Red Phoenix's Passion is for Lovers Collection (Boxed Set) (23 page)

The Construction Worker

T
ina leaned her head against the hotel door, her heart beating rapidly like hummingbird wings. Would he be there? She’d handed him the invitation yesterday, but hadn’t stayed to see his reaction:

If you would like to play with me, meet me at noon tomorrow.

Blue Moon, Room #22

He’d caught her attention a few months back when construction started on the high-rise close to her apartment. She thought he would be good as her first. He seemed a bit rough around the edges, but he had kind eyes.

To protect her heart, she purposely came ten minutes late. If he wasn’t there, she would know as soon as she opened the door. It was preferable to sitting in the quiet hotel room all alone, enduring the heavy weight of rejection.

But what if he was there… Then it meant she was about to have an affair with a stranger.

“Just open the door, girl,” she mumbled to herself. Tina held her breath as it swung open. She heard the rustle of movement and felt a thrilling ache in her loins knowing he wanted her, too. She walked into the room, pretending to be calmer than she felt. “Hello.”

The rugged man stood near the window. He was dressed in dusty blue jeans, a plaid shirt and an orange safety vest. His hardhat and tool belt were on the desk next to him. He nodded to her, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

Tina was turned on by his look, having only gone for professional types in the past. She was curious what he would be like in bed, but was uncertain how to proceed. How did one go about fucking a stranger? “Sorry, I’m late.”

His deep voice filled the small room. “I was wondering if you changed your mind.”

“No.” She smiled shyly. “I’ve been dreaming about you for too long.”

“So, what’s your name?” he asked.

“No names.” Tina moved in close, breathing in his manly scent, which only added to his overall allure. “I just want us to enjoy each other.”

Without another word, he pulled her to him, kissing her hard and pressing his growing erection against her stomach. She felt the tiniest quiver of fear, knowing there was no turning back now.

Unfortunately, he sensed it and pulled away from her. His deep blue eyes looked her over, finally resting on her left hand. “You’re married.”

She covered her ring instinctively and then forced herself to relax. “Is that a problem?”

He paused for only a second and then gave her a mischievous grin, wrapping his strong arms around her. “Not for me.”

He pressed his lips against hers, darting his tongue into her mouth. She melted as he explored the roof of her mouth, the ridges of her teeth, the contours of her tongue leaving nothing untasted or untouched. She moaned in his arms.

Tina hadn’t been possessed like that in years. Her body automatically responded, molding itself to him. She grabbed onto his belt loops and pressed herself against his cock. His deep-throated groan made her gush with wetness.

“You sexy vixen,” he growled, picking her up in his muscular arms and carrying her to the bed. He laid her down and then crawled on top, crushing her with his weight as he plundered her mouth again. His hand snuck under her shirt and made its way to her breast. She was tired of halfhearted attempts at foreplay, so his aggressiveness was intoxicating—this man wanted to fuck her and wasn’t wasting any time.

He pinched her nipple, making her squirm. “Do you like?” he murmured.

“Yes,” she breathed into his ear.

“I thought you might.” He pushed her shirt up and grabbed both breasts, pushing them together and squeezing them playfully. “I’ve wanted to suck on these ever since you passed by the work site that first day.” He moved his head down as he pulled at her bra, exposing her rosy nipple. “My men and I appreciate how much they bounce when you walk.” His lips encased her nipple and he began sucking hard. She arched her back, pushing herself further into his mouth, wanting him to suckle her. He obliged her and went a step further, pulling at her bra to get at the other nipple and pinching with equal fervor. “Oohhh…” she moaned.

His erection hardened between them as he dry-humped her with passion. “We have to get these clothes off,” he stated gruffly.

He lifted her in a sitting position and pulled off her blouse, quickly undoing her bra. Meanwhile, she unbuttoned his shirt, anxious to see what he looked like under the plaid material.

The man had a fine coating of chest hair over his defined pecs. He had the muscles of a working man and she couldn’t help running her hands over them. Caressing them heightened her sense of arousal.

He pressed her naked chest against his, kissing her roughly in the process. The sex emanating from him had her pussy throbbing in excitement. She wanted him to take her without further delay. “Fuck me,” she whispered.

He ripped at her jeans, struggling to get the button undone. Once it popped open, he thrust his hand down her pants. She gasped when his finger touched her clit. “Holy shit, you’re wet!” He removed his hand and grabbed onto to her pants, pulling them off forcibly in his hurry to undress her.

Tina had to stifle a grin at his enthusiasm. It was like watching a thirsty man clawing his way to life-giving water. How amazing that her body had that kind of power over him.

