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  Firecracker Gone Astray

  © 2013 Megan Flint

  Description: Trixie Harridan wants to juggle two guys, but it just got a lot harder. Cy returns from the country with a big surprise, but it's not what you think. He's moved into the city. The change is sudden, but Trixie loves that Cy knows what he wants and goes after it, especially when it's her body. Erik, a different flavor, is worried about hurting Trixie with his hulking size, but it's his feral nature that she craves between her legs. Trixie wants to be pillaged and will do anything to awaken Erik's inner savage. With confident prowess in one hand and primal domination in the other, Trixie is stretching her limits, but can't say no to either man.

  Length: 14,500 words or 58 book pages long.

  Naughty Scale: Erotica. Steamy male/female oral foreplay and brassy undaunted sex. If you aren't 18 years old yet, avert your prying eyes. Or go ahead and look. I can't stop you.

  1. Set the Town Aflame

  Trixie didn’t know what to think as she lay dripping and spent on the floor of her apartment hallway. Cy had just revealed that he quit his job at the mountain resort and accepted a new position in the city. This was the big surprise he had been waiting to tell her in person. And he didn’t just move into the city, he had found a place in her neighborhood. That’s what Cy had been doing while she was at work, during those three days they’d spent playing house in her apartment after the race weekend. More to the point, there wasn’t any discussing the matter. The lease was signed and he had already moved in.

  Cy didn’t want her to feel weird about his sudden arrival. He admitted that of course being closer to her was an incentive, but also that he wanted to live in the city for a while now. Trixie was happy for him, but it was all very sudden. On the one hand her accessibility to Cy would be greatly improved, but on the other his accessibility to her would be greatly improved. She and Erik had only just started up again. Trixie had been prepared to court both of them simultaneously, alternating weekends, but that was when the two men lived one-hundred miles apart.

  The new job sounded great. It allowed Cy to choose his own clients and set his own hours. He approached the interview smartly, saying that he was considering a move to the city, and was immediately courted for his qualifications. Cy was now garnering a starting salary well above what he had settled for at the hotel. She could hardly blame him for taking a superior position. To his credit, Cy knew what it looked like, but he made no excuses for it either. He claimed his arrival came with no expectations.

  Trixie was no fool. No matter how much men claimed they didn’t have expectations, they secretly nursed hopes, like pinwheels spinning behind their eyes.

  When Cy had showed up at her doorstep on the weekend of their planned reunion -- one hour ago now -- she had thrown herself at him. Trixie thought it was odd that he didn’t have a suitcase or an overnight bag with him, but they were already stripping each other in the doorway of her apartment before the subject could be broached.

  Trixie had told Erik that she was visiting with a friend over the weekend. She didn’t specify what kind of friend and he didn’t ask. Trixie was thinking that her and Cy only had this weekend before he left again, and so she was going to make the most of it. He seemed to be of the same mind.

  They rolled along the walls and spilled onto the floor, leaving a trail of hastily torn off clothing behind them. They were naked in moments, groping and kissing each other as if starved for affection. For Cy, that was true enough, and for Trixie, surprisingly the same, despite the fact that she and Erik had been together more days than not during the past week.

  If she was hungry for anything, it was for Cy’s desire of her in that moment. And that moment was the only one that mattered. Trixie surrendered to him as he took her repeatedly throughout the apartment. He had her from behind in a door frame and from in front on a coffee table. No place was sacred.

  Cy was on a quest to explore uncharted territory, taking them everywhere they hadn’t fucked three weeks earlier. Every square foot of her apartment felt the vibrations of their lust, from the counters to the cupboards. Even the closets weren’t off limits. Cy pushed the hangers aside so that Trixie could dangle from the wardrobe bar, both legs wrapped around him as he drove himself up her welcoming snatch. The clothing bar snapped when Trixie came, bringing all the hangers down on them both. It didn’t slow their momentum in the least. They laughed, dug themselves out, and kept going, writhing atop a pile of coats like teenagers at a party.

  He definitely made her feel young again, like it was always their first time together. His enthusiasm was infectious. Cy didn’t hold back at any point with Trixie, knowing full well what she was building towards. In fact it was just the opposite. He charged towards her release with eager abandon.

  When Trixie started approaching her fever pitch, they were in the long hallway of her apartment, having never quite made it to the bedroom. She was straddling him as her hidden reservoir heated to a boil, fired lightning through her body, and burst forth unbidden, gushing rivers onto Cy that ran off his body like tributaries through the creases of his stomach muscles. At least they were on hardwood floors rather than carpet, Trixie thought before blacking out.

  She regained herself, still screaming, now with her downstairs and upstairs neighbors banging on their ceiling and floor with broomsticks and boots respectively. Cy loved it, reveled in her juices, and came without restraint, his tight balls slapping up against her ass with each rapid thrust.

  They lay on the floor afterward, staring at each other on their sides, utterly satisfied and spent.

  “I missed you,” Trixie said. It wasn’t a lie. She had missed him, despite the fact that her last week had been filled with another man. That didn’t change her feelings towards Cy. They were no less what they had been.

  “I moved to the city.”

