His Secret Desire (A Threesome Erotic Romance Short)

By Mason Lee

Andrew had never let himself go this far before in following his secret desire, but once he finds the girl of his dreams sitting on his lap, how can he refuse?

However, he knows that getting caught by his wife means consequences. What he doesn't know is just how spicy and sexy those consequences can be...!

Warning: This story contains hot and heavy action, spicy descriptions, m/m, f/m, everything in between, and steamy, sultry times. Read at your own risk...or delight!

Praise for Mason Lee:
"Very spicy read. Would make a great movie. Quick read but was juicy. Shows everyone has a little curiosity. Looking for volume 2"

"My first erotic book and I have to say it was really hot and I really enjoyed it! I recommend this short book!"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roja Publishing
• Release date: Jan 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781498995887

Mason Lee

Mason Lee is assistant professor of practical theology and director of contextual education at the Abilene Christian University Graduate School of Theology.

Book preview

It was far too late to feel guilty; that should have stopped him an hour ago. She was already sitting on his lap, grinding her hips back and forth against him. She looked him in the eye and the heat was palpable. He held her by the shoulders, trying to draw her near enough to kiss those impossibly full lips.

Her long, blond hair swung over her left shoulder, cascading in waves that touched his arm, and she whispered in his ear, If you want to do that, baby, it will cost extra, and she moved back to an upright position where her lips were not too close for comfort.

How much? he shouted over the bass that thumped all around them.

She shimmied forward once more, her lips almost touching his ear and her breath and her closeness was making it possible to ignore the shame; he was far too hard to let it stop him at this point.

Three hundred, baby, she spoke low in his ear, and you'll have the time of your life.

She sat back and let him drink her in; her lips, her small, perfect breasts that were off limits in this room and all of the wonders that he imagined lie under the black thong that was pressed firmly against the pleats of his suit pants.

He reached for his wallet. If anything was going to cause him to reflect, it should be this: paying the stripper for an hour of her time, knowing he would never last that long. His hand trembled for a moment, wishing it were possible to get up and walk away; at least then he'd be able to face himself in the morning.

Instead he slid the bills in her open palm and she held his hand as they walked behind the curtains to a room in the back. Behind a second set of drapes there was a bed covered in a worn, hot pink bedspread. He sat on the bed and stared until she spoke.

What would you like to do, baby? She walked to the foot of the bed slowly, her heels clicking, her hips moving in perfect time to his heartbeat.

He pulled her gently to the mattress and finally found her round, pink lips and nibbled on one and then the other until she sighed and opened her mouth and traced her tongue along his lips until he sucked her in and tasted her. Tongues swirling, her mouth tasted of peppermint and it made him wonder how sweet she might be elsewhere.

She lifted up to pull the pasties off her nipples and he groaned and found her bare flesh with his lips immediately. Her sweet, girlish breasts, firm and perfectly round, had initially driven him to the point of requesting a lap dance. He had imagined running his tongue along the underneath curve of each, nibbling them softly until she trembled and asked for more.

He suckled one large, erect nipple into his mouth. She tasted of perfume and sweat and her little moans were pushing him over the edge. He reached down with one hand, never taking his mouth off of her. He quickly unzipped and unbuckled and flipped his erection out of his underwear. He got on top of her to touch the dripping head of his cock to her tiny panties and rub himself against her there and for some reason, even if she were bought and paid for, he wanted for her to ask for it.

She was raising her hips and suddenly the small triangle of fabric between them seemed to be entirely too much clothes. His tongue trailed down the bottom of her breasts, to her stomach, to her hip bones, to the warm valley between them and her pelvis. He slid his thumbs under the strings that connected the front and back and started to pull them down. She grabbed his wrist tightly, Baby, yes please, you feel so good.

He took that for her needing it as much as he did. He couldn't talk; the thought of having her naked made it impossible to form words. He grunted and finished pulling the damp panties down, letting them slide past her knees.

