by Sam Mariano
My stomach drops a couple levels, but that’s to be expected. Of course it would be nice if I didn’t have to watch him with the parade of booth girls he will go on to fuck, but that’s not realistic, not with him. I’m confident that I could give him everything he needs, because I want it more than any of these fly-by-night women he brings around. He means so much more to me than he means to them, but it doesn’t matter. I know Rafe likes me, I know he’s attracted to me, I even know on some level he wants me, but he doesn’t want a committed relationship with me.
That’s fine. My position in his life is more permanent than theirs. If the green-eyed monster tries to rear her ugly head next time I have to listen to some pretty ditz tap her too-long, lacquered nail against the drink list, knowing she’s the one who will warm his bed that night, that is exactly what I will tell myself—no matter how sick it makes me.
My face feels stiff, like it’s rebelling against the words I’m about to speak, but I manage to get them out. “Do whatever makes you happy, Rafe. I’ll be fine.”
Without speaking, he stands there and stares at me. It begins with distrust. I try not to take it personally, knowing that his parade of bad decisions has trained him that once he sticks his dick inside a woman, there’s a good chance she is not to be trusted. I know that’s why it’s there, because I haven’t given him a reason to look at me that way.
After a moment, he reminds himself that. It dissipates, and he looks at me like he always has. Like a friend. Like an equal. Like one of the few people he lets down his guard around, and it softens my insides up. I can’t keep my affection for him out of my eyes, off my face. I’ve never been able to. I assumed he liked the ego stroke when he first started playfully flirting with me at the restaurant. Subtle stuff. The first time his hand lightly brushed mine, it was like electricity shooting through my whole body. I forgot how to speak. I replay one of those memories, and the same fond feelings come rushing back.
I’ve learned how to function around him over the years, but God, when those intense brown eyes of his bore into you with that look of invitation… it’s the most seductive thing in the world.
Rafe grabs the envelopes and tosses them aside, grabbing a fistful of my shirt instead. My eyes widen in confusion as he rotates me backward, then walks me back against the wall.
“What… what are you doing?” I ask, hesitantly.
“I don’t know,” he answers, honestly.
My heart accelerates when I hear his other hand unzip his pants. My gaze darts to his, too confused to keep up. He was just telling me it was over, and he didn’t want things to be weird, and he was going to bring other women around, and I needed to be prepared for it—
He cuts off my mental review when he releases my shirt, grabs a fistful of my hair, and shoves me down. I drop to my knees, inhaling sharply, and open my mouth just in time for him to ram his cock into my mouth.
Arousal thrums through my body, blood rushing through my veins, a sudden throbbing between my legs. He holds my head in place with one hand, petting me with the other before letting his hand slide around the back of my head. He holds on while he pumps his cock into my mouth. I gag, but he holds me there until tears spring to my eyes and slide down my cheeks. I grab onto his hip, needing to breathe.
Rafe pulls my head back, off his dick. I take a gasping breath as he asks, “You all right?”
I nod my head, swiping at the moisture under my eyes.
“Again,” he says, the only warning I get before his hands tighten in my hair again and he pushes himself back into my mouth.
Planting one hand on his hip, I grasp the base of his cock with the other and work my mouth over him. He’s much larger than I’ve ever sucked before, and like before, I’m not able to take all of him. On Christmas, he accepted that, but today Rafe rejects that limitation. He shoves his cock to the back of my throat, choking me again. I take it for as long as I can, then I squeeze his hip and he lets up.
That time he releases my hair altogether and I sit back on my heels, looking up at him.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, gazing down at me.
It’s hard when he looks at me like that. I don’t know what to make of it, in light of the conversations we had last night and today. This is the most confusing non-break-up I’ve ever experienced.
