Misguided:Short Erotic Romantic Suspense (Adult Erotica for Women) (3 page)

Ethan
murmured his thoughts out aloud as he took in the eye-popping view of the
shapely form that lay beneath him. “….you should be X-rated, you’re beyond
pornographic.”

She smiled
softly, loving that he found her so desirous, while he savoured the moment,
shaping and squeezing the flesh of her voluptuous figure, inflaming his desire.

With an impatient greed piercing
in his eyes, he gave her an option. “So, what’s your preference honey? Nice and
slow, or fast and reckless?”

Pru was past caring on the
technicalities, it was his resonant tone that she was dissolving under, sending
her fervour sky-high. “Mix it up a bit, and please just keep talking.”

His smooth,
smoky drawl alone was enough to incite her passion. When he had been away on
business, she had often pleasured herself just by listening to his obscene phone-calls.
He leant down and whispered in her ear. “By the way, you’re getting it hard.
Just thought I’d give you a heads-up on that.”

A shiver tingled down to her
groin. Somehow it sounded more like a threat than a friendly piece of advice.
But this was a tempting threat, luscious in it’s promise.

He pushed
off his joggers and stood before her, eclipsing the candlelight shimmering
behind him. Pru’s eyes widened at the surprisingly alert manhood that sprung
out. He revealed the most impressively toned frame, a credit to his labouring
days in construction.She bit her bottom lip with alarm, inconsistent with the
look of rapture in her fizzing brown eyes.

“Jeez Ethan, that could do me
some serious damage.”

He smiled
wickedly at her skilful use of flattery. “Most likely. If I do it right.”

Pru felt overcome with lewdness,
aching for each sculpted muscle and tendon to conquer her. He lay down beside
her and began to tweak at her nipples, taking light nips at her breasts in
playful torment. He then affectionately entwined her fingers between his,
squeezed her hand tightly and gave her the most beguiling, wolfish smile. Pru
imagined that even Little Red Riding Hood would have offered herself up to this
hot-blooded hound. She felt soothed, knowing that their affinity ran far deeper
than just an earthly infatuation.

He guided
her hand downwards, over her inner thighs, caressing their silken dampness, and
then up between them, towards her mound, grasping at her hyper-sensitive flesh.

“Who do you belong to Pru?” he
asked in a shallow breath, stroking her fluent curves.

“You of
course, sweetie, your touch is branding my skin.”

He felt rather proud, and dare he
say it, a little smug, that he had had the honour of transforming the
beautiful, awesome Pru into his very own love-toy. Just the thought of another
man wanting to taint her with his filthy hands was enough to torment him in his
solitude.

He began to
nibble at her lobes, passing down to blow over her neck, tiny kisses and
flutters of air but their effect was potent.

She panted with an anguished
expression. “I want you between my legs, I need you pressing down on me.”

His reply
was brusque and strongly indicated that
he
was the one supervising her
pleasure, “You’re far too impatient.”

His hands stopped their caress
abruptly and moved to grip the back of her neck. He began kissing her hard on
the mouth, his manner was curt but thrilling and although she was infuriated
that he had disregarded her request, she relaxed as her urges became slightly
more tolerable.

When Ethan
sensed that she had mellowed, he rose up to kneel in front of her, seized her
at the ankles, and spread them apart, goading her libido. Pru drank in the
imposing view of his rock-like torso as a forewarning of her impending capture,
and she welcomed him onto her turbulent body with zero resistance. Her torment
returned with a vengeance as he slowly reeled her back in, and the games began.

“Please don’t tease,” she urged.

“What would you like me to do
then?”

“Well, you know.”

“No, I don’t?”

“You know…make love to me.”

Ethan smiled
at her modesty and placed his ear to her mouth, as if he hadn’t quite heard
her. “Do what now?”

Pru
hesitated. She had always been tolerant of Ethan using the odd curse here and
there, in fact she was quite partial to it during his dirty talk, but she had
never felt completely at ease using it herself, in or out of the bedroom.

“If you want me to fuck you Pru,
then you’ll have to ask,” he explained in crystal clear terms. He loved seeing
her looking flushed and flustered, it was like corrupting a Victorian
schoolmistress.

She bit her
lip considering his request, and then in a steely and dispassionate whisper,
she rose to meet his match, “A little less conversation, a little more
fucking,” she purred.

Ethan let out a deep and sexy laugh,
amused by the sudden appearance of the harlot he knew lay simmering beneath her
layers of inhibition. And Pru was amused by his co-operation, she wasn’t used
to him offering it so readily.

