by Payne, K C
I stroked his glistening wet hair from his face and kissed his cheekbones. My fingertips grazed softly over his beard and into the cleft of his chin. He drifted into sleep and I planted kisses on his face as he dozed and I slipped away to join my Balthazar.
EXTRA BONUS
STORY
From the same publisher
The Real
Slutwives
of Boon County
Candi
Alice May Ball
Sprawled face down on the rug, mascara all over my face, all of my clothes messed up and hanging off me, I bit my thumb, all wet with tears and saliva, and I pulled my thighs wider.
Seemed like that brute wasn’t stopping any time soon. He smelled my heat, still rising. As I went over again, I was just praying that Paul would never, ever find out.
My knees and elbows were raw, I ached all over and I was sore as hell inside. I didn’t know how much more I could stand.
I was desperate for this man, this stranger, this animal, whatever he did, not to stop.
I was hanging out in the library, looking at the DVD box sets and thinking about whether to go to the mall, perhaps meet up with Janna, Kaylea and Suki.
There’s a Korean girl has a stand and she does just unbelievable things on nails. I was thinking of getting five stars on each nail so that would be fifty, and then one red stripe on each nail, except two on the thumbs, and two on my right hand middle finger. Awesome, huh?
Well, I was about to call Suki when across the library I saw this guy was looking at me. He was like, oh.my.god. He had on loose jeans and his ass was a total face-melt. And his brown eyes, all hooded under his big brow.
Cheekbones you could hang on to climb. Anyway, he was looking at me like I was a steak or something, you know, like I was something thick and juicy, and he was just to pick me up and take a big bite out of me.
Paul and me, things hadn’t been so great. His job wasn’t going anywhere and with me only getting odd days at the store, two kids in school, life got to be kind of a drudge sometimes.
Neither of us had been running to get upstairs lately. I’d been wondering if he was seeing someone else, but I decided that he was just losing interest. I had tried to get him to talk some, but it never got us any farther along. He’d just say, ‘It’ll get better in time,’ in a voice that said, ‘it never will.’
I couldn’t help but look back at across the library, touching my hair at the back of my neck, but maybe I shouldn’t have absent-mindedly pulled on the front of my shirt like I did.
Anyway, this grin spreads over the guy’s face. His eyes lit up while those strong lips widened and parted and his big white teeth shone and in the same moment, he was moving towards me.
Now, if Suki could see this? She would die. For one thing, she knows about the… well, about what’s been going on between me and Paul. Even more about what’s not been going on. And she’s all like, Get some, girl. Get it where you find it.
I mean I love her to death you know. But she is such a bitch. She loves to act like she’s the sex-witch from hell. I know she’s really just a little pussy-cat who likes to play the role.
I am certain she wouldn’t cheat on Bo, not ever. She’ll flirt and all, she acts like she’s going to do it, but she never really would, I’m sure of it.
She would totally die, I mean she would literally die if she saw the man-machine that was making its way over to me. He was walking with a purpose, and there was no mistaking that I was it.
I mean, I knew he was going to say something cute or smart-alec like one of those corny lines that guys try to use. He walked over to me, and he was like a poem in motion.
His hips rolled easy on his strong, muscular thighs and he moved just like a cat, fluid, like every part of him rippled and rolled in every little move. And his eyes were holding on to me.
He towered over me and he licked his tight bottom lip and his voice was like dark honey. He said, “What’s your name?”
I said, “Candi,”
“I can see what you are, I asked you your name.” I was just creaming up in my little thong about then.
I told him, “I can see what you are, too. So what’s yours?”
“Tony. So, Candi, are you just going to waste this beautiful day, or are you going to have me fuck your brains out?” I bit my lip and looked back at him. I wouldn’t really just go off with a complete stranger, just like that.
Have him get all over me, tearing each other’s clothes off. Tongues and teeth and fingers, sliding all up and on him. And me. I couldn’t. Could I. No. Obviously.