I clear my throat, looking at his cock. It’s still hard, now wet from my saliva. Whatever is going on between us, I don’t want to leave him like that, so I grasp him again, stroking his long length before bending to take as much of him as I can into my mouth. Rafe’s fingers move through my hair, and I can feel the tenderness. He pushes me back against the wall and pins me there, but still supports the back of my head so it doesn’t hit the wall. I start to panic as he pushes his length into my throat. I choke on him again and he keeps pushing. He pulls back, then pistons his hips forward again.
Oh, fuck. It’s hard and it’s rough, but the dominance is hot. In a sense, it feels so uncomfortable, but in another sense… fuck, it feels good. It feels good to be invaded like this by him. He gives me no break now, driving his cock violently into my throat over and over again. I’ve gotten no better at it, but he’s stopped caring. Just like last night, he drives into me like a man possessed. Like all that matters is using my body to get himself off, and God, that’s hot, too.
“Take it all, don’t complain,” he snaps.
I do my best to relax my throat, to make it easier for him to slide in and out of the narrow channel. He’s too big, my throat too unaccustomed to this. He pushes deeper than he was a moment ago, still not all the way. I try to pull back, but all I can do is bang his hand against the wall—he has me pinned too effectively.
When I bang his hand, he pulls his hips back to give me a break.
I place a steadying hand on the floor, sucking in a breath.
“Take your shirt off,” he commands.
I reach for the hem of my tank top and yank it over my head, tossing it aside.
“Look up at me.”
I do. His brown eyes are hot with interest, and that renews my enthusiasm. Tentatively wrapping my fingers around him and pumping, I duck my head and run the flat of my tongue along the underside of his dick.
“Mm, yes,” he says, approvingly. “You like licking my cock, Virginia?”
“Yes,” I say, before licking him base to tip again.
21
Rafe
Virginia looks up at me as her lips stretch to take my cock into her mouth again. What she lacks in experience she makes up for in enthusiasm, plunging forward and taking as much of me into her throat as she can. So sweet, so eager to please, so full of my cock.
Her throat rebels and tries to expel my dick. She leans back to suck in another breath, but I’m ready to move on. Grabbing her arm and hauling her up off the floor, I leave my cock out and drag her down the hall. Since her apartment is roughly 4 square feet, we get to her bedroom pretty quickly.
I shove open the door, pushing her in ahead of me. Her bed is messy as hell, just like it was last night. She must not make her bed. Now that she’s sober and aware of the mess, she climbs on and tries to straighten the pillows, but I don’t have time for that. I climb on the bed behind her, yanking her pajama pants down. She’s already on her hands and knees. I don’t even fully undress her, just shove her panties down until I can get to her pussy and shove myself inside her.
She hisses as I slide inside her. Probably still sore from last night, but she bears down and takes it.
“Oh, God,” she murmurs, dropping to her forearms on the bed.
“Lower,” I tell her.
She gasps as I move my cock inside her, but lowers her upper body closer to the bed, keeping her ass up.
“Perfect,” I tell her, smacking her on the ass like I did last night. I pull back and drive my cock inside her tight pussy again. Virginia’s low groan is gratifying. I was mad at her last night, but today I’ll make up for it. Today I’ll let her come—at least twice, even if it’s a quickie
.
Fuck, thinking of last night makes me even harder. I slam inside her, wondering if I should give her a safe word. I’m not even supposed to be fucking her anymore, so she shouldn’t need one, but her telling me her pussy is off the menu for me makes me want it even fucking more.
“You like that, Virginia?” I ask, slamming my cock into her.
“Yes, God, yes,” she says, between moans. “Take my pussy. Fuck me harder, Rafe.”
Now she’s speaking my language. “That’s right. That’s what this pussy is here for, isn’t it? For me to pound my fucking cock into.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she murmurs, writhing against the bed. “Rafe. Oh, God, you feel so good inside me.”
“Are you sore from last night?”
“Yes. But it doesn’t matter,” she adds quickly, lest I mistake that for her wanting me to take it easy on her.
