by Julie Raust
“Stop fuckin’ teasin’ me, Red. I need it now,” Trix demanded.
Red smacked her ass hard again and chuckled as he slipped his digits out from between her cheeks.
“Aw, come on now babe, you know how much I like makin’ you wait for it.”
In response, Trix lifted her leg higher and circled both hands around to the back of her ass. Taunting Red, she spread her cheeks open as wide as they could go. Giving both men a glimpse of her dripping wet pussy and her stretched and ready-to-use ass.
“Fuuuuucck! You ain’t setting yourself up for an easy ride this time, babe,” Red confessed, breathlessly. “But, right now my dick doesn’t give a damn how much it’s gonna hurt when I ram it into your tight little bud.”
Matt watched as Red spit into his palm and fisted his cock up and down, coating it with his own saliva.
“Promises, promises,” Trix teased.
“Shit! You asked for it. Just don’t tense up, babe, and let me push through,” he coached. “Remember, the head’s the biggest; once that’s through, it’s gonna burn like hell as I pick up the pace.”
She whimpered and squirmed again, seemingly more than ready to take what he offered.
“Scream all ya like, Trix, but get yourself off, cause I’m gonna squirt my load right in here, and it’s gonna be hard and fast.” To make his point, Red tapped the purple head of his engorged penis at Trix’s backdoor.
Grabbing onto her swollen cheeks, Red roughly took over the job of spreading them apart. He didn’t seem to need help finding the hole, but it was still so tight, he couldn’t push through by thrusting alone. Letting go of one of her cheeks, Red used his hand to line up his cock with her pucker and slowly forced the mushroomed tip in. Trix squirmed forward as the huge tip began to breach the small entryway.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Lift up a little, babe,” Red hissed between his teeth. He released her ass to grab hold of her shoulders to gain the leverage he needed to slide his cock further into her ass.
“Aahh, oh God, holy fuck it burns!” Trix screamed and tried to buck away from him. “Shit, Red, it burns! It burns so good. Just... don’t move for a sec, ok?”
Red’s face was contorted, eyes closed and he was biting down hard on his bottom lip. “I warned ya, I don’t have any control when you open this ass for me.” Despite his threats, he began to rock his hips back and forth very slowly, taking care to ensure her enjoyment.
“I know you can handle me, babe. Pretend your husband is watchin’ and I’m showing him how much better I am at bangin’ his wife.” He thrust in again hard.
That had the desired effect on Trix. “Oh God, yes!”
“Say it, then. Tell me that I fuck better than he does,” Red commanded as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, going deeper and faster with every buck of his hips. “Tell me my dick feels better than his!”
The grinding against the sofa back was frenzied now. “ Please, oh…oh… please, please, Red,” she pleaded.
“Aw fuck, you feel so tight, babe. I wanna cum so bad!”
“Yes! Make me cum, Red. Make me cum!”
“If you want it, you’ll say it, baby,” Red bit out, trembling wildly as he fought against the urge to give into his release. “Tell me I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had.”
There was a brief silence, as Trix savoured the last moments of sweet sexual torture, before she conceded, “It’s you, Red. Always been you. Please… there’s no one else,” she gasped.
Red paused and drew in a grateful breath before pulling back and slamming hard into her. She screamed as she felt him fill her completely. They began rocking together in a frenzied rhythm; Trix pushing back to meet him on every thrust. The sound of Red’s balls slapping against her thighs was just slightly louder than the squishing sounds of her wet pussy .
Matt could smell their imminent completion. He was grateful they were full humans and could not scent his own arousal.
“Shit, take it, baby, take it all!” Red shouted, getting up on his toes to pound his cock as deep as he could possibly get. The forced angle slammed Trix’s clit against the rough fabric of the couch and that was all they needed to push them both over the edge.
“Now! Cum with me, now, baby!”
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” she cried as they both began convulsing in ecstasy.
Red collapsed over her limp body, both of them gasping for breath. They lay there spent and satisfied for a few moments, trying to come down from the sexual high.
Red slid slowly out of her ass. Matthew saw the look of utter possession on Red’s face as he watched the frothy cum dribble out of her backside. He also noticed Red’s gentle attention to Trix, both during and after their rough bout of sex. The couple may have wanted Matthew to believe that their encounter was strictly about getting off in front of an audience, but even a blind man could see that emotions ran deep between the odd pair.
Red whispered a secret message into Trix’s ear, too hushed for Matt to make out from his position at the door. She turned her head and gifted him with a wet and sloppy French kiss that left them both breathless.
“Go on and get yourself cleaned up now, darlin’. I’ll join ya in a minute,” Red said, sending her off with a gentle love tap to the behind. The suddenly shy Trix slipped away quickly, not sparing Matt a glance.
As he watched her leave, Matt couldn’t help feeling awkward now that he’d witnessed Red’s post-sex behavior towards the woman. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” he asked.
