Office of Kink & Karma: Touch Me - Contemporary Interracial Paranormal
Eric D’Amore is plagued with the ability to sense soul mates. After the loss of his one love, he feels it’s his responsibility to help others find happiness. In a world where Normals and Extraordinaries are constantly at odds, it’s hard on a guy to pair two of them up. Deciding a bit of subterfuge is in order, the Office of Kink and Karma is born…
A touch. A caress. Skin sliding against skin. It doesn’t take much more than the gentle stroke of a lover to arouse Emily Stuart, but few men have the patience to really satisfy her. What’s a Normal gal to do when she meets an Extraordinary man who can arouse her with a touch born of his mind? Enjoy every thought, of course.
Shock gives way to disgust when Josh Martin, a Psi Extraordinary, is approached by Eric D’Amore from the Office of Kink and Karma. He doesn’t care what the Council wants. He’s not going to be some boy toy for them. Then he sees Emily’s picture and he can’t control his body’s response to her. Knowing of her kink, he can’t wait to get his thoughts, and his hands, on her.
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Excerpt (NC-17)
The soft ding of the elevator signaled Eric’s arrival at his apartment. Stepping into the foyer, his heels clicked on the marble tile lining the floor. Such opulence sometimes disturbed him, but as his mother constantly reminded him, he needed to keep up appearances. The D’Amores are a respected family, she’d say. And he’d nod in agreement, like a dutiful son.
Dropping his keys onto the table, he toed his shoes off, leaving them in the entry and thanking the gods he’d dispensed with having a butler and housekeeper long ago. Now he had no one cleaning up after him and moving things around when he wasn’t paying attention. His feet sank into the plush carpeting of the living room and he sighed in pleasure. Padding to the bar, he poured himself a drink. Maker’s Mark, three cubes, two fingers… heaven in a glass. After a long day at the office, it felt nice to come home to an empty –
“Eric…”
So much for it being empty.
Eric didn’t have to turn around to see the woman standing feet from him, his mind reached out for hers, snapping back when it met the cold wall of her thoughts. He knew what she wanted without speaking to her. Melani wanted what she always wanted, a chance at his millions and a roll in the hay, whichever came first.
Not turning around, Eric began mixing his lover’s favorite drink, an apple martini. “Melani, love, I wasn’t expecting you today.” Drinks in hand, Eric faced his guest, unsurprised by her attire. As always, she dressed to impress… his cock.
Melani, a statuesque brunette with a lithe, lean figure, worked out every day, giving her a body the envy of any woman. But sometimes Eric couldn’t remember why he’d begun seeing her. Sure, she held a certain beauty; her deeply tanned skin, bright smile, and pale brown eyes seemed to draw him in effortlessly.
But she was using him. He knew it, and knew she was aware he’d discovered her plans early on. Being a powerful Psi Extraordinary had its benefits. Other than the gift which plagued him daily, he could also read the minds of others. It took one peek into her mind to discover her intentions and yet he still made love to her, fucked her, whenever she dropped in.
Today she’d stripped down to an emerald green bra and panty set, complete with thigh-high stockings and garters. She was a heart stopping vision dressed in silken lace and air. Breathtaking. While his heart wasn’t enamored of Melani, his body couldn’t get enough of her.
“I bought something today that I thought you’d like and I wanted to show it off.” She arched her brow as manicured fingers slid one bra strap and then the other off her shoulder.
Maybe drinks could wait.
Returning their glasses to the bar, Eric began unbuttoning his shirt, anxious to feel Melani’s skin against his. Slender hands snaking around his waist stopped his movements. Her deft fingers popped one button after another before sliding the shirt from his shoulders. Next, she slipped his undershirt over his head, leaving his chest bare.
Melani leaned against him, pressing her now bare front to his back, burning him alive with her touch. Shifting his head aside, he made room for her questing lips, giving her the space she needed to lick and kiss the skin on his neck. She stroked his chest and his nipples tightened under her assault. She always knew just how to touch him and stroke him to get him aroused.
