Post Breakup Sex

by Sibylla Matilde

  With a jagged moan, I slowly pulled the clothes from her body and she, in turn, tugged at mine. I was unable to truly focus on anything but her sweet lips as she kissed me, the burning touch of our newly bared skin. On the tender need in her voice as she whispered once again.

  “Please, Brannon,” she whispered. “Please.”

  I sheathed myself and pressed into her slowly, watching her through the haze of my arousal and intoxication as she drew her face back and closed her eyes. A soft little ‘oh’ escaped her lips as I filled her slowly, right there in front of Denny, arranging our bodies to let him see our joining. I’d never gotten high and fucked someone, and adding this voyeuristic angle to it was so… surreal. Amazing and delectable.

  Plus, the weed did some incredible shit for my stamina. I’m pretty sure I could have kept going forever. Soft moans echoed from Sophie’s throat to echo through the air. They filled the darkness, accompanied by the zip of Denny’s jeans and his faint, occasional quiet groans and grunts as he began to rub one off. Sophie’s nails dug into my shoulders as she looked up at me with a glassy expression. Her fingertips slid up my neck to my jawline.

  “God, Bran,” she whispered, “the things you make me feel.”

  “Feckin’ hell,” the faint whisper said from across the room.

  Sophie glanced over to Denny, watching him for a moment as he stroked his bared cock. Her pussy tightened around me, and I ground into her, relishing in her firm, hot grip. The movement wrought a ragged moan from her and brought her eyes back to mine.

  “Fuck me, Brannon,” she breathed, “fuck me hard and fierce.”

  The eroticism of her husky words and the buzz of being watched finally seeped through the marijuana haze, and I began to move faster, pressing deeper and watching raptly as the sensations played across her mellowed expression. Her fingers tangled into my hair, her nails scraped against my scalp. Our bodies began to shimmer in the dimly lit room with a hot-cold gleam of perspiration, and her hips began to buck against me, to meet my thrusts.

  Reaching down, I thumbed her clit, slowly at first, then rapidly as I coaxed her closer to the edge, to the freedom of release. As she began to shudder below me, Denny let out another long groan, and I continued on, drawing out every trembling, shuddering wave of her bliss. Slowing to firmly press inside her, then faster to use the force of my hips to make her cry out. Pounding into her with a renewed vitality that sent shockwaves through my frame.

  She sobbed against my shoulder, and I pulled back to see tears running unheeded down her cheeks.

  “Sophie?” I asked, “Baby?”

  “Harder,” she gasped with abandon, “don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

  I kissed her hard, tasting her tears and feeling her need for reassurance, for the strength of my budding feelings, something I couldn’t put into words just yet. I wrapped her tightly into my arms and pounded into her, stroking long and deep and slow until my balls tightened up and I couldn’t stave off the awesome tide of passion. Denny’s voice could barely be heard above the slap of our skin. “Jaysus.”

  And I came so hard I damn near passed out. I fucking saw flashes of light as I let loose. It was like an out-of-body experience, and my mind was obliterated for a long while after.

  I vaguely heard the faint click of the door as Denny quietly left the room, bringing me back somewhat. We lay there quietly, sated and overcome. Our breathing began to return to normal, and Sophie’s body gradually relaxed and softened into an exhausted sleep. I was in a daze and overcome, completely. At long last, I shifted. Sophie gave a whisper of a gasp as I pulled out of her and left her for a moment to quickly dispose of the condom. Then I pulled the plushy blanket over us and curled my body around her, tucking her into the protection of my arms.

  And I slept.

  Like a motherfucking rock.

  I woke up a few hours later with Sophie still nestled tightly against my side. Her features were relaxed in sleep, her control nonexistent. She even gave a tidge of a snore now and then, and it fed a sense of intimacy that unnerved me somewhat. I trailed my fingertip down her cheek and just barely pressed my lips to hers, just gentle and sweet. Through the haze of sleep, she slowly began to respond with a faint little moan.

  She was probably still not entirely feeling herself, although the effects of the weed were surely beginning to wear off. Her movements were slightly lethargic, but held a purpose as she molded herself even closer to me. She angled her face to deepen the kiss and slid her hand up to comb her fingers through my hair.

