Misguided:Short Erotic Romantic Suspense (Adult Erotica for Women) (2 page)

A triumphant grin hid beneath her
lips. She had blown out the flagrant ‘Ethan Cassidy’ and she felt quite perky
about it. So why was she feeling slightly remorseful that maybe, just maybe,
she had inadvertently used Ethan as Ben’s whipping boy?

He crossed his arms as he watched
her strut away without giving him a second glance, thinking how cute her hair
looked, swaying in time to her steps; but his casual composure belied his inner
exhilaration.

He stayed
there motionless, astounded at this unprecedented response. No girl had ever
snubbed him before and he smiled wryly. Until now, his
only interest had been in a woman’s cup-size but with Pru it
ran deeper. He was enthralled by her unworldly spirit and right there and then
he was smitten. Visions of her radiant skin and luscious pout swirled around
his head and he wouldn’t rest until he had sipped from those cherry brandy
lips. This was the beginning of a supreme high that no other drug had ever
induced before.

When Ethan
re-joined his friends in the bar, Riley recognised his friend’s sheepish
demeanour instantly.

“Where did you disappear to?
Please tell me you didn’t.”

“What?” asked Ethan, feigning
innocence and failing miserably.

“Don’t shit me Ethe. You’ve been
a dog for too long. You can’t do it to Ben? He’s besotted with the girl.”

“Yeh, but
I’m in love with her,” blurted out Ethan, his face unflinching.

A look of
incredulity flitted across Riley’s face, quickly followed by a snigger after
deciding his friend was being facetious. Ethan swiftly joined in the laughter,
too embarrassed, and spooked, to admit it was true.

“No
seriously Ry, she is
something
else, she’s like an angel with heavenly
tits,” interjected Ethan hastily, as he crudely cupped an invisible pair of
breasts with his hands. “I would happily take my last breath smothered by those
sugar-plums.”

He felt a
certain obligation to uphold his laddish attitude, and although it sometimes
betrayed his fundamental beliefs, he was too fearful to act beyond his
stereotype, fearful of losing his peer’s respect.

Riley listened with a lewd
eagerness but spotted a flaw in Ethan’s plan. “No chance mate, I’ve heard she’s
as wholesome as brown bread so your dick’s never gonna get an invite to that
party.”

Ethan almost
spluttered on his drink. “Jeez Riley, as if I’d back down from a challenge like
that. Besides, I might have the mind of a ho but I’ve got the patience of a
saint,” replied Ethan nonchalantly, hoping Riley wouldn’t detect the self-doubt
in his voice.

In the
following days, Ethan became restless, imagining that he may never see her
again, and his honour was at risk for goodness sake. How would he explain to
Riley, his wing-man, that Pru was the one that got away? He was equipped to
take an uppercut to the chin any day, but a slap in the face like that? Never.
He knew he had to get her attention somehow. So in the end that was his plan:
flatter and badger. As long as he got under her skin, whether she remembered
him as pleasant or bothersome was of no consequence.

After
recalling Ben mentioning that she was employed at an interior design firm, he
had five blue roses delivered to her work-place every Monday. The very first
note he attached, read:

Pru,

Each rose
is a reminder of you, blue is for…

1.
     
the colour of the
striking denim outfit that you wore so elegantly.

2.
     
the mood I feel
when you refuse me a date.

3.
     
the indecent
thoughts I have when I picture you in my head.

4.
     
how you ‘blew’ me
away when I first laid eyes on you, and then

5.
     
how you ‘blew’ me
out so cruelly before giving me a chance.

(Ok, so I cheated a little on the last two)

Save me from myself,

Ethan x

The flowers
were faithfully delivered for several weeks, each one promptly banished into
the trash by Pru, seemingly immune to trifling emotions like sentimentality.

His note
five weeks later read:

Prudence,

I suppose your stubbornness
does have it’s advantages – it means you will always know what you will be
thinking tomorrow.

Therefore I submit to defeat.
I only hope that in a week, in a month or maybe even in ten years, that your
mind is not plagued by thoughts of,

“What
if?......”

Ethan x

This note in
particular, infuriated Pru immensely.

