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Saturday Night Fever ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Saturday Night Fever Copyright © 2009 Ciana Stone Edited by Sue-Ellen Gower. Cover art by Syneca. Electronic book Publication March 2009 The terms Romantica® and Quickies® are registered trademarks of Ellora’s Cave Publishing. This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 443103502. Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. 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.
SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER
Ciana Stone
Ciana Stone
Chapter One It was like a cliché, a scene from a B movie. What was she doing? Sure, she’d wanted to celebrate her divorce, but going to a sex club and agreeing to a night in one of the private rooms with a total stranger? What the hell was wrong with her? Maybe it was all those margaritas. Or the fact that the man who’d picked her up was about the hottest thing she’d ever laid eyes on. And he was hot for her. It was amazing that her mind was even working, with his lips cruising down her neck and his hand traveling up her thigh as he pressed her against the door of the private room, trying to swipe the key card to open the door. “Babe, you feel so good,” he mouthed against the hollow of her throat as his hand reached her hip and slid around behind her to grab her ass. “Hmmm.” She could barely breathe. It’d been months since she’d had sex and the last sex she had was not good, so if she didn’t count that, it’d been…hell, forget it. Time for that little voice in her head to shut the fuck up and let her enjoy the moment. He pushed open the door and backed her into the room, his lips crushing down on hers in a kiss that had her fisting his thick hair and beginning a plunder of her own. God he tasted good. Expensive Scotch, cigar and something that was all male and triggered her hormones into a frenzied dance. He had her in his arms, his lips searing hers in another passionate kiss by the time they cleared the threshold. Now that they were here, there was no holding back. Kissing, fondling, they divested one another of clothing. He took her hand and tugged her toward the bathroom but she resisted, pulling him to her for another kiss. “The bed,” she murmured against his lips.
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“Nuh-uh,” he argued. “Shower. Like you said, this isn’t real. It’s a fantasy and I’ve got one I’ve been thinking about for a long time. Now come on, get your sweet ass in the shower.” Something about the way he said it, a hint of command in his voice, had a thrill running through her. “Or what?” she teased, running her hand down his body to fist his hard cock. The smile he gave her was the most deliciously wicked thing she’d ever seen. He wrapped both arms around her, cupping her ass to pull her against him. “I guess I’ll just have to turn you over my knee and give you a good spanking.” She nearly came right then and there, but the game was way too much fun to lose her cookies this early. “Really? And I suppose you think I’m just going to let you?” She accompanied the tease by rubbing her sex against his cock, feeling the erotic thrill of the coarse hair surrounding it abrade her clit. His fingers dug into her ass and pulled her even tighter against him. “Oh yeah, babe. That I do,” he breathed. “I think you’re not going to just let me, but before I’m done, you’re going to beg me.” “Hmmm, promises, promises,” she countered a second before his lips claimed hers. He backed her to the bathroom still locked in the kiss, and into the shower. She gasped when he turned on the water and the icy spray rained down on them. He just laughed and held her squirming against him until the water warmed. Then he turned her back to the spray and knelt down in front of her. “Spread your legs.” As soon as she did, she felt his tongue lapping the length of her sex. “Just like I thought. Sweet as honey. Turn around, baby, so I can get to you better.” She turned and bent at the waist so that her pussy was at his eye level, the warm water beating down on her back and running over her ass. He spread her legs wider and started licking her, sucking the outer lips of her pussy until they felt heavy and swollen. His tongue dipped inside her wet channel, probing and teasing.
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She was hugging the wall inside a minute. Every few seconds his tongue would move from her vagina to her clit, making her moan and press back against him. She could feel the vibration beginning in her belly, knowing that she was just moments away from coming. “Oh god, yes!” she cried, and then groaned in protest when he moved away. “It’s so rude to leave a girl stranded like that,” she complained, and turned around to see him pouring liquid soap into his hands. “Stand with your back against the wall.” She wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but obeyed anyway. She was literally quivering with arousal, her nipples puckered and hard and her pussy wet with more than just the water from the shower. He started on her shoulder, working his slick hands slowly down her arms then up again. When he reached her breasts and palmed her nipples in slow circles, she moaned. His mouth in a plundering kiss that was all tongue and teeth, muffled the moan. She let him enjoy his invasion for a while then took control, fisting both hands in his hair to feed off him. The slow burn that had started in her nipples had already escalated into a raging fire that was spreading out from those sensitive buds, making her arch against him. His dick pressed against her belly, throbbing and hard. She reached down to take his dick in one hand and cup his balls with the other. “Hmmm.” She bit at his lip when he moved away from the kiss. He took hold of her wrists to force her hands from him. “I didn’t say you could touch me,” he said with a smile. “Bad, very bad. I guess I’m going to have to administer that spanking sooner than I realized.” At first she thought he was just teasing, but when he turned her to face the wall and said “Bend over, baby,” she realized it was no tease.
