**Hiya folks,**
Here’s another Flash Erotica story for you. Hope you enjoy!
***xo, Claire***
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“Your family is, like, stupidly rich.”
I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder. “I know. It’s awkward.”
The Mediterranean sea breeze carries his laugh down the coastline. We cuddle on the porch swing, sheltered from the summer sun by an ancient oak tree. Across the lawn, my parents lounge on the veranda, laughing and drinking mojitos with their entourage of friends.
It really is a beautiful day. It’s not so hot that we sweat through our white linen clothes. Our skin doesn’t stick together from the humidity. We can just be together and watch the clouds pass by.
I met him three days ago. At the behest of my mother, I answered the front door of our villa. Draped in her Hermés caftan, she greeted him with an alarmingly big hug, during which he awkwardly smiled at me. We had barely stepped into the house when my mother announced he was single. My cheeks flushed with annoyance, and my temper grew hotter as she extolled his accomplishments. Then she leaned to my ear and drunkenly whispered, “But darling, I have to tell you. He’s not perfect. He’s five years younger than you, and he’s”—she scrunched her nose—”*self-made*, but you can’t be too picky at your age!” After hissing that I was only 30 and she was an elitist bitch, I stomped away to the garden.
I was still fuming when he found me on a bench at the edge of the property. I complained that I hated my mother’s schemes, how she’d been trying to manipulate me my entire life, and how she made me feel like shit without even knowing it. Then I pointed a finger at him. I chastised him for playing along with her desperate plot to marry me off before I was branded as some antiquated spinster and uninvited from high society events.
He defensively raised his hands. “I didn’t come here to get down on one knee. Your mom invited me, and I accepted because…” He bashfully put his hands in his pockets. “I admire you. I know about your charity work, so when your mom said you’d be here for a couple of weeks, I thought I’d take a chance. I wanted to get to know you. As a person.”
Needless to say, I was mortified that I had acted like such a child. But he didn’t shame me or storm away. Instead, he outstretched his hand and asked if we could start over.
To my surprise, we’ve been essentially inseparable ever since. He told me about his business and I told him about my philanthropy. We talked about our exceedingly different childhoods, which made me realize that I’m exceedingly more bitter than he is, even though I was given everything. I gave him advice about how to navigate through the politics and absurdities of the one percent.
And now we’re here, relaxing in each other’s arms like we’ve been doing it for a decade.
He says quietly, “I don’t feel awkward around you. I feel like I can be honest with you.”
I raise up my head from his shoulder. The breeze gently blows through his hair while he gazes at the sea, looking as peaceful as I feel. When he peeks over at me, we both shyly smile and look away.
I have to clear my throat to reclaim my confidence. I whisper, “Me too.”
Our eyes meet again, and then they drift to our lips. Then I drift toward him. I side my hand up his shirt while I lean closer, little by little until we kiss.
It’s a gentle kiss, but it thrills me to the bone. I smile and scooch closer to him. He smiles and accepts more of my affection, but he clarifies his intentions. “I promise”—he asserts while I peck his cheek—”I didn’t come here to seduce you.” I wander to his jaw. “I thought your mom might have invited me to set us up, but”—his head falls back when I kiss his neck—”I never planned to force anything to happen.”
I reassure him from his collarbone, “You haven’t forced anything.”
Neither of us needs any more convincing to find somewhere private. After sneaking past my parents and their friends and avoiding the staff, we slip into my bedroom. The sea breeze greets us as it wafts through the Juliet balcony. I laugh with newly found joy, but then it echoes.
I clamp my hands over my mouth. An unfortunate consequence of expansive rooms and excessive amounts of marble is that sound travels. All the way to the veranda. My mother hushes her guests, and I stubbornly hold my breath. I’m not going to give her the satisfaction of knowing her meddling paid off. At least not yet.
He gently closes the double doors to the hallway and then removes his sandals. Slowly, we tiptoe toward each other. We carefully remove each piece of clothing, but I’m so giddy that I have to bite my lip. My excitement overflows once we’re both naked. Like a fair maiden, I run to him, and soon he catches me in his arms like a noble prince. Compared to the actual princes I’ve slept with, he’s already performing better than them. While he kisses me in that thrillingly gentle way, his hands explore my body. They play with my nipples. Then they slide down my back and cup my round bottom. He deeply inhales while he squeezes my buttocks and presses his erection against my pulsing sex.
He whispers, “I love your body.”
Flattered, I lean in to bite his ear, but instead he begins to kneel. Dry heat flushes my chest when he kisses between my breasts. He slowly kisses down my belly. My clit tenses harder after each peck from his soft lips, and I’m nearly shaking when he settles onto one knee. He places his hands on my hips and then rests his forehead on my belly.
I mischievously smile. “I thought you didn’t come here to get down on one knee.”
When he laughs, his breath rushes across my clit. I gasp as it tingles with longing, and my hips reflexively tilt toward his mouth. He kisses my mound and then lifts my leg. Slowly, he lifts my leg higher and kisses me nearer to my sex. He inches his lips toward my pulsing womanhood, and I grow impatient.
