Dirty Little Quickies

by Shanora Williams

  I have the urge to kiss him, but I don’t. It’s just sex. Only sex. Kissing him in the heat of the moment will confuse us both . . . and I don’t need that right now.

  So I ride him a little faster, listening to the sticky sounds our bodies make, and the grunts and groans he delivers. He spanks me on the ass and I yelp, unable to stop. I want it all. I’m so close.

  I can feel my body getting hotter by the second, my pussy getting tighter around him.

  “Oh shit.” I press my forehead on top of his. His teeth sink into my bottom lip and that alone is enough to tip me over the edge and make me come. I shudder, my eyes rolling as I round my hips one more time and then slam down. He grips me tight, groaning deep and heavy as my moans ricochet off the walls.

  “Oh, fuck, yeah.” Axel chuckles. “I’ve wanted to feel this pretty little pussy soak my cock for years now.”

  He flips me onto my back and plunges into me again. Veins bulge on his neck, sweat beading on his forehead. “I want you smelling like me,” he rasps in my ear. “I want my scent deep inside you. I want you to drip with my cum, baby.” I feel him throbbing in my pussy as I gasp. “Shit,” he groans. “This pussy is going to be the fucking death of me, I swear.”

  He stills inside me, his body heavy on top. He lets out a hoarse, deep groan and I know he’s coming. I can feel him. I don’t move. I can’t move.

  I feel like he’s just paralyzed me with his cock. I’ve wanted it for so long and it was even better than I thought. God, what is wrong with me?

  He finally pulls out, sitting up on his knees and looking down at me. He runs a finger over my clit and I tremble.

  “Yeah,” he laughs. “You came all right.”

  “You don’t know that,” I pant.

  “You shook when I touched your pussy. Means you came.” He smirks down at me while pushing to a stand. Even though he’s just come, he still hangs long and thick between the legs. A drop of cum leaks at the tip and I have the urge to lick it away, but I don’t. I stay on the couch, flat on my back, like some dick-whipped bimbo instead.

  “Breakfast and pussy. Best fucking combo there is.” He walks back to the kitchen, showing off his firm ass. I finally sit up and walk back to the kitchen for my sweatpants.

  After tugging them on and then tossing my hair up in a bun, I place a hand on my hip and say, “Okay. You can go now.”

  He’s fully dressed again, chugging down the rest of his orange juice and side-eying me. “I can go?” he breathes out after placing his glass down. “It’s still Sunday. I get pussy however much I want.” He steps closer to me, tipping my chin.

  I sigh. I don’t even have the fight in my anymore. My body has never been so relaxed. Seriously? What has he done to me!

  “But,” he continues. “I see you’re all worn out, firecracker. I don’t think you can handle much more of me right now. I’ll spare you because it’s your first time with me, but next week, I won’t be so gentle.” He smiles and picks up his shirt and pants. When he’s dressed, he rakes his fingers through his hair and walks out of the kitchen. “Next Sunday should be fun, right, baby?” he calls from the door.

  I turn, watching him wink over his shoulder before finally shutting the door behind him. I slump down in the chair across from the window, blowing out a heavy breath. Through the window, I see him walk to his porch and pull out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a few pulls before going into his house.

  “You are such an idiot for agreeing to this, Vanessa,” I ridicule myself. But I can’t lie. I’ve never felt so sated. After the way I came apart while riding his cock, I feel like I can sleep for hours. And sleep is exactly what I’m going to do.

  I can’t believe that idiot is so good.

  Six

  Axel

  I slept like a fucking baby as soon as I got home. Hell, how couldn’t I? Vanessa is even better than I imagined she would be.

  It’s nearing midnight now and I’m puffing on a cigarette on my porch, staring across the street, wondering what the hell she’s up. I saw her roommate’s boyfriend pull up, so I know she isn’t occupied. Probably cooped up in her room waiting for that jackass to leave.

  My leg bounces while I’m in the chair. I never thought I’d find myself thinking the words, but I need more. I don’t know if I can wait until Sunday again. Her pussy was everything I needed and more. I cleaned my car, ate, and watched some ESPN to occupy myself and hopefully forget about it, but it’s fucking impossible.

