Sizzling Teasers

Roxanna Cross

Description

This anthology includes ten short-short and short stories to scorch-up the sheets with all levels of heat imaginable. With a bit of everything to please everyone. From exhibitionism, to tasty morsels, and switch personalities, BDSM with active role play, even sushi Goddess's, to unrequited love, threesomes and foursomes, even the paranormal comes and lends a hand.

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 21 octobre 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781785380136
• Langue: English

Extrait

Title Page
SIZZLING TEASERS
Roxanna Cross



Publisher Information
Sizzling Teasers
published in 2014 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Roxanna Cross 2014
The right of Roxanna Cross to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Dedication
This book is dedicated first and foremost to my family. Without their loving support and understanding this work would have never seen the light of day. A special thank you goes out to my parents who have taught me never to give up on my dreams as they are now baring fruits. And to my husband and girls all I can say is…sorry I live in my own head so often. I do appreciate that when I come of my bubble you are all there for me. I love you guys.



Strangers in the Night
While waiting for an answer on the other side of the line, Jay cradled the phone in the nook of his neck and shoulder.
With a sigh he dropped the phone on the soft golden duvet. He racked his hair with unsteady hands. Thoughts of home overwhelmed him. Could it be that in the few weeks spent on the road ... Jay stopped the thought before it could fully formulate. The essence of it made his insides coil. Why no answer?
His gaze settled on the red digits of the clock radio 10:57. Later than usual, yet he couldn’t bring himself to stretch out and fall asleep. They always talked before falling asleep, a special rule of theirs - one he cherished.
His lips curved into a smile as he remembered waking up with the phone glued to his face a couple days ago. The smile quickly faded as he pictured the phone ringing unanswered on the bedside table in the master bedroom. Then the image of the empty king sized bed flashed across his mind. Or maybe it’s not empty . His thoughts twisted in fury. He shook his head to erase the painful picture.
Pinching his lips together, he jerked his arms out of the long white cotton sleeves of the bathrobe and tossed it roughly on the bed. “Sonofabitch,” he cursed when his watch caught on a loose thread. Jay yanked on the offending piece of fabric, then pulled on his jeans and sweater before leaving the room.
***
Savannah wiped down the tables and picked up the empty plates with robotic movements. Her mind drifted far away from the 5 th Street Soda Shoppe where she worked seven days a week. She just couldn’t shake the unnerving thoughts.
Honestly girl, fretting over a crazy gypsy fortune teller’s reading! It’s all nonsense, she told herself. The old lady just made it all up. Its way too twisted to be true. I would never. I would never. I would never . She repeated this mantra to herself to keep some form of sanity. Unfortunately, it didn’t help. Savannah cursed her own stupidity - letting words, absurd ones at that, stress her out.
Dammit!
Why couldn’t she shake them? Engrossed in her circling thoughts, she moved around the Shoppe like a robot, not paying attention to any of the patrons. Arms loaded with dirty dishes, she backed out of the last red vinyl booth seat, tucked away in a far off corner, and slammed right into a hard surface. The crash of dishes bounced off the thin walls and made her ears ring.
When the hell did we put in a wall here?
She hated bending over in this 50s-era flippy waitress skirt that the owner called a uniform.
Why did I ever take this stupid job?
Dozens of reasons swarmed around her mind. Primarily, the fact that her ex-fiancé had cleaned out their joint bank account and disappeared off the face of the earth with their entire life savings - a small fortune - but one she needed all the same. That jerk had wined her, dined her, bedded her, and given her the most exquisite ring, and then wham ! Three months before the wedding, he’d vanished - the bastard - leaving her with all the wedding debts and piles of credit card bills, not to mention the mortgage on the brand-spanking-new condo they’d just bought - which she hadn’t been able to sell.
Waitressing had become the best way to make the extra money she so desperately needed to keep a roof over her head.
Resigned, she bent over and pulled her left knee onto the squeaky vinyl seat, giving herself extra leverage to reach under the table. She hated to have her butt exposed for all to see, but the dishes certainly weren’t going to pick themselves up.
