Trussed Up
Trussed Up
by Robyn Michaels
© 2008, All Rights Reserved
How did she allow herself to get roped into this nightmare? Literally.
Damn it, Jason shouldn’t be so gorgeous.
She never could say no to her best friend. Emily was sure she’d finally learned her lesson this time.
Being trussed up like a Christmas goose wasn’t what she’d had in mind when she agreed to go out with Jason’s buddy, Trent. She also hadn’t anticipated agreeing to Trent’s sexy suggestion to have a bit of fun. After years of lusting after Jason, she’d finally decided she had to get over him. Trent seemed to offer the perfect way to break out of her shell.
Where had the damn man gone after he finished tying her to the bed in Jason’s guest room? He’d just looked at his handiwork, winked at her while sporting his wicked grin and walked out, turning out the light as he left. He’d ignored her protests about leaving and hadn’t answered any of the questions she’d yelled after his retreating form.
Finally, Emily heard sounds from outside the door.
“Trent, get your ass in here and let me go!” She yelled loudly.
She heard footsteps making their way to the guest room.
“Where the hell have you been?” She asked angrily. “Get me out of this mess!”
The light flickered on, momentarily blinding her. After her eyes finally adjusted to the brightness, she groaned when she saw it wasn’t Trent standing in the open door. Oh shit, not him!
Jason just smiled before stepping into the room, silently closing the door behind him.
Drawing the Line Between Love and Hate
Drawing the Line Between Love and Hate
by
Robyn Michaels
© All Rights Reserved
He had to be the most infuriating man I’d ever met in my life. Arrogant, self-important, egotistical bastard got on my last nerve from the first day he joined the firm.
I’m a drafting assistant for a large architectural firm downtown. The Architect I was assigned to had retired just a few weeks earlier, so when Samuel Rivers, III, joined the firm, guess who got to work with him…yeah, you got it in one, me.
I’ve worked for Robinson & Thomas Architectural for five years and love my job. I started in the secretarial pool but quickly moved up to drafting assistant when Mr. Robinson discovered my natural drafting talents. For the last three years, I’ve worked with Mr. Robinson’s uncle Bob, a serious but pleasant man who decided to retire after a health scare forced him to reevaluate his priorities.
Samuel, do not call him Sam, thank you very much, was the most promising applicant for the vacant position and was hired on the spot. I was sitting at my drafting station when Mr. Thomas entered the office with Samuel in tow. Introductions were made. The look in Samuel’s eyes immediately registered in my mind as conceited.
“Elena, please catch Samuel up to speed on the Cooper plans. He’ll be handling that one from now on, as well as the Long project and the Simons Academy addition.” Mr. Thomas shook Samuel’s hand, “Welcome to the firm, son.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Mr. Thomas left me alone with assuredly the best looking man I’d laid eyes on in a long time. In most situations, I would have been nervous, but not in my office. I’m good at my job and, over the last few years, have gained a lot of confidence while working with Bob. Now, if I’d seen Samuel out in a bar, I’d have definitely given him a second look. His stylishly cut coal black hair, vivid blue eyes, cleft chin and dimpled left cheek were the stuff of dreams, wet dreams that is. Unfortunately, I didn’t meet him in a bar, but at the office.
“Bob kept all his drawing in the file drawers filed by the client’s last name.” I stood and walked toward the far side of the room where the larger drafting station was positioned in front of the wall of glass overlooking the city. “Before he retired, he wrote out notes on each job and placed them with the appropriate drawings.”
I turned to see if he had followed me to his new desk but he was still standing in the center of the room, glaring at me.
“I think I can figure out where everything is Ms. Reid. I’ve been an Architect for a number of years now and there aren’t many places that drawings could be placed.”
“Please call me Elena. If we’re going to be working together, I don’t think we have to be quite so formal.” I smiled at him, trying to quell my dislike for the handsome asshole who I was going to have to work with for who knows how long. “May I call you Sam?”
“No. My name isn’t Sam. It’s Samuel.” He looked thoughtful for a moment, curtly nodded once, “I guess that would be acceptable.”
Of all the high-handed, supercilious, pugnacious…
I plastered a strained smile on my face before replying, “Alright, Samuel it is.”
That was our first exchange of pleasantries as co-workers.
Over the next month, our working relationship could be described as cool at best, strained at worst. I tried, really I did, to be as pleasant as possible to Samuel. It didn’t help in the least that the longer I worked with him, the less I was sure whether I wanted to punch him or rip his clothes off. Mostly, I wanted to punch him. Knock him on his tight, sexy ass.
