Sasha White

Hot & Hard

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Hot & HardVirgin Books – Black Lace
Hot and Hard
Part of the WICKED WORDS EIGHT anthology.
ISBN-10: 0352337877
ISBN-13: 9780352337870
Format: Mass Market Paperback, 288pp
Genre: Contemporary
Length: Short Story
Published: December 4, 2017

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    EXCERPT

The next morning I awoke drenched in sweat, the temperature already in the nineties. Slipping into my bikini, I wrapped a sarong around my hips, filled my bag with essentials and headed to the beach. I knew my friends would already be lazing about on the soft sand.

When I got there I saw that Alex was the only one lazing; the others were already surfing, or playing in the waves. The warm waters of the Indian Ocean were the most popular way to escape the blistering heat of the South African summer sun. Not ready to join in the play yet, I stripped to my bikini bottoms and dropped down next to Alex. ‘Guess what I saw last night!’ Reaching for the bottle of lotion she was struggling with, I told her about the night before.

‘The thought of two men together has never turned me on before,’ I said as I rubbed the sun lotion into her smooth skin. ‘It’s never repelled me either, it just wasn’t something I thought about.’ Yet there was no denying how hot watching Hans fuck that surfer’s arse had made me.

‘Maybe it is because it is new for you.’ The Italian’s voice was soft and gentle when she replied. ‘”New” is always exciting. Remember the first time you peeked at your father’s magazines? Or touched yourself?’

‘It’s more than that, Alex. It was so total. I was so wrapped up in them I wasn’t even aware of how close I was to coming until he told me to. Then BAM! I came.’

‘All right, maybe it wasn’t the actual fucking that made you hot. Maybe it was the way he controlled everything. He is obviously a dominant man, and he is only interested in those that will let him be in control. Even I noticed him last night; he has a powerful aura, not your typical backpacker. I believe there is not much in his life he doesn’t control.’ She slid a sideways glance at me, ‘You are the same in that way, only you hide it, and he does not.’

‘Yeah, maybe,’ I mumbled as I flopped down next to her and let the sun work its magic on the pale skin of my tits. ‘You know, Alex, no matter how long I tan topless my tits are never gonna catch up with the rest of me, are they? I’m always going to have these tan lines.’

She smoothed a finger over my bare breast, ran it back and forth over the nipple till it peaked for her. A slow smile spread across her beautiful face. ‘No they will never catch up, but they will always be tempting.’

I looked jealously at her mountainous chest then down the rest of her body, all evenly tanned to the color of lightly creamed coffee. ‘Whatever,’ I muttered to myself before closing my eyes. ‘The grass is always greener…’

My eyes slid shut and I let the heat seep into my bones. Drifting around in my mind was a plan of action. I wanted Hans, and everything I sensed he could offer me. Deep down I knew that she was right about him, and me. Getting tied up, being made to lose control, was a fantasy I often used to get myself off. Unfortunately, I’ve never met a guy man enough to take control away from me in the bedroom. I wanted someone to take it from me, not wait for me to give it to him. People appreciate the things they earn, or take, more than the things they are given. My control would be a prize, not a gift.

‘Did you like it last night?’

Just the sound of his voice put a flutter in my stomach. I thought I was dreaming for a moment, but when I turned my head and opened my eyes I saw Hans sitting on the sand next to me. He wasn’t looking at me but at Alex, playing in the waves. I was so deep in thought I never even noticed her get up and leave.

‘I think you know the answer to that.’ And if he didn’t then I’d given him far too much credit.

A slight smile appeared on his full lips as he turned and met my gaze. ‘I would like to see that you enjoy tonight as well.’

‘Yeah? I thought you were only into men.’

‘You don’t think that. I am a sexual person; both men and women attract me. Much like yourself.’ He flashed that enigmatic smile again.

‘I work the bar tonight. Why not now?’ I challenged him, trying to gain control of the situation. We both knew I would lose it later, that I wanted to lose it later, but for now I needed to feel that I was in control. He let me.

He gathered up my beach paraphernalia while I tied my bikini top into place and waved to Alex before strolling up the beach towards cottage one. We didn’t speak or touch as we walked and when we entered the cottage I dropped my bag, turned and pressed my body into his. Our lips met and immediately opened into a hungry, eating kiss. My hands gripped his shoulders and slid around to his back. He felt so hard and hot, his muscles playing under my fingertips as they roamed his body, already slick from the heat. Hans gripped my hips and spun us around so my back was against the wall. He pushed his hips against mine and before I could push back I felt his fingers grip my hair and he pulled my head back sharply.

‘I want you to sit over there and do not move.’ Hans directed me to the table and chairs in front of the picture window before going into another room. He emerged from the room a minute later with a black scarf dangling from one hand and a toiletry bag in the other. He strolled over, stepped behind me and firmly tied the scarf over my eyes. It was folded over so many times that my view was completely blocked. I couldn’t even see shadows through the material. All of a sudden another scarf was placed roughly between my lips and stretched tight, gagging me. My breath came faster and I felt a rush of heat flow to my pussy. It had begun.