Flirty Sexy Love

FLIRTY SEXY LOVE

3 SPICY SHORT STORIES

EVELYN MONTGOMERY

CONTENTS

Warning

Better Than Expected

1

2

3

Serendipity & The Thirteenth Floor

1

2

3

Hot For Teacher & The Kama Sutra

1

2

3

Sneak Peek at 12 Romance Novels

Sneek Peek at Peaches

Sneak Peek at Catch

Sneek Peek at Reckless

Sneak Peek at The Destined Hearts Duet

Sneak Peek at Rebellion

Sneak Peek at Resurrection

Sneak Peek at Losing Neverland - Wendy

Sneak Peek at The Dominant Love Duet

Sneak Peek at Lifeline - PNR Trilogy to release in 2024

Sneak Peek at Atonement

Also by…

About the Author

Copyright © 2023 by Evelyn Montgomery

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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

To all the women who like their love stories

flirty, sexy, and loaded with lots of spice.

WARNING

If you don’t like love stories

that include graphic sex

don’t read further!

This is a very sexy novella

with three short very spicy stories

that have a plot, but also pack a lot of heat.

If you like your romance full of

flirty, sexy, love loaded with lots of spice,

you’ve come to the right place.

BETTER THAN EXPECTED

1

I swear he licked pussy like a man who’s never licked a fucking ice cream cone!

My drink pauses halfway to my mouth, and I wait for the woman at my side to continue. The bar is packed, and I have to tell myself not to elbow the fucker who just pushed me in the side back where he came from. After the shit day I’ve had, all I need is an excuse for a damn fight.

"Never sucked on a damn lollipop, either. Didn’t understand the concept of multitasking."

The emphasis she puts on multitasking has a slow grin surprisingly spreading across my face just as the jackass from earlier pushes into me once more. My molars grind as I force myself to remain restrained. Cracking my neck from side to side, I breathe out relieved when the prick doesn’t bump into me again.

Lick the slit. Suck the clit. Enter one, then two fingers into the pussy...

The visual has me licking my lips as she relentlessly continues, and very obviously doesn’t care who the hell hears. Against my better judgment, my body betrays me as I feel my dick stir for the visual the strange woman’s words are giving me. The tension in my shoulders eases as I think about all the things she’s saying. All the things I know will bring me a much-needed release when I desperately need one.

In. Out. Repeat. Make it wet…

Fuck, this woman.

Does she have any filter?

Not that I’m complaining. More just an assessment. A turn-on, really, as I think of all the ways I’d like to put her words where her mouth is. Make her swallow them before blowing a load down her hot wet lips and watching her gag as I feel my cock hit the back of her throat.

Normally, I might feel sorry having those thoughts about a stranger, but this girl...

Curl those mother fuckers, she purrs, and my eyes widen, and deliciously pull them slowly back to the front...

For fuck’s sake!

The bastard behind me elbows my back once again and between the visual foreplay dancing around in my head, the tension in my balls, and the irritation about my shit day, not to mention the crowded bar I wanted to use as an escape and not be held prisoner to, I feel myself snap.

Watch it... I shout.

Turning quickly, I feel a warm splash of liquid drench the front of my white dress shirt. The person starts to stumble to the side and I reach out quickly once I notice her.

Her?

Fuck me. I take her in quickly as my eyes scan her face, her voluptuous body, and her curves that go on for days in the dim lights of the bar. God, she’s gorgeous, I think as I quickly help her balance in her stilettos. In fact, I wonder how I haven’t noticed her before now, to be honest. Even if my plan was to drink my day away. Fuck, any red-blooded male couldn’t help but notice her.

Or what? she rolls her eyes. I steady her in her heels and she brings her drink to her lips.

But it’s empty. She only notices after she tries to take a sip and then slowly looks my way. My eyes follow hers as we look down and see the red wine staining the front of my white dress shirt.

Fuck, she huffs. Looks like you owe me a drink, dumbass.

Me?

Bartender, she yells over my shoulder.

I shake my head because there is no way this girl is going to get his attention. I know. I’ve tried. Several times over the last hour. But it’s useless when the place is as busy as spring break in Mexico. I take the time her attention is focused behind me to drink her in and let myself fall just far enough to become mesmerized by her before I force myself to snap out of it. Or before she has the opportunity to get under my skin. The last thing I need is a distraction as beautiful as her.

