Post Breakup Sex

by Sibylla Matilde

  I leveled my gaze at her, watching her carefully. “Justin is.”

  “Justin?” Sophie looked confused for a moment, and then it clearly began to dawn on her why we were there. Her voice shook a little and grew breathless. “So, us and Justin?”

  I nodded slowly, studying her every movement. Every breath. Every throb of the pulse at her neck. “If you still want to…”

  Sophie looked down into her lap where her hands twisted together. Her breathing became faster, heavier. A faint flush of pink began to color her cheeks. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. When she looked back at me her eyes were dark and hot.

  “I still want to,” she whispered with a shaky breath.

  I leaned forward and dragged her across the bench seat of my pickup, closer to me. Cupping my hand around the back of her head, I roughly pulled her lips towards mine, kissing her fiercely. Her eyes were heavy with lust when I lifted my head. “Let’s go then,” I growled against her lips.

  I didn’t knock. Justin said he would be up in his room, so I held Sophie’s hand and led her up the stairs. His door was open near the end of the hallway. As we got closer, Sophie began to tremble. I paused at the doorway, standing to the side as I gestured in with my hand and waited for her to step into the room.

  “Ladies first,” I said quietly.

  Sophie looked up at me for a minute, then into the room where Justin was still looking out the window. She looked purely terrified, but flushed with anticipation. Lifting her head, she squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and stepped into the room. I followed her in and shut the door behind me.

  Justin turned away from the window at the sound of the clicking lock.

  I stepped up behind Sophie curving my arm around her waist. She was shaking. Her breathing was erratic. She tipped her head back against my shoulder as I gathered her close.

  “You can stop us at any time, Soph,” I whispered into her ear. “This is all for you.”

  “Okay,” she breathed and turned towards me to kiss the scripted letters inked on my neck.

  Do or die.

  I grasped her hand and led her over to the bed where I sat on the low mattress, pulling her to stand between my legs, facing me. I pulled off the coat she wore to reveal a simple dress, kind of like a long shirt, buttons down the front and a thin belt at the waist. Reaching up, I loosened her dainty belt buckle and began to unbutton the dress. Slowly. Carefully. Watching my hands. Her breath caught in her throat when I had her dress about halfway undone, and I looked up into her face. Her eyes were shut tightly, lashes dark against her cheeks. Her chest rose and fell heavily, and her luscious breast peeked through the opening of her dress, straining against her little black lacy bra.

  “Sophie, baby,” I whispered, “look at me.”

  Her eyes flew open, focusing in on mine. I traced my fingertip down her cheek, soothing her overwrought brow.

  “Are you okay?” I asked. “Do you want to do this? We can wait.”

  She shook her head quickly. “I don’t want to wait.”

  “Are you nervous about Justin? We could find—”

  “I'm nervous,” she exhaled, “but I want to. I want this now.”

  “I’ll be right here with you, baby, the whole time,” I promised. “Just you and me until you are ready. Justin will wait until we tell him to join us.”

  Sophie nodded and brought her hands to either side of my face, lowering her lips to mine, kissing me feverishly. Desperately. A small gasping moan escaped her as I undid the last few buttons and pushed the dress from her shoulders.

  “Fuck,” I heard Justin whisper from across the room. “Denny was right, she’s fucking amazing.”

  And she was, standing there before me. Black lacy bra and panties, thigh-high stockings, and shiny black heels.

  Amazing didn’t even begin to describe Sophie.

  She continued to kiss me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. My hands came to rest on the curve of her little lace-covered ass, and I kneaded her soft flesh to bring her closer. Our tongues twisted together, teasing and drawing her out of her shell. Amping up her passion. Stoking the consuming fire in her body. She softly moaned as my hand feathered up her spine to the clasp of her bra, and her kiss intensified as I released it and slid the lacy straps down her shoulders. My lips trailed down her neck, over her collarbone, to the tight peak of her breast. At the same time, the hand I had on her bottom slipped up inside her panties. Sophie’s head fell back, and she let out a throaty moan that was echoed by Justin’s from the window.

