Alyssa Brooks - Power Outage

Trapped

“Well, thank goodness,” she murmured to herself, glad she wouldn’t have to fire her realtor. She was far too attracted to the tall, blond Viking for her own good, hence her willingness to allow him to drag her from house to house that didn’t even come close to meeting her guidelines.

He was a terrible realtor, but an expert flirt. Of course, she’d never actually follow through with her attraction. She didn’t have time for men. Her career was her life, which was why she was hoping to purchase a home she could relax in after a long week.

Ethan had said charming and for once, he had hadn’t embellished. Madison stared through the night at the quaint beach house of freshly painted white clapboard, trimmed with yellow shutters. A porch wrapped completely around the two-story home, the perfect spot for watching waves crash on the shore.

If the insides looked as good as the outside, she was sold. If only she could negotiate Ethan into the deal.

Where was he anyway? She saw his Expedition nowhere. They’d agreed to meet at eight-thirty, but she’d been detained at a business dinner, and it was now almost nine.

Slamming the door to her BMW shut, she walked up the front steps to the front door. Surprisingly, it hung ajar. Since there was a lockbox on the knob and the lights were on, she knew Ethan had to be here. Perhaps his vehicle was around back.

She let herself in. Instantly, she knew the home was perfect in every way, from the recently polished hardwood floors to the sunny atmosphere.

“Ethan,” she called out, for once more engrossed in the house than the thought of checking out his well-muscled male form that should belong to a wrestler, not a realtor.

Exploring, she walked from room to room, then upstairs. She checked out each of the two bedrooms, impressed, but not finding her hot realtor anywhere about. “Ethan?”

Wam! The door downstairs slammed and she practically jumped from her skin. A shiver coursed her spine as she listened to the distinct sound the deadbolt being locked.

Oh shit. What, no who, was that? And why were they locking up?

She pressed her back against the bedroom wall, promising herself it had to be Ethan. Of course it was.

A moment later, the lights flickered out and heavy footsteps started up the stairs, trapping her in place.

Oh shit. That could not be Ethan.

All the furniture was still present, maybe the person closing in was whoever owned the home. That made perfect sense.

But what if it wasn’t?

Not knowing what to do, she held her place. The door to the bedroom squeaked open, a dark shadow entering.

Adrenaline rushed through her body, pumping blood to her heart as the dark form advanced on her. She opened her mouth to scream, but his hand clamped down over it.

“You’ve been devouring me with your eyes for weeks, but dancing around my advances like I’m the plague. You like to fantasize, but you never live. ”

Instantly, she recognized his deep, smooth voice. “Ethan?”

What the hell was he doing? The jerk had scared her to death. Talk about unprofessional!

Not sure what to think, Madison stiffened, instantly turned on by the closeness of his body. The adrenaline pumping through her veins transformed into desire and heat pooled in her lower regions.

Slowly, he slid his hand from her mouth, sliding his palm over her chin, then her neck. He pressed his hard, masculine body to hers. Pushing her knee length skirt around her hips, he hooked his fingers into her underwear and pantyhose, yanking them down. Once again, he smashed his body to hers and his long, aroused cock lay against her bare upper thigh, tantalizing her.

“You work too much, play too little,” he whispered, gently thrusting his steel shaft against her pussy, creating friction through the fabric. “I knew I’d never seduce you unless I trapped you.”

“Is that a fact?” She gulped, her body insisting she yield to his seductive intentions, her mind demanding she decline. “You should stop.”

“Not a chance. You’re trapped.” He stroked a gentle thumb over the corded muscles of her neck, following the path he made with hungry kisses that suckled and bit at her skin. “Don’t think I showed you all those crappy homes because I thought you’d like them. I was getting to know you…and I know you want me to possess you.”

She clenched her jaw as he cupped her breasts and massaged their weight in his palms. Sensation exploded from the tightening buds, dancing over her skin. Blood rushed to her sexual organs.

Passionate need commanded her actions as she ripped at the fastening of his trousers. “Why not ask me out to dinner?”

Not that she cared, but now that she was over the initial shock of being scared out of her wits, she was beginning to think he was more than a hottie…perhaps he was just her kind of man. She didn’t care for nice guys who liked to stay after sex, to cuddle or talk commitment, and make plans to interrupt her life. She liked her guys hot and fast and gone by the morning.

“The only thing I want to eat is you,” he growled as she grasped his cock, pulling it free.