If he hadn’t touched her mind himself, he’d think her ability to arouse him so easily proved her to be a Psi Extraordinary as well, but he knew for a fact she was a Normal.
Her hands abandoned his nipples and skimmed along his chest, down his abdomen and disappeared beneath the waist of his trousers. His cock, already straining against his boxer briefs, jerked in anticipation. It seemed Eric Jr. looked forward to some action too. Her small hands circled his erection, squeezing and milking him through his cloth confinement. Of their own volition, his hips pressed forward, searching for more friction, but not finding any.
His lover withdrew her hands and went to work on his belt, then the closure of his trousers. He moaned as she lowered his zipper and the pressure eased. Turning in the circle of her slim arms, he watched in awe as she dropped to her knees before him. Fellatio was a skill Melani had perfected long ago.
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Excerpt #2
This close to her, he couldn’t keep his hands still. He traced circles at the top of her ass with his thumbs, enjoying the feel of cloth-covered flesh beneath him, and noticed something missing beneath her dress. He slid his hands farther down her back, trying to confirm his suspicions. He hoped he hadn’t gone too far, but now he had to know. “Did you forget a little something when you got dressed this evening?”
She tightened her arms around his neck and nodded into his shoulder. In the time it took her to nod, his cock came to full attention. Emily had come out for the evening without panties.
“Naughty.” She laughed into his shoulder and nuzzled his neck, not pulling away when he pressed his body closer to hers.
The music seduced Josh as he swayed with Emily, moving his body to the slow, seductive beat. He let his mind wander as he stroked her body. Remembering one of his new favorite fantasies, he let his imagination run wild with thoughts of the woman in his arms.
Dancing was the catalyst for this fantasy. Josh would grab her hips, pressing their groins together, showing Emily how much his body craved hers. Then, before she could protest, he’d spin her in his arms, molding her backside to him. The sweet, lush flesh had teased him as they made their way to the dance floor and now it would be his.
The bulge of his cock would fit perfectly between the globes of her ass, nestling in the warm valley, only two layers of cloth separating them since Josh had ventured out commando as well. Their bodies, moving in unison to the love-infused beat of the music, would mold to one another, almost becoming one.
Stroking Emily’s arms, he’d lace their fingers together and bring her arms up to wrap around his neck. She’d be stretched, vulnerable to him and his desires. Just the way he wanted her. Emily would want to be that way too. Her body would ache for him, her nipples pressing and straining against the fabric of her dress while her pussy ached and cried for him, open and wanting, a playground spread and waiting for his hands.
Josh would be there to answer the call. Placing his arms around her waist, he’d take a moment to savor the scent of her hair, her skin. To have her so close and not make love to her was excruciating. But good things come to those who wait.
Sliding his hands up her sides, his fingers would brush the underside and outer edges of her breasts and a breathy sigh would reach his ears. Her body, aching for more, would squirm. Her ass, rubbing against his cock, would make him groan, but he wouldn’t give her what she craved, not yet.
One hand would remain to tease her breasts… and the other? The other he would move to skim along her abdomen. He’d chuckle when she sucked in her belly, surprised at how bold he acted, but he wouldn’t stop, not until she told him to. And she wouldn’t. Josh would stop his hand just before it touched her pussy. He’d stroke and pet the flesh an inch above her mound. Pressing down as he rubbed his hand in small circles, knowing the movement, but lack of further contact, was driving her mad with lust. Just the way he wanted her.
Emily’s heavy breathing would nearly force her breast into his palm… nearly. But he didn’t want to give her that yet. By the time Josh took her, he wanted them both ready to explode. Their coupling would be hard and fast.
She’d sense his intent though and do her best to thwart his plans. Her fingers would caress his skin and sift through the short hair on the back of his neck. Her ass, her luscious ass, would grind and press against his cock, moving against him to the tempo of the music, seducing him with her flesh as she danced. It wouldn’t take long and he’d need her, would have to have her.
Continuing his assault on her body, he’d move them to a darkened corner of the club, behind a supporting pole where the other patrons couldn’t see. Pressing her against the plaster-covered concrete, he would slide his tongue along her skin, savoring the flavor of her sweat. He’d caused that. He’d caused her body to get hot, to try and cool itself the only way it knew how. Him.
