Because of Carson Moon

by Laine Watson

  So, since I couldn’t have sex or even see Carson, I did the next best thing. It had been a while since Owen and I had seen each other, so I made a house call.

  When Owen opened the door, I pushed him into his room, sucked his dick and let him fuck me until he couldn’t anymore. I knew I wouldn’t get fireworks but I at least expected a few sparks.

  I lay in Owen's bed after having sex with him thinking about how it failed in comparison to my experiences with Zo and Carson.

  Owen was usually good at sex and giving me orgasms. It was regular sex, albeit good, regular sex. No crazy stuff, no whips, no chains, no handcuffs, but it was always good. Zo hadn't used those things with me either. His regular sex was almost too overwhelming, but I was hoping we’d get to that. The best part of having sex with Owen was how rough and unforgiving his thrusts were. That was how I liked it. But this time, he wasn’t so rough, in fact he was sloppy and unmotivated.

  I glanced at Owen. “That's all? We're not going to do it again? We at least go two or three rounds.” I eyed him with pouty eyes.

  “I—I'm tired. Hell, I thought you might not even come, how you’ve been acting.”

  “I’ve been acting normal. What are you talking about?” I knew that wasn’t true.

  “Sorry,” he said, breathing heavily. “I wasn’t trying to upset you.”

  I darted my eyes at him, observing the sweat on his brow. What’s up with him? I sat up and put my clothes on.

  “Where’re you going?” Owen asked, lying back down.

  “Home.” I smiled sadly, staring down at his messy covers.

  My eyes veered over to his dark hardwood floor with the white area rug under his bed before I blinked hard in disappointment.

  “It was really good, wasn't it?”

  “It was.” Not. I smiled at him as I stood up.

  “You’re different somehow. Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah.” I smiled, “Everything’s great. I’ve got a good job. I like my apartment. I’m fine.”

  “You’re a woman now, not the freshman who let a senior copy her notes.”

  “You didn’t just copy my notes, you basically cheated on every test we had.” I scoffed. “You didn’t even need to do that, you just wanted some ass.”

  “True.” He laughed, though it was cut off by coughing.

  “Was it that good? Did I take your breath away?” I joked.

  “You always have.”

  My cheeks warmed as I smiled at him.

  “I’m going to be moving soon. Started my own business.”

  “Oh, that’s nice. Your own business huh? What kind?”

  “It’s kind of a strange aspiration. You know in a lot of my classes there were foreign students. They were seniors, but still struggling a bit to adapt to the language and culture. In my head, I’d like to bridge the gap. Is any of this making sense? I’d say it’s like a foreign exchange program. We’re calling it Lateral Language.”

  I heard him, but I wasn’t really listening.

  “Yeah.” I smiled.

  “The kid that’s helping me, he’s smart as shit. It’s basically just me and him right now, trying to figure out how we’re going to approach things. He’s a good kid, but...” He paused and stared at me with a strange look in his eyes. “I feel like he’s always taking what I care about.”

  The way he stared at me, made me so warm. I couldn’t help but giggle girlishly, hiding my eyes from him. That was the first time he had ever made me feel that way.

  “That’s a weird thing to say.” I frowned in confusion.

  He smiled affectionately. “Don’t worry. He’s like a little brother, so I know he’ll take care of those things.”

  What are you even talking about?” I laughed. “Like you always wanted a Mustang convertible and he got one first?” I mocked him.

  He chuckled and coughed a little. “Like I said, don’t worry about it.

  “Oh, you’re so mysterious tonight.” I teased him, playfully, “This is what you have for me instead of dick?” I paused, “That’s fine. I hope your new venture does well. And I hope your business partner stops being an asshole and stealing your dreams.” I giggled continuing to playfully ridicule him.

  “I know it will,” he said, calmly, sweetly, ignoring my playful taunting.

  For one moment, I felt connected to him, our smiles seemed to be aligned. That was a great feeling. And then reality snuck in.

  What is happening? Why is everyone making me feel like this? I’m not trying to have relationships like this. Fucking Carson coming in and making me soft—asshole.

