Authors: Casey Elliot
“
Brod
y
…” Sarah moaned, each touch electric, she wanted him now. Brody said nothing, as he moved his attention to her other breast, sliding his hand down over her belly and dipping between her legs. Sliding her knee up onto Brod
y’
s hip to allow him better access, Sara
h’
s hand urged Brody on, as he licked and sucked her nipples, his hand stroking her gently through the satin of her underwear. Tearing himself away from her perfect breasts, Brody kissed her belly and her sensitive spots before turning his attention to her pussy. He growled, as he saw her wetness through the silk, his mouth teasing her through the soft fabric. Sarah bucked under him, as the first wisps of his hot breath hit her skin. Widening her legs to allow him access, Brody slowly slipped off her panties, leaving her naked underneath him. God, sh
e’
s so fucking perfect he thought, groaning as his cock twitched. He wanted to take his time; he was going to savor this. Gently sliding his fingers through her wetness, her body on fire underneath him, he smiled, holding her gaze before dipping his head to taste her. Sara
h’
s hips bucked and she let out a low moan as Brod
y’
s mouth moved on hers, his tongue exploring every inch of her, his fingers stroking her gently. With slow, teasing movements Brody sucked and flicked her clit, Sara
h’
s moans urging him on. Sliding his fingers inside, he stroked her gently as his mouth worked hard against her. Sara
h’
s breaths came shorter now, as low moans and gasps escaped her lips. With one hand, Brody worked at his own belt, freeing himself as his cock strained against the fabric, sighing with relief as the warm night air met his bare skin. Sara
h’
s moans drove him crazy, and he stroked himself, feeling his hard cock against his hand, desperate for the moment when he would feel Sara
h’
s pussy against him.
“
Brody
.
” Sarah gasped as the air was filled with low guttural moans, her legs tightening around Brod
y’
s face, her fingers interlaced in his hair urging him on as she came. Brody kept at her, riding out her orgasm with her, his hand still working his cock. When the last ebbs of her orgasm left her body, Brody wrapped her legs around her waist, sliding himself into her. Sarah gasped, and then moaned in delight at the size of him, and how perfectly they fit. Brod
y’
s lips me hers, his eyes half lidded at the pleasure of finally capturing his prize. Each thrust was electric to Sara
h’
s intensified sensations, and Brody slid through her wetness with easy. Wrapping her legs tighter around him, Sarah arched her back, allowing Brody to fully enter her to his hilt.
“
Brod
y
” Sarah moaned into his neck, kissing him gently in the hollow of his collarbone, her hands and nails digging into his back. Holding him tight against her as he came, they collapsed on top of one another, their bodies a tangle of hot and sweaty limbs. Both breathed heavily, unable to speak, and unable to move. Brody groaned in her hair, his fingers softly stroking her cheek. They lay like that for several minutes, before Brody gently slid out of Sarah and rolled himself onto his side, scared his weight may crush her. Sarah wrapped her leg around Brod
y’
s waist, holding him close to her as they lay side by side, their eyes locked, and neither spoke. After what seemed an age, Sarah gently slid from Brod
y’
s hold and moved to the end of the bed.
“
Where are you goin
g
” Brody growled, watching Sarah rise from the bed and move towards the bathroom. She did
n’
t bother to cover up, her nakedness perfect in the moonlight that streamed through the open windows. Sarah paused, for a moment,
“
To get cleaned u
p
” she said with a wink. Brod
y’
s cock tightened at the promise of things to come.
Sarah turned off the tap, catching sight of herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed a crimson red, but there was no denying the satisfaction that rolled off her in waves. Steve had been a passionate lover in the beginning, but over time their sex life had become boring and routine. She smiled at the thought of the naked, much younger man lying on her bed waiting for her return, and of all the things that were yet to come. Turning the light off, Sarah slunk back into the bedroom, her eyes immediately locked with Brod
y’
s as she headed back over to the bed. He lay on his back, shadows dancing across his naked body, perfect. Smiling, Sarah gently climbed onto the bed on all fours. His turn she thought to herself, as she straddled him once again, gentle kisses teasing his belly and thighs, her hair brushing softly against his cock.
