FIRES OF SOLSTICE
by Judy Mays

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Excerpt:

She heard the door open. Too soon for James. Some coworker then.

“Not now. I need to be alone.”

“But I want you now.”

That voice! Damn all men to hell! Spinning around, Meredythe stared at the stranger from her boss’s office. His silvery gray eyes bored into hers. Six feet tall, wickedly lean with muscles clearly defined by his tight, black tee shirt and jeans, he exuded sensuality.

A shiver danced its way up Meredythe’s spine and shattered the composure she’d regained as she let her gaze slide down his body. Damn, but he was a hunk. If only he would turn around so she could get a look at his ass. A picture of him standing naked before her flashed in her mind. Her vaginal muscles tightened; her nipples tingled. She looked back up into his face.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. Amusement appeared in his eyes. “Like what you see?”

Jerking her gaze from his, Meredythe’s anger burned higher. How could she find such an arrogant man attractive? She hated arrogant men.

He held out his hand. “Come to me.”

Meredythe’s eyes widened, and heat surged to her face. What was she, a dog? “Just who the hell do you think you are?”

He didn’t answer. Instead he kicked the door closed and stalked towards her, his muscles sliding smoothly beneath his clothing.

He moves so effortlessly, like—an animal. “What do you want?” she challenged again when he stopped before her.

His eyes bore into hers. “You.”

“Me!” She sputtered. This was the last straw. “And just what makes you think…”

Before she could finish, he cupped her face gently but firmly between his hands, nuzzled her mouth with his, then slid his lips over hers.

Shocked, Meredythe froze.

As his scent surrounded her, soft, tender kisses and delicate flicks of his tongue teased her senses. His supple thumbs caressed her cheeks while his strong fingers massaged the sides of her neck. Slanting his head, he pressed his mouth more firmly against hers and tantalized her lips with the tip of his tongue.

Slowly, her body relaxed, and she swayed towards him.

He growled low in his throat and sucked on her lower lip.

Something inside of Meredythe burst free from its cocoon and exploded into bloom. Sighing, she opened her mouth, all thoughts of escape melting away.

With that small victory, he seized control. Kisses that had been gentle now seared her lips, drawing forth a hungry, burning response from the depths of her soul. His tongue invaded her mouth, thrusting and swirling against hers in a dance that became more and more sensuous. His mouth conquered, dominated, demanded. A low moan escaped from her throat as she melted against him, palms flat against his chest, and began to drown in the raw, blatant passion of his kiss.

Wrapping one arm around her waist, he laced the fingers of his other hand through her hair, and pulled her head even closer.

Teeth clashed against teeth and tongues stabbed and swiped.

Her teeth slid across his lip.

For a second, the metallic taste of blood rolled across Meredythe’s tongue, then a bonfire ignited in her soul. Trapped in a kiss that seemed to drag her soul from her body, Meredythe plummeted into a maelstrom of desire.

The tight knot in her stomach exploded with fiery heat that surged through her veins. As her nerves sizzled, her nipples puckered into tight, aching buds. Hot moisture pooled between her legs, and she spread her legs apart and tried to straddle his thigh.

Moaning deep in her throat, she grasped his soft cotton shirt and tugged at it, trying to rip it away from his body so she could slide her hands across the hot, taut muscles of his chest.

His groan answered her as he slid his hands down her back, cupped her butt, and pulled her hips against the hard ridge of his erect cock. Then, as he kneaded and massaged her ass with his left hand, he yanked her blouse free from her skirt, slid his right underneath it, and cupped her breast.

Ignoring the warning bells clamoring in her head, Meredythe slid her hands up his chest, wrapped her arms around his neck, pushed her breast further into his hand, and sucked his tongue into her mouth.

His harsh whiskers scratching her cheek and chin, he ravaged her mouth with his as he dropped his arm from around her waist.

A low growl rolling in his throat, he squeezed her breast then slid his finger tips down over her rib cage and along her thighs to jerk her skirt up to her waist. A hard yank ripped her panty hose off her stomach. As the flap of nylon sagged, he slipped his hand beneath her silk panties and cupped her moist pussy. Heat branded her ass as he cupped her butt with his other hand to hold her still.

Whimpering, she ground herself against his stroking fingers. Slowly he caressed her clit, swirled his fingers around it, then rubbed again harder.

Gasping, Meredythe pulled her mouth from his, spread her legs further apart, and threw back her head.

“Yes,” she hissed. Lord but his fingers were magic.

“That’s it. Open yourself to me.”

He pinched her clit. His voice was a low growl. “You are mine.” Then, as he started to slide a single finger inside of her, he leaned forward, slid his tongue and teeth along her jaw to her neck, and nipped her – hard.

Immersed in the sensuality he’d wrapped around her, Meredythe simply moaned affirmatively and ground cunt against his hand. So close... She was so close to coming.

