddled her hips.

"And I'm not gonna be gentle."Harper didn't want gentle.She didn't want teasing.

She wanted Ava's mouth.

Ava tugged Harper's robe open and let it fall behind her on the sheets, revealing the soft curves, the perky tits, the flushed skin begging for attention.

She paused, admiring the view.

"Fuck," Ava whispered, biting her bottom lip. "You've been hiding this body from me all year?"

"I wasn't hiding," Harper said, arching her back. "You just weren't ready to see it."

"Oh, I'm ready now."

Ava leaned down and kissed Harper-slowly this time, tongue exploring, hands cupping her tits, pinching her nipples until Harper gasped into her mouth.

Then she kissed down-over her neck, her collarbone, the valley of her breasts-licking, sucking, teasing every inch of skin.When she reached Harper's thighs, she slid between them, spreading them wide with both hands and groaning when she saw how soaked her panties were."Holy fuck, baby," Ava murmured. "You dripping for me?"

"Been dripping since I had my fingers inside you," Harper whispered.

Ava smirked, hooked her fingers in the waistband of the black lace, and peeled the panties down slow, dragging her nails down the soft skin of Harper's inner thighs.

Harper's cunt was bare and glistening-plump, pink, already twitching.Ava leaned in and let her breath fan over her wetness."Spread your legs wider," she ordered.

Harper obeyed.Ava licked from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top, slow and filthy, letting her tongue press deep against her entrance before flicking up to her clit.

Harper moaned so loud it echoed."Fuck-Ava-fuck, don't tease-"

Ava chuckled darkly. "You want me to make you come, don't you? Make you fucking scream?"

"Yes-please-yes-"

Ava dove in.Her mouth locked on Harper's pussy like she'd been starving for it.

Tongue lapping, lips sucking, nose buried against her mound as she moaned and devoured her.

Harper arched off the bed, hands tangled in Ava's hair, thighs trembling.

"Oh my God-fuck-yes-yes-don't stop-please don't stop-"

Ava flicked her tongue against her clit in fast, tight circles, then flattened it and dragged it slowly before plunging her tongue inside-fucking her with it, sloppy and wet and perfect.

"You taste so good," Ava groaned. "Fucking heaven."

Harper was sobbing now, completely unraveling, hips bucking, body shaking.

"I'm gonna come-I can't hold it-oh my God-I'm-Ava-I'm-fuck!"Ava shoved two fingers inside her mid-sentence and curled them up as she sucked Harper's clit hard.

Harper screamed.

Her entire body locked up, pussy clenching Ava's fingers like a vice, legs quaking, back arching off the bed. Her orgasm ripped through her, long and violent, drenching Ava's mouth, soaking the sheets, making her cry out again and again.

Ava didn't stop until Harper begged her to.

She climbed back up, licking her lips, eyes dark and wicked.Harper blinked up at her, dazed, trembling.

"I can't feel my legs."

Ava grinned and kissed her. "Good."

Harper grabbed her wrist, pulled her close."Ride me," she whispered. "Now."

Harper's voice was still shaking when she said it, breath ragged beneath the wreckage of Ava's tongue and fingers."Ride me."Ava's brows lifted. "Yeah?"

Harper didn't answer with words-she reached under the bed and pulled out the black leather harness from a box Ava didn't know existed."Holy fuck," Ava whispered, grinning. "You've been hiding a dick under my bed this whole time?"

Harper smirked. "Just waiting for the right pussy to use it on."

Ava's thighs clenched.

Harper strapped it on with practiced hands-tightening the buckles, adjusting the base against her clit.

The dildo was thick, veiny, realistic, and glistened with a shiny, pre-lubed sheen.

Ava didn't wait.

She straddled Harper, naked and dripping, her thighs sticky with arousal, her pussy already begging for more.

She rubbed her wet slit along the shaft, moaning as it slid between her folds.

"Look at you," Harper groaned. "So fucking ready."

"Shut up and let me fuck myself on your cock," Ava hissed.

She lifted herself, grabbed the base, and sank down slow-inch by thick, delicious inch-until her pussy was stuffed, full, stretched wide."Fuuuuuuck," she breathed.

"God, you feel real."

"Bounce on it," Harper ordered. "Show me how much you need it."

Ava started to move-hips grinding, slow circles at first, the base of the strap-on grinding against Harper's clit with every roll.Wet slapping sounds filled the room.

"Oh my god," Ava moaned. "I can feel it-deep-so fucking deep-"

She picked up the pace.Slamming down, hard, rough, the head of the cock punching that sweet spot inside her. Tits bouncing. Hair stuck to her face with sweat.

Her body writhed, wild and filthy.

"You like fucking yourself on my cock?" Harper growled, gripping Ava's ass.

"I'm your filthy little toy," Ava gasped. "Just a wet fucking hole for you to fill-"

Harper grabbed her hips and started thrusting up, meeting each slam with her own.Their moans tangled. The dildo disappeared over and over between slick thighs.

The room reeked of sweat, sex, and desperation.

"Don't stop-don't fucking stop-fuck me like you own me-"Harper growled.

