Shifting gears away from all-things-Covid-19 and towards some fiction.
I took down most of my fiction from this blog a long time ago but I felt like randomly posting an old excerpt of a little something-something since the A to Z Challenge starts next week.
If you have never read any of my fiction writing, below is a little taste of something sexy…just because I felt like it. I truly like this character and look forward to writing her again – hopefully soon.
You can find some of my other writing under the Short Fiction menu tab above.
Naughty Girls Need Love Too
When I licked Jake’s earlobe, his breathing became labored and his chest heaved against mine.
It took mere seconds to feel just how much he wanted me. Jake’s palms ran along my legs, found their way behind my knees and gave me one forceful tug forward so that I found myself straddling him instead of his motorcycle.
Motorcycles turned me on all on their own but Jake on a motorcycle was deadly.
“You’re playing a dangerous game with someone you barely know Gabriella,” Jake whispered into my ear, giving me goosebumps all over my body.
“Call me Ella. I think we know each other well enough for you to call me Ella. All of my friends do.” I fingers through his hair and felt him shudder.
“Ella,” Jake groaned into my hair. “Is this what you do when a man offers you a ride home?”
The more I sucked on his earlobe, the harder Jake tried to close the already non-existent gap between us.
“Not always,” I teased. “Only with the ones I find…interesting.”
“You’re lethal Ella. Dangerous…”
“Tell me to stop what I’m doing and I will.” I stopped and waited for the “stop” I knew would never leave his lips. “For all I know, you might be the dangerous one.” I’d had my people do a background check on him after that brawl at the club so I already knew what I needed to about him.
“Me? Dangerous? I’m more a danger to myself than I would ever be to you,” Jake said, kissing my neck. “Between us, the only dangerous one is you Ella.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m more naughty than dangerous. And naughty girls need love too you know.” I kissed his cheek and when he leaned in towards my lips, I playfully turned my head away. “If I really were dangerous, you’d want me anyways, right?” I looked him straight in the eyes.
“Say it…” I told him, unbuttoning his shirt.
Jake looked down at my fingers, as if what I was saying and doing didn’t compute. “Say what?”
Confusion was written all over his face. I might have been doing the talking but our bodies were dictating the conversation. Getting to my lips and my other lady bits were the only things on his mind.
“Say that you want me, ” I whispered, prompting him and running my palms up and down his chest now that his shirt was unbuttoned. Jake closed his eyes firmly, enjoying my touch. “I want to hear you say it.” Then I ran my palms along his outer thighs. “Tell me that you want me.”
“I want you,” Jake muttered, hypnotizing by the movement of my fingers on his legs through his jeans.
“I want you Ella…” I whispered into his ear and ran my tongue along his neck. I let my hands trail down to the front of his jeans.
“I want you Ella,” Jake parroted under duress with his eyes still firmly shut.
“I want you Ella right here on this bike...” I prompted him again. I could almost hear his heart beating under his now sweaty chest and when he finally opened his eyes, his look was so intense that it was almost scary. But I loved it. I wanted him to want me, really want me and I loved the power I had over him, melted under my spell.
“You’re killing me,” Jake groaned and started undoing the other buttons on my top. “I want you Ella, right here on this bike…”
“That’s more like it Jake.”
What unthinkable things could Jake and I do on his bike, right here, right now, in the darkness of this back alley?
I wanted to find out.
His hands cupped my ass and just as our lips touched, the back exit door of the club flew open with such force that Jake grabbed me before I lost my balance.
In the heat of the moment, I’d forgotten all about the surveillance cameras trained on that back alley.
I’d broken the first and foremost commandment at my own club – a rule that I had put in place when I had taking over the business: No fraternizing with the clients.
Or to use my exact words with the girls, “You’re performers, dancers, not hookers. No fucking the clients.”
And now here I was – hot, bothered and busted by the last person I wanted to find me breaking my own rule.
I was fucked and unfucked all at the same time.
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