by Grace Risata
“Keep going,” I screamed breathlessly. “DIXON, YES!”
Again, the torturous prick pulled away and stared at me, although this time it was with a look of horror.
“Please don’t shout my name, Alyce. It’s a trigger,” he admitted in embarrassment. Not needing any further explanation, I simply nodded my head.
“It’s okay,” I murmured in what I hoped was a reassuring tone. “Everything feels amazing. Your tongue is setting me on fire. I’m so close.”
He immersed himself between my legs yet again, feasting on all that I had to offer. My body began to quiver, I clenched his face with my thighs, lifted my ass off the bed, and exploded as wave after wave of heat crashed over my body.
After the trembling subsided and I could move again, I leaned down to return the favor.
“No, Alyce,” he insisted, gently pushing me back against the pillow. “The only place I’m going to bury my cock is balls deep into your soaking wet pussy.”
“Okay,” I replied, because that sure as fuck sounded like a good idea to me.
Dixon cracked open the foil packet, nodded his head as though confirming it was indeed usable, and slipped on the rubber.
When it became abundantly clear that he intended to enter me one agonizingly slow inch at a time, I grabbed his ass and shoved him in farther. Yes, I was impatient to fill myself with his entire cock. I was not in a mood to do things half-way tonight. It was all or nothing.
Once he was fully buried inside me, I realized just how much different a wide shaft feels compared to a long one.
“You okay?” he whispered, hot breath blowing in my ear. “I’m not trying to hurt you, sweet cheeks.”
“Nah, I’ll be fine,” I promised. “Your cock is thicker than I’m accustomed to. Not like I take in cocks on any regular basis. You know what I mean. Shut up and fuck me so I quit talking.”
With a devilish grin, Dixon was more than happy to grant my request. He began to plunge his cock into me in the most delicious way imaginable. My partner definitely knew what he was doing because every single thrust felt better than the one before.
I whimpered in response, desperate for this feeling to last as long as possible before I fell over the cliff into paradise. Sometimes the build-up was better than the climax itself. Sort of like the feeling of excitement when you’re going up a tall roller coaster…you know what’s coming next but the anticipation vibrates through you and nothing else registers except what’s happening at that very moment.
Frantically clawing at Dixon’s muscular shoulders, meeting him thrust for thrust, I became a savage. The wilder I became, the faster and harder he slid into me, balls pounding against my ass cheeks as I begged for more.
“Fuck me harder,” I pleaded through gritted teeth, forcing myself not to scream his name.
Eager to follow my orders, the determined man took it up a notch and any attempt to be gentle completely evaporated. Rutting like feral animals, skin slapping against sweaty skin, we let ourselves go wild until an intense orgasm detonated through my entire body.
Whimpers, moans, and something resembling a screech poured from my lips as every part of me shook in the same rhythm as the throbbing climax.
There was no way to describe it, but if I had to use words, I’d say it was like I got zapped by electricity and every nerve ending began to vibrate all at once. The release was so forceful that it was honestly hard to wrap my head around it.
“Yes, Alyce, come for me baby. Squeeze your wet pussy around my cock. You’re so fucking tight, sweet cheeks. Yes. Just like that,” he urged, encouraging me.
As I came down from that epic high, I saw Dixon wipe sweat from his brow before letting me know that he would be finished pretty soon.
“I’m almost there, don’t worry,” he mumbled, continuing to thrust deeper while rocking back and then entering me forcefully.
“I’m not in a hurry,” I admitted breathlessly. “I can come more than once if you keep doing whatever the fuck you’re doing.”
He stopped, frozen, mid-plunge. I smiled and wiggled my ass beneath him. So good. He felt so fucking good.
“You can come multiple times? For real?”
“Uh, yeah. I like it when you stick my ass in the air and squeeze my legs together so they wrap tighter around your cock. We can try that if you want,” I offered in an effort to be helpful. I mean Dixon isn’t a mind reader. How is he going to know what I like if I don’t tell him?