He’s unquestionably one of the most talented Architects to ever work at the firm. It’s just too bad he knows it. After he solved one particularly challenging aspect of the Simons Academy floor plans, I made it a point to compliment him on the innovative solution he had come up with regarding the eco-friendly waste disposal facility on the school grounds. When he smiled, it lit up those gorgeous blue eyes and I felt a rush of arousal slam into me when I spied the deep dimple in his left cheek. As quickly as it appeared, however, the smile dissolved into his normal stoic expression and he mumbled a polite ‘Thank you’ before returning his attention to the drawing on his table.
During that first month, I often felt like I was being watched and chalked it up to nerves since I never caught Samuel looking my way. Each evening I drove home ranting to myself about one comment or another that the egotistical ass had made during the day. Unfortunately, each night my dreams were filled with erotic images of that same ass, naked as the day he was born, laid out on my bed and ready to fill me up with his steel-hard cock. I awoke every morning on the verge of orgasm, arousal thrumming through my veins and none of my toys were satisfying the need building inside me. It was getting to the point that I couldn’t look at the man without a gush of liquid soaking my panties and making me want to do things to him that I had no business wanting to do. The fact that I wanted him so much made me hate him that much more. I was beginning to lose my mind.
It was the second week of August, Samuel’s sixth week on the job, when things finally broke. The weather had been horribly hot that summer and being cooped up in an office with a man I both desired and hated didn’t make life any easier for me.
We were working late finishing up the Cooper plans, the last ones in the office that Friday night. I was working on the final electrical plans and Samuel was putting the finishing touches on the floor plans, making last minute changes that the client had requested earlier that day. It was heading toward seven o’clock when he spoke up.
“Are you hungry?”
He startled me with an actual personal question.
I chuckled, “Actually, now that you mention it, I am.”
“Since we’re going to be here for a while, why don’t you order some take-out for dinner?”
We decided on pizza since there was a locally owned pizzeria just down the street from our building. He paid the delivery guy out of petty cash and we decided to eat in the break room so as to avoid getting sauce on any of the drawings.
After literally wolfing down a couple of slices, Samuel leaned back in his chair and took a drink of his soda, all the while watching me eat. His scrutiny was beginning to make me nervous since it was causing all those naughty fantasies to run through my mind.
“What?” I finally had to ask, laying down my half-eaten slice. “Do I have something on my face? Sauce? Cheese? What?” I lifted my can of soda and took a sip.
“No, nothing like that.” He tilted his head to the side, staring at me with an intensity that made me want to squirm in my seat. Liquid flooded my panties when he ran his tongue across his lower lip. “I’m just trying to figure out what it is about you.”
“Huh? What it is about me?” I shook my head in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
“Well, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
If he had said he’d hired a hit man to bump me off, I don’t think he could have surprised me any more than he did with that simple statement.
“I know you can’t stand me and I don’t say that I blame you. I’m not the easiest person to get along with according to my parents.” He took another drink before setting his can on the table. “Since that first day in the office, you’ve had me off kilter. Half the time I don’t know if I’m coming or going.”
Stunned beyond words, I simply sat there staring at this man who looked like my co-worker but certainly didn’t sound like him.
“I’ve been a jerk and I’m sorry for treating you so badly.” He shot me a half-hearted, bone-melting grin and took a deep breath before continuing. “In all honesty, I don’t know how to act around you. I think that’s why I’m always so, I don’t know, hard to get along with.” He shrugged. “The firm has a policy discouraging fraternization between employees but I swear that’s all I can think of when we’re in the same room together.”
I watched him lean forward in his chair, his gaze never leaving my face.
“I-I don’t know what to say.” I inhaled, faintly smelling his cologne mixed with the aroma of the pizza. “To be honest, I’m not sure what I think of you Samuel.”
“Sam. I think I’d like for you to call me Sam, Elena.”
“Okay, Sam, I think you’re a brilliant Architect. Talented, intelligent, handsome…” My voice trailed off as I realized what had just slipped out.
His eyes brightened immediately and his mega-watt smile nearly knocked me on my ass.
“Handsome, huh?”
“As if you don’t know that already.”
“Well, I didn’t know you thought so.” His dimple flashed again, making me want to kiss it before moving on to his plump lips. He stood and grabbed my hand in his much larger ones and pulled me up from my chair and firmly against his hard body. “So, where do we go from here?”
“I have no idea.” I could feel his erection pressing into my stomach, causing my core to clench in need. “Where do you want this to go?”