“
Sarah
,
” he moaned, running his hand through her hair, his cock twitching, straining for her touch. She smiled, enjoying the tease. Slowly, with deliberate movements she turned his attention to his cock, holding it firmly in her hand, as her mouth explored, her tongue tasting every inch, before moving further down, blowing softly on his balls, before taking each in turn in her mouth, her hand firmly stroking his cock. Fuck, Brody groaned to himself, sh
e’
s so fucking hot. Turning her attention back to his cock, which strained in her hand, Sarah swirled her tongue around his tip, paying attention to the sensitive spot on his underside. With a sassy smile, capturing Brod
y’
s gaze, she slid him inside her mouth, her hand working the opposite way, creating gentle friction. Brody groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth. Sarah delighted in this, in watching Brody squirm underneath her, knowing it was all because of her. She took him in as deep as she could, his cock throbbing hard in her mouth, urged on by Brod
y’
s gently encouragement as he wound his fingers through her hair. Brod
y’
s desire for her grew; he wanted to feel her pussy tight around him again, to feel her lips against his. Pulling her gently away from him, he sat up, as Sarah rose onto her knees in front of him. Wrapping her legs around him, Sarah slid his cock into her, as they sat facing one another, her chest tight against his. Fuck, sh
e’
s already wet Brody thought to himself, the thought turning him on even more. They moved slower this time, savoring one anothe
r’
s body, each thrust filling Sarah. Their eyes never left one another and Sarah knew there was no place she would rather be than here in Brod
y’
s arms. His eyes closed, in pure satisfaction as he held her tight to him, his hands wrapped around her waist, pulling him onto her as each thrust drove him closer to the edge.
“
Sarah
,
” he moaned as he held her tight against him as he came, her pussy tightened around him, holding him in her. Spent, Brody lay back, pulling Sarah down on top of him, her head resting on his chest. Sarah had never felt so content, and at peace as she did lying in Brod
y’
s arms as he gently stroked her hair. Sarah dozed, on and off, falling asleep to Brod
y’
s own rhythmic breathing.
The sun streaming through the window woke Sarah the next morning, her head nestled into Brod
y’
s side, as Brody slept on flat on his back. Smiling to herself, Sarah stretched herself against his side enjoying the feel of naked skin on naked skin. Her fingers traced the outline of his muscles, whispering across his skin. The sensation woke Brody, and his eyes slowly opened, a grin spreading across his face as his thoughts drifted to last night, and to the goddess that now lay naked next to him.
“
Good mornin
g
” he whispered, breaking the silence of the morning. Sarah tipped her head back, smiling as she caught sight of him watching her.
“
Good morning
.
” Sarah made an attempt to move, but Brod
y’
s arm tightened around her holding her in place.
“
Where are you going
?
” he growled.
“
Breakfast. Are you hungry
?
” There was a glint in Sara
h’
s eye, the intent behind the words not lost on Brody.
“
Not for food
,
” he said as he sprung up, his lips crushing down on Sarah, who laughed in delight.
Wrapped in the sheets, Sarah watched Brody as he moved around the room gathering his things. Morning had turned into afternoon, and now the day had settled into early evening. The only move they had made from the bed in search of food to sustain them throughout the day. They had spent the entire day savoring each other, exploring the depths of each othe
r’
s bodies.
Sarah did
n’
t want him to go, but she was unsure what asking him to stay would mean for them.
“
I do
n’
t want to g
o
” Brody said, sitting back down on the bed as if reading her thoughts. Rolling towards him, the sheets slipped from around Sarah, and his eyes narrowed at her naked breasts, his cock twitching.
“
Then do
n’t
” she said, kissing the soft skin of his side.
“
I have to
,
” he said, gently tipping her head up to meet his gaze. I do
n’
t want to, but I have too, just this time
.“
But I will be back, you can count of tha
t
” he growled and the fierceness glowing in his eyes told Sarah that he would be.
The End
*****
An eye opened slowly, as the woman sought to name her assailant. She didn't have to really think about it, it could only be one person; her roommate, Carrie. A pile of old stale popcorn surrounded her, as she lay in a pile of blankets on the sofa.
"Scarlett. What a surprise! You’re awake." Carrie said with a fake smile. “And, about bloody time," she said under her breath, but Scarlett had heard her as Carrie intended.
