‘Does Simon like doing this to you?’
‘No … no he’s all … gentle,’ she moaned.
‘Does he make your cunt as wet as I do?’
‘No Gabe, no one ever has.’
‘Does he make you come every time?’
‘No,’ she cried as her body spasmed. I smiled to myself and checked my watch again, not bad. An orgasm in under two minutes from penetration alone, that was a new record for Chelsea.
‘Why do you cheat on him?’ I demanded, curious. I couldn’t understand why she kept going out with guys and cheating on them. Why not just be upfront like me and not get attached?
‘I don’t, only with you Gabe, I can’t resist you, not since I first saw you, since I first seduced you. You’re even better than I could have ever imagined you’d be that first time I … o God … that first time was so wrong, but so right and your cock’s gotten even bigger as you’ve matured,’ she panted as I continued to pound into her.
‘He has grown a bit hasn’t he,’ I nodded proudly. I’d filled out everywhere, at six foot one, with my ripped physique, my cock had grown in proportion and women loved him, which made me exceptionally happy, as I was pretty fond of him too.
‘He’s the biggest I’ve ever had,’ she groaned as her knuckles tightened on the desk when I ploughed through her swollen flesh again. I started to thrust into her two holes harder. This was my preferred way of fucking, I only fucked, making love wasn’t in my repertoire. I liked my women compliant, eager to please and at my mercy. No unnecessary attachments. I’d tied Chelsea up a few times and teased her until she screamed at me to stop and begged me to fuck her, I also enjoyed that. The end result was always about me getting off, but I loved taking my time and having them beg me for more. The better I made them feel, the more word got out how good I was. Not like I needed much help in attracting women, but I always took the attitude if you were going to do something, do it well. The thought of her tied and gagged made my balls constrict, I’d have preferred to have had more time with her. I’d have loved to have bent her over one of those stools in the staff room, tied her hands and feet to the legs and fucked her in both holes until she begged me to stop.
‘Come now, Chelsea,’ I ordered. She nodded as I leaned over her and lifted her off the floor with every slam into her, my balls ricocheting off the back of her thighs. I held off until I felt her orgasm starting and then groaned and emptied myself into her as she cried with pleasure. I pulled out of her, ripped off the condom and screwed it up in some paper from the bin, then buried it back in there. By the time I’d wiped myself off with a tissue and tucked myself back in, she was standing and had shuffled her dress back down.
‘That was amazing, as usual,’ she smiled, then tiptoed up to kiss me. I turned my cheek to avoid her catching my lips. I really wasn’t into kissing unless it was during the build up to sex.
‘Yeah, thanks.’
‘Can I use the loo to clean up?’
‘Don’t. I like the idea of you going home and Simon eating you out or fucking you, not knowing you’re full of my come.’
‘You’re so bloody kinky,’ she giggled. ‘Call me soon?’
‘Sure,’ I nodded. I kissed her cheek, unlocked the doors and watched her disappear into the lift and sighed heavily. I’d just got off, so why did I still feel so fucking empty inside? I used the bathroom to wash up and punched in the code to lock up and headed home.
Dad was away, again, he was hardly ever at home now. He’d based himself at the firms New York office and had purchased an apartment over there. I pretty much lived on my own in his big house here. I stood in the dark staring at the contents of the brightly lit fridge, I couldn’t be bothered to make anything so I went to bed.
I was still awake at three a.m. I hadn’t slept well since I was a child, not since Mum died. When I used to have trouble sleeping, she would climb into bed with me and put one arm around me, stroking my hair while she read me stories. I didn’t know why I even bothered coming to bed early, I’d just lie here every night running through all the ways I could’ve acted differently that day, all the ways that didn’t end up with her chasing me, falling and haemorrhaging.
‘Fuck Gabe, pull yourself together,’ I muttered as I wiped some stray tears from my face. ‘You’re a grown bloody man.’
