Sunday, February 22, 2015

Molten Desire - Chapter Four



Chapter Four


 
By

Bernadette Gardner

 

Hot, wet female skin slid against Brad’s thighs. He sighed in contentment as steamy shower water cascaded between his chest and Paige’s back.

He filled his hands with her breasts and pulled her soap-slathered body against him, fitting his erection between the perfect globes of her ass.

She purred and bucked against him, and he licked drops of water from her shoulders and neck, still tasting the salt of the sweat they’d worked up on her couch and in her bed.

“How can you be up again?” she asked, bracing her palms on the cool pink tiles below the shower head.

Brad steadied her hips and inched his aching cock into her. Her heat ignited him, and the fire within raged. It took every ounce of strength he had not to lose control and melt the bathtub into a puddle of cast iron and enamel sludge.

This woman, who fit so well against him, was something out of a dream. She’d fallen from the sky like a gift from the gods, and no one needed to tell him how lucky he was. Not just that he’d gotten lucky, of course, but that he’d found a woman with depth and emotion, fears and aspirations. Was it too soon to consider she might be the one he’d been looking for? She’d landed in his arms for a reason—was it to prove to him that he was, in fact, more than the sum of his super parts?

“That’s it, tiger! Oh, yes!”

Brad upped his rhythm, thumbing her nipples to tight peaks while he searched for her G-spot with each timed thrust. Paige threw her head back and slammed her body against his. Steamy water rained around them, washing sweat and salty cum away when Brad came for the second time.

In his tight embrace, Paige trembled. “I’m so ready, please!”

Brad reached around and fingered her swollen clit. The hot flesh tightened at his touch and she gasped. Her sheath convulsed around him and she groaned, shivering under the hot water as he pumped the last of his seed into her.

He pulled her back against him and nuzzled her ear. “Damn. I’ve never met a woman like you, Paige. When you come, you get so tight.”

She sighed, became pliant in his arms. “That’s because you’re so big. Do you need a license to carry something that large in your pants?”

He laughed and sucked the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder. The tendon there stretched and arched under his lips. “I do have a license to carry a concealed weapon. Shall I whip it out and show it to you?”

“Don’t whip it out right now. I like it right where it is.” Her inner contractions wrung a few more pulses from him before they parted and washed away the essence of their latest escapade.

Before they got out of the shower, Brad trapped Paige between his arms, palms splayed on the shower wall, his still partially stiff cock nudging the dark blond curls between her long, sumptuous legs.

“I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of freak,” he began. She looked startled for a moment, then laughed.

“Let me guess, it’s your turn to ramble?”

“Yes. I just want to say, I think we have something here, Paige. You—”

She captured his mouth in a kiss that curled his toes and tightened his balls. When she came up for air she said, “Yes, we do. I don’t understand it, but I feel it. What should we do about it?”

“I think what we’ve been doing is working out well so far.” He kissed her, and they melted together against the cool tiles.

“So, you think we should see where this leads?” Paige’s eyes had gone dark and deep as the ocean. Brad’s heart picked up a staccato beat at the thought that she might be willing to continue beyond one amazing night.

His reply echoed off the damp tiles. “I do.”
 

Stay tuned for Chapter Five…


 
“So he’s big, huh? Can I see?”

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Note: This story was previously published under the title:

The Adventures of Molten Man, No. 1. (Amber Quill Press, 2006).

This is a standalone story that has not been significantly altered from its original version.

 

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, brands, media and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

 

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Sunday, February 15, 2015

Molten Desire - Chapter Three


Chapter Three


 

By

Bernadette Gardner

 

By the time they reached the quiet street of converted brownstones where Paige said she lived, the sun had set, and the evening traffic had died to almost nothing. Brad’s nerves hummed with pent up frustration.

When was the other asbestos-lined boot going to drop?

Paige seemed too good to be true. A nice, normal woman with a sweet disposition and a self-deprecating sense of humor was as rare these days as a super villain without a God complex.

They’d been talking for hours while they roamed the residential streets, and she hadn’t once let on that she knew, or believed him to be, Molten Man. In fact, she seemed less than impressed by anything remotely connected to the Daring Dozen, and that intrigued him.

“Here I am,” she said, gesturing to the second floor of a post-war townhouse that sported decorative wrought iron on all the windows and a miniscule gated courtyard where the tenants stored their bicycles.

“It’s nice. Very…clean.”

She looked pensive, as if she expected him to do or say something else. How could he suggest they not end their encounter here without seeming like a pervert?

“I’ll wait here until you’re safely inside, though I don’t see any crumbling trestles or broken I-beams…”

She smirked. “Very funny. You’ve been such a gentleman all evening. I was wondering when you’d get around to ribbing me about my klutziness.”

Brad laughed and put his hands up in self-defense. “Sorry. I had to. Honestly though, I’m very impressed at your determination to keep the world safe for kittens.”