She melted
beneath him, his enticing promise priming her for her next rush. Her body
became limp and loose, ready for his long-awaited entry. He eased into her with
a tender enticement, while Pru groaned, engulfed by explicit thoughts on seeing
Ethan staring down at her, an inch from her face, dominating her actions, her
pleasure.

He paused
briefly and then slowly drew out, entering again with an equal pace. He
glimpsed down leisurely, fervently observing his slow access into her limber
body with a drugged look in his eyes. He was keen to store each frame to memory
so he could re-call them at times when they were apart. If only he could replay
this moment on a loop, then his ecstasy could live on in perpetuity, his
pleasure with Pru never-ending.

She moaned as her hips began to
undulate under his strapping body, her pelvis stiffened to push hard against
his groin. He moved his attention to her lips, feathery kisses at first. Then,
holding her jaw still with his grip, he plunged his tongue into her receptive
mouth, exploiting her helplessness. He tasted divine, somewhat saltish. All
that was missing was her favourite shot of tequila and a slice of lime to knock
him back with.

Her hands
clambered over his muscular body in obsession; if she could have crawled inside
him, inside his soul and set up residence, she would have moved in there and
then. So overwhelmed was she by her connection with Ethan that she almost
forgot to breathe, feeling mentally unable to take any more of this boundless
pleasure.

“You’re such a greedy girl,” he
panted breathlessly, as he came to a standstill.

She panicked on cue, astounded
that he may have read her mind on feeling overdosed on stimulant, and she now
regretted ever thinking it.

Ethan withdrew suddenly and
tutted. He raised his torso up from Pru, resting his hands down flat at either
side of her.

Pru kept a controlled agitation.
“Darling, you can be so annoying. Why have you stopped?”

“Cause I think I’m done with
this.”

She raised her head up slightly
from the floor, her lips parting in disbelief and a look of fury spreading in
her dilated pupils. “
Ethan
, Are you
serious
? You’re leaving me
like this?”

“You’re not angry are you?” he
asked, delicately brushing a strand of hair from her gossamer skin.

“Damn right I’m pissed off.
Pissed off and frustrated. You’re such a jerk sometimes.”

“Ok, well I’m not moving an inch,
so what now?” In true Ethan style, he was finding enjoyment in egging her on.
Her fieriness still burnt as bright as the day they first met and he found it
so engaging that he couldn’t help from harmlessly stoking it up on occasions.

“Right now Ethe, I could slap
you,” she fumed in a low tone that was high in irritation.

“Then what’s stopping you?” he
asked, a look of debauchery darting across his face.

“What?”

“Look Pru, I
can take it or leave it, makes no odds to me,” he replied with the audacity that
Pru still found both irresistible and exasperating in equal measure.

She suspected that his
provocation was leading to a hidden reward, knowing that he never did anything
without good reason. She actually began to feel herself getting fired up,
aroused at the energy building up between them.

However, she
also knew that Ethan had outstanding self-control; it was this refined skill
that had made him so popular with the ladies since the age of 17. So although
she was confident that he was simply trying to stir her up, there was no way
she was going to risk calling his bluff. Her heart began to beat faster; she
had never hit anyone in her life, a bit of hair-pulling with some bullies at
school but never a proper slap. She wasn’t even sure how to execute it
correctly. She lifted up her hand tentatively and then struck him hard across
the face. The sharp sound of hand meeting cheek caused Pru to gasp and bite her
lip in shock. Even Ethan was taken by surprise and he began to rub his cheek,
smiling in amusement.

“Is that all
you got?” he teased.

Pru quickly overcame her reserve
and she lifted up her hand again. It appeared that she needed no further
instruction and feeling encouraged by a rush of excitement, she slapped him a
second time. Soon they were struggling as he gripped her at the wrists, holding
them down as he tried to disable her. The more she tried to fight him off, the
more Ethan tightened his grasp and the more inflamed she became by the flurry.

She was reaching a high that felt
gloriously euphoric, akin to heroin in its addictiveness. He grappled with her,
trying to kiss her roughly on the mouth while Pru, with her hands
incapacitated, battled to turn her face repeatedly away from him. Ethan, unable
to ignore this stimulus any longer, pushed forward. “That’s better Pru. Now I
just hope...”

He paused for a second, cutting short
his words. His respite was misleading when suddenly he took her by surprise.
She yelped out and then he smiled knowingly, ready to finish his sentence.

“...you can
take it.”

His
temperament then changed as he buckled under a rush of adrenaline and his
groans became coarser. His assertive hands ravished her with an insatiable
appetite, while his thrusts increased in tempo, forcing her behind to chafe
against the rug. She found the feel of the wool a strange contradiction,
enjoyably soft and abrasive at the same time. She loved that he could cause her
discomfort when he became bullish. She was almost on the verge of asking that
he eased up slightly but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words; his force
was just too damn sexy. She also couldn’t chance any more interruptions.