  He stared at me, an affectionate gaze in his eyes. “See, if we don’t have so much sex, then maybe we could actually talk. You know, I think this is the first conversation we’ve ever had after having sex,” he said, starting to cough again as he sat up.

  This cough sounded bad, worse than the first time.

  “Are you okay?” I frowned. “You’ve been coughing a lot.

  He cleared his throat and wiped something off his arm.

  “Yeah. I’m good, I just... I think I hit the blunt too hard.” He smirked as he rose to his feet.

  I giggled.

  “Excuse me,” he said, leaving the room.

  He doesn’t smoke weed. I continued to laugh.

  He came back in the room with a bottled water and sat down on the bed again, placing the water bottle on the nightstand after he took a drink.

  “So did you ditch your friend that you won’t tell me about?” he asked with a malign smirk.

  “None of your business. You don’t tell me about your friends,” I said, rolling off the bed and getting dressed.

  He leaned back on the bed, a curious smile on his face, folding his hands behind his head.

  “Right you are.”

  “Whatever” I rolled my eyes, playfully. “See ya later.”

  “Bye, McKinzi,” he said, hauntingly as I opened his bedroom door. The tone of his voice penetrated me.

  I spun around and stared him right in the eyes, a peaceful smile on his face.

  “Yeah. Bye,” I whispered, unable to understand the chill that ran down my spine.

  Without saying another word I closed the door and left his apartment.

  Chapter 20: Sawyer

  When I got home, I climbed in my bed, naked. Out of frustration, I slid my hand down my body and used my index finger and middle fingertips to massage my pink pearl.

  A thought crossed my mind. I still need to be satisfied. I stared at my phone with painful eyes. I want to call Carson but I’m not in the mood to make love. If I’m being honest, that’s basically what me and Owen just did. I wish Zo was here.

  I loved and hated the way being with Carson made me feel. He was sensual and way too consuming. I wanted something rough and unforgivingly harsh. And the fact I was thinking about Carson’s love making made me sick to my stomach. My thoughts were so contradictory.

  I closed my eyes painfully, rising to my feet and slowly opening my door. I paused, staring into the darkness of the rest of the house. Why doesn’t he just go settle down with some nice innocent chick? Stop wasting his time with me—I’m sure it’ll happen eventually anyway. I said holding back my tears. What the hell is wrong with me? Am I about to cry? I don’t even want him, I want Zo. I convinced myself.

  Zo is so much more my speed, he’s just as dirty as I am. I can’t wait to try other things with him. I’m sure he’s got tricks up his sleeve. The only other person who would even come close to Zo’s acceptance of who I am is Sawyer. He’ll have to do. I stuffed my feelings for Carson and the small heart-pinching truth—that I’d never be good enough for him—deep into my subconscious.

  I really want to call Zo, I admitted to myself, continuing finally out of my room. Walking through the dark halls of my apartment, I started to call Sawyer, but then Kira called me. I turned the phone to face me and stared at Kira's number and picture on the screen. Shit, I’m a bad friend. I haven’t even been to see her. I’ve be
en so wrapped up these last couple of times I’ve seen Zo. I still haven’t told her anything about him. I’m not going to answer. I ignored the call as I placed the phone back to my ear. It was still ringing.

  “Hello?” Sawyer answered.

  “Sawyer.”

  “Hey!” he said.

  “What are you up to?”

  “Lying in bed, stroking my cock. You want to help me?”

  I laughed softly with a hint of sexy innocence. “I want you to come fuck me.”

  “Sure,” he answered casually. “What McKinzi's pussy wants, I will always give.”

  “Okay. See you in ten minutes.”

  “Five.”

  Heh. The call ended and I headed to my room.

  I waited for a few minutes, but I couldn't wait anymore ... I needed something. So, I took out my bullet; I wanted to get some stimulation before he got there. The vibration on my lady switch was enough stimulation to get ready for Sawyer. When he knocked on the door, I pulled him inside, meeting him at the door butt-ass naked and dripping wet.