Still, I was trying not to grin when I said, “I don’t know what you think gives you the right to go around making outrageous suggestions. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“You should be ashamed,” he said, “thinking what you’re thinking right now.”
Right then, I so wanted to slap his face. “You have no idea what I’m thinking. Don’t make assumptions like that.” And then he leaned in and I shivered to feel his hot breath on my throat.
He chuckled as he whispered into my ear, “Princess, I can smell what you’re thinking,” and my whole body trembled. Inside my panties, I was wet and wild. The sound of his voice, right in my ear like that, it made my heart bang like a hammer.
He had made my juices run, he wasn’t wrong about that. He wasn’t wrong about what I was thinking, either. I was considering the size of his hands. And I was thinking, big hands like those, they probably mean nearby is a great big cock. I was thinking what it might be like, having that great big cock, tearing me apart.
He said, “I think I’m going back to my apartment now. Fix a drink, maybe change clothes.”
I said, “So what’re you going to change into?”
“Baby oil.” He let me think about that for a while, then he turned to go. Oh, that ass! And he looked back at me and said, “You want to follow my truck?”
Yes. I wanted to follow his truck.
Driving over, I told myself that I’d just stay for one drink. Just one. Okay, maybe fool around a little bit. But really, a little bit. I had never been unfaithful to Paul. Not really, not properly cheating unfaithful. And I wasn’t going to do it today.
That was what I told myself. I was so sure that of it that I repeated it to myself. Over and over. Wasn’t going to happen. Nnnope, no way. Nuh-uh.
Tony’s place was kind of what you’d expect. In an anonymous block amid other anonymous blocks of rental apartments. Walk-ups, modernized about a half-century ago. A bachelor apartment, meaning the only memorable furniture was the massive TV and the fridge.
He offered me a beer. I took it.
He took a pull on his beer and said, “You like it a little bit rough, or a lot rough?”
“Look, I came up for a drink, okay, one drink. Let’s get that straight right away.”
He said, “Thing is, I’m a real stickler for consent. So, it’ll be rough, and as rough as you want it. But you have to start.”
“Okay, I’m leaving.” I didn’t move to go. He didn’t move to block my way.
His head down, he tilted his eyes up at me, “You know why you came here. Just like I do.”
I said, “Is this what you call conversation, mister, because, frankly, I’m not impressed.”
“You want my tongue down your throat. And up in your cunt.” He took another pull on his beer. I saw the muscles in his neck tighten.
“You want me to pull your hair some. Slap you about.” He chewed the inside of his cheek.
“You want me to rip your panties off and fuck you. Don’t you. You want my cock in your mouth, don’t you.” I moved across the room, stood right in front of him. Slapped him. Hard. Slapped his face.
He grinned. “So that we’re clear, was that you starting? You have to say it.” I slapped him again. He sucked some more beer and licked his lips. I slapped his face again, right across his stupid grin. I was going to hit him once more and he grabbed my wrist. God, he was fast. And he was strong.
He held my wrist up and grinned while he looked in my eye, “Well?” he raised up one eyebrow.
I pulled my arm, but he had me. Very quietly, almost whispering I said, “Yes.”
He held on to my wrist and he pulled me closer. His eyes narrowed and his breath was hot on me as he said, “You sure?”
I said, “Yes.”
He grabbed my hair and yanked and pulled my head back. Paul would never do anything like that. It hurt just enough. He bent and whispered into my ear, “Like this?”
I said, “Yes.”
He held his face over mine. His nostrils opened as he drew in the scents of me. He bent me back harder by my hair. His nose drew along my throat and down to the open top of my shirt. His fingers started to undo the buttons.
I wasn’t going to let this go on. Well, not too far. I wouldn’t actually go as far as to do it with this brute. My breath was hard and thick. His body was hot and close. The heat at the tops of my thighs welled up.
His mouth was over mine, his hot breath filling my throat. My chest fluttered. My lips quivered beneath his. I could taste him. I pushed my lips to meet his. He yanked me back.
