by Harley Stone
“How’re you doing?” he asked, eyeing my glass as he sipped from his own. He patted the cushion beside him. “You seem keyed up. Sit. Talk to me.” He took another sip. “This shit isn’t bad.”
No, it was good. Strong. Perfect. My buzz was already coming back, and soon I’d be good to go, ready to make rash decisions I’d most likely regret tomorrow in a desperate attempt to feel better tonight. I drained the rest of my glass and stood. “I’m gonna make another.”
I turned to go back into the kitchen, but Havoc grabbed my hand, halting my progress. “No, babe. You’re not getting shit-faced.”
Who the hell was he to cut me off in my own house? Before I tell him to mind his own business and take advantage of me like he should, he tugged me down onto his lap. “You’re nervous. I get that. But if you let me, I can make you feel better.” The back of his hand trailed up my bare arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. As his hard cock pressed against my backside, he slowly pulled the pins out of my hair, releasing it in a cascade of curls. His eyes darkened, and his fingers ran through my hair and trailed down my bare back as his lips landed on mine. He grabbed my arms and held me still, kissing my breath away. His hands continued to roam my body, sliding down my cleavage, kneading my breasts, slipping under my dress and to climb my thighs to my hot, wet core. Pushing aside my thong, he teased my clit and I moaned into his mouth. With his fingers still dancing over my sensitive area, he pulled back and met my gaze, his expression dangerous. It sent a thrill up my spine and more heat to my core.
“I can help you, Jules.”
He’d already done so much, yet, I would gladly accept more. “How?”
“I’ll make you scream my name so many times you’ll forget his.” He plucked the glass from my hand and set it down on the coffee table. “But only if you’re sober. We’re not doing this if you’re wasted.”
I swallowed and looked away from his soul-consuming stare. “And afterward? I know it’s lame, but you’re… I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you, and…” My god, I sounded so weak! I wanted to kick myself, but instead snapped my mouth closed, hoping I didn’t screw this up.
“I’m not going anywhere, babe.” He stroked my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ears.
Relieved, I let out a breath. “How do you feel about us being friends? With benefits?”
His lips grazed my jaw then drifted down my neck as his hand continued to massage my most sensitive area. “If that’s what you want, I’m in, but I have a couple of conditions.”
His fingers and lips were driving me so crazy I probably would have agreed to anything as long as he continued to tease my body. “I’m listening.”
“No lying, no games,”
“No bullshit,” I finished.
“Right. You gotta keep being straight with me.” His finger circled my entrance before dipping into me.
I moaned, nodding. “Yes. Okay.”
“Good.” He pulled his finger out and spread my wetness around my clit. “We need to be exclusive. Everyone has their triggers, and that’s mine, Jules. I don’t fuck around, and if I’m hittin’ this pussy and I find out you let some other motherfucker in, I’ll probably snap and kill him. I don’t share. Ever.”
The idea of him killing for me probably shouldn’t turn me on, but it did. The passion in his jealousy was so hot it made me want to wrap my legs around him. He dipped his finger inside me again while nibbling my neck and I almost came.
“Yes,” I breathed, agreeing to his conditions as well as the incredible things he was doing to my body. “But it goes both ways. I will cut a bitch, Havoc, and they will never find her body.”
“Fuck,” he pulled his hand away from my core to cradle me in his arms, standing. My jealousy must have turned him on as well. “I need to fuck you. Where’s your bed?”
I directed him to the door, and he went in and set me beside the bed. “I love this dress, but it’s gotta go,” he said, bending to grab the hem of my gown and pull it over my head in one smooth motion before tossing it aside. His gaze raked over my body before landing on the cups holding up my boobs. “You’re gonna have to help me out here.”
While I removed the cups, Havoc went to work on the rest of my body. He kissed my stomach and my hips as he slid my thong down and had me step out of it. Finished with the bra cups, I leaned over to undo the straps of my heels, but he stopped me.
