A Short Erotic Tease - NSFW - original fiction by @merej99
Tired from a long day at the office, Scott threw his keys on the mantle and headed toward the kitchen for a glass of Scotch. He stopped short upon hearing general sounds of movement as pots and glasses were being shuffled around. Quickly grabbing the poker next to the fireplace, he gingerly walked toward the commotion.
"What the hell are you doing in my house?"
Standing in the center of his kitchen was a tall, shapely woman wearing a bikini and translucent sarong which left very little to the imagination. He scowled upon recognizing Avery, his wife's best friend, and lowered his arm as she whipped around, the waves of her auburn hair slapping her shoulders as she turned in surprise. "Oh, hey," she scowled back before turning her attention back to whatever the hell she was doing.
"Morgan said I could stay while my house was being worked on." She sounded bored and probably threw that explanation to placate him.
He sighed and shook his head. Whatever.
"Is my wife here?" He winced at his own tone but something about Avery rubbed him the wrong way. Just speaking to her prompted a strong desire to drink heavily and throw shit.
When she rolled her eyes and simply stated, "Uh, it's Fashion Week," like he knew what the hell that was supposed to mean, he wanted to wrap his hands around her pretty little throat and throttle her. Instead he asked, "How long are you staying?"It's not that he fucking cared, but there goes his chance to relax because his bitch wife just hands keys to any old fuckin' body.
His wife was about 20 years his junior and the only reasonable explanation he had for marrying her was that she looked good on his arm when they attended corporate events. He knew he was at the top of his game; successful, rich, and married to one of the most beautiful women on the planet. He liked the looks of envy from the other guys, but those tiny moments of self-satisfaction were far outweighed by the fact he had absolutely nothing in common with his young bride.
She was too busy jet-setting around the world and screwing anyone she wanted to... Anyone but him, he thought with a snort.
But as much as he'd accumulated through power, success, and his choice of any woman on the planet, he still thought of himself as a one-woman man. Granted, he'd married and divorced a good handful of beauties in quick succession, but he never cheated on them; not a one.
He tried to rub the tired out of his eyes and headache growing in his temple before mumbling, "I'm just getting a drink and I'll be out of your space," in a 'whatever' kind of way. He snorted and shook his head in a self-deprecating manner as he shuffled his way over to the refrigerator to get some ice. Jeezus, I'm not even the king of my own fuckin' castle.
Scott tried not to lose his patience but it seemed that every step he took in the kitchen, he was tripping over Morgan's friend. He could smell a light mix of chlorine and whatever light perfume she was wearing and was slightly surprised by the stirrings in his groin.
She seemed to shadow walk in front of him as he headed toward the small bar in the kitchen. She turned and his knuckles brushed against her breast and had a hard time not noticing them immediately pucker and strain against the flimsy material of her bikini top. Peeling his eyes away from her breasts, he looked into her eyes for the first time since he'd known her. They weren't just mousy brown eyes as he'd always imagined, but there were flecks of gold and red in her dilated eyes. His heartbeat seemed to match the quickened tick of the pulse in her neck. He wanted to step back but his feet remained immobile.
"Scotch, right?" she asked, taking the rocks glass.
She turned back toward the bar to pour the amber brew, arching her back just enough to press her perfect ass against his throbbing penis. He felt the warmth of her and it took all the power and control he had not to rip the tiny bikini from her beautiful body and fuck her from behind.They hated each other so intense fucking like animals sounded pretty amazing.Feeling a little light-headed, he steadied a hand on the cool marble bar and took a slow, steadying breaths.
She's just Morgan's bitchy, flirtatious friend. She doesn't know what she's doing.
But maybe she did..? Avery guided his free hand up the curve of her hip then across her smooth, flat stomach. His fingertips felt like they were touching electric currents on her skin. She guided his hand lower still to cup her mons. With a little stretch of his hand, his middle finger just teased her clit and grinned when Avery let out a deep, throaty moan, pressing her ass harder into his erection.
Scott's mind battled white, hot passion and sanity. He tried to speak but he didn't seem to have enough air. "Why are you doing this?" His voice was raspy as he tried to clear his throat.
"Because I can," she sighed, dropping the sarong before guiding his hand under the band of her bikini.More than anything, he wanted to feel her moist core and bury himself in her. She was wet and waiting for him, her entire body practically vibrating against him. It would be so easy...
"I can't... Morgan..." He wanted to kick himself for the sorriest excuse there was, especially knowing that his wife probably had her legs wrapped around some designer's head as he tasted her sweet nectar. Scott wanted nectar too.
Just when he thought about fingering her then fucking her until she couldn't stand, she pulled away from him. His whole body was stiff; his erection pressing too hard against his pants zipper. Closing his eyes, he took another steadying breath unsure if he was pissed or relieved.With quaking hands, he reached for his glass and realized she must have taken it. Turning to fetch another glass, he saw Avery sitting on the kitchen counter, her beautiful young breasts exposed and the auburn curls of her pubes just barely exposed by her crossed legs. She rubbed the cold sweat of the glass against her tight nipples.
He didn't know it was possible to get any harder."Looking for this?" she whispered as her other hand cupped and massaged where his mouth wanted to be.With a guttural growl he stepped toward heaven knowing there would be hell to pay.
The End
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