  Sitting here won’t satisfy the craving.

  I toss my cigarette down and press the tip of my boot on the lit end. “Fuck it,” I mutter and I waste no time walking across the street, not even thinking about what the fuck I’m doing.

  All I can think about is her wet cunt sliding up and down on my dick. All I can think about is watching her tits and her ass bounce and jiggle while I fuck the shit out of her. All I want is to taste her sweet pussy on my tongue.

  Fuck, I’m stupid. But it’s good pussy, and that good pussy is right across the street, waiting for me.

  I round the house, but before I get around to Vanessa’s window, I see her roommate and her roommate’s boyfriend in the living room. He has his arm around her and is laughing but she seems bored to death.

  He’s a fucking pussy.

  I hurry around and when I spot her teal curtains, I knock on the window. She doesn’t come and I step back, taking a look around before checking to see if it’s locked.

  It’s not.

  Fuck yeah.

  She might think I’m crazy for this shit, but she’ll fucking love it. My cock is throbbing just thinking about the shit I want to do to her.

  I climb through the window as quietly as possible and shut it just the same. It’s dark in her room. None of her lights are on. Vanessa is sprawled out on the bed, no covers are on top of her. She’s wearing a red gown and from where I stand, I can tell she doesn’t have any panties on. Easy access.

  Walking to the bed, I bend down, sliding my palm up her bare thigh. I feel the heat between her legs and I twitch in my jeans. She moans in her sleep, shifting a little. I rest on my stomach, breathing deep, inhaling her fresh, clean scent.

  My mouth hovers over her pussy, ready to lick the shit out of it. And just as she shift and spreads her legs a little wider for me, I do exactly what I want. I slide my tongue through her lips, going down to the tight hole I can’t wait to fuck, and then back up to her clit.

  She wakes up rapidly, gasping as she peers down at me. She springs up, trying to shove me away, but I press a hand on her chest, forcing her back down.

  “Oh my god!” she gasps. “Axel?”

  “Shut up and lay back,” I murmur between her legs.

  “How the hell did you get in my room?” she demands, but I hear the sigh when I kiss the skin just above her clit.

  “Snuck through the window. Isn’t that what neighbors who fuck around do?”

  “No, it’s not,” she whispers. “Justine could have heard or saw you. She could have called the cops or something.”

  I shake my head, fed up with the talk. My balls are heavy and my cock is hard. I need to fuck. I grip her hips and suck on her clit until she shuts up. She pants wildly, her head falling back, face pointed up at the ceiling.

  “Cops don’t fucking scare me,” I growl when I pull back up.

  Dropping her legs and pushing to a stand, I undo my jeans and unbuckle my belt, kicking off my shoes too. I climb on the bed next, gripping her waist and pulling her closer to me.

  “I don’t give a fuck about your roommate. You know that.” I tilt her hips up and nestle the head of my cock on the slick entrance of her pussy.

  “I don’t want her to hear us,” she says.

  “So be quiet then.” I bring my mouth down, sucking on the bend of her neck, grabbing her kneecap, and thrusting right into her. She’s so fucking wet that I can’t help the guttural groan that rips through me.

  “Fuck, you’re always so wet, baby” I groan. I expect her t
o say something but then I look at her. She can’t even speak. That one stroke has taken her breath away.

  I go a little faster, fucking her with one knee pushed up to her chest, giving long, deep strokes. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as I thrust into her repeatedly. She’s in fucking bliss.

  “Oh, God,” she moans loudly, and I cup her mouth.

  “Hush, baby. You want your friend to come in here and catch me fucking you?”

  She shakes her head rapidly beneath my hand, like she’ll be mortified if that happens, but she doesn’t stop moving her hips, arching her back, craving more.

  “So fucking greedy,” I rasp in her ear, my hand still covering her mouth. She won’t be quiet. Her moans are muffled behind my hand. She isn’t going to stop the noise so I keep my hand there. I can’t help but fuck her a little harder. My balls clap on her ass now, my dick so hard in her cunt.

