On Display (A Shoe Obsession Erotic Short) Page 2

  “Well?” Mandy managed to pant as her body hummed with electric current. “Do they fit?”

  “Perfectly,” Dylan replied as he leaned into her and kissed her on the lips.

  Chapter Three

  As their lips met, a pricking tingle cascaded from Mandy’s lips to her cheeks, a million bursts of current feathering into and over her body. Her back arched—breasts pressing into Dylan’s shirt, hands running up his arms—as their lips flashed and cracked together. The current spread through her, firecracker fingers singeing her neck and chest and thighs, till she moaned against his lips and wrapped her legs around his waist.

  Mandy’s ankles locked around him, patent leather catching patent leather in a vise behind Dylan’s ass, leather manacles in a gleaming size 7. As Mandy crushed against him, Dylan’s lips parted, his tongue demanding entrance and release. She acquiesced, opening her mouth as his tongue slid past her lips, plundering and pillaging her mouth. He tasted of wintergreen—a hard candy sparking between his teeth—and Mandy melted from the electric heat. Her legs draped over him, her arms went limp around his neck, and her body became pliant and willing.

  Her ankles unlocked, the vise cranking wide and loose, as her feet slid to the floor. As the platforms met carpet, Dylan’s hands slipped around her waist, searching and probing until they landed on the tie of her dress. A simple tug and pull and Mandy’s dress fell open, the unwrapped layers spilling onto the burnished green Chesterfield. The shock of cold, of exposure in the bright store light sent Mandy reeling. She broke their kiss and opened her eyes, a pair of saucers propped above a panting mouth and flaming cheeks.

  She looked at Dylan, at his pupils in near eclipse, at his nose as it flared with each inhalation, and she forced a deep breath in and out. “Look Dylan,” she said as she leaned back, arms straight behind her, palms pressing into the couch, “I might be reckless, but I don’t need to get arrested. Can you kill the lights and lock the door?”

  Dylan rocked back on his heels and stared at her. “Not what I was expecting to hear,” he responded, still staring.

  “Really?”

  “Really. I … I’ve definitely never had a customer like you.”

  “And I’ve never had this kind of service at shoe store,” Mandy said as she looked up at him with a smirk on her face.

  Dylan rubbed his hand with his jaw and stood up before walking to the back wall. He flicked off the light and strode to the front door, locking it with a satisfying screech and grind. As he came back around, angling around the couch to face her, Mandy looked up at him, at his face washed in dim streetlights, at his body so luscious and firm beneath his clothes, and she smiled.

  Who needs a bar? I’ve got everything I need for a one-night rebound right here. And a couch to boot. Mandy laughed at her ridiculous pun as she slipped her dress off her shoulders, letting the silk pool on the green leather. She spread her legs, angling her knees far and wide as she looked up at Dylan standing before her.

  He paused, stock still as he looked at her—at her pale body covered only by scraps of black lace—and he inhaled a deep, shaky breath. “I was going to ask if you were sure, let you know that you could always leave, or we could make a date, but…” he trailed off.

  “But I’m sitting here in my underwear, legs spread-eagled waiting for you to fill them. Yeah, that pretty much answers your question, right?”

  “One of them. But … why?”

  Mandy cocked her head as she looked at him. “Seriously?”

  “Yeah … seriously.”

  “Well,” she said, beckoning him closer, “I ruined my favorite pair of shoes walking to the subway because I dumped my shitty boyfriend and only ride home today.” She paused as he stepped closer, running the tip of a boot up his calf and thigh. “And then I saw these boots in your window, and I had to have them, needed to touch them, smell them, slip them onto my feet and revel in their everything.” Her foot slipped over Dylan’s thigh, the platform toe inching higher and higher till she found his erection beneath the tailored trousers. She rubbed, a gentle stroke of patent on wool, as she smiled. “And then you showed up and I knew I needed to have you too.”

  “I’m flattered.”

  “You should be.”