“Fuck,” he grunted. Since it was only a one word sentence, I had no idea if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Was that a happy grunt?” I asked in an effort to clarify the mood.
“Yes. I like a girl who speaks her mind.”
“I’m a woman,” I reminded him.
“And a damn fine one at that,” he said right before slapping my ass.
I came at least three more times in slight variations of the missionary position. After the last one, I noticed that Dixon was breathing hard and making a tiny squeaking noise.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m two seconds away from shooting my load into this condom. Please, tell me you’re not going to come anymore, Alyce. I can’t hold back.”
I reached up, pinched his nipple, and purred, “Blow your wad, Dixon. Fuck the hell out of me.”
The man literally howled like a rabid werewolf as he stiffened up and exploded into the rubber. Even though a latex barrier separated us, I still felt his cock throb inside of me as he let go.
Once we were both fully satisfied, soaked with sweat, and partially unable to move, Dixon finally spoke.
“Wow. You have no idea how much I needed that, Alyce. I’ve been so uptight and edgy lately and nothing makes it go away. But that…damn…that really hit the spot.”
I snuggled back into his pillow and sighed in happiness. I’ve had enough sex to know what’s impressive and what’s less than stellar. Let me tell you, that was damn near perfection.
My bedmate then rolled over, propped his head on his hands, and spoke the words every lady wants to hear.
“So, yeah. You have to leave now.”
Chapter Eight
Dixon
That was pretty fucking intense. Who the hell would have thought Alyce was exactly what I needed to unwind and take the edge off? I mean, I know she’s a little firecracker the way she marches up to me with that determined look on her face every single time she waltzes into the stupid veteran’s center. But I kind of pegged her as a do-gooder and not some tiny sex pistol that could make me lose my mind. I haven’t felt that relaxed and…well…normal…since I got back from overseas. Even when I’m smoking or drinking to try and numb the pain and memories, it doesn’t make me forget things the way I just did a few minutes ago. The sex with her took me out of my own head for awhile. Fuck, I didn’t realize how badly I needed that.
It’s been way too long since I had a decent screw. Don’t get me wrong, I’m by no means a monk when it comes to the ladies. There have been a few times when I tried to forget myself with cheap women that were all too willing and available at bar time. I guess either I was too drunk or they weren’t my type or…I don’t know what. It just didn’t work. Those random encounters didn’t hold a candle to what I just experienced with Alyce. She was so fucking wet and ready, with no hesitation at all. Sweet Cheeks just went for it like she knew our bodies would fit together perfectly. They absolutely did. Our chemistry was off the charts.
No way in hell was that a one off. I want more of her. Thanks to the fucking judge threatening me with jail time if I so much as take one step out of line, I can’t drink or touch any drugs that might quiet the constant throbbing in my head. So what can I do to relax? Alyce. I can do Alyce.
“Here,” I demanded, rolling out of bed and digging around in a pile of dirty laundry. “Put your number in my phone.”
I touched the screen and typed in her name.
She paused while buttoning up her jeans and reached out hesitantly as if I we
re holding a cobra instead of a damn cell phone.
“It’s a phone, Alyce. It won’t bite. Start typing.”
She shrugged and began tapping away, finally smiling and handing it over.
“Thank you for spelling my name correctly,” she said appreciatively.
“Yeah, I need to finish adding you. What’s your last name?” Does it make me a man-whore or a total douchebag for fucking someone without knowing her last name? Hell, I’ve bedded women without knowing their first names and I’ve never given a shit. Why the sudden need for intel on Alyce?
Her eyes grew wide and she shook her head violently.
“No.”
What the fuck? She’s willing to jump into bed with an asshole like me, give the performance of a lifetime, and then refuse to tell me her last name? Two and two aren’t adding up to four.