“I know exactly where.” His expression was decidedly wicked as he lowered his face toward mine and whispered, “My bed.”
He pressed his lips to mine, firmly, possessively. He urged my mouth open and plundered its depths, tasting and teasing every inch of it. His tongue tangled with mine, tempting me to follow it back and taste him in return. I couldn’t get enough of the heady flavor that was more than just the sum of what we’d eaten. It was masculine and uniquely Sam and I had to have more.
He pulled back, looked deep in my eyes. “What do you think about working Saturday?”
“Huh?” Confusion rolled over me.
“I think the Cooper plans can wait until tomorrow because I don’t think I can.” He pressed a quick kiss to my sudden smile. “I want you in my bed right this minute.”
“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”
Since that night six months ago, I won’t say that Sam hasn’t ever gotten on my nerves. But I will admit that when he does, he makes up for it in a most delicious way. I’ve always heard there’s a fine line between love and hate. Yeah, you know I think there is and I’m awfully glad to be on the side of love.
Just some random musings…
So, here I am, it’s Friday and the last day of work before I’m off for a week. Yea! I only get two weeks each year. I take half a week in the early part of the year, a full week just before Labor Day and then the other half week around Christmas. I’m very ready for this vacation week.
Although we don’t have anything major planned, I’m looking forward to some relaxing days of sleeping late, visiting some local tourist areas, getting some writing done, and mostly just being off from work. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got a great job. My boss is easy to work for and the work isn’t physically demanding, although it can be a mental challenge at times. I work for a lawyer who does a wide range of cases, from business law to divorces to criminal defense. It can get a bit wacky at times too, especially some of the divorces.
I’ve got some books I’m looking forward to reading while I’m vegging out at home, both review books and those simply for pleasure. I can’t wait!
The only bad thing about being off for a full week, and I know a lot of you can relate to this, is the fact that nothing will get done while I’m gone. A really nice lady fills in for me when I’m off (the boss’ mother), but she mostly just answers the telephone and makes notes about things that pile up while I’m out. So, come Tuesday morning next week, I know I’ll have my work cut out for me. *sigh* But, all in all, it will be worth it to have some extra time with my hubby.
In the meantime, I’ve got to get a few things lined up so that my boss doesn’t forget to go to Court at the proper times, with the proper files, next week. Wish me luck on getting it all done before 5:00 pm rolls around.
It’s Over
Another short flash…are you getting tired of these yet? lol
It‘s Over
by Robyn Michaels
© All Rights Reserved
“Sometimes, love just isn’t enough.” Sandreen kept her eyes downcast, unable to meet Kyle’s gaze as he stared down at her. She knew she still loved him and thought that he still loved her, at least in his own way. Unfortunately, she couldn’t trust him. Too many times, she’d pinned her hopes on this man, and every single time, he’d let her down. This was the last time he would break her heart.
“San, baby, you know you don’t want me to leave.” He reached out, taking her hands in his and pulling her up from the chair in which she sat. He tugged her against his hard chest, released her hands and wrapped his arms around her back. “We’ve been together too long to just throw that away over a misunderstanding.”
Kyle brushed his lips lightly across hers before pressing harder, swiping his tongue along the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open to him. She knew she should resist, but somehow just knowing this would be the last time that she’d touch him, taste him, she couldn’t push him away. Her arms rose and loosely wrapped around his neck. With a moan, she opened to his questing tongue. He plunged into the heated cavern of her mouth; their tongues dueling for dominance, chasing from her mouth to his.
Abandoning her mouth, he trailed a line of kisses over her jaw, down her throat and into the deep v of her cleavage. He released his hold on her and she felt his fingers systematically release the buttons of her shirt and her arms slipped from around his neck. He pushed her shirt apart and flicked open the front clasp of her bra. It too was pushed wide and she was bared to his sight. He groaned as he latched on to one of the plump nipples, sucking it into the heat of his mouth. After teasing and tormenting one nipple for what seemed hours, he switched and lavished the same attention on the second breast.
Sandreen felt the liquid gush from her core with each tug of Kyle’s eager mouth. His obvious arousal pressed against her as he kissed his way from one nipple to the other and back again. Before Kyle, she’d never had a lover who lavished her breasts with such attention. She would miss his talented mouth.
Abruptly, she found herself bent over the back of the sofa, Kyle pressed against her ass, her skirt hiked up around her waist. She felt him crouch behind her. He reached up and tugged her panties down her legs, lifting first one and then the other leg to slide them completely off.