His voice was hard and low, “I’ll say when.” My knees almost buckled right then. My shirt was unbuttoned now. My hard nipples scraped inside my bra and my breasts swelled and heaved. His hand slid inside the bra.
I whimpered as he squeezed my breast and pinched my nipple. He pulled my breast out of the bra and rubbed it roughly against his scratchy shirt. Through it I felt his heart pound.
“Nice big titties, little girly,” his voice rasped hungrily. Inside my skirt, I was getting so hot. My clit was buzzing, crying out for some pressure, some friction. Some relief.
His thigh clenched as my hips pressed my mound hard against it. He pulled my hair again, “Pretty horny now, huh?” I knew I had to stop this soon or it might go too far. But then his hand went up my skirt. I swear, it wasn’t me, my pussy was crying out for him.
My hips ground onto his hand. My little puss, the cheeks of my ass, the soft flesh of my thighs all felt small, tiny in his hand.
My fingers scraped down the front of his shirt, feeling the rolling, boiling ridges of his muscles, the rise of his ribs. Feeling the rising thud of his pulse. My hands found themselves at his belt.
I knew I couldn’t go much further before I would have to leave. I just had to satisfy my curiosity about something, then I would tell him we had to stop. He bunched my hair in his hand.
As my fingers traced down the front of his jeans, feeling the taut stitches, the copper rivets, the hard metal fly buttons, scraping over the denim, they felt a rising giant uncoil inside his pants.
He spun me around. Grabbed my breast from behind. Pulled my hips against him. I felt the hot, throbbing bulge of his hardening cock against my ass. He pulled my skirt up. I felt his straining denim rub against my exposed buttocks, my thong was pulled tight.
His hands went down my ribs, over my stomach. Down to my thighs. Then both of them slid up. While he dragged and rocked his cock against my tight, wet thong, his hands ran up along the insides of my thighs. Then one hand pulled my thong forward. And the other went in.
His fingers slipped along my aching, wet, swollen petals, along and in. Meanwhile, his other hand rubbed my mound and then the finger and thumb pulled and spread the hood of my clit, pulled at the base of my nub, went all around it.
My thighs trembled. A wet, guttural noise tore out of my throat as his thick, strong fingers invaded me. His breath was hot and wet on the back of my neck and in my ear.
My hips rocked and shook and my ass ground onto his hot, stiffening erection. I pulled my breast, tugged on the tit, tweaked and stretched my nipple. I leaned forwards.
Then he gripped my hair again, spun me back around, pulled me up against him. His scratchy shirt made my stinging nipples and my bare breasts sore, crushed up against him. His bulging jeans swayed and scarped against my mound, bare and exposed since he left my thong all pushed aside.
My hands clawed at him, grabbed at his massive chest, scraped his ribs and pulled at his shirt. It started to come out of his jeans. I wanted what else was in there. One hand went straight in behind his belt, inside the waistband, grabbed an enormous stick of pulsing cock, wrapped in silky boxers.
I would just pull him off. Or something. Because I had to leave, really soon. Or this could get way out of hand. His hand was up inside me again, feeling in my neatly groomed fur, pressing my lips apart, shoving up inside me and stealing my hot juices.
He pulled his fingers up to my mouth. Pushed them in. My tongue wrapped around them. Licked and lapped on them. The hot, heady taste made me want to bite his fingers off. Chew them. Swallow them.
Then his mouth hovered over mine and his brown eyes glowed into mine. He growled, “Beg me.” I did.
I squeezed his cock and pulled on it, and I said, “Fuck me. Please, please fuck me.” His grin spread wider and one eyebrow raised. I begged some more, “Fuck me, Tony, please fuck me hard.”
His lips mashed on mine. His tongue dove in and filled my mouth. I tasted him, and I tasted me on him and my head was light. And I held his cock in my hand. I ground my pelvis onto his, pressed his cock against me from inside his pants.
He yanked my hair. Dragged our mouths apart. Pulled me down. My knees slammed into the floor and he told me, “Suck my cock.” I bit my lip. That was it. I would suck him off, and then I could go. I would still get out of there without actually cheating on Paul.
