by S. C. Adams
“We’ve never even been out on an official date!” I yelled. “Should I be freaked out? This seems really fast, and yet, I don’t mind it. Am I crazy?”
“I think you should discuss your feelings and desires openly and honestly with Aiden sometime Sunday,” says Lily. “Both of you need to lay your cards out on the table and figure out where to go from here.”
“I’ll drink to that!” I say. “Let’s get some fucking shots!”
11
Aiden
I am feeling nervous on my way to pick Kate up from her apartment. It’s unusual for me to feel any sort of anxiety when it comes to women, but like most things related to Kate, she is proving just how much of an exception she really is.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since the moment we parted on Friday. Now that she is back in my limo, I can’t stop staring at her.
She is wearing tight-fitting jeans and a nice silk shirt. She is playing it safe for a dinner with my elderly grandparents, but even in safe mode, she looks sexy as hell. I’m amazed by just how out of control she makes me, even by doing nothing.
“What?” she asks after many seconds of me staring at her.
“You look absolutely beautiful,” I say.
“Thanks,” she says with a smile.
“You nervous?” I ask.
“Yes,” she answers.
I’m surprised by this revelation. I’ve never known her to be anything but confident and intrepid.
“Is it weird that I’m nervous?” she asks.
“No, I just can’t imagine anything making you nervous,” I say. “You’ve been so strong and undaunted through all my bullshit.”
“This is different,” she says. “I’m meeting your—basically your parents!”
“Please don’t be nervous,” I tell her. “They’re going to love you, and I know that for a fact.”
“You’re talking like I’m your girlfriend or something,” she remarks.
“Well, I just figured that’s what you were nervous about, you know? What else would you be nervous about?”
“So, how am I being introduced?” asks Kate. “Am I your special friend, or am I just your PR head?”
“Whatever you’re most comfortable with,” I say.
“How are you not nervous?” she asks in a huff. “They’re your grandparents. Aren’t you afraid of what they’ll think of me?”
“No, because I know they’ll love you,” I say again. “I’m excited to introduce you to them. They mean the world to me, and you? Well, you’re already starting to mean a lot to me lately, and so I think it’ll be fun.”
I can’t tell for sure, but Kate appears to soften after that. She seems more laidback, but I can’t tell if it’s an act. My intention has never been to make her uncomfortable or put pressure on her. I’m starting to rethink things, just as I never do with anything else, but like I do with her constantly.
I decide to go through with the risk for the simple reason I’ve given her: I want my grandparents to meet her.
My driver drops us off at the house and parks the limo on the side of the street to wait for us, per usual Sunday etiquette. We knock on the door and wait for Nana to answer. To my surprise, both of my grandparents answer the door.
“Hello, you two!” Nana greets us.
“Hi!” we both return, with open arms.
My grandparents give me some slight shade by going to hug Kate first before me. It’s still a nice gesture. They escort her into the house and through to the kitchen, talking her ear off along the way. I’m thrilled to see just how happy they all are to meet each other.
Kate relaxes fast once she realizes that she isn’t going to have to do much of the talking or entertaining. We all have a fun, laugh-filled dinner, but the levity and comedy are entirely provided by my grandparents.
Throughout the meal, they tell Kate several embarrassing stories from my teen years. They talk about my first car—that I subsequently wrecked like a fool—my time in middle school jazz band, and about the dumb girls I used to date in high school. They give her enough details to write a whole novel based on my childish exploits.
Ordinarily, I won’t take the abuse, but I’m a total sucker for Kate. I enjoy seeing her laugh too much, and she is getting quite a kick out of hearing what an idiot I was when I was younger. I can’t get over how cute she is.
I only stand up from the table once to pour myself another glass of wine, but my grandfather joins me on my brief kitchen excursion to try and not so inconspicuously talk to me about Kate.
“This girl is really nice,” Papa says.
“Yeah, she really is,” I agree.
“You thinking of keeping this one?” he asks.
“Keep this one?” I ask. “Way to make me sound like a player, Papa. Come on. You don’t think I’m being a gentleman tonight? Especially with all these humiliating anecdotes you and Nana keep telling the nice girl.”
“She loves them,” Papa says, waving me off. “She likes you a lot. I can tell.”
“You think?”
“Yeah, I do, but listen. She’s a really pretty girl, but you can’t keep staring like that at her. Girls tend to notice that sort of thing.”
“Got it, Papa.” I laugh.
As I join my grandfather back at the table and sit at my seat right beside Kate, I can’t help but accept that I’m growing even more attracted to her than I was before that evening. She fits in with the family like a glove, and we complement each other quite well, I think. Seeing how well we keep working outside of the bedroom makes me want to return to the bedroom even more.
At the end of the night, as we take our leave back to the limo out front, my grandparents give us both another long hug for the road and send us on our way.
“We want to see you again,” Nana tells Kate. “You’ll have to come back for dinner another Sunday.”
“We’ll break out the photo albums next time,” Papa threatens.
“Okay, we’ll see you in a couple of months,” I say jokingly.
“Thank you so much for having me,” Kate says to my grandparents. “I really enjoyed being here tonight. Thank you for dinner.”
