by Tahlia Gold
He cracks open our beers and we clink them together. He says, “To old times.”
We drink our beers in relative silence. He’s looking off the balcony out into the distance. I wish I knew what he was thinking. He was always the kind of guy that would push his feelings deep down inside. I guess he had to be with the kind of childhood he had—mom gone, dad an abusive drunk. That’s why he came to live with us when he was seventeen. That’s when our little fling, if you can even call it that, really started to blossom.
He finishes his beer and walks towards me, takes my bottle and sets it on the ground. I want him so fucking bad.
He’s on me fast, pressing his tongue into my mouth, hard, recklessly. I take it. I take it all. I want to take everything he has. He tastes like beer and cigarettes. It’s foreign, but not bad.
His hips push into me. I can feel his hardness and I push my hips back into him. When his hand finds my breast I let out a soft moan. He squeezes my nipple, then his hand envelopes my entire breast. He squeezes it hard, almost to the point of pain, but it only flirts with pain and never crosses over from the threshold of pleasure.
Then his hand moves down from my chest, fast, raking over my shirt, down to the bottom of my skirt. The roughness of his hands against my smooth thighs sends a shiver through me. My pussy is alive with desire.
He wastes no time finding it and snatches my panties aside, then he plunges a finger into me. It’s so wet he slides in effortlessly. I moan, louder now.
Then it’s two fingers, and he’s rubbing my clit. He bites my neck while me touches me. “Mmmm.” My breathing is hot, fast. I’m getting close.
I moan again into his ear.
Then he pulls his hand away from between my legs, pulls away from me. He’s grinning.
I’m not; I’m concentrated on one thing only. “What?”
“I don’t want you to come yet.”
I need to come. “What do you want me to do?” I can feel my heart beating in my neck.
“I want you to take your panties off.”
“Out here?” I look around. Nobody else is out on their balcony.
He nods.
I look down at the ground.
“Don’t be shy,” he says.
I’ve never had a man tell me what to do like this before. And I don’t know why, I can’t explain it, but it’s exhilarating. I reach down under my skirt and gently pull the black, lace thong down my legs, past my knees, and step out of them. I hold them up in the air, dangling from my index finger. “Now what?”
He takes them from me, looks at them. “They’re all wet. You don’t need these anymore.” Then he tosses them over the balcony.
I lean over the balcony to see where they went, make sure they didn’t land on one of my neighbor’s heads. I can imagine the note I’ll get on my door tomorrow: ‘Kindly keep your undergarments inside your apartment.’
Then his hands are on my hips, he’s behind me, grabbing me, pulling me into his body. He reaches down the back of my skirt, grabs a handful of my ass, then reaches between my legs, and slips a finger into my shaved, swollen pussy.
A moan comes out, loud and fast. I put my hand over my mouth. If any of the neighbors hear me, they just have to walk out on their balcony to see me getting finger fucked by this hot biker. It turns me on even more, if that’s possible.
His finger finds my clit. He rubs it gently, in tight circles. “Oh fuck. I’m going to come,” I say.
Then he stops again. “What did I say about that? I don’t want you to come yet.” He spins me around.
I don’t know if I can take much more of this.
His tongue is in my mouth again. I’m desperate to have his cock inside me.
I slip my hand down the front of his pants, into his underwear. I find the thick, hunk of flesh. It’s warm and pulsing against my palm. I squeeze it and start to rub it up and down.
He presses into me again. A cloud of thunder rumbles over us and fat drops of rain start to fall. I don’t care. His hand is back on my pussy, insistent.
I have to come now. I grind my pussy into his fingers. I pull on his cock. I need it so bad. The drops of rain get bigger and harder. They start to stream down his face. “Let’s go inside,” he says.
I’ll do anything he wants at this point.
When we get inside, he says, “Where’s the bed?”
I point, and murmur. I can barely talk.