By now, what he was about to do would be a foregone conclusion. Josh wanted it. Emily wanted it. Now, they’d sate both their desires.
He’d move the hand close to her breast, sliding it against the fabric of her dress. He’d grip the hem and lift it, ever so slowly, to reveal her skin. It nearly glowed in the darkened corner, but he couldn’t take the time to appreciate the picture her body made. Not when his goal was so close.
She’d arch her back, presenting her body to him, and with great reluctance, he’d release her long enough to free his nearly bursting cock, then his hand would resume its position, an inch from her mound, pressing and stroking her bare flesh this time. His other hand would grasp the base of his cock, positioning it to tease her opening. The heat of her core would beckon him, try to tempt him to enter in a single thrust and rut like a beast, but he wouldn’t. Not yet.
Entering her an inch, he’d pull back out before she could impale her body on his shaft. Because she’d try, the naughty girl that she was. He’d do it again and again. An inch in and out. In and out. Coating the tip of his cock in her juices, her cream would cover him, slicking him for his entrance.
When he thought she’d had enough, he’d give her what she’d been silently begging for. Grasping her hips with both hands, he’d pull her back as he thrust forward, embedding his shaft deep within her hot, moist heat. She’d fit him like a silken glove, her fiery cream coating him as he thrust into her body. He’d meet a slight resistance when he entered her because it would have been a while since she’d had a lover. She wouldn’t know it, but she was waiting for him.
Emily would shift against him, begging him to move. And he would. The thrill of being caught would excite them both, taking their passions to dangerous heights.
His thrusts would start slow, easing in and out of her tight, tender passage, relishing the feel of her heat clasping him so snugly, almost as if her body didn’t want to let him go. It didn’t have to worry; he wouldn’t be going anywhere, not yet.
Josh would slide his hand lower, separating the slick folds of her pussy, searching for the tiny nubbin that would bring her more pleasure as he fucked her. Finding it, he’d circle it with his finger and her body would jerk in response, moving against his. He’d thrust into her body as his finger played and slid against her clit, bringing her closer to orgasm. He wanted her orgasm, wanted to claim it as he surrendered to his own.
Withdrawing and pushing back into her body, he’d set the pace of their love making, fast and furious. Their grunts, groans and moans would be absorbed by the sounds of the club around them as they fucked against the pole, their bodies moving together. Fingers rubbing as he slid in and out of her slick passage would bring her to a body shaking orgasm, her scream muffled as he captured her mouth in a kiss. Her orgasm would trigger his own, her body tightening around his cock, milking him, he’d spill…
The music changed to some popular pop song, snapping him out of his fantasy and back to reality. He stood in the middle of a crowded dance floor with Emily, not in some darkened corner. As much as he hated to, it was time to pull away and take a breather. He couldn’t take much more of being this close to her without spilling something, be it power or his seed.
His abilities normally bent to his will, but when he got excited, it seemed to take on a mind of its own. It was as if he channeled the very beat of the music. Thankfully he saw Emily’s blonde-bombshell friend approaching.
He smiled as she neared, tilting his head in greeting, but the woman didn’t acknowledge him. Instead, she tapped Emily on the shoulder. Emily jumped and turned her head to look at her friend.
“Come on, lady. Say goodnight to Mr. Hotness and let’s go.”
“Margie? What’s wrong?” Josh could hear the concern in her voice, but still she held on to him, arms draped around his neck.
“Nothing much. Some of the guys here have the potential of being my next stalker and I’d like to split before they write down my license plate number.”
Emily turned back around to look at him, nibbling her lower lip. What he wouldn’t give to nibble on her lip himself. “Well, Green Eyes, thanks for saving me.”
She pulled her hands away from his neck and moved to walk away, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her close again. Leaning down, he whispered into her ear, “Don’t want Mr. Persistent to get the wrong idea, do we, baby? How about I just walk you and your friend to your car?”
He pressed a kiss just below her ear — he couldn’t help himself — and felt her body shiver in response. “Yeah, don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”
