Anger and Muscles

by Peter Presley

  “Why am I here with you?” She says to me. “Huh? Why didn’t I just go home?”

  I smile. “You’re in this car with me because you want to be in this car with me.” There’s a park to my left. I drive over to its lot and stop the car.

  Callie’s eyes get big. “What are you doing? Keep driving!”

  I don’t answer her. I just lean in and kiss her. She doesn’t pull away. Then I lean back against my seat.

  “Do you want me to keep driving, or do you want another kiss?”

  She just looks at me and doesn’t say anything, but the look on her face is all the answer I need. I place my lips back on hers, and, like before, she doesn’t resist. She leans into me, kissing me heavier, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I reach for one of her breasts, touching it through her blouse. She puts her hand on my arm, but she doesn’t pull my hand away from her chest. Instead, she pulls her lips away, and we stare into each other’s eyes.

  Now her hand is on my crotch. She’s smiling.

  “You’re touching me, and now I’m touching you,” she whispers in the dark.

  And then I feel her unfastening my belt and pulling down the zipper of my pants. Right now, I’m as hard as I could get, and she seems to know it. I pull my pants and my underwear down, freeing my cock. It sticks straight out. I’m a pretty big guy, and I can tell that that turns Callie on based on how excited she looks.

  She lowers her head to my cock, and I gasp loudly as she practically takes the entire thing into her mouth. It’s rare that I meet a girl who can deep-throat, but Callie seems to have it down to perfection. I close my eyes and run my fingers through her silky dark hair. Callie’s head bobs up and down, taking my cock deep into her throat. Her mouth is warm, and her tongue is fast and hungry.

  But then I pull her head off my cock. She looks at me surprised.

  “You’re gonna make me explode,” I say.

  “And what would be wrong with that, Mr. Murphy?”

  “I want to fuck you. Would you let me do that?”

  Callie leans back in her seat.

  “Fuck me, or, fuck me over?”

  “I would never do that.”

  “Really? She doesn’t say anything more. She just stares out the window.

  “You okay?” I say.

  “Just take me home, Korbin. I shouldn’t be here in the first place, having sex in this parking lot like I’m some high schooler hiding from my parents.”

  I don’t want another argument with a woman. I’ve had enough of them. I pull my clothes back on and buckle my belt.

  “All right, I’ll take you home. Where do you live?”

  “Just let me off at the corner of Lake Shore Drive and Sheridan. That’s all you need to know.”

  I laugh. “You’re really giving me a hard time, aren’t you?”

  10

  Callie

  We’re on Lake Shore Drive heading back to where I live. My thoughts are a mixture of emotions. I sucked Korbin’s cock back there at some park. Did I enjoy it? Yes. The guy’s cock is the biggest I’ve had, honestly. So here you have this guy who is impossibly gorgeous, and he’s got a huge cock. How am I supposed to deal with that with a clear head? I can’t.

  I quickly look at him as he’s driving, and then I turn my head. He seems so calm like nothing I ever say to him bothers him even though he says I’m giving him a hard time. He knows I’m full of it. He says he wants to fuck me and he knows I want the same. Of course, I want the same.

  I told him to just let me off at the corner because I don’t want him to know where I stay. But, that game is fading fast the closer we get to my neighborhood. I want him in my apartment, and I want him in my bed.

  “Where do you live, Callie? I’m not dropping you off anywhere else.”

  I don’t protest. “Just keep driving straight. I’ll show you.”

  11

  Korbin

  I dropped Callie off at her apartment. She got out of my car, looked at me and then rushed in. No goodbye. No thank you for dinner. And yet, she sucked me off like a champion back at that park.

  If I keep at her, she’ll probably come around. But I’m just gonna head on home.

  Now my cell is ringing. It’s Callie.

  “Hey, what’s up?”

  “Where are you?”

  “I’m driving home.”

  “Would you please come back to my apartment?”