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The sexy rasp of his voice was as much of a turn-on as his demands. She bent over and braced her hands on the shower wall. The first smack on her ass made her jump. The second sent a sexual charge though her. He spanked her slowly and precisely, each lash ending with a caress. After ten smacks, she was squirming. Her ass cheeks felt as though they were on fire and her pussy felt like an inflated balloon between her legs. On one level, she wanted him to stop. But the submissive side of her sexual nature wanted more. “Please,” she breathed. “Please what?” He paused, running one hand between her legs to stroke the wet folds of her pussy while the other hand squeezed her ass. “Please, I want more?” “Yes, more. Please. More.” “Then bend your legs for me. That’s it, just a little more. Now spread your legs, babe. That’s good. Bend forward just a little more. I want your ass up and open.” She’d just gotten herself into position when he penetrated her ass with his finger. The sensation was as potent as a jolt of electricity. It ran straight through her body and took up residence in her pussy. She cried out then inhaled sharply as his soap-slicked finger probed inside her ass. “Christ, you’re tight. Tight and hot. Babe, you’re a fucking wet dream come to life.” She wanted to acknowledge the compliment but could only moan as he probed in and out, each time going deeper. Her clit was throbbing madly. She reached between her legs to fondle herself and he slapped her ass with a strong smack. “Not yet, baby. I’ll tell you when to come. If you need something to do with your hands, then reach back here and spread your ass wider for me. This tight little ass of yours is going to take some time to loosen up enough for me to fuck you.” She’d never had real anal sex and the idea of it was electrifyingly erotic. She followed his command, her fingers digging into the cheeks of her ass as he inserted two fingers inside her.
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“That’s it, baby,” he crooned. “Spread it wide. Come on now, relax your asshole. You’re so fucking tight.” She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. The sting of the soap added to the unique combination of pleasure and pain, making her damn near close to coming just from being finger fucked up the ass. Her pussy pulsed, her clit throbbed, and her breath rasped as he started to work three fingers inside her. She felt like she was stretched to the maximum. It was almost too much. Of what, she wasn’t sure. The pain and pleasure seemed to be linked. “Come on, baby, loosen up for me,” he crooned in a lover’s tone. “Please,” she pleaded. “I can’t. It’s too much. I can’t take it.” “Yes, you can, baby. And you will. Just go with it.” “Oh god,” she moaned. “I can’t. It’s…” “Exactly what you want,” he finished her sentence. “What I want. You want to give me what I want, don’t you?” “Yes!” “Then give it to me. Beg me to fuck you up the ass with my fingers while you masturbate and come. I want you to come for me, baby.” “Please.” “Say it, baby. Beg for it,” he urged in a voice rough with passion, shoving his fingers deep inside her ass. “Please, fuck me up the ass with your fingers. Make me come until I pass out. Please, just do it now!” “My pleasure. Now play with your pussy. I want to see you come.” She reached between her legs and ran her fingers down her pussy, feeling the swollen folds standing open and ready. Her fingers moved to her swollen clit. It was so aroused that the first touch almost sent her over the edge, but his voice coached her. “Easy, baby. Not too fast.” 8
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His fingers pumped in and out of her sensitive ass as she slowly rolled her fingers back and forth over her clit. She tried to go slow, but she was too far gone. “Oh god! I…I can’t…” She exploded before she could finish the sentence. Her pussy and ass contracted and pulsed wildly and all the strength went out of her legs. He held her, pulling her against him when the orgasm finally faded. She sagged back against him, feeling his erection pressing against her. That sparked her energy immediately. She turned and sank to her knees, taking his dick in her hand to guide it to her mouth. He groaned as she took him in her mouth. Her fingers toyed with his tight balls, slipping behind to play with his ass. He grabbed her hair and pushed deeper into her mouth. “Christ!” he groaned as she slid back on his shaft, letting her tongue circle the swollen head. She took him to the brink of release twice, each time backing off before he could come. “Baby, you’re killing me,” he moaned, and pulled her to her feet then up into his arms. “You’re one to talk,” she said against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against her cheek. “I still have rubber legs.” He chuckled and pushed her back to look at her face. “I’ve thought about this for a long time. I’m not about to let it end yet.” He turned off the water and grabbed a couple of towels. After wrapping one around her, he fastened one around his waist and took her hand to lead her to the bedroom. Stopping at the bed, he unwound the towel from her, moving behind her to run his tongue over the soft skin of her back. His hands moved around her, over her belly and then up toward her breasts, his lips moving on the skin of her shoulder, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
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His palms were warm and her nipples tightened beneath his touch. Her own palms moistened in anticipation as he turned her to face him, his eyes raking wolfishly down her body. He ducked his head down to take one breast into his mouth, soft then demanding, flicking her nipple with his tongue. She pressed forward toward the delicious sensation. He stopped long enough to give her a sexy smile then started a slow sensuous journey down her body with his tongue, making her skin tingle and burn. When his mouth covered her mound, his tongue seeking out her clit, her knees nearly buckled. He moved lower, lapping at the cream, laving the swollen lips of her pussy, sucking and biting. “You’re so sweet. So goddamn sweet. Lie down, baby, and let me see you.” She stripped back the bedcovers and lay back with her head propped on the pillow, her legs spread, and knees bent. He climbed onto the bed, between her knees and sat back on his heels, letting his eyes move over every inch of her. “I’m going to make you burn, babe,” he promised just before he bent forward licked at her pussy, laving those delicate lips before slowly sliding his tongue between them.