"You ride that cock until you cream all over it. Until your pussy milks every inch."

Ava's nails dug into Harper's chest as she slammed down again and again, thighs shaking, juices dripping down her own legs."I'm so close-fuck, I'm gonna-gonna fucking-"

"Do it," Harper growled. "Come for me. Make a mess all over my strap."

Ava's scream ripped through the air as her orgasm hit like a freight train.She came hard-pussy spasming, juices gushing, body bucking so hard she nearly threw herself off.

Harper held her, grinding the strap into her until Ava collapsed, twitching, whimpering, soaking everything.

They lay there, tangled in wet satin sheets, breathless and sticky, the strap-on still buried deep.

Harper stroked Ava's back, grinning against her shoulder."Still just a sleepover, huh?"

Ava laughed, dazed. "Sleepover my ass. I'm never leaving your bed again."

The downtown bookstore smelled like old paper and amber wood polish.

Soft classical music floated through the aisles, barely louder than a whisper.

Clara always came on Thursdays-the quietest day of the week-and she always headed for the poetry section first.

Today, someone else was already there.

She noticed him the moment she turned the corner: tall, dark-haired with streaks of silver at his temples, black wool coat draped perfectly across broad shoulders.

He stood in front of the Spanish poetry shelf, his long fingers brushing the spine of Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair.She hesitated.

That was her book.

As she reached out for it, his hand moved at the same moment.

Their fingers touched-just a graze-and a current pulsed between them like the flick of static before a storm.

He looked at her.His eyes were grey-blue. Calm. Intense. Searching.

"You have good taste," he said, voice low and smooth.

Clara felt her heart trip. "Neruda's kind of... essential."

He pulled the book from the shelf, opened it to the third page, and without looking down, quoted: "I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."

Her mouth went dry. She bit her lip.He noticed."I'm Julian," he said, handing her the book.

She took it. "Clara."Their hands brushed again.

She didn't pull away fast enough.

"You blush beautifully, Clara."

Her cheeks burned hotter.

"And you recite love poems to strangers in bookstores?"

He stepped closer-just enough that she had to tilt her head to meet his eyes.

"Only to the ones I want to touch."

The air between them thickened.

She should have stepped back. She didn't.

Instead, she glanced around-the aisle was empty.

The far end was blocked by two leaning carts of unshelved books. Hidden. Quiet. Tempting.

He saw it too.Julian took a half-step forward, crowding her back gently against the shelf.

The edges of books pressed into her spine. Her breath caught.

He raised one hand and slowly brushed his knuckles down her jaw. Then over her collarbone.

Then-lower. His fingertips found the edge of her skirt and paused there.

She didn't stop him.His hand slipped under.

Clara's knees trembled as his fingers slid up her inner thigh-slow, careful, teasing.

"You're shaking," he murmured.

"I'm turned on."

"Good."

When his fingers reached her panties, they were already damp.

He pressed against the wet cotton, dragging two fingers along her slit.

"Fuck," he whispered. "You're soaked."

She whimpered.

Her head tipped back, thudding softly against the books behind her.

He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, found her folds, and slowly slid two fingers between them. Hot. Wet. Silky.

She gasped-then bit her lip to silence it.

"I want to feel you come," he said softly. "Right here. Right fucking now."

He circled her clit with precise, firm strokes-just the right pressure.

Clara moaned quietly, thighs parting, hips rocking forward.

"You're going to keep your eyes on me," Julian whispered. "And when you come, you're going to bite my coat so no one hears."

Her whole body was burning.His fingers moved faster, rubbing tight circles, then dipping inside her-two fingers curling up, working rhythmically.

The sound of slick heat was obscene in the quiet aisle.

She pressed her face into the wool of his coat, breathing harder, moaning into the fabric.

"Oh my God-don't stop-don't-"

"I won't. Fucking soak my hand, Clara."

Her legs shook.

He thrust his fingers deep and angled them just right-and she broke.

Her orgasm hit like lightning.

She buried her cry into his chest, teeth catching on the lapel of his coat as her pussy clenched and pulsed around his fingers, wetness gushing over his hand.

He held her steady, fingers still stroking slow inside her as she trembled and gasped against him.

When she finally looked up, her lipstick was smeared and her eyes were glazed.

Julian leaned down, his mouth close to her ear."Rilke next," he whispered. "And then I'm going to taste you."

The poetry aisle had turned from sacred space to sin-drenched altar, but Julian wasn't done with her-not even close.

Clara's legs were still shaky from the orgasm he'd pulled out of her with nothing but his fingers and a few whispered lines of Neruda. She clutched the edge of the shelf as her breath slowed, her panties soaked, thighs trembling, lips parted in dazed disbelief.

Julian leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth-soft, sweet. Almost reverent.

Then he murmured, "Back there."

He nodded toward the rear of the store, behind a half-curtained passage marked STAFF ONLY-where the lighting faded, and dusty crates of used books lined the walls.

Clara didn't speak. She just turned and walked, her knees still weak, heart racing.

Julian followed.

Back stacks. No cameras. No witnesses. Just the heavy scent of paper and want.