  I hooked my fingertips into the scrap of black lace at her hips, and pulled her panties down, over her stockings, and helped her step free. Then I lifted my head to look at my perfect girl.

  Her eyes were closed, her hair tousled around her head. Lips red and wet from my kisses. Her breasts rose and fell, begging me to taste them and touch them and tease them.

  Justin’s platform bed sat low on the floor, and by hunching down and tilting my head, I could just reach the fine strip of hair at the apex of Sophie’s legs. I nuzzled the soft flesh, breathing in deeply to pull the scent of her arousal, and flicked my tongue out to sweep up against her clit. So sweet, so irresistible. Sophie’s gasp rang through the room, and she clutched my hair, pulling my face more firmly against her sweet pussy. She trembled and writhed against me, moaning with the pleasure of my tongue.

  Justin groaned, and I lifted my head from my blissful treat to look over at him.

  “What do you think, Justin? Isn’t she the fucking hottest thing you’ve ever seen?”

  “Fuck, Brannon,” he groaned. “Hurry up, I’m dying.” Sophie’s eyes opened slightly, and she turned her heavy-lidded gaze towards him. She trailed her fingertips through the tangle of my short hair, gasping a little as I nipped the skin low on her stomach.

  “You should probably get ready,” she whispered to Justin, then looked back to me. “You guys have way too many clothes on.”

  Sophie bent slightly at the knees, and her fingernails skated down my ribs to gather the fabric of my t-shirt. She leaned down to kiss me hard as she started to tug it up, pulling back to slip it over my head. Both hands resting lightly over the phoenix on my chest, she hovered her lips over mine.

  “You first,” she breathed. “I want you to fuck me first.”

  “Jesus, Sophie,” I groaned. “Just when I think you can’t get any better, you fucking blow my mind.”

  “First and last,” she said quietly. “It starts and ends with you, Bran.”

  I reached down under the sweet curves of her bottom and lifted her against me, turning and rolling to lay her on the bed beneath me. Her legs shifted to cradle my hips in between, wide open as she pushed up against my dick. My lips closed over hers, and she moaned deep in the back of my throat as my fingers combed through her hair, holding her head still for the assault of my lips on hers. The sharp scrape of her nails dug in low on my back, clawing at me to come closer. She rhythmically ground her pussy against my denim-covered hips.

  “Please,” she whispered as she pulled back slightly. “Please, Brannon, I need you so badly right now.”

  The scratch of her nails traveled down to my fly, then left my skin as she began to pull at the buttons. I heard a faint shuffling of fabric elsewhere in the room, Justin undressing most likely. Just as Sophie’s hand wrapped around my dick, there was the sound of a drawer opening, and closing and a strip of condoms landed on the bed beside us, along with a small bottle of lube.

  Sophie opened her eyes to see Justin sitting naked on the edge of the bed, watching us and stroking his cock slowly and methodically.

  “Condom,” she breathed, and Justin reached with his other hand to grasp one, ripping it from the strip and handing it to her. “You too,” she whispered to him, ripping the package open and slipping her hands down my abdomen to slip the latex over my pulsing length.

  Sophie putting a condom on me was almost enough to send me over the edge. Every. Fucking. Time. She rolled it down me, stro
king and squeezing ever so slightly, and she lifted her lips for a hard, animalistic kiss. Her hips tilted just ever so slightly, and my dick nudged at her slick center, so crazy wet, and slipped into the tight warmth of her body.

  I stroked once, then again, harder and stronger, holding myself so deep in her heated flesh.

  “You ready for more, Sophie,” I asked hoarsely.

  Her eyes drifted open and she nodded.

  “I want to suck his cock while you fuck me,” she whispered.

  Justin stepped closer, positioning his thick, hard length above her. “I’m fruit-flavored even, baby,” he said as he rolled the condom on. “Want a taste?”

  Sophie grasped him in her hand and guided him towards her lips. The tip of her tongue darted out against him, tasting him with a long swipe, she then lifted her head to take him into her mouth.

  That was really fucking hot.

  Like I-damn-near-blew-my-load-right-there hot.