  Dylan choked back a laugh as Mandy flexed her toes, pressing the boot into Dylan’s cock until he moaned. As she flexed again, Dylan grabbed her around the ankle, wrenching her foot up to his lips. He kissed the toe of her boot, lips to polished leather, and inched higher, kissing, grazing, breathing, until his nose brushed her bare calf and she jumped in response.

  He smiled into her skin, kissing her calf, nipping her skin with his teeth. He inched higher and higher, lips and teeth and tongue leaving a trail of fire, of electric burns up Mandy’s calf and inner thigh. Her leg quivered, a static humming, her body a filament heating till she glowed. Dylan kneeled before her and released her leg, letting it slide back onto the couch as his hands ran up her thighs. His hands found her back in a slow glide of fingers fanning out across her skin, until he met the lace of her bra. A single flick, a twist of fingers, and her bra unclasped.

  Mandy gasped in a surge of renewed panic as she turned to look out the glass of the shop. “What if someone sees us?”

  “They can’t. Between the back of the couch and the display, I’m nothing but a shadow in the dark and you don’t exist.” Dylan’s hands ran under the straps of her bra, sliding it over her shoulders and off her arms. He tossed it on the floor and found her breasts, their gentle firmness yielding to his stroke. “But if you’re worried,” he continued, as his fingers circled her nipples, “don’t move. Stay hidden and let me take the risk. I don’t care if the whole neighborhood watches as I make you come. I want to feel your body tighten around me, hear you scream my name as you explode, right here on this couch.”

  Dylan slid lower and flicked Mandy’s nipple with his tongue, making her moan and arch her back, begging him for more. As he responded, his thumb pressing and circling one nipple while his tongue licked and flicked the other, she cried out, riding waves of current sparking and spitting inside her. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, greedy and anxious to share in her breasts’ delight. She pulled up, wrapped her hands around his head and ran her fingers over his cropped hair, pressing his mouth to her until he sucked her nipple, fondling and nipping with his teeth. As Dylan rolled and licked and suckled, Mandy thrashed beneath him, burning with the need to release.

  Her hands slid down his neck to the buttons on his shirt, and she pulled and tugged in a shaky attempt to set his chest free. But he laughed as he pushed her back, taking her wrists in his hand and leaning into her till she hit the back of the couch. “Patience,” he said as he kissed her on the lips, “it’s your turn first.” Letting her wrists go, he ran his hands over her cheeks, her neck, her waist, until he found her panties. Hooking his fingers underneath, he pulled and she lifted, her panties sliding off her hips and down her thighs until Dylan leaned back and slipped them off.

  He exhaled a pent up, heavy breath, as he spread her wide. His fingers inched along her thighs, searching in the dark until they found her pussy, swollen and ready. He slipped a finger into her slick channel and groaned as he felt her need, her lust dripping from her core. His finger pumped inside her, a gentle searching and seeking, until he found the spot that made her quiver, made her clench around him like a vise. She gasped, a sound torn from her with his rhythm, and she gave in, surrendered to the heat and passion, to the need to climax building to a fever pitch inside her. The whole city could be outside that window, noses pushed up against the glass craning their necks for a better view, and Mandy wouldn’t care. Let them watch her lose control if she could only come.

  In answer to her silent longing, Dylan’s thumb found her clit, circling and rubbing in time with his finger, and she came—a bolt of lightning rocketing through her body, a bright white wave flooding her senses and making her tremble. Dylan released her, let his fingers slide out and away from her body, as she s
lumped in satisfaction onto the couch.

  As she came down, as the mega-watt bulbs of her climax dimmed and she returned to the dark shoe store, she exhaled and opened her eyes. Dylan still kneeled in front of her, a faint smile lit by the streetlights on his face. “Hello.”

  “Hello,” she replied as she peeled herself off the couch and ran her hands over his shirt. “You’re wearing far too many clothes.”

  He laughed as she undid his buttons, her normal dexterity returned with force. She tugged the dress shirt off his shoulders and yanked it free of his pants before throwing it down to claw at his undershirt. He tapped her hand, a gentle pause, and pulled the shirt off himself in a fluid tug, tossing it onto the growing pile on the floor.