“We enjoyed it, too,” Nana assures her.
We all give hugs one more time and go our separate ways. I’m tempted to grab onto her hand, but I resist.
“I really had a nice time, Aiden,” says Kate. “Thank you for inviting me over.”
“Thank you for coming,” I say back.
“I love your grandparents,” she says. “They’re really so sweet. And they’re so warm! I could’ve walked right over to their couch and taken a nap after that meal.”
“No kidding,” I agree. “Don’t think I haven’t done that before.”
“Did they like me? I think they did, but I overthink things.”
“You’re overthinking right now,” I inform her. “They really liked you a lot. If they invited you back for another dinner, they want you around. My grandfather asked me if I was going to make a move on you or not.”
“Oh, did he now?” she asks, amused. “What did you tell him?”
“I don’t think I gave a real answer, come to think of it,” I reply honestly.
“So, what are we doing now?” Kate asks.
“Whatever your heart desires, milady.”
I hold the limo door open for her to go in first. She stops before climbing in, looking like she is about to kiss me. I wait for it.
“We never talked about work once with them,” she observes. “They didn’t even ask me about work or anything. Sounded like we were all just talking and getting to know each other.”
“Does that bother you?” I ask.
“No, just saying,” she adds with a wink before stepping into the limo.
We drive straight from my grandparents’ house back to Kate’s apartment. I expect to keep things simple: light conversation on the drive, a quick hug goodbye, and maybe a kiss on the cheek or hand.
My driver goes to her side an
d holds the door open for her. I’m surprised by what she says next.
“Would you like to come up for a nightcap?”
I can’t play it cool in that moment. I’m pleased to hear her invitation. A happy grin quickly plasters onto my dumb face.
“I would love to,” I reply.
I get out of the door with her, letting her get a few feet ahead of me so that I can whisper to my driver.
“I’m going to be good for the rest of the night,” I tell him. “I’ll text you in the morning when I want to be picked up.”
“Sounds good, sir,” my driver replies.
I follow Kate inside to her place. I even follow her into the kitchen while she gets glasses for us to drink out of. I don’t want to be away from her for even a second.
“You don’t think it’s dangerous to share liquor with me in private?” I ask.
“Of course, it’s dangerous,” says Kate. “But I’m willing to risk it. I’m having way too good a Sunday to stop having fun now.”
She pours us both some whiskey. I really like that she can handle hard alcohol. She just keeps reminding me of more reasons why I’m so impressed by her. I want no one else. She is ruining other women for me.
“Cheers,” she says, holding up her glass.
“To good Sundays,” I say, clinking my glass with hers.
We down our shots fast. Then, in an instant, she is filling our empty glasses with more whiskey.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“What, can you not handle a second shot of whiskey?” she asks. “What are you scared of, Mr. Marx?”
“I’m afraid of nothing,” I say, laughing. “Pour the shot.”
She does as she’s told. We clink our glasses together and down our shots faster than we did our first.
“How badly do you want to fuck me right now?” Kate asks me.
“More than you know.”
“I think I can kind of tell. I don’t even have to see the growing bulge in your pants. I can see it in your eyes, Mr. Marx. The desire that keeps pulling you back to me over and over. Why can’t we resist each other? Are we too weak to stop?”
“I think we just don’t want to,” I surmise. “We both know how good it is when we’re together. We’ve become addicted to one another.”
The desire is literally pulling us closer together. The more I speak, the closer our bodies gravitate toward each other.
“We found each other,” I continue. “We’ve been given a gift here. We’re two people that are having some of the best sex of their lives, right?”
“Oh yes.”
“This is wrong, but I don’t care,” I say. “I’m willing to keep misbehaving if you are. We’re being discreet. I would never try and have sex with you in a public place like my Tech Wreck office again.”
“That’s too bad,” she retorts. “I rather liked getting fucked on your desk.”
“So, what do you say?” I ask bluntly. “Would you like to get fucked all around your apartment for a while?”
12
Kate
I’m biting my lip so hard that I’m afraid I’ll draw blood. He is now standing only a couple of inches from me. I can feel the warmth from his hot body emanating and soaking into me instantly. I’m so wet and ready for him.
“Why don’t I take us to my room?” I whisper before his succulent lips can touch mine.
I take him by the hand and guide him down my hallway toward our chambers. Little do I know that I’m walking into the hottest night of sex and passion that I’ve ever experienced. Little do I realize what kind of night we have in store for ourselves.
I push him onto my bed, naively under the assumption that I’m in total control because we are in my bedroom, in my apartment, on my turf. He relents at first, curious as to what I have in mind for him.
I want him to see just how turned on I am. I want to get him so worked up that he will beg me to get on the bed and ride his fat dick. My first move is to strip for him. I take off my clothes, slowly but surely, mouth agape and longing to be filled.
I’m not even fully naked when he reaches his hand down his pants. I can’t see what he’s doing, but he’s enjoying seeing me there. I’m only in my bra and thong underwear. I turn around so that he can see my ass.
“Give it a smack,” he mutters.