“How dare he? I am
not
stubborn, I’m just strong-willed!” she exclaimed to Brooke, her work
confidante. Brooke gave her a cynical smile and continued to browse through
samples of curtain fabric.

Pru secretly
agreed with the appraisal of herself and knew that Brooke did too. “Oh thanks
Brooke, I see you’re just going to leave that hanging in the air then.”

Brooke was
unwilling to support Pru in her annoyance. She had made it very clear that she
would jump at the chance of, well, jumping Ethan’s bones. “You could always
date a choir-boy instead. I’m sure
they
don’t shoot from the hip like
Ethan.” As she spoke she simulated doggy-style in the direction of a grossed
out Pru, chuckling in her trademark, mischievous manner.

Pru rolled
her eyes, feeling in no mood for Brooke’s innuendos that day. “Ew, you’re quite
vile, d’you know that?”

Once again she tossed the roses
in the bin, this time with sheer irritation. However, for some reason, his
final note had impacted on her. When home-time came, she furtively rescued them
from underneath an apple core and torn envelopes, and then arranged them
tenderly in a vase.

A week went by and an expectant
Pru found herself looking out the window to check for any florist vans. When
none arrived, she left work feeling just a smidge disheartened. Feeling cross
that such a trivial matter could affect her in this way, she tried to reject
any thoughts of the annoying playboy from her mind.

Whether her
change of heart was down to fascination or curiosity, his game-plan had been a
success and had prompted a reaction from Pru. She finally agreed to meet him
but of course being ‘strong-willed’ meant that she would wait a further two weeks
before contacting him.

Their first
official date was a simple but intense encounter over an exquisite Italian
meal. Ethan had been very meticulous in choosing the venue, a continental
setting with an ambience of spicy mystique, and with the assistance of
candle-light and soft music, he soon cajoled her into a second date at a
theme-park, (orchestrated to have Pru jumping into his arms on the
thrill-rides.) The log-flume was his favourite, seeing her wet, dishevelled and
howling with laughter was the moment he realised that he was in this way deeper
than just wanting to catalogue Pru under ‘
Hottest and Most Difficult
Conquest’
. Leaving aside of course, the fact that he also had an insane
longing to see her wet and naked in the shower, soaping herself up with a
sponge. He had to wait a torturous five months before that wish was granted,
during which time he feared his balls would implode.

So, a love
affair that almost didn’t happen, happened, and fast. As a consequence Ethan
had to carry the guilt of betraying Ben, who became enraged when he discovered
the full deceit of his, once close, friend. His vow of revenge on Ethan for
stealing away ‘the girl of his dreams’, were taken lightly, after all everyone
knew that he could lay out Ben with his little finger if he wanted to, which he
never did of course. Nothing was going to stop Ethan idolising Pru, and no
other woman would ever come close to toppling her pedestal. She gave Ethan a
degree of stability, offering him a release from his turbulent background. He
even assured her that he would quit the boxing, when he saw how distraught she
would become before a fight, and decided to concentrate full-time on his
building trade instead. At the same time she was secretly thankful that a
streak of anarchy still lay in his DNA; she had grown to find it shamefully
exciting.

As the
couple became more intimate, he awakened her latent carnality, feeding her
newly-found sexual appetite and teaching her things that made her crave to feel
his strong, ripped body pressed against hers almost to the point of addiction.
As for Ethan, even though he had bed-hopped like an Olympic trampolinist, there
had been no other girl like Pru who could turn him into a randy, quivering mess
with an impish raise of her eyebrow. Flings with exotic dancers, devoid of any
emotion, were out – his new ‘exotic’ was Pru swamped in one of his oversized
shirts, wearing bed-socks and curled up on the sofa.

She held
many happy memories of their torrid days and one of her favourites was on the night
of their first anniversary. As a teenager, Pru had owned a horse and she had
voiced how much she missed riding him over her parent’s land. So, the day
before, Ethan had surprised her with a Horse Riding experience where they had
spent an idyllic day riding in the forest, cowboy style, finishing with a
finger lickin’ bar-b-q around a camp-fire. On this night, Pru had decided to
serve Ethan a different ambrosial treat,
herself
on a plate.