“Kyle, we shouldn’t…” Her words died in her throat as his tongue slipped between the lips of her sex. Moisture surged from her, coating his nimble tongue. His groan of approval vibrated against her. She knew she couldn’t resist one last time to get her through the lonely times to come. She would hold this final memory close to her heart and bring it out when she missed him over the coming months.
“Fuck me Kyle.” She moaned. “Don’t make me wait.”
He rose from the floor. She heard his zipper lowering and then the rustling of a condom wrapper as he ripped it open. She widely parted her legs and then felt the head of his cock press against her opening, demanding entrance. She pushed back and he slipped inside, barely pausing before slamming in all the way. His hips pistoned faster and faster, setting a punishing rhythm as he pounded his cock into her depths. Sandreen sensed her orgasm hovering, winding tighter with each thrust of Kyle’s hips. Higher and higher it built.
“Come for me San, come now.” His thrusts sped up, pounding hard and fast. He growled and she felt warmth flood the condom, radiating into her channel. The heat was the last push she needed. Her orgasm exploded over her, her inner walls gripped his cock causing Kyle to jerk forward fully embedded inside her heat. He collapsed across her back and wrapped his arms around her.
“See how good we are together San.” He sighed in her ear.
“Let me up Kyle.” Sandreen fought the tears threatening to fall. She wouldn’t cry in front of him. That would come later, when she was alone. She felt him slip out of her and a piece of heart went with him. She stood, clutched her shirt closed across her chest and turned to face him.
Kyle had pulled up his jeans and zipped them. He watched her expression close to him.
“So, that’s it?” He knew it but had to hear it from her.
“Yeah, that’s it.” She sighed. “I’ll always love you Kyle, but I have to move on with my life. I’m getting too old to keep playing these games.”
“I do love you, San. I can’t say I’m happy about this, but I think I understand.” Taking a deep breath, he reached out and pulled her into his arms. He hugged her tightly, lightly kissed her lips, then released her. “If you ever need me, you know I’ll be there. You be happy baby.”
“I hope you find happiness too, Kyle.” Tears burned her eyes as she watched him cross the room and open the front door. He nodded once before stepping through and closing the door behind him. It was the end of an era, the conclusion of a major part of her life. Now, she just had to survive that end. She dropped onto the couch and the tears started to fall.
The Bathroom
Just another short flash piece.
The Bathroom
by Robyn Michaels
© All Rights Reserved
Naomi hated unisex bathrooms. There was no good reason to have to share a bathroom in a building as large as the one she worked in. But, here she was, seven o’clock at night, sitting in a stall, trying to remain invisible and silent as her worst nightmare unfolded on the other side of the door. A man, and not just any man, was in the bathroom with her; and, if that wasn’t bad enough, he’d brought a woman with him. The scene she saw through the crack in the door caused a quiet moan to slip from her throat.
She knew her eyes must be as big as silver dollars as she stared at Rex Dunaway, VP of Sales, in all his masculine splendor. He stood just a few feet away from Naomi’s position, his muscles looking even more perfectly formed than they did in the tight suit coat he normally sported. The coat was nowhere to be seen as he stood in the center of the bathroom, unbuckling the belt he wore.
But the sight that held her enthralled was the woman kneeling before him in a submissive position. Her long dark hair fell around her like a curtain as she bowed in front of the sexiest man in the building. Naomi had watched as the woman, Janeen, also from Sales, peeled away her red blouse and bra, revealing tiny metal clamps pinching her nipples before dropping to her knees. The short black skirt she wore wasn’t long enough to provide any padding as she knelt on the hard tile floor. Three inch ‘fuck me’ pumps in blood red leather to match the blouse and bra completed the outfit.
A movement jerked Naomi’s attention back to Rex as he unsnapped and unzipped his trousers, allowing his long, thick cock to spring free of its imprisonment. Naomi licked her lips at the sight of the most gorgeous phallus she’d ever seen dangling so close, yet so very far away. It was thick and long, topped by a dark plum shaped head, blue veins twining around the shaft, tempting her to take a lick. A drop of moisture glistened from the slit at the crown.
“Suck me.” Rex growled at the woman kneeling at his feet.
Janeen raised her head and licked her full lips at the bounty before her. She started to reach up with her hand but Rex pushed it away.
“Just your mouth. Hands behind your back.” Orders apparently came easily to him. Janeen readily complied.
Naomi couldn’t believe how much her arousal soared as he took control of the situation. She’d never desired being submissive to any man, but the thought of Rex ordering her to pleasure him set her on fire.