Her bare mound matched her tiny breasts and made him ache as well as feel horribly guilty that he was lying here between her legs and she was someone's beautiful little girl. When he reached his hand down to untuck her long, hard cock and her pink balls that been pushed up into her crack, he forgot her age or anything else except for how badly he wanted every inch of her in his mouth. He ran his tongue over the head, shimmering with her saltiness and heard her let out a long, deep sigh.

He wanted to stuff every inch into his mouth and gobble her down, feeling her thick dick bruising the back of his throat, but he waited, seducing her instead. Running his tongue from the base of her shaft, all the way to the tip, he would look up to see her eyes closed and her mouth open in ecstasy before moving to repeat it. When he couldn't wait another moment, he worked the first three inches into his mouth. He gently held her between his lips and thrashed his tongue all over her, slathering the head of her cock with his wet tongue. She started to cry out and he pushed his head down further on her erection.

He finally took her all the way in, his lips wrapped around the bottom of her cock, his head moving to the rhythm she had started with her hips when she sat in his lap. He rocked her slowly back and forth, in and out of his mouth, licking every inch and inhaling her scent. He only pulled his mouth off of her beautiful penis to run his tongue under and around her balls. He heard the girl moan and felt her thighs quiver and he returned his open mouth to the original position to bob up and down on her, his lips tighter around her this time.

She pulsed and he pushed his mouth to the bottom, tasting her spurts of gooey sweetness in his throat. Her soft little hands were in his hair as she cried and shook under him.

His own cock shuddered and he knew he was so close. Swallowing every drop of her, licking his bottom lip to suck up the last bit of wetness, he couldn't stop now. Roll over, he begged her.

She did and her perfect ass bounced when she turned. He ran his hands down her soft, heart-shaped cheeks and then spread them apart to have access to her little, pink button asshole. He ran his tongue across her rosebud and she automatically parted her legs so that he would have deeper access. He delved inside, tasting her there, pushing his tongue in deeper to lick every crevice. The girl moved up to meet him and every inch of her was sweet and musky. Fucking her gently with his tongue, he moved his right hand down to his own desperately hard cock that jolted, ready to explode. He masturbated while he licked her sweet ass, his dick responded as he imagined her turning him over and filling his own needy hole with her perfect cock.

He came hard, in gasping waves, all over his hand, her slender calves and the blanket beneath them.

Baby, that was so good, she murmured as she turned over to her back. I hope I see you again.

He was tucking himself in and clearing his head, remembering that the return home was imminent. He would have to stop and wash his face and hands of her juices and her glitter. I'd love to see you again, he answered truthfully, but not here.

She was tucking herself as well and wiggling her hips back into the thong. She had grabbed something from the nightstand and was scribbling on a piece of paper. She handed him the piece of paper, but not before warning him in a serious tone, If my boss finds out I gave you my number, I'll be in serious trouble. I need this job.

He took the scrap and tucked it into his shirt pocket before holding her hand to his lips for a moment and telling her, Don't worry, I'll never tell a soul.

*****

He didn't intend for it to be a lie. If it had been up to him, he would have carried it to his grave. His wife was waiting, parked behind his car in the parking lot.

This is working late, Andrew? she screamed as she slammed the car door and ran to grab him by the shoulder.

He was stunned and still had the picture of the gorgeous girl in his mind; he almost didn't recognize Kaye. As soon as her voice and her mouth and her red cheeks collided in his brain, he realized that he was caught.

She pushed him up against the car and asked, Strippers? Why?

He didn't have anything else to say but I’m sorry I'm sorry, Kaye. I'm stupid.

She came close and smelled him, probably checking for liquor on his breath but she found something much, much worse.

You smell like a whorehouse, she spat at him, and you've got fucking glitter on your face. Did you fuck one of these whores?

He thought of denying the whole thing but with the girl's cum and the taste of her ass still coating his tongue, he didn't know how he could. Not exactly, he started.

What the fuck does that mean, Andrew? Not exactly? Did she give you a blow job? Because your face smells like cum, so I know something happened. She was not one to be easily fooled, even when he was in full control of his faculties. In this altered situation, he was completely overwhelmed.

I...I didn't get a blow job, he stammered, I gave one.

She pinned him with both hands now and asked quietly, "You went