  That’s when he told Trixie for the first time. As the story unfolded, she learned that he had been here all week setting up his place. If he had been tempted to swing by at any point, or even walk by her apartment casually, it was possible that he could have seen her with Erik though a window. She never drew the blinds closed. Trixie watched him closely as he told her about the move, but there was no hint that Cy knew anything about Erik.

  Trixie had a choice to make, but one that forked off in multiple directions. She considered them all as Cy told her about his new job. She was barely paying attention to the details while nodding politely.

  Option one. Keep seeing both men and tell them about each other. She had no idea if either man would be willing to share. They each brought something different to her table, and Trixie did enjoy variety. Having two men in her life would certainly satisfy every craving she had on a regular basis. They’d have to be alternated of course, a threesome would be pushing it, but she felt confident that a beneficial schedule could be arranged for all parties involved. She had her largest doubts about Cy, especially as he had just moved to the city. His claim of having no expectations would certainly be tested. As for Erik, she suspected he might be okay with it, but then again, he might not. Option one basically meant leaving the choice in their hands.

  Option two. Keep seeing both men, but without telling them about each other. The fact that Cy had moved to the city didn’t make Trixie beholden to him all of a sudden, nor did dating Erik for one week make her his property. Trixie was the sole mistress of her own life. Sex wasn’t a binding contract in her world. Sex was a recreation. Scheduling would be a lot more challenging. There could be no overlapping visits.

  Option three. Stop seeing Cy. Trixie couldn’t take this idea seriously
even for a second, especially after the full servicing he had just given her. It’s easier to move on from somebody after the memory of them has faded over time, but now, with everything she loved about Cy freshly reinforced in all of her pretty orifices, she couldn’t conceive of cutting him from her life. Dammit. Well played Mister Foley. You chose the perfect moment to drop your I’ve-moved-into-the-city bomb.

  Option four. Stop seeing Erik. Equally undesirable. She had spent so long trying to find one man who was comfortable with her squirting orgasm. Now that Trixie had found two, she was loathe to part with either of them, especially as Vanessa was still hovering around. She would swoop in like a vulture of broken hearts, exactly like she did the first time, and ruin him again. Erik was was still tentative with his desires and hesitant to really cut loose, no doubt afraid of hurting her with his hulking size.

  Option five. Start a polyamorous cult of Trixie where men forswear all other women to worship solely at the temple of her cunny.

  All right, back to reality Trixie. Cy was still telling her about his new job and she’d been blithely bobbing her head and making the occasional sound instead of actually listening.

  Cy, short for Cyril, was in the city. There was no point in considering all the possibilities and playing them out endlessly in her mind. Her girlfriends would have a collective conniption when she told them about this latest development. They were already in a tizzy about Erik returning to the playing field. They had salivated over Erik no less than they did over Cy. Dating both men would throw them into a jealous froth. Maybe she shouldn’t tell them.

  Cy was here now and much as she wanted to keep him bedridden, he would have to go back home eventually. Trixie was faced with the potential of a long-term relationship, in many respects, for the first time. The last time she had been in anything more than a casual relationship was many years ago, with a man who, by all evidence, couldn’t cope with her spurting blackouts. At least, that's why she assumed he left. The one hurdle she had struggled against since then, finding a man who not only enjoyed her explosive orgasms but welcomed them, had been vaulted, twice, in less than a month.

  Having a meaningful relationship was strange and unfamiliar road, but not unappealing. It had always been easier to just screw their brains out. Doing so had been working with Erik for the past week, but she knew it wasn't a permanent solution. For that matter, if that’s all he wanted, then her choice between the two men would be simple.

  Well, there was no point in putting off the inevitable. If she didn’t admit to Cy that they weren’t exclusive now, it would only be more awkward later if they bumped into Erik on the street, or somebody else who knew them both, like Vanessa. She really needed to find out where that harpy lived.

  “Cyril, I need to tell you something…”

  Trixie used his full name, hoping to set a somber tone. Cy didn’t interrupt her so much as touch her face tenderly. Trixie lost her train of thought.

  “How you would feel about getting out of the city?” he asked.

  “That was fast. Are you sick of the hustle already?” Trixie said.

  “I just miss being surrounded by trees. I’m sure I’ll get used to it, but how would feel about taking an excursion with me this weekend?”

  Trixie couldn’t believe her luck. That would certainly keep them from bumping into anybody.

  “I’m not opposed to the idea. What did you have in mind?”

  “There’s an inlet I’d like to explore. How would you like to be my paddle buddy?”

  “A paddle buddy?” Trixie raised an eyebrow provocatively. “Will I be able to sit down afterward or should we establish a safe word first?”

  “Paddling through water, although I’m not opposed to your interpretation.”

  She liked that about Cy. So far he was open to any kink she had in mind.

  “Hold onto that thought. An inlet you say? It doesn’t sound like there’s going to be much solid ground beneath me during this trip.”

  “Well, I’d ask you if you’re afraid of getting wet, but I think we’re well past that now.”

  Cy smiled, thinking himself clever.

  “Oh, I wouldn’t say we’re past anything, least of all this evening. A proper welcoming to the city is still in order.”

