by Allie Castro
“That’s it, baby,” he told her.
She asked him: “Are you all the way in, baby?”
He bit her neck, she scratched his back. He fucked her good. She said dirty things in his ear. He encouraged her for more.
“You can’t fuck me like Kyle did...”
He groaned. She sought his eyes. Their gaze met. She looked for approval “Okay?”
“Yes,” he hissed, pumping into her.
“Fuck me with your little pencil dick, Will, get off inside me...”
“God, oh God,” he panted, pulse racing, pleasure swirling. “Are you thinking of him?”
Her head went back into the pillow and she closed her eyes. “Dreaming of his big man cock, Will, wishing it was fucking me now instead of your thumb dick...”
“Fuck, Heather, oh fuck...”
“You sure?” her eyes were on his, pleading, wanting to please him, wet and shiny, but a measure of bliss on her features. She clutched his hair at the back of his head, caressed him.
“So sure, Heather, God, tell me...”
She grew bolder. “You going to put your little load in me?”
“Yeah...”
“Squirt those teeny grapes inside me?”
He nodded, cried in lusty pain. The bed squeaked and rocked; Heather’s breasts rolled in perfect circles on her chest in rhythm to his thrusting.
Pressure built up inside him to insane levels. Her arms went around him lovingly, and he kissed her neck and her chest as he pushed in and out of her. “Tell me more...”
She whispered near his ear, “Did you have the smallest dick out of all the guys?”
“Yeah...”
She stroked fingers through his hair. “Who had the biggest?”
“Ah, it was—”
“Let me guess, baby...”
“Who?”
She gasped, “Mickey?”
“Yeah. Mmm, oh God. How’d you know?”
“His bulge.”
“You look?”
“Uh-huh, fuck me faster, baby...”
“I’m gonna come, Heather, oh fuck, it’s huge, Heather, oh wow, oh...”
She hugged his head. “Kyle fucked me so good, Will, good and so deep, baby...”
He gritted his teeth, snorted, raised up, stared into her eyes.
She showed him woe and a desire to please him. “Fucked me with that big horse cock...”
“That’s it...”
Squeak, squeak, squeak...
“I’ve never been fucked like that, Will...”
“Never?”
“I took every inch he had...”
“You’re so bad...”
“You’ve got half the dick he had...”
“Oh fuck, Heather...”
“You should have seen his cock on top of your little penis...”
“It was so big,” he grunted.
“It felt so good inside me...”
He grunted, incredible pleasure seizing him.
She said, “Did you suck that big cock, get him wet for me?”
“Ah, fuck...”
“That was so hot, baby—did you suck his big balls?…”
“I did...”
“So heavy, so full of come...”
“Mm, ah... He came inside you...”
“He came inside me a dozen times, Will, he filled me up with his sperm...”
And with that, she tucked two fingers into her soft mouth, sucked them, withdrew them, glistening with her spit. With both hands, she clutched his ass cheeks while he fucked her hard enough to get the headboard knocking. Those two wet fingers slithered between his cheeks, the middle finger prodding to find his anus, inserting, sliding into him. At that moment, the bewildering proof his Heather had been transformed overtook him. Kyle had taught her that. Fucking her with his big dick, he’d told this other guy’s girlfriend to stick a finger in his ass...
Will bellowed, snorted like a bull as he came inside her.
Heather sighed, her face relaxing with calmness and happiness, feeling him go off inside her. And it was like a circuit closed. They had reunited. His shame was open, she accepted him. And what she’d done was now forgiven.
He fell on top of her, she hugged him. He fell asleep still inside her.
41
Much needed sleep enveloped him for a few hours. Heather stroking his hair woke him. She was looking in his eyes; she kissed his forehead. He groaned, shifted. While he’d slept, Heather had pulled up the sheets to cover them. He got the impression she’d never left the bed.
First thing she said: “I can do that for you.”
He groaned, “Do what?”
“I can say dirty things.”
He hid his face, embarrassed again at the things that turned him on. “Okay,” he said into the pillow.
“No, really, Will, I’ll do anything for you.”
He turned to regard her. “You’d do anything?”
“I’ll never stop saying I’m sorry. You don’t have to forgive me, but I swear to you I’m not going to stop loving you.”
“Would you do anything?”
“Anything,” she said. Their eyes connected. And somehow there was truth there, passing between them like invisible waves, like radiation. The way she said it he somehow understood that she got it. He hadn’t said a word, but somehow she knew what he wanted. If he asked her to, they would do it again. Maybe even with Kyle. As long as she stayed with him. What transpired was terrible. A learning lesson for both of them. And he felt like Heather learned her lesson. She wouldn’t do that to him again.
He smiled.
“What?”
“Can you grab my phone?”
She frowned.
“I thought you’d do anything.”
She chuckled and having him joke with her got her eyes rimmed with happy tears. “Where is it?”
“My shorts pocket. Floor, bottom of the bed.”
“Yeah,” she said, “sure,” wiping an errant tear away and crawling down to the foot of the bed. He watched her thin and perfect body on their bed, totally naked. She’d been naked with another man just yesterday morning. Climbing around on a king-size bed with another man. He picked up her foot and played with it while she leaned off the bed and brought up his shorts. He tickled her foot and got her jumping, yelling, and laughing.
“Come up here,” he said.
She smiled, slithered her way to join him, his phone in her hand.
He opened the screen, swiped the camera, held it above him and her for a picture.
“What are you doing?”
“Selfie. Put your face next to mine.”
“What? Will, we have sex face. Your cheeks are still all red.”
“That’s why I want to take the picture. Cheek against mine, please...”
She complied; his screen loomed with their two faces squashed together. They both indeed had sex faces. Hair tangled and clinging, cheeks still bright with blush even hours later. Heather smiled happily. He took the picture, brought the phone down and thumbed through apps.
“What are you doing now?” She curled next to him, watching his phone.
“Posting it.”
“Posting it? Will, it looks like we’re in bed fucking. You can tell we’re naked.”
“I want all our friends to know you’re home where you’re supposed to be...”
“Oh my God,” she moaned, thumped her forehead against his shoulder. “I’m never going to live this down.”
“...And I reclaimed you. I need everyone to know that.”
She kissed his shoulder, rested her chin on it, both of them staring at the screen held up in his hand, looking at their posted photo. He’d captioned it: Heather’s home.
They waited and nothing happened. She sighed; a heaviness fell on her. Photos of them together usually prompted a half dozen likes in the first few minutes. Word of Heather’s astounding betrayal and humiliation of Will had spread.
He rolled to his side, looked in her eyes. They stared at each
other a long time saying nothing; the sun shifted on the wall, getting ready to descend for the evening.
“I guess everyone’s going to talk,” she said, and he could see the tears wanting to return.
“My love is all that matters.”
She said, “I don’t deserve you.”
“Want me to cheer you up?”
“Yeah.” She huffed, chin dimpled, brow sad and heavy.
He rose from the bed and crossed the room, opened the top drawer of his dresser. When he turned, he said, “Can you sit at the edge of the bed?”
She nodded, got up, gathered sheets to cover her nakedness, inched to sit at the foot of the bed, her toes touching the floor.
“First time I saw you, Heather, I knew I was in trouble. Eleven years later and I can’t imagine a minute without you in my life and in my heart. The last five days prove that. No matter what. No matter what, Heather…”
“Will, you’re too good for me...”
He got between her legs, down on one knee. A velvet box was presented to her. Her eyes lowered; he flipped the clamshell lid. Her face lit with the sparkles reflected off one-point-two carats in a Princess cut.
“Heather, baby, I need to know. Will you please marry me?...”
Afterword
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