I tried to think about my swimming technique, what I could do to improve it. I’d missed out at the Olympic trials by a fraction of a second and boy, had that pissed me off. I focussed on that, anything to help me get through the night, anything to stop me having that nightmare again. The one where the bottom of the stairs is covered in pure white snow, until crimson spreads across it, as the ghost of my mother stands in the middle of the pool of blood clutching her stomach and cries ‘You did this, you killed us Gabriel.’
One week ago
I stared out of the window of the taxi, Doug sitting by my side fiddling with his DSLR camera. It was my birthday, nineteen years old, finally in a relationship, but still bloody miserable. Doug had tried to cheer me up yesterday, first day of freshers’ week, by dragging me around the corridors of Uni trying to spot a new girl who might take my fancy. He knew I was already bored with my relationship with Julie. Hell, I knew I was bored of it within a couple of dates, but she was sweet and kind, the sort of girl a guy could settle down with and get married to. We’d both known her for years, she was on the city swim team too. I’d always known she fancied me, she always seemed hurt that she was the only one of her team that I hadn’t fucked, but she seemed too innocent to corrupt like that, a lot more innocent than the rest of the girls’ team. She really deserved better than me, she deserved a guy that was going to commit to her properly.
I’d called Chelsea last New Year’s Eve and she’d sneaked out of the house she shared with her latest boyfriend John, and we’d had sex outside up against her lounge wall, while he was sitting inside watching TV. When I’d woken up the following morning, I just couldn’t bear the thought of carrying on for another year like that. I knew I needed to try having a relationship, maybe the sort of love my mum and dad had for each other was slow growing. All I knew was I wanted to try and Julie seemed the perfect girl to do it with. So I’d asked her out nine months ago and regretted it immediately when she started to cry with happiness.
She was so not my type. She was really tall, too athletically built, with no curves or tits or arse, but she was blonde. Blondes were my first choice, red heads next, but rarely brunettes. I’d tried really hard to be a “normal” boyfriend for her, but I just wasn’t feeling it and was worried she was going to get too attached to me. I kept making excuses not to go on dates, I never invited her back to mine, we always fucked after swimming practice in the pool changing rooms when everyone had gone, or in a hotel if I was desperate. I’d pay for the night, but leave the minute I was done and felt like a complete shit every time I saw her crestfallen face. I’d been determined to keep trying, to feel something, anything for her other than friendship and fondness, but it just wasn’t happening. I looked down as my phone rang for the fourth time and sighed.
‘Chelsea?’ asked Doug, without looking up from his camera’s display.
‘Yeah,’ I sighed and pressed ignore. She’d not been happy that I’d not seen her for so long and as it was my birthday it obviously held special memories for her.
‘You seriously still haven’t fucked her? In nine months?’
‘No, I’m with Julie. I may be a shit boyfriend Doug, but I don’t bloody cheat.’
‘Got to say I’m impressed dude, never thought you had it in you.’
‘To not cheat?’
‘No, you’re a decent guy. I meant to stick with Julie for so long. It’s really not happening though is it?’
‘No, no it’s really not,’ I sighed as I looked back out of the window. ‘I’m thinking about breaking it off.’
‘Christ, hope you’re prepared for a bucket load of tears. Don’t do it tonight, she spent ages rounding everyone up for your bir
thday, she’ll be gutted.’
‘Well it’s going to have to be soon, I haven’t had sex with her since I realised my feelings for her aren’t going to change, and I need sex. It’s been four bloody weeks, I’ve never gone this long without since I was thirteen.’
‘We have the rest of freshers’ week to find you someone else to let off some steam with dude, just stick with her for a bit longer.’
‘Fine,’ I muttered. It was hardly fair to her, but Doug was right, breaking up with her now would be even worse. Maybe I was being unreasonable, maybe I needed to make more of an effort, after all the only common factor in my fucked up life was me.
I smiled politely as everyone sang happy birthday to me in the bar. I’d decided to break my rule tonight and drink, not excessively, alcohol was full of sugar which was as hazardous to my physique as anything. Plus I either got really aggressive if I drank too much, or I turned into some bloody girly emotional mess and that I didn’t like at all. First I didn’t want a bloke to see me like that, but what girl wanted her guy to be all fucking emotional? Doug and I found a quiet corner to catch up.
