Hot And Heavy Books Novels & Stories

Annie's P.O.V I wasn't the type of girl to go around believing in love at first sight, but this time it felt different. When I reached down to grab my pen, I had held something else instead. Someone's hand. I looked up at the owner and my eyes nearly fell off. This guy was hot. I mean, he was extremely hot, like… I didn't know how to describe him. He had the perfect jawline, straight nose, sexy lips, and his eyes were brown and beautiful, which makes me think of the brownies I ate last night.

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

My lips felt like they were on fire. “I fucking missed this. And being this close, I wanted to…” he breathed, his eyes darkening, locked on my lips, making my heart pound frantically as I wondered what he meant..though my body already knew. “What are you doing?” I asked through gritted teeth, trying desperately not to show how affected I was, but he shut me up by pressing his large fingers harder against my lips. The heat of his touch dragged me into flashbacks..those same fingers curling inside me, teasing me, pushing me until I broke apart and squirted under his command.

That red-hot kiss still has my pulse flip-flopping and makes me weak in the knees. Arson is damn hot and I’m feeling lucky he’s interested in me. The only question is, will he warm me up, or burn my whole house down?

Jessa shook, only this time it had nothing to do with feeling ill, no the heat rushing through her blood was due to the memory of Damien’s mouth on her pussy, licking her clit. It was going to be a long, long night.

Chapter One ‎HOT AND HEAVY ‎ ‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.

‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.

I sank into the worn velvet armchair tucked between the stacks, the one customers sometimes used to read a chapter before buying. I opened the book. The first story was about a librarian and a stranger who came in after hours. I laughed under my breath. Too on the nose. But I kept reading. The words were lush, explicit. The stranger’s hands on her thighs, the way he whispered commands against her ear, the slow build of tension until she begged. My pulse quickened. Heat pooled low in my belly. I glanced around—the shop was empty, windows dark, street noise muffled by snow. I was alone.

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.