  “Hey...” he smirked, as I pushed him backwards against the door, pulling his shirt over his head, slowly gliding down his body to finish taking off the rest of his clothes and right there, before he could get further into the apartment, I sucked his dick as if it were the last drop of water and I had been in the desert for ten years.

  In the back of my mind, my arousal peaked as I recalled moments with Zo over those last few months. The more I thought about Zo’s thick, long rod, the more I shoved Sawyer’s dick down my throat. Sawyer’s was just as big, just as thick, just as delicious as Zo and Carson’s, but Zo was dirty like me. The thing about Sawyer was, he just did what I told him to. I didn’t know his limits or even what he wanted, what he liked opposed to what he didn’t. He’d do anything with me, so long as I requested it. Sometimes I wanted him to take control. I pulled him up off the floor after I let his dick slip past my lips with a splat of my saliva and his juices.

  We could barely make it to my room. When the door swung open it hit the wall, though the loud sound didn’t gain either of our attention and Sawyer threw me on the bed. I squirmed as he pulled his tanned, muscular body away from me. I knew where he was headed, right to my closet. He knew where everything was and he was going to open my box of toys and get out whatever he wanted.

  When he returned, he was holding two pairs of handcuffs and a ball gag. I sat up slightly and snatched the handcuffs from him. He smirked and surrendered to me as he laid beside me on the bed, reaching back to put the gag ball on the nightstand. I rose to my feet at the edge of the mattress as he scooted to my tall wooden headboard with the square pillars at the edge. He gave me his hands and I cuffed each one to a corner end of the headboard. His mockingly sexy smirk as I did this made me want to hit him in the face, but my smile was just as devilish.

  There he lay, handcuffed to my bed. His dick rose to its stiffest state, and all I wanted to do was get it down my throat again. I pounced right on top of him, and I knew he wanted to taste me, I could hear it in his grunts and groans. His legs trembled over and over as his body shook while I owned his dick, and there was nothing he could do about it. When I was good and ready to stop sucking his cock and playing with his balls, I giggled as his lips quivered with so much desire with me, his body flinched with arousal, I could taste it in the clear white liquid that dripped out of the tip of his manhood.

  I was drenched in my own juices and I know it was torture for him to watch me sit reverse cowgirl as his rod slid slowly into my pool of moisture. My moans flowed out loudly as he entered me. I gazed back at my ass as it bounced on his dick. I smirked at him in between sucking my teeth to signify how good it felt, but the smirk was just to be ornery. I knew he wanted to smack my ass until it turned red with his hand prints visible on my skin. But I was dominating and sliding my wet, creamy pussy up and down his shaft. I knew once I let him loose, he was going to give me everything I wanted, so I’d better enjoy my reign while it lasted. And I did. I knew he was doing everything he could to hold in his cum, and he succeeded as he groaned and grunted, closing his eyes tightly.

  “Fuck!” he groaned, as I heard the cuffs rattle against the headboard for the last time.

  I swung my hair around and let his glistening dick slide out of me slowly. I fluttered my tongue on it and kissed up his body, and he chomped his teeth at me. I laughed sexily, basking in his frustration. I went over to my sex box and took my time finding the key. I sat down on the floor and slid my middle finger up and down between my folds, my legs wide at an angle I knew Sawyer could see.

  “Get your ass over here!” he grunted but I politely ignored him as I eased my finger inside of me and wigged it around. I squirmed and pressed my palm as flat as I could on my mound and eased my finger out of me. I put it up to my mouth and gave low, seductive eyes to Sawyer as I sucked my own dripping fingers.