He leads me to the bedroom then motions me to get down on the bed. I spread my legs for him, lift my skirt, showing him my freshly shaved pussy. He strips his shirt off and I’m reminded once again of how fucking chiseled he is underneath. He’s grinning as he looks between my legs.
“What do you want?” he asks.
“I want your cock inside me,” I say. It sounds like another person completely. These aren’t words I use. I don’t know where they’re coming from. I don’t care. I just want his dick and I want it now. He goes to the window, opens it. The sound of rain rushes inside.
“Take your clothes off,” he says.
I quickly strip my shirt and bra and skirt and I’m lying naked in front of him.
He steps out of his pants, and he’s standing there naked, his massive cock pointing towards me. He deftly rolls a condom over it. I can’t help but stare.
I want it.
I need it.
Lightning fills the sky and the light snatches through the window, illuminating his hard body. All muscles, tattoos and machismo. One Mississippi later a huge crash of thunder hits and it’s as if that’s the queue he was waiting for.
He jumps on me.
I feel the animal in him. The primal instinct driving us to each other.
His hot breath is on my neck, his tip is at my entrance. He holds it there. Even this animal on top of me is showing more self-control than I could possibly muster. My body needs him.
I moan in agony. I whisper into his ear. “Put it in me.”
And he does.
He slides it in, slowly, slowly. It fills me up.
I gasp, rake my nails across his back. The walls of my pussy contract around him.
He leaves it there for a moment. Not moving. Just staying put. I feel like he’s claiming his spot. And I like it. He can have it. He can have every last inch of me.
I say louder this time, “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”
And he does.
He pulls out, then drives it in. Again. Again, he fills my pussy.
My back arches, my hips find his rhythm and our bodies are convulsing in union.
His tongue prods into my mouth. His hand grips my breast, hard.
Lightning fills the room again, more thunder. The smell of rain comes through the open windows, mixes with our sweat and passion.
He fucks me hard and fast. I’ve never been brought so close to the brink of orgasm this quickly before. My body is responding to him in ways I never knew possible.
His cock is the only thing I can concentrate on. It’s filling everything and everything is perfect right in this moment. There’s nothing else I need or want. Just this man and his big cock.
“Oh fuck. I’m going to come,” I say.
That drives him to fuck me harder. He hits the perfect spot. Lightning strikes again. Everything is vibrating with electrostatic energy. The thunder crash comes hard and deep, vibrating my chest.
And then I’m over the edge.
I’m moaning so loud it’s almost like a scream. My body convulses beneath him. The heat radiates all over me. A release so complete, so fulfilling. And I had no idea I was holding anything.
He groans and thrusts into me. His face is wrenched, his body stiffens. He’s coming hard.
And then his entire body goes limp.
Our chests heave in and out against each other, back and forth, each taking turns occupying the space between us.
Holy fucking shit.
16
Dylan
I wake up to the sight of Jess’ naked back next to me. She’s lying on he
r side and the curve of her spine traces all the way down to the top of her butt where the sheet is. The pillow I’m lying on smells like her—lavender.
The clock next to her bed says 9:14am. Shit. I have to be at the club house at 10:00 to leave for Vegas with Road Dawg. I never should have even slept here. When have I ever slept over at a girl’s house after fucking her? I always leave after fucking them. Always.
No, that doesn’t mean shit. It was raining like El Niño was giving his all to drown the California coast. I didn’t feel like riding in the rain and getting drenched. Riding in the rain sucks and I avoid it when I can.
And besides that I was exhausted. We were up until I don’t know when. After we finished the first time we laid there for a bit, but then she was practically begging for more. And, if I remember right, I think I’m the one that wanted to go a third time. You got to get it while the getting is good. And she wanted it bad. She couldn’t get enough. That girl must be absolutely starved for sex.
I can’t lie, I was about to bust too; I haven’t been laid since before that day in the hospital when I had to get stitches. So I had no qualms about giving that girl all the D she wanted.
