Firecracker Under Pressure - Firecracker #3 (Erotic Romance) by Megan Flint Page A

point with Trixie, knowing full well what she was building towards. In fact it was just the opposite. He charged towards her release with eager abandon.
    When Trixie started approaching her fever pitch, they were in the long hallway of her apartment, having never quite made it to the bedroom. She was straddling him as her hidden reservoir heated to a boil, fired lightning through her body, and burst forth unbidden, gushing rivers onto Cy that ran off his body like tributaries through the creases of his stomach muscles. At least they were on hardwood floors rather than carpet, Trixie thought before blacking out.
    She regained herself, still screaming, now with her downstairs and upstairs neighbors banging on their ceiling and floor with broomsticks and boots respectively. Cy loved it, reveled in her juices, and came without restraint, his tight balls slapping up against her ass with each rapid thrust.
    They lay on the floor afterward, staring at each other on their sides, utterly satisfied and spent.
    “I missed you,” Trixie said. It wasn’t a lie. She had missed him, despite the fact that her last week had been filled with another man. That didn’t change her feelings towards Cy. They were no less what they had been.
    “I moved to the city.”
    That’s when he told Trixie for the first time. As the story unfolded, she learned that he had been here all week setting up his place. If he had been tempted to swing by at any point, or even walk by her apartment casually, it was possible that he could have seen her with Erik though a window. She never drew the blinds closed. Trixie watched him closely as he told her about the move, but there was no hint that Cy knew anything about Erik.
    Trixie had a choice to make, but one that forked off in multiple directions. She considered them all as Cy told her about his new job. She was barely paying attention to the details while nodding politely.
    Option one. Keep seeing both men and tell them about each other. She had no idea if either man would be willing to share. They each brought something different to her table, and Trixie did enjoy variety. Having two men in her life would certainly satisfy every craving she had on a regular basis. They’d have to be alternated of course, a threesome would be pushing it, but she felt confident that a beneficial schedule could be arranged for all parties involved. She had her largest doubts about Cy, especially as he had just moved to the city. His claim of having no expectations would certainly be tested. As for Erik, she suspected he might be okay with it, but then again, he might not. Option one basically meant leaving the choice in their hands.
    Option two. Keep seeing both men, but without telling them about each other. The fact that Cy had moved to the city didn’t make Trixie beholden to him all of a sudden, nor did dating Erik for one week make her his property. Trixie was the sole mistress of her own life. Sex wasn’t a binding contract in her world. Sex was a recreation. Scheduling would be a lot more challenging. There could be no overlapping visits.
    Option three. Stop seeing Cy. Trixie couldn’t take this idea seriously even for a second, especially after the full servicing he had just given her. It’s easier to move on from somebody after the memory of them has faded over time, but now, with everything she loved about Cy freshly reinforced in all of her pretty orifices, she couldn’t conceive of cutting him from her life. Dammit. Well played Mister Foley. You chose the perfect moment to drop your I’ve-moved-into-the-city bomb.
    Option four. Stop seeing Erik. Equally undesirable. She had spent so long trying to find one man who was comfortable with her squirting orgasm. Now that Trixie had found two, she was loathe to part with either of them, especially as Vanessa was still hovering around. She would swoop in like a vulture of broken hearts, exactly like she did the first time, and ruin him again. Erik was was still