I comb my fingers into his hair and desperately whisper, “*Please*.”
He hooks my leg over his shoulder and dives in.
The tip of his tongue finds the swollen nub of my clitoris. He gently flicks it, and deliciously sharp sensations shoot through my body. My fingers tingle while he gracefully licks and sucks. His tongue follows my flowing folds and explores my soft skin with thorough attention. Although he seems content between my legs, my body is tense with longing.
Panting, I whisper, “*Oh my god*.”
He doesn’t smile or hum with pride. Instead, he quietly nuzzles father between my legs and pleasures me with excited, tender strokes. I’m on fire. My sex screams for more. My fingers grip his hair and my legs tremble around him. He’s calm while I’m falling apart, and that makes me want him even more. When he twirls his tongue around my entrance, my body shocks into a trembling orgasm. I hold my cry in my throat.
With shaking legs, I clumsily guide him onto the bed. My body rages with distracting heat, but I manage to pull a plastic bottle from one of my bedside tables. I squeeze the bottle’s viscous contents into my hand.
I toss the bottle to the end of the bed with a lust-drunk smirk. I whisper, “Have you ever used lube before?”
Sitting cross-legged in front of me, he shakes his head, which makes it even more rewarding when I slide my gooey hand over his dick.
He gasps and his abdomen tenses. His breath heavies as I glide my hand up and down his shaft. I smile a little evilly while I cover all of his dick with the lube. With each stroke, he pants harder and loses more strength to sit upright. I crawl toward him while he slowly falls back onto the bed. Once his weary head lands on my plush sheets, I kiss him.
I stroke him more sensually and kiss him more deeply, which labors his already heavy breath. He struggles to keep his lips on mine, but I don’t stop. I only give him a second to catch his breath before I kiss him again to tell him how much I love pleasing him.
But I only have a moment to enjoy my success. He glides his hand around his shaft and slips his gooey fingers between my labia. Now I’m the one gasping and heaving for breath. His firm fingers spread the thick lubricant along my hypersensitive folds. They sloppily coat all of my sex and even my inner thighs. I want to shout out, but staying quiet is so much more arousing.
I can’t take it. I need more. I swing my leg over him and slide him inside.
I fall onto his stomach and nearly choke from the feeling of him filling me. Instinctively, my hips rock to glide him in and out. The lube almost tickles. Somehow, I prop myself up on my elbows and start twerking around his dick. My head hangs over his. My hair dangles around us and cocoons our heavy breaths. His arms hold my waist to him. And I indulgently twerk. I had no idea I could twerk, but my hips bounce up and down the tip of his dick and my skin flares with even more heat. When I open my eyes, his lock onto mine. That’s all I need to jerk into the most intense orgasm that I’ve ever experienced. None of the blue bloods have made me feel this way. While my orgasm ripples up and down my body, he shudders as he comes. Finally, I collapse, and he holds me until all we feel is the sea breeze on our naked skin.
I sigh, blissfully spent. “Do you want to be secret lovers for a little while?”
He smiles. “I’ll be whatever you want us to be.”
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**Thanks for reading!**
You can follow me here on Reddit for (semi-)regular posts. (I have a full-time job.) I write what I call “flash erotica.” They’re quick and dirty stories for when you only have about 5 minutes free to read.
* If you’d like, you can check out the [other flash erotica stories](https://www.reddit.com/user/clairecupperotica/posts/) I’ve posted on Reddit.
* If you have 10-15 minutes for some real hot schtuff, you can read [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f8knk1/meet_ren%C3%A9e_public_sex_oral_vaginal_forbidden_love/).
**I got somethin’ else for ya.**
I’m writing an erotic romance novel. Well, maybe it’ll be a novel. I’ve never written one before, so I’m not 100% sure how this thing will turn out. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I’ll post new chapters here on [Reddit](https://www.reddit.com/user/clairecupperotica/comments/fpzmqx/420_high_street_chapter_log/) and [Wattpad](https://www.wattpad.com/story/215282075-420-high-street-sex-drugs-and-secrets). Feel free to follow along if you’d like.
**Story Blurb**
*For the uninitiated, 420 High Street (aka “420”) is exactly what you would expect: a marijuana dispensary. But an exclusive group of clients knows its secret: it’s also 420 Dark, New York City’s premier bordello.*
*As the sole proprietor of 420, Molly Dodd is technically responsible for both businesses. However, the bordello is her passion. While she plays madame in the basement, sweetheart Ryan manages the shop. He doesn’t know about 420 Dark, and she intends to keep it that way.*
*Until one night when she’s approached by a dangerous ex-lover. He threatens to ruin her businesses if she doesn’t give him what he wants. While she tries to save her livelihood, Molly’s secrets seep upstairs and change her relationship with Ryan forever.*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fqqag5/hes_never_used_lube_before_romantic_slow_burn