Title: Erotica

Author: Tameka

Feedback: taliah_marie@yahoo.com

Rated R: For sexual content & Explicit Language

Category: WIP

Type: Alternate Reality

Summary: The raw, powerful sex-drive of these two opposites will have you sitting on the edge of your seat. Starting out with a forbidden relationship with the last person he’d expect, Jason begins to want more and wonders if Courtney will feel the same way.

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Erotica, Chapter One:

Mrs. Quartermaine sat at the bar, one of her arms folded across the counter top, while the other hand held the glass of scotch loosely. It was always the same routine lately. AJ and her would get into a fight, and she would usually end up there, in that place, waiting for that certain someone to come and sweep her off her feet...giving her a night filled with hot, passionate sweaty sex that both knew neither would forget.

When she had first met him, he had been on an assignment. They had talked for a brief amount of minutes before they had somehow wound up in one of the rundown rooms upstairs, clawing each others clothes off.

The tiny room, dusty furniture, screamed one night stand, and rough and hot. And that’s exactly what it was. It meant nothing to either of them….

Then—she found herself showing up at Jakes a lot, and he being there as well. She wondered if he went there a lot….he seemed street smart wise and that made it all more erotic for some strange reason. Then later on, in there “relationship” of some sorts, they had discovered who each other were. His brothers wife…and she had walked out, telling him they could never, ever have sex again…because that’s all that it was. Sex.

But it did happen again, and she didn’t regret it this time. It seemed to happen a lot…both would wind up at the same place, odd coincidence, they would lock eyes and a small smirk would touch those soft lips of his and she was lost. Her mouth would begin to water as she watched him lick the rim of his beer as he took a sip and she knew she had to have him.

He was all man after all. He did things in bed that Aj could only dream about. He would never think to actually try those things. With Jason, he was forceful, thick and long, plunging into her so damn deep…and hard. He showed no mercy and that’s what she liked. And when she would somehow wind up on top, after glorious rounds of orgasm she would collapse on top of him, breathing hard, screaming loudly from the pleasure.

And he would clamp his huge hand over her mouth, telling her to shut the f**k up. And she did. She always got turned on by a man in charge.

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Courtney knocked on his door, hard. “Jason, open up.” When he still didn’t answer, she banged harder, calling out to him to hurry the hell up. It was almost strange how much they were alike, and at the same time, not alike at all. A few seconds later, the door was swung open and Jason was standing before her, a red terrycloth towel wrapped around his waist.

Single water drops were running down his chest, and stopping where the trail of hair on his abdomen led down beneath the cloth. One glance at it, had her anticipating, and she swung herself into his arms, hers wrapped around his neck and her lips were instantly on his.

He was shocked to say the least, and he stumbled back slightly, letting her slam the door shut with her foot as her tongue forced its way in his mouth.

His hand reached up to her blonde tresses, and tangled his fingers with it, before pulling her head back and breathing breathlessly. “What the hell are you doing here?”

It was an understatement to say how disappointed she was, but she managed to hide it the best way she could. “Is that the way to talk to your best girl?”

“That’s what you think you are, huh?”

“Well…” She smirked and wrapped her arms around his waist, “I believe I am, if you’re with me and not some whore on the street, right?” She leaned up to nip his ear with her teeth, “Besides, don’t think I forgot how loud I make you scream in bed.”

He hissed slightly as one of her hands trailed up his back, and the other gripped him tightly through the towel. “Oh? And here I am, thinking it’s the other way around.”

“Oh, you make me scream alright. It goes both ways.”

Her hand touched his cheek, bringing his face down to hers and kissing him deeply. After a few seconds, he pulled away again and she sighed.

“Why did you come here?”

She stepped back and shrugged off her jacket, tossing it on the nearest chair. “Well, AJ had another one of those stupid family “meetings” and I really didn’t want to be bored with sitting through another.”

“So?”

“So…I thought I should come to the one man that can always make me come off.” She grinned, and sat down on the couch, her tan legs crossed at the knee. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Jason nodded. “Actually I do; I’m expecting someone.”

“Let me guess.” She paused and began to examine her fingers, playing with her freshly manicured nail. “That milky-white coffee b*tch?”

“Her names Elizabeth.”

She chuckled slightly, “Riiigght.”

“I’m not in the mood for you if you’re going to cause problems so, you can leave before she shows up.” He replied, almost serious. He had to admit, although at some points she drove him mad with all her comments against other people, she was sexy as hell, with a certain fire to her that excited him every time.

Courtney stared at him, with a blank look on her face. She knew that she had a hold over him, and knew he was only half-serious. Besides, she was well aware how attracted he was to her and she knew she could have him hard within seconds, if she hadn’t done it already.

“Alright, I’ll see you later.” She stood up from the couch, grabbed her jacket and purse and began to walk towards the door.

She reached for the knob when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and a husky voice whispering in her ear. “You’re not going anywhere.” His mouth found her neck and he bit down on the skin with his teeth, making her hiss.

She spun around in his arms, and stared at his face for a moment. They were dark; almost black with passion and within a moment, his lips slammed down on hers, and his tongue was in her mouth.

She moaned and reached her hand up to run them through his short hair as his hands groped her breasts through her top, before sliding them to her waist, then thighs and pulled her skirt up, twisting it around her waist.

He groaned against her mouth at the feel of her soaking wet under his fingers, without wearing any panties. He felt her small hands tearing at his towel and within seconds it was in a puddle at his feet. He pushed her up against the wall, and lifted her leg to hook it around his waist.

She gasped loudly as he began to move inside of her, hard and fast. Her back was banging against the wall slightly with each move. He pumped into her faster as the screaming in his ears got louder and her hips thrust against his just as fiercely.

He bit down on her neck, as her finger nails dug into his back as they both reached their climax. She came, rocking in his arms and screaming his name. He nuzzled her neck to muffle his own yells of ecstasy and then groaned loudly, spilling his seeds inside of her once again.

They were both breathing heavy, as if they had ran a race, and he slowly pulled out of her, reaching down to pick the towel back up and wrap it back around his waist.

He stared at the pleasure on her face, as she tried to get herself under control. He felt more lust for her run through his body, and a smirk of satisfaction touched his lips that he had done that to her. That he had made her that pleasured.

She was still leaning against the wall, her head still thrown back and she had her eyes closed, panting. She managed with her shaky hands to reach down and untwist the skirt, pulling it back over the top of her thighs and adjusting her shirt.

“Damn,” she breathed, reaching up to brush hair out of her eyes and look up at him. “You sure are something, Mr. Morgan.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, a knock at the door stopped them and he cursed loudly.

Elizabeth.