She’s everything I like in a good fuck—tight, responsive, eager to do whatever I want. From the sounds of her moaning, the sight of her writhing, you’d think my cock slamming inside of her is the single greatest experience of her life. It’s hot as hell when they’re that into it. There is nothing sexier than a woman who loves to be fucked. I would have honestly never pegged Virginia as being one of them, but that just makes me like it more.
Maybe it’s because it’s me, and she has a thing for me. Not like most women have a thing for me—not because of my looks or my money, but because she likes me, the whole fucked up package. She goes out of her way to please me, to take care of my needs. That has never included her pussy before, but I’ve specifically never broached that line with her. Maybe that’s why I can fuck her so mercilessly right now and know she’s into it. I don’t worry she’ll change her mind, that it’ll be too much and she’ll need me to stop. I know she wants what I’m giving her. I know when she cries out every time I drive myself deep into her already sore pussy, she means it.
Virginia doesn’t have a fake bone in her body, and that’s why I shouldn’t be fucking her right now. I should not be fucking up the single healthy relationship I have with a woman, and shoving my cock inside her several times after telling her we needed to cool things off is going to do just that.
I can’t stop, though. I know I should, I just don’t want to.
Instead of stopping, I pull my cock out of her and roll her over. She falls onto her back easily. Her face is flushed as she smiles up at me. I drag off her pajama bottoms and panties, tossing them on the floor behind me so she’s only wearing her bright red bra. I should take that off her too, but I like the way it looks when her tits bounce, and I’m about to get a whole lot more bounce out of her once I start fucking her again.
First, I straddle her. Then I grab her, yanking her against me and slanting my mouth over hers. Her eyes close as I take her mouth. Her soft lips open wider as my tongue sweeps in to deepen the kiss. Her fingers slide through my hair, the other arm wrapped around my neck to keep me close. I slide my hand up her thigh, feeling her gasp against my mouth as my fingers inch higher. She loves when I touch her.
Her fingers move down my neck, her nails lightly grazing the sensitive skin there. Chills spread everywhere. I let go of her neck and break the kiss, shoving her back down on the mattress. “Spread your legs.”
Her legs open for me, then a sigh slips out of her as I use two fingers to rub her pussy.
“Rafe.” Her voice is light and dreamy, and guilt spears me. As I’m stroking her and working on her orgasm, I’m fucking myself. After all the bullshit yesterday, even after I fucked her the way I did last night, she had just told me we were good, she had just let me out of this, and instead of graciously accepting the free pass and getting back to my life, I pushed her up against the wall and started fucking her face.
“Rafe,” she cries again, arching up off the bed.
With a low growl, I lower my body so I’m on top of her, so I can kiss her again. “I love your pussy, Virginia. It’s like it was built just for me.”
Her fingernails lightly score my neck again. Fuck, she needs to stop doing that.
Partially because I want to get her off fast, partially because I don’t want her and her damn nails driving me crazy, I move down her body, part her thighs, and kiss the tender flesh of her pussy.
“You better get me off this time, or I’ll crush your head with my thighs,” she threatens, reaching above her and grabbing a fistful of pillow.
I can’t help chuckling as I wrap an arm around her smooth thigh to anchor her. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart. You kept my cum inside you all night, didn’t you?”
She nods her head obediently.
“Then today you get rewarded.” She sighs with pleasure as I spread her open and push my tongue inside, tasting her sweet pussy again. The low moan that follows is music to my ears. I go straight for the most sensitive spot, and her whole body jerks as my tongue grazes her clit. She sighs, trying to move her hips. I hold her down more firmly and ravage her pussy with my mouth.
“Rafe! Oh, God. Oh, please.”
I tongue her sensitive clit until she’s crying out, begging senselessly. I suck, nibble, kiss, and use my tongue to drive her over the edge until she comes apart, a strangled sound of pleasure exploding for her throat as I continue to lick her.
