Quick and Wild: Ten Short Erotic Stories

By Cynthia Plume, Erin Broich, Guy New York and 7 more

From steamy epic fantasy, to smoking underground clubs, to hot historical fiction and everything in between, Quick and Wild is an erotica anthology with a little something for everyone. Ten stories of pure heat. Get in touch with your wild side.

Stories include: "The Museum Job" by Guy New York; excerpts from Crossing the Aisle by Ada Stone; "The Secret Garden" by Jack Stratton; "Suck" by Gia Tudoran; "Cherry" by Cynthia Plume; excerpts from Grayflame by Justin Chasteen; excerpts from Eternity Is Not Enough by Erin Broich; "Elvetham House" by Marie James; excerpts from High as Hope by Imogen Markwell-Tweed; and "Lemon Croissants" by Ariana Kell.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bryant Street Shorts
• Release date: Nov 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9781094414775

Cynthia Plume

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The Museum Job

>from The Thieving Threesome by Guy New York

You look beautiful, Raul said, leaning in and kissing our girlfriend on the cheek so as not to ruin her lipstick before turning to me. You look handsome as well, but I do wish you’d let me pick your suits in the future. You look so drab. I mean, black is very New York, but come on! What’s wrong with a little color now and then?

He patted me on the face, and I stuck out my tongue at him. We all knew if he chose my suits, I’d be dressed in burgundy checks with a tie that you could see from space. He had impeccable taste, but that didn’t mean I could pull it off. Sometimes you have to stay in your wheelhouse, and in my case, that’s a simple tuxedo.

At least I was wearing a real bow tie. I am, after all, a gentleman, not a complete scoundrel.

You both look gorgeous, Liza said, taking our hands as we stood at the bottom of the steps. And tonight is going to be fun. We’ll have some Champagne; we’ll flirt with pretty strangers; we’ll steal a mummy.

We’ll fuck in Bowie’s bed.

Raul, how many times have I told you? Liza asked, squeezing his hand. Only if we have time.

Peter, will you make sure we have time? Come on; I know you’re both dying to do it as well. And we’ll never get another chance!

I’ll do my best, I said as we ascended the steps of the museum, the camera flashes catching us as we sauntered our way into the gala. We were nowhere near the most glamorous people in attendance, but when it came to triads, we were the most obvious.

Which is just how we like it.

The gala was as beautiful as you might expect. The guests were decked out in their finest clothes; the drinks were delicious, strong, and unending; and even the passed hors d’oeuvres were tasty. It took place in the Renaissance wing, which meant we were surrounded by million-dollar paintings by the masters, something that made our mouths water as much as the oysters.

But of course, we weren’t there to eat and drink… well, not only to eat and drink. We had a plan — it was Liza’s this time around — and we were going to stick to it. And if we got a chance to fuck in Bowie’s bed, all the better. It wasn’t an essential part of our plan (unless you asked Raul), but it was an enticing one. Sure, stealing a mummy is all fun and games, but you need to spice things up to enjoy life.

Can we get this over with so we can do the fun part? Raul asked impatiently as he sipped his third cocktail. I’m so bored already. I’ve already made fun of all the bad outfits in my head, and there’s nothing interesting going on.

I thought the stealing was the fun part, Liza said, making an unreadable face. Her sexual appetite was as voracious as ours, if not more — hence the two boyfriends — but she did love her work as well. Some days, it was hard to tell which she liked more.

We can’t just sneak out and wander around the museum without anyone noticing, I said, trying to be practical. I had only had two drinks, so clearly, I was the one in charge. Or at least, I should have been.

Fine. Follow me, Liza said with a sigh.

She picked up one last glass of bubbly from a passing waiter as we followed her toward the restrooms. We ducked into the family bathroom where Liza climbed onto the changing station, reached up into the ceiling, and pulled down a duffel bag. In about three minutes, all of us had changed into guard uniforms and stuffed our clothes back into the hiding spot.

She had thought this through; not that I doubted her, but she had been less than forthcoming about the job up until now. All Raul and I knew was that we were stealing a mummy. It was relatively small, a woman, and apparently priceless. After that was anyone’s guess.

