by Lili Valente
“I have an IUD.” Her breasts rise and fall as I shove my jeans to the ground, setting my cock free to strain against the front of my boxer briefs in a desperate play to get closer to Cat. “And no condom. You can be my first time bare. I…I still trust you.”
“I’m glad. And I wish I’d been your first in every way. You deserved so much better than Tool Box.” I pull her into my arms and back her toward the bed, a bolt of pure lust surging through me as I realize I’m seconds away from having her under me.
I lower my face to hers, kissing her cheek before I whisper, “I wish I’d taken you that night in the woods, and every night that summer. I wish I’d made love to you until making you come was the special skill on my resume. Until I could make you come so many times in a row you would beg me to stop so you could catch your breath.”
“No, you don’t,” she says, breath hitching as her thighs hit the mattress. “And I would never have asked you to stop. Like my tolerance to beer, my tolerance for orgasms is unusually high.”
“I didn’t say you would have asked me to stop.” I guide her back onto the bed, lengthening my body on top of hers, every place we touch catching fire. The chemistry between us is so hot it’s almost painful, but I can’t wait to see how much hotter things can get.
I cup her breast in my hand, letting my thumb whisper across her already tight nipple, balls pulsing as she moans softly in response. “I said you would beg.” I lower my mouth to her breast, brushing my lips back and forth across her nipple through the lace. “Do I need to teach you how to beg, Red?”
“Yes, I think you do.” She holds my gaze as I trap her nipple between my teeth, biting down with gentle pulses. Her eyes darken with a heart-stopping mix of hunger and vulnerability that makes me even more desperate to be inside her. “Teach me, Aidan. Make me beg you to fuck me.” I bite her nipple, and she gasps, “Break me, just a little.”
“I will, I promise,” I swear, pulling my mouth away from her nipple and curling my fingers into the lacy fabric. “I’ll break you, Red. I’ll make you beg and cry and think you’re going to die if you don’t get to come. But then I’ll put you right back together again, baby. I promise.”
“Don’t call me baby,” she says, a gleam in her eye that assures me the battle has begun.
“I’ll call you whatever I want, baby.” With a sharp jerk of my hand I tug her bra beneath her breasts, baring her to my mouth, and set about showing her just how merciless I can be.
Bending low over her beautiful body, I flick my tongue across one nipple while I tease the other between my fingers, gradually increasing my pressure until her breath is coming faster and her hips are rocking against mine, seeking relief from the sweet torture. But relief isn’t part of my game plan, not now or anywhere in the near future. And so I wait until her thrusts grow urgent, demanding, almost frantic. I clench my jaw and let her grind against my cock through what’s left of our clothes until I feel like I might die from how much I want her.
I am suffering, aching, desperate. The slit at the top of my cock is leaking, and my balls are throbbing, and every cell in my body is crying out for me to fuck Cat now, fuck her hard, fuck her until she understands that no one will ever satisfy her the way I can, but I deny myself. I deny myself because this isn’t just about breaking her; it’s about breaking me, too.
It’s about taking us both so far into the darkness that we’re lost. Lost and crazed and so desperate for a break in the suffering that the pleasure we find at the end of the long, grueling road be all the fucking sweeter.
“So sweet,” I murmur against her nipple as I slide my tongue around her slick, swollen tip. “You’re so fucking sweet.”
“I love the way your beard feels against my skin. I love that every part of you feels like a man.” She threads her fingers into my hair and fists them there, tugging hard enough to send a flash of welcome pain down the back of my neck. A little bit of pain is perfect, just what I need to give me the strength to keep pushing us both closer to the edge of reason.
“I want you so much,” she moans. “Inside me, Aidan. Please, I need to feel you inside me.”
She bucks into my cock, and I let her go, let her grind her clit against my pulsing length until she’s trembling and clinging to my shoulders and so close to coming from the friction of our bodies sliding against each other. Then, and only then, when I sense she’s truly about to catch fire, do I pull away.