She rolled her eyes and huffed her indignation. “Don’t hold back. Let me have everything you’ve got.”

“That’s all, really. That was my best work.”

She stepped close to him, blurring the barrier between his personal space and her own. “I’m sure you can do better work than that.”

Her breath warmed his chest, and his cock stirred. There was no mistaking her invitation. “Would you like me to come up?”

“Up. Down. You name it.”

She slithered her hands under his jacket, over his chest and around the back of his neck. She had to lean up on her toes to bring her mouth even with his, and when she did, when she brushed her soft, pink lips against his, Molten Man caught fire.

 
*     *     *     *     *
 

The climb up to her apartment was sensual torture. Paige stripped Brad’s jacket off on the landing and wrapped her appreciative fingers around his naked biceps. His bulging muscles flexed like steel cables in her hungry grasp.

He tunneled his large hands under the hem of her blouse and pulled her close for a kiss that sent her heart racing. If other parts of his anatomy were as long and skillful as his tongue, she was in for a hell of a night.

She moaned when he slid his fingers into the waistband of her skirt and arched her back to bring her breasts against his hard chest. “Just so we’re clear,” she panted as they dragged themselves up to the second landing. “I don’t normally do this.”

“Neither do I,” he replied close to her ear then nibbled her lobe. His hot tongue trailed down her throat, and he literally bit off the top button of her blouse. “I hope this isn’t your favorite shirt, because I’m going to rip it off you.”

Pulsating heat soaked her panties at the thought. God, yes! It was her favorite blouse, but after tonight, she’d frame the remnants and buy another one just like it.

At Paige’s door, Brad stood behind her, one arm trapping her waist against the bulge in his jeans while she tapped the digits of her personal security code with trembling fingers.

The door beeped and swung open, admitting them into her apartment.

“Lights on or off?” she asked as he backed her up against the door to shut it.

“On. I want to see you naked.”

Paige hit the light switch, and Brad growled. He tore her blouse open, popping little pearl buttons in every direction. They clattered on the hardwood floor like rain.

She urged him on with wordless sounds as he dragged her thin bra straps from her shoulders and kissed every inch of the exposed skin.

When he moved his attention to her breasts, she braced her hands on his shoulders and leaned into him. He cupped one mound of flesh, then the other and sucked a taut nipple into his mouth. Paige pressed her back against the door and locked her knees to keep from sagging to the floor under the weight of her desire.

Every intimate muscle clenched when he pushed her bra down around her waist and ground his hips against hers. “This skirt has to come off. You can’t spread your legs for me—”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded, too breathless to form words. Eagerly, she guided his hands to the delicate button and zipper that held her skirt in place.

He tore them open, and the power of it arrowed to her clit. She gasped when he pushed the beige wool over her hips and down her thighs. She kicked off her skirt and her shoes, concentrating on holding her liquid muscles erect while he worked her lacy underwear off with both hands.

His work-roughened palms grazed her thighs and slid down her calves, igniting every long unused nerve ending in her body. She shuddered at the pleasure of it.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

She obeyed his command, and he lifted her and carried her to the couch. “I’m going to take you right here and now. Are you ready?”

He placed her on her back and spread her damp thighs with one hand while he opened his button fly with the other.

“I’m on the pill,” Paige whispered in a gasp as he freed an erection that brought to mind the California redwoods.

“Me, too.” These days, who wasn’t? Fortunately the Super Pill provided protection against pregnancy and communicable diseases while simultaneously freshening the breath. Who could ask for more?

“More!” Paige reached for him. “I want to see all of you.”

“Patience.” He shoved his tight jeans down his legs, kicked off his work boots and shimmied out of his briefs. He wrapped one hand around his cock and pumped a few times, long and slow, spreading a glistening drop of pre-cum along the shaft.

“Oh, my…” Paige writhed in anticipation. “Show me how that works.”

He grinned, and his green eyes smoldered. “My pleasure, ma’am.”

He lowered himself between her legs, and Paige wrapped her calves around his back. She crossed her ankles and locked her fingers behind his neck.

“You must be a lumberjack—” she panted into his ear when he thrust his length inside her. The sensation took her breath away.

“Uh…what?”

“Where else would you get all that glorious wood?”

He chuckled in her ear. “I’m not the only one with a few zingers up my sleeve, am I?”

“I’ve got a million of ’em—oh!”

“That’s it. Is that what you wanted?”

“Hmm. Give me everything you’ve got.” The rhythm of his movements matched her beating heart. He tempered each expert thrust with a gentle kiss or a firm caress. She met him movement for movement. Her orgasm built inside her until her sex throbbed with the need for release. God, he was good! All that heat between her legs, those muscles wrapped around her—who needed a superhero when there were still guys like this around?