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Chapter Two A quiver ran through her as he plunged his tongue into her wet pussy. Using both hands, he spread her sex so that she was completely open and exposed. The soft pink of her naked lips and the cleft hiding her clit drew him. He stroked and licked, raising the fragile hood to fully expose her clit, and then slowly traced it with his tongue, inhaling the sweetness of her scent that drove his passion higher. He captured her clit between his lips and circled it with his tongue. She moaned and arched, grabbing her inner thighs to spread them wider, her breasts thrust into the air, her body trembling with excitement. Her abandon spurred him, incited him to take her to the very edge of release then withdraw. “No!” she protested when he paused. “Easy, baby we don’t want to rush.” “Speak for yourself!” she argued. “You want more, baby?” “Oh yes. Please.” He’d never heard anything sexier than that lusty plea. He bent to sink his tongue deep in her pussy, then stroked up in a long lick that ended at her clit. His hands moved to her breasts to squeeze her nipples. “Aaaahhhhh!” she moaned, pressing against his tongue and wiggling. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” He paused again and slid up her body to feast on her breasts, circling the hard nipple then flicking it with his tongue. She moved against him, raising her hips to pump against his hard dick.
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“You make it so fucking hard on a man,” he growled and bit lightly on her nipple, running one between their bodies to part her lips and sink one finger into her pussy. She bucked as his finger found her secret inner spot. With slow, deliberate strokes, he worked his finger over it, in and out of her hot core. “Please,” she wiggled against his questing finger. “More, more, more!” His dick jumped in reply but he wasn’t ready for the final act. Not until he’d had a taste of all of her. He worked his way back down her damp body, tasting the sweetness of her sweat on his tongue. She groaned in pleasure when his tongue played over her clit and his finger dipped inside her pussy, stroking her higher. Her pussy started to contract against his finger. “Not yet.” He ceased all activity and slid up her body to capture her lips for a long kiss. She could taste the mixture of the night’s alcohol, her own cum and his unique essence in the kiss and sucked his tongue deep into her mouth, wrapping her arms and legs around him to feel the erotic thrill of the length of his hard cock slide against her pussy. She wanted him with an intensity that bordered on manic. “In me,” she breathed against his mouth. “Get in me, now.” “Not yet,” he replied and slid back down to imprison her clit in his mouth, his tongue darting over the sensitive nub. His finger probed into her wet sex then out, easing into a steady rhythm. “Ahhh!” was all that came from her aside from her muscles contracting around his finger. Between the actions of his finger and his mouth, she was past the point of holding back. He could feel the orgasmic contractions. Her hands moved to tangle in his hair and her body arched up, quivering. As soon as the climax began to wind down, he moved into position and slid the length of his dick into her still-contracting pussy.
