Jeremy

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Jeremy Copyright© 2007 Bonnie Clarke Edited by Lee Morris Cover art by Rene Lyons Electronic book Publication: November 1, 2007 This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Dark Eden Press, Inc.® 8824 Jeanes Lane, Alvarado, TX 76009 This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously. Warning: This book may contain themes that could be considered controversial or offensive to some. Views expressed here do not necessarily reflect those of the Publisher. Dark Eden Press is not responsible for any action that a reader may take against another person. Publisher does not endorse or encourage readers to live out any particular fantasy.

Jeremy Bonnie Clarke

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Jeremy There was nothing complicated about it. He wanted to fuck her. Push her face into the pillows while he mounted her from behind. After all, he considered himself an animal. Why not take her like one? Jeremy stood within the scented paradise of Alisha’s lilac bushes. Under the cover of night surrounded by the sweet smell, he wondered if her lilac scent had anything to do with the purple-flowered bushes growing beneath her bedroom window. Closing his eyes, Jeremy recalled the last time he stood behind her, smelling her delicious hair, itching to put his hands on her hips and guide her body against his. Kiss her neck, roam his hands over her stomach and breasts, while his cock stirred against her back. Jeremy, darling. I don’t want another drink. Please, you know I go to bed early. By tenthirty I’m ready to close my eyes and drift off to sleep. Besides, Edward would be furious if he knew you were feeding me drinks. Does Eddie take care of you...in bed? God, Alisha. A gorgeous woman like you needs a man who can satisfy her, he murmured. It was then, in that moment of hesitation, that her sweet face shifted to a slight expression of wanton lust. Of course he does. Precisely ten-thirty, every night, Alisha went to bed. He knew that if Eddie ever suspected their temporary room-mate had physical cravings for his wife there would be hell to pay. But that was neither here nor there. Eddie was out of town. Jeremy knew better than to get caught. And he had all the time in the world to seduce her. The way she looked at him through half-lidded eyes, belied her insisting she only wanted Eddie. Every time she gazed at Jeremy, and he looked back, she turned her head, pretending to busy herself with whatever was handy. If anything were to happen between them, it would be at her command. So, really, if Eddie caught them somehow, Jeremy would say she seduced him. A light turned on in her room, casting a soft glow through the window. Rendered speechless, he stood in awe, captured by the shadow of her body roaming the bedroom. From his position, he could see right into the room. She wandered around, skimming her fingers across the dresser, rubbing her hand up and down the carved post of the canopied bed like it was a skin-covered shaft. Swallowing the sudden dryness in his throat, his gaze took in the beautiful curves of her body, nearly visible through her sheer-looking robe. It seemed like Alisha knew she was being watched. Since when do people roam their bedroom, provocatively swaying their hips and intimately touching things? Maybe she knew he stood in these very bushes nearly every night, just to see her, be near her, imagine that he was the man she cuddled up to every night. Jeremy wanted to be that man. The lover at her mercy. Desperate and diligent, using every ounce of his experience and passion to take her to that special place of sexual satisfaction. 1