As she watched the other woman lean forward and take the engorged tip into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the solid shaft, Naomi felt a surge of jealousy. She wanted to be the one doing that…licking him, sucking him, bringing him pleasure.
She was stunned at the powerful feeling surging through her system. She barely knew Rex, just from company meetings and to nod and speak in the hallway. Yet, suddenly, she wanted to be where Janeen was, kneeling at his feet.
Rex cupped Janeen’s face between the palms of his hands, stilling her movements.
“I’m going to fuck you now, slut. And you’re going to take it, and enjoy it. Aren’t you?”
“Mmm mmm.” Unintelligible sounds came from the woman’s stuffed mouth.
Rex began to move, slowly at first, fucking Janeen’s mouth with steady thrusts and retreats. Naomi’s pussy pulsed in time with the thrusts, seeking to clamp down on something, anything. Her fingers strayed to the bottom of her skirt, sliding it upward over her thighs, before plunging beneath the elastic of her panties. With two fingers she parted the swollen folds of her sex, never taking her gaze off the crack in the door and the two figures on the other side. The tip of her middle finger found the bundle of nerves at the apex of her pussy and began circling the tiny bud, pushing her arousal higher.
A moan threatened to escape; she pressed the palm of her free hand to her mouth and bit down to hold the sound back.
Rex’s movements were growing faster as he thrust between the parted lips of his partner. Naomi’s movements mirrored his as she felt her orgasm building higher and higher.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth.” He growled in a sandpaper-rough voice. “Swallow it, all of it.”
His pace quickened and he fucked Janeen’s mouth in earnest. Naomi’s fingers flew over her clit, rubbing and pinching, stroking and pressing, sending her arousal soaring.
She saw the moment of climax reflected in his face. He threw back his head, closed his eyes and bellowed. Naomi watched the play of emotions across his face with rapt attention. Her own orgasm crashed over her and she bit down harder on her palm to stifle her instinctive shout.
She watched as Janeen struggled to swallow the load being pumped into her mouth, a tiny trickle slipping from the corner, sliding down her chin. Rex’s shaft was still hard when he pulled it from the woman’s mouth.
“Did you enjoy that, slut?” His voice back to his normal smooth as silk cadence. His palm caressed her cheek. “I know I did. I loved fucking your mouth.”
Naomi nearly groaned as the crude words caused the walls of her pussy to clench in reaction.
“I think it’s time we go on back to your place where I can fuck you properly,” his gaze shifted and he looked directly into Naomi’s startled face, “and privately.” His grin feral, he added, “Unless someone has another suggestion.”
First Steps
Yep, you got it…another flash.
First Steps
by Robyn Michaels
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Remy Lassiter was straight as an arrow. At least, he’d always thought he was – until the day he laid eyes on Colin Faraday. One look at the younger man had Remy’s mind conjuring images he’d never dreamed of, much less wanted to act upon.
Currently, Colin’s long blonde hair danced in the slight breeze as he stood on the pier looking out at the calm lake. His blue eyes were the color of the water sparkling in the bright sunshine. The red and black tank he sported pulled tautly across his lithely muscled chest and black shorts hugged an ass that Remy longed to take hold of and never let go.
Remy watched from his perch on the deck railing as the younger man glanced over his shoulder and caught him staring. A sultry smile spread across Colin’s face, causing Remy’s already rigid dick to firm to the consistency of case hardened steel.
“Remy! Come out here.” Colin shouted, then turned his back and walked to the edge of the pier.
Before Remy knew what he was doing, he was halfway down the path from the cabin to the pier. He never took his eyes off the tempting blonde as he made his way to the other man. He tried to act casual as he strolled across the planking, stopping at Colin’s side.
“How about a swim?” The laser bright, blue eyes were focused on Remy’s own. “Unless you have something better in mind…” He let the words trail off, leaving it to Remy to draw his own conclusion as to what Colin meant.
“Not really in the mood for a swim.” Remy looked out at the water and jammed his hands in the pockets of his cut-offs to keep them from reaching out and pulling the other man against him.
Colin’s smile was somehow even brighter when Remy looked back at him.
“What are you in the mood for?” The husky voice caused Remy’s cock to twitch anxiously against his zipper.
Colin moved closer before reaching up and sliding his thumb lightly across Remy’s lower lip. Remy fought to control the need to lick his lips, as well as the thumb currently sending his libido into overdrive. He stared at Colin, unsure what to expect next from the other man.
Colin’s thumb caressed Remy’s bottom lip once before moving to cup the taller man’s cheek. “God, do you know how beautiful you are?”