  Feeling my cock sink deep into her greedy little pussy, listening to her try and fight her moans, but knowing she can’t because it feels too fucking good, is to fucking die for. Damn, she’s too much, even for me.

  I pull out, grabbing her panties. “Bite these,” I rasp, putting them in her mouth.

  She does as told and I’m surprised she doesn’t put up a fight this time. She’s gotta be dazed or ready to cum already. I’m not surprised. My cock can make any woman forget who she really is.

  I pull out and slide back, angling her hips up, dropping my head, and dragging my tongue over her clit again before diving it into her pussy. She’s so fucking tasty—so sweet and I want it all. I bury my face in, eating her like she’s a my midnight snack.

  Her head falls back and she cries through the fabric in her mouth. She grinds on my tongue when I bury it in deep, writhing, trying to get more of me in her.

  I draw my tongue back out, sliding it through her soaking wet lips, then back up to her swollen clit. I suck on it gently, sliding my middle finger into her pussy and pressing on her sweet spot.

  Her back arches and I swear she’s screaming so loudly behind those yellow panties. Good thing she’s keeping them there. I would hate for her to get caught getting eaten out by the neighbor she supposedly hates.

  I swirl my tongue on her clit and it doesn’t take long for her to let go. She cums hard and I drink every drop. She’s a wet, sticky mess. So fucking wet that I push back up and stroke my cock into her pussy again with no hesitation whatsoever. I wrap her legs around my waist and go to work. I can’t hold off anymore. I have to get this nut out.

  “You swear you hate me,” I laugh. “But your body always tells me otherwise, baby.” She’s still coming, jerking and twisting, looking up at me with hot green eyes.

  She pulls the panties out of her mouth, tossing them aside. I can hear her moans clearly now, but whatever movie her friend and boyfriend are watching has gotten louder. Perfect timing.

  “Shit, I’m about to cum.” I squeeze her plump ass in my hands, sinking all the way into her soaking wet cunt. She cries out with the surround sound system booming and the noise sets me on fire.

  “Hell yeah,” I growl, balls deep in her pussy. “You love this cock in your pussy, don’t you, Vanessa? Feels fucking good, doesn’t it?”

  She squeals her response, clutching the sheets and sighing deep. Her tits jiggle beneath her gown and I snatch the straps down to reveal them. Leaning forward, I wrap my mouth around one of her nipples and that does me in. I can’t even hold off anymore. I slam two more times before going still on top of her. I cum deep in her hot, eager pussy and it is so fucking amazing.

  I throb with every spurt of release, groaning with my mouth around her taut pink nipple, and still squeezing her ass. Shit. I’m all over this girl—weak for her pussy—and I don’t even care. She feels too fucking good to pull away from.

  I didn’t get nearly enough this morning and this moment has made up for that. “Shit.” My body shudders when her pussy pulses around my throbbing cock. I lightly bite her nipple and she whimpers.

  I suck on each one slowly, still inside her, letting every drop of my cum fill her, and she breathes harder, watching me, her eyes begging for more.

  “I’ll make you cum one more time before I go.” I draw back, pulling her to the edge of the bed, dropping to my knees, and eating her pussy like it’s my last meal.

  “Oh, God, Axel!” she moans softly.

  The smell of her pussy is going to be all over my face. I can smell myself. Yeah, I’m in there, good and deep. She won’t be able to get rid of the scent of me for days. Not with how hard I just came inside her.

  She squirms, panting hard. The movie is still playing loudly. It takes no time at all for her to cum, and she does it so beautifully all over my tongue. “AXEL!” she squeals, her fingers pushing through my hair. I swallow every drop she gives, my cock twitching in response.

  Fuck, if I don’t stop, I’ll end up fucking her again, coating her inside and out with cum. I draw away and stand tall as she flops backward. She’s exhausted. Good.

  I hover above her, placing my mouth on top of hers and sliding my tongue through her pouty lips. “Taste that?” I murmur on her mouth. “That’s how sweet you taste when you cum for me.” I pull away, grabbing my clothes with a satisfied smirk.

