Crazy Thing Called Life

by R. P. Fischer

  He murmurs against my pussy lips, "I wanna taste your cum all over my mouth. Your skin tastes like apples and honey." With one more lick, he groans. "My god you are sweet."

  He gives my inner thigh a kiss before enjoying the rest of his feast.

  His hands hold on to my ass and knead into the cheeks. His index finger grazes near the tight hole of my ass, which heightens my senses. I've never let a guy go near that before, but Colin is a master of turning me on.

  I can feel my orgasm building all the way in my toes and up my legs. The second he adds a finger inside of me and hits that sweet spot, I'm crashing so far into an orgasm that I scream out in sheer bliss.

  "I'm coming, Colin. Oh my god, I'm coming!"

  I can feel my swollen lips contracting around his tongue, letting juices fall out. He keeps drinking it in like it's his last glass of water in the desert. He's soaking up all of my juice as he moans, making the vibrations shoot right through my body causing an aftershock orgasm.

  My legs start to tremble, and he gently lets them down as he kisses up my body to my mouth.

  Colin's taste mixed with mine makes me grab onto his ass, getting his dick in a great position to enter me if he had only taken his damn boxers off. He kisses me hard then releases me so he can grab a condom from his nightstand. I sit up and he lays back on his bed. I help him take his boxers off and explore his body a little bit while he watches.

  I take the selfish opportunity to run my hands over his tattoos, his chest, and abs, then grab the condom from his hands. My fingers don't even touch when I wrap my palm around him because of his size. The bulge definitely was not fake in any pictures.

  I give him a few tugs before taking him in my mouth for one good suck. He tastes amazing.

  He hisses, "Fuuuuucck," as his eyes roll to the back of his head. I'm definitely going to explore more later, but I need him inside me so badly, I can wait until later.

  I get the condom on him, straddle his muscular legs, and sink slowly down onto his wide girth. I give myself some nudging room as he grabs my hips and pistons up a little more, each thrust hitting that perfect spot each time.

  "Shit, you are so fucking tight, baby. Let me have all of you. Give me everything."

  I place my hands on his chest and ride him hard. We're both moaning and panting so hard, I don't where his breathing ends and mine begins.

  Colin flips me over on my back without leaving my tight walls. He pushes both of my legs together, wraps them around his waist on one side, and starts pounding into me.

  He’s hitting every single delicious spot, and I can only hold onto the edge of the bed to keep up with him.

  His chest is puffed out with stamina, which makes me even wetter. He's holding on to the headboard behind me and the other hand on my hip, holding me in place.

  I am so close.

  Colin's gravelly voice burns into me. "Natalie, I want you to fucking come with me. Give me everything you can." He angles his drive just a bit, and it sets me off. I can feel my whole body light up with pleasure and can hear his groans as he stills inside of me. I grab onto his biceps as his shocks go through him while I'm trying to catch my breath. His hand reaches up from my hip and holds tightly onto mine before his breathing slows a bit. He takes my hand and kisses the palm of it, then leans down and kisses my forehead before collapsing on top of me.

  He rolls over to catch his breath, muttering, "Oh fucking wow."

  I flop onto my stomach and squish my face into a pillow. I still can't form real sentences, so my only words are holy shit and awesome between breathing into the pillow.

  I push the pillow under my cheek and watch as he goes to the bathroom and gets rid of the condom, running a wet towel over his dick. He comes back, which makes my mouth water as he touches himself. Eventually, he comes to clean me up of my dripping juices then tosses the towel into the hamper and walks back to the bed.

  He smacks my ass quickly.

  I shriek, "Colin!"

  He rubs the cheek he just smacked, and it’s turning me to goo all over again. "Lift that sweet ass so I can pull the covers down."

  He crawls into the bed with me, grabs the covers over our naked bodies, grabs me by the stomach, and hauls me against him so my head is on his defined chest. I'm beyond tired yet wired at the same time that I snuggle in closer to his slick body.

