by Shey Stahl
I WAS ON the bed when Josh came upstairs, dressed in one of his T-shirts and ready, should he want some. I could hear him downstairs and his feet on the stairs. The creak of the wooden floor in the hallway and his shadow coming closer had my belly fluttering, wondering what his mood would be. It varied after being stuck in traffic. Since it was nearing ten, I knew he’d had a late night already.
When he rounded the corner into the bedroom, I pushed back the blankets so he had a full view of my naked body. I’d already stripped out of the shirt.
He smiled as soon as he saw me, drawing in a deep breath, a slow shake to his head as he started tearing away his own clothes. Jeans, shirt, socks and underwear all discarded before he reached the bed. I’d never tire of seeing his naked body.
Sighing, I licked my lips slowly. “Seeing how you’ve been pounding nails all day, how about you pound something more?”
Josh covered my body with his, immediately kissing me with a desperate edge.
“I’d be glad to,” he said between kisses.
Drawing back, he reached for a condom in the nightstand.
With the separation, I told him about the messages.
“There’s a guy from the site who wants to meet up,” I told him, before he entered me, wanting to know how he felt about that.
“Whatever you want,” he said, his hungry mouth finding mine again. He seemed so eager, so focused on having sex with me, that a thrill of desire swept through me.
“They’re forward in their messages.”
“How forward?”
“Like wanting me to get them off…” I let the words trail off, sinking down for him to process.
He considered that and then gave a tight nod. “I just have one rule.”
Our stare connected, locked, and I waited.
“I don’t care who you sleep with. I don’t care what they message you, or how you respond. But there is one rule you can never ever break.” His words, his tone, the authority to make me see his rule made it hard to breath. With our chests pressed together, he entered me slowly, his body clenching as he did so. “I always have to be in the room with you. There are parts to this life that can be pleasing, Logan. You have the commitment, me, and freedom to sleep with whoever you want, as long as I’m there.”
“What about you?”
There was hesitation in his voice, something hidden deep within. “I’m particular about who I sleep with.”
I didn’t like the way he said that. “But you sleep with Addison.”
“I only slept with her when you were there. And I trust her.” His stare lingered on mine. “Trusting each other in this is very important.”
“And you trust me?”
“I do.”
I TOLD Reed, aka, Beaslut4me, to meet us at the hotel at sixty thirty. Come seven, he hadn’t shown up and I was beginning to get nervous that he wouldn’t arrive. Then what?
Through messages, I found out Reed was a firefighter with Seattle fire department. Other than that, I didn’t know anything about him.
Just when I was about to ask Josh what we should do, there was a knock at the door. Instantly I had butterflies.
What if he doesn’t find me sexy? What if he is ugly?
I opened the door, hiding my body behind the solid wood as he walked inside.
As he entered the room, he stopped, his stare on me and my attire. From my head to my toes, his stare burned, want evident in the way his lids grow heavy. “Damn, girl, you’re a beauty.”
Drawing in a deep breath, I relaxed and sat on the edge of the bed.
“We have some rules,” Josh said, finally showing himself to Reed, watchful of me on the bed and then back to the man at the end. The way Josh moved about the room gave him a subtle darkness, a quiet confidence he owned, as if he was not a man to mess with. One look at him and most realized that.
When Reed met his stare, Josh continued, his gaze intent as he spoke with authority. “You use a condom the entire time. No abuse. Respect her. Anything she says, goes. If she says stop, stop immediately. Do you understand?”
Reed nodded, his hand reaching up to run through his dark hair.
Is he as nervous as I am?
Doubtful. Remember how forward he was in the messages? No way was this man shy in any way.
Though I had exchanged dirty messages with Reed, I still had no idea what to think of this.
“You want a beer, man?” Josh asked, motioning to the fridge in the room.
Reed nodded again, his eyes dropping to me on the bed.
Oh, God, now what?
This felt completely different from Jeb, I knew Jeb ahead of time. Now I was just supposed to fuck this guy, no emotion?
After a beer and small talk, Reed lifted his right hand running it over my collarbone, the action tentative but controlled. My eyes snapped to Josh, wondering at what point he’d stop this.
Josh watched, intently so with the camera in his hand, back about five feet. “How would you like to put this cock in that mouth of yours?”
“I would love that,” I said, blinking slowly and sliding my hand up Reed’s thigh.
He was still wearing his jeans. Only his shirt was gone revealing his chest and the light dusting of hair. He was muscular, maybe a runner, rippling muscles throughout. On his left hand, I noticed the white band where his wedding ring used to be, a reminder he was attached, just looking for something more risky. I hated to think I was getting in the middle of anything.
But then again, he contacted me. Not the other way around. And I didn’t know his situation. Maybe his wife was doing the same thing.
Like I said, people had secrets.
Leaning over the edge of the bed, Reed removed his jeans and kicked them aside as I kneeled down between his legs, my knees pressing into the carpet.
“Stick your finger in my ass.” He moaned, eyes half-lidded.
What? Was he serious?
I looked to Josh, trying to determine if this was normal. Josh grinned and I could see his silent laughter shaking his chest. I wanted to flip him off.
