Buttsecks Rocks

by Gia Blue

  I glance at the name on the screen before I answer it. “Evy?”

  All I get is a muffled “Mm” in response. There’s a shuffle, some static coming through the line, and I just sit there and eavesdrop. I wonder if she dialed me on accident. Or...was it on purpose?

  “Danny? You listening?”

  I swallow past the lump in my throat. A moan reaches through the bit of plastic earpiece…and I sense it wrapping around my cock. “Yeah, baby.”

  “Damn, boy. I’m so hot right now. I opened your toy, just so you know. I think it’ll be a good fit for your ass, but it’s just fine in my pussy, too.”

  Her nasty words suck the spit right out of my mouth.

  “I wanna hear you say it…tell me with your own words how you jerked it to the thought of me. Not some stupid text.”

  “Uh…” I grind out. Smooth. Yup, that’s me.

  “Tell me what you did. I wanna fuck myself with your toy while I listen.”

  “Evy…” I can’t hide the whine.

  “Tell me, or I won’t fuck you with your dildo.” Her voice is filled with laughter, a teasing lilt.

  “You’re evil.” I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and prop the phone between my ear and the pillow. Without much thought, I palm my softening erection and settle in for another masturbatory session. One that she so rudely interrupted.

  Fighting through awkwardness, I do my best to appease her curiosity, repeating my lewd thoughts to the best of my ability.

  Here goes… “You’re riding me. Your tight pussy walls are holding my dick tight while you slide up and down it. You’re so wet for me. Soaking my cock in your cream while you fuck me. Mm…you feel so damn good, baby. You’re bouncing up and down, riding me hard, smiling down at me as you take what you want.” A groan rumbles in my throat as I replay those images with my fantasy girl on the phone. I hope she’s hanging on my every word as I talk dirty to her.

  “You’re begging me for more, telling me you want it harder, deeper, faster. Fuck, I wanna pound into that pretty brown cunt of yours.” Her breathing is coming fast over the line, little whimpers mixed with soft moans. “Do you like what I’m saying to you, Evy? Lemme hear it.”

  “Fuck yes. I love your dick inside of me, sliding in and out of my pussy, shoving it deep.” She falls quiet for a moment, but quickly returns, “Suck my nipples, Danny. Bite me. Fuck me harder, damn it.”

  “Oh, yeah, baby. That’s the plan. I’m nibbling your tits before I pull one into my mouth. I flick my tongue on your hard nipple, then gently bite it. I know what you want, so I grasp your hips tight, hold ‘em steady, and thrust up into you from beneath, slam my big cock into your cunt, over and over again. You fucking love it. Go crazy the harder I do you. You grab my shoulders and shove your tits against my mouth, screaming my name while you fuck me. Damn, baby, I feel your pussy milking my dick. So fucking good.”

  I fumble through my sheets as I search for the bottle, and once I have it, I squeeze a dollop of lube onto one of my hands, then eagerly get back to tugging my meat. Fuck yeah. This is so much better with her on the phone.

  “You’re gonna make me come, Danny. Give it to me harder.” She’s panting, and I can make out the faint sounds of her sliding my toy in and out of her wet pussy.

  “Evy, baby? Are you fucking yourself with my dildo? Wishing it was me? Please tell me.” She groans, those slight, mysterious sounds picking up their pace. “Are you touching yourself? Pinching your pretty nipples?”

  “Fuck… I am, Danny. Just like you’re saying. Your dick feels so good in my pussy, giving it to me hard and fast. Want more. Want you to make it hurt so good, call me your dirty slut and spank my ass while you fuck me.” She gasps, “Please, Danny, please…”

  Fuck. Yes. I’ve found a girl who seems to like talking nasty as much as I do. “Oh, yeah. You are my little whore, my dirty slut, aren’t you? Fucking yourself with a plastic cock, talking to a guy you’ve just met…about how you want him to fuck you. You get off on that, huh, Evy? You love me fucking your chocolate pussy, doncha?”

  “Yes. Almost there. So close.”