And between all the fucking, we actually talked. And even more than that, I was actually interested in what she had to say. I can’t even remember the last time that’s happened with a girl. They’re usually going on about how some other bitch slighted them at the strip club and how so-and-so is fucking whoever the fuck—I don’t fucking care. Jess wasn’t talking about anything profound. She was making her own little pillow talk, about work, about what she’s going to do after residency, about what she’s been doing since I took off. And I was eating that shit up.
I shake my head. I need to get the hell out of here. Without waking her, I carefully slip out of the bed and go into the bathroom to take a piss.
This was not how I planned things to go. The plan was to fuck her and forget her. That’s always the plan. Stick to the plan. When you have a plan, and you don’t stick to it, you might as well not have wasted the time with a plan at all. Show some goddamn self-control for once in your life.
Now, here I am, sleeping over at her apartment. And what’s worse is I even like it. I’m playing house over here with the good doctor, the sex-crazed, hot-as-hell good doctor. Playing house. What the fuck is this? Pathetic is what it is.
I need to get the fuck out of dodge before she wakes up. I need to lose her goddamn phone number and go back to the clubhouse where I belong. Go back to my life. My good life. My life that I love, that I don’t need to change. My single life where I do whatever the hell I want. When we get to Vegas tonight, I need to fuck a new girl. Maybe two girls at once. Get the taste out of my mouth.
When I get back into the bedroom Jess is sitting up in the bed, legs crossed, her breasts exposed. So much for sneaking out. I can’t help but stare at her puffy pink nipples and my dick starts to harden.
She’s staring right at it, a wicked little smile starting to creep over her lips. Why didn’t I put on some damn clothes when I got up? I know that smile. I learned about it last night. That’s the smile she gets when she wants my cock. “You’re up,” she says.
I shrug. “I got to get going.” I look around for my clothes. They’re strewn all around her room, like a hurricane came through here.
She makes a mock pouty face that’s so fucking cute. “Really?” She’s looking at my cock, biting her lip.
Now I’m at full, fucking attention. My brain is saying let’s go, but my dick is saying put me in coach, put me in.
“But,” she says, “I wanted to give you something before you left.”
This woman is Satan. I’m selling her my soul right here, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
Her tongue slips out over her lips, runs sideways, leaving a glistening trail of wetness in its wake.
I know exactly what she wants to give me. My dick is a concrete block and my heart is pounding so hard I can feel it pulsing down there.
“Listen,” I say. “I really have to go.” I don’t know why I’m even making this half-assed effort to resist her; it’s just making me look weak, like she can snap her fingers and get me to do whatever the fuck she wants.
But who am I kidding?
She moves to the edge of the bed, sits there with her legs hanging off the side, open, giving me a perfect view of her. “Are you sure?” she asks, her eyes fixed on my cock, the corners of her mouth turned up in that devilish grin. “I can’t get you to stay? Not even for just a little bit?” She opens her mouth, closes her eyes, tilts her head back slightly.
No man—sane or crazy, straight or gay—could resist this.
And I stop trying.
I position myself in front of her, taking a handful of hair at the back of her head, gripping tight.
She moans as I pull her wet, open lips to the tip of my cock.
Her tongue flicks out to meet it, working at the soft sensitive skin underneath. She grips the back of my legs with her hands and pulls me into her mouth.
I groan, loud, as she takes my length, slowly, until my tip is in her throat, and she keeps it there for a moment until a slight gag makes her pull away.
Goddamn, this girl is so fucking hot.
She wraps one of her slender hands around the base of my wet cock, starts pumping it slowly while her mouth and tongue work at a feverish pace over the rest of it.
Oh, fuck.
Her other hand comes up to my balls and gently squeezes. She looks up at me. My dick is filling her mouth, spit is dripping all down her chin, and those sexy fucking eyes are looking up at me, searching my face as if she’s trying to see if I like what she’s doing.