“Stick my finger in your ass?” I stopped, my mouth moving from his cock to meet his eyes. “Are you serious?”
Reed shoved my head back down on him, moaning as he did so. “Yes.”
So I stuck my finger in his ass.
He asked for it.
I had no idea this kind of thing would have turned a man on, but apparently, it did. He even tea bagged me at one point.
The entire experience with Josh watching, and Reed, who turned out to be a goddamn animal in bed and made me come five times, wasn’t what I expected.
My God, the thrill, the anticipation of not knowing him or any move he was about to make made it that much more enjoyable.
I never did look at Josh again, but when I did, the dark look on his face I now recognized as him being turned on, made the orgasm raking through me that much more intense.
AS SOON AS Reed was out the door, and I was still naked, Josh pushed me back against the mattress, his chest pressing firmly to my back. I could feel his rapid labored breathing, his breath on my ear as one hand threaded into my hair, and then yanked roughly so my head was bent back, neck arching away from the bed.
“You know you belong to me, right? That’s my pussy.” He reached between us, the head of his cock gliding over the crack of my ass.
And then he entered me, forcefully, a rumbled groan shaking his chest.
My face pressed into the pillow, so hard I couldn’t breathe all that well, but I was turned on by it. “Did you like that, baby? You like watching him fuck me?”
I wanted Josh to fuck me right then, better than Reed did. I wanted him to show me how much he wanted me and how what he saw, turned him on. I wanted him to own me, take out his possessiveness on me.
I wanted to understand his need in this, and most of all, I wanted him, so badly. It was like everything with Reed had been foreplay and now I wanted the real deal.
“So much. I was so fucking hard when you were gag
ging on his dick.” His hand that wasn’t pulling at my hair, snaked around my face, his fingers in my mouth. My mouth opened instinctively, tongue swirling around his rough fingers and then sucking.
Josh grunted with each forceful thrust, his body hard, never letting up, his cock so deep it hurt in the deepest parts of my stomach.
“Don’t ever fucking forget it, Logan. You’re mine.”
Those words rang in my ears, a reminder I should have listened to.
“Two dozen cupcakes.”
“Is your niece having another party?”
“Different niece.” Brevin handed me the order form, grinning widely like he was hiding a secret. “Willow’s turning two. She’s a cupcake girl. I still prefer cake, but whatever the kid wants.”
Why is he grinning like that?
Stevie walked by, arms full of boxes. “I’ll be back later. I’m taking these to the recycling.”
Recycling was her way of stalking the guy next door at the coffee shop.
When I had Brevin’s order complete, and paid for, I looked at his debit card and the picture of a guy wake boarding on the back, and then to Brevin.
He was still smiling, this time it twisted to a more sexual smile, seductive and he leaned into the counter. “Can I have my debit card, cutie?”
Cutie? Wait a second…
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Wake boarder. Wakes22.
Oh, my fuck.
“I’m so embarrassed!” I shrieked, my hand flying up to cover my mouth. My cheeks were so hot I felt like I’d walked into a sauna.
“Why? Don’t be.” Brevin choked on his laughter, the back of his hand over his own mouth, as if he was laughing inside of a library and waiting for the librarian to shush him. “I’m not.”
“I don’t know. I feel like you know some kind of deep dark secret about me now.”
The fact that Brevin of all people was on the site threw me, like I’d lost all sense of gravity.
He waggled his eyebrows, leaning against the counter and playing with the stack of business cards next to his hand. “I kinda do.”
Look at his hand. I bet that hand took care of himself a lot.
Oh, God, the images in my head now. I’d love to see him stroking his cock.
Who the hell was I?
“How long have you known about Josh?” My words came out hushed, though there was absolutely no one in the shop.
He laughed. “Few months.”
“Why did you join the site?”
He laughed again, as if it should have been obvious. “Pussy. Why else?”
I had to laugh at the crassness of the answer, but it seemed fitting for his personality. “A guy like you…wouldn’t it be easy for you to get it any time you want?”
“I suppose. But I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you, and that hasn’t happened yet.”
My cheeks glowed immediately. He wanted me?
Brevin seemed like he had nowhere else he wanted to be right then, his eyes so intent on mine it made me squirm. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Why did you join?”
“For Josh. He wants me to have sex with other men.”
“Beautiful girl like you…” he let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t be able to share.” I knew then, Brevin enjoyed pushing the boundaries, and when I pushed back, it gave him something to work for, he smirked and waited for me to weaken.
“Sometimes I wonder why he does,” I admitted, without thinking.
“Do you enjoy it?”
“What, being watched?”
“Yeah…”
“The first few times, yeah, I guess I did because it was something different. Suddenly I was desired in ways I’d never been before. It was thrilling in a sense.”
“And now?” he pressed, knowing there was more to my answer than this.
“I’m not sure.”
It felt easy to talk to Brevin like this, and I didn’t think it would with anyone but Stevie. With Brevin, conversations flowed and once I started talking to him, I couldn’t stop. And then I felt guilty because surely Josh wouldn’t approve of this.
“Well…” Leaning into the counter, his eyes were low. He licked his bottom lip, coming closer. “You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now.” A soft rumbling growl left his lips. “In front of everyone. So I guess I understand that a little.”