  I lifted my head to look down at her, cupping her cheek in my palm. Her eyes, still a touch glassy, caught mine. I watched her as she watched me. Quiet and still. Spellbound.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I finally murmured.

  I’d whispered it countless times to countless girls, but never with the honest reverence and conviction I felt at this moment. But maybe Sophie knew it was a line, because, rather than the usual smile and coo I tended to receive, she frowned. Her eyebrows furrowed and her gaze swept off beside me. Then she pushed at me gently to slide out from under me. She sat up on the edge of the couch, tucking the fleece blanket against her breasts with a beguiling attempt at modesty.

  Well, that was odd.

  “Soph?” I whispered as I sat up and touched her shoulder, a little confused and concerned, “You okay?”

  She took a deep breath and nodded, then faced me to give me a half smile. “Yeah, still a little out of it, I think.”

  “It might take a while to wear off completely.” My fingertips trailed through the long, tousled strands of her hair. The light strands seemed to take on a bluish hue in the dim neon beer light, and the curves of her body were highlighted with the shadows. I stroked her hair and ran my fingers down her bare back, tracing down the delicate curves of her spine. It took a little time, but the sudden tension that had filled her slowly began to fade. Her posture relaxed and her eyes finally fluttered closed with a sweet, blissful sigh.

  “So, what were you thinking of for a tattoo?” I asked in a low voice to get her talking to me again.

  “I don’t know,” she replied in a low voice. “Not something huge and crazy, but something meaningful.” She leaned into me and traced the phoenix across my chest. “What do yours mean? What made you decide what to get?”

  I smiled. “We could be here all night if I start. I’ve got quite a few, and some are kind of deep-rooted in unresolved childhood issues. Growing up without a father and all.”

  Sophie faintly chuckled. “I don’t have any plans that I need to rush off for.” She looked up at me with a faint upturn to her lips that really did some serious shit to my dick, then turned her attention back to the ink on my body. “What was your first one?”

  I held up my forearm, displaying the scripted words that ran along the underside. “This,” I answered. “It’s some lyrics that Denny wrote for a friend of ours who overdosed. A bunch of us guys got it, sort of to keep him close.”

  “That’s really sweet,” she murmured. “A little surprising.”

  “Surprising?”

  “Yeah, that’s pretty deep for a bunch of dudes who seem to… well, you guys don’t seem to let a lot get to you. That’s all.”

  “We’re all tough on the outside,” I said, pressing a firm kiss to her shoulder, “but not heartless.”

  She tipped her head to the side to touch the words at my neck. “Do or die?”

  I gave her a sidelong grin. “It’s a reminder to live every day like it’s my last.”

  Her hands trailed from my neck back down to the phoenix on my chest. “And this? What is it for?”

  “My phoenix. Rising from the ashes. Overcoming the adversity life can throw at us all.” It was hard to concentrate on my words when she kept stroking the flames and the feathers outlined on my skin. “Strength and character—” I continued, then abruptly stopped as my breath caught. Her fingers had changed direction, causing her nails to scrape across my nipple as she fiddled with the small
, delicate ring that pierced it. The sound drew her eyes up to mine, and her pupils pooled luminous and dark in the dim blue glow of neon. I captured her hand and kissed her fingertips, unable to think with her hands on my skin. “What is something you’ve always loved? Something that you see and you just can’t help but smile?”

  Sophie thought for a minute, her gaze fixed on my lips. After a moment, she answered. “Kermit the Frog,” she shyly whispered. “My nanny allowed me one hour of TV a day when I was little. And it was always Sesame Street. Kermit was the best part. He just seemed so sweet, like he cared so much. Someone I wanted to have around. But that’s not all badass like your tattoos.”

  I lifted my arm and pointed to a tat low on my ribs. “I have Marvin the Martian.”

  “Oh my gosh,” she said with hushed surprise, “you do.”

  “Marvin made me smile,” I grinned.

  Her eyes left the tat to meet mine. “So Kermit wouldn’t be dumb?” she asked.

  “Not at all.”