She had put
on a crisp white blouse and wriggled into black, lacy panties and the shortest,
black satin mini-skirt. To complete her sexy secretary look, she loosely pinned
up her hair and slipped on her sky-scraper heels.

‘
Bra or
no bra?’ Hmm, definitely bra-less’
she decided
.

She thought it would be nice if
there was easy access to his favourite playthings. Her nerves began to
unexpectedly get the better of her, anxious as to whether Ethan would
appreciate her impromptu performance and she took a couple of deep breaths to
calm her tremors.

In her final preparation she
wiggled into the bathroom and with shower-head in hand, she gave herself a
light spray of cold water. Her blouse turned transparent and exposed her pert
breasts for maximum arousal; her face and hair sparkled with pearls of water,
leaving her looking vulnerable yet frisky.

She stood on the top step of the
spiral staircase that led directly into the living room and took one last deep
breath. Ethan, completely oblivious to Pru’s saucy surprise, had been relaxing
on a claret recliner chair, fresh from a recent shower, bare-chested and
wearing only navy joggers. His finely honed six-pack rippled in the flickering
candle-light, casting a powerful and scintillating shadow against the white
brick walls. He was taking in the panoramic scene of a full-moon as nightfall
brought a breath-taking view of the city right into the apartment. An
enchanting blend of fluorescent lights and stars began to flit around like
thousands of fire-flies, transforming the floor-to-ceiling window into a giant
frame of moving art.

When Ethan heard footsteps
sauntering down, he slowly swivelled round on his chair, reminiscent of a James
Bond villain. Pru had never seen a ‘baddie’ look so ‘goodie’ and she struggled
to contain her thoughts, something along the lines of wanting to spread him on
a cracker and eating every last crumb. For now though, her desires would have
to remain unsaid; composure and indifference were integral to her performance.

He glanced
up to see an ethereal yet titillating vision descending down as if from heaven.
He became mesmerised watching her arresting approach, the risqué stiletto
heels, the glistening bare-skinned thighs, her round rump squeezed into a tight
mini-skirt; and an enticing glimpse of her steamy breasts peeking through her
damp blouse, just enough to make him giddy.

With only the deliberate sound of
her heels striding against the floorboards, Pru decided to try out a melodic
interpretation of the
‘The
Monroe
Strut’
that she and her
friends had practised at their teen slumber parties. (Her friend Lacey, who had
tutored them, was an avid Marilyn fan.) She held her head up and shoulders
back, her perky breasts leading the way, and her hands were slung loose in her
skirt pockets, accentuating the side-to-side swivel of her hips. Placing one
foot in front of the other made her look as if she was walking a tight-rope and
the anxiety pumping her heart was giving her a feeling to match. The distance
to the sofa seemed unusually long and daunting and she could only hope that her
bravado would mask her awkwardness. ‘
Just don’t trip up, please don’t trip
up.’

Without
taking her gaze off him, she pressed the ‘play’ button on the stereo, a
seductive smile playing on her lips. ‘After Dark’ by Tito and Tarantula filled
the airwaves, the exotic sounds filtering through her body as if possessing her
soul. He sat frozen to his seat, not wanting to so much as blink for fear of
missing a second of Pru’s intoxicating act. Each step she took was in perfect
timing to the sultry beat of the music, not quite dancing, not quite walking –
it was the most tantalising cadence Ethan had ever seen.

As she stood
over him transfixed on his seat, she un-did another blouse button, took out an
ice-cube from the cool-box on the floor and circled it around her caramel
nipples. They immediately became chilled and erect, pressing up against the
white, wet cotton. Then she drew the ice across her cleavage, allowing a
rivulet to trickle down between its sumptuous valley. Ethan’s lips slowly
parted in awe as he watched her drop the cube into his scotch, which was
breathing on the coffee-table beside him. He had a particular fondness for
Pru’s breasts and his mouth instinctively began to salivate when he heard the
delightful tune of the ice’s plink-plink into the glass.

Ethan sighed deeply, his tone
weighing heavily with lust. “
Damn
you look hot.”

