RomanceFromSweettoKinkybyBerengariaBrown (2 page)

Krystal didn’t respond. Instead she leaned up so she could kiss him.

She pushed Troy flat on his back and slid over him, sitting on his hip bones, his cock in front of her so she could play with it and his nipples. They were dark brown and flat, but stood up proudly as she tweaked them. Troy gulped then returned to fingering her clit, rolling it in little circles and sliding a finger into her slit from time to time.

Troy’s talented fingers soon had Krystal shivering with need so he rolled them both over, kneeled up, grabbed her hips and sucked her clit into his mouth. He alternated sucking it with tiny gentle bites and thrusting his tongue deep inside her pussy.

One of his hands crept around to her butt and as he nipped on her clit he drove a finger deep inside her ass. With a shriek Krystal came in an explosive climax that had her shaking to the core of her being.

“You like that huh?” Troy grinned, moving up her body to kiss her deeply. She tasted herself on his lips and tongue—a taste so erotic it made her climax continue to ripple over her.

“God, you’re amazing,” she replied, grabbing his shoulders and hugging him tightly to her.

Troy put his hands under her head, and angled her mouth to kiss her even more deeply.

Then he said, “You’re the amazing one. I always valued your friendship but never realized just how perfect you were until tonight.”

“You’re such a good friend I didn’t want to risk our friendship by moving into sex with you. But tonight I just couldn’t help myself. You were just too hot to resist,” confessed Krystal.

“Oh yeah. One night in your bed isn’t going to be anywhere near enough.” Troy

wriggling his arm under her head to hold her still and kiss her again.

“What the hell?”

Troy pulled his hand out from under her pillow holding a dildo. A large bright pink dildo.

“Oh my God!” Krystal blushed a fiery red and grabbed for it, but Troy just held it up in the air and said, “What an excellent idea. Is there lube in your nightstand?” And he rolled over and opened the drawer, pulling out a tube of lube with a happy smile.

“Lie on your stomach, Krys.” He squirted lube into her ass. For the next five minutes Troy played with her butt. He massaged the lube deep inside her coating the rim and her walls.

He stretched her with one, two and three fingers, then lubed the dildo and gently inserted it, moving it backward and forward, in and out and even from side to side a little.

“Please, please, fuck me,” whimpered Krystal, so he turned her onto her back leaving the dildo in her ass, rolled a fresh condom onto his hot, hard, aching penis, and slid inside.

“God you’re so hot and tight.” He pushed in to the very hilt and swirled his hips making the dildo move in her ass as his cock moved in her cunt.

One hand came up to play with her breast, and he lifted his body and tilted his head to lick the other breast.

Krystal was on fire. Her ass was full, her cunt was full, her breasts were aching with need. She thrust her hips up into Troy which jiggled the dildo increasing the sensations. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging in to him as she strained for release.

“I can’t wait. You’re too much for me. You destroy all my control,” grunted Troy, pumping into her.

Krystal reached around his deliciously taut ass for his hole. Her fingers found it and one plunged inside. She turned her finger feeling for his magic spot and pressed the hard little ball of his prostate gland.

He thrust into her deeply and let out a loud groan as he came, pinching her nipple and bringing her with him to a massive orgasm that left them both weak and shaking and holding each other tightly.

***

It was late when Krystal woke the next morning and she was sore in muscles that hadn’t been used for way too long. There was also a hard hunk of a man in her bed with a heavy arm across her breast and a heavy muscled thigh resting on her leg.

And a very large cock pressing into her ass.

She couldn’t resist. She slid down in the bed and kissed the light brown hair on his navel, kissed his bellybutton, and sucked his hot cock into her mouth.

Krystal ran her tongue around the head collecting the beads of pre-cum.

“Salty, spicy, very nice,” she said, and then ran her tongue around the ridge of the head making Troy groan.

He grabbed her hair and said, “Two can play this game together you know,” and lifted her arm indicating she should turn upside down.

“Oh yeah,” she sighed swinging her legs either side of his head and sucking his cock back into her mouth again.

“Delicious indeed,” he mumbled his tongue in her slit.