‘I wish you’d bloody talk to me sometimes,’ he sighed.
‘What do you mean?’ I frowned as I looked around at him. ‘You’re my best mate, I talk to you all the bloody time.’
‘Not about your Mum.’
‘What about my mum?’ I asked as I stiffened up.
‘Dude I was there remember? I heard you screaming, I heard you crying all night and for weeks after and you’ve never once talked about it.’
‘It was eleven fucking years ago Doug, I was a scared, emotional eight year old kid. It’s all behind me. Why the hell are you bringing this up now?’ I turned and frowned at my reflection in the window, glad we’d found a space away from my friends.
‘You’re in serious denial, it’s not all behind you. I shared a bloody dorm with you for nearly ten years, you think I didn’t notice the sleepless nights and bloody nightmares.’
‘Are you deliberately trying to bring me down? It’s my damn birthday.’
‘Exactly, you always get maudling around your birthday and Christmas. Not placing any blame or judgement.’ He held up his hands in a defeated plea as I whipped my head around to scowl at him. ‘Totally understandable mate, I can’t imagine how shitty you must feel, but all the more reason to get it off your chest, or you’ll end up even more miserable and alone.’
‘I don’t have a problem finding company thanks.’
‘Yeah, strings of one night stands, or fuck buddy Chelsea that you have no intention of getting serious with, or you pick girls that you know aren’t right for you like Julie. You’re scared of committing.’
‘Shut up Doug, unless you want a fat lip to go with that big mouth of yours.’
‘Fighting talk,’ he laughed and punched my shoulder. I grabbed him into a head lock and knuckled his hair and burst out laughing as he tapped out.
‘Wimp,’ I muttered playfully. Doug was no wimp, he was two inches taller than me and my biggest competitor in swimming and Ju-Jitsu.
‘Pussy,’ he shot back and I grinned at him. He was the only person I knew who could piss me off one minute then make me laugh the next. I looked back out of the window. Part of me really wanted to talk to him about what led to Mum’s death, but something held me back. It was as if talking about it would mean I was dealing and moving on, I didn’t deserve to move on or be forgiven.
Doug and his parents had been amazing with me while I’d lived with them. Doug had never said a word, or asked me why I cried every day for four weeks. He’d just kept offering me whatever toy of his I showed any interest in and shared his sweets with me. At school when an older guy, twice his size, had called me a sissy because I was crying in the playground, Doug had punched him in the stomach. When the older guy pushed him to the ground and kicked him, that’s when I stopped crying and got mad. I’d hurled myself at him to protect my best friend, screaming, kicking, punching and biting until he fell on the floor and curled up in a ball and screamed for help. Doug had got back up and joined me in my attack until the teachers came running out, astonished. There were two scrappy eight year olds beating up a burly thirteen year old, who was led away in tears. Doug and I were inseparable from that moment on and I’d finally found an outlet for the pain clawing at my insides. I’d dragged Doug down with me of course, every time I picked a fight, he’d step in to back me up, so we started getting into trouble at school on a regular basis. Not long after our parents grew tired of our behaviour and had a discussion and sent us both to Dunsmaster as termly boarders, for some discipline.
I leaned back on the wall of the bar while Doug was taking pictures with his camera, swimming and photography were his two greatest passions, followed closely by women and Xbox. Julie had gone to the bar to get another round with the cash I’d thrust in her palm and was still chatting to the rest of team who had staked their place nearest to the beer taps.