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She cried out and moved against him, her inner muscles squeezing him at the end of each push inside her, then releasing, her hips taking over to tilt and pump. She pulled on him until he rolled over on his back. Straddling him, she sat up straight then slowly leaned back until the back of her head touched his legs behind her, affording him a bird’s eye view of his cock sunk into her pussy. Her hips moved back and forth, sliding her pussy up and down his length. He gripped her by the thighs, already feeling the threat of an orgasm. She must have felt it because she straightened easily, bending forward until her tantalizing breasts dangled in front of him, tempting him to taste. “Hmmmm,” she moaned as he took both her breasts in her hands, moving his mouth from one to the other, teasing her nipples with teeth and tongue. “I need you now. Hard and fast.” Her demand inspired the primitive male inside him. He wanted to take her hard and long. To hear her moan and quake beneath him. That need exploded and he quickly flipped her over, pulling her legs up over his shoulders so that he could plunge deep inside her. She cried out as his dick hilted inside her, stretching her to accommodate him. He almost slowed, to take it easy. But the primal male was in control. He stroked hard and fast, his hands on her hips, digging into the flesh, forcing her harder against him. “Yes!” she screamed suddenly, as her body loosened to meet his need. “Harder. Harder. More, more. Give me more!” Her pleas were fuel to a fire that was already burning out of control. He watched her reach up and back, her hands tightening on the edge of the mattress in a position so completely sexual and submissive that his balls tingled and tightened, his belly quivered and sweat poured down his body. He took her. Hard and long, every cry, gasp and moan driving him deeper into the madness that gripped him. “On your knees, baby.” His voice was hoarse and rough. “I want all of you.” 13
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She knew what he wanted and for the first time in her life, she wanted it, too. She wiggled free and turned over onto her hands and knees. “Put your head down, baby. Hang onto the bed.” She did as he instructed. His fingers dipped into her wet pussy then down across her anus, lubricating her with her own juice. She moaned as he worked two fingers inside her, and arched her back more, causing her ass to raise and spread. “That’s it, baby,” he crooned in a voice thick with desire. “Take it.” Her response was the groan of a woman surrendering. She pushed back against his fingers and reached down with one hand to stroke her clit. His balls began to ache as he worked her ass, her lusty moans urging him to drive deeper. “I…I need…” she groaned and supplied the rest of it without words, reaching down with her right hand to run her fingers over her clit. Within moments her pussy flowered, opening and glistening. “More,” she breathed. “Take me, now. Take me.” He didn’t need to be asked twice. She groaned as he pressed inside, the muscle protesting at the invasion. “Loosen up, baby…” “Do it,” she whispered. “Now.” He pressed slow and steady, feeling her stretch to accommodate him, sliding slowly inside her. The groan that came from her when he pushed inside her was one of longing and surrender, one that robbed him of reason and control. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass to him, impaling her on his length. She cried out but moved against him, offering him all that he wanted. He stroked slowly, easing out just an inch or so then pressing deep. He knew she struggled to accommodate him, knew that he was taking what she’d offered to no one else. That alone was enough to start the tremors in his belly as an orgasm started to swell.
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He tried to prolong it, to move slow and easy, but the need was too great. She was his and the male inside demanded that he take her. “You’re so fucking hot!” he rasped, his breath coming faster and harder as climax threatened to overwhelm him. “Baby, I can’t hold it.” “Yes,” she breathed, matching him in passion and need, the seductress giving way to the animal in her nature that longed to be taken, to be dominated. “Now, now, now!” With a groan he exploded, his dick pulsing as he shot deep inside her. She screamed as an orgasm rocked her, her body rolling and bucking. They both went limp and he fell to the bed, wrapping himself around her, the sweat of their bodies making them slick. For a few minutes, there was only the sound of their rapid breathing. Then breath slowed and languor set in. When the sound of his breathing evened and slowed, she eased away from him. In sleep, he was every bit as sexy as awake. She thought about waking him. Seeing if there was more fire left in him. But the truth was, she’d had about as much as she could take for one night. Her pussy was sore and she suspected that her ass would be sore for a week. But it was worth it. She’d known more passion with this man in one night than she’d experienced in five years of marriage. She’d finally broken free of her old life, and had dared to live out a fantasy. Not to just dream it up but to actually live it. A hot feverish fantasy, a Saturday night unlike any she’d ever known. Saturday Night Fever, she thought and giggled softly as she rose to dress. She wondered if sometime later she’d regret not knowing his name, or him knowing hers, then shook off the thought. This wasn’t about love. It was about fantasy. Alternatively, was it? She grabbed her purse and dug out one of her business cards. On the back she wrote. Just in case…Amy. Careful not to wake him, she left.
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Hours later, he woke to find himself alone. He sat and saw the card on the pillow beside him. He picked it up and read it. A smile appeared that turned into a chuckle that became a full-blown laugh. What’s YOUR fantasy? the card read. Erotic Fiction by Amy Queen. Beneath that was a website address. He fell back on the bed, and then lifted the card to look at it again. Who knew?
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About the Author Ciana Stone has been reading since the age of three, and wrote her first story at age five. Since then she has enjoyed writing as a solitary form of entertainment, and has just recently come out of the closet to share her stories with others. She holds several post graduate degrees and has often been referred to as a professional student. Her latest fields of interest are quantum mechanics and Taoism. When she is not writing (or studying) she enjoys painting (canvas, not walls), sculpting, running, hiking and yoga. She lives with her long-time lover in several locations in the United States.
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