Once she was free of her clothes, he started on his own jeans. Then he glanced at her newly waxed pussy and stopped. “A Brazilian? Oh my God, that’s beautiful.” He swooped down and started swirling his tongue against her clit.

She whimpered in pleasure, enjoying the flicks of fire he created. She rubbed her hands through his hair, moaning, “Oh, that’s nice. That’s
so
nice.”

“Sweet nectar,” he mumbled from her mound. He pulled back the hood of her clit and exposed her to his full attention. She squirmed beneath him, barely able to handle the intense stimulation.

“Fuck me, please,” she whimpered.

His chuckle was low and seductive as he stood back up, unbuttoning his work pants. The outline of his cock showed clearly under his white briefs. She licked her lips as she watched him remove them and stand over her. After years of vanilla sex, she was about to get fucked—
really
fucked.

Before he advanced towards the bed, she asked, “Could you wear the hat?”

He got a funny look on his face, glancing over at his hardhat on the desk and then back to her. “You want me to wear that?”

“Please.”

He shook his head in amusement, placing it squarely on his head as he winked at her. Tina loved the look of him standing there all sexy and cute completely naked except for the hardhat. He didn’t question her strange request, choosing instead to settle between her legs.

Her sexy construction worker pressed the head of his large shaft against her moist opening and looked into her eyes as he entered her. He felt so big, different than she was used to. “Oh…” she cried out in surprise.

He smiled and pushed himself in deeper. Then he braced himself before thrusting into her hot depths with long, solid strokes. She watched in wonder at his rippling muscles, his entire body striving to push his manhood deep inside.

Tina wrapped her legs around him, inviting him to probe even further, needing to feel his total possession. “You feel so good,” she purred.

“Of course I do,” he confidently replied. Normally, she would have been turned off by such arrogance, but his cockiness only increased his sex appeal.

He began a more concentrated pounding, slapping his pelvis against her loins mercilessly. She threw her head back and let out a scream of pleasure. When was the last time she had screamed during sex? Years… This was exactly what she wanted, what her body had been begging for. “Yes, deeper!” she moaned.

He growled, “I’m going to come so fucking deep inside you.” Her loins contracted pleasurably in response to his words. He picked up the rhythm, adding an extra thrust at the end of each stroke. “Oh yeah, I’m close. It’s going to be a big one.”

She tensed under him, wanting to feel his come, to be a part of his orgasm. “Yes, yes!”

He grunted loudly as his come erupted inside her. Thrust after thrust, he unleashed his load—his possession of her complete.

She panted underneath him, shocked by the passionate exchange. She hadn’t been fucked like that in so long that she had forgotten what it felt like. He lifted himself off her and stated, “You didn’t come, did you?”

She shook her head.

He disappeared between her legs and began sucking her pulsing clit. When he started flicking his tongue against it as his fingers plundered her swollen pussy, she whimpered. Oh, to come while having sex—now that was a real luxury. It usually happened alone in the shower or with a vibrating toy. She stiffened as the telltale chills of her impending orgasm crept upon her.

Her thighs clamped around his head as the first wave crashed over her. Tina groaned from the intensity of it, feeling her pelvis lift off the bed of its own accord. After the second wave moved through her, she relaxed enough to release his head from her thighs’ vice-like grip. She moaned as the last of her orgasm abated, trembling from the strength of it.

“Good?” he asked with a self-satisfied grin.

She would have answered with a witty retort, except it had been exactly what she needed and she was grateful. “Yes, beyond good.”

He winked as he got up from the bed. “I’m glad.” He quickly donned his clothes and then looked at his watch. “I’ve gotta run. Want to do this again sometime?”

Tina scooted into a sitting position and hugged her knees to her chest. “Nope. This was a onetime deal.”

His face fell. “Say it ain’t so.”

“Sorry.”

He reluctantly gathered the rest of his tools and leaned over her. He took off his hardhat and placed it on her head. “So you’ll remember me.” He patted her head before giving her a long, lingering kiss. He didn’t look back when he shut the door.

Tina touched the hat on her head and smiled. “Don’t worry, I won’t forget.” Tina took out a small black book and checked off the box next to the words “Construction Worker”.

The Powerful Executive

T
ina had always dated professional men, but she’d never fucked a man with real power before. During her husband’s many cocktail parties, she’d come across one who intrigued her. He was a top executive with a reputation of being quite the playboy. Being single, attractive and rich, he had little reason for morals. She wasn’t too worried about him not showing up, especially for a quick nooner at a luxurious hotel. She waltzed into his office, handed the invitation over and left without a word. Before the elevator closed, she heard a long whistle come from his office.