“Now might be a good time to warn you,” he whispered, burrowing his arms beneath her to hold her close.

“Warn me about what?”

“I can last a long, long time.”

“Is that a warning or a prom…a promise?” Paige shuddered through her question as her first orgasm tore through her. Above her, Brad increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, building on the friction between them and taking her higher than she’d ever been. Her body hummed with it, milking power from his cock until she came again, then finally went limp beneath him.

“There’s more where that came from,” he said after a lingering kiss that left her weak. She used the last of her strength to dig her fingers into the taut muscles of his shoulders and hold on. “I can take it. Come on, tiger, do your best!”

And he did. Several times.

 

Stay tuned for Chapter Four…


 
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The Adventures of Molten Man, No. 1. (Amber Quill Press, 2006).

This is a standalone story that has not been significantly altered from its original version.

 

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Saturday, February 14, 2015

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Sunday, February 08, 2015

Molten Desire - Chapter Two


 
 

Chapter Two


 

By

Bernadette Gardner

 

Brad’s trip through the alley behind the Metro One building usually garnered him nothing more than a minute or two off his walk home and the occasional grungy feeling.

Today, it got him a woman.

The sounds that drew his attention came in rapid fire—first the creak of old metal, then a sharp, startled scream.

Molten Man would have shot a concentrated beam of microwave energy at the railroad trestle that spanned the alley. He’d have melted the overstressed steel, allowing it to flow harmlessly toward the ground to deposit the woman safely on her feet.

Brad Compton, on the other hand, just caught her in his arms. He sank to one knee to absorb the impact and groaned convincingly, as if the effort taxed his mutated musculature.

Her pale blue eyes met his, and her jaw dropped. “You caught me!”

“I…uh. Yeah.”

He set her on her feet—one of which was bare. The other was encased in a dainty beige pump. She wobbled a little, but managed to regain her composure after smoothing her sleek wool skirt and crisp white cotton blouse. After a deep breath, she pushed blond curls out of her eyes with the back of one hand and offered him the other.

“I’m not sure how to thank you. You saved my life.”

Here we go again. Brad shrugged. He opened his mouth to deliver his standard Molten Man disclaimer: “Don’t thank me, miss. It’s my job to offer assistance in any way I can.” Fortunately, before he got a word out, he realized Molten Man was off duty. No orange spandex. No heat-resistant gloves.

He was Brad, and this woman was breathlessly, shockingly gorgeous.

“I’m Paige Weller, by the way. I’m so glad you happened along.”

Brad glanced up at the cracked I-beam. “Mind if I ask how you managed to get up there?”

A sexy blush tinged her high cheek bones. “Ah, well…there was this little cat and…” She grinned. “I’m really grateful you happened along.”

Her smile was genuine, if a little self-conscious. She seemed sweetly embarrassed by her mishap. Those beautiful periwinkle eyes drew him into a quick sexual fantasy in which she demonstrated her gratitude by—

—kissing him. The chaste peck on the cheek wasn’t quite what he had in mind, but it stirred his irradiated blood nevertheless.

“Honestly, miss—”

“Call me Paige, please.” She lingered for a moment, close enough for the essence of magnolias to tease his senses. If she smelled that sweet, how would she taste, he wondered?

“Can I buy you a cup of coffee or something?” she asked. “I know that sounds so trite, but it seems rude to just say, see ya’ around.”

Molten Man was honor bound to never accept gifts from those he rescued. Even the musky perfumed panties women regularly tried to stuff into his utility belt had to be returned.

Brad, on the other hand, was just a regular guy who probably deserved at least a cup of java for saving this lovely lady from a cracked skull. “Sure. I know a place just around the corner that serves sixteen flavors of latte.” He cringed. Had he really just admitted his love for flavored latte to this woman? Maybe he should have suggested a shot of hard whiskey at a local bar instead.

“Sounds great.” She looped her arm through his. “Mr.?”

“Compton. Brad. Call me Brad.”

“Well, Brad, let me sneak back into my office to grab my purse…oh and pick up my other shoe, I think that’s it over there, and we’ll be on our way for…coffee.”

 
*     *     *     *     *

 
There was just something about the mysterious Brad Compton that lit Paige’s fire. In the health-conscious, gym-obsessed 2030s, blond-haired, green-eyed hunks were a dime a dozen. Unlike most of the men Paige met these days, however, Brad had a fresh, outdoorsy charm.

He smelled like citrus soap and warm summer breezes, not overpriced cologne and new money. Beneath his open denim jacket, his abs and pecs rippled under a tight white T-shirt. She wanted to run her hands over all his impressive ridges and valleys. These were muscles that came from honest physical activity, not endless reps and a handful of steroids. Her hands ached to wrap around a thick bicep and squeeze.

What had gotten into her?