“Leave them,” he commanded. Then his gaze landed on my breasts which were a little red from the adhesive on the cups. “Does that hurt?” he asked.
I shook my head. Between the booze and what he was doing to my body, I felt nothing but pleasure.
“You have the sexiest tits I’ve ever seen,” he said, grabbing one as his mouth attacked the other. His other hand snaked around my waist and grabbed my ass, holding me there while he sucked and played. He released my nipple to attack the other one before pulling away to let his gaze drift further south.
“You ready for this, Jules?” he asked.
I nodded. But since he wasn’t looking at my face, I added, “Yes.”
Attention still on my pussy, he licked his lips. “Good, because I’m fuckin’ hungry.”
Havoc
JULIA’S BODY WAS incredible, soft and hard in all the right places. It responded to every touch, every kiss. I couldn’t wait to see how she reacted to my cock. I’d never been so turned on in my life, and it was a struggle not to throw her on the bed and slam my dick into her. I promised her multiple orgasms, though, and I’m nothing if not a man of my word.
With my back to the bed, I knelt in front of Julia, running my hands down her perfect body. She watched with hooded eyes as I spread her legs and scooted her forward until she was straddling my face. I started with a gentle lick from entrance to clit, and she moaned and rested her hands on the bed behind me for support. I licked again and again before focusing on her clit and reaching up to pinch her nipples while I sucked and teased her. When her clit was fully swollen, I ran my tongue down her seam before plunging into her soaked pussy. She tasted so sweet I wanted more, and the way her body was trembling only encouraged me to go deeper.
“Fuck my face, Jules,” I demanded. “You’re so sweet. I want to taste you when you come.”
With my tongue back inside her, I draped her legs over my shoulders and leaned my head back onto the bed. I grabbed her ass and scooted her forward again, so I could get deeper. Her body was reacting, but she was holding back. Still trying to be so goddamn prim and proper. That’s okay. I knew how to force her to let go. Torturing us both, I slid my tongue out of her pussy and went back to gently licking her clit.
She growled in frustration.
I laughed. “What’s wrong, babe?” I licked her again. “Not what you want?”
“No.”
“Tell me.” My hands slid up the inside of her thighs until my thumbs were positioned at either side of her entrance.
“I want… you to… go back to what you were doing.”
“You want me to stick my tongue back in your pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Say the words, Jules. Tell me what you want.”
“Put your tongue in me.”
She wasn’t getting off that easily. “In where? Talk dirty to me.”
“Put your tongue in my pussy.”
“Only if you promise to use it. Promise to fuck my mouth?” I blew on her entrance, and then circled it with my tongue, giving her a little incentive.
She moaned. “Yes.”
“The words, babe.”
“I’ll fuck your mouth.”
When my tongue plunged back in, she cried out in relief. She didn’t move to fuck my mouth, but I didn’t think I could stop. My dick was getting impatient, and I needed her to come so I could fuck her and get some relief. I grabbed her hips and started grinding her against my face. She picked up on what I was doing and took over, getting me deeper into that spot she needed me in. It was so fucking hot to watch her as she worked to pleasure hersel
f on my tongue. I moved my hands to her ass to give her a little more stability, and she responded with fervor, picking up the pace until she unraveled around me. When she was done, I flipped her over, lying her on the bed to lap up the last of her juices.
“You taste so damn good,” I said, removing my tank.
Her eyes cracked open and she stared at my chest approvingly. Her appreciation only made me harder. She watched as I grabbed a condom from my pocket and set it on the bed before I unfastened my belt and pants and slid them down. Her gaze went straight to the bulge in my boxers, so I stroked it a couple of times before removing the last of my clothing and setting my cock free. Her eyes widened as she stared at it.
“What’s on your mind, Jules?” I asked, rolling the condom over my cock.
“That is… uh… I’m concerned about it fitting.”
I grabbed her by the waist and scooted her until her ass was at the edge of the bed. To make sure she was still ready for me, I bent and lapped at her pussy one more time. She was even wetter. “Tastes like you like my big dick,” I said. “Your pussy’s all ready for it.”