She encircled the shaft with her fingers, stroking its steel length.

“I might have said yes.”

He chuckled. “You wouldn’t say yes even now.”

“You’re right.”

“Did I scare you?”

“Yes.”

He grabbed her by her hips, slamming her ass against the wall as he lifted her. She squealed in anticipation and wrapped her legs around his torso. Rotating her pelvis so her sex rubbed his, she delighted in the thought of being thoroughly fucked by a dominant man. It had been so long, too long, since her pussy had been filled by the hard flesh of a real man.

“Your heart is racing with excitement? Your skin is tingling?” His words were rough as sandpaper as he squeezed her ass cheeks, spreading her bottom, and exposing it to cool air.

“Yes!” she cried out as he drove into her with one thrust, filling her sex with his impressive size. She stretched accommodate him, her hips bucking instinctively.

“Hell, yes!”

They crashed together in a fury, their bodies gyrating and pulsing against each other. She clamped down on his neck with her teeth, deeply suckling the skin, and quickly losing control of their fucking.

He rammed inside of her, thumping her back against the wall, plunging so deep and fast she could do nothing but take it. Kneading her ass, he forced her body higher and higher, his nether head rubbing her g-spot in quick rhythm.

Madison held onto him for dear life, driven wild with pleasure from the intense way he fucked her. Fire burned in her womb, her vaginal muscles constricting with ecstasy until they could tighten no further, driving her into a series of spiraling convulsions as her body released a mind-blowing orgasm.

She dug her fingernails into his back as she climaxed. He pumped deeply into her one final time, his seed gushing into her tunnel to mingle with her creamy desire.

He stilled, his cock flexing within the confines of her body, and she collapsed against him. “You are indeed the best realtor I’ve ever dealt with.”

He planted a gentle kiss to he forehead. “Mmmm…does that mean--”

Madison stifled a groan. This was the part she hated. “Don’t tell me you’re going to ask me on a date now?”

“No.” He continued to plant kisses over her face, down her nose, to her lips, his sex becoming steel once again. “I was going to ask you to view another property.”

Madison smiled, relaxing in his arms. This house was great, but not that great.

“I’m might be house hunting for a very long time,” she murmured, kissing him back, her hips pulsing in invitation.