"What do you want, Carrie?" Scarlett said with a sigh, frantically wiping the sleep from her eyes; "besides my sofa back." Carrie said, placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and standing up. "I'm having a few people over tonight. It would be good if, well, you weren't here; only because I need the sofa; of course." Her voice oozed contempt, though Scarlett expected no less from Carrie, not now.
"Fine," Scarlett shrugged. There was no point in arguing with her. Carrie turned on her heel and strode back into her bedroom slamming the door behind her. Scarlett sighed again; there was no love lost between the pair. There once firm friendship ruined when Scarlett lost her job and couldn't pay the rent. Groaning, Scarlett rose, bending her back and stretching, the sofa was old and uncomfortable, but she had no choice. From the other side of the room, a bedroom door opened and Scarlett looked up to see Micah, their new roommate coming through the door, yawning.
"Morning," Scarlett said energetically, as she turned on the coffee machine, "Coffee?”
"Sure," Micah said, warily looking around.
"She’s in her room." Scarlett said, guessing the reason for Micah's hesitation. They got along well when Carrie wasn't around, but well, Carrie could be a nightmare at times. Scarlett had come home one day from a busy day of auditions to find her belongings piled high in the lounge, and Micah unpacking his belongings in her room. There had been no warning, just a slight delay in paying in her half of the rent, and Carrie had kicked her out. Carrie had reluctantly let Scarlett stay on the sofa, but she was determined to make her life a living hell.
Taking a sip of her coffee, Scarlett wandered over to the breakfast bar and took a seat. A newspaper sat open, folded neatly to the classifieds. Scarlett grimaced; it had not landed on this page by chance. Picking it up with her spare hand and nursing her coffee with her other hand, Scarlett scanned through the adverts. She couldn't afford to move out; rooms in Brooklyn were out of her price range and she hadn't had an audition in weeks. Turning the paper over in her hands, she poured over the situations vacant. It was the same every day, hundreds of ads advertising for girls for escort work, private massages, and adult film and TV.
Could I do it?
Scarlett pondered. Could she do it if it meant staying in New York and having the chance to make it big on Broadway?
“You’re not moving to New York” Scarlett’s mother screeched, as she and Scarlett stood face to face in the kitchen where Scarlett had spent most of her childhood.
“Mom, I could really make something of myself” Scarlett pleaded. She didn’t want to leave with things like this between her and her mom.
“You’ll end up on the street corner turning tricks and I won’t have my little girl doing things like that!” Scarlett could see the desperation in her mom’s voice. Why did she not want to settle down and be a teacher like her sister, Jenny? But, the answer was simple, she wasn’t Jenny.
Scarlett shook her head. She couldn’t give up now and prove her mother right.
I will make it as an actress,
she vowed. She was ready to give up when a small add at the bottom of the page caught her attention. It simply said, Caretaker. No Experience Necessary. Must live-in.
This could be the answer to all my problems,
Scarlett thought. It would certainly save her from having to look for both a job and a place to live.
I wonder who or what I would be looking after
? The advert gave no further information, just a number to call, not even a name. Sliding off the stool, Scarlett went over and picked her cellphone off the table where it had been charging. Turning the phone over in her hands mindlessly, she thought about the job, curiosity getting the better of her.
It wouldn’t hurt to just call
she said, dialing the number.
“Hello, Carter residence” a clipped male voice answered on the third ring.
“Uh, yes…hi, I’m calling about the job?” Scarlett hit her forehead with her palm,
great way to make a good impression,
she scolded herself.
“I can offer you an interview tomorrow at nine A.M.”
“Well, you see I was hoping to know more about the job first” Scarlett said, as she paced up and down the kitchen. She got the sense that there was something going on that wasn’t quite right, but she wasn’t afraid, she was curious.
“All details will be discussed at the interview.”
“Oh right, well…”
“Tomorrow, nine A.M.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.
“That would be great.” Scarlett frantically scrawled the details down at the top of the newspaper, as the man on the phone gave her the address. Before she had a chance to say anything else, the line went dead. Looking at the address, she drew in a sharp breath. I
t must be someone rich and famous.
The address was in Tribeca, one of the flashiest and most expensive areas.
What have I gotten myself into?
Scarlett thought, continuing to play with her phone while she stood staring out at the window watching the busy streets of suburban Brooklyn.