They quickly developed a rhythm of sucking each other and while Krystal played with his balls, his fingers moved around her thighs and her ass.

Krystal gently rolled his balls in her hand, smoothing her fingers over the rough skin, then running her nails up the side of his cock. She very gently pressed on the tender, sensitive skin behind his balls and in front of his anus.

Troy ran his fingers up and down the sensitive skin on the insides of her thighs, and let his hair brush across it as he licked and sucked her cunt. He walked his fingers around to her ass, playing with the rim and she started to whimper with need.

Krystal had to concentrate to avoid biting his oh-so-delicious cock. She was shaking with the need to come, so very close to another orgasm, but desperately wanted to bring him with her.

She hollowed her cheeks and sucked him deeply then ran her tongue over and around the head and under the tender ridge before sucking him again.

Troy bit gently on her engorged clit and Krystal’s toes curled. Her entire body shook and she exploded in a climax that involved every nerve ending in her body. She took one more deep pulling suck on Troy’s cock and he exploded too, his hot cum bursting from his dick and hitting the back of her throat.

They continued to lick and suck each other for several more minutes as they came down from their peaks and their heart rates returned to normal.

“I wouldn’t mind waking up like this every morning,” he said, pulling her into his arms afterward.

“Yeah but we’d probably be late for work every day,” she giggled. Then she turned to him conscience-stricken. “Oh shit, everyone at work is going to know we fucked last night.”

“Well yeah. We were getting pretty hot and heavy on the dance floor. But who cares.

We’re both over twenty-one and unattached. And for God’s sake we’ve been friends for a year or more now. They’ve probably been waiting for us to get together.”

“You think? You don’t think people will be mad at me?” asked Krystal.

“So what. We’re together and we’re staying together,” Troy replied firmly. “Besides there are so many things we haven’t done yet and we have all day today to try them. What other toys do you have apart from that amazing pink dildo?”

Sweet: Taming My Welsh Dragon by Berengaria Brown

Gareth Caldwell looked through the glass panel in his office door and saw a slender, dark-haired woman settling herself at Avril’s desk. The office manager, Lilian Forbes,
Miss
Lilian Forbes, was pursing her lips and waving her arms as she indicated Avril’s overflowing in-tray. An in-tray that three previous replacements for Avril had failed to make any impression on at all.

The latest replacement nodded, smiled, locked her purse in the bottom drawer of the desk, and switched on the computer.

“Well at least this one has put her purse away. The last one didn’t even get that far!”

Gareth thought ruefully. “But how I wish Avril’s husband hadn’t been sent overseas for three months and that she didn’t decide to go with him. I know Avril spoiled me—in fact she spoiled all the partners at the firm, probably doing far more for us all than she should—but oh how I miss her quiet efficiency, her ability to get every piece of paperwork to the right place at the right time.”

Gareth watched as the new woman, with her dark hair twisted into a neat French pleat that extended halfway down her back, pulled Avril’s in-tray into the center of the desk and started pulling files and paperwork from it.

“Well that looks hopeful,” Gareth muttered before lowering his head to his own overflowing in-tray and getting back to his own work.

***

“Yes, Miss Forbes. No Miss Forbes. Whatever you say, Miss Forbes,” Anwen Llewelyn chanted to herself as she sorted the paperwork into piles for Urgent, Overdue, and This Should Probably Be Urgent But The Pile Is Already Too Big.

“I can see why Miss Forbes’s lack of people skills would put anyone off from working here, but the hourly rate is too good to refuse,” she thought as she looked in horror at the height of the Overdue stack.

Anwen pushed the other two piles to one side and began sorting the Overdue stack into This Morning, This Afternoon, and Tomorrow With Luck.

Anwen worked for a Temporary Office Replacement Agency because of her neighbor John. At eighty-five his mind was still as sharp as ever but his eyesight and hearing were no longer good enough for him to drive a car or take public transportation, and she was his designated driver to his numerous medical appointments.

“Besides, I love him. He’s the grandfather I never knew,” she thought as she tackled the top item on the This Morning pile.