She starts to squirm away, but I don’t let her. I grab her legs, twist her sideways, and push my cock inside her again. She groans, grabbing desperately for the bedding. I keep my thrusts steady, lifting her hips a little higher, then I switch paces. I drive my cock inside her until I hear her gasp shift, until I’m hitting where it counts. Then I attack, driving into her pussy like I want to split her in half. She cries out, scarcely able to breathe. She begs senselessly for what I’m already giving her.
“Rafe, I’m going to—Rafe, oh, God, don’t stop, please,” she begs, her tits bouncing, her eyes closed as she reaches for a second crest of pleasure. It hits, and it hits hard. I feel her pussy squeeze my dick and I let go, coming inside her while she cries out, hands fisted in the bed sheets. I thrust deep, groaning, then with a couple final pumps, I’m empty.
Collapsing on the bed next to her, I snake an arm under her and pull her back against me. She rolls over in my arms so she can curl up facing my chest, wrapping her arm around me and snuggling close.
Well, this was not the plan.
Virginia is well-satisfied now, and that makes her more affectionate. She kisses my neck, kisses along my jawline, pulls herself close and kisses me on the lips. I smile and kiss her back, caressing her face with my free hand.
“Thank you,” she says.
Chuckling, I tell her, “You don’t have to thank me for that.”
“Just shut up and accept my gratitude.”
“Bossy,” I tell her.
“Mm hmm,” she murmurs, nuzzling her face against my neck, then nibbling the way I nibble on her.
Yep, definitely not the fucking plan.
Now we’re gonna have to talk again, but I don’t want to deal with that right now. Holding her in my arms like this, it’s hard to remember why we can’t just be together. These past few days with Virginia have been great. I haven’t felt so much as a passing stab of interest in going out with anyone else.
That’s the problem, though. I like her, but it doesn’t make me trust a potential relationship with her. Even taking my reluctance to trust out of the equation, there are too many variables I can’t predict, and I damn sure can’t control. Sure, I could bite the bullet and commit to her, but what would happen if I did? Would I settle into it, or would I fuck it up?
I wanted Laurel once, she held my interest for a little bit, but she lost it just as quickly. I couldn’t bear to fuck Virginia over, I couldn’t bear to lose interest and watch her grow to resent me the way Laurel did me, the way my mom did my dad.
I can’t count on wanting Virginia forever, and I can’t think about losing her altogether, either. A relationship would be a big risk for us. We would be giving up the perfectly comfortable relationship th
at exists between us, and building a bigger, weightier one instead.
If that relationship ends, we’re left with nothing.
I’d rather have her as a friend than not have her at all.
Clearing my throat, I look down at her now, needing to reaffirm that despite my impulsive actions here, my earlier sentiment still stands. I hope she doesn’t think I’m too much of a dick for this. I feel bad. I didn’t mean to fuck her again, last night was supposed to be it, but fuck, she says all the right things, and she had those red bra straps peeking out of that white tank top.
She wore a white tank top, for Christ’s sake. I’m supposed to ignore a white tank top?
Virginia looks up, her eyes questioning.
“So… I wasn’t planning to do that.”
Nodding her head, she says, “I kind of figured.”
“I just wanted to deliver the money and apologize.”
Her eyes drop and her lips thin, but she nods. I can feel her being disappointed all over again. Logically, she probably thought maybe I was done being a fucking asshole and I had reconsidered, in the face of her being human perfection.
“I’m really sorry if I made that confusing.”
“It’s all right,” she says. “One last hurrah. This does have to be the last time, though. If we’re not going to be together, I need to stay in a certain headspace, and I can’t stay there if I keep fucking you.”
I nod my head. “Understandable. Sex with me is a pretty big deal.”
Rolling her eyes, she hits me in the abdomen. “Stop.”
“I’m just saying. I’m impressed you can keep your shit together like this. Want me to sign your bed sheet on my way out?”
Grinning helplessly, she hides her face in her pillow. “You are something else, Rafe Morelli.”
Preemptive regret washes over me that I won’t get to play around with her like this anymore. I mean, I will, but with all our clothes on, and never like this. Never in bed together, her nailing me with those expressive brown eyes.