“I did warn
that you’d get it hard,” he panted into her ear, his tone deep and ominous. The
innocuous threat had exactly the desired effect on Pru and she whimpered with a
heightened arousal as her eyes darkened to ebony orbs.

He pulled up her hands over her
head, clamping them together, leaving his one hand free to roam over her
heaving breasts. His short, heavy breaths buffeted against the side of her neck
and cheeks as he continued his frantic trespass over her body. She felt taken
and defenceless, impaled to the floor by his length; this was her
nirvana,
enslaved by her red-blooded master.

She pulled
up her head to nip at his shoulder and on glancing down she saw the fervid
bounce of his ass slamming into her. That was all it took to ignite her ardour
to a code red situation and with her impending relief just a thrust away, she
was more than ready to let go.

Her feral
cries resounded throughout the house in a crescendo as deliverance ran through
to her very core. He pushed down hard into her as they came together, slowing
down to a simultaneous rhythm as they reached their final moments and he had
flooded her. Pru cherished these moments, the feeling of being closer than
close, kindred spirits. A warm glow radiated throughout her body and she
crumpled in exhaustion, with the comforting weight of Ethan pressed upon her.
She adored every fibre of his body, even the wisp of his breath against her
neck. Before long she drifted dreamily into sleep, cosseted in his embrace.

Present Day

I’m suddenly
hurtled back into the present when my ‘pickup’ brushes the hair away from my
neck and plants butterfly kisses on my nape. At the same time, his fingertips
zigzag lightly down my side. I desperately try to control my breathing in an
effort to convince him that I’m asleep. He reaches around to my front, and his
fingers begin to circle my nipples and cup my breasts. My nipples stiffen
immediately and I feel paralyzed, numb from shock, bewilderment, and I hate to
admit, excitement.

Damn! What the hell do I do?
Scream? Run? Or bask in the attention while it lasts?
It’s Ethan’s
attention I’m really missing. The question is, was he missing me? For all I
know, he could be having it away with his mistress right now.

Why was the other woman always
called ‘mistress’ anyway? It made her sound far more adventurous than just
being the ‘girlfriend’. Well I’d say my current situation was pretty damn
daring…. correction: stupid.

All my
insecurities and doubts culminated yesterday in a dreadful argument. I torment
myself by re-running the events in my head and try to understand what the hell
is going on in Ethan’s.

It was
Saturday afternoon. I had just finished painting my nails and I was attempting
to dry them, waving my hands up and down like a demented baby bird learning to
fly. I had arranged for a taxi to pick me up at 4.30pm to go to my best friend
Suzy’s house, to meet up with the girls. She was serving some snacks and drinks
for us while we watched a movie DVD and then we would head into town later that
evening. Suzy would always jump at the chance to hostess a party, usually so
she could showcase her latest gadget. This time it was an anti-gravity
treadmill and yes, it was extravagant but hey, what woman doesn’t dream of
running like the bionic woman
and
feeling 20lbs lighter at the same
time?

I heard a
car pull up and I peered out the window to see Ethan arriving back home in his
van. Catching sight of Ethan unexpectedly, still made my stomach flip over. He
had been away overnight in Bath working at a new shopping complex. As much as I
missed him, I was in no position to complain because I had always encouraged
him to develop his business and he was now a well-respected builder in the
industry with four labourers working under him.

He paced up
the path, fumbling for his keys as he neared the porch, looking somewhat
pre-occupied. I found his gait compelling to watch, such a distinguished
swagger with purposeful strides. I jumped up from my seat when I heard the key
being turned and ran to the hall-way to greet him.

“Hello
darling,” I beamed.

His pensive expression was
displaced by a look of genuine happiness. I ran both my hands through his messy
waves and at the same time, I browsed his facial features, absorbing his rugged
handsomeness, his chiselled jawline, his aquiline nose, and the deep blue of
those brooding eyes; I always felt as though they were inviting me in for a
skinny-dip.

He puffed out his cheeks and
sighed. “Hello Gorgeous. I. am.
so
. thirsty.” He planted a kiss on my
cheek after each word, and I gave him a mellow smile in return.

He broke my
embrace and edged away to the kitchen. My arms dropped to my sides, followed
quickly by my heart, and then I strained a smile back on my face, following him
like a puppy scampering behind it’s master.

“So how’s the job going? Are you
running to schedule?” I asked.

He turned his back to open the
fridge door and took out a bottle of beer.