***
Jay walked into the Soda Shoppe and ordered a malt chocolate shake. He appreciated the authentic feel of the little diner: the black and white ceramic tiles, chrome counters, chequered tablecloths, red vinyl stools and booths, and the old fashioned mixers along the back wall. A cosy haven for lost treasures of the 50s.
With his eyes locked on the various memorabilia on the walls, he made his way to the far corner booth. Suddenly, a tall slender figure bumped into him. It took him a few seconds to realize that his shake had dripped all over him. The ice cream seeped through the cotton of his shirt and he didn’t care. The heat infusing him from within counteracted the icy mess. As if in a trance, he wiped it away and placed the half-empty glass on the table top.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off the long shapely legs and curvy buttocks in front of him. He wanted to clear his throat and apologize. Instead, he swallowed hard when the buttocks made contact with his loins. His cock sprang to life and pulsed uncomfortably against the tight confines of the denim. Without thinking, he reached out to caress the lovely cheeks. Blinking rapidly and licking his now very dry upper lip, he stopped himself when his fingers were mere inches away from the elevated bottom.
What the hell is happening to me?
***
Savannah felt instant heat in her lower abdomen when her buttocks grazed the bulging head of a hard cock.
Not a wall. A man. I backed into a man. And now my butt is perfectly aligned with his cock .
Savannah knew that she should stand up right away. She should pull forward - move away from the heat.
She didn’t.
She looked down and saw the broken pieces of the last plate under the table. To bend down lower would be very naughty . She bit her lip.
When’s the last time you’ve been naughty? Never, that’s when. Grab this opportunity now!
Ignoring her logical brain, she acted on impulse and bent down lower.
Lower.
Until she knew that the stranger behind her would get an eyeful of her hot pink G-string.
***
Jay held his breath.
Seconds ticked by; his heart slammed against his chest as if keeping time. Still she remained stock still. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His jaw automatically locked as he gritted his teeth together and silently prayed. Please straighten up. I beg you to move away from my raging hard-on . I can’t...
Heat consumed him when he watched her body bend lower. The beads of sweat trickled down his spine as he fought to bottle up the wild lust surging through him. Lust he couldn’t phantom to understand because he hadn’t felt it rise inside him for years. Confusion with a hint of despair clouded his brain. Confused or not, he lost the battle when the beautiful buttocks made second contact and he caught a glimpse of the hot pink string wedged between the oh-so tempting flesh. When his fingers twitched forward he didn’t stop them. This time he let his hands roam free. His fingers glided over the soft skin and slowly made their way to the tiny string.
She’ll pull away. She’ll stand up, slap me the face. Fuck, she has to do something to stop me. No, I need to stop myself. Shit, I shouldn’t be doing this.
Even though his thoughts screamed at him to stop, his fingers kept trailing downwards; slowly he reached under the soft string and pushed it aside.
***
Savannah’s heart raced.
A stranger invaded her personal space - strong hands touched her body - and by God, she liked it!
Moisture pooled between her pussy lips when his fingers reached under the string of her underwear. She wanted, no, she craved his fingers slipping inside her. She needed to feel his thumb circle her clitoris.
To be honest, she really wanted his hard cock pumping inside of her, wild and fast, hard and slow. She moaned deep inside her throat when his fingers trailed along her juicy slit.
***
Jay felt like a firecracker - all lit up and ready to explode. Every breath he took filled him with more heat - heat that fuelled his desire for this beautiful stranger bent before him. He shifted to readjust the torturous pressure of his erection against his fly. He wanted to release it and drive it deep inside of her - to feel her juices flow over his tight, hyper-sensitive skin.
He heard a moan of desire escape her, and couldn’t believe it. The sweet sound of her voice ringing in his ears broke the last of his restraint. His hands shook as he let them travel between her legs and caressed the soft thatch of curls hidden there. Another moan floated out of her. With his thumb, he circled her throbbing clitoris.
Oh holy shit, she wants this just as much as I do. And the fact that he did want her terrified him. He couldn’t help it the fire surged through him and it couldn’t be denied.
Even though he know he would have to dive in his twisted psyche later, he stayed in t