  My own dick buried deep inside Sophie, feeling every little squeeze and pulse of her pussy, my hand cupping her breast and pinching at her tender nipples, and Sophie’s lips wrapped around Justin’s cock.

  I was shocked by how much I liked it. And how much I hated it. All at the same time. The warring emotions twisted inside me. I was jealous and enthralled. The angry lust surged through my body, pounding through my veins, raging through my dick. I began to fuck her harder, rough strokes almost to punish her for sucking him down her throat, for the way her fingertips cupped his balls and stroked his length.

  Justin’s fingers tangled in her hair and his hips began to flex against her, fucking her mouth while I fucked her pussy. My hand on one of her breasts, his on the other, caressing and kneading, holding her steady as we worshiped the beauty lying there below us.

  I circled my hips, and Sophie stiffened and gasped, ripping her mouth away from him, her cry echoing through the room.

  “Bran!” she cried.

  I felt a moment of success, a thrill of victory that I had pulled her back to me, that I had gotten to her more.

  Justin’s hand returned to his dick and he jerked it roughly, lowering his head to Sophie’s nipple, drawing at it harshly, nipping the flesh surrounding it, leaving small, sharp bites on the soft white skin of her breast. I drew her leg up, still covered in the thigh-high black stocking, and Justin pulled it against her body, spreading her wide so I could slam into her with a renewed force.

  “Fuck, Bran,” Justin groaned. “That looks amazing.”

  I slowed, pushing deep inside her, holding it until my muscles burned with the continued strain, then pulled back, almost completely out. Back in again and holding it tight. Sophie stiffened and moaned every time I buried myself inside her, then her breathing picked up as Justin’s head dipped down to nip down the back of her thigh at the bare skin just above the lacy top of her stocking. As I pulled back, Justin’s tongue slipped farther up towards her pussy, licking hard and swirling around to touch where Sophie and I were connected.

  I should have been completely weirded out by that. I was totally hetero, at least I’d always thought I was, but something about seeing his mouth so close to my dick made me suddenly irrationally hot. He sucked a little at the soft mound of flesh just to the side of her clit, and I felt the raspy brush of his unshaven jaw scrape along my length. I even felt the swipe of his tongue on me, although I tried really hard not to think about that. It felt so incredibly wrong. I focused on Sophie, moaning and tossing her head against the pillow, a rapturous expression on her face.

  Justin’s hand slipped down under Sophie’s hips as he toyed with her, and even with me. He slipped a finger inside her pussy, right alongside my dick, stroking our joined bodies a few times before he withdrew and trailed the wetness down to circle the tight puckered hole below it. I felt him slip his finger into her ass, felt him fill her with the narrow length, and Sophie curled up against me.

  “Fuck, yes,” she cried.

  I sat up, pulling her up with me, not breaking the connection we had, and fell back against the mattress. Wrapping my arms tightly around her, I spread her legs wide with my own, nudging them apart, opening her up for Justin to take her ass.

  And he did. He moved in behind her, quickly grabbing the bottle of lube and liberally coating his dick. He trailed a little down along the cleft of her bottom, and it dripped down to my balls, cool and wet in the heat of our coupling. He bent over her, slowly pressing against her, and I stopped moving for a minute, holding her steady. Her writhing body firmly captured in my arms.

  I could feel him through the thin walls of her pussy. I could feel him push inside, almost stroking my dick as he began to fuck her. I’d been drunk off my rocker the only other time I’d done anything like this, and it had been clumsy and wild and not remotely the same.

  This… this was calculated. Justin was careful as he filled her. Sophie tensed and her whole body arched against him, against me.

  “Fuck, sweetheart,” Justin hoarsely whispered, "bring that hot ass up just a little. Oh yeah… right… fuck…”

  He slowly moved in, clearing the tight ring of muscles along the rim and pulling a long, deep moan from Sophie’s throat. A moan I caught with my lips. As I let her up for air, she whispered against me.

  “Oh fuck, Bran,” she breathed. “Oh my god.”

  I felt the brush of Justin’s balls against mine and realized he was fully inside her quivering little body. We both were. Sophie trembled and shook in between us, her body squeezing my dick so phenomenally.