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He would do it all...for her. Unlike Eddie, he’d never leave town and pretend their marriage was perfect. He’d be right there proving it every time she graced him with her touch. A slight breeze tousled his hair, rejuvenating the intoxicating fragrance assaulting his olfactory nerve. The full moon beamed down like a lighthouse shining its beacon to lead him to her. Looking down at a lilac bloom just in front of his crotch, he reached out and touched the soft bloom, rolling it between his fingers, crushing the delicate petals. Inhaling deeply, he had to push aside his need to groan from the scent of her. Opening his eyes again, he focused on Alisha, now standing near the window. Suddenly, he knew what he had to do, but couldn’t help wondering if she realized how many times he shot his wad while watching her. He loosened his belt, cupped his burgeoning cock nestled tightly inside his jeans. Alisha had finally, with agonizing slowness, removed both bra straps. The delicate black lace skimmed over her tanned complexion, taunting him, his eyes narrowed with hate and lust over this woman who had him so easily trapped. Wishing he could have her and challenged that he couldn’t, made him all the more... excited. Dear God, he needed her like he needed to ease himself with his hand. Jeremy skimmed his fingers desperately over the bulge in his jeans, up and down, mimicking her pelvis against him. Jeremy...I wouldn’t know what to do with a man like you, she whispered, batting her lashes, tempting him with the curve of her lips, and the sensual caress of her voice. “Like this,” he said to himself, remembering their heated conversations, and beginning to rub himself harder, feeling the aching length of his cock press against his jeans. The woman was a vixen! Luring him to stalk outside her window, needing to see her this way, so vulnerable and alone. Imagining it was his hands sliding the straps down, those beautiful, full tits would pop out and bounce by the weight of them. He wanted to skim his hands over her shoulders to her front and cup those sinful breasts in his hands, tweak her nipples until they puckered with arousal while he stood behind her, pressing his dick against the crease of her ass. Her lovely bum was round and tight, a perfect parking spot to settle into during a cold night while she shimmied against him in her sleep. Holding her close, so warm and willing, he’d feel the heat of her body tight against him. If she would take him, Jeremy would do everything in his power to satisfy her greatest desires. To lay with a woman -- a woman who could be his -- must be the best feeling a man could endure. He groaned quietly, unzipping his jeans to free his solid cock. Right now, all that mattered was relieving himself in the quickest way possible. Peaceful yet, eerie, were the streets surrounding him, a stark contrast to the sweltering heat and the excitement of his body. Not a vehicle drove by to disturb him, now stroking himself as he watched the beautiful woman disrobe, although she would look much better at the end of his dick. He gripped his thickness, fingers unable to touch around the girth of his shaft. How tight would she be? Would she clench and cry out when he slipped himself into her wet hole? Or would she impale herself against him and demand a hard, fast fuck? All of it excited him, for his hand worked faster, harder on his dick, making the bushes rustle and the intoxicating scent of lilacs blend

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with his own natural musk. Alisha turned towards the window, although she didn’t make it obvious to look outside, he guessed the look of pleasure on her face was knowing she had company. Black lashes, incredibly long and thick, covered the jewels of her sapphire eyes he knew all too well. Many times he lost himself in those eyes, sinful eyes, the kind that made a man hard just from looking at them. She traced her fingers from her shoulders down her arms; he could see the goosebumps on her skin from his position. If she wanted, all she had to do was open her eyes and look straight across to see him, as the slope of the yard toward the house made his position level to her window. No more than a few feet away, he stood there, masturbating with the intensity of a starving animal, wanting desperately to be in that bedroom with her. Alisha closed her eyes, began to sway her hips, while gently removing the bra. A siren song drifted through the air, her voice humming through the open window. Her nipples puckered between her thumb and middle finger, teasing his lips to have a taste, to nibble and bite with his teeth while he fingered her to orgasm. If she ever gave him the chance, he wanted to sink his cock deep inside her. Fuck her like they were the last man and woman on earth. Yes...for survival, for love, for sanity! Jeremy’s hand stroked back and forth, fiercely choking his meat with his need. Hot, twisted thoughts of her cunt muscles contracted around him, making the flesh of his hand feel as her body would feel wrapped around him. Then she removed her panties, and absolutely nothing in the world could make him look away. Frozen in the moment, lured like a moth to the heated flame of the dark thatch of her pubic hair, Jeremy licked his lips. The tender V between her legs looked soft, so sweet and silky to bury his mouth against, kiss her like he would her mouth. He closed his eyes briefly, making the image of burying his face between her thighs seem real. The heady scent of her arousal, and the welcoming lubrication of her need, made his breath catch in his throat. Squinting harder, Jeremy spit on his hand, and began to fuck her in his mind, his grip clenching around him like her wet heat. The scent of the bushes like her hair spread out on the mattress, the rustling of leaves the sound of her voice, begging him to take her. Jeremy squeezed himself harder, throbbing on the brink of explosion. Back and forth he stroked, his sensitivity peaking beyond control. His jaw tight and his eyes staring at her through hooded lashes, he worked himself into a frenzy, all the while his thoughts burning on the image of her body ready, willing, and wanton beneath him. When he opened his eyes again, Alisha had turned her back to the window, he could have groaned in frustration thinking the game was over, but she bent over, spread her legs, and gave him the most spectacular view of her glistening lips. She was slick and ready, he could almost feel it. Her hand moved round and gripped her cheek, revealing the puckered darkness of her asshole, the pink sheath of her beautiful cunt...and he couldn’t stop himself. Jeremy released his cock, pushed the bushes aside to let him through. He walked up to the window, the sill at chest level. He placed his hand on her cheek, gripping her 3