Coppola. Merlot. And the dumbass will have...

Her eyes meet mine and I swallow hard wondering if she caught me staring too long and memorizing the curves of her face. I glance over my shoulder and notice the irritated bartender impatiently waiting.

Bourbon, I stammer. Basil Hayden.

Figures, she huffs.

What… 

Elbowing me again in my side, and shouldering past me to the counter. I stand confused, in awe of her maybe, and shake my head twice before taking a step to meet her at the bar. She hands me my drink, picks up her own, and then begins to walk away without a second glance or thought.

Hey, what the fuck do you mean figures? I find myself yelling as I slam some bills on the counter and feel my feet follow her. She’s standing only a few feet away, speaking into her phone in hushed tones. I glance around and realize she’s alone. So the speech she was giving earlier wasn’t to anyone but the person on the other end of that call?

A call that should have been taken in private instead of at a packed bar on Main Street.

What the fuck do you mean figures? I shout again above the music, and reach out and grab her elbow gently to try and stop her just as she goes to start to walk away again.

Why?

Shit, I haven’t figured that out yet. But hell, the night’s young, and something about this girl makes me desperate to follow her wherever she might be headed. Maybe a distraction as beautiful as her, just for tonight, wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Hold on, it’s the dumbass again, she irritatingly breathes into the line as she spins on her heels.

Dumbass? I echo.

If the shoe fits, she huffs. Her eyes scan me from head to toe and my jaw ticks.

Like an idiot, I actually glance down at my feet and think of how I’m going to respond.

I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves, I chuckle as my gaze slowly rises to meet her half-drunk expression.

Are you of the male persuasion?

Persuasion?

She studies me harshly. Annoyed. Irritated. Completely pissed off that I haven’t caught onto her metaphor.

Uh, no, I laugh. I’m not trying to persuade anyone. 

She cocks her head to the side in frustration. The tips of her heels begin tapping on the floor between us telling me that our time together is quickly running out.

I don’t want that.

Fuck, why don’t I want that?

For starters, I attempt. You could tell me first why ‘dumbass?’

I’ve yet to meet a man that doesn’t fill those shoes.

Dumbass?

Are there any others?

I’d like to think I could change your mind, I find myself admitting, I’m sure there’s a whole lot of shoes that you haven’t tried on yet in life, and...

You’re fucking hilarious, she barks with a sarcastic laugh. Taking a step back, she sucks down half of her drink leaving me speechless in the process. Fucking Cinderella? You’re going to hit me with a Cindy metaphor? Hell, she lifts her phone to her mouth and watches me the entire time she’s speaking. Yup, dumbass just proved his worth in spades. He’s just like the rest of them. At least I got him to buy me a drink, though. But regardless of whatever illusion he’s conjuring up in his brain, this night will not end with my legs wrapped around his waist while his sorry excuse for a penis penetrates any hole of mine.

She shrugs, and somehow that small gesture spurs me back to life when honestly, since the second I met this girl I've pretty much felt completely speechless. Spinning around, she takes off towards the exit and I debate not following for one-second before my feet start quickly pounding the ground behind her.

She downs the rest of her drink and deposits it on a nearby table. I instantly do the same as I follow her in hot pursuit. I’d call out her name, but fuck - I don’t know it. She weaves through the tables to the back exit while I continue to follow closely behind with a heated intention the likes of which I have never felt before. What do I plan to do with her when I catch her? I haven’t the slightest fucking idea. 

Something about this girl has gotten under my skin since before I even laid eyes on her. Since before she touched me. Hell, since I first heard her speak. I need to know what that is. Her smart mouth and sassy attitude are just icing on a delicious cake I’m realizing I’d love a chance to sink my teeth into. 

Hell, I can’t help but follow her just to find out what it is about her that has my pulse quickening, my cock hardening, my mind obsessing, and every part of my body waiting for the next word to leave her beautiful, totally and perfectly meant for cock-sucking mouth.

She eyes me over her shoulder and smiles.

She fucking smiles.

I pick up my pace as she pushes out the exit. The door crashes open with a large clank as I barge through a moment later and ... I’ve lost her.

I look to my right.

Nothing.

My left?

No one.

Just when I’m about to turn around defeated, I feel a tender touch slide around my waist. Delicate fingers slowly start running down to the bulge in my slacks.