Unless…
“Are you married, Alyce? Shacked up with your boyfriend? Dating the perfect overachieving Asian guy who folds his socks and never cusses? Are you just here to take a walk on the wild side and see what you’re missing in life? Is that it?”
The woman’s mouth hung open in shock for about two seconds before she unleashed a barrage of curse words that would make a sailor blush.
“Listen here, you cocksucker,” she began, taking a step closer and sticking a finger in my chest. “Why do you assume I’m some skank that would cheat on her man? Why does my boyfriend have to be Asian like I’m not allowed to date out of my race? I’d tell you to go fuck yourself, but I already did that…and quite a thorough job I might add, so I have no other words for you right now.”
Alyce turned on her heel, eager to make a fast exit and get the hell away from me. I can’t say that I blamed her. But she wasn’t going anywhere…not if I could help it.
I grabbed her from behind, picked her up, carried her to the bed, gently put her down, and straddled the angry woman.
“Calm down, sweet cheeks,” I ordered, quickly grabbing her wrists when she went to take a swing at me. “If you weren’t already involved with someone, then why won’t you tell me your name? Afraid I’ll turn into some nutcase stalker?”
All the fight evaporated and her whole body sagged with defeat. Not one to completely back down, she still looked me right in the eyes when she made her confession.
“I hate my last name. It caused me nothing but heartache when I was in school. I got teased pretty viciously and it left emotional scars. I know my problems are nothing like the kind you have, and I’m not saying they are. Losing friends in battle and seeing things that no one should have to witness…that’s unimaginable. But for me…the bullying still hurts years later, okay? That’s why I don’t want to tell you my name.”
Fuck. I leaned back and let her go, wishing I could act like a decent person instead of a complete asshole that constantly did something to piss her off. It’s not like I was trying to be a prick, it’s just who I am.
“Tell me,” I whispered. Obviously her name was something Japanese and that’s why it bothered her. I can’t imagine getting picked on just because you weren’t American.
“Wendt,” she replied, averting her eyes.
“What?” I asked, certain I had heard her wrong. That was a totally common last name. I wonder if her family had a bad reputation in town and that’s why she didn’t like it. Did Alyce come from the wrong side of the tracks? Was her dad a serial killer or what? I’ve heard of Jeffrey Dahmer and Charles Manson, but no one named ‘Wendt’ was ringing any alarm bells.
After sucking in a deep breath, she whispered, “Alyce went home and her mom was gone. Alyce’s mom went away because she hated her daughter. Alyce went home to an empty house. Alyce went away because no one loved her. How many more do you want?”
The stubborn woman gritted her teeth as though forcing herself to remain composed.
Fuck. I was not equipped to handle this at all. Sure, chicks have gotten pissed at me before, but that’s anger. I can deal with anger. Sadness? Not so much. Maybe if I change the subject then she’ll hold back the waterworks.
“Fine, ‘Alyce with a y,’ you don’t need a last name in my phone. It’s not like I know any other women with the same name as you.”
“Good,” she said, coming back a little bit to her former defiant self.
“I have one last question before you go. How come you’re not freaking out or getting all clingy like most women do after they’ve had a good fucking?”
Alyce stuck her index finger in her mouth, sucked on it, and then began to rub it in circles around my nipple.
“Well, Dixon,” she began, clearly happy to tease me. “In case you haven’t figured this out by now, I’m not like most people. Also, I tend to do whatever I want in life since I’m probably going to die soon anyway.”
WHAT?! She’s dying? I narrowed my eyes and let them roam over her body from head to toe. Nothing was turning colors with gangrene or graying from lack of blood flow. Did the woman have some horrible terminal illness? Is that why she seemed to have no filter on that dirty mouth?
“Tell me,” I demanded. “How long do you have left?”
“I’m not sure,” she admitted with a shrug. “Could be five minutes or twenty years. It’s hard to say.”
“Would you care to elaborate on that?” At this point, I wasn’t sure who was more of an asshole between the two of us.