  “What do you need to come? Want me to tell you that while I imagined you riding me, I shoved a finger in my ass? That I thought about what it would feel like to have my butt plugged while I fuck you hard? ‘Cause I did. Good doesn’t even begin to describe it. I imagined your tits bouncing in my face, your head was thrown back while you came…came on my dick, and I filled you with my spunk. No condom, baby. Just me painting your pussy walls until it overflowed.”

  As I utter the last word I’m met with a high-pitched scream, followed by mostly silence, her breathing the only sound shared between us.

  “Damn.” Her voice is a soft whisper.

  My dick’s still hard from getting her going, but it’s not the raging hard-on from earlier. “It’ll be so good, Evy. Even better after our date.”

  “Can’t we skip the date? Hell, I’ll come over right now, and we can…come together?” She chuckles, and I roll my eyes at her kidding. She’s joking, right?

  “No, baby. One dinner without orgasms before we jump into bed.” I’m resolved to it, damn it.

  “You really don’t want a wham, bam, do you? You actually want to date me. What the hell is wrong with you? I’m wearing a sign that says, “Fuck me,” and all you keep on doing is finding excuses.”

  I hear her getting pissed so I cut in. “Evy, you know we’ll burn the sheets, but maybe I want to see if there’s more to us than a quick fuck? Or are you just going to use me for my dick, and then dump my white ass?”

  She grumbles, but finally answers, “I really need to get over this white-boy fetish of mine.” Sighing, she adds, “Fine. Yes, I would like more than a one-nighter, but guys don’t usually want more than that with a, you know, fat chick. A black fat chick.”

  I barely notice I’m grinding my teeth. Men don’t know what they’re missing when they overlook women with a little meat on their bones. “Baby, we’ll fuck, but there’ll be nothing quick about it. But I warn you. Once I get you into bed, you’ll have to fight me to get out. Your ass will be mine. Long term, so get over it.”

  Chapter Four

  I’m sitting in my car outside Evy’s place, mustering the courage to go to her door, hand her a bouquet of flowers, and pray I can get through this date without dropping a load in my jeans.

  I curse myself for not being able to…control myself.

  God, she’s so sweet and fun and gorgeous… Listen to me blab, acting like a girl again. With a sigh, I snag the bundle of roses I’d purchased from the passenger seat and climb out, only about half ready to get this show on the road.

  Evy’s home is nestled in Colton, an above-middle-class housing community, which kinda surprises me, considering she’s a cashier at Darcy’s. Hell, even if she happened to be the manager, I still couldn’t imagine her swinging enough cash to afford the huge house I’m walking up to. I hate to assume, but go figure.

  It’s a nice sprawling ranch-styled home with a big front yard, two-car garage, and a towering entryway. I’m not poor, but fuck me if I ever thought Evy was this well-off. ‘Cause I fucking didn’t. I should just turn around, forget about her hot body and sweet smile. It appears she may be totally outta my league.

  But damn, it’s that same sweet smile of hers, and the heavy sway of her hips, that keeps pulling me toward the door. So, I put one foot in front of the other, until I’m rapping my knuckles against the painted steel. There’s a doorbell right there, stupid. Fuck it, too late now.

  I don’t have to wait long; it’s just a handful of seconds before the deadbolt is thrown, and the door opens to reveal…someone that’s not Evy.

  No, definitely not Evy, but a big fucking black guy who kinda resembles her…if she were a foot taller and many fucking pounds heavier, in the I-could-rip-your-head-off-with-my-bare-hands kind of way.

  “Yeah?” the giant asks, more like barks.

  I’m dead. Get the death certificate ready and j
ust call the coroner. “I’m Danny, Daniel Carter. I’m here to pick up Evy. For our date.”

  The guy grunts and takes a step back. I guess he’s letting me in, so I keep my head high, chest out, and face blank of fear while I stride past him and into what I presume is her living room.

  “’Vangeline! Your cracker of the hour is here!”

  His deep voice thrums through me while he yells to Evy, and I’m kinda getting the feeling this guy isn’t exactly on the Oreo cookie train that she and I are on.

  Well, fuck him, I think to myself. Very quietly. She’s leaving the house on my arm, and as long as she’s happy, the rest of the world can suck it. Including this badass looking mother fucker.

  The blinding smile she flashes me the moment she turns the corner lets me know how happy she is to see me. A few quick steps later and she's standing before me, big guy watching us with his arms crossed, just glaring at me.