Red, now partially dressed, had helped himself to a beer and stood staring aimlessly out through the open screen door. He was silent for so long Matt wasn’t sure that the other man was going to acknowledge his question.
“Don’t make no difference if I am, ‘cause she ain’t mine to love, at least not anymore.” He paused, as if debating whether to share any more of his personal history with a complete stranger, and then continued.
”She was mine once, a long long time ago. Seems like a lifetime ago, actually. I made some really bad choices in my life back then; but the worst was leavin’ Trix. I was too young to admit I’d screwed up and ended up losing the only person who ever mattered.” He paused before continuing, “Took me years to straighten up my life. And then a few more to get up the courage to come back for Trix. By then I was too late. She’d gone and married someone else, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.” He downed the end of his beer in one angry gulp and left to get another.
Way too much of the story hit home with Matt. The thought of being too late to make Maggie his own made his blood run cold. He could too easily see himself still in love with her 20 years from now, whether she was married to Breeder or not. Lord knows he didn’t want to end up like Trix and Red, sneaking sex, masking it as meaningless, just to remain connected to one another.
“Sorry, bro, didn’t mean to bring you down,” Red returned, responding to Matt’s sullen look. “It ain’t that bad. I still got Trix in my life, even if it’s only when her old man’s away. Plus, I still got my own space, no ties if I don’t want ‘em, no naggin’ old lady to boss me around. It’s the best of both worlds as far as I’m concerned,” Red lied.
Both men contemplated their situations in silence . To an outsider looking in at the pair, they would seem like polar opposites, not a single outward item of similarity. However, in the aftermath of this strange encounter, it became clear that their lives shared a common thread - love for a woman who ultimately belonged to someone else.
“No fucking way!” Matthew growled.
“Yeah, sucks shit, don’t it?” Red said on a chuckle. “Sounds like your love life ain’t perfect now neither?”
Before Matt could adamantly deny Red’s assumption, Red checked his watch, downed the end of beer number two, and extended his hand to Matt. “I gotta get a move on, bro. Thanks for bein’ a good sport ‘bout… well.” He gestured towards the sofa. “… ‘bout before. Feel free to help yourself to a cold one before you go.”
With a quick handshake, Red headed off towards the door Trix had exited.
It seemed that Matt’s sentence for breaking and entering was served. He’d been dismissed and was free to go. He could chalk this whole weird adventure to up to faulty GPS directions and move on.
After all, there had been no formal introductions. They didn’t know for certain who or what he was. Even though Beard County was a small town, the odds were pretty good that they’d never run into each other again.
“Hey, Reign?” Red called back.
Matt stopped with his hand on the door handle shocked by the man’s use of his last name - so much for anonymity.
“Don’t let yourself make the same mistake I did,” Red warned.
It seemed futile to ask how Red knew who he was. Matt had already wasted enough time on the couple today.
“Since it’s obvious you already know who I am, then you should know that there’s nothing on this Earth that’ll stop me from taking back what’s mine,” Matt vowed.
“I’m counting on it, bro,” Red smiled.
With a simple nod, Matt turned his back on the man and ran down the steps, finally free of the small cabin.
“ ‘Cause there’s a lot riding on it for all of us if you fail, my friend.”
Even half-way to his truck, Matt’s canine hearing picked up the man’s hushed warning. He fought his instinct to turn back and demand answers from the man. Unfortunately, any more time wasted added to the risk of losing Maggie, and that was a risk Matt couldn’t take.
He needed every precious second he could get, because not only did Matt need to arrive in time to stop Breeder’s engagement claim on Maggie, he also needed time to win her back. Lots of time.
What most people didn’t’ know was that Matthew had purposely shattered Maggie’s heart before he left all those years ago. He'd made sure she knew she meant nothing to him, joked that he’d never loved her, made fun of her lack of experience, and vowed he’d never return.
It had been the hardest thing he’d ever done, knowing even then that she was his one and only mate. He doubted his methods every day for the last six years, but ultimately he did it for her. He only hoped he would have enough time to convince her of that before it was too late…
About the Author
I have loved romance books since the 7th grade when I was finally able to borrow books from the Young Adult section of the school library. Over the years I've spent more time than I care to admit writing half stories and then trashing them; thinking no one would want to read what I like to write.
I have finally found the courage to share my first story with you the reader – “Matt's Mistake.” I hope you enjoy it.
When I'm not reading, writing or daydreaming, I'm doing the mundane - working, grocery shopping, laundry, cooking and cleaning for my three amazing kids and my always supportive husband. These days I spend a lot of my time trying to keep our new psycho puppy from destroying our home in the suburbs of Toronto.
I encourage readers to connect with me via email: [email protected] or on Smashwords, Facebook and Twitter.
Thanks for taking the time to read my story,
Julie
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Table of Contents
Matt's Mistake
Midpoint
About the Author
