Short and Sweet

Xcite Books Ltd

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 13,100
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A collection of five erotic stories with bisexual and menage themes.

Short and Sweet by Sommer Marsden

Poppy and Ryan are used to making the most of their lunch breaks. Taking that time to get down to the business of pleasure. But when Meredith walks in on one of their decadent rendezvous, things go from short and sweet to short, sweet and seductive.

A Cut Above by Izzy French

Clara is in desperate need of a makeover and pampering after finding her ex Sean inflagrante with two women – women Clara found attractive herself. And she also needs to get her mojo back. Marcus and Monique, partners and hairdressers, are the perfect couple to offer their services. In the salon after hours she relinquishes control of her look to Marcus. Monique, beautiful and sexy, touches Clara, but it is Clara who immediately gains control, much to Monique’s apparent astonishment. Marcus, at first happy to watch the two women enjoy each other, is eventually tempted by the sight of their beautiful writhing bodies and joins them, to everyone’s mutual satisfaction.

Barbecue by Landon Dixon

‘Man Wanted’, that’s what the sign in the window of the roadside diner read. And the drifter dumped out in that middle of nowhere was just the man Steve and Laura were looking for, to help them out in the restaurant, and behind the counter. Only, things quickly went from steamy to red-hot, when more than just food got the Barbecue treatment.

The Window Cleaner by Eva Hore

Who had the better job, the private investigator in a law firm or the window cleaner? Sitting at his desk this PI sees more than he bargained for and what he witnesses has him questioning just that – who does have the better job?

Dream World by Tony Haynes

In the early 22nd century, the first of a brand new type of theme park opened. They fast became “the” place for young, single, broad minded 22nd century girls to visit. The more Renee heard about them, the more intrigued she became. Dream World is the story of Renee’s first trip to the resort and the characters that she meets there: the beautiful, enigmatic Philomena; the charming, roguish Pan and the most smooth, suave devil a girl could wish to encounter...

These stories have also been published in Best of Both ISBN 9781907761669

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Heat coursed through my veins. It had only been a few weeks that Ryan and I had been making the most of our breaks, so to speak, but much like Pavlov’s dog, I immediately warmed to hear the word break.

‘We will,’ I mumbled. I headed toward the ladies’ room and Ryan headed to the break room. We’d hook up in the teeny tiny anteroom that was only used to hold supplies. I fluffed my hair, smiled at myself in the mirror, felt my pussy grow slick and wet as my heart galloped in my chest.

‘Calm, Poppy,’ I told myself, applying deep red lipstick and using my fingertips to pull straight black bits of hair down to kiss my cheekbones. Better.

After I’d counted to 150, I sauntered to the break room, past the small tables and into the tiny back room that no one ever used. It was really just a glorified closet.

‘There she is. Get your pants down,’ Ryan growled so softly it was like a gritty whisper.

The tiny hairs on my nape tingled with excitement and I crushed myself to him, kissing him once for luck. A rough needy kiss that let him know I was desperate for him. The days since my break up had been too long, the days since his had been even longer. We were friend, confidante, drug of choice and emotion tamer for each other. A good set up, if you must know.

‘I will, I will. But why? What ya want to do to me?’ I teased, even as I ran my hand up the hard hump of his cock in his pants. I kissed his neck, inhaling the dark scent of him. Smoke and cold air and woody notes that made me think of camping.

‘Anything I can manage in 30 minutes.’

He spun me and my blood tingled in my veins, my stomach dipped and I sighed out a long breath, bracing myself on the small counter, mostly overloaded with paper napkins and boxes of plastic eating utensils for the café. I splayed my fingers, my black-red nail polish gleaming in the meagre light. He was yanking my pants down with brutish eager yanks. His fingers found my cunt and he thrust once and once was all it took for my knees to sag a bit.

‘Oh, jeeze,’ I breathed.

‘Oh jeeze, is right. You’re such a little whore. So, so wet, Poppy girl.’

I smiled, bit my lip, pressed my bottom back toward him to open my pussy for more of Ryan. God, how this man knew what he was doing. Fingers, tongue, cock – Ryan knew how to work me. Small strands of hair licked at my forehead, tickling me so I shivered. I brushed my bangs back as he slipped another finger into me, curling his digits slowly so he ignited that small bundle of nerves that made my nipples spike and my skin pebble with gooseflesh.

‘Wet little Poppy … needs to be fucked.’

It wasn’t a question but I said yes anyway. He chuckled darkly and his zipper purred in my ears.

‘Stop with the small talk and do me,’ I ordered, but there was laughter in my voice. I could never pull off the bad girl dirty talk.