Surprise momentarily stole Remy’s voice. He blinked in confusion. “Who? Me? I don’t think so.” His brains felt scrambled by the intense look on Colin’s face. “I’m nothing special.”
“Oh, but you are.” Colin wrapped his hand around the back of Remy’s neck, pulling the taller man down. “I want you so damn bad.”
Colin’s lips pressed against Remy’s, gently at first but firmer, more demanding when a groan escaped from Remy. Colin draped both arms around Remy’s neck, drawing him downward. Seemingly of their own accord, Remy’s arms enfolded the man kissing him with such passion. His mouth opened eagerly when Colin’s tongue licked across the seam of his lips.
Remy was surprised at how different it felt to kiss another man. The slight scrape of stubble against his jaw was more erotic than he ever imagined. There was a primal quality to the kiss, nothing like the soft gentleness of a woman’s kiss. This raw quality fired his blood, making him want more.
“Need you.” Shit, did I just say that?
“Oh baby, you’ve got me.” Colin’s smile could rival the sun for warmth as he leaned back and looked deeply into Remy’s eyes. He stepped back, grasped the other man’s hand. “Let’s head back up to the cabin. I want you naked in my bed. Now!”
Remy didn’t know what would happen next, but wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to find out. Together with his new lover, he took the first steps into his future.
Primal Male
Another short flash piece I wrote.
Primal Male – Kellen
by Robyn Michaels
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Kellen tightly leashed the beast fighting to break free from its restraint within him. He had never had such trouble retaining his control in the presence of a woman. Something about the woman across the room from him had his beast chomping at the bit to get to her. The beast wanted to touch her, taste her, devour her and keep her with him forever.
Who was this vixen? He knew that he would remember her if he’d ever seen her before. There was no way he would forget that long midnight black hair currently hanging loosely around her heart-shaped face, flowing over her shoulders and down her back in gentle waves. Her creamy skin possessed a healthy glow even under the harshness of fluorescent lights. Jade green eyes were completely focused on her companion who stood with her back to him. The goddess’ perfect, bow shaped mouth tipped up in a smile at something her friend said, causing her nose to crinkle slightly and giving her a playful expression. Her hourglass figure was reminiscent of such beauties as Marilyn Monroe and Jayne Mansfield, all lush curves, pillowy breasts and long, long legs. The light, gauzy red dress she wore hugged her body, showcasing her figure to perfection.
Kellen silently groaned as his mind conjured images of the beautiful woman spread out naked on his bed. Her black hair spread across his pillows, her eyes heavy lidded with desire as she gazed up at him through thick lashes. He could imagine the feel of her soft skin as he caressed every inch of her delectable body. He would take his time kissing her one inch at a time. He would part her luscious thighs and settle in for a feast. Her cream would flow over his tongue as he licked her pussy, urging her body to climax. Once he made her scream in ecstasy using just his mouth, he would bring her to orgasm again and again with his hands and his cock. He could picture riding her, and her riding him, until they were both exhausted from the passion they shared.
His inner wolf again strained against its leash as it desperately tried to get closer to the goddess it wanted to claim in the most primal way possible. His human half wanted the same thing that his wolf did. Both parts of his soul recognized this woman, his woman. Kellen knew that this woman was his future, his heart and soul – his mate.
“Kellen!” Charity Grayson shouted as she literally flung herself into his arms. Kellen finally realized he knew the goddess’ companion. His brother Keene’s wife had to be the most enthusiastic and boisterous member of their Pack. “When did you get back?”
“Just now, Char.” He smiled indulgently at his sister-in-law before stepping back from her embrace and glancing down at her pronounced belly. “And, how is my nephew doing?”
“They are doing fine. Me…not so much.” She grimaced. “I feel like a beached whale waddling around on dry land.”
“They?”
“Oh, yes, didn’t Keene call you?” Rolling her eyes, she continued, “Can you believe we’re having triplets?”
“Wow, no, he didn’t say. I guess he was waiting until I got back home.” To say he was stunned would have been an understatement.
“Ah, well anyway, let me introduce you to our newest potential pack member.” Charity turned and motioned for the goddess to join them. “Kellen, this is Amber Larson. Amber, this is Keene’s brother, Kellen Grayson. He’s our Pack Alpha.”
“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Grayson.” Amber held out her hand and Kellen clasped it in both his much larger ones. Her jade eyes sparkled as she smiled up at him. His cock jerked to full attention, hard as iron and ready for action.
“The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Larson.” His wolf was howling for release, needing to mark Amber and claim her as its mate. Kellen could feel Amber’s pulse through their joined hands. It was racing as quickly as his own. “Why is it that you want to join the Graystone Pack?”