I sever the contact between us completely, sending a cold rush of air gusting between us as I sit on my heels, fighting the urge to smile as her eyes widen in shock, and then outrage.
Now, the battle is truly on, and I’m going to enjoy every wicked, wonderful second of it.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Cat props up on her elbows, glaring at me through narrowed eyes. “Not nice. Come back here. Right now.”
I tsk softly beneath my breath. “Bossy, bossy.”
“Come back, please,” she says, teeth digging into her bottom lip hard enough to turn the plump flesh white.
“Please is good.” I shove my boxers down around my hips, freeing my cock and dropping one hand to my engorged length. I squeeze the base of my shaft tight, hard enough to hurt, using that fresh pain to regain the control to keep pushing us further. “But I want you to beg, Cat. You’re not even close.”
“Fuck you. I am, too, close.” She scowls, making a low, growling sound of frustration as her gaze drops to my cock. “You’re smaller than I remember.”
I grin. “Any bigger and I’d really break you, sweetheart.”
“You’re a bastard.” Her hips shift restlessly against the mattress, and her eyes flash, but I can tell she’s fighting a smile. “You know I hate being called sweetheart.” She sighs. “But I really like you.”
“I really like you, too,” I say, surprised by how true the words feel.
I do really like her. I like her brain and her body and her wicked sense of humor, and I fucking love seeing her squirm. I love watching this force of nature unravel and knowing I’m the reason for the hunger flashing in her eyes and the blush staining her creamy tits a pale pink.
“Please, Aidan,” she whispers, holding my gaze. “I want you so much. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
“I don’t want to make you wait, Red, but I still don’t hear any begging.” I reach for the top of her panties, letting my fingers tease lightly across her clit as I move.
She flinches and arches into my hand with a gasp, and I have to fight the urge to rip the lace in two. I’m past ready to eliminate the barrier between the hot pussy beneath the soaked fabric and my hand, my mouth, my poor suffering cock. Instead, I strip the lace slowly down her churning legs and then bring my palms back to her thighs, spreading her wider, groaning in appreciation as I take her in.
She’s a true red head, with a thatch of damp auburn curls above her slick peach of a pussy, and she’s as turned on as I’ve ever seen a woman. She’s swollen and wet and so beautiful all I want to do is drop my face between her thighs and devour her until I make her even wetter and hotter.
But it’s not time for satisfaction just yet.
“Beautiful,” I breathe, using my thumbs to part her outer lips, giving me a better view of the clit lifting toward me. “Smaller than I remember, but beautiful.”
She huffs. “Well, it was dark back then. My clitoris is bolder in the dark.”
“And we were young.” I scoot down the bed to settle between her thighs. “Everything seems bigger and better when you’re young.”
“Bigger, maybe,” she says. “Not better.”
“I agree. I think it’s better now.” I bring my mouth closer to her wetness as I loop my hands around the backs of her thighs and dig my fingers into her hips. I pause, inhaling the smell of her, deciding I’ve never smelled anything hotter than how much she wants me. “Now, I’m old enough to appreciate every moment of this. And I like you softer, sweeter.”
She bites her lip. “
So, this isn’t the time to tell you that there are better uses for your tongue than giving me compliments?”
I grin. “No, this is the perfect time. Keep using your pretty mouth to be a fucking smartass and we’ll stay like this all night.” I nuzzle her thigh with my nose, letting my breath warm her already hot pussy. “In limbo, a breath away from the satisfaction that could be ours if you would just tell me that you’re going to die if I don’t put my cock in your pussy.”
“It would take more than that to kill me,” she says, her breath hissing out as my tongue swipes a trail from her ass to her clit. Her back arches, her tits lifting toward the ceiling as she gasps. “Shit, I’ve imagined that so many times. But that was way too fast. Go slower, please. I want time to memorize what it feels like to have your mouth on me.”
