Here’s a brief excerpt from the title story to my short story anthology, The Juice and Other Stories. It’s free today on Amazon.com. There’s a paperback version too, which contains 2 bonus stories. You can pick it up on Amazon or Barnes and Noble.
They are at her four-story walk up. Her movements are deliberate, and her palms are dank against the steadying support of the dirty walls. He is behind her, panting, though likely not from exertion – not yet. She stops at the head of the stairs, unzips her leather skirt, and lets it fall. Without turning, she steps over it, leaving it for her suitor. She is nude from the waist down, except heels, and proceeds down the short hallway, allowing the feminine undulation of her hips to hypnotize him. She does not turn, but hears his breathing deepen. There is a small groan as he stoops to recover her clothing. They smell like her – and that is still enough. Two more strides and she drops her short jacket, and he is panting now.
As the door opens, he rushes her, inflamed with her, unthinking. She is nude as she hits the bed, although she does not remember his removing the remainder of her garments. He attempts a kiss, but receives only admonishment. She does not love him; she only loves his juice. Within seconds, his hands, his lips, his tongue are on her, ravishing her, giving her body brief quakes of pleasure. It is unexpected, from this unassuming minivan, but he is skilled, and for the first time in many such exchanges, she takes pleasure from his advances.
Angie tries to speak encouragements, but her words are slurred and incomprehensible. It matters not – he speaks to her body, to the sweat beneath her breasts, to the firmness of her hips, and to her neck. At the touch of his tongue to her throat, the ecstasy takes her – none but Threatt has had her neck, and the remembrance of love cracks her clouded mind. She grasps him, spins him beneath her without releasing his embrace, and returns the kiss to his neck.
Together, they scream, she with passion, he in brief pain, as her teeth slip within his quivering skin. He tenses, draws away, but she pulls him back and begins to suck in earnest. “It’s okay baby, she says, “It’ll only hurt for a minute.” His eyes roll back and he yields. His juice – finally the juice – begins to flow, and it comes in warm, sweet spurts, into her waiting mouth.