Ria's Writing: Fever (Masturbation Monday #284)

This is another spur-of-the-moment idea. It doesn't really fit the Masturbation Monday prompt, but strike while the inspiration is hot and all that. For your musical enjoyment, there’s a song after the story that I think suits it perfectly.

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Fever

By Ria Restrepo

I was a woman on a mission. I’d been working on a particularly hot sex scene for my latest book and I was on fire. As the chemistry intensified and the sparks flew in the story, the characters always became my man and me. For an hour, I squirmed in my seat getting hornier and hornier until I just couldn’t take it anymore. Sure, I could have just gotten myself, but I wanted him—I needed him—and I was determined to get what I craved.

I found him in his home studio—with the rest of his band. Fuck, he wasn’t alone. I was about to self-combust or cry, I wasn’t sure which. I briefly considered jumping him right there in front of the other guys, but sanity immediately prevailed.

Thankfully, he took one look at me and accurately interpreted my mood. “Take five, guys.”

A made a sharp jerking motion with my head.

“Ah, make that ten.” He put down his guitar and headed for me with a raised eyebrow.

This was one of the many reasons I loved the man. We seemed to have a telepathic link—especially when it involved anything sexual. He could read my mind like no one I’d ever known.

When he reached the door, I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall to the nearest bathroom.

He chuckled as I pushed him inside. “The writing went well, did it?”

“Yes.” The man knew me all too well. I joined him in the bathroom, shut the door, and locked it.

I didn’t waste any time pressing my body along his, my tits crushed against his chest, and attacked his zipper. I couldn’t free him from his jeans fast enough.

He nudged my chin up with his finger so I could see the smirk on his face. “We were about to record the new song.”

“As worked up as I am, this won’t take long. I promise.”

“You know, they know exactly what’s going on in here.”

“Don’t care.” I yanked his jeans and boxer briefs down over his hips. “I need your cock.”

His grin widened. “I might need time to catch up with you.”

I wrapped my hand around his semi-hard cock and stroked it from base to tip, teasing the underside with my thumb. I relished the feel of him hardening beneath my touch.

Groaning, he closed his eyes as pleasure washed over his face, his teasing grin long gone.

“That won’t take long either.”

His eyes snapped open and blazed blue fire. “Get your ass up on that sink and show me your horny cunt.”

Not hesitating, I released his cock and did as I was told. While writing, I didn’t bother wearing panties and often wore a short skirt for easy access. When you write erotic romance, getting horny was an occupational hazard.

My skirt slid up as I boosted myself up onto the vanity, my bare ass meeting the cold surface. I spread my legs wide apart, revealing my cleanly shaved pussy.

“Fuck, you’re ripe and ready, aren’t you, dirty girl?” He yanked off his T-shirt and tossed it onto the floor.

I looked down to see for myself. My sex was flushed with arousal and glistening with juices, my cunt lips puffy and slightly parted, my swollen clit peeking out, begging for attention.

“T-shirt too.”

My gaze shifted to see him fisting his fully hard cock. Watching him stroke his cock fueled the fiery need consuming me. I pulled off my shirt—and quickly stripped off my bra too. I knew that would be his next command, so I was saving time.

“Eager little slut.” He squeezed the length of his shaft, milking out a line of clear pre-come.

“Fuck yeah.” We both knew I was only ever a slut for him, but I got off on the dirty names.

Unable to hold back any longer, I slid my fingers between my cunt lips and gave my clit the attention it desperately craved. Moaning, I circled it again and again, watching him while he watched me. I went lower and pushed my fingers inside my tight sheath, getting them thoroughly coated in my wetness.

Then I painted my taut nipples with my juices. Once both were as slick as my sex, I took them between my fingers and pinched them—hard. The pleasure-pain jolting through my body, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against the mirror above the sink. The bittersweet sensation made my inner muscles tighten and my sex ache even more.

I heard a low rumbling sound, then he grabbed my thighs and yanked me closer to the edge of the vanity. I had to brace my hands behind me to avoid seriously banging my head. That caused my body to arch, thrusting my tits in the air.

He swiftly pushed himself deep inside me with one forceful thrust, filling and stretching me magnificently. I whimpered when he pulled out, but then he slammed back inside my cunt---again and again. It was just the good hard fuck I needed, my pleasure building at lightning speed.

While he steadily pounded my pussy, he bent over me and took one of my nipples in his mouth. Sucking and licking the tender bud, he devoured my cunt cream, then gave the other nipple the same treatment. I gasped when I felt his teeth graze the sensitive flesh.

We were both too lost in our urgent lust to engage in our usual repertoire of filthy dirty talk. The small room was filled with grunts, groans, and the sound of skin smacking against skin. When he lightly bit my nipple, I struggled to muffle a cry of intense pleasure. I was in sensory overload and so very close to coming all over his demanding cock.

Then he bit the other nipple even harder and I went careening over the edge, a devastating orgasm racking my body. It was so sudden and powerful I couldn’t stop the wail of exquisite release that escaped. I was too absorbed in the blissful sensations consuming me to care if anyone heard.

“Fuck!” With several hard thrusts, he joined me, his cock jerking inside me as he filled me with his come.

When I could breathe and control my limbs again, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed the side of his neck. “Thank you.”

He chuckled. “It was my pleasure.”

With him still inside me, the vibration from his laughter renewed my arousal. Before I could consider a more leisurely round two, he pulled out of me and helped me sit up.

He grinned down at me. “I definitely want to read whatever got you so worked up.”

“When I’m finished, absolutely.”

To my everlasting disappointment, he tucked himself back inside his jeans and zipped up. “You going back to work?”

“I think I’ll call it a day and make you guys something to eat for when you’re done recording.”

“Thank you.” He abruptly squeezed his eyes shut and groaned.

“What?”

“They’re going to give me so much shit when I go back in there.”

“I’ll give you a nice long cock-worshipping session tonight to make up for it.”

His breathtaking smile was back. “Just one of the many reasons I married you.”

And I thanked my lucky stars every day that I got to spend the rest of eternity with him.