  “Mmm... Want some?” I said and pulled the key out of the box—I knew where it was all along. I swayed over to him and kissed his chest and just for the heck of it, before I unlocked the cuffs I hopped on the bed and stood over his face, bending down so my canal fell right into his mouth. He wasted not a single moment, devouring it on impact. His tongue, stiff against my folds. He let it flutter over my nub and then pulled it all into his mouth. I yelped and pulled away from him furrowing my eyebrows as my legs weakened. I spun around and sat down on his middle, letting all my wetness slide over his stomach and area closest to his rod. As I reached to the left, extending my arm to unlock one of the sets of handcuffs, his face brushed against my breast and seconds later my nipple stung as I opened the handcuff. I glanced down and Sawyer had bitten my nipple and was beginning to suck it as his hand swung over to me. He pulled me closer to him forcefully and bit me again. My head flew back in ecstasy as I moaned, putting my hands on his shoulders. I forgot about the other handcuff for a half of a second. His hand traveled down my arm and he snatched the key out of my hand. And unlocked the other cuff himself. They fell to the edge of the bed and slipped onto the floor. Our eyes locked as he wrapped his arms around me for a moment. I loved this moment, the one moment where I actually felt like someone wanted me more than they wanted anything in the world. That’s when I knew he was about to give me all he had—hopefully it was enough.

  Without looking away from me, he reached for the ball gag on the nightstand and slowly wrapped it around my face. He pulled the handcuffs off the bed where they had dropped when I unlocked them. He pointed his index finger downward in the air and swirled it around. I knew that meant he wanted me to turn around. So I bowed my head and turned around. He snapped each cuff around my wrists behind my back and grabbed me by the neck and pushed me sideways until my legs slid off the bed and my feet were planted firmly on the floor. By my neck he pressed my face into the covers. I turned to the side and he moved my hair out of my face.

  “Oh, Kin. Why do you do this to me every time?” His voice had a tender seduction to it, mixed with a ravenous man.

  Because I know, you’re going to take all that frustration out on my ass.

  He positioned my ass in the air, arching my back. The more anticipation that rose in me the more I could feel my juices pooling around between my folds. As he held my hips firmly, he slid inside of me.

  I moaned, wishing that ball gag was his dick, or Zo’s dick, or Carson’s dick. I even licked it when I couldn’t help myself. I shuddered when the sting of Sawyer’s hand, forcefully bouncing against my ass as he picked up pace, propelling through me, rocking his hips, made me whimper. Though it was muffled it was audible. As his strides got longer and his pushes became harder, my legs gave out and he held me up by my hips as he ravished me. He held my arms tightly as he rocked his hips, crashing into me, and I moaned with every hit. He dropped my arms and pulled out of me.

  “Can I backdoor you?” he whispered.

  I giggled.

  I’ve been waiting for it.

  He smiled and grabbed the lube that he keeps
in his nightstand drawer. The cool liquid that coated his fingers allowed him to slip them inside me with ease, prepping me for entry. When I was good and aroused, he slowly eased his manhood into my second hole, and I closed my eyes letting the pain of my insides widening around his dick slip away as he got deeper and started to thrust. The pain faded and the pleasure set in. He grunted with every thrust. And the smacks came every few seconds, making me jump, making me spread my legs and beg for him to get deeper inside of me.

  “Oh.” He paused. “Oh. Delicious.” He groaned, leaning down to grab the ends of my hair and wind it around his fist and my head slowly rose upward. I moaned and moaned, until I was screaming with pleasure and I could no longer control myself. My body was shaking, and my orgasm fell upon me deeply. He could stand no more and he pulled out and splattered his seed all over.

  My body dropped to the bed and he pushed my weak, trembly legs onto the bed as I moaned while my insides throbbed and contracted. He undid the handcuffs and my arms fell beside me. He took the gag ball from around my face. I let out a breathy sigh with my eyes closed.

  That was good, but I could go again. Sawyer, do you have it in you to fuck me again, over and over until I’m satisfied?

  I moaned in a whiny tone, opening my eyes to him.

  “Anything else? Heh.” He smirked, mischievously.

  I’m sure he thought he had incapacitated me, I let him think that.

  “No. You’re free to go.”

  “I know,” he said, looking to his left. It was almost as if I saw a bit of disappointment in his eyes. But I said nothing. He left the room. I thought he’d return to say goodbye, but he didn’t. After a few minutes I heard my door open and shut. I knew he was gone. With a sigh, I lifted myself up off the bed to a seated position. I shook my head and closed my eyes painfully.