Firecracker in Heat - Firecracker #1 (Erotic Romance) (3 page)

Cy kicked off his shoes and pushed down his jeans and boxers while she removed his shirt. The Celtic knot tattoo she had noticed earlier was mirrored on his other arm. She was barely able to appreciate the symmetry before his arms hooked under her knees, tipping Trixie backwards. He pulled them to the edge and stood between her legs, appendage poised above her stomach. She loved how easily he could position her body. Excellent beginning Cy, don’t stop now.

Trixie had forgone panties this time in favor of the camisole alone. He undid the tie and opened the front, laying her bare for the first time. Cy drank in her shape and then leaned over to kiss a nipple, fondling the other one while he supported his weight atop her body. His erection brushed her inner thigh.

She yearned to be filled with his member. Cy raised himself up on both arms and grinned, lightly touching her belly with the tip of his head. She was past playing. Trixie pulled herself up to Cy and gave him a kiss that turned into a bite, while rubbing her breach along the length of his throbbing rod.

She could feel herself moisten, coating his shank. Cy was starting to seek access as well, but stopped short of penetration. He pulled away, knelt down between her legs, and probed her slit orally while donning a rubber jacket.

She wanted to yell “Why aren’t you fucking me yet?!” but changed her tact.

“Fill me Cy. Plough me with your cock.”

Okay, not much better, but it got the point across. 
He shot her a brief glance in her direction, possibly unaccustomed to such brazen words, but was not discouraged. Patience Trixie, she told herself. He’s doing both at once, which is better than most men can manage.

Cy stood up, pushed down on each of her bent knees, and spread Trixie wide. She held the position as he drew his shaft across her mound and then plunged into the depths of her cunt. Trixie inhaled as he explored the full expanse of her cave. Cy made quick jabbing thrusts, recoiling slowly t
o tease himself. She could tell he liked to watch himself disappear inside her cleft. Trixie understood. She liked to watch herself being taken.

A brawny arm slid behind her back and lifted Trixie off the bed until they were face to face, but with him standing. She grabbed his shoulders but Cy was so unyieldingly horned that Trixie thought he could probably support her weight with erection alone. That’s when he began driving again, gripping her ass in both hands.

“Show off,” she said as her face flushed.

Trixie was no idle passenger. She gripped him between her thighs, putting those core exercises to good use, and matched his rhythm, driving down as he pushed upwards. Cy was 
long enough to easily collide against the back of her sheathe, sparking a sting that intensified each time he made contact. It was going to send her over the edge, but not for the main event.

Cy was starting to sweat. Good, she thought, he should work hard. She felt the familiar heat spread outward from the pit of her stomach and then expel, rippling in every direction at once. She rode the shockwave with a moan that quickly amplified into a wail as Cy kept colliding against the furthest end of canal. Her nectar had nowhere to go but down, drenching him with overflow.
Cy only slowed after she did.

Trixie would need to be revved up a little more before she was ready to completely release, but Cy was off to a wonderful start. She opened one eye to take in the world again. He had been watching her cum face the whole time.

Trixie was about to make a joke about how ridiculous she must look, but he interrupted her before the words got out.

“You’re amazing.”

“You’re the one doing most of the work,” she said.

“I don't want you to think I'm lazy.”

“There’s no chance of that, but I’m not done with you yet.”

She kissed Cy ravenously as he lowered them back onto the bed, placing her underneath him. He lightly stroked her belly with the tips of his fingers, took one of her nipples between his teeth, and pulled. She gasped.

Trixie spun around and lifted her backside in the air, presenting herself for the taking. She looked over her shoulder at him through one of her painted eyes. No more play, she thought. I want to be taken roughly. He got the idea, but that didn’t stop Trixie from making it clear.

“Spread me open Cy,” she panted. “Pummel my cunt.”

Her backside was smaller than before she started training, but there was still a residual jiggle left that she wanted to tone up. For now it would give him some padding. She held herself there, rubbing her plumage against his belly. Trixie had so many new muscles that it was an easy pose to hold. She didn't have to taunt him long. Cy pushed her down against the mattress under his weight and guided himself between her inviting lips.

