Do Not Disturb: An Erotica Collection. Elizabeth Coldwell
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crying out for a pause to catch my breath and savour the pleasure, but he carries on, ignoring my pleas.
During the next ten strokes my excitement begins to build again and this time I can feel his erection jut painfully into my leg. I’m poised on the brink of another massive orgasm when he shifts position and cruelly moves his knee away from my aching, burning centre.
Now the jolt of his hand prods me ever closer to climax but I never quite reach it. My tears and whimpers get louder as I try to wriggle back into position.
Deliberately he fends me off and forces me to keep still. I can hear a low growl of arousal deep in his throat. ‘You want to come again? When I say so, not before.’
Ow. Harsh words, but just. I feel hotter than ever.
At last the spanking is done and I lie on the bed panting with my burning backside high in the air. His hands are hot now. With one last, glorious fondle he massages me again and then pushes me back onto my knees.
‘Now a small token of thanks. Take it in your mouth.’
He’s still angry. Most of his rage seems to be centred in his purplish, swollen erection. It almost burns in my mouth. As I swirl my tongue around the silky skin he shudders convulsively and lets out a deep male groan.
‘Hey, easy. We’ve a long way to go yet.’
Easy is impossible, his cock is too big. It’s all I can do to swallow but he pulls me forward a few times to set up a rhythm and soon I’m gulping lustily, catching my breath between strokes and stifling my gag reflex as best I can.
I love this, choking on him, being filled by him. I could do this for hours …
He pulls me over his knee again.
At that moment there’s a knock at the door. It opens softly and someone comes in.
‘Room service, Sir.’
It’s the kindly barman. He holds a tray aloft, bearing another cocktail and two scotches. He pauses just inside the door, transfixed, his eyes locked on my burning rear end, my spilling breasts and the huge, jutting erection clearly visible below my arched body.
‘Where would you like it, Sir?’
Mr Alpha pushes me off his knee and gives me a stern look as he commands me to keep still. I kneel obediently, glad of a chance to catch my breath. He strides purposefully over to the barman, commanding me to stand.
As I do so the barman stares at me, taking me in. He pales.
I flush crimson and dash away a tear.
Mr Alpha towers over him, magnificent, erect, rampant. He looks sensational. The barman is visibly moved, but his glance keeps stealing towards me.
He lowers his voice. ‘Are you sure about this, Sir? She’s gorgeous. I could come back later –’
Mr Alpha’s jaw stiffens and the poor man falters into silence. They continue to eye each other.
I’m worried now. Is it me who’s intruding here?
‘Chill. It’s just a bit of fun. Have a drink.’ Mr Alpha gently takes the tray out of his hand, sets it down on a side table and hands him a scotch.
It’s then that I realise – he’s brought three drinks.
He’s here by invitation.
At that moment Mr Alpha glances across and my fears are laid to rest. Mr Alpha’s physique clearly overawes the barman but when Mr Alpha eyes him something in his look remains veiled.
When he looks at me – pow. There’s the heat.
Now he fingers the barman’s lapel, a seemingly intimate gesture that only seconds before I might have misread.
‘You’re a little overdressed.’
The barman begins to tear at his buttons but Mr Alpha places a hand on his arm. He signals to me to come forward. ‘She’ll do it.’
I step close to the little barman and smile shyly up into his face. ‘Are you sure you’re up for this?’
He looks at me wildly. ‘You think? Lady, this is all my birthdays rolled into one.’
And I notice that he too is erect. So slowly, carefully, I take off his clothes. He sighs and closes his eyes long before I’ve finished.
I feel a little shaky under Mr Alpha’s stern gaze, but he looks on in silence. When the barman is naked I move my hands slowly over his soft, fair body.
He’s shorter than Mr Alpha and less well endowed. All the same his erection’s pretty impressive and very responsive. As my fingers stray into the soft, golden curls nestling around his root he shudders, lips parted, showing pretty white teeth.
His cock leaps and twitches at my unfamiliar touch.
‘Easy. If he comes too soon you’ll spoil the fun.’ Mr Alpha’s deep growl rumbles between us and makes us both jump. Guiltily I snatch my hand away.
The barman opens wide, lustful eyes and takes a long, shaky breath. ‘Wow.’
I smile. A film of sweat on his forehead is matting some of the blond streaks into little damp curls. He looks like some hungry, grown-up cherub – good enough to eat.
Mr Alpha eyes us both with interest. ‘Ready?’
‘You bet.’ The barman is eyeing me like I’m his next meal and he hasn’t eaten for a while.
Mr Alpha’s eyes narrow. ‘Aren’t we forgetting something?’
The barman looks instantly terrified. ‘What?’
Mr Alpha holds up two foil packets. ‘These.’
The barman automatically reaches for one but Mr Alpha holds them higher, out of his reach. ‘Uh-uh. She’ll put them on.’
He gets behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees.
This is beyond exciting. I can scarcely breathe. The orgasm I was denied earlier is pounding against my sex now, demanding release. If something doesn’t happen soon I’ll explode.
I reach up for the packet but Mr Alpha captures my wrists and pulls my arms firmly behind me. ‘Not so fast. Show our guest some respect. You’ll put it on with your mouth. Lick him first.’
The barman’s cock bucks as I lean forward. He smells nice – very clean, like he’s just washed. I lick nervously at the broad silky head. Mr Alpha’s own erection juts imperiously into my neck. His grip on my arms is like iron, and I can feel the heat from his powerful thighs at either side of me.
I know what he wants me to do – wet the barman’s erection all over so the condom will be just that little bit more sensitive once it’s in place, but I’ve never done it like this or to another man.
Wickedness takes on a whole new dimension.
At last his tool is thoroughly wet and by some miracle of self-control the barman has managed not to come. Now for the condom. Mr Alpha places it in my mouth and I ease it on with my lips and my tongue, nipping and tugging at the end to fix it in place while the barman groans.
‘Now me.’ Mr Alpha releases my arms and the barman steps behind to take his place. Mr Alpha towers before me and his erection is so big now I wonder if I shall manage this, but his wonderful taste and the feel of his ridged skin propel me to new heights of skill. At last I lean back, pleased with myself.
He has watched me throughout, a deep, burning gleam in his eyes his only reaction to what I know must be a pretty intense experience.
The two men loom over me, looking deep into each other’s eyes. They seem to communicate on a different level now.
At Mr Alpha’s slight nod the barman hoists me under the arms and holds me up, my toes just touching the floor. He’s