  He doesn’t bother me that much, since I can’t tear my attention from Evy for too long.

  “Hey.” Her voice is low, cheeks pink.

  “Hey, yourself.” I hand over the roses and she brings them to her nose, and I watch as she inhales their sweet scent.

  “Thank you, these are gorgeous.” Gaze still on me, she shoves the bouquet at the glaring man. “’Tay, put these in some water. I’ll see you later.”

  ‘Tay narrows his eyes at me even more. “When are you gonna be home?”

  That question snags Evy’s attention from me. “When are you gonna quit being a lazy ass, get a job, and move out? Better yet, when are you going to keep your bigoted feelings to yourself?”

  The big guy doesn’t say a word. Instead, he stomps off down the hall, leaving us staring at each other. “Sorry. ‘Tay’s my brother.”

  “Ah, enough said.” I step close, wrap an arm around her waist, pull her into me until our bodies touch, then brush a kiss across her lips. “Ready to go?”

  Funny. We’ve shared ourselves physically, sexually, but I’m still nervous.

  “Are you gonna tell me where we’re going?”

  I laugh as I lead her out the door, and then wait while she locks up. The minute she turns around, I push her against the hard surface, murmur against her lips. “Just need a quick taste.”

  Without another word spoken I’m there, nibbling her lips, sliding my tongue into her mouth, exploring, searching her taste. I crowd her, notch my hardening dick against her pussy and grind against her heat, earning a moan from her.

  She returns my kiss, devours me, her hands clutching at me until she digs her nails into my shoulders. As she clings to me, I reach around her, grasp the curves of her ass and hold her tight against my body, grind my erection into her. I shudder at the shot of pleasure that courses through me. Fuck, she’s like a drug. And I don’t wanna kick it, I just want to give in to it, no, I want to relish every second of every minute that I’m with her.

  Okay, that was lame. True, but nonetheless, lame.

  Evy’s hands skim down my arms, reaches around me to tug at my shirt, pulling it out of my jeans.

  And…and the fucking door is yanked open, sending us falling into her home, and we scramble to save ourselves, before turning our attention to the person responsible for the interruption.

  “Dante!” Evy cries out.

  ‘Tay winces, and hell, if I were being spoken to in that loud tone of voice, I’d wince too. “Y’all ain’t fucking on the front porch.” He glares at me. “You’re not a slut who’s gonna give it up to a cracker against a door. Nuh-uh. Not my sister.”

  Evy’s hands form into tight fists, and I watch while she shifts her weight. I reach forward, snag her wrist before she can cock her arm back and let it fly. “Hey, baby. We’re gonna lose our reservation if we don’t head out now.”

  She twitches, like she’s thinking of punching her brother anyway, but turns to me instead and crowds me out the door, grumbling the entire way. “Asshole, lowlife, racist piece of shit. Gonna kill him when I get home. Sweartagawd.”

  “He’s your brother… He’s just looking out for you, you know, in a very anti-white-guy-banging-his-black-sister sort of way.”

  She twines her fingers with mine and flips ‘Tay off before she tugs me down the walkway. “He’s a man who’s going to be on the street if he doesn’t quit being such an asshole!”

  I shake my head and laugh. Damn, but she’s gonna be a handful. Fun, but a handful just the same.

  “Come on, baby. I’ve got some fun planned for tonight.” I wink at her, and then release her hand to open the passenger door.

  “I’ve got something planned, too.” She sets her purse, a large-as-shit purse, on the floorboard. She pats at it, a twinkle in her eye.

  My cock’s slowly deflating, realizing a hot pussy is nowhere in its immediate future. But then, with that sparkle in her eye, my dirty mind immediately imagines the strap-on in her bag, and my dick goes from six-to-midnight in the blink of an eye. I reach down, adjust myself while I stride around the SUV and open the door. Climbing into the driver seat I shift a little, trying desperately to find a comfortable position before we’re on our way.

  “Okay, sweetie?”

  I glance at her, smirk in place. “Little witch.”

  “You love it.”

  Damn, but she’s right.

  “Come on, pain in the ass, I’ve got plans for you.”

  She clears her throat. “Not a pain in your ass…yet.”