“Oh gods yes,” she purred. “Take me like that.”

Cy worried her mound in this position for a while, taking ownership of her body. He plummeted her threshold slowly and fiercely, slamming up against her buttocks. Trixie grabbed fistfuls of duvet to brace herself against each impact. She was drizzling as his thrusts became more forceful. Cy felt incredible. Trixie loved being at the mercy of his strength, so long as her needs were also attended. She knew they would be soon. He was doing everything right.

Cy withdrew abruptly and hoisted Trixie up onto her hands and knees with no less ease than if she had been a part of his body. He wasn’t absent long. Cy returned to her cave immediately and firmly drove himself back inside. She took him willingly, looking back over a shoulder.

“Like this Cy? Is this how you want me?”

His penetrations were fast but controlled. Trixie could tell he was trying to hold back, but she wanted him close to release. She reached back between her legs, grabbed his balls, and stroked them. Trixie quivered as he inflated even more.

Cy began pounding her more urgently, pushing up against her enveloping loins with his formidable length. This position had the ability to trigger her cataclysmic release, but Trixie wanted to have one more go around before that happened. She was winding up her body to let go all at once. She was confident Cy had the discipline to make it possible.

Trixie dropped forward onto her chest and reached back with both hands, stroking Cy's flank to embolden him. She was blind, face buried in pillows, but could feel everything that mattered. Her cheeks spread wide in this position. Every part of her pale body was on display. Every corner where the sun didn’t shine was revealed. Cy got to see it all and bask in the unquenchable vortex of her sex. This was her wild card and Trixie was utterly devoid of shame.

“Fuck me Cy!” she screamed. “FUCK ME DEEPLY!”

His girth was like a steel pole when she came again in waves. Her spacious cunt slapped around his member. Cy pulsed with blood. She could feel that he was about to release. He had already come in her mouth, but she knew there would be more, somewhere deep inside his root. Trixie couldn’t have him spending his second and probably last seed of the night, not while it was still keeping him hard.

Trixie sprang off his erection without warning and turned to face him. Her juices covered his groin with a glistening sheen. His eyes, however, look confused and a little betrayed, especially when he was so close. Trixie wasn’t going to abandon him. Not now. Everything led to this moment.

Trixie pushed Cy onto his back, causing his appendage to stand at attention, which she handily grabbed and plunged up between her legs. He sighed with pleasure as she lowered herself on him. Trixie was driving now and Cy’s stomach was exactly the surface against which she wanted to grind. Deprived of imminent release, his rigidity was guaranteed now, and that was by design. Trixie knew she was being selfish, but had long since forgiven herself when it came to
this
orgasm.

She didn’t pick up strangers in the hope that they would satisfy her needs. Trixie gave them a chance to prove themselves –– to a point –– after which she took over. Cy had done well to get her this far, but it was impatience that got the best of Trixie now, not performance. He definitely had potential. Even so, what was about to rain down on him would be the most telling of all.

Trixie closed her eyes and took the posture of his aroused organ. She 
circled her hips with a steady cadence, repeatedly 
sliding up the slope of his muscular belly and down into the shallow pit of his crotch. 
Her pale face grew increasingly flush with every crank of her hips. 
Trixie's breaths came in starts, labored through parted lips and rosy cheeks. There was no stopping now. 
She
 lifted her long ginger mane up with both hands and uncorked the bottle of steam deep within her breach. 
The
 hidden reservoir 
would boil over any second now
.

“You’re so warm," Cy said concerned, "Are you alright?”

He reached up and touched her belly.

That did it. That little touch was all it took.

“I will be,” she whispered.

Trixie the Harridan unleashed.

She clenched both legs around him like a vice as the heat detonated through her body. Somewhere in her mind, fields of sun burnt grass were ignited by lightning. For that one exquisite moment, the world ceased to exist.