Pru purred
and raised an eyebrow cagily. “Hey, don’t get ahead of yourself. Let’s see what
you’ve got to offer first.”

She spread her legs to straddle
him, hitching up her skirt a little higher as she climbed on top of his lap to
reveal a hint of the candy beneath.

Ethan almost flat-lined, his
pupils dilating into big black saucers. His impulses told him to just fling Pru
on the floor so he could ravage her there and then but instead his hand reached
up to gently pull out the clip in her hair, causing it to tumble around her
neck and shoulders. He paused momentarily to breathe in deep the scent of the
impossible fantasy that sat astride him. Her over-whelming presence seemed
almost surreal, as if he had dreamt up his perfect woman and she had
materialised before his eyes. “You blow my mind.
Seriously
.”

“Then loosen up my buttons.”

As he ran
his fingers through her damp, ruffled waves, her wanton words jolted him back
to reality.

He tore open
her sodden blouse, with the sound of the buttons popping off across the wooden
floor ringing out like a rejoicing choir. He picked out the rapidly dissolving
cube of ice from the whiskey and after smoothing it across her raised nipples,
he blew gently around them causing them to pucker and darken in shade. His
hands were drawn to the sides of her waist, it’s soft, silky curve somehow
acting like a magnet, and then his thumbs stretched upwards to gently stroke
the under-curves of her breasts, his pulse racing like a rocket as he watched
Pru attentively. It was the lightest but most sensual of touches, making her
physically tremble with expectation. He pulled her forward and began to lay
soft kisses across her décolletage, finding the dip of her collarbone
particularly sweet to taste.

Pru
simpered. “Happy anniversary darling, help yourself to the appetisers.”

As his
animal urge took over, his delicate touch changed to one more emphatic, his
masterful hands massaging her breast’s plump abundance like play-dough. He felt
impelled to nip at them, sensing a hint of the whiskey’s liquid fire on his
tongue, but stopping short of biting into her delectable flesh. She tilted back
in a reflex reaction, groaning, thrusting herself deeper into his lips, relishing
in her own compliance. As his excitement intensified, he squeezed their
ampleness together and suckled them into his ravenous mouth.

The look on his face was one of a
child lapping up an ice-cream sundae, trying to extract it’s full flavour with
gentle, deliberate licks. “Mmm…. Soft, sweet and ripe.”

She giggled
and pulled playfully on his hair. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” His
honeyed voice had heightened her euphoria and she held his head tenderly as his
lips supped on her protruding breasts.

After
feeling sated, he took her face in his hands, bringing her rosebud lips towards
his and his tongue began to snake around her welcoming mouth with an increasing
pressure. “Why do you taste
so
good?” he murmured between nibbles of her
pouting lips, making it more of a statement than a question.

With an
erotic charge surging through her veins, she started to ever so slightly swing
her pelvis to and fro, feeling him twitching impatiently beneath her as she
pushed forward and down into his lap. The chairs back-rest slowly reclined with
the weight of their frisky bodies submersing themselves into lust.

His palms
moved smoothly down the sides of her breasts, down past her waist and then slid
under the cheeks of her behind. He idled here to clench hard at her fleshiness
through her satin skirt, his fingers slipping on its sleek fibres. After
sliding inwards across her lap, his thumbs began to nudge their way under the
tight hem of her skirt, lazily circling higher and higher. Then he hooked his
fingers onto the side strings of her panties. A hum rose in Pru’s throat as he
began to roll them down.

As her
panties were pulled down lower, the thread began to dig deep into her flesh,
the lace feeling the strain. He opened his eyes to view her intently, keen to
watch her responsive face. Her body flushed with a glorious fever and she
opened her eyes feebly, lost in a world of erotica and cravings. Before she
knew it, he had torn the flimsy fibre apart at the seams, all the time
maintaining his mesmeric gaze. She was left startled, exposed and quivering
with what was to come.