  I smile. “Why? You seemed to make it clear you didn’t want anything to do with me.”

  “I’m sorry, Korbin. Okay? You treated me to a wonderful dinner. You were nice to me. I was the one who was being a bitch. I shouldn’t have behaved that way. And . . .”

  There’s a long pause.

  “And?” I say.

  “I want to fuck you too. Would you just get over here?”

  “You sure?”

  “Korbin, don’t make me beg. Just get over here, please.”

  12

  Callie

  It’s all out in the open now. Korbin knows I want him, and he’s on his way over. I’m throwing caution to the wind. I want this guy; I want his body, and I don’t care how crazy I’m being. He assumed I’d sleep with him, and he was right.

  I’ve changed my clothes, and now I’m dressed in nothing but a short black silk gown. It’s simple, but it’s sexy. I’ve turned down the bed, and as soon as Korbin gets here, I want him in it.

  That’s my doorbell. I press the button for the intercom. “Hello?”

  “Hey, Callie. It’s me.”

  “Great! Come on up.” I press the buzzer, standing here excited and with butterflies.

  After a few minutes, there’s a knock on the door. I open it. There’s Korbin in dark slacks and that burgundy shirt, all fit and gorgeous.

  “May I come in?” he says staring into my eyes like a predator deciding on what to do with its new catch.

  “Yes, please do.” He walks past me. I shut the door, and then I turn to face him.

  “It’s hard to find a place to park around here,” he says.

  “I know, but you made it.”

  “That I did.”

  We stare at each other and then I take a few steps closer to him, but as soon as I raise my hand to touch his face, he pulls away from me.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask him.

  “How do I know you’re not using me?”

  “You’re kidding, right?”

  He grins at my question, moving closer to me. It’s then that I notice how wet I’m getting, how wet I already am. He walks behind me and places his hands on my waist. I’m silent. I feel his breath more on my left shoulder than my right. I’m unsure of what he wants to do, but I’m not nervous with this handsome, hot head.

  I’ll just play along, not getting too forward. I may have sucked him off, but I don’t know his style when it comes to this. He’s still a mystery to me. He pulls me against his hard chest. He feels so fucking good. “Korbin is a real macho,” I whisper.

  Before my mind can drift to the day I saw him punch Zach; he puts his lips on my neck. I shut my eyes tight.

  “Do you want me?” he whispers into my ear.

  Before I can answer, he nibbles my earlobe softly, lubricating it with his wet lips. My body relaxes even more as he continues to bite. Now he’s removed the left strap of my gown, exposing my left breast. His hand cups my tit, squeezing it gently, caressing my hard nipple. Now my other strap is down, and my silk gown falls to the floor. I stand there, leaning against him, naked and hungry for this incredibly handsome man.

  My body can’t take much more of this torture. I reach for his bent neck, but without warning, he turns my body to face him. All I see now is a very handsome devil ready to devour me. My body is exposed under the bright light overhead. He stares at me from head to toe, and as he does it, I fear I’m going to get so wet a river will trickle down my leg.

  “You’re fucking, beautiful,” he says. “Fucking, beautiful.”

  “Thanks,” I’m so turned on the word barel
y comes out.

  I unbutton his shirt, remove it and throw it on my sofa. My mouth opens. His arms and torso are well built, like a carved Greek warrior. A series of tattoos cover his right shoulder and arm. I can’t help myself. I put my hands on his chest, rubbing them over the skin before he draws me closer to him locking his lips with mine. We kiss hard and furiously. I wrap my arms around his neck. His hands are in my hair, on my back, on my butt.

  I press against him, feeling his enormous cock hard against the mound of my pussy. He kicks off his shoes, but I don’t wait for him to do the rest. I unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants and pull his pants and his underwear down his legs. He drags his feet out and kicks his pants and underwear to the side.

  We kiss again. And then he sweeps my feet off the ground without breaking our kiss. Carrying me, he finds my bedroom and walks toward my bed, placing me gently on it. I’ve put an unopened condom package on the sheet.