The answer is hell fucking yes.
But I’m not about to blow my load without getting a taste of her first. Using all my will power, I manage to pull my cock out of her mouth and she gives me that same pouty face from before. I’m almost tempted to put my dick back in just to keep her from looking so sad even though I know it’s an act.
“Turn around,” I say. “Get on all fours.”
She bites her lip. I’ve died and gone to some kind of sex fantasy land. This can’t be my life right now. A sexy, smart doctor is biting her lip, giving me this look that says she wants nothing in the world more than my cock inside her.
But she’s going to have to be patient. It’s my turn to taste her.
Once she gets turned around, she arches her back hard, and sticks her ass and pussy up at me. What a sight.
I’m mesmerized by what’s happening in front of me. Innocent Jess isn’t such a good girl after all.
She looks back at me and says in her pretend good-girl voice, “Is this what you want?”
I waste no time before I bury my tongue into her pussy. She tastes so fucking good. I want to bottle this up and carry it around with me everywhere.
She’s grinding her hips into me, pressing her soaking wet lips to my mouth.
While my tongue snakes across her swollen clit, making her moan, I reach up to squeeze her breasts, playing with her hard nipples, making her squirm even more.
Then I take my tongue from her pussy and I flick it across her perfectly tight asshole.
Her body bucks. “Fuck!” she moans, then presses her ass back into me, begging for more.
And I give her what she wants—just for a little bit—until it’s time for the main event. “You’re a dirty little girl aren’t you? Letting me lick your ass. A very bad girl.”
She looks back at me, her face flush with blood, and nods. “What are you going to do about it?” she asks.
I shake my head. This girl. This girl is a sex kitten. I’ve created a monster. I put my hand on her right ass cheek, squeeze it, then deliver a spank.
Her ass wags back and forth, inviting more. The skin where I spanked her is turning a light pink color, the shape of my hand.
I give her another spank on the other cheek. You can’t have these things being uneven.
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�Mmmm,” she moans, arching her back even harder.
I need to bury my cock inside her. My finger slips between her soaking wet lips. She’s dripping and ready. My dick is spasming. “Do you have a condom? I only brought three.”
She points to the nightstand beside her bed, back still arched, ass in the air.
I find the condom and tear the package open, then quickly roll it over my cock. One more spank before I bring my tip to her opening.
Her puckered asshole spasms as I rub my crown against her pussy. She pushes her hips back into me, trying to force my cock inside her but I hold it back, rubbing the entrance, teasing her with half-thrusts until I can’t take it anymore.
I bury the length of my cock inside her, grabbing her hipbones for leverage. I pull out and then put it back in, slowly, working my pace up to a nice clip.
She’s moaning. One of her hands is pinching her nipples. Her head is down.
I reach forward, grab her hair, and gently pull her head back, not so much as to make it uncomfortable, but enough to give her a sense of who’s in charge.
She says, “You feel so fucking good.”
My pace quickens. With each thrust, her hips are coming back to meet mine, and the slap, slap, slap of our bodies colliding mixes with her soft moans. My abs are tightening; all my muscles are tense.
Her moans become louder. She’s getting close to orgasm. Her noises bring me closer. After last night, I know exactly the point when she’s about to go over. I know exactly how to bring her there, and how to make her hold off.
But now isn’t the time for a long drawn out fuck session. The clock says 9:38am. I need to go. I don’t want to leave this moment but I have to.
My thumb comes up to her asshole, lightly pressures against it, as I continue fucking her.
“Fuck,” she screams. “Fuck. Oh, fuck.”
When she comes, I let myself release. My whole body tightens. My hands clamp around her hips, pulling her tight to me. My fingers dig into the soft skin around her ass. I deposit my load inside her as I groan.
Then it’s done. I rest my chest down on her naked, sweating torso. We’re breathing together again. I can hear her heart beating through her back.