  I can hear her sigh, defeated and a little annoyed. I ignore it, getting dressed and then going for the window. I know she wants me to stay and do more—but I can’t commit to more. Not with my neighbor. Fuck that. I needed that one fuck to get her off my mind and that’s it. No expectations. No bullshit. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon, firecracker. Sleep tight and stay wet for me, got it?”

  “Yeah, whatever.” She sits up, watching me go.

  I climb out of the window and she comes up to it when I make it out. She shuts and locks it this time, waving a friendly middle finger at me behind the glass. I return the kind gesture, smiling before taking off.

  That little redhead is something else.

  Something I’ve never experienced before.

  Seven

  Vanessa

  Justine tags along with me to the gym, but the whole time she’s been giving me weird looks. I start to wonder if she heard anything last night, but I don’t think she did. She would have come running to my room and barging in if she had.

  She has a reason to be suspicious. She knows me well and knows when something is up, but I refuse to tell her about the arrangement Axel and me have going on right now.

  It will only be two months of this and it’s honestly nothing. Just fun, quick sex.

  While I jog on the treadmill, she slows down to a quick walk, grabbing her water bottle and taking a swig. I see her mouth moving, but I have my headphones in, a song by Drake blasting.

  I pluck one out and look at her. “Huh?”

  “I said, I feel like there’s something going on with you and you aren’t telling me.”

  I pretend to be confused, screwing my face and all. “What do you mean?” I laugh. “Something like what?”

  “Like…maybe there’s a guy you’re seeing. You’re glowing, Nessa,” she laughs.

  “Glowing?” I quirk a brow. “Nah. I don’t think so.”

  “Yes. You were all perky this morning and you woke up earlier than usual! You never wake up that early in a good mood.”

  “Justine,” I laugh. “I’m still as single as they come! Trust me, if I had something serious going on with someone, I would tell you.”

  “Mmm-hmm.” She looks me up and down, and I know she doesn’t believe me, but she doesn’t talk about it anymore. Instead she talks about Preston and how he wants to take her to some lounge on Friday night.

  As she talks, though, I can’t stop thinking about it. Am I really glowing? Am I chipper?

  There’s no way in hell it’s because of Axel. I mean, okay. He has good cock. Really good cock. Last night was fucking amazing. I didn’t see it coming, and though it was everything a woman would fantasize about, I am not taking him seriously. I would be the dumbest woman on th
e planet to consider this anything more than sex.

  It’s just an agreement. Justine won’t know the reason why, but sooner or later she will be glad that Axel isn’t throwing his wild parties, all thanks to me and this secret arrangement we have going on. I know she won’t push on it anymore, but she will get nosier.

  She’ll never find out. I’ll be careful. Because if she does, I’m afraid she’ll move out or think I’m choosing him over her. She’s very protective of me, like a sister. If she hates a guy, she will list a thousand reasons not to mess around with him and I always end up agreeing with her.

  This time I would have no choice but to agree with her because Axel is no good. He does what he wants, takes what he wants, and he doesn’t care how you feel when he does it.

  That alone should bother me, but it doesn’t.

  Not one bit.

  When we pull up to our house, I hear a lawn mower running. Axel steps around the corner of his house shirtless and glistening with sweat. His tattoos seem to sparkle from it and the pit of my belly heats up from the mere sight of him.

  I try hard not stare as I strap my gym bag over my shoulder.

  “Wow,” Justine says, stepping up to my side and planting a hand on her hip. “It sucks that he’s so hot but such a prick. Seems like such a waste of beauty.”

  He’s a prick, yeah, but he isn’t so bad. I’m starting to see right through that whole bad boy facade.

  Justine is too used to her goody-two-shoes roots. I had to break her out of her shell in college and even when we went out she still complained about a lot of things. It’s just who she is.

  I decide to say nothing at all. I don’t want my opinions to give anything away. Instead, I look away, but I can feel him watching me. And knowing he’s watching makes me want to jet across the street just to fuck him one good time and then go about my day.

  Three days pass and it’s as if what happened between Axel and me, didn’t even happen.