Paralyzed, I wonder what the fuck is wrong with me. Why don't I move? And then I hear her speak again.

Now’s your time to change my mind, she whispers. Her hand begins rubbing against my length and I stifle a groan. Prove there are things I’ve never tried. I grab her wrist and halt her movements. What’s stopping you? she taunts me as I war with my mind to not do what my body craves.

I won’t take advantage of a strange woman in an abandoned alley. Fuck, as horny as it makes me to think of it, I live by rules. A human decent code of conduct that...

Tell me, she nips at my ear and I feel the rush of fire, the need to be inside her warm hot cunt running through my veins like never before. The need to prove her wrong wars with my mind. For all mankind, I’d love nothing more than to put her words where her mouth is, on her knees, as she attempts to take the size of me down the back of her throat.

Lick? Her tongue grazes up my neck and I feel a shiver course through my body. Hers too. Fuck, every touch of her skin against mine is an intoxicating current just begging for us to let it combust.

Suck, she takes the skin of my neck in between her lips and my eyes roll back with pleasure. Her hand begins to caress my cock again, and this time, I let her. Thrusting forward and into her small palm, I let out a moan as she releases my neck and walks around my side to stare me in the eyes.

Would you use one finger or two?

What’s wrong with three?

She bites her lip and smiles.

Who comes first, she questions. You, or me?

Baby Girl, if you have to ask me that question, you’ve been fucking with the wrong men for far too long.

Her eyes close and she purrs as she continues to work magic on my thickening length between us. When her eyes flutter open, she asks, How many times?

Now it is my turn to study her as I try to figure out her hidden meaning.

How many times will you let me come before you force me to take you in between my lips?

She takes a step forward, causing her hardened nipples to brush against my chest. I find my mind racing, wondering what her kiss tastes like as I smell the wine on her breath.

That is, before you force your cock deep inside my pussy?

Shit, I try and focus because, between her words and her hand, I’m already close to gone. The women I’ve always known have never had this dirty of a mouth. And right out the gate, too? I swallow hard as I find myself turned on more than I have ever been in my entire life. I attempt to force myself to tell her what she wants to hear, but end up confessing the truth of what I’d do to her right now if given the chance.

You’ll come as many times as you can, until your body can’t take anymore, I breathe against her lips. She purrs again and closes her eyes, getting off on this verbal foreplay just as much as I am. When your body needs a break, I whisper, tracing my fingers up the inside of her thigh. Her legs part and I have to force myself not to feel her the way my entire body craves, that’s when you’ll suck my cock and fucking love it. Every inch, as you choke on my release before I drop to my knees and show you more pleasure than you’ve ever known before, Baby Girl.

Baby Girl, she chuckles softly. I’m not a baby. Her eyes open. And I’m not your girl.

We’ll see, I grin.

Dumbass, she smirks, releasing me and stepping away quickly.

Fuck, she may be done here. But I’m not.

She turns and starts to walk off and this time I stand rooted in place. Morally conflicted. I let her leave even though I know I’m going to regret it, but I also understand it’s necessary if I ever want to have the opportunity to lick her, suck her, finger fuck her like we both crave if our paths ever get the chance to cross again.

Then, she won’t be a stranger. Then, I won’t hold back on anything it takes to please her.

Her ass sways as she disappears around the corner and down the street. Releasing a heavy sigh, my hands raise and scrub down the stubble on my face. Looking behind me, I debate walking back inside the bar for only a moment before taking off in the direction of the woman that just threw my entire night off tilt.

Shaking my head, the tension from the day now gone, I reach the corner of busy Main Street. She smiles at me as she goes right and I grin as I turn left. Picking up my pace, I’m more than eager to make it home a few blocks over and release a load that’s been building since I heard her swear her pussy has never been licked, sucked, fingered, and fucked the way she deserves.

2

If you don’t find somewhere to blow your load soon, I swear your balls will burst before your anger actually gets you fired.

If she only knew I blew my load more than three times last night thinking of a certain mystery girl, she’d know my anger has nothing to do with needing that kind of release. But, then again, that is not the kind of stuff you tell your fucking sister, now is it?

She punches a few more keys on the register and slides the person’s bag across the counter to them. Focusing on my phone, and feeling my irritation grow with every ping of another email that