By 12.30, when Anwen was due to take her lunch break “This Morning” was reduced to half a dozen items she wasn’t sure how to deal with, and she left a neat file of completed paperwork in Miss Forbes’s previously empty in-tray.

Her afternoon was less productive as she spent time with Miss Forbes asking about the difficult items, but at the end of the day she was pleased with the amount she’d achieved.

Anwen was in the parking lot walking to her car when her cell phone rang.

“Hi, John. How’s your day been?”

She noticed the extremely handsome man, a partner at the company she thought, walk past her to his car. Like him, his car was sleek, shiny and expensive. The man was dressed in a suit that was definitely not off the rack; the car came from a European showroom.

He was tall, muscular, with broad shoulders, and reddish-brown hair. His navy suit matched the dark blue of the car.

Anwen licked her lips as his delicious body climbed into his equally delicious car, then sighed and concentrated on her neighbor’s conversation again.

“I’m just getting into my car now. It’ll take me maybe forty minutes to get home. How about I stop off at the grocery store and pick us up some salad and fruit to go with those steaks you’re about to grill. It is a lovely warm evening so we can eat out on the balcony.”

“Well, only if you let me pay for the groceries. Dinner tonight was supposed to be my treat.”

“Yep, sure John. I can do that. I’ll hand you the bill when I arrive. See you then.”

She snapped her phone shut and sighed. He was so independent. “But I love him for it.

He’s the dearest, sweetest, funniest man I know. Although that partner is mighty hot to look at! I really wouldn’t mind getting to know him better. Yeah, right, like that will ever happen—the temp girl in the office and the partner! Suuuure I’ll get to know him!”

Gareth arrived at work very early, as always, and noticed the pile in Avril’s in-tray looked just as high as it had the day before.

“Well the new woman may have had her head down and shuffled papers around but she obviously didn’t achieve much. Looks as though she is just as useless as the other three were.

Avril I miss you!” he groaned.

He’d spent most of his drive home the previous evening thinking about the woman’s long slender body and how nice she looked in that fitted gray suit, her long black hair so neat, yet it seemed so silky he longed to undo her braid and run his hands through it.

“Who was this John she was talking to?” he wondered out loud.

Guiltily Gareth went to Lilian’s desk and shuffled through her employee files. As a partner he had a right to read them but it felt wrong somehow to want to know about this new woman who attracted him so much, despite obviously not being much good at her job.

“Anwen Llewelyn. Twenty-five. Single. Lives in an ordinary middle class neighborhood.

Good qualifications. Good experience. Good references. So why the hell is she working for a Temporary Employment Agency and who is John?”

Shaking his head he put everything back tidily then retreated to his office to start work.

***

Anwen was horrified when she arrived and saw her in-tray. Instead of finishing off yesterday afternoon’s work and starting on today’s there was a teetering stack of new stuff to sort and prioritize—and some of it was very urgent indeed.

She considered asking Miss Forbes about it but the woman was frowning fiercely at one of the other staff so Anwen decided it was easier just to get working.

“At least most of the tasks are relatively easy. Their system here is very logical and uncomplicated. I’m so glad they have templates for most of the correspondence. That really helps,” she thought.

But she was distracted by the hunky partner who came past her work station half a dozen times—always frowning—to talk to Miss Forbes. Gareth Caldwell was his name and he was one of the partners. Quite out of her reach of course but still very nice to look at. And he had a dazzling smile on the very rare occasion he chose to use it.

The man of my dreams—but a long way out of my reach.

Anwen worked straight through her lunch break as she needed to take John to his monthly podiatrist’s appointment that afternoon. His toenails tended to be ingrown and get infected it they weren’t seen to professionally. “Poor old fella. Yet he never complains,” she mumbled to herself.

Once again she was able to place a thick file of completed work on Miss Forbes’s desk before she left, and that lady actually smiled at her which surprised and gratified Anwen.

***

Gareth saw her leaving and looked at his watch. An hour early! And her in-tray still quite full. “What the hell does she think she’s doing? She’s every bit as useless as the others. I hope Lilian gets rid of her at the end of the week!” he fumed.