  Sophie moved closer, slipping the blanket from between us, and lifted her arms around my shoulders. Her warm naked body leaned against mine.

  “Then I want Kermit,” she whispered. My hand lifted to cup her cheek, my thumb brushing along her jaw. She leaned into the touch, and her eyes focused in on the ink at my wrist. “I love this, though,” she said. She reached for my arm and traced her finger along the tribal heart tattooed around my wrist. “Would it be weird if I got Kermit in the middle of something like this?”

  I laughed lightly. “No, it would be unique, and that’s what tattoos are supposed to be.” Her fingertips ran along the pattern of black ink, tracing all the sharp lines. That faintest little touch was getting me all wound up again, making my dick hard as granite. “Drew could draw something for you. He’s amazingly talented. He’s done most of my art.”

  “At first glance, I’d have never guessed you’d have a heart tattoo. Why did you get it?” she asked softly, not looking at me, but enthralled by the intricate twists and turns of the tat that almost encircled my wrist.

  Swallowing hard, I paused just a moment before answering. “I had a huge crush on a girl who didn’t know I existed. She was just unattainable. The concept of love just seemed… painful. Jagged, like sharp thorns that wrapped around my heart.”

  “It needs something in the middle. It’s beautiful, but it seems… lonely.” She seemed a touch despondent by the thought that I had an unrequited love, and her eyes lifted to meet mine with compassion.

  I hesitated at first, then slowly nodded. This was touching on some dangerous ground. “Just… a bit empty inside,” I whispered with reservation.

  Sophie’s fingertips left my wrist to trail down my jaw as she studied my guarded expression.

  “She was an idiot.” Her hushed tone felt like the most gentle of caresses as it filtered through my mind.

  She was you, I thought.

  I almost said it, but Sophie would have freaked if she knew.

  I was just her rebound guy. Her trip down naughty lane. I knew better than to think anything would ever come of this. Even though knowing that kind of sucked ass.

  Fuck, time to change the subject.

  “Okay,” I said, clearing my throat and doing my best to adopt a lighthearted grin, “so where do you want to get it?”

  “I have no idea,” she replied, pursing her lips. “Where did you get all yours done?”

  “Drew did most of mine in his shop, where you got your nose pierced. But what I meant was, where on your body?”

  “Oh,” she said as her worried look intensified. “I suppose someplace where I can keep it a little bit secret. Sort of private.”

  I eased her back to lie on the couch, pulling the blanket away from her hips. Her naked body glowed in the blue light, ethereal and pristine, a curvaceous, blank canvas waiting for a little taste of art. “There’re a lot of places. Your shoulder.” My fingers trailed from her collarbone, skimming around the soft swell of her breast and down her torso. Her body trembled, and her nipple peaked hard as goosebumps rose along her flesh. “Your ribs. But this,” I swept my fingers towards the tender skin just down and over from her hip bone, just shy of brushing along the sweetness of her pussy, “sexiest place ever to have a little ink.” I slid back on the couch and leaned over to press a firm kiss there, followed by a nip of my teeth. “What do you think?”

  “Yes,” she gasped in a broken breath, “there.”

  I glanced up at Sophie’s face and felt a ripple of longing roll through her. My fingertip feathered across the delicate flesh of her hip to her thigh, moving the blanket down a little more as I slipped my hand in between her legs to nudge them apart. Her pussy was so very perfect, wet and tight and trembling. I licked my lips and lowered my head.

  “Bran—” she gasped at the first touch of my tongue. “Oh, my… oh…”

  Fuck, she tasted amazing. I swept my tongue deep inside her and sucked hard at her clit. Sophie’s fingers wound through my hair as her hips jerked and then began to move rhythmically under my mouth. I could feel it building inside her, the wildness that implored to be unleashed.

  Quiet moans became not-so-quiet cries as I pressed two fingers inside her to tease her towards the edge. Stroking her hot wet center, I licked and fingered her, laving hard with my tongue, closing my lips over the swollen flesh to pull gently. Her legs spread wide open as she pulled at my hair, as she writhed beneath my lips. It was exquisite. Delicious. And she looked so very sexy, almost magical, in the pale neon light.