  It’s wrong that my dick throbs at those words, right? But it does.

  I take a deep breath and blow it out nice and slow.

  Right.

  Here. We. Go.

  Chapter Five

  A few hours and several dances later at a local jazz club leave Evy and me in my SUV, trying to decide what to do next. We’ve got our fingers twined together while we watch the other customers walk in and out of Pocket, the city’s best jazz venue.

  That whole “I kinda like her” thing is quickly turning into an “I’ll never let her go” thing. Possibly silly of me, for how short of a time I’ve known her, but with my emotions boiling over, whenever I’m with her, it could be a lot worse. Trust me.

  “Where to?” I stroke her palm lightly with a single finger. “Home?”

  The inside of the SUV is dark, with only a subdued amount of light streaming in from the streetlamps in the parking lot. I can’t see her face clearly, but what I do see of her is simply breathtaking. And so fucking cute, too, nibbling on her lower lip as I wait for her to answer.

  “Whose?” Her voice is so soft and gentle, I could listen to her speak for hours on end.

  “Damn, baby. You’re temptation on legs.” I take in a deep breath, stretch my lungs a little, and let the air out slow. “I don’t know if…”

  “Danny,” she releases my hand and rests her palm on my thigh, “I’ve already told you that I’d respect you in the morning.”

  I roll my eyes on instinct. “You keep saying that, but I warn you, once I get you in my bed…”

  “You’ll never let me out. Yeah, got it. Now take me home, white-boy. Do your worst. I’ve waited long enough.”

  Clearing my throat, I ask, “Whose home again?”

  She snorts, and even that sounds sexy to me. “Yours. My brother would probably kick your ass if you came in and fucked me unconscious.”

  Shit. There goes my cock again, pulsing and aching and ready to pound the fuck out of her pussy. I don’t know if I can fight my sexual urges tonight, nor do I think that I want to. “Unconscious, huh? Think I’m that good?”

  “I have no doubt. Take me to your place, do bad things to me, and then…I’ll return the favor. ”

  All righty then. That’s what I’m talkin’ about.

  I toss the SUV into reverse and begin the drive home to my place.

  Pocket is only a fifteen minute trek from my little apartment, but it seems like it’s taken much longer than that as I finally pull into a parking space.

  Cutting off the engine, I give her one l
ast chance to change her mind. “You sure?”

  “Danny, I wonder…how in hell do you ever manage to get any, huh?

  “Whaddaya mean?”

  “You know, with you questioning women to death about sex?” She sighs deep and climbs out, leaving me alone in the dim interior for all of a second.

  She’s right. No more fucking excuses. Time to get my groove on with this lovely woman with just the right amount of dark meat on her. Damn…just damn.

  I’m right behind her, crowding her as I show her to my front door. As soon as we get there, I press her front against the hard surface, then grind my hard dick between the seam of her curvaceous ass.

  “Evy, baby…I want you so fucking bad. I have from the first time I laid my eyes on you. It’s silly, I know, but I just don’t want to fuck this up. For me, one night with you won’t be long enough.”

  “Then take care of me, make my body feel good.” She groans and arches her back, sticking her ass out as she rubs it against me. “I want you, too, white-boy. Want your dick inside of me, fucking my pussy, my mouth. Then I’ll return the favor. I swear.”

  I rock my hips into her as I notch my dick between her cloth-covered ass, using her butt cheeks to help pleasure myself. “Fuck, you’re making me hot. Wanna strip you here, pound right into your cunt. Are you wet for me? Ready for my fat dick to slide up into your tight pussy?” I reach around her, slip my hand between her legs and palm her heat. The material is damp and warm.

  “Yes, please…” Her voice is a breathy whine and it turns me the fuck on even more.

  I release my hold on her pussy and quickly undo the snap on her jeans, lower the zipper, and then slide my fingers beneath the fabric, search out her heat as I kiss the side of her neck. Lower and lower I venture until I find the very top of her slit, already coated in her cream.

  “Damn, baby. You’re so wet already, aren’t you? Hot for me?”

  She moans, rotates her hips against my hand as if she’s begging for more. I give it to her, fingers exploring deeper, and search out more of the slick fluid that tells me she wants this as much as I do.