Not that Paul would have to know, either way. As I began to undo the buttons of his jeans, his pelvis rocked slow and rhythmical. I was transfixed on his bulging swell as it swayed in front of me. He said, “Get my cock down your throat and suck me like a greedy little slut.”
The need between my thighs was making me crazy as I dragged out his huge cock. I had to rub around and above my clit just to stop me from going mad at the sight of that beast. My other hand caressed the veins and ridges along its fat shaft and I put out my tongue to lap at the bottom of it.
His hand bunched and twisted in my hair. I squealed as he hissed, “What are you waiting for, bitch?” My mouth dropped open and he dragged my head to force his cock between my lips. He didn’t wait while we got acquainted, he slammed my head onto that thing, and straightaway it was pressed on the back of my tongue.
I couldn’t stop rubbing between my legs as he poled his fat meat into my mouth. I sucked on it and lapped at it and drug my lips all over it, while he pulled my head along it and his hips ground it in and out of me.
“Suck that fucker,” he growled, “Suck it you fucking little slut!” Then he jammed it right into the back of my throat. I’ve done it a few times, had a cock in my throat. I like it, and it’s not so hard once you’ve got how to do it.
I did it once with Paul, but he wouldn’t sling me around by my hair like this. It was harder, not being in control. Having the man make the pace meant I had to fight harder on the gag reflex. That made me make little gurgly choking sounds and it made super-sweet saliva really gush into my mouth and throat.
As I gripped his gorgeous ass it clenched and rocked in my hand. I dribbled all around my mouth and his slick bulb bust past the top of my throat. His whole body tensed and shifted a gear as the wet muscles of my throat rolled and tightened on his hard cock.
My lips worked on suckling the far end of him, almost to his glistening body, almost to the sack of his balls. He reared and groaned as I sucked on him harder, deeper and faster.
Then he slowed right down. Backed off. He must have been hanging at the edge. He took it steady for a while, though I still licked and sucked as wet and hard as I could. His fingers were turning and twisting in my hair. The tang of his precum clouded my head.
He drug his long, fat cock out of my mouth. Beat it on my lips. Lifted my chin in his hand. My mascara and my lipstick must have been smudged and smeared and streaked all over my face.
He grinned wide and said, “You like that,
little slutty girl?” I nodded, “You like me slamming my cock into your throat?” I nodded again, breathing too hard to speak. Saliva ran in a dribble down my chin.
“Now you’re going to get what’s coming to you,” his tongue traced his lower lip, “I’m going to fuck you till you shout and scream for mercy.” His teeth shone and his eyes gleamed. And his cock jumped in front of me.
He turned me around and shoved me to the floor, onto all fours, “Get down, you little slut. That’s it, get down on your hands and knees,” he growled as his hand came up into my thong. His thumb poked inside me as his fingers rubbed around my hot mound and my zinging clit.
His thick voice rumbled, “I’m going to fuck you like a little bitch,” as he squeezed and teased my aching, tender pussy. A deep tremor shook through me as his thumb pressed up and just below my g-spot, making me shudder and shake. “You ready for what my cock’s going to do with this?”
Dimly I thought of Paul, and how I hadn’t meant to cheat on him, but it wasn’t the top of my list of needs right then. I would make it up to him. I wouldn’t tell him. I’d give him the best damn blowjob he’d ever had, and I wouldn’t even tell him why. It was all going to be good.
Just so long as I got Tony’s cock ripping up inside me. And NOW! I couldn’t wait another second. He must have known, maybe by the way my ass poked up like an alley cat in heat, and he kept right on teasing me.
Then he was on my back, his hot breath in my ear. His cock slid along my lips, pressed at the base of my clit, rubbed in my trimmed bush. I reached back to grab it. He slapped my hand away. Then my ass stung hot as he slapped me, hard across both cheeks.
His voice scraped in my ear, “You, little slut, you wait until I’m ready to serve you,” and he chuckled. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.” Then he slapped me again, all the while his thumb made circles right below my g-spot.