Using both hands, I smack both cheeks of my ass for him, smacking them repeatedly until I can feel them turning red.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” says Aiden.
“You better do that to me, boy,” I say.
“Smack your ass like that?” he asks with delight. “Hell yeah, I’ll do anything to that ass that you want.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
I turn back around, and I see him lying back on the bed, shuffling his pants down and off his legs. Once he sees me looking at him, his undivided attention returns to me. He licks his lips, whetting his appetite for the eye candy he’s about to devour.
He watches me gleefully as I take off the rest of my clothes. I slowly remove my bra, staring at him as I do so. Then, as I slide my moist panties down my legs, I watch him throw off his shirt. He’s now sitting on his knees, only in his boxers, sporting his mighty weapon, ready to pierce it deep into me.
I don’t need to see his long, erect cock to tell how insanely turned on he is. He has his hand down in his boxers, playing with himself, unable to take the few seconds necessary to remove his underwear before masturbating.
“Take those boxers off so I can suck that big dick,” I say enticingly. “You know I crave your size.”
He does as he is told again. He sits on my bed, fully naked, with his throbbing boner in one hand and another reaching out at me.
“I’m ready to taste your virile come,” I say, giggling as I join him in bed.
I crawl toward him, ready to go down on him and swallow his honey, but I’m unable to complete my move as the aggressor. Before I can even touch or kiss his cock, he springs at me, on the offense, and attacks first like the alpha male he is.
He grabs me by the legs, and with a simple twist of his wrists, he flips me over so that I’m lying down on my side. I barely have time to be surprised. He is beating me to it. He isn’t just licking his lips because he is horny. He is hungry.
He gives me oral, eating my pussy out like he is starving. I immediately give in to his power, letting him feast while I moan and tremble for him. He keeps both his hands on my thighs, keeping me secure in place while he has his dessert.
His tongue moves fast, and it’s bouncing against my walls and frequently grazing against my clit, hitting it just right.
I come surprisingly fast. In barely a minute’s time, I’m desperately reaching for Aiden’s head to keep him secure like he is doing with my entire body. Even though I’m tightening around his tongue and secreting on his lips, he doesn’t stop.
Despite my first orgasm ending, he continues to feast on me. He slows down, lapping up my juices while I recover from the intense oral pleasure. My pussy is numb for over a minute from his excellent service.
I can barely move the lower half of my body, but I manage to escape from Aiden’s grasp. I slither down to the edge of the bed, hoping to return the favor and swallow his juices like he had mine.
He prevents me from putting his dick in my mouth yet again. This time, we at least are thinking of the same position, if only slightly amended for his purposes. He grabs me and picks me up off the bed so that he can adjust me how he wants. He lays me on my back, right at the edge of the bed, with my legs wide open and my glistening cunt eager and ready for him.
He shoves his cock deep inside of me. He goes as deep as he can upon entry, pushing every inch of him in until we are both moaning as loud as our voices will allow. He barely even has to thrust and move to get me into another state of unbridled ecstasy. I grab onto his arms, holding him for dear life while he works my body like never before.
I know that it’s unlikely he’s close. I also know how unusual it is for the woman to fini
sh so much quicker than the man, but I can’t help it.
I think he knows that I’m close. His thrusts become less frequent, but each one drills into me just a little bit deeper each time. With each new threshold we cross and the more he stretches me out, the more powerful my orgasms appear to be.
I don’t even need to tell him I have reached my climax. I make it no secret. I scream loud and long for him, surely covering his thick dick with my plentiful juices. Even once I have finished, he doesn’t stop his continual thrusts.
He grins, aware of what he’s just done to me. “Should I stop?”
“Keep fucking me with that hard cock, Aiden. Can we switch positions?”
Without disconnecting from me, he wraps his arms around me and picks my body up. I wrap my legs around him, assuming that he’s going to take me and nail me against the wall. We stand there for a few minutes, his throbbing cock giving us both power. I kiss him all over his face, reeling in carnal bliss.
He instead sits on the edge of the bed himself, with me now sliding down into his lap, still tightly and firmly connected to his fine shaft. He gives me one thrust out of nowhere that startles me, knocking the breath out of me.
“Can you handle it, baby?” he asks me.
“Let’s fuck each other’s brains out, honey,” I say zestfully.
We ride each other this way for quite some time. It easily and instantly becomes one of our favorite positions in our repertoire. We are able to be so close to each other, touching intimately while we fervently and passionately fuck each other, charging our drives up to levels that I thought impossible. I think that surely, any minute, one of us will succumb, but neither of us wants the sensational ride to end.
We switch positions again, also at my behest. I simply lunge forward at him, knocking his body back so that I can dominate and be on top. Finally, he lets go just a bit so that I can lead and rock his body. He lets me ride him for several minutes, pulling out growls and laughs of pleasure with nearly every move I make. The only time he becomes involved is when I have finally gotten him close. He grabs onto my ass, smacking it hard, growling louder the closer he gets to his big finish, and giving me nice little thrusts up into me. Until, finally, I can feel him burst, shooting his hot load up far into me, burying it deeper into my pussy with each push.