  Trixie stood up, still shiny with their commingled sweat.

  “Didn’t you just do that?” Cy asked as she crossed to the pile of coats on which they had rutted moments earlier. Trixie donned a trench coat while throwing one of her oversized jackets to Cy. She had bought it off a men’s clearance wrack. It fit him well enough for what she had in mind.

  “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see,” she said.

  Trixie peaked out her front door to see if the common hallway was clear and then pulled Cy along, not really giving him a chance to refuse. She kissed him as they waited for the elevator to arrive, pushing him up against the door. Once inside, Trixie spun around and raised her trench coat for him. The elevator was an antique, giving them plenty of time get their temperatures up again as they slowly ascended.

  Walking barefoot through the penthouse hallways, she and Cy snuck into the service staircase. He was all hands at that point, pushing Trixie up against a landing wall. Cy kissed her neck while spreading her pussy apart with his fingers, and massaged the engorged nub he found. Trixie pushed against his chest, slipped out of his grasp, and raced up the stairs to a door, the lock for which had been broken for years. She taunted Cy to follow, bending over to present her plumage as bait. He chased after her, leaping three steps at a time.

  Trixie raced him across the rooftop, past air conditioner vents and blackened brick chimneys. She stopped at a ledge overlooking the skyline and took in the view. Cy caught up with Trixie and spun her around forcefully, breathless and flushed with excitement. She let her trench coat drop onto the roof. Cy gripped her naked backside and picked her up beside the ledge, smacking her ass once for good measure. The ledge of the roof came up to Cy’s waist and Trixie could clearly see over it from her perch and down to the street below.

  “Don’t drop me.”

  “Never.”

  Cy lowered Trixie on his prick and filled her welcoming gash, diving into her with steady rigid strokes. He spilled his plentiful seed in seconds.

  “You’re a townie now country boy,” Trixie said, rising and falling on Cy’s cock as he splashed inside her depths. “The whole city is witness.”

  He was too busy gasping to form a reply. Maybe having Cy walking distance away wouldn’t be so bad after all.

  2. Freckled-Faced Vixen

  No sooner had they broken Cy into the city, than Cy was breaking Trixie into the wilderness, or more specifically, the ocean. He owned a kayak, but rented a two-seater for them both. It wasn’t hard to pick up the necessary techniques and Cy promised to do most of the paddling if she got tired. He teased, of course, knowing full well that her stamina had run his lungs dry during their obstacle race together.

  Cy gave her a lesson on proper boatmanship before they started out. His hands wandered flirtatiously as he fastened her life jacket while going over the basics of paddling. The lessons were simplistic, but Trixie liked that he was attentive to her well-being. It felt good to be taken care of by somebody else and even made her stomach flutter each time he reached around her to grab another buckle. Is this what it felt like to be in a healthy relationship? She still couldn’t say for certain.

  She looked at Cy and sometimes wondered what to do or say next. Trixie would sooner admire his muscular shoulders or lose herself in his brown eyes. She was only distantly listening to his words, a bad habit, while staring at his lips and imagining them pressed against her naked belly.

  Any time Cy said or did something that was chivalrous or romantic, like open a door, pay her a complement, or even asked a question about her past, probing for more personal details, she responded with physical affection rather than a reply, or deflected the subject back to him. It was easier that way for now. She
was so used to being sexual with men that any other kind of intimacy felt a little forced on her part, even though she truly had feelings for him.

  Trixie had only been in one long term relationship before, which had been tumultuous during the best of times, and almost entirely physical. He unlocked her body and rejected her all at once, leaving Trixie shortly after her first gushing orgasm. It certainly wasn’t an experience she wanted to repeat. She was determined to never let herself be hurt like that again. That conviction alone had served her well for years, until meeting Cy in the mountain village.

  Cy had changed everything, but she could still feel herself holding back emotionally by using sex as a buffer. She was playful and smiling on the surface, but largely removed on the inside, except during moments like these, as he finished tightening her flotation vest. Trixie could feel him sneaking through her armor as she warmed to Cy in more than a purely physical way. Whether he knew what he was doing or not, she could tell he wasn’t just interested in her body, but her company as well.

  Trixie interrupted him, cutting Cy off in the middle of some sentence about sharing waterways with other boaters, threw herself against his long slender body, and given him a prolonged kiss. She held his face in one hand, inhaling him, hungry for his lips. Cy didn’t resist until she was done.

  “What was that for?” he asked pleasantly, still locked in her embrace and thrown by her sudden affection.

  “For showing up when you did.”

  “What? At your doorstep?”

  “In a manner of speaking.”

  Cy smiled, not fully understanding, but Trixie was okay for that. The day was beautiful, they had each other, and that was all that mattered. Her chest swelled with a deep satisfying breath.

  “Take me out to sea Captain. I’m ready when you are.”

  Cy sat Trixie in front of him so he could steer more effectively, after which they pushed off into the water and left the cove community behind them. They were slicing through the water shortly thereafter, passing canoeists and sail boats while being buffeted by jet skis and speed boats. There was a whole other community on the water, complete with jellyfish skirting the surface and seals poking their heads up.