And here came that relaxed feeling again because ordinarily, I would have shied away from anyone but Josh saying that to me.
With Josh, I was being that girl. The one willing to sacrifice everything for a guy.
From the beginning, I wanted to be with Josh because he was that guy.
Picture it like this. You’re going through high school, nerdy, braces, skinned-up knees and freckles. The jock, the one with all the girls and friends, he never looked your way. Hell, for all you know, he didn’t even know you existed.
And then one day he knew exactly who you were and wanted to date you.
Exactly like that movie Pretty In Pink.
You’d do anything to keep the guy, right?
Somewhere along the lines, and the more time I spent around Brevin, I feared the girl Josh wanted didn’t even exist.
I didn’t sleep well that night. I couldn’t get Brevin out of my head no matter how hard I tried. Every thought was about him, in some way.
Closing my eyes, I saw his beautiful dark eyes and the way they reminded me of a starry night.
I didn’t want to think about Brevin like that because if I did, what would that mean? I could see myself falling for him and I was with Josh. I couldn’t have those feelings for two men. Not like that. Only the feeling was consuming me and I didn’t know how to deal with it.
That night, as I waited for Josh to get home, I remembered he and Jeb were staying overnight in Longview and would be back in the morning, so I messaged Brevin. Like a fucking idiot going against her own advice.
Cutiewitbootie: How do you feel about being watched?
wakes22: While I’m fucking you?
Cutiewitbootie: Yeah…
wakes22: By who?
Cutiewitbootie: Josh.
He was silent for an hour and I thought for sure he wouldn’t reply. I’d lose him as a friend once he realized we couldn’t do anything without Josh being there.
Somewhere between taking the clothes from the washer and putting them in the dryer, he replied.
wakes22: I’m okay with it. What did you have in mind?
Cutiewitbootie: What turns you on?
wakes22: Hmmm… Ask me?
There he went again with me voicing my want.
Cutiewitbootie: If we met up, what would you do to me?
He described a few things, nothing too out of control and asked if he could see a picture of me, naked, playing with my pussy.
With a lot of apprehension on my part, I sent him a video of me, naked, with me playing with a dildo. It felt wrong to do so but then again, Josh knew the site was like this. Even so, I presumed I was pushing boundaries here.
wakes22: Does that feel good in your pussy? Wish it was me.
I wish it was you, too.
Cutiewitbootie: It does feel good.
wakes22: I loved your tiny little moan.
Cutiewitbootie: One day you will get to hear me, if you want.
The message dinged. wakes22 sent you a video.
Please for the love of all that’s holy, let him be naked!
Swallowing hard, my heart pounded in my chest. My fingertip swiped the message to see the video of him stroking himself. It was so completely different than the messages I had with everyone else because I knew Brevin. My eyes gravitated to the screen, unable to look away as his right hand stroked down his rock hard erection. He looked well-endowed. His legs were spread out on a dark gray comforter, his left hand on his inner thigh and then moving to cup his balls. I watched in utter fascination as his chest muscles shook and the way he squirmed around.
Cutiewitbootie: Fuck me. You’re delicious.
wakes22: Baby, I’d love to fuck your tight wet pussy. And you’re more delicious and making me so hard!
Cutiewitbootie: How big are you?
wakes22: 7 inches. And I want to stuff every inch into your pussy.
Cutiewitbootie: Keep talking.
wakes22: I want to fill you up completely and spank that sexy ass right before I pull my cock out and suck on your clit until you beg me to stop.
Cutiewitbootie: God yes!
The message dinged, again. wakes22 sent you a video.
It was another video of him stroking himself and verifying, yep, he was definitely around seven inches.
YES!
wakes22: After I’m done eating your pussy, I’m going to go back to pounding you. I want that wet pussy to swallow my cock.
wakes22: Shall I keep going?
I laughed.
Cutiewitbootie: Hell yes. I love it.
wakes22: You’re making me so fucking hard.
Cutiewitbootie: How long can you last? You talk a big game but I like a man who can handle me for more than a few minutes.
wakes22: Fuck baby, with you, I could go as long as you wanted. Do you like the taste of cock? I’d love to stare into those beautiful eyes while you drained my cock.
Cutiewitbootie: I love to suck cock. Just no ass to mouth.
No you don’t. Not really, Logan.
Okay, one little lie wouldn’t hurt.
wakes22: I’d love to fuck your pussy then slowly pull out and push it into your mouth. I want you to know how good your pussy tastes.
Cutiewitbootie: Mmmm.
wakes22: No ass to mouth. Promise. I could always suck your clit while you sucked my cock to return the favor. What does mmmm mean? Are you touching yourself?
I was… sliding my vibrator over my sex with intention.
Cutiewitbootie: Yes.
wakes22: I’d like to have your pussy in my face right now. I’d rip those wet panties off you and stuff them in your mouth so you could taste yourself and then I’d fuck you so hard you scream for me, beg for me to come all over you.
Cutiewitbootie: So I take it you want to meet up?
He then sent a picture of him holding his hard cock and the small pool of semen on his stomach. It was enough that it made me come too.
