Shiver : 13 Sexy Tales of Humor and Horror - Aurora Belle - Страница 55

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At about one thirty in the morning, my phone alarm vibrated, waking me so I could follow through on the mystery note. I had a serious bone to pick with Sean for pulling this stunt. Maybe I’d slip some milk of magnesia in his oatmeal. I peered at the other side of the bed to a sleeping Miles. I could have roused him for a quickie before I trotted downstairs. But I was out to win this game, so I didn’t share my secret clue.

I slid out of bed and put my bra, shirt, and sweatpants on. No need to scare the house ghost I was sure haunted the place because of my jiggling triple D love mounds. I supposed if it came down to it, I could always use them as weapons. Sometimes they felt like heavy boulders. I padded my way across the dark room and made sure the bedroom door didn’t squeak. The creaking stairs proved to be another feat. I took one step at a time, cringing if the steps made a popping noise. I finally hit the bottom of the stairs and glanced back up to see if I woke anyone up using my stealthy ninja techniques.

The house was dark and I made a mental note to talk to Marie about getting some night lights in place before they got sued by someone breaking their neck. However, that would make the murder mystery game more authentic if someone actually kicked the bucket. I looked at the note again to remind myself of my task.

Obviously, I was supposed to head to the kitchen for something. Maybe I’d be surprised with cupcakes with cream cheese frosting! I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Focus! I looked around for the kitchen. When I found it, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and I was thoroughly disappointed my fantasy cupcakes were not waiting for me. I looked on the granite countertops for any notes left behind. I even searched through the cabinets. I huffed in frustration because I could have been sleeping in my warm bed next to my man meat, but instead I was chasing an empty clue.

“Find what you’re looking for?” a deep voice said from behind me.

A deep voice I was well acquainted with. A deep voice that usually whispered dirty things in my ears.

“Don’t turn around. I like the view from behind,” he said.

“I’m supposed to be searching for a clue for this stupid ass game,” I waved my hands around the kitchen, then felt along the counter top to see if anything was there.

“There was a note left for you in our room?”

“Yes. I’m going to have a serious talk with Sean and Marie about their game tactics.”

“Maybe they didn’t write the note.”

“Oh, then who did?”

I heard him move behind me, and he brushed my hair over my shoulder. He blew a small breath across my bare neck, making my body shiver.

“Maybe it was the house ghost.”

“You mean the house ghost with an impressively large cock that’s hard and pressing into my ass?”

“Perhaps,” he whispered.

Oh, the whispering! It sent electricity straight to my Bermuda Triangle. He wrapped his large hands around my abdomen and slid them under the hem of my shirt. I sucked in a breath when his hands touched my skin. Slowly, he raised them until he was cupping my breasts.

“Why the fuck are you wearing a bra? Your tits should be available at all times.”

And in one solid motion he grabbed both cups of my bra and pulled them down, releasing my breasts from their confinement. He skillfully rolled my nipples with his fingers, giving them a small pinch. I cried out in both pleasure and pain.

“Shh, or I’ll have to grab one of those kitchen towels and gag your mouth.”

Oh, holy hell, I was going to explode like Slimer in Ghostbusters. All that would be left of me would be a puddle of orgasm on the floor. That would make interesting morning discussion.

He continued his onslaught of my body by moving his hands from my breasts down to the front of my sweatpants and slipping his hands inside.

“Let’s see how wet my sweetness is for me. If it isn’t slick enough, I might have to use my tongue.”

Christ on a cracker. The man was going to kill me with his dirty mouth. My tombstone would read: Here lies Moxie. She was killed by dirty words. She didn’t stand a chance. God help her soul.

Two thick fingers slid inside me, searching for the answer to his question.

“Ah, you are wet. But you could always use some more slickness.”

With urgency he pulled my sweatpants and panties down to my ankles, leaving me exposed to the cool air.

“Bend forward, grab the counter, and spread.”

I followed his instructions, bending at the waist and gripping the granite as if my life depended on it. Miles went down on his knees and pulled my hips back to meet his mouth with urgency and fervor. His tongue delved into my core, sweeping across in my clit with every stroke. I panted as the pleasure built up in my gut. His hands gripped my hips so hard, I knew he would leave bruise marks. And I loved every second of it.

But then he stopped before I could find my release and moved back up my body. His mouth met my ear, and I could smell myself on his breath.

“I was going to let you come on my tongue, but I need to be inside you right now, or I’ll fall apart.”

My knees threatened to buckle at those words. I heard him pull his boxer briefs down releasing what I knew to be an impressive erection. He grabbed my sore hip and plunged deep inside of me, letting a pleading groan escape his lips.

“Oh God, sweetness, you’re so damn tight,” he grunted in a low tone.

I was swept away in the pleasure of the moment. His pace quickened and his breath became ragged. He reached around my waist to he could fondle my clit while to pounded into me.

“Moxie, I want you to fucking come for me.”

It only took those words to send me off the cliff. He moved the hand he was stroking me with up to cover my mouth and stifle my cries of pleasure. After a few more thrusts, he buried his head in my neck, biting the skin to quiet his own cries. After a few moments we both returned to earth and the present.

Through my ragged breathing, I said, “We could have done this upstairs in bed.”

Miles panted as well. “But where would be the mystery? That is the game right?”

“I think you’re using sex as a distraction technique so you can win the game.” I chuckled.

“No, I’m using sex because you’ve made my dick hard all night.”

“You mean the love affair with the head of the pom-poms squad wasn’t it doing it for you?” I said, poking his chest lightly.

“Nah, I always liked the misfits better. They were always more kinky.”

I turned around and placed a sweet but hard kiss on his lips. “This misfit is now sated, happy, and ready to go back to bed.”

I pulled my clothing back into place. Miles followed suit and grabbed my hand to lead me back upstairs. I reached our room and opened the door. When Miles had gotten up to come down stairs he had left a lamp on in the room so we could see our way back to the bed. But instead we saw Sam lay on our bed spread eagle naked as the day he was born. It was a horrific sight! He saw Miles and me and quickly grabbed the sheet to cover himself.

“What the fuck?” I yelled. “What the hell are you doing in my bed butt ass naked?”

“Didn’t Miles get the note?” His eyes widened and he rubbed the back of his neck.

“You wrote the note?” I said.

“Yeah. But he was supposed to get it so I could come in here and find you gloriously naked and horny.”

“What the fuck was I supposed to do with the note?” Miles asked, trying very hard to keep calm.

“You were supposed to go downstairs and look for clues. I figured you didn’t look very bright, so it would take you a while,” Sam said.

Miles and I looked at each other, I gave him a wink and a smirk. Without saying anything he knew exactly what I meant.

“You’re right, Sam, I must not be that bright. I’ll go back down and look for clues.” Miles took one more look at me and walked out of the room.

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