“Well, Mr. Grayson…”
“Call me Kellen, please. And, may I call you Amber?”
“Yes, of course. Kellen. I heard that your pack was in need of a doctor and my old pack had three of us. I had been considering a change and this seemed to be the perfect opportunity.”
“Which pack do you come from?”
“She was born to the Ravenclaw pack.” Charity interjected.
“Ah, Gerraty’s pack.” He cocked his head, considering her words. “We’re a much smaller pack than your old one, and a much younger pack. We’ve only been established for forty years.”
“Are you trying to talk me out of joining?” She smiled at him, causing his heart rate to increase and his cock to swell even more.
“No, I would never do that.” His gaze raked her from head to toe before his black eyes locked with her jade ones. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you Amber.” His voice was rough with unmistakable desire.
Reunion
Another short flash I recently wrote.
Reunion
As I walked into the packed bar, I recognized his face immediately. How could I not? I’d loved him for most of my adult life, even after he broke my heart.
Rex Ames, in all his blond, surfer-god glory, sat on a barstool, leaning back against the bar surveying the crowded dance floor. He resembled a predator seeking prey. Well defined abs accentuated by the light colored Under Armor shirt pulled taut across his chest. Faded blue jeans looked as good on him as ever. His signature shit-kicker boots completed the outfit. A glass dangled from his fingertips. My guess would be whiskey, straight. After all, some things never changed.
Had it really been two years since he’d walked out and taken the largest part of my soul with him? “It’s just not working anymore, Cassie. I’m smothering here. I love you, but this town, this life, it’s killing me.” I still hear those words in my sleep, usually just before waking up to find his side of our bed empty. I’d never moved from our apartment because inside I kept hoping he would come back. I wanted him to be able to find me.
We met when we were sophomores in college, both majoring in computer programming and clicked immediately. I’d never met anyone like him. His intelligence, good looks and acerbic wit made him the most popular guy on campus. Even before we met, I knew who Rex Ames was. Hell, who didn’t know his reputation? He was good-looking, popular, smart, and the women loved him, as well as a few men. What made Rex special was the fact that he wasn’t a playboy. He didn’t flit from woman to woman like most guys our age. Once we met, we dated exclusively through the rest of college and began living together senior year. Three years after we graduated, we were to be married in a small, intimate ceremony. Five days before the wedding, he left me. Not a word, not a postcard, nothing since that night. I’m still not sure what went wrong.
I stood in the bar’s doorway trying to decide whether to follow my friends inside and ignore Rex, stride over and confront him about his disappearance, or slink back to my apartment and hide.
I knew the instant he saw me. I felt it in my bones. My knees nearly buckled, my stomach lurched, and my breath caught in my lungs. His smoky grey eyes sparked with recognition as his gaze slid down and up my body. He set his glass on the bar, stood and started toward me. He looked neither left nor right, focused solely on me. I suddenly knew what a rabbit felt like as the big bad wolf bore down on it with hunger in its eyes.
He stopped within arm’s reach and a look of sadness and regret chased across his face.
“God, Cassie baby, I’ve missed you.”
I slapped his face as hard as I could before walking away. I refused to look back.
© Robyn Michaels
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Finally!
Here’s a short flash I wrote a few weeks ago. It’s got a little comedy with some sex mixed in.
Finally! We’d been dating for three and a half months and something always seemed to keep us from ‘consummating’ our union. What a hokey phrase for something so delicious and fun. Initially, there was the flash flood that stranded Duncan at work on the night we’d planned to make love for the first time. That was followed by the hold-up at the liquor store four days later when he stopped to pick up a bottle of wine for our “special” dinner. Not to mention the incident with the hornets’ nest that left parts of Duncan’s anatomy swollen, and not in a good way. He’s no longer allowed to go berry picking with his niece and nephew. Oh, and let’s not forget the meteor incident that left a hole smoldering in the center of the engine in Duncan’s vintage 1965 Ford Mustang. I swear I was beginning to think that someone up there just didn’t want us getting together.
But, at last, here we are…dinner went without a hitch, no waiters setting us on fire; the drive back to my apartment was accident free; and, with keys in hand, we’re ready to embark on the next level of our relationship.
After unlocking the door, I suddenly find myself rushed over the threshold and ushered into the living room. I hear the door close and the lock snick as I come to a stop next to my ugly blue and burgundy plaid sofa; which I’d inherited from my older brother. I shudder to think of the things that might have happened on that ugly piece of furniture; but, beggars can’t be choosers and a college senior with little disposable income has few choices.