Then gradually, muddily, Trixie became aware of her surroundings again, except now she was crashing up and down against Cy’s resilient stomach, rising and falling percussively. Sound was replaced with the white noise of her voice screaming. A single prolonged note without end. The flood of her undaunted release streamed out of her, squirting indiscriminately every time she crested the top of Cy’s cock. Her eyes were closed but she could tell that he was soaked, the sheets beneath them were saturated, and the entire bed was covered in a blast radius of come.

She felt bad for the maids who would show up later with blue lights to scrub the place clean.
 

Trixie was pleasantly surprised that Cy had remained erect for the entire ordeal, but she couldn’t look at him yet. The sweat pouring from her brow stung both eyes closed. She slowed to a mild pounding until she stilled completely, the heat thankfully leaving her body. She was drenched, but that was nothing compared to the flood Cy had received.

Trixie had long since given up warning new partners about what was coming. Nothing prepared them for her squirting orgasm, even when they took her seriously. None of her girlfriends had ever had one, so they couldn't relate, and the conclusion men usually made about it was
 less than flattering. In the end,
showing
was better than
telling.
At least they could enjoy the sex beforehand without any concerns. She wiped the salt from her eyes and glanced down at her silent stranger. Cy looked as if he’d been waiting for her eyes to open.

“So how much of that had anything to do with me?” he asked bluntly.

“A lot?” Trixie said, trying to be generous.

Cy didn’t look convinced.

“Everything up to when the levee broke,” she added. “If it’s any consolation, you lasted the whole time, which is more than a lot of men can say.”

“A lot of men? Should I ask how many?”

Trixie kicked herself for bringing the subject up.

“You can if you like, but I won’t lie to you. It’s up there. I keep records.”

“I’m guessing you wear these guys out pretty quickly then?”

“It’s not like that. Some guys never get this far because I can usually tell if they’d be uptight about it. That still leaves a bunch of guys who
do
get this far. About three-quarters of them are put off right away. Those who
aren’t
put off right away are eventually creeped out later. To date, that’s been all of them. Among that latter group, however, there is a subset of men, the guys who lasted the whole time and weren’t put off right away. I can now count those guys on two fingers.” She smiled at Cy, hoping he would realize how rare that made him.

“And by last the whole time…?”

“Stayed erect.”

Trixie tried to read his reaction, but it wasn’t easy. Cy was pretty
circumspect
. Still his curiosity made her hopeful.

“Well, it wasn’t difficult. You’re a beautiful woman, even after you… vanished.”

“That was me at my most vulnerable.”

Cy looked off to one side again, which she realized now he did whenever privately consulting with his thoughts. She was starting to find it adorable.

“So let me get this straight. You deliberately meet guys – at the speed of a whirlwind – to more efficiently sort the bad from the good?”

Trixie nodded. 
“I’ve learned not to waste my time. It avoids repeated heartache that way. It might seem like I'm a mercenary harlot to some people, but that’s not who I am. I’m just being pragmatic. It was worse when I grew attached to somebody, only to be rejected later, after, well… this happened.”

Cy took a deep breath.

“I can see why you might be jaded. I can even sympathize with your reasons, however bizarre they may seem at first blush. There’s a method to your madness.”

Trixie sensed a ‘but’.

“But there's nothing vulnerable about it. I know you think so, but truthfully, you’re in complete control. I can’t speak for other guys, but I enjoy giving pleasure during sex, both expected and unexpected. That’s what turns
me
on. When somebody is so guarded that I can’t tell if I’m the cause of their pleasure or not, well... that can be off-putting. 
May I?”

Trixie realized that Cy was asking to escape from between her legs. She dismounted slowly, savoring his length. He was still hard enough to give her a farewell stroke.

As Trixie moved aside to let him up, she couldn’t help but notice that his condom was full. Really full. He hadn’t merely lasted the whole time. He had cum like a geyser. That had never happened before. 
If she had to guess, Cy had released even more than she’d swallowed earlier. The only other man who ever lasted the whole time was too overwhelmed by her shower to release at the same time.