Leaning over her body, I sucked a nipple into my mouth and lined my cock up at her entrance. She was so damn tight it took every ounce of control I had not to come as I slowly worked my way inside her. Refusing to blow my load, I thought about football and forced my body to calm the fuck down. Julia wasn’t helping with the way she was biting her lip, and her sexy little mewling sounds just made me want to fuck her harder. Faster.
Friends with benefits.
If that’s what she needed from me, that’s what we’d be. For now. But as I eased deeper into her tight pussy, with the sweet taste of her still on my tongue, I planned to hit this as many times as she let me. I felt feral. Possessed. I wanted to claim her… to make sure she knew I was the only man capable of pleasing her ever again. I wanted to fuck her until she was walking funny and blowing up my cell phone for more. I wanted to show her positions and challenge her sexually in ways that her ex could only dream of.
The fucker had gotten into my head, too, but I’d show him that I could protect her. Even from herself.
Pulling out of Julia, I draped her legs over my shoulders before pumping back inside. Deeper now. She took me all in. Her big round tits bounced, and she let out a gasp. Creamy skin writhing on her gray comforter, legs in the air, hair spread out like a goddamn halo, she looked like a fucking dream.
Her pussy squeezed around my dick, and I sucked in a breath. I’d never been inside something so tight and perfect.
“Oh God,” she breathed, arching her back.
Those tits. I wished I could clone myself, so I could give them both the attention they deserved while I fucked her. I wanted every inch of her body at once. I wanted my dick in her mouth, in her pussy, and in her ass as my hands and lips covered her entire body. She was a gift and I wanted to unwrap her completely and use her up.
“You like that?” I asked, sliding out to slam back into her, harder. “Like it when I fuck you, Jules?”
Her walls tightened around me again as her climax began to build. “Yes.”
No way was I letting her come again so soon. Time to tease her a bit. I pulled out completely and attacked her tits with my mouth.
She growled again, like a cute little kitten playing with a dangerous grizzly. She could growl all she wanted, but I’d already eaten her, and now I was playing with my food. Chuckling at her mock ferociousness, I released her nipple to claim her mouth, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Growling and writhing, she grabbed a hold of my cock and tried to force me back into her.
Releasing her mouth, I asked, “What do you want, babe?” I dipped the head inside her and stilled. Soaked. Hot. My dick ached to go all the way in, to spread her wide and fuck her the way she wanted me to. “Do you want this?”
“Yes.”
“You know I like it when those perfect plump lips talk dirty. Tell me what you want. Be explicit.” I pulled out of her again.
Another growl. “I want your cock.”
I sucked on her nipple, nibbling until she gasped. “How do you want it?”
“I want you to fuck me,” she breathed. “Hard. Fuck me hard, Havoc.”
That, I could do. I scooped her up by the waist, positioned her higher on the bed, and flipped her over on her hands and knees. “Is this how you want it?” I asked.
“Yes,” she breathed.
I grabbed her hips, and buried myself deep inside her in one hard thrust.
She gasped.
“How hard do you want it?” I asked.
“Harder,” she said. “Faster.”
Not only was she gorgeous, tough, smart, and funny, but she liked it rough. I was in heaven. Digging my hand in her hair, I gave a little tug as I picked up the pace. “You like that?”
“Yes. God, yes. Fuck me.”
Our skin slapped together as I pushed into her harder, faster, making her moan and writhe. With my free hand, I smacked her ass, gently at first.
“More,” she cried out.
I smacked her harder, again and again, until her ass cheek was red. Then I released her hair and changed hands to start in on the other side.
“God, yes,” she whimpered.
Her pussy squeezed around me again and I almost lost control. I needed to get her there before I did. I reddened up the other ass cheek. She let out a moan and then her walls squeezed around me again. She was close.
“Good girl. Come for me. Get there.”