  After a few minutes of just laying there, still trying to slow our hearts, Colin speaks up. "Babe, I've been thinking about what you said earlier."

  I trace the outline of his eagle on his ribcage and try to remember what I said to him. Slight embarrassment of yelling at him on the street runs through me. I try to laugh my way through my comment, "I said a few things. Care to enlighten me on which part?"

  He squeezes me in tighter before speaking. "That I'm not your boyfriend so you don't have to answer to me." He lifts my chin up with his index finger so I look right into his handsome face. He kisses me before continuing. "Right now, that changes."

  I lift up onto my elbow, confused. "Just to be clear. Did you mean the boyfriend or the answering to you part?"

  My stomach knots waiting for his reply. "The boyfriend part. We're gonna fix that. As of this moment, you're mine and you better get used to it."

  I laugh at him a bit. "You know there is this thing called asking right?"

  He grunts and grabs my ass from the side. "You wanna get your ass smacked again?" His hand is now rubbing up and down my back. I could actually get used to this.

  He admits, "Watching you at the bar made me insanely jealous. Guys were staring at your legs wishing the same thing I was. They watched you laugh at random jokes. I want those legs and those smiles. So are you ready to be taken off the market?"

  I'm still slightly surprised that I don't answer right away, but I can feel my head nodding. He laughs, "Words, babe, need to hear the words."

  I say one simple sentence, "I want to be with you." Then I laugh and push his buttons a little, "I still don't have to answer to you, though."

  He shuts me up and gives me a deep, bruising kiss, grabbing the back of my neck with on hand as the other squeezes my ass again. He pulls me close to him. "I will take care of you so I know you will answer to me. So tomorrow, we get you a change of clothes, and I want to take you out for the day. Do you have to work?"

  I reply, "Nine to three, but only to keep an eye on the animals since it’s Saturday. We do some boarding, especially for the ones who had surgery."

  He dramatically sighs, "Okay, I guess I can drop you off and pick you up after. You're going to spend the night again."

  I’m still slightly speechless so I just say, "Okay."

  My eyelids are getting heavy, and I can tell his breaths are getting even as we both fall into a deep and sated sleep.

  My resolve vanished the minute I found out Natalie left the bar.

  Her leech of a friend would not let me go, digging her nails so roughly into my arm that if I even slightly moved away, they'd break the skin.

  She wouldn't stop running her big mouth. My ears felt like they were bleeding with how much that bitch was talking in that overly fake attempt at a sexy and sultry tone. My dick felt like it was going to shrivel up and die at any second from her voice.

  If it's one thing I can’t stand, it’s a catty jealous woman. I may be a polite guy to strangers, but mess with someone I care about and that carnal side rears it's uglier version.

  If I heard her say one more crass thing about Natalie, I was going to explode, but I didn't want to cause a nightmare scene in the bar. The bartender had already outed my identity to the leech, and she latched on harder with dollar signs popping out of her eyes. Her voice got that annoying "sultry" tone to it again, making me want to fucking vomit all over her over-sprayed hair.

  No. The only voice I wanted to hear that got me hard as a rock and soothed me at the same time was Natalie's.

  We wake early the next morning so I can get her to work even only on a two-hour nap. That plan fails as her mouth f
inds her way down my body to the hardest my dick has ever been. Each vein is popping out with the anticipation of feeling her warm and wet mouth pulling me deep into her mouth.

  Her lips nibble in a single row up to the tip of my dick. I love that she's fucking marking me. There's no doubt in my mind that she's mine in every single way, but another side of me is hungry to show off that I'm hers.

  Her warm breath is like a waterfall on my dick, and I have to be careful not to smack her in the face with the tip.

  Oh fuck it, I will.

  The large mushroom head slaps right against her cheek and her eyes immediately go to mine, and I can't control the laughter that pours out of me.

  "Did you really just slap my face with your dick?"

  Her eyes show lust and amusement rather than anger.

  Instead of answering her, I just slap her again.