“I’m going to give you time. Lots of time. All the time in the world.” I bring the tip of my tongue to her clit and lightly circle the swollen pink nub. “I could eat your pussy all fucking night.”
“Oh, God, that feels so good,” she pants, her thighs shifting restlessly on either side of my face as I continue my gentle, calculated assault. Around and around, back and forth, up and down, I explore every inch of her sweetness with that same not-quite-enough pressure until she’s shaking and whimpering as her toes curl into the mattress.
“Please, Aidan, damn it! Please!” She arches into my mouth, trying to forcibly intensify the pressure of my tongue against her swollen flesh, but I grip her hips tight, pinning her to the mattress. “You can’t do this!”
“But I can. I am.” I press a gentle kiss to her thigh, pretending I’m not as close to the edge as she is. “I’m in charge, and I’m not giving you what you want until I get what I need, Red. Until I hear you beg. Come on, baby. Beg me to fuck you. Let me hear you lose control.”
“Fuck you,” she gasps, her words transforming to a tortured groan as I resume my whisper-soft assault on her body.
My hands smooth up her sweat damp skin to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers as I continue to lick and tease and suck, driving my tongue inside her far enough to make her wild, but no further. I pin her legs to the mattress with my upper arms, relishing the feel of her muscles straining against mine as she bucks and twists and tries every dirty trick in the book to get me to give her more. But I refuse to give in. I focus on her taste and her heat and how perfect it feels to have her pinned beneath me, spread wide for my mouth, mine to torture and pleasure and worship.
I ignore the racing of my pulse and the leaden weight in my balls and my throbbing, miserable, wretchedly hard cock. Every cell in my body is howling that this is insanity, that playing power games with Cat isn’t worth this level of pain and suffering, but I silence the voice of weakness and fight to stay in the moment. I focus on the way her body blooms beneath me, the flush between her legs darkening her sex, her breasts swelling in my palms as I make love to her with my hands. My attention narrows to the slide of her soft skin against my arms as I press against her thighs with a rhythmic pulse, mimicking the way my body will push her into the mattress when I’m finally able to fuck her.
God, I have to fuck her soon.
I need her so much. I’m so desperate, so ready, so wild for her that it takes a few minutes for me to notice that she’s letting forth a soft, steady stream of curse words, calling me every dirty name in the book and a few I’m pretty sure she’s making up on the spot.
But by that point, I can barely make sense of her words. I can’t make sense of anything but her scent and her taste and the bliss of her hands fisting in my hair with a desperation that echoes through my entire body. All I can think about is how much I need to replace my mouth with my dick and ride her into orgasm after orgasm, to fuck her until we’re both bruised with the force of our pleasure. But I didn’t come this far to turn back now. I’m going to have what I need, what we both need, even though a part of me is certain my damned cock is going to fall off if we keep this up too much longer.
Red isn’t the only stubborn cuss in this room. I am every bit as stubborn and determined and insane as she is. So I wait and suffer and twist in the hot wind of a lust unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my entire godforsaken life, until finally I hear Red begin to sob.
“Please, Aidan, please,” she begs, sucking in a ragged breath. “I’ll do anything you want, say anything you want. I’ll get down on my knees and beg you right now if that’s what it takes, but please, fuck me. Please!”
I drive my tongue deep in her dripping, swollen pussy, groaning as the salty heat of her envelopes me and I realize I am seconds away from having her, from being buried balls-deep inside this paradise between her legs.
“I’m going to die if you don’t.” She bucks into my mouth as I fuck her with my tongue, driving the rigid muscle deeper with each bob of my head. “I’m going to die, and I don’t want to die, not without having you inside me. It’s all I want, Aidan, please! God, please!”
Her voice cracks as she begins to sob harder and some primitive part of me realizes that’s my cue. I surge up over her, slamming my mouth against hers, kissing her with the taste of her arousal still thick on my tongue as my cock finds her entrance and glides home, driving forward all the way to the end of her without a single hitch.