  Her fingers ran over his skin, the smooth copper peaks and valleys of his abs and chest, and marveled in his strength and beauty. She wanted to dissolve into that masculine physique, lose her herself in his muscle until she liquefied—a melted pat of butter oozing and sliding over his skin. But then he moved, his fingers grazing her collarbone, and she remembered, remembered the magic of his touch, the friction and the sparks and the heat their bodies could make together. She dove for his belt, ripping the leather free to find the button of his trousers. She shoved them down, yanking his boxers in the process, until his cock sprang free.

  Her fingers wrapped around the velvet skin of his erection, and the throbbing pulse of his blood rushed and whooshed through his veins with the squeeze of her hand. His body swayed with her caress, an ebb and flow rocking in time to her hands as her fingers swooped over and around, circling his shaft, gripping his head and pulsing back down. He moaned, his hips coming alive under her stroke, rolling with each pull, rocking back with each slide. As she watched his control falter, watched him crack under the weight of her, Mandy split her legs wide and leaned forward, hinging at the hips until her lips found their prize.

  She wrapped her mouth around his cock, let his engorged flesh slip past her lips and fill her mouth till she could have swallowed him whole. His hands found her hair, running through the still-damp strands, fingers curling and twisting. Her tongue teased him, licking and flicking the length of him as her lips slipped and slid down and up, up and down.

  As she added her hand, a gentle circle wrapping around his shaft and bobbing in time to her mouth’s rhythm, Dylan groaned and tightened his grip on her hair. She smiled around his cock as his hands added pressure, guiding her head down and up, faster and faster, till she met his speed, her head a piston driving him into a frenzy. She was the current, the electricity coursing through Dylan’s body with every stroke of her tongue and lips and hand. His breathing grew hot and fast, a shallow huff-huff as Mandy gave him all she had. She grazed his shaft with her teeth in a pointed slide from bow to stern, and he spasmed, releasing into her mouth and down her throat. She took all he could give, sucking and swallowing till he collapsed around her.

  Dylan released her hair as Mandy released his cock, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and breathing deep. She leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes, a momentary rest while he recovered. Tasting his satisfaction, swallowing as it rocketed down her throat in ecstasy made Mandy feel strong and powerful and alive. She wanted to bottle it, cram it into a pill she could pop every day.

  The thought made her smile and lean forward, ready to share her inner humor, but before she could speak, before she could open her eyes, Dylan’s mouth surrounded her nipple, sucking and pulling. She cried out, a strangled scream, as her eyes shot open. She looked down, watched as Dylan drew her nipple into his mouth, watched as his hands ran up and down her sides, watched as he savored every inch of her. The electric current of his hands and mouth coursed through her, lighting her up, making her glow with expectation as he fondled and groped her on the couch.

  As he released her breast, he slid up her body to her lips, kissing and probing and searching with his tongue. He slid higher, leaning over her, pressing his body into her and she felt his erection, felt his cock hard and ready, pulsing against her stomach. “If I had a condom …” Dylan whispered between kisses, “Mandy … I’d … I’d be pounding you until you screamed.” He kissed her again, his tongue relentless in its pursuit of hers, lapping and rolling until she gasped for breath. As he pulled back, she smiled.

  “Till I screamed, hmm? Hand me my purse.” She pointed at it, a black shoulder bag sitting prim on the far side of the couch. He tilted his head, his whole body a question mark as he did her bidding. She took it from him and zipped it open before rifling through the compartments. “You mean like this?” she said as she held a single wrapped condom in her fingers.

  He leaned back, eyebrows raised as she tossed her purse onto the floor. “You stash condoms in your purse?”

  “Actually no. But I cleared out the jerk-off’s car this morning and saw them in the glove box. Thought I’d steal them so he’d be the one leaving disappointed from whatever hook up he’s lined up next. It’s about time.”

  Dylan laughed and shook his head. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”

  “Hmm. Well, you’re nothing but good right now.… So about this condom …. what was it you wanted it for?”