“Fine,” Alyce replied, licking her lips as though preparing to share another long story. The girl liked to talk, I’ll give her that much.
“My dad died of a heart attack when I was just shy of my sixteenth birthday and he was thirty-six. My grandmother died of liver failure about four years after that at the young age of fifty-eight. Every single one of my paternal great-grandparents keeled over from various cancers and never made it to sixty. The way I see it, people in my family just keep dying younger and younger from a variety of different health issues, so my clock is ticking. My body is basically made up of a gene cesspool and death is imminent. I try to enjoy each day as it comes and not freak out about the small things. I also try to avoid the entanglement of relationships, because it’s rude to get close to people just knowing that you won’t be around very long.”
I blinked a few times in rapid succession, not entirely sure I understood her correctly.
“So…basically…your whole viewpoint on life is something along the lines of ‘why bother since we’re all doomed anyway,’ and that’s about it?”
“Pretty much,” she admitted with a smile. “I’m grateful for the time we just shared, but it’s not like I expect you to put a ring on it or something equally insane. I don’t owe anyone jack shit except for my grandpa. He’s the only person who truly means something to me.”
I noticed she avoided any mention of her mom or mother’s family, but there’s no way in hell I was going to ask about that. You don’t pry into personal details with someone who’s just a new fuckbuddy.
That’s all she is, right?
I shook my head to clear out the cobwebs, and slowly got out of bed with the intention of walking her to the door.
Without thinking, I held her hand and caressed the smooth skin, bringing it to my nose for one last smell. Alyce’s scent reminded me of patchouli, orange blossom, and fresh opportunity.
“Be careful getting home,” I whispered in her ear before stealing one last kiss.
“I got lost on the way here, but I think I can manage,” she replied, lightly running a finger over her lips where my mouth just pressed against hers.
“Goodnight, Alyce.”
I shut the door behind her and hoped against hope that I might not have any nightmares tonight. Maybe Alyce was the magic I needed to fuck the bad memories right out of my system.
At least it couldn’t make things worse, right?
Chapter Nine
“How can you still be hungry?” I asked the bottomless pit as she eyed up every single thing on the shelf at the grocery store. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”
Nina’s
eyes grew wide and she emphatically shook her head.
“Gosh, no! I haven’t been with my boyfriend in two whole months since I came to town to take care of my aunt. Besides, I’m on the pill anyway and I’m far too young to have a baby.”
I grabbed a bag of onions while pushing my cart through the produce section. We’d had quite the productive day and it was only three in the afternoon. What began with me promising to grab lunch and that was all, quickly turned into a whole day of running errands. Lunch at a new pizza place led to shopping at the shoe emporium next door, followed by the book store down the street, and now the mega grocery warehouse across town. Nina has a membership and I don’t, so that works out pretty well in my favor. I could spend hours shopping for food. Also, if I’m being completely honest with myself, Nina was getting along with me remarkably well. Under normal circumstances, I find myself annoyed and ready to punch most people in the face. Something about her just called out to me. Maybe it felt like she needed mentoring and clearly no one else was available.
“You’re not too young to have a baby. I’d say you’re about twenty-four,” I guessed, causing her to set me straight.
“I’ll actually be twenty-six in a few weeks. My boyfriend can’t get off work to visit on the big day, and that’s why he’s coming to see me next weekend instead. I’m super excited, Alyce. I just miss him so much!”
Seeing the pain in her face, I asked a few questions about the guy in order to cheer her up. Everyone likes to talk about their significant other.
“His name is Benjamin and we’ve been dating since our freshman year in college. I had to drop out because of money issues,” she explained while looking away in embarrassment, “but he stayed in school and graduated. Ben is back home trying to find a steady job and I know he’s discouraged. I come from a small town with not a lot of opportunities. I have faith in him, though. As a matter of fact, he hinted around about having big news the last time we talked. I guess it was something he wanted to discuss with me in person. I’m so nervous!”
