Free Spice It Up - an erotic novella by Zara Stoneley Page A

nodded. ‘Say it.’
    ‘I want you. Please.’ The word changed to a squeak as his thumb rubbed a spot on her swollen clit that she didn’t know existed, and she lifted her leg, wrapped it round his waist, and willed him closer.
    ‘How much?’ It was his turn to groan as she rubbed along the length of him, circled around the tip of his cock, rubbed her thumb over the tip, spreading the precome over him.
    ‘Stop talking, Lucas, and fuck me.’
    ‘Please?’
    ‘Just fuck me.’
    His hand was wrapped over hers on his thick cock, squeezing just for a second. ‘You’ll have to let go.’ Then the jokiness had gone from his face as he gripped her thigh up high at his waist and forced himself deep inside her with one hard thrust. She lifted her foot onto one of the shelves behind him so that she could balance and push herself harder against him.
    ‘I’m going to lose it if you do that.’
    ‘I want you to lose it.’ She tangled her fingers in his hair and kissed him the way she’d always wanted to, not holding back, tasting every bit of him as his fingers dug into her bum and he slammed inside her.
    ‘Harder, please, harder.’
    He reached between them, his finger finding her clit as he pushed deeper inside her and it started, her whole body opening from the inside out as he gasped and gave one final thrust. There was a tremor in his thighs and he tipped his head back for a second before lifting it and smiling the sweetest of smiles straight at her.
    She swallowed hard as the last of the trembling started to drift out of her body and rocked her hips, milking every last drop.
    ‘Fuck.’ He dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose and stared. And he had such a strange look on his face that she started to giggle, which squeezed his cock right out. ‘You know what I’d like to do?’
    She didn’t get to hear because there was another loud rap on the door, and the handle was rattled with force. ‘Lucas.’ She shifted her foot and a can clattered off the shelf onto the floor.
    He grinned and pulled down her dress, zipped up his flies. ‘My mamá , I think, and I’m pretty sure she would have heard that.’ Then he opened the door a few inches, which she wasn’t sure was that good an idea. ‘ Mamá , I am busy, work.’
    She could just see over his shoulder and she could have sworn there was more than just his mother looking their way. Shit, well, she’d always wanted to go out with a bang, hadn’t she? Literally, it seemed.
    ‘Work?’ She sounded incredulous. In a cupboard? Lucas, you have guests, remember.’
    ‘I’m having the rest of the night off.’
    ‘You never have a night off.’ She guffawed and said something in Spanish that sounded like it could be rude to the rest of the crowd. Then, mercifully, she shut the door.
    ‘Now what are we going to do? I’m not going out there after what I think she just said.’
    ‘I have a better plan. I’m going to turn you into one sweet, spicy tapas and taste every inch of you.’
    The shiver went straight down her spine. She wanted to be tasted, even if it was the last thing he did before he walked. ‘One last taste before you go?’
    He pushed her through a door at the other end of the corridor that led through to the food prep area, then spun her round to face him. ‘I don’t want it to be the last taste, do you?’ He had a slightly hesitant look on his face, the first time she’d ever seen him look unsure, awkward, and she was glad they’d done this. Even if it was goodbye.
    ‘No, but it’s OK. Honest.’
    ‘Look, I –’ He reached into his pocket and took out his plane ticket.
    ‘Don’t –’ Tearing it up wouldn’t change anything, wouldn’t help anything.
    But he didn’t tear it up, he handed it over. ‘It’s for you. I bought you one as well. I want you to come back with me. Just look, see, you don’t have to decide anything.’
    ‘Oh.’ She looked at the bit of paper he’d given her. One small, innocuous bit of paper that had