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when she jumped in surprise. Her cheek was small enough to fit in his hand. Alisha whimpered, pushing herself against his hand. “Please...please,” she moaned. Jeremy gripped the ledge and pulled himself up, mindful of his naked, bulging member, and seated himself on the sill. The soothing fragrance of lilacs settled around them, as if to reward him for taking the chance. His cock ached to fill her, and although he wanted to take his time and cherish the wild moment, his needs were too great to set aside. Gazing up at her, knowing his emotions lay bare in his eyes, Jeremy’s heart pounded in his chest. Alisha smiled, taking in his hard nakedness with a tinge of embarrassment in her cheeks. But she didn’t back away, didn’t slap him, as he feared. Instead, a short pink fingernail traced down his throat all the way to his crotch, then she gently stroked his erection. He had to force himself not to explode then and there from the soft heat of her exploring fingers. “I’ve waited so long for you,” he whispered in her ear, pulling her warm body against his, testing the warm junction between her legs with his fingers. Anxiety made him take it slowly, when after years of dealing with this infatuation, he didn’t want to wait. From what he could feel, Alisha was more than ready to take him. Jeremy growled against her throat as he pressed his cock-head against her moist lips, gliding his prick along the length of her sex. His thighs shook with the intensity of his desire, and when he finally slipped inside, the walls of her sex clenched tightly around him. Her body shuddered from the intrusion, and her whimper of delight made his pulse race. Alisha felt so good, so warm and tight. She lifted her hips until her pussy barely gripped his head, then settled down slowly to take him fully, again and again, until he couldn’t take it anymore and began to pump along with her. Forcing her higher. Gripping her hips to slam her down harder. Her beautiful ass jiggled slightly from the impact. It was intoxicating how she looked, riding him as though she owned him. He reached beneath where they were joined and began to caress her puckered asshole with his thumb. She threw her head back, her long black locks hitting his face. She cried out his name, just as he dreamed all these years he was near her. The luscious sound of her voice making goosebumps crawl along his flesh. Balls-deep, Jeremy nearly hit her womb, and although she was a small woman, she eagerly took all of him right to the hilt. Clenching his jaw and squinting his eyes against the wonderful assault of her body taking him in, he fought to keep control, not wanting to end the madness too soon. Sweat made her skin glisten. He kissed her back, the salty taste of her flesh like an aphrodisiac. Reaching round to cup her breast with his hand, the other guided her body up and down. His calloused fingers skimmed up the vulnerable flesh of her throat until he reached her succulent lips. She suckled them, tracing her tongue between them, sending a rippling heat through his fingers and right to his cock. A groan tumbled from his lips, and his body shook. Unable to suppress the release drawing near, he pulled her down harder upon him, again and again, until he felt the walls of her sex clench tightly around him. Alisha cried out, grinding herself on his dick, her climax stripping away 4