Grabbing a hold of her hips I fucked her until we both cried out our release. She collapsed on the bed, and I stood to get rid of the condom. I washed up and came back to her bedroom, wondering what I should do. I was damn tired, and her king-sized bed looked comfortable and inviting, especially with the blanket down around her hips. Bet I could sleep really well cupping her tits in my hands. Maybe with a nipple in my mouth…
But Julia and I were in a good place—friends with benefits, fuck yeah!—and I didn’t want shit between us to get complicated. The last time I’d spent the night had landed me with a clinger that had taken forever to shake.
Not like I had any intention of shaking Julia. No, I was far from finished with her tight little pussy. But that was beside the point. She had established boundaries, and I wanted to respect what she’d decided. Friends with benefits. I’d respect the shit out of that. And hopefully, in return, she’d be willing to let me pound that pussy often. Which led me to the question I was struggling with… Did friends sleep over in the same bed? Not damn likely. I reached for my pants, but before I could put them on she opened one eye and stared at me.
“Stay,” she said, her voice heavy with sleep. “You didn’t make me scream your name once, so you still have work to do.” Smiling, her eyelid closed, and she patted the bed beside her.
This broad was dangerous; she knew how to pull my strings. No way could I walk out after being reminded that I hadn’t fulfilled my promise. Planning for an eventful night, I tugged the rest of the condoms from my pocket and set them on the nightstand for easy access. Then I slid into bed beside her. Julia was already asleep, so I decided to get a little rest before round two. I passed out on my side, spooning her sexy body and palming one of her perfect tits.
A few hours later, I woke up on my back with Julia’s lips wrapped around my dick. “Good morning,” she garbled around a mouthful of cock. Then she smiled and slid down my shaft until I hit the back of her throat.
Best fucking wakeup call I’d ever had. I moaned, pushing myself deeper. She practically swallowed my cock whole before coming back up.
“That feels so fuckin’ good,” I hissed.
Smiling, she did her best to swallow me again. I watched, admiring the contrast of her pink lips sliding up and down my shaft. The way she hollowed out her cheeks to get further. The way her eyes watered with the effort.
“You are so damn sexy, Jules.”
She released my shaft and attacked my balls, sucking one into her mouth, and
then the other. When she finished, she fanned out her tongue and slowly licked up my shaft from base to head. She was killing me. I let her play for a while, and then it was time for revenge.
“Swing your hips over here,” I commanded. “I want your pussy.”
She shook her head. “Nope. This is all about you. You know I like it when those perfect plump lips talk dirty. Tell me what you want. Be explicit.”
The smartass was throwing my words back at me. Thought she was in charge, did she? Cute. Time to remind the little kitten what it felt like to be devoured. I grabbed her by the hips and positioned her to straddle my face.
“Hey!” she objected.
My tongue landed on her clit and her argument morphed into a moan. I licked and flicked, and she went back to sucking on my cock. Her pussy was already soaked. Sucking my dick had turned her on, and I loved that. Desperate to repay the morning oral she’d blessed me with, I alternated between fingering and licking her. Her mouth slid up and down my cock. She added both hands. Rubbing. Tugging. I licked her harder, faster, my fingers attacking her g-spot as I worked. It became a competition. The harder and faster I fucked her with my tongue and fingers, the harder and faster she sucked my dick. Soon, her head was bobbing up and down so fast my balls were clenching as I tried not to blow my load. With my fingers and tongue still plunging into her pussy, I tried to pull my dick out of her mouth, but she refused to give it up.
I came in her mouth and she fucking swallowed it!
I would have never pegged a girl like Julia for a swallower, but knowing she was made me appreciate her even more. Wanting to show her a little of my appreciation I flipped her over, so I was on top. Then I repositioned myself and ate her pussy until she did scream my name, begging me to stop because she was ticklish after coming. We settled into bed again, and I glanced at the alarm clock. Four forty-three a.m.
“Do you have to go?” she asked, sounding disappointed as she followed my gaze. “Because that was only once, and you cheated by tickling me. You promised I’d be screaming your name many times. One is not many.”