Well…nothing for a while. That was the problem. It had been months since she’d met a man who wasn’t trying to emulate one of the Daring Dozen, or some other rogue mutant. The superhero craze was getting out of hand, and her sex life was suffering for it.

All her girlfriends wanted to bag a man in spandex and thigh-high vinyl boots, and Paige was the odd girl out. Regular guys just weren’t chic anymore, and that was a terrible shame.

She’d met a few of the toniest superheroes and found them all yawn-worthy. How long could you listen to a guy talk about stopping bullets with his teeth or tearing apart a burning building with his bare hands to rescue a dozen trapped schoolchildren?

Guilt stabbed at Paige again. Of course, saving people’s lives was wonderful and noble, a tremendous gift, but after the fifteenth telling, even the most hair-raising tales of derring-do got old.

She grinned at Brad as they settled into two wrought iron chairs on the sidewalk outside the cafĂ© and set their lattes on the dinner-plate sized table between them. “So, do you always happen to walk through that alley, or did I just get incredibly lucky today?”

He pursed his lips to blow on his latte, then sipped the hot liquid before speaking. Paige found her gaze riveted to his mouth, and her own fell open in frank admiration.

“Hello?” he said.

“What? I’m sorry. I zoned out for a minute there. I guess I’m still in shock.”

He smiled in a self-conscious way. Had he noticed her drooling? “I was saying, I usually take the subway. I guess fate stepped in today.”

“What do you do…that normally takes you on the subway?”

“I’m a landscape architect. I own a little company called Sunny Side Lawn and Garden. We mostly handle homes in the suburbs north and west.”

“Mmm. Nice areas.” Paige mentally kicked herself for not paying attention. “It must be nice to work outdoors all day. I’m a market analyst. Most days I never even see daylight.”

“That’s too bad. I’d go stir crazy if I couldn’t get outside.” He sipped his coffee again, and Paige tried not to stare at the sensual way his lips curved. She found herself wondering if he’d taste like mocha and rich, Colombian coffee. “Considering what happened today, though, maybe you’re safer in your office.”

She laughed, only mildly mortified. “Please. Welcome to my life. If I didn’t go looking for trouble, it would come and find me. I’m one of those people that proves Murphy’s Law every day.”

“Well, I guess Murphy cut you a break this afternoon. You seem none the worse for wear.”

“Yeah…” Once again she’d sunk into a daydream about his lips, his hands, his chest… She roused herself with a quick sip of latte and burned her tongue. “Ow! Hot.”

He nodded, and Paige got the impression he wasn’t referring to the coffee.

She licked her lips, and his eyes followed the movement of her tongue. A tremor of desire started low in her belly and danced upward. Beneath her blouse, her nipples peaked. Below the table, she squeezed her legs together to combat the sudden ache in her clit. Some undisciplined part of her made a decision right then, one she vaguely hoped she wouldn’t regret.

“Brad…” Oh God, was she really going to do this? “I don’t normally do this…at all, not just with men I just met or men who catch me when I fall out of the sky, but I was wondering—and if you think I’m a freak or being too forward, just say so right now—”

“You’re rambling,” he offered. His eyes locked on hers, and for some reason, rather than the usual sense of panic she felt under someone’s intense scrutiny, a warm calm washed over her.

She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. Forget I said anything.”

“No, what did you want to ask me? I don’t think you’re a freak at all, by the way.”

Salvage the moment. The little voice in her head that occasionally told her the right thing to do issued a deadpan command that Paige did her best to obey. “Would you like to go for a walk?”

Her lips formed the words, but her mind supplied the thought behind them. Let me take you back to my place and rip that tight T-shirt off your magnificent body. Let me lick my way down from those gorgeous lips all the way to the tip of your cock and devour you in one long swallow.

“Is it hot in here?” she asked, fanning herself.

“In here? We’re outside.”

“Right. Out here.” Good Lord. What would he think if he knew that under her prim, colorless business suit raged the hormones of a sex-starved nymph?

It had been so long. So very long.

“I’d love to go for a walk.”

“Great…why don’t we just take our coffee and…go?”

Taking a man back to her apartment half an hour after meeting him was, of course, a terrible idea, but the image of Brad lying naked on her bed wouldn’t leave her mind.

Maybe after a nice long walk, they’d end up at her place, and she could convince herself that a one night stand with the perfect guy was better than a string of unsatisfactory relationships with superhero wannabees.

Okay, for Paige that was a foregone conclusion, but could she convince him?

 

Stay tuned for Chapter Three…

 

She had to lean up on her toes to bring her mouth even with his, and when she did, when she brushed her soft, pink lips against his, Molten Man caught fire.

 
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Note: This story was previously published under the title:

The Adventures of Molten Man, No. 1. (Amber Quill Press, 2006).

This is a standalone story that has not been significantly altered from its original version.

 

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, brands, media and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

 

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