“Yeh,
everything was fine. I got done what I needed to.” He concluded his sentence
with a placid wink and then turned away again to pop the cap off with the
bottle-opener on his keys.

I perceived
from his body language that he didn’t want to elaborate any further. I was
becoming anxious and annoyed, annoyed with myself for persisting to ignore ‘the
elephant in the room’ but anxious to discovering the real reason for his
indifference towards me. How do you handle not wanting the answer to a question
that you feel obligated to ask? I put the predicament on hold and carried on as
normal. I leant forward across the worktop, wanting to appear as relaxed and as
genial as possible; after all he could just be over-tired from his heavy
work-load so I didn’t want to act unreasonable.

“Would you like a bacon sandwich
sweetie?”

He took a thirsty gulp and
replied, “Mmm, please darlin’, that would be lovely.”

“I’ll wait
and eat at Suzy’s instead. You know what a domestic goddess she is; even her
starters have three courses.”

Ethan cupped
my chin affectionately in his hand and smiled in agreement, leaving an
awkwardness still hanging heavy in the air. I walked over to the fridge, unsure
of what to say next. I chewed at the inside of my cheek, deciding that my
bitten cuticles had suffered enough from my recent worries. I was going to bite
the bullet and ask him outright so I placed the bacon under the unlit grill and
as I took out the loaf from the breadbin, I opened my mouth, ready to speak. I
hesitated, contemplating how I should start such a climactic conversation.
Ethan seemed to sense my intentions and diffused the mood by digging deep into
his back pocket and presented me with a small velvet box.

“I saw these
in a boutique and they were begging to be worn by you.”

My mouth was still open as I
placed down the loaf on the side. My eyes widened as I opened the box to see a
pair of vintage rhinestone earrings twinkling in splendour. He knew that I
loved anything and everything in 50’s retro.

I stared up
at Ethan and notice his face had softened and his brow less furrowed.

“Oh Ethe, they’re adorable, just
like you.”

I uttered a
little squeak and then I flung my arms around his neck.

“You know, these gifts can never
replace your kisses, but it’s still lovely that you’re thinking of me when
we’re apart,” I said appreciatively, passing them back to him to place in my
ears. I practically drooled as his hands reached up to graze my cheek. It
almost felt like he was touching me for the very first time.

“You enhance their sparkle a
million times over,” whispered Ethan sweetly and stepped back as if to inspect
me.

I felt more content than I had
done in a very long time and I recognised a new cheer in my voice. “So, what
are your plans for Jonah’s stag-night tonight? Please don’t hand-cuff him to a
lamp-post; that would just be cruel.”

“Are you kidding me, Jonah’s
bringing
the hand-cuffs. He wants us dressed in pilot gear, ‘Top Gun’ style, with the
aviator sunglasses and all. You know, I’ve always been a bit suspicious about
Jonah’s obsession with Tom Cruise and musicals.”

“Meaning what exactly?” I asked,
uncertain if my understanding of his comment was right.

“Put it this
way, he’ll try to catch the bride’s bouquet at his own wedding, and start a
catfight if he doesn’t.”

I laughed at
the possible seed of truth in Ethan’s supposition. I got on famously with Jonah
and I suddenly reviewed our conversations on pop music, fashion and interior
design with a different perspective.

“Oh my God, you could be right.
He’s only known Helga for six months hasn’t he. Are you saying it’s a marriage
of convenience then?”

“Trust me
Pru, there’ll be nothing convenient about living with ‘Helga the Horrible.’
Even her old man will be sprinting down the aisle to give her away.”

I smirk as I
gain a whole new respect, and pity, for Jonah.

“Anyway, all I know is that we’re
all meeting at the
Champagne Bar
and then ending up at
Libertines
Strip Club
.

“Hmm, interesting, so it’ll be a
night of naval men gawping at ladies’ navels then,” I said with speculation.

He chuckled at my incisive
observation. “Don’t include me in that…. or Jonah for that matter. I only have
eyes for you. How about I keep the ray-bans on all night and that way I’ll
hardly see anything?”

I giggled and pushed my hands up
his t-shirt and around his waist. “I like that idea,” I replied, nodding
eagerly.

He smirked, his eyes glinting
with mischief. “Although, that does mean I’ll have to feel my way around
instead.”

I tightened
my grip, kissed him hard on the mouth and smiled at his boyish cheek. “Nice try
Lieutenant but I’ll have you court-martialled for any bad behaviour.”

I turned
back to light the grill, put it on medium and then sidled back up to Ethan. I
was feeling a little bit randy by the thought of Ethan in pilot attire.