  Rather than getting mad at me, she pulls me deep into her mouth, and all laughing stops. She holds a great deal into her mouth, hitting extremely far back into her throat. I have to stop myself from jack-knifing off of the bed and choking Natalie with my dick but good holy fucking god that feels amazing.

  When she pulls back up, she takes the tip of her tongue and draws a line from the bottom vein all the way to the slit where pre-cum drips out. She licks the juices off and sucks the tip of me into her mouth. Her right hand goes to the bottom of my dick and starts working in tandem with her mouth.

  Her eyes reach up to mine as I watch her intently. The intimacy pouring out of her would have made me run in the past, but at the moment, every part of me knows that she will be mine forever.

  I reach my hand down and caress her hollowed out cheek, and ripples of intense pleasure sear through me.

  She stops and looks at me with a scared expression.

  "Do you not like it?"

  I stroke my dick with my hand and tap her lips with the head. "Baby, you are giving me nothing but fucking pleasure. This is the hardest my dick has ever been. I was just admiring your passion."

  A bright red blush forms across her cheeks. "I just want to make you happy and give you as much pleasure as you gave me last night."

  "Natalie, anything you do will give me pleasure."

  Instead of replying, she goes right back to town on her dick breakfast. In only a matter of minutes, I shout out my release and attempt to pull out of her mouth, but she holds me down tight to swallow everything I'm giving her. When the last of the drops are taken out of me, I pull her to my chest and kiss her until she can't even remember her own name.

  One look at the clock tells us that our sexual haze is over and we need to get going. We're not in a huge rush, but knowing Natalie, she will want to be early to work. My woman is particular about certain things, and punctuality is important to her.

  I've gripped the steering wheel several times back to her place instead of ripping off that see-through shirt again where the swells of her breasts are visible in that sexy white tank. I've never wanted to destroy clothing more than anything in my life because other men got to see the light cream colored smoothness of her legs last night.

  Now that I've had tastes of her, I know I will never get enough.

  I drop her off at home with promises of a sleepless night, then decide to head over to Grant's house. I called him on the way to make sure Danny was up for playing catch with his favorite uncle and let Jamie feed me some breakfast food.

  I see my parents' car sitting in the driveway, and a bigger smile fills my face. My mom's going to flip her shit when I tell her about Natalie. I haven't talked about a woman with my parents’ in a very long time. Since Lauren wanted the fame of dating a football player, they found out through a tabloid before I could say anything to them myself.

  Natalie is officially mine now. I want to tell them first and then work with my publicist to keep Natalie out of the press for as long as I can. Once they catch wind, they may not leave her alone, and it's definitely something I know Natalie isn’t hesitanting about being friends with me.

  The little man I mostly came to see runs through the front door when he hears my truck pull up to the front curb.

  "Uncle Collliiinnn!! You have to see the tricks I taught Fuzzy! She wears her jersey all the time. You gotta play with us!"

  Now that my shoulder is fully healed, I scoop up my growing nephew and sit him up on my shoulders. I duck us through the entryway to rambunctious little Fuzzy coming to my feet and trying to eat my shoelaces. I'm beyond glad to see her growing and that her tumble never affected her permanently.

  "My baby boy is here!"

  I pull Danny from my shoulders and let him go back to running around with Fuzzy.

  I give my mom a kiss on the cheek. "Hi, Ma. You know there's nothing about me that's a baby, right?"

  She smacks my shoulder, and we walk toward the kitchen. "You will always be my baby boy even when you start popping out babies of your own."

  Laughing at her desire for more grandchildren, I reassure her, "Ma, give me a few more years in the league and some time to enjoy with my girlfriend first."

  Dad looks up from the griddle and places the tongs on the stand before we shake hands and have our manly father-son hug. Questions start so quickly from both Mom and Dad that I can barely keep up.

  "What's this about a girlfriend and grandchildren?"

  "You have a new girlfriend?"

  "Where is she?"

  "Is she out in the truck?"

  "It's not another model is it?"