Dressed as guards, we wandered the museum without any trouble. Liza navigated us through the maze of galleries until we found the Egyptian wing and paused for a moment to show the proper respect — after all, you can’t just walk into a place like that without appreciating its rich and deep history. She led us through the temple, around a corner, and then stopped at a locked door just on the other side. Both of us stepped out of the way as she waved in Raul.

It took him about ten seconds to pull out the keypad next to the door, twist a few wires around, short something out, and then put it all back together as the lock clicked open. He’s tried to explain the art of picking locks to me a hundred times, but I lack the brain capacity to understand it fully. And besides, it’s fucking hot as hell to watch him work.

Why would I ever want to ruin that?

Inside, the room was relatively dark, but Liza navigated us past some old boxes and crates and into a corner of the room where a metal panel was barely visible under a coat of paint that matched the rest of the room. Raul handed her a small electric screwdriver and, in quick order, she removed the panel, slid out the box hidden within, and then reattached the plate.

She must have done more than case this joint. If she didn’t have inside help, then I’m not a bisexual thieving drunk.

Okay, boys, I can do the next part on my own.

She pulled off her jacket, turned it inside out, and suddenly, she was dressed in a white lab coat with an identification card pinned to it, naming her a curator of Egyptian art. I was getting hard just watching her work, and it was clear that Raul was right behind me. When Liza was on, she was fucking on, and it was like listening to a symphony or watching a prize horse run the derby. It was perfection.

With our help, she lifted the box onto a handcart, adjusted her hair one last time, and told us she’d meet us at the Bowie exhibit in fifteen minutes. If she didn’t show up, we should enjoy ourselves and then meet her at Campbell Apartment for celebratory cocktails.

We nodded, now more excited than interested in the heist, and took off one way as she went the other. Both of us paused to watch her ass as she walked away, but then Raul took me by the hand as we ran through the museum to the new exhibit. We paused at the entrance, where I pulled out my phone, opened an app, and promptly shut down the motion detectors surrounding the bed.

Sure, I didn’t understand locks, but computers? We speak the same language.

Section Break

By the time I had my jacket off, Raul was on the bed, shirtless, and touching himself through his pants. He looked up at me with a hungry expression as I folded my clothes, and by the time I joined him on David Bowie’s duvet, he was down to his underwear and hard as a rock. I kissed him as we fell back, and for a moment, none of it felt real. We were half-naked on his bed, and it was unbelievable. But if I needed a moment to take it all in, Raul was fully prepared.

Shouldn’t we wait for Liza? I asked, taking him in my hand and slowly rubbing up and down his length.

"Papi, she’ll be here when she gets here. Right now, I want to feel those lips on my cock. Just let me close my eyes and call you David."

I laughed, but didn’t waste any more time. There’s little I love more in this world than my boyfriend’s cock, so I opened my mouth around him, gripped him firmly, and then took him down my throat. He moaned "Papi" one more time before laying back and closing his eyes as I began to suck on him and use my hands, just as he likes it.

Oh, David, I can’t believe we’re finally alone. I’m such a huge fan.

You’re ridiculous, I said, pausing to laugh at him.

Don’t ruin it! he said, pushing me back down.

I laughed inwardly as I continued to suck his cock, my dick now in my hand as I blew him. It wasn’t until he rolled me over to my back so he could fuck my throat that I realized we had company. In fact, it wasn’t until Liza climbed onto the bed, her cocktail dress around her waist as she lowered herself onto me, letting me fill her in one quick motion, that I knew anything at all.

I gasped at the familiar sensation, and when she leaned in to take over for me, I squawked in joy and delight. If there’s anything more beautiful than fucking the woman I love while she and I share the cock of our handsome boyfriend, I don’t know what it is. We went back and forth, taking him into our mouths and throats as she rubbed her clit and rode me with one intention.

After three years, our bodies were like instruments, and my god, did we know how to play them. When I reached a hand around to Raul’s ass and Liza clenched around my cock, we began the crescendo to the grand finale. I took him down my throat as I pushed a finger into him; she leaned back to watch as she frantically rubbed her pussy, and I thrust up into

Reviews for Quick and Wild

[Kelsey Laurent · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Loved this collection especially High As Hope by Imogen Markwell-Tweed!