And it’s so perfect, so right, like we’ve made love a hundred times. A thousand. It’s like the combination lock on a secret room deep inside me has clicked into place, the door swinging open to reveal my true purpose.
All this time my cock has spent fucking other women, or hanging out against my thigh, or sweating next to my balls as I do dumb shit like run naked across the Brooklyn Bridge has just been a way of biding his time until he found the place where he’s always belonged—between Red’s thighs. Sheathed inside her. Held in the most perfect embrace ever dreamed up by whatever benevolent force gave human beings the capacity for pleasure like this.
She is so good. So damned fucking good.
And this is the rightest thing I’ve ever done without clothes on. I want to slow down and make it last, but we’re both so wild I can’t do anything but take her. Take her hard, take her deep, take her without a thought more eloquent than “yes, mine, now, mine, mine, fuck yes, mine” as she bucks into my thrusts, giving as good as she gets.
I don’t think about showing off the tricks I’ve learned with other lovers, I don’t think about all the things I wanted to prove to her when we started this. All I think about is getting closer, closer, until there is nothing between her soul and mine but a few layers of pulsing skin.
And when I look into her eyes, I realize how very stupid I was to push her away. I spent years stubbornly refusing to acknowledge that the perfect-for-me girl was right under my nose and even more years convincing myself that the recollection of feeling effortlessly at home in a certain redhead’s company were just idealized memories. They were moments frozen in time that my mind insisted were perfect because they were in the past, never to be recaptured again.
But maybe I was wrong.
“Yes,” she says, as if she can read my mind, looking up at me with tears shining in her eyes as she chants, “Yes, yes. Oh, yes.”
And I know exactly what she means.
Yes to more of this unbelievable pleasure. Yes to unguarded moments when there is nothing to fear and nothing to prove.
Yes to long days and longer nights and months and years or however long we can hold on to this because there is nothing better than realizing that everything you’ll ever need is already in your arms.
“You feel so good, Aidan,” she whispers against my lips, her fingernails digging into the mounds of my ass as she urges me closer, deeper, faster. “I’m so close. So close.”
“Yes, come for me. Come for me,” I pant, breath catching as her pussy locks down around my cock, squeezing me so tight my heart skips a beat.
I fight to hold back, to keep going so I can make her come again, but the feel of her molten heat gripping me tight is more tha
n I can take. I come with a deep cry wrenched from the center of my chest, a pained, pleasured sound that echoes through the room as my balls clench and my cock jerks hard inside her pussy.
“God!” she cries out, her hips bucking hard enough to lift me several inches into the air. “Again. Oh God, I’m coming again.”
“Fuck, I can feel you. You’re so tight,” I groan, rocking my hips, letting the curve do its work against her G-spot as I continue to come so hard it feels like the muscles in my lower body are being shredded by the force of my orgasm.
But I’m not going to complain. If I’ve pulled a muscle fucking Red, it will be the best injury ever, one I will brag about for years to come.
Finally, after riding the wave, coming and coming for longer than I’d realized the male orgasm could last, Cat and I finally lie still, our bellies pulsing against each another as we catch our breath. We’ve fucked our way to the far corner of the bed from where we started, sent the comforter sliding off the other side, and managed to knock every pillow to the floor, but I don’t remember when any of that happened.
I was too lost in her. Found in her.
The cheese factor of the thought would usually send a sour taste flooding through my mouth, but right now it just feels true. I haven’t felt this good after sex in years. There is no awkwardness or distance, just the sense of being where I’m supposed to be, with someone I can trust. It’s fantastic, and I finally understand why some of my friends preach the holy gospel of the fuck buddy. There’s a lot to be said for hot sex with a good friend. A whole lot.
“Damn,” she whispers as I roll to one side and lie facing her on the mattress, admiring how pretty she looks with her cheeks flushed red from fucking me. “Shit.”
My lips curve as I brush the hair from her face. “Damn and shit?”
