Firecracker in Heat - Firecracker #1 (Erotic Romance) (2 page)

The track was quite a production, with several climbing walls and deep pitfalls near the starting and finish line. Suddenly Trixie wasn’t so sure what she had gotten herself into, but that concern was quickly derailed when Cy slipped an arm around her waist.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

She
was
shaking, a little from the cold, a little from nerves. This race was going to be more challenging
 than she first realized. Trixie took another look around, this time for any people on the site. The construction crews were long gone and she didn’t see any patrolling security guards.

Instead of answering his question, Trixie took Cy by the hand, lead him onto the track, and pushed him up against a wooden hoarding, planting a kiss on him there. She gripped the back of his neck with one hand and placed her other up against his stomach. His abdominal muscles were impossibly well-defined. Cy's fingers went to her naked back. 
Trixie wasn’t planning on having anything more than an evening of fun, but based on the washboard she was feeling now, it might evolve into more. She parted from their kiss to lightly nibble on his ear.

“I
was
 chilly, but something tells me that won't be a problem much longer.”

Cy kissed her neck. Trixie could feel her cleft swell in reaction to his lips, radiating warmth into her body. Dusk was falling around them and she didn’t care. The desire in her loins was fast approaching that point where she stopped thinking about their surroundings. No, she needed to slow down a bit. This was not the place to unleash herself completely. There were other roads to satisfaction that could be explored first.

Trixie ran her fingers through his hair as they kissed again and wrapped a leg around his waist. Was this how she held back? It was all the permission Cy needed to go a little further. His tentative behavior melted away as strong hands gripped her waist. He lifted her off the ground as she clutched his back for balance. Cy swayed a little, but her weight was virtually negligible to him. He might be slender, but he was built like an oak. Cy walked them to a row of bleachers where he gently set her down on a long bench.

There was still enough light in the darkening sky that she could see his eyes. There was lust there, but also restraint as he hovered above her body. His hand stroked the inside of her leg, but didn't go any higher as they kissed. 
They were already past that point in her mind, but well-raised boys didn't presume. Trixie lifted her dress up.

“Don’t hold back for my sake.”

Cy nodded and headed between her legs. He nuzzled the bridge of his nose against her mound and inhaled. Trixie moaned and arched her back. She was already wet and t
he smell of her sex seemed to empower Cy. His thumb stroked her nethers, circling and delving only insofar as her underwear allowed.

“Take them off,” she begged.

With surprising strength, his fingers grasped her panties and effortlessly tore them from her body
. Suddenly her lips were exposed to the cool alpine air, and 
without the slightest discomfort
. He may as well have been tearing through paper.

Trixie had to question whether she was losing her senses. She barely knew Cy. Trixie had taken guys back to her place the same night as meeting them, but the speed of this hook up was breaking all records. Had even an hour passed yet? She didn’t care anymore. Her mind was made up. Cy would get the works, but she would take her pound of flesh as well.

If Cy felt bad about tearing off her panties, he apologized by lapping his tongue against her swollen node. Trixie bent her legs back, fully exposing her breach. He increased the rhythm of his licking and drew back on her labia until she slipped from his mouth. Trixie was proud of her cleft. Not only did the carpet match the drapes, but she was more accommodating than her slender frame suggested. She pulled his hand up to her mouth and sucked on one of his fingers, giving him a sneak peek of what was to come.

Cy’s eyes widened at the gesture. Clearly he had a good imagination. He promptly dove back between her legs again until she was brimming with dew. Her juices didn’t slow his enthusiasm in the least. Instead of coming up for air, he draped her legs over his broad shoulders. 
Trixie’s belly reeled with approaching release. He retrieved his hand and brought it between her legs, never stopping the whiplash of his tongue.

“Oh… whatever you’re doing… don’t stop,” she barely managed.

Trixie spread her legs wider apart and Cy slipped two fingers between her lips, driving them upwards against the slippery roof of her cavern while continuing to flick the enlarged nub of her entrance.