Then, a single, sharp pain shattered the sensual haze surrounding her.

Wrenching her eyes open, she froze in his arms. What was she doing! A complete stranger had her clothing half off and his fingers in her cunt. What was wrong with her? No man other had ever been able to silence her own sense of self before. This one, though, this stranger – she was putty in his hands, passionate putty. Deep in her soul, she knew he could make her do anything he wanted. It frightened her more than anything else ever had.

Fear of her passionate reaction to the stranger galvanized Meredythe and provided her with the strength to jerk out of his arms and fall against the table behind her. Gripping the edge to keep from falling, she sucked in great gasps of air. Trembling—eyes wide—she stared at him. He was a complete stranger, and she was ready to let him fuck her! What was wrong with her?

Silver eyes glistening with flecks of gold, he smiled ferally, lifted the fingers that had been playing in her pussy to his mouth, and sucked on them. Then, nostrils flaring slightly, he slid his fingers from his mouth and held out his hand.

As Meredythe stared at his hand, a moaning sob stuck in her throat. All she had to do was take his hand and give herself over to him to experience passion such as she’d never dreamed existed – passion that would draw her soul from her body and return it altered beyond recognition.

She wrenched her gaze from his hand to his body.

His legs were braced apart, and he made no attempt to hide the huge bulge rising in the front of his jeans.

Her gaze flew to his face.

“Come with me! Now!” he commanded in a low voice, his flinty eyes blazing with a passion she’d never dreamed existed, a passion that now terrified her.

Her body swayed forward.

Her mind rebelled.

Gritting her teeth, she swallowed her sob and yanked her skirt down over her thighs. No! She would not give up her self. There wasn’t a man alive who could be trusted that much.

His terse, arrogant command fanned the flames of her passion—and anger. Gathering her strength, without thought for the consequences, she stiffened her spine and slapped his face - hard. As the sharp crack reverberated around the room, his head snapped to the left and his cheek flushed bright crimson under his dark whiskers. While he stood frozen with shock, she scrambled around to the other side of the table.

Eyes now glowing golden, he braced his hands on the table.

“Touch me and I’ll scream this building down.”

“No you won’t,” he growled. Leaning towards her, he said, “You want me as much as I want you. I can smell the desire for sex on you. I tasted your cum. You’re slick and wet, ready for me. You want my cock buried in your cunt so far you can’t tell where I end and you begin.”

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Excerpt:

She stared into his appraising eyes, struggling for air. Her fingers scratched at the linen tablecloth until she bunched it in her hands. Her breasts heaved as she fought to breathe and not attract attention. A fine sheen of perspiration glistened on her brow. She couldn’t do it anymore. She couldn’t forestall her body’s need.

When the orgasm hit her, her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip. Her eyes slammed shut as she fought to sit still. Over and over the hot contractions ripped through her womb, igniting a hot path to her breasts. She continued to come hard, her clit throbbing against the wild vibrations, the blood pounding in her ears. Her knees spread wider and it was all she could do not to reach down and cup her wet and dripping pussy. God, the desire for something thick and hard inside her burgeoned higher. She clung mindlessly to the fact that she had to remain mute no matter how loudly she wanted to moan. She couldn’t give herself away to the many patrons around them. Her body reeled with sensual pleasure, heightened by the fact that Sandy controlled each of the pulses.

Finally…finally it was over.

She couldn’t open her eyes. Her brain spun and her body thrummed from the release. She could only suck in deep breathes to clear her head and slow her heart rate.

Sandy had watched Mel in the throes of her orgasm, his cock hard and leaking. The sight of her parted lips as she’d panted hard, the glazed look in her eyes as her nails clawed the table, the sweet tension of her body. It had set him on fire.

The gut level reaction he’d experienced made his heart rap crazily beneath his breastbone and at the moment he wanted to toss her onto the table, yank her legs wide and bury himself inside her hot cunt. But he needed her reaction. He needed to stay focused on the reason they were here and not the fact that he’d never been so turned on in his life. That little detail stunned him. Here he’d thought he would be an interested and observing bystander this weekend, jotting down notes and reactions like a senseless robot. Fat chance.

“Mel?”

Her heart still thudded when she finally glanced up.

“Want to take the panties off now?”

A slow smile turned up the corners of her mouth. “Not on your life.”

He chuckled. “At the risk of ruining the ‘moment’ for you, I need your reaction.”

She snorted, wondering if her clit would ever feel normal again. “My reaction?” She took a deep breath, picked up her wine and downed it completely. “I’m not going to be electrocuted, am I?”

“I’m not following you.”

“You, the toymaker who has come up with the perfect pair of underwear and you’re not following me? I don’t know if it’s the wine or if I just don’t give a damn what I say because I feel so damn warm and tingly. Sandy, I’m wet—like dripping wet. I just sat here at the table and experienced one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. And if I continue to stay wet, I just might be electrocuted.”

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