She drew back her face from Ethan
and a dainty smile danced onto her lips. She rested her forehead softly against
his, euphoria scorching her cheeks. She reached forward to grasp at his taut chest,
squeezing and stroking the hard flesh around his nipples; it felt amazingly
stimulating, like cushioned brick. Finding it impossible to stop there, she was
soon running her hands greedily up and down her most favourite part of Ethan’s
body, the V-shaped dip of his lower stomach that angled from his hips to his
crotch. Her fingers scuttled teasingly around his waistband, daring to inch
down towards his superb hardness. A hardness that she had herself had induced
and was most pleased with.

Her concentration
was soon broken when his caress continued round to her back and he tugged her
skirt up to her waist. He grappled at her smooth behind, covering every inch of
her curvaceous cheeks with his inquisitive, sprawled fingers.

“I could
overdose on you Pru, I’ll never have enough.” She was a goddess in his eyes and
he was about to feed her nectar that was as sweet as it could get.

He brought
one hand round to the front and reached forward with two fingers, circling
round delicately. Her head dropped back, her eyelids closed shut and she let
out an imperceptible groan. She pushed out her breasts and stretched backwards,
gripping his knees for support. A gasp was propelled from deep in her throat as
Ethan continued his pleasure. The divine tension building up was on the verge
of shattering through her body and bringing her bitter-sweet relief; but Ethan
had other plans.

“I think we should let you simmer
down now,” he declared, gently drawing out.

She was left teetering on the
edge, smouldering. She had never been one to take kindly to interruptions. ‘
What
the hell?’

Sensing her
deflation, he threw her a devilish wink. “Patience Pru, even in fairy-tales the
happy ending isn’t until the last page.”

She smiled at his trite sentiment
and reluctantly agreed that her relief would be all the richer for its
postponement. She slid down to the floor, peering up with pantomime innocence.
She knelt at his feet and began to fold down his joggers with care and
precision, almost as if she was de-activating an explosive.

She took out
a second ice-cube from the cool-box and popped it onto her tongue, tossing it
provocatively around her mouth. Her eyes darkened to orbs of ebony as she took
his stiffness between her hands, placing one on the base and the other to guide
her mouth. The chilled ice sent a startling jolt through his un-suspecting
erection. However the sensation soon turned from shock to thrill with the
contrast of iciness and warmth stroking its length. His mouth inhaled sharply
and his neck tautened, as if placed in a trance. Her mouth worked slowly
downwards and as she took more and more, he raised his head sluggishly to see
her devour him. He watched himself intently, throbbing, sliding in and out of
her warm and dripping mouth. His ocean-blue eyes appeared to sizzle like
smelting gunmetal as his hips shifted forward instinctively, and a faint moan
left his lips. She wanted to make him groan more; she was on a high from being
his pleasure-giver. Her tongue flicked out, applying pressure down its length,
licking and caressing it’s circumference.

He had now lost control of his
actions. He was at the mercy of his carnal urges and he compulsively placed his
hand on Pru’s head to help her along. Her lips tightened around it’s rigidness
and she sucked a little harder causing Ethan’s eyelids to slam down like
shutters and his groan became deeper, coarser. She was ecstatic with his
response and she decided to harden the sensation by raking her teeth along him.
He immediately clenched his jaw, hissing through gritted teeth. She glimpsed up
and saw the growing gratification on Ethan’ face and within seconds he realised
that his timing was now crucial.

He arose
briskly and lifted Pru up in a fire-man’s lift. She let out a short joyful
shriek and beamed widely, feeling like the spirited maiden being snatched by
the surly gentleman. With just a cheeky glimpse of her behind, he spanked her
sharply, branding her with a pink handprint. Then he carried her over to the
sheepskin rug, and gallantly laid her down to sink into its deep pile.

All around was the most alluring
ambience she had ever witnessed. Their oversized shadows crept around the walls
as if they were covertly spying on the naughtiness of the couple, the dancing
flames from the aromatic candles seemed to be joining in with the simmering
excitement and the incandescent moon infused their apartment with a flattering
and mystical effect. The suspense both excited and unnerved her as she immersed
herself under Ethan’s direction.

His former
courtesy was replaced again by primeval instinct and he recklessly pushed up
her skirt around her waist. She lay there subdued and exposed, surrendering her
body for his easy indulgence. Her tousled waves lay around her head like a
celestial aura.