‘Holy shit,’ muttered Doug. I looked at him and saw he was staring across the room, I followed his eye line and nodded. The girl he was staring at was just his type, she had to be at least six foot tall, killer cheekbones and deep emerald eyes, but she was kooky, way too kooky for my tastes. She had a nose ring and the most bizarre haircut with different colours in, but she was in a tight denim mini skirt, one of Doug’s hot buttons. If she’d have been wearing a leather one, he’d have been over there in a flash asking for her hand in marriage. ‘I think I’m in love,’ he groaned. I laughed and shook my head. He always fell hard for girls, unlike me. I drained my glass and shoved it on the table next to me and saw he was holding his camera up, taking pictures of her.
I looked back over again and took a sudden shocked intake of breath. I felt my cock jump straight to attention, not even half mast, as my heart leapt into my mouth, which I was sure was ajar. The tall girl was talking with another shorter girl, who was looking up at her laughing and it was like a punch to my gut as I drank her in. She had the richest, glossy brown hair piled up into a sexy up do, strands of it had fallen out, trailing down a long, slender, sexy as hell neck and an image of me running my lips up and down it flashed in front of me. She had the most amazing smile, with the cutest dimples and full soft lips that I just wanted to pull onto mine to taste. My eyes travelled up her face, to vivid blue eyes that rivalled my own, framed with long dark lashes. She’d put on too much black eye makeup, and in the sticky heat of this bar it had smudged under her eyes, which along with the dewy texture of her flawless porcelain skin made her look like she’d just been fucked. I shifted my hips and stuck my hand down into my jeans pocket to adjust my pulsating cock, damn I hadn’t been this hard in … ever.
I craned my neck, annoyed when someone got in the way, and managed to get a glimpse of her body. Fuck me, I was going come in my bloody jeans, no stimulation required, just from looking at her. She had curves like I’d never seen, full seriously pert tits with erect nipples poking through her thin black vest top. I just wanted to bite and suck on them until I made her come. I tore my eyes off them and shifted position as someone blocked my view again, but then I saw her bend over to fiddle with the zip on her ankle boots, and I let out a groan to see the sexiest arse I’d ever seen on a girl. I was torn between whether I’d prefer to have her wrap those kissable lips around my cock, or just plunge it into that tight toned backside first time. She laughed again as she straightened up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She suddenly frowned and her bottom lip protruded, Christ I wanted to bit that bottom lip and suck it. Look at me baby, I pleaded internally, look over at me. Baby? Where the hell did that just come from? Was I seriously lusting after a brunette and giving her pet names from one or two glances?
I gulped as she turned her head and locked eyes with mine, as if she’d heard me. I felt my balls ache, but what was even more strange was the effect on my pulse and heart rate. I was physically fit so they were always slow and steady, even when I was competing, but looking at her they were out o
f control, like a damn runaway train. Even at this distance I recognised the signs and smiled to myself, her pupils had dilated, she’d taken a quick, deep breath and her full lips had parted as she stared at me. I felt elated, yet deflated at the same time. She was just like all the others, reacting to what she saw, but fuck did it make my cock jerk in my jeans to see how attracted she was to me as well.
I suddenly frowned as I held her gaze, I could see sadness, nestled at the back of her beautiful bright eyes. She knew pain, maybe not quite to my levels, but I recognised a bit of myself in her. All of a sudden my awareness of my body’s reaction to her was replaced by a burning desire to take her in my arms and comfort her. I cursed as someone got in the way again. What the fuck was wrong with me? Comfort her? I fucked, I didn’t do caring and nurturing, but she was stirring something inside me that I’d never felt before. Damn it, a couple of looks at some girl and I was falling for her.
‘Holy shit dude, I’ve never seen you look at anyone like that.’
‘What?’ I asked, still tilting my head back and forth trying to spot her again.
‘That brunette with the hot tall chick. If I didn’t know any better I’d say it was love at first sight, you’re whipped dude.’
‘Love?’ I scoffed. ‘Yeah right. Lust at first sight, my cock sprung with one glance at her.’
‘Yeah, could tell from the look of raging lust on your face. Well it’s not one sided, when she looked at you … Christ, even I felt the heat in the room go up a few hundred degrees.’
‘You saw that?’ I asked, still distracted. Where the hell had all these people come from blocking my bloody view of her.
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