“That… that… whatever you do, don’t stop doing THAT!” she cried as the sensation grew, reached a peak, and then spilled over the side.

Trixie became a river of honey. She could barely breathe. Cy was probably drowning. She stifled a scream, which only made the release more intense, but he refused to stop there, riding her bucking hips as she gushed. He gripped her naked thighs to hold them steady and licked her continuously until the tremors mercifully stopped.

Trixie propped herself up to see him again. He was wiping his chin and mouth clean, grinning with accomplishment. She couldn’t begrudge him that. He took pride in his work.

“Did I break your jaw?”

“You tried, but I’m not easily discouraged. Sorry about your underwear. They, um, got in the way,” he said.

“My panties be damned. Are you sure that wasn’t too much?” Trixie asked, combing a mess of disheveled ginger hair out of her face with one hand.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said.

“You didn’t exactly give me a choice. My head is
still
spinning.”

“Catch your breath,” Cy suggested, smoothing her dress down. He stood up and moved to sit behind her on the bleachers, “There’s no rush”

Trixie laughed at the irony of that statement. She leaned against him, resting shakily against his chest. “I may be jelly right now, but it’s only temporary.”

Cy smiled easily. “That’s your fault. You shouldn’t taste so good. I didn’t want to stop. You were like…” he looked off to one side, consulting with his thoughts again, “peach mead, if that even exists.”

“I don’t think it does.”

“Well it does now. That was as much for me as it was for you.”

“Such a gentleman.”

Trixie spun around and kissed him again, which still carried a hint of her own juices, and then slipped a hand between his legs, cupping him. He inhaled sharply, not expecting the gesture, but didn’t pull away either. The sky was much darker now, but Trixie didn’t need to see what she was doing. She could feel Cy’s shaft pushing up against his jeans.

“You might be a gentleman, but I won't pretend to be a lady.”

“You don’t have to do that just because I--"

“Helped yourself to my peach mead?" she said teasing him. “It seems only fair that what comes aroung goes around
.”

Cy tried to kiss her again, but she pushed him away with a hand on his chest, urging him to lie back. He did as instructed. Now it was her turn.

Trixie stroked the bulge in his jeans. She tucked her fingers into the waistband and undid the zipper. Cy’s appendage escaped his boxers and reached upwards into the cool night air. She pulled his briefs and pants down together and straddled him. Her mound slid along one of his upper legs, causing him to swell even more. Trixie grabbed his organ and passed her thumb over the already wet tip.

“You seem to have started without me.”

“I couldn’t help it. Your taste got me––”

Trixie wrapped her mouth around his cock. She loved cutting him off like that. Her lips widened and narrowed over the ridge of his head, grabbing the base firmly to keep the blood there. She swirled her tongue around his length and Cy groaned with approval.

Trixie turned her head sideways and ran her mouth along his span. She whipped her scarlet hair aside so he could watch her in the fading twilight. She knew the speed men preferred and had every intention of building up to that tempo, but not yet. Cy found his words again.

“If you’re not a lady, then I don’t care to meet one.”

She cupped his sack and felt only smooth skin. Trixie always tried to reward excellent hygiene. She kissed each one, lingering to caress them with her mouth. Cy's hips moved beneath her legs. He was ready. She took him in her mouth again. Trixie gripped his member and darted up and down, adding a little twist with her hand each time. She reached between his legs at the same time and stroked the muscle behind his balls. Cy gripped the bench on either side of him.

Trixie strengthened her grasp and focused entirely on sucking his head, pumping the stem with her other hand. Cy exhaled a primal grunt. That’s when Trixie accepted him down her throat. Up and down she bobbed. The hand that had been stroking him swirled around his length with each descent of her lips. Her other hand reached down and fondled his sack, playfully passing each one between her fingers. She could feel him swell along his span.

Cy blew out of himself in powerful spurts, jetting waves of thick cream down her throat. Trixie took it all, which she decided had a citrus taste. Clearly there was no end to how considerate Cy could be. When he finally stopped coming, Trixie withdrew unhurriedly, licking him clean with a devious tongue.