  “This,” he replied as he took it from her and ripped it open. He slid it down his shaft as Mandy watched and waited. As she opened her mouth to tease him again, his hands slid down her legs from thighs to ankles, gripping her tight. The move made her speechless, made her cut off mid-breath as he swung her legs together in front of him, hooking them over his shoulders and around his neck. The patent leather trapped his head in a glossy black embrace as his hands slid down the backs of her thighs. Mandy reached for the top of the couch, scrabbling for a handhold as Dylan thrust himself inside her. Mandy gasped as her fingers found the rolled edge, digging in and holding on.

  He rocked back, pulling out until his head toyed with her, a shallow-shallow thrust until he slammed into her again, buried to his hips. She cried out, called his name as he picked up momentum and found a rhythm, a one-one-two that had her panting and groaning in sync. As she moved with him, legs pinned straight up in the air, body set in motion by his hips, Mandy felt consumed. Her whole body a vibrating filament trapped inside a light bulb, her energy ricocheting around the store windows and setting the whole place aglow.

  Another moan escaped her lips and Dylan shifted, his hips sliding left and right until her muscles clenched around him, and she groaned in pleasure. He picked up speed, relentlessly pumping into her, the head of his cock sending sparks shooting through her with every thrust. Mandy felt consumed, a raging blaze caused by the shocks of their bodies joining in carnal rhythm. She wanted to burn, wanted the fire to char her skin and turn her to ashes, as she climaxed with Dylan inside her.

  As his right hand tightened around her hip, Dylan slid his left to her stomach, his thumb sliding down until it found her engorged clit, slick and needy. Mandy arched off the couch at his touch, at his fluttering over and over on the hardened nub. She screamed his name—a shock wave belting out from her lungs as he thrummed and thrust. With a final thrust, Dylan jerked and spasmed, a moan escaping his lips as he released. The knowledge of his climax, of his moment of ecstasy, sent her over, sent Mandy’s body spiraling into a matched bliss. As the waves of exhilaration hit her, she exploded, a blue light inferno of electric heat pulsing and undulating on the couch in the middle of the shoe store.

  Chapter Four

  Dylan unhooked Mandy’s legs, letting them slide down his body to wrap around his waist. She fell on him, draped over his body as they both emerged from their euphoria. Their breathing slowed, calmed, and regulated—a pair of burned filaments broken by the heat of their union.

  After a few minutes, Dylan slipped out, slid the condom off and stood up, sliding his pants back up his thighs. He slipped his undershirt on and found Mandy’s panties, sliding them over one boot and then another, up and up until she lifted and he slipped them back in place. He did the same with her bra— a gentle slide and sl
ip until he reached around her and hooked it in the back. As she pulled her dress back on, found the tie and secured it tight, she looked up at him and smiled.

  “I have to say, you really have turned a terrible day into a sensational night. If it weren’t for my shoe obsession, I’d have never come inside. And if you hadn’t forgotten to lock the door … well, thank you.”

  “Hmmm. I should be thanking you. If you hadn’t come in, if you hadn’t looked at me with those wide eyes full of longing over those boots…. I’d have missed out on the best sex of my life, right here in my shop.” Dylan laughed as he reached out a hand to help her up.

  Mandy stood, her hands resting on his chest as she reached up to kiss him. Their lips met and the briefest spark, the briefest glow fanned out across her skin. As she broke the kiss, she smiled. “So, I don’t suppose I could convince you to let me keep these, could I?” Mandy said as she kicked up a heel and grabbed the stiletto with her fingers. “Hmm?”

  Dylan laughed. “Of course you can keep them. Either that or I have to frame them—put them up on the wall so I can remember this night every time I look up.”

  “Or you could just look at the couch.”

  “Oh, I don’t think I’ll ever look at the couch the same way again.”

  “Well, thank you Dylan. For … everything,” she said as she turned to pick up her coat and purse.

  “You’re welcome. But Mandy,” Dylan replied as he grabbed her arm, “when can I see you again?”

  Mandy looked at him, her eyes shining in the streetlight, “Well, I’ve been eyeing a pair of strappy sandals over in the corner all night. Any chance you’d stay open late for me tomorrow? Maybe you could forget to lock up.”