  “Oh God,” she cried in a broken breath. Her body tensed and her muscles grew tight, then she completely lost control as waves of wracking jolts ripped through her.

  I brought her down slowly, dipping my tongue deep inside her to savor the nectar of her release. To explore her silky folds and coax her back to the here and now. One of my hands moved up to her breast, to knead the milky white flesh and tease her hardened nipple, and she grasped that arm to urge me up over her.

  “God, I need you inside me,” she whispered as I lifted and covered her quivering body with my own.

  “Fuck, Sophie,” I groaned, “I don’t think I have another condom.”

  “Jacket,” she panted, “I grabbed one when I went in my room to get my shoes. It’s in my jacket pocket.”

  “Jesus,” I gasped, “you were hoping to fuck me, weren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she frantically whispered as her lips lifted to mine.

  She kissed me hard, moaning when she tasted her own essence in my mouth. Her legs wrapped tightly around mine, rubbing her wet little pussy against my cock while she licked and savored the flavor of her lust. Every moan and sigh, every brush of her tongue had my balls swelling and aching until it felt like they were about to burst.

  With concerted effort, I pulled my head back and leaned over to the pile of clothes beside the couch, desperately searching for her jacket. As soon as my hands closed over the fabric and began pulling it closer, Sophie was ripping it out of my hands, frantically digging through the pockets to retrieve the small foil wrapper. She tossed the jacket back to the floor as she tore the package open with her teeth, wasting no time at all, her movements frenzied with need.

  And then, in seconds, I was buried inside her again. Sophie’s head fell back against the pillows with a delirious sigh. Her inner muscles squeezed me almost painfully, such an incredibly exquisite, breathtaking pain. Her nails dug into the skin low on my back, clawing for purchase.

  It was pure fucking bliss.

  I slammed into her and held it, grinding my hips against hers to pull a sharp cry from her lips. I pulled her thigh up against my ribs and pressed even harder against her, deeper than I’d ever been inside any woman. I felt the grip of her pussy as my dick throbbed along with the beat of her heart. My lips found hers, desperate for another kiss, raging with the urgency to taste her and swallow her and be totally one with her.

  Her hips tweaked, and she gasped against my lips as I began to move. Her body w
as truly molten around mine, clutching me to her with everything she had. Our fathomless, hot kisses were interrupted over and over by her sharp cries as I slammed into her, harder and faster and deeper. I needed to come, craving that salvation, dying to pour myself inside her in absolution.

  I couldn’t give in to the phenomenal torment, though. Not yet. I had to keep going. I had to keep the burn inside me, to force away the peaking sensation as I held down her hips and drove into her again and again.

  But then she tilted ever so slightly, and my movements began to hit against her clit. In a second she was flying apart around me, sobbing and shaking. And the way she pulsed around me, the breathless cries and the pure bliss on her face, I couldn’t hold back the tide any more than I could have stopped my heart from beating.

  So I let go. Of everything.

  And, as I came to, I wondered how I would ever recover from Sophie Buchanan.

  I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Everything reminded me of her, and thinking of her generally involved her naked and panting, which generally left me aching for her touch. Throbbing and stiff.

  And, like that wasn’t bad enough, it was like, the harder my dick got, the softer my heart became. I was turning into a complete douche over Sophie. I obsessed over her all day, practically counting the minutes until I got to see her again.

  Four o'clock.

  Two hours away and it seemed like an eternity. When I dropped her off at home last night, I’d offered to take her to Drew’s shop today. There was some kind of Native American art exhibit she had to attend with her parents first, but figured she could be back to her apartment by four.

  But time was crawling by. By two, I found myself looking up the art show on the computer in my office. I should have been finishing up the car I had to get done, but, like a besotted moron, I just wanted to see where she was. What she’d be doing.

  The exhibit itself actually looked pretty damn cool. A group of Blackfeet Indian artists, one of whom created masterpieces out of car parts. It hadn’t really occurred to me that I’d be interested, but the sculptures were outstanding. Cody stepped up behind me, wiping his hands on a cloth as he spoke.