“If I had to guess, you eat a lot fruit,” she said with a wry smile.

Cy shook his head in disbelief. 
“You’re all kinds of surprising. No woman has ever done that for me before. I don’t think you spilled a drop.”

“I didn’t,” she said proudly, “You’re spoiled for good now.”

Cy laughed. “Nothing escapes you, does it?”

“Nope. It’s my superpower. I try not abuse it, unless I’m hungry. Then Trixie
has
to be fed.”

“And does Trixie always get what she wants?” Cy asked.

She liked that he didn’t beat around the bush.

“I don’t deny myself what I want if that’s what you mean, like tonight… when I saw you for the first time.”

“Are you in the village long?” Cy asked hopefully.

“Two nights. How about you?”

Cy considered his answer. “I'm here the same days as you, on business.”

Trixie didn’t mind pillow-talk, or bleacher-talk as the case may be, but her cravings weren’t even close to satisfied yet. 
“Do you have any business right now, Cy short for Cyril, or are you free for the evening?”

She lightly brushed his length with her fingernails, refusing to let him deflate. Cy was already rallying at her touch.

“I have to wake up early, but I’m not doing anything tomorrow that can’t be done on little or no sleep.”

Trixie liked how he thought. 
“Well I have the Fairview Suite all to myself, unless you can offer something better?”

“The
Fairview
? No, I definitely can’t top that.”

Cy and Trixie made their way through the streets, holding each other up. They were still a little weak-kneed and drunk from their orgasms. As they approached the hotel entrance, Cy paused.

“I’ll meet you upstairs. Let me pick up a few things first. Remind me, which floor is the Fairview on?”

“The eighth.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Cy kissed her wantonly before leaving. She loved his affectionate enthusiasm. There was definitely excitement between them. For now, however, Trixie kept her emotions walled up. She had gone through too many promising beginnings and Cy hadn’t been tested yet. Their evening was off to a roaring start, but there was no telling how he would react when she really cut loose.

Trixie suspected he was buying the basic sundries for a spontaneous evening. Another point in his favor. Not only was Cy considerate, but he didn’t presumptuously carry condoms with him at all times. She caught a disheveled reflection of herself in the hotel glass doors, but didn’t quicken her stride. Trixie winked at the female concierge just to see her expression. The woman stiffly took notice but went right back to work.

Arriving at her room, she had just enough time to freshen up and slip into something more comfortable before his knock. Trixie checked the spy hole first. She wasn’t about to give the bell hop anymore
tips
. Seeing that the coast was clear, Trixie opened the door bedecked in a see-through camisole that she fully expected would end up on the floor soon. She struck her best pin-up pose as Cy started to speak.

“I picked up some mead for––"

He stalled in mid-sentence and did a humorous double-take. That’s twice she caught him off guard. It took him a flattering five seconds to form words again.

“Forgive me for saying this, but the less clothes you wear the better you look.”

“Only if you forgive me for making the same assumption about you,” she threw back.

His white shirt stretched across a broad chest that was accentuated even more by a thin waist. Not missing a beat, he stepped into the room and effortlessly hoisted Trixie up with one arm, cupping her backside. She loved how easily Cy weilded his strength without being a thick-necked body builder. His muscle was practical rather than bulky.

Trixie bit her lower lip and gripped him with both thighs, using rigorous months of training to hold on tight. Cy swept a foot behind him and slammed the door shut. He placed the bottle of mead on the nearest of two nightstands and lowered them onto the closest bed.

“Two beds?” he asked.

“Long story, but I’m here alone. We can push them together if you like. Or, you know,
migrate
them together,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

Cy smiled and leaned in to kiss Trixie as she undid his belt. He stopped for a moment to notice that she was already undressing him.

“I can barely keep up with you!”

Trixie knew she was coming on strong, but it didn’t seem to bother Cy. His arousal was already peaking over the waist of his jeans with a lustful cyclopean eye. Trixie couldn’t get to him fast enough and this was only the
beginning
of her appetite. Her desire for him had only grown more demanding since the bleachers.