Duncan doesn’t say anything as he stops in front of me. Taking my hand in his much larger one, he leads me toward the bedroom. Neither of us speaks for fear that it will break the magic and cause some new catastrophe to befall us. He knows his way around my bedroom. It’s not like we’ve never done anything – we’ve just not made love. He flips on the lamp on the bedside table, tugs me closer before releasing my hand to wrap his arms around me. His palms settle on my ass, pulling my body flush with his. I feel the evidence of his desire for me, straining the front of his jeans. He leans down and brushes his lips against mine, lightly at first, but quickly growing firmer and more demanding. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth before retreating; mine follows, slipping into the warm cavern of his mouth, earning a deep guttural moan from him. Our hands roam over each other’s bodies, pulling and tugging at the clothes keeping us from one another. Urgency demands that we rid ourselves of anything impeding the feeling of flesh on flesh.
When there’s nothing between us except the silky expanse of skin, Duncan tumbles me to the bed, following me down. Suddenly, his mouth is everywhere, my face, my neck, my chest, my stomach; blazing a trail to his ultimate goal. He licks and nibbles the lips of my sex. His tongue dives inside, sucking and licking in wild abandon, winding me up, higher and higher. Just as I reach the apex, the pinnacle, he stops. I moan in disappointment, but not for long.
I hear the ripping of a foil package and know that he has not forgotten protection. I did not remember. All I can think of is Duncan being inside of me. I need him and then, amazingly, he’s there. I feel the thrust of his hard cock push inside me in a single stroke. I’m so full, so wonderfully full. I wish I could stay like this forever, one with this man I’ve fallen in love with. But then he moves. Oh, how he moves. Thrusts, retreats, swirls of his hips. I match his every move with ones of my own. I feel that pinnacle again within my grasp. Our breaths are harsh in the quiet of my room, the sounds building to a crescendo. Faster and harder, Duncan pounds into me; higher and higher I spiral until, until…oh, goddess, until I scream, or he screams. Or, maybe, we both do. I feel the warmth of his come spilling into the condom as my muscles spasm and clamp down wildly.
Finally! But, oh, it was so worth the wait.
© Robyn Michaels
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Until Now
Today I wrote a very short flash fiction based on the theme of “One Night Stands Revisited”. This is what I came up with:
Until Now
He’d been sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, for almost an hour. Something about him drew my attention. A frisson of recognition niggled at my consciousness, urging me to remember…something. A few ‘ladies’ approached him, but he sent them on their way with a slight smile and a shake of his head.
Unable to focus on my friends’ discussion, my mind, and my gaze, kept straying to that stranger, who didn’t seem like a stranger. I sat in one of the booths to one side of the bar, facing it and the man who I was obsessing over.
Wavy brown hair, curling over the collar of his tight navy t-shirt tempted me to run my fingers through it. I knew, somehow, that it would be feather-soft. The shadow of a beard covered his strong, square jaws. Full kissable lips were presently set in a straight line, but I could easily picture them tilted up in a smile bright enough to illuminate the corners of that dim bar. Eyes the familiar color of rich, dark chocolate were fringed with long, nearly feminine, lashes and separated by an aquiline nose that, at some time, had been broken as evidenced by the tiny bump just visible in the low light.
My thoughts were leading me down a dangerous path; there was no way this man could be who my mind was insisting that he was. That was over three years ago and five states away. My life had changed dramatically since that time.
Three years ago, I’d been a scared kid, if you could call a twenty-two year old ‘kid’. I’d just discovered I worked for some very bad people and turned them in to the Feds and was set to testify against them before entering Witness Protection. It had been the hardest decision of my life.
As I stared at the stranger who wasn’t really a stranger, memory replayed my last night as the person I used to be. I’d slipped away from my guards and ducked into a bar similar to the one in which I currently sat. After a couple of drinks, he had approached me. Not much older than me, he was everything I thought was sexy – tall, dark and handsome, yet not at all vain about it.
He bought me a drink and we talked for a while. As these things often happen, we went back to his apartment. He spent the night making me forget the shitty way my life was going. I told him my name, my real one not the new one I would assume the next day.
After a fabulous and memorable night, I snuck out of his apartment and returned to the hotel where my guards awaited. They hustled me out and shipped me off to my new life.
Nine months into my new life, I gazed down into a tiny face framed by curly brown hair and possessing chocolate colored eyes that I’d only seen one other time.
Until now.
© Robyn Michaels
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