  Then, he gently breaks away from my lips kissing my neck softly down to my cleavage. He kisses one breast white caressing the other, but he avoids my hard, aroused nipples.

  “Bite!” I utter to him with a faint voice almost inaudible to me.

  He keeps avoiding my nipple without giving my word a single thought. I pull his head to the direction of my left nipple, not ready to play his game. He gives in, sucking my nipple hard. I let out a soft moan as his teeth gnash my nipple gently. He moves to my right nipple doing the same to it but with my letting out a much louder moan.

  His lips move down to my stomach until he reaches my belly button. Then he stops for a moment allowing his lips to moisten my navel.

  He tugs my legs apart, and on impulse, I put them on his shoulders. He kisses my clit, and I close my eyes with my mouth open in enjoyment but without making a sound. I hold on to his head, finding it hard to contain the sensation his tongue gives when it strokes my pussy.

  My nipples are hard, my pussy is wet, and before I know it I’m close to coming. But he abruptly stops as if he can sense it. He drops his lips on my mouth, kissing me again, harder than the last time. I taste myself on his lips. Then he moves his mouth back to my nipple, biting it hard, making me scream out.

  I’m on fire. He grabs the condom, without me having to tell him, and pulls the rubber over his cock. He shoves himself into my wet pussy, and I moan loudly with each push of his meat.

  He’s as big as a horse, but my pussy swallows him up. I let out a loud moan not able to hold the pain and pleasure to myself. He rams me, each time harder than the former.

  And then, without warning, he’s flipped me over with my ass facing up. He’s over me now, his penis inside my vagina from behind. He hits that spot over and over, and I can’t hold it. I come, and I come hard, and almost soon after, so does he.

  After some time, he slides off my back. We lay side by side, breathing heavily.

  “Do you want to stay over?” I whisper, my guard completely gone.

  “Sure,” he responds.

  I close my eyes. All I want to do is fall asleep in his arms.

  13

  Callie

  Well, guess what? I’ve been dating Korbin for about two months now, ever since I first slept with him at my apartment. And, believe it or not, it’s sort of like I’m dating the same kind of guy as Zach when it comes to what we do. Every time we go out somewhere, Korbin comes north.

  Remember when he took me to Oak Tree, where it all started? Well, he’s taken me to other nice restaurants too. That’s been what we’ve done so far. I was so wrong when I assumed someone like him had no class.

  The only problem I’m starting to have with him is that he doesn’t always get that I’m in school and that I have to study after work. He’s not in school. He just goes to work, and that’s it. He can’t just call and expect me to be free whenever he wants. But I guess I’ll just have to work with that. We’re going out again tonight. I’ll be done with my schoolwork by then, and I can give him my full attention.

  We’re going to a casual bar tonight. I’m dressed in tight jeans, a cute blouse, and a black leather jacket. I’m also wearing these cute black boots that I recently bought. I think I look good for Korbin. He’s so fucking gorgeous it’s not even funny.

  Okay, there’s my bell.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, Callie. I’m here.”

  “Cool! I’ll be right down.”

  I love knowing a handsome guy is into me. I realize I was barely out of my relationship with Zach before I got into Korbin, but I’m happier this way. I just am. I don’t like it when there’s no man in my life.

  I walk out the door of my apartment. Korbin is right out front, dressed in jeans, a shirt, and a black leather jacket. Coincidentally, just like me, but he looks way hotter. And he’s standing by a motorcycle holding a helmet.

  “Wait . . . we’re taking that?” I say as I walk toward him.

  “Yeah, I felt like a ride tonight.” He puts his helmet on.

  As much as I think motorcycles are cool, I’ve never been on one. He reaches over and releases a cargo net securing a spare helmet. Then he hands the helmet to me. “Here, put this on.”

  “Seriously, Korbin? I wish you had told me we’d be taking your motorcycle.”