  “Fuck, Soph,” I growled, “your pussy is doing some amazing shit right now.”

  She and I both gasped and moaned when Justin began to move, his deep, hard strokes rubbing along both of us. Slowly, my own hips began to jut upwards, flexing against her, and before long, both Justin and I were picking up speed, fucking her in a synchronous rhythm that had Sophie crying out in the quiet room.

  “Bran,” she desperately sobbed.

  “Right here, baby,” I moaned against her neck as Justin and I kept up the pace. “I’ve got you, Sophie. Fuck, baby, I’ve got you.”

  She began to tremble more violently, her muscles tightening and her pussy squeezing me almost painfully.

  “Fuck,” Justin ground out, “holy fuck… this… fuck.”

  He pulled out, ripping off the condom and jacking his cock while I continued to slam Sophie down onto me, brutal and vicious, my fingers bruising the tender flesh of her hips with my desperate grip. Sophie screamed my name and began to shudder over me. Two or three more thrusts, and I was done for. And it was all finished off as Justin rubbed out another stroke or two, coming in hot spurts all over Sophie’s back and ass.

  Sophie lay dazed, sprawled out on top of me, breathing heavily but with her eyes closed tight. Barely responsive.

  My girl had just come really fucking hard.

  I opened my eyes to see Justin tracing his fingers through the spattering of cum on her skin. His eyes met mine for a minute.

  “You are a lucky motherfucker,” he grinned with a sated breath. “That was fucking amazing.”

  I brushed my lips against Sophie’s forehead. “She’s amazing,” I said, totally mushy girly shit, but my brain couldn’t think of anything else to say.

  Because she was. Everything about her.

  “I’ll go get cleaned up in the other room,” he said quietly, taking one last long look at the beautiful pale skin on display before him. “Give you guys a little time. There’re a couple towels on the dresser.” His eyes met mine again. “Just let me know when you two are up for another go. I’d do this again in a heartbeat.”

  Hot as it had been, I instantly bristled. My jaw clenched as I tried to keep what little cool I had at the moment.

  “I get the front next time though,” Justin quietly laughed.

  “Sorry, dude,” I said with a no-bullshit jerk of my head. “This is it.”

  “What? Why? It was incredible.”

  “This was only for her, for her list. I sure
as fuck won’t give her to anyone like I just had her.”

  “Dude, she liked it.”

  “Yeah, but… no. No more. I won’t share her again.”

  “Wait a minute. Since when have you felt possessive of any chick?”

  I looked back down to Sophie, exhausted and more or less passed out on top of me. “She’s not just any chick.”

  As the words left my mouth, my heart lurched with the realization that they were all too true.

  Sophie was quiet when I roused her, and I could feel an unsure air around her. With every fiber of my being, I knew I should offer her some security. She seemed shaken and troubled.

  But I was shaken and troubled as well, and I couldn’t find the words to offer her. So I held her for a while, tucked close to my heart, wrapped around her as though I could swallow her whole with my arms.

  Rising a little later to pull on my jeans, I helped her with her dress, brushing away her trembling hands to fasten her buttons. I tucked her bra and panties in my jacket pocket, and held her coat while she slipped it on.

  In my pickup, she stayed quiet. She chewed at her lip and gazed out the window into the fading sunset. The clouds in the distance had taken on a wintry pink hue that reflected heavy snow around us. It painted her pale skin with a soft blush and a gentle sweetness that made me reach for her hand. As her fingertips curled into mine, she looked over at me, uncertain and timid.

  I pulled into the lot outside my building and climbed out of the pickup, motioning for her to slide across the bench seat towards me. I guided her to the icy ground, then tucked her arm in mine as we headed inside to my apartment.

  Sophie stepped in my door, walking a few steps into my living room and turning slowly to watch me shut the world outside.

  “Bran,” she asked with a broken breath, “are you mad? Did I do something wrong?”

  I stepped towards her, pulling her roughly into my arms and kissing her hard. Her arms crept up around my shoulders, clutching me to her, flattening her body against me. I lifted my head and gripped her closer, burying my face in her hair.