“How about if tomorrow morning,
you put that uniform back on, I climb aboard your jet engine and you fly me to
heaven and back?” I cringed as soon as I heard back my own double-entendres.
Still, it was too late to retract them so I overlooked my embarrassment and
tip-toed my fingers up his t-shirt, gazing up at him from beneath my lashes.

“Erm, I’m not sure, I’ve got to
get up early tomorrow to drop Bert off at the airport and then I’m popping to
mums to fit a wardrobe. I may be gone for most of the day,” he replied, taking
my hands and holding them down to his side.

I felt my eyes begin to fill up
and I fought against allowing the tears to fall. I pulled away from him in
humiliation and frustration, but with female hormones set on default, I try to
conceal my pain with anger.

“I never see you anymore Ethe.
Our sex-life seems to have been adjourned, and did you know that’s the second
time you’ve turned me down in six months? Did you think I’d forgotten?” My
voice wavered and I felt the lump in my throat choking me. “What the
fuck
is going on?”

He stood there shell-shocked at
my outburst. I didn’t even give him a right to reply before I off-load more
paranoia onto him.

“Why have
you been acting so cagey for months? One day you want to tear my clothes off,
and then the next day you disappear out the house or you’re asleep by
tea-time?”

I knew my
eruption would only bring limited relief to my anguish but right there and then
it felt cathartic; I even quite liked how the word ‘
fuck
’ felt on my
tongue. Ethan remained speechless and devastation bit into his face. I almost
began to empathise with him as I saw his shoulders slump. He shook his head,
reached out his hands to lie flat on the central worktop and looked me squarely
in the face. His frown was absorbed and serious.
My God even his frown was
just unbelievably sexy.
I had to mentally divert my attention back from the
seductive tenseness. What was wrong with me? I felt like my sexual abstinence
had turned me into a horny tramp.

“Pru, just leave it there please,
you’re being silly, you know I’m crazy about you,” he said in a quiet, agitated
tone. Then he rubbed the back of his neck, as if stalling for time.

I knew he was itching to
un-burden himself but my bruised ego seemed to want to make him squirm and hurt
as much as I did. “You say you’re working late, or your second cousin’s
brother-in-law’s friend wants you to check out a new car, or you have to take
Jim to the loo.”

A cautious smile crept on to
Ethan’s lips so I knew he’d picked up on my tongue-tied gaffe. “Did you mean
that I take Lou to the gym?” I knew he was trying to lighten the grim mood but
his frivolity was met with an icy glare.

“So, what will be your next
excuse Ethe?” I was being very animated at this stage, with arms flying
everywhere and sarcasm on stand-by. “Maybe you could help the postman deliver
his fucking mail? Or will you be too busy testing out bed-springs with the
strippers from
Libertines
?!”

I saw him try unsuccessfully to
repress a snigger, bemused by my nonsensical chatter. This just upset me
further. If I wasn’t so familiar with his carefree nature, it could appear as
if he was intent on antagonising me.

“Why is everything always a big
joke to you?” I snapped back.

Ethan’s complacent mood switched
to anger. “Well right now, I’d say this joke isn’t at all funny. So come on
Pru, what the fuck is the punch-line?”

“I’m just
not in denial anymore Ethe, I’ve been too stupid to realise that you’re back to
your philandering ways. Was your dick due for release after eleven years good
behaviour?”

He looked
shocked at my coarse phrasing. To be honest, I was quite surprised myself at
how easily the profanities tumbled from my lips but I was confident that I had
used them in the appropriate context. Although, quite frankly, I didn’t give a
damn whether I’d been appropriate or not, I was feeling quite rebellious, or
perhaps, just deeply wounded.

“Surely you don’t really believe
that,” he exclaimed. His voice revealed indignation.

“How dare
you look hurt. It’s not you that’s been ignored for months!” I paused, waiting
for his reaction but the silence was deafening.

The only thing to fill the air
was the savoury aroma of grilling bacon. How unfortunate that with my stomach
feeling like it was on spin cycle, I had lost my appetite for any food. Suzy
would be very disappointed; her culinary skills would be wasted on me.

Ethan
scrubbed his hands up and down his face, and then grunted in exasperation. He
seemed desperate to talk but uncertain what to say.

“My God
Ethe, am I not even worth a heated row anymore? Well don’t bother; they say
silence is worth a thousand words!”

I heard the
hoot of the taxi and I felt grateful for an excuse to escape this dreadful
mess. I grabbed my hand-bag and rushed to the door, my fingers stumbling to
open the lock. I squeezed my eyes shut to clear my watery vision and with Ethan
in pursuit, I finally managed to fling open the door and marched to the waiting
taxi.

“And I hope
you burn your bacon!” I shouted inanely as I slammed the door shut.