  “I wanted to surprise you,” he smiles. “Now put the helmet on so we can go.”

  I’m a little pissed, but not as much as I could be. It might be sort of hot getting on this thing with my new boyfriend. He’s probably a good driver, at least I hope for my sake he is. I put the helmet on. Then Korbin reaches over and helps me get it fastened. He smiles at me as he does it.

  He gets on the motorcycle and looks at me. “Now climb on, babe.”

  “Um . . . okay.” I climb on behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. He feels good. I can’t deny that.

  “You ready?”

  “Yeah, I’m ready. Ride safe.”

  “I always do, Callie.”

  Then the motorcycle roars off, and we head down the road. I hold onto him even tighter. My heart is racing, but at the same time, I’m excited to be on this bike with him.

  The bar is not too far away from here. As I ride with him, I’m sort of sad that our ride will come to an end soon. It’s not so scary after all.

  We pull over to where the bar is, and Korbin finds a spot on the street. Luckily, we didn’t have to spend a long time finding a place to park his bike. Sometimes parking around here can get to be a hassle.

  “How did you like that?”

  “Actually, that was a lot of fun. Thanks.”

  “We’ll just take our helmets into the bar. Come on.”

  I grab Korbin’s hand, and we walk in.

  Sitting here, I’m thinking about the ride. It was really nice to be on the back of a bike even though I was initially terrified. But Korbin has been acting strange for the past half hour. He keeps looking around like he’s expecting someone.

  “What’s the matter with you?” I say. “You haven’t said much.”

  “I think I want to get out of here.”

  “Why? We haven’t even been here that long. What’s the matter?”

  “I don’t like this bar. I want to go back to your place. Or, how about my place? You’ve never been to my place.”

  “All the way over there? If you want to leave, we’ll just go back to my apartment, Korbin.”

  “Do you have a problem with where I live?”

  “No . . . I don’t. I just don’t see the point of going all the way there when you can just come to my place.”

  “Yeah, all right. I’ll be back.” He gets up and walks toward the men’s room. I don’t know what to think right now. This bar is casual and a bit fancy, but everyone seems cool here. There’s a dance floor in the other room, and the music is good. But, the way Korbin is acting, I doubt I can get him to dance with me. I don’t know what his problem is.

  I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I turn around. A really hot guy is staring at me. His body is as fit as Korbin’s.

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��Hey, you want to dance?” he says.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m with someone.”

  “Yeah?” The guy smirks. “Where is he?”

  Now I’m annoyed. “He’s in the bathroom.”

  “Dance with me until he comes out.”

  “No!” My heart is pounding. “Would you please just go away?”

  Now Korbin joins us. He looks the guy up and down. “Can I help you with something pal?”

  The guy stares Korbin in the face. “Yeah, you can answer a question for me. Does she want to dance with me or stay here with you?”

  Korbin’s face changes. “What did you say?”

  The guy moves in a little. “You heard me.”

  I jump up and stand between the two of them. “Guys, no. Okay? Korbin, let’s go.” Two guys come up to us as well. They must be friends of this jerk. Crap!

  Korbin gives the guy a big push, and he stumbles back a bit, but he doesn’t fall.

  The guy rushes back to Korbin.

  “Hey, Tyler,” says one of his friends who has the guy by the arm. “Let’s go, buddy. Let’s shut this down.” The other guy is holding on to him too. Thank God.

  I look at Korbin who is staring the guy dead in his face. “Korbin, please let’s just go, please?” Everyone in the bar is looking at us.

  The guy’s friends drag him away. Korbin takes his helmet and storms out. I grab my helmet and follow him.

  “Thank God nothing major happened in there,” I say.

  “I could have taken him.”

  “And then what, Korbin? You’ve gotten into enough trouble as it is. I could have handled myself back there, you know?”

  “No guy is gonna move in on my girl.”

  “He wouldn’t have succeeded, Korbin!”