		Back to Extras Trapped “Well, thank goodness,” she murmured to herself, glad she wouldn’t have to fire her realtor. She was far too attracted to the tall, blond Viking for her own good, hence her willingness to allow him to drag her from house to house that didn’t even come close to meeting her guidelines. He was a terrible realtor, but an expert flirt. Of course, she’d never actually follow through with her attraction. She didn’t have time for men. Her career was her life, which was why she was hoping to purchase a home she could relax in after a long week. Ethan had said charming and for once, he had hadn’t embellished. Madison stared through the night at the quaint beach house of freshly painted white clapboard, trimmed with yellow shutters. A porch wrapped completely around the two-story home, the perfect spot for watching waves crash on the shore. If the insides looked as good as the outside, she was sold. If only she could negotiate Ethan into the deal. Where was he anyway? She saw his Expedition nowhere. They’d agreed to meet at eight-thirty, but she’d been detained at a business dinner, and it was now almost nine. Slamming the door to her BMW shut, she walked up the front steps to the front door. Surprisingly, it hung ajar. Since there was a lockbox on the knob and the lights were on, she knew Ethan had to be here. Perhaps his vehicle was around back. She let herself in. Instantly, she knew the home was perfect in every way, from the recently polished hardwood floors to the sunny atmosphere. “Ethan,” she called out, for once more engrossed in the house than the thought of checking out his well-muscled male form that should belong to a wrestler, not a realtor. Exploring, she walked from room to room, then upstairs. She checked out each of the two bedrooms, impressed, but not finding her hot realtor anywhere about. “Ethan?” Wam! The door downstairs slammed and she practically jumped from her skin. A shiver coursed her spine as she listened to the distinct sound the deadbolt being locked. Oh shit. What, no who, was that? And why were they locking up? She pressed her back against the bedroom wall, promising herself it had to be Ethan. Of course it was. A moment later, the lights flickered out and heavy footsteps started up the stairs, trapping her in place. Oh shit. That could not be Ethan. All the furniture was still present, maybe the person closing in was whoever owned the home. That made perfect sense. But what if it wasn’t? Not knowing what to do, she held her place. The door to the bedroom squeaked open, a dark shadow entering. Adrenaline rushed through her body, pumping blood to her heart as the dark form advanced on her. She opened her mouth to scream, but his hand clamped down over it. “You’ve been devouring me with your eyes for weeks, but dancing around my advances like I’m the plague. You like to fantasize, but you never live. ” Instantly, she recognized his deep, smooth voice. “Ethan?” What the hell was he doing? The jerk had scared her to death. Talk about unprofessional! Not sure what to think, Madison stiffened, instantly turned on by the closeness of his body. The adrenaline pumping through her veins transformed into desire and heat pooled in her lower regions. Slowly, he slid his hand from her mouth, sliding his palm over her chin, then her neck. He pressed his hard, masculine body to hers. Pushing her knee length skirt around her hips, he hooked his fingers into her underwear and pantyhose, yanking them down. Once again, he smashed his body to hers and his long, aroused cock lay against her bare upper thigh, tantalizing her. “You work too much, play too little,” he whispered, gently thrusting his steel shaft against her pussy, creating friction through the fabric. “I knew I’d never seduce you unless I trapped you.” “Is that a fact?” She gulped, her body insisting she yield to his seductive intentions, her mind demanding she decline. “You should stop.” “Not a chance. You’re trapped.” He stroked a gentle thumb over the corded muscles of her neck, following the path he made with hungry kisses that suckled and bit at her skin. “Don’t think I showed you all those crappy homes because I thought you’d like them. I was getting to know you…and I know you want me to possess you.” She clenched her jaw as he cupped her breasts and massaged their weight in his palms. Sensation exploded from the tightening buds, dancing over her skin. Blood rushed to her sexual organs. Passionate need commanded her actions as she ripped at the fastening of his trousers. “Why not ask me out to dinner?” Not that she cared, but now that she was over the initial shock of being scared out of her wits, she was beginning to think he was more than a hottie…perhaps he was just her kind of man. She didn’t care for nice guys who liked to stay after sex, to cuddle or talk commitment, and make plans to interrupt her life. She liked her guys hot and fast and gone by the morning. “The only thing I want to eat is you,” he growled as she grasped his cock, pulling it free. She encircled the shaft with her fingers, stroking its steel length. “I might have said yes.” He chuckled. “You wouldn’t say yes even now.” “You’re right.” “Did I scare you?” “Yes.” He grabbed her by her hips, slamming her ass against the wall as he lifted her. She squealed in anticipation and wrapped her legs around his torso. Rotating her pelvis so her sex rubbed his, she delighted in the thought of being thoroughly fucked by a dominant man. It had been so long, too long, since her pussy had been filled by the hard flesh of a real man. “Your heart is racing with excitement? Your skin is tingling?” His words were rough as sandpaper as he squeezed her ass cheeks, spreading her bottom, and exposing it to cool air. “Yes!” she cried out as he drove into her with one thrust, filling her sex with his impressive size. She stretched accommodate him, her hips bucking instinctively. “Hell, yes!” They crashed together in a fury, their bodies gyrating and pulsing against each other. She clamped down on his neck with her teeth, deeply suckling the skin, and quickly losing control of their fucking. He rammed inside of her, thumping her back against the wall, plunging so deep and fast she could do nothing but take it. Kneading her ass, he forced her body higher and higher, his nether head rubbing her g-spot in quick rhythm. Madison held onto him for dear life, driven wild with pleasure from the intense way he fucked her. Fire burned in her womb, her vaginal muscles constricting with ecstasy until they could tighten no further, driving her into a series of spiraling convulsions as her body released a mind-blowing orgasm. She dug her fingernails into his back as she climaxed. He pumped deeply into her one final time, his seed gushing into her tunnel to mingle with her creamy desire. He stilled, his cock flexing within the confines of her body, and she collapsed against him. “You are indeed the best realtor I’ve ever dealt with.” He planted a gentle kiss to he forehead. “Mmmm…does that mean--” Madison stifled a groan. This was the part she hated. “Don’t tell me you’re going to ask me on a date now?” “No.” He continued to plant kisses over her face, down her nose, to her lips, his sex becoming steel once again. “I was going to ask you to view another property.” Madison smiled, relaxing in his arms. This house was great, but not that great. “I’m might be house hunting for a very long time,” she murmured, kissing him back, her hips pulsing in invitation. Website Design by Crocodesigns \|\| © Copyright 2006 Alyssa Brooks. All rights reserved.