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every shred of his resolve. Jeremy wrapped his arms around her waist, gripped her soft belly, and shuddered his fierce release deep inside her. He pressed his face against her back, kissed her glistening skin as she settled against his chest, milking the last of his worth. And if that didn’t kill him, Alisha whispering that she wished he was Eddie, should have. Still working his thumb against her anus, the slippery heat of her pussy trickled onto his lap. Jeremy was still inside her, having died and come back to life all over again. Alisha turned, her hip to his stomach, still straddling him. She began to move, slowly taking him again. Maybe she wished to savor the moment. He trailed wet kisses up her ribcage, then took a nipple between his lips, rolling it between them, lightly nibbling with his teeth. Then he used their natural lubricant to slip his thumb in her ass. She hissed out a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her nipples tightened almost as hard as his cock, while he stroked her dark place eliciting a string of moans and squeals that was like music to his ears. He wanted to take her there, in that dark, forbidden place. “Stand up,” he urged. “I want you over the sill, looking at the lilacs.” Alisha did as he beckoned, swaying her gorgeous ass before him as she leaned over the sill. Her black hair falling to the side, revealing the curve of her back. Jeremy gripped his cock in hand and slipped it back and forth between her cheeks, watching his head swell as it glided back and forth, glistening with her lubrication and his cum. “That’s where I’ve been...watching you from the bushes...fucking you in my mind.” He leaned forward, his hot stomach touching the cool flesh of her back, and he whispered, “But I’m here now.” Jeremy slipped his fingers between her legs, using her slick juice to ease the way. Pressing his cock-head against her puckered hole, slowly he pushed in, forcing himself inside, but not fiercely enough to harm her. Her body shivered, and she whimpered, his cock slowly inched in, stretching her to accommodate him, until his balls pressed against her pussy lips. “Does Eddie fuck you like this?” Jeremy pulled back slowly until his head nearly slipped out, then pushed back inside. “Ahh!” Alisha cried, her body quaking. “No!” “Mmmmm...allow me to fuck you...here.” Jeremy thrust deeper within her ass, making his meaning very clear. “And here.” He moved his hand across Alisha’s belly, then down to part her pink lips, and began to fondle her clit. While he continued his slow, deep thrusts inside her anus, Alisha whimpered, unable to resist him. “I’m going to have you until you can’t imagine being with my brother ever again.” With all his anger and passion swelling inside his cock and his mind, Jeremy gripped her hips, his knuckles white with tension. He impaled her harder, his cock red from the tightness of her hole; her body flushed and beautiful as he fucked her like nobody else could. Jeremy closed his eyes, grinning, as the first waves of release rolled through his body .... A loud knocking disturbed his near release. Jeremy’s eyes fluttered open. 5

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Darkness surrounded him. He was confused, unsure of where he was. Flushed and exhausted, he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to leave behind the satisfaction of a tight asshole and glistening flesh. A door suddenly opened, and a shaft of light beamed at his face, making him squint from the brilliance. He held a hand over his eyes to shield himself, and there she was. Alisha. “Jeremy, darling, are you okay? I heard you calling out in your sleep.” It all came rushing back. The game, the intensity, the rush...the sweet scent of lilacs. She stood there, beautiful and graceful in her robe, looking as innocent, yet sinful as ever. Eddie’s wife, his sister-in-law. Reality was too harsh to accept. Jeremy lifted the blankets to get up and say something, when the sticky substance of come caused his balls to stick to his thighs. He looked away, embarrassed by his state, but Alisha didn’t see it. She didn’t know that her brother-in-law was in love with somebody he couldn’t have; a woman nearly fifteen years his senior, and she didn’t know he stood outside her window masturbating while she readied herself for bed. What hurt the most, was that she sure as hell didn’t realize she could do better than his ignorant brother. “I’m fine, Alisha. Go back to bed.” Jeremy laid back having no clue what to do, but ignore her. He replaced the blanket over his flushed body, feeling sorry for himself all over again. When he heard the door click behind her, he closed his eyes, searching within the darkness for their spot on the window sill. Once again, he took his flaccid shaft in hand, gently stroking the guilty feelings away...knowing the damned dreams would eventually drive him crazy. The End

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