  I interrupt them before they start planning my wedding. "Guys, I'll answer your questions. Just calm down. Dad, get back to flipping pancakes, I'm hungry."

  Jamie walks in from the dining room. I give her a kiss on the cheek and rub her growing belly. Jamie and Grant announced they were expecting another child right after the new year. Yet she was already a few months into the pregnancy and was already showing.

  I gotta rile her up. "Where's the bacon, Jamie? Feed me, woman!"

  She smacks my arm. "I’m good for other things besides cooking, Colin. What's this shouting I hear about you and a girl? Is it that vet student Grant told me about a few weeks ago? The one who took care of Fuzzy before Christmas?"

  Mom shouts over Jamie, "A few weeks?! Colin Keith Shaw, you better start talking or I'm going to rip that stupid thing out of your tongue."

  We all walk into the dining room and settle in for a good brunch. I drink some OJ before telling them about Natalie.

  "Her name is Natalie Lyons, and she's studying to become a veterinarian. She's from Napa Valley, and her family owns a winery there as I found out when I bumped into her on my flight to San Francisco. After the crap that happened with Lauren, I wasn't sure I wanted to get into another relationship, but there's just something different about her."

  I stuff my face full of pancakes and bacon before my mother makes me answer any more questions. The look on her face is all I need to know that she is practically naming my future children. Her next statement shocks me, and I almost choke on a piece of bacon.

  "You're in love with her already."

  My mouth hangs wide open, and my dad has to smack up my jaw so food doesn't fall out.

  He agrees with my mom. "You're a goner, son, ain't ya?"

  I look at my family around the table, and I know there's no use in lying to them.

  "Yeah, I'm already in love with her. Now don't be startin' to plan anything. She's still getting used to my life, and some crap just happened with Lauren that she might be skittish if I tell her too soon."

  My dad's face is serious with his next speech. "Son, don't let a gold diggin’ attention seeker like Lauren get in the way of telling Natalie how you truly feel about her. I told your mama how I felt the second I felt it."

  Mama scoffs at Dad, "You told me I had a nice derriere and that you'd love it if you were my escort to prom."

  "Yes, dear, but if you recall, I also told you that prom was just the beginning of the rest of our lives."

  Mom's cheeks turn pink. "S
till ever the charmer, Harrison Shaw."

  He tosses a blueberry at Mom, and she chucks one right back. "And you will love me forever, Susan Shaw."

  Danny's confused little face looks around the table before his seven-year-old mind catches up. "How come I can't throw food at the table but Papaw and Gammy can?"

  Jamie laughs at her son. "Because these two will clean up after themselves. Now you better clean yourself up, too, before you go play outside with Uncle Colin. Make sure you feed Fuzzy, young man."

  I grab my plate and pick up Danny’s as well. I wash them while he goes to wash some maple syrup off his face.

  For a few hours, I imagine what it would be like to have little kids running around with light brown hair and big blue eyes. The image of Natalie pregnant in my home settles warmly in my stomach.

  Danny would love to have cousins to play with along with this new sibling that's on the way. Since he'll be the oldest, I know he'd take a page from Grant's book and be a great big brother.

  My dad comes up beside me as I stand at the edge of the back patio watching the growing Fuzzy enjoying some fetch with Danny and without falling this time.

  "Son, I was serious earlier. Don't let fear of the outside world keep you from following your heart. You've always been one to go after what you want, there's no reason to stop now."

  I look at my dad and tell him my biggest fear. "Things are calm right now with conditioning and keeping my shoulder in check. What if she bails once I'm gone for away games and the media starts following me again?"

  He slaps me upside the head. "I raised you better than that. Lauren wanted you just for those reasons. Don't assume anything with Natalie."

  "I'm not comparing the two, Pop, but a woman like her seems too good to be true. She's honest, gorgeous, kind to everyone off the bat, laughs at and with me, loves sports, and family. Any guy would be crazy not to want her."

  Instead of slapping me on the head, my dad slaps my shoulder. Which means I actually said something smart for once.