As soon as they were hidden behind the curtain, he pressed her against the wall of crates, mouth finding her neck, sucking deep bruises into her skin. She gasped, moaned, grabbed his coat lapels.

"Julian..."

He dropped to his knees.

Clara's eyes widened. "Wait, here? You're serious-?"

He didn't answer. He was already pushing her skirt up, sliding her soaked panties down her legs. They clung to her thighs, sticky with her arousal.

When she stepped out of them, he caught them mid-drop and tucked them into his coat pocket with a smirk.

"Mine now," he said.

Then he lifted one of her thighs over his shoulder, steadying her against the books behind her, and leaned in.

His mouth found her slit like it belonged there.

Clara nearly screamed.

His first lick was slow-obscene, from bottom to top, tongue flat and greedy. Then a second, firmer. His lips sealed over her clit and he sucked, just once, and her head thudded back against the wooden shelves.

"FUCK-Julian-oh my God-"

He growled into her pussy, hands gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise, tongue now relentless-lapping, flicking, circling, pressing.

Her juices coated his face, slick and hot and sweet. He fucking devoured her like a starving man, burying his face deeper, nose rubbing her clit as he tongue-fucked her entrance.

"Shit-fuck-don't stop-don't you dare stop-" she babbled, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.

He didn't.

He moaned into her-moaned-sending vibration after filthy vibration through her core.

She couldn't stand.

Her free leg buckled, and he pinned her tighter to the shelf, fucking her with his mouth like he meant to ruin her.

Two fingers joined his tongue-sliding into her heat with a wet squelch that echoed off the old wood.

"Julian-fuck-I'm gonna come-I'm-I-oh my God-"

Her orgasm hit like a wave breaking over rocks.

She bit her own wrist to keep from screaming, eyes wide, body convulsing as she came against his mouth-gushing, trembling, shaking so violently he had to hold her upright.

He kept licking. Softer now, lazy swirls of his tongue as her pussy twitched around his fingers and leaked down his wrist.

When she finally sagged into the shelf, he kissed her inner thigh, then stood.

His face was wet. Glazed in her.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then leaned close and whispered against her ear.

"Next time you'll ride my cock right here."

She couldn't speak. Her mouth opened-but only a moan came out.

He kissed her-slow, filthy, wet-making her taste herself on his tongue.

Clara was still trying to catch her breath, thighs shaking, panties gone, when Julian took her by the wrist and pulled her toward the center of the back room-toward a waist-high poetry cart stacked with old, half-priced paperbacks.

She knew exactly what he meant to do.And she let him.

The moment they reached it, he spun her around, bent her forward, and pressed her chest down over the books.

The cart wobbled slightly under the sudden weight of her body, her bare ass now fully exposed beneath her hitched-up skirt.

She looked over her shoulder.

His belt was already unbuckled.

She licked her lips.

"Don't go slow."

Julian's eyes darkened.

"Oh, baby," he said, stroking his thick, leaking cock through her slick folds. "I'm not here to be gentle."

He lined himself up and shoved inside.One brutal, perfect thrust.

Clara choked on a moan, eyes slamming shut, fingers clutching the edges of the cart.

He was big-thick, hot, hard as fuck-and buried so deep she could feel him pressing against everything inside her.

Julian groaned behind her, hands gripping her hips like handles.

"Fuck, you feel like heaven. This pussy's so wet for me. You wanted this the moment we touched that fucking book, didn't you?"

"Y-yes," she gasped, pushing her hips back against him. "Wanted your cock in me. Hard. Rough. Just like this-fuck me-"

He did.

Hard, fast thrusts that slammed into her, making her tits bounce against the books.

The sound of skin against skin was loud, wet, primal.

Every thrust shoved her forward, spine arching, pussy clenching.

"You hear that?" he growled. "That's the sound of this tight little cunt taking me."

"Julian-fuck-deeper-please-"

He bent over her back, lips brushing her ear.

"You love being used like this, don't you? Bent over a poetry cart, books digging into your tits, stuffed full of cock while someone could walk in any second."

"Yes," she sobbed. "Fuck, I love it-I'm your dirty little bookstore slut-don't stop-"

He didn't.

He slammed into her harder, fucking her with abandon, thick cock splitting her open again and again, each thrust driving a new moan from her throat.

Then he reached around, found her clit, and rubbed-fast, firm, ruthless.

Her whole body jerked.

"I'm gonna come," she cried. "Julian-I'm gonna-fuck-"

"Then fucking come for me," he growled. "Soak my cock. Let this shelf hear how messy you are."

She broke.

Her orgasm ripped through her, pussy convulsing around him, screaming into the books as she gushed, soaked, trembled beneath his grip.

He wasn't far behind.

With a final thrust, he groaned into her neck and came deep-hot, thick, pulsing inside her as he buried himself to the hilt.

They stayed like that-breathing hard, sweating, shaking.

Clara laughed, breathless. "That was... not subtle."

Julian pulled out slowly, kissing her shoulder. "Neither are you, sweetheart."

She looked back at him, eyes still dazed."Think they'll let us back in next week?"

Julian smirked. "Only if we leave the cart standing."