‘Right. Let’s get on with the nasty stuff, then.’ Ryan’s fingers gripped my hips and he pushed the tip of his cock to my wet entrance. I put my head down, holding my breath, waiting for him to enter me – fill me up and take me under where I felt peaceful and wanted and alive.

‘Ry …’ I whispered, gripping the counter.

‘Impatience,’ he sighed, but he thrust harder like I needed and filled me with his hard length. ‘There. Better?’ His fingers tripped softly up the knobs of my spine and then he smoothed circles with the palm of his hand. The sound of his skin on mine was a secretive sound.

‘Yes, better.’ I rocked back to take him deeper, my fingers, slick and fumbling, found my clit and I discovered my rhythm. The first orgasm was rushing toward me like a fireball. It had been a few days, I was so eager. I’d been anticipating time alone all day. My body was ready and warm for him the moment our boss had ordered a break.

‘Come on, I can feel it. Give it to me,’ Ryan said. He feathered both hands along the small of my back and then gripped me hard and shoved deep. I came with a rush of air and a shiver that rocked my body like a small quake.

‘Good girl. That was nice. What a tight little cunt you have.’ The words alone had me back on the edge of another release. Ryan was hypnotic. Were I not so down on love right now, I thought I could love him. Maybe one day. He was dirty and he was crass and he could be a bit scary even – so big and lumbering with a mane of dark brown hair and a beard that hid half his face. If angered he resembled a bear. But under it all was a brilliant awesome man who touched me like I was made of glass or steel depending on my mood.

The door opened and we froze. I felt my heart stagger and spots bloomed in my vision. It was Meredith and she was almost all the way in the tiny room before she registered what was going on.

‘Oh – my – oh! I’m so sorry. Oh God I …’

‘Get in here and shut the fucking door,’ I growled, Ryan’s cock still buried deep inside me. Still hard. Still welcome. Though he hadn’t moved, he was holding me in a death grip like I might float off.

The door snicked shut and Ryan started to move imperceptibly. He laughed. He knew me so well. We’d need to share more than fucking if we ever moved forward in the future he’d told me one night that we went out for beers.

And now here she was – Meredith – pretty, brown haired, skittish little girl. I’d liked her from the get-go. I’d wondered about kissing her more than once. Ever since Joelle and I split, I’d been lusting after the kiss of feminine lips. I grabbed her by her white uniform blouse and tugged her in. She stumbled and sputtered but when I got her close and kissed her, she sighed. Even as her small white hands hovered in the air like pale butterflies. She didn’t try and pull away. She didn’t scream and run.

She kissed me back.

‘On the counter, pants off,’ I ordered and Ryan grunted, moving slow – delaying his orgasm, no doubt.

‘But I…I mean, I don’t want to interru … and I’m not sure if …’ The words tumbled out of her mouth, tripping over one another. She wasn’t making any sense.

I shook her once. ‘Do you want to join us or no?’

It was an easy question.

Her big blue eyes darted to me and then Ryan, finally settled on my mouth. I watched her watching me, feeling the small aftershocks of my orgasm firing off in my pussy. I licked my lips and she nodded once. ‘Yes.’

That’s how we got her on the counter with her pants off. The door had been blocked with a chair and I shivered at the smell of us all in the tiny room. Pure, unadulterated sex. I inhaled the scent of sweet Meredith before I even touched her. When I touched her it got even better. Smooth pale skin under my fingertips as I traced her labia and kissed her inner thighs. My lipstick leaving little red ghost images of my mouth on her skin.

‘Jesus, I’m a dead man,’ Ryan said, gripping me tight, thrusting slow but deep inside of me where my muscles gripped him with a slippery kind of greed.

‘Hang on, big boy.’

I kissed her outer lips until she gripped the edge of the counter and her trim hips shot up to meet me in little blips and jerks. I tsked teasingly but licked a wet split along her sex and found the tiny knot of her clit. Her fingers threaded in my hair and she tugged.

The pain shot through my scalp but my cunt clenched up around Ryan from the pain. He sighed and I sighed and the warmth and wetness on Miss Meredith made her sigh. I nibbled her until she wiggled and then I started to lick her in earnest, finding her slippery pussy with my finger and fucking her slowly until she gasped.

Pushing back to Ryan, welcoming him to move, we began our short and sweet break. He fucked me, rocking me hard, driving me forward. The motions of him moving into me, shoved me between Meredith’s pretty legs, making me half crazy with lust. I sealed my mouth to Meredith, licking and sucking until she came with a short cry, adrenaline fuelling a speedy finish.

‘Fuck,’ Ryan said and gripped me so hard I knew I’d wear his fingerprints for days – a thought that turned me on no end.

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