Nothing To Lose

by Jenna Byrnes

  It seemed like she never got to sleep, but pounding on her front door woke her the next morning. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was barely six-thirty. She knew who was there.

  Moving slowly, she used the bathroom and brushed her teeth and hair before heading out to the front room. He wasn’t going anywhere. Did she want him to? Was she hoping if she walked slowly enough he might give up and go away? No, she hoped he was going to fuck her again, and she’d wanted to pee and brush her teeth first.

  She opened the door wearing her silky pyjamas.

  Doug looked her over before speaking. “Took you long enough.”

  “Did we have an appointment?” She turned and walked away from him.

  He followed her down the hall. “I couldn’t sleep all damn night. You’re lucky I waited this long to show up.”

  She stopped and faced him. “What do you want, Doug? More sex? You are an arrogant one to think you can just waltz in here—”

  He grabbed her arm. “You answered the door.”

  Bailey looked up at him. “So that means I want to screw you? My, aren’t we full of ourselves.”

  Doug shoved her up against the wall, knocking a picture to the floor but ignoring it. “Well, do you? Because I couldn’t think of anything else all night. We have this totally hot sex and then you walk away like it was nothing. Are you really that cold-hearted of a bitch or are you just afraid?”

  “I’m not afraid of you,” she spouted back.

  He looked into her eyes. “You want the sex but you don’t want me. I get it now.”

  “Gee, you’re quick.”

  The fact that she didn’t deny it seemed to irritate him. Shoving her by one arm, he forced Bailey into the bedroom and plunged her facedown on the bed. “Okay, princess, we’ll do it your way. Bury your face in the pillow so you can pretend it’s not me.” He grabbed her hips and raised them, yanking off her pyjama bottoms.

  “Doug!” she protested.

  He froze. “Do you want me to stop?”

  Bailey hesitated a second and then choked out the words “No…god no!”

  In a frenzied manner, he kicked off his pants and, gripping her hips, positioned the tip of his cock at the opening of her pussy. He inserted a finger, then groaned before sucking the digit into his mouth. “You’re dripping wet already. It’s a damn good thing, because I’m gonna fuck you now. You just close your eyes and pretend I’m somebody else.”

  He drove into her and Bailey cried out, her first orgasm arriving instantaneously.

  Doug held firm as her body shuddered around his, and when she fell flat, he grasped her hips and dragged her back up towards him. “Stay with me, I’m not finished with you yet.”

  His words sent tingling waves through her and she pressed her butt into him. He wrapped his arms around her, massaging her clit with one hand and her breasts with the other. “Feel good?” he whispered in her ear.

  “Yes…” She almost sobbed. Nothing had ever felt better.

  “Want me to keep fucking you?”

  “Oh god, yes!” Another orgasm ripped through her and she quivered in his arms.

  He kept a tight grasp until the shaking subsided. “You like it this way, don’t you, baby? You can imagine you’re with anyone you like when I’m fucking you from behind. So who are you thinking about? Some big shot pencil pusher from the city?”

  Bailey tried to shake her head but everything was fuzzy and she couldn’t concentrate.

  “Your clit is so big, you’re gonna come again in just a minute, here.” He rubbed her swollen nub in circles. “Come on. I want you to be good and satisfied before I empty my load into you.”

  She groaned again, his words driving her crazy. No one had ever talked dirty to her during sex before, and Bailey discovered that it drove her wild. Another orgasm shot through her and she gasped.

  “Come on, beautiful girl, that’s it. God, you’re pretty when you come! Your face looks so sweet, and your nipples are hard as rocks.”

  She tried to slump forward but he held her securely. “I can’t…” she moaned.

  “Had enough?” Doug dragged her back up against him.

  “Y…ess…” she whimpered.

  “Then hang on.”

  He released her breasts and grabbed her hips, pounding into her until she couldn’t see straight. Wave after wave of hot, sticky seed poured into her and Bailey sighed when he finally let her collapse on the bed.

  He remained firmly planted inside, lying gently on top so he didn’t crush her. After a few minutes he pulled out and rolled off to the side. “I’ll just slip out quietly, like I was never here.”

  “Doug!” Bailey whispered without looking at him.

  “What, beautiful?”

  “I wasn’t imagining I was with anyone else. As much as it pains me to admit it, I was thinking about you. I wanted to be with you.”

  “Well now.” He chuckled as he stood up to get dressed. “What do you know about that?” Leaning down, he kissed her cheek. “I’d say we have a problem.”

  Still lying on her stomach, Bailey watched as he finished dressing but never made eye contact with him. “I’m not sure it’s such a problem.”

  Doug hesitated a moment, and Bailey saw him smile as he walked out.

  She remained in bed a while longer, enjoying the satisfying after-effects of their lovemaking. Doug was quiet the first time they had sex, but this morning he’d talked the whole time. Not just talked—ordered, commanded, totally took control of her, and Bailey loved it. She ran a hand over her sticky, naked body and felt a small bruise on her thigh—it hurt a little now but felt heavenly when Doug had given her the hickey last night. He was an imaginative lover, and she wanted to get him back in her bed as soon as possible.

  She tried to ignore her other thoughts about him. Theirs had been a mutual dislike from the start—both thinking the other was arrogant, rude and mouthy. Bailey knew she hadn’t treated him well, or Sarah and Mandy for that matter, when they originally met. She thought she’d made progress in correcting the situation…with Sarah and Mandy, anyway. She and Doug still clashed like oil and water.

  Regretfully she rose to shower and dress but continued thinking about him. How could she dislike his arrogance but manage to find him so incredibly sexy? He was rude, pushing his way in here this morning, and remembering it sent a flood of dampness through her core. Bailey rubbed her clit as the shower spray thrummed against her, still thinking of Doug. He was mouthy. Hell yes he was mouthy, and when she remembered how he spoke to her during sex, her pussy gushed.

  She leaned against the shower wall and continued to flick her clit in small circles. The memory of Doug pounding into her from behind took her breath away, and as she relived the moment, she could almost feel his strong hands grasp her hips. An intense orgasm spilled from deep inside, causing her to shudder and quake as she held herself up for support.

  Bailey gathered her bearings and climbed out of the shower. Just thinking about sex with Doug produced great orgasms. The actual sex was the best she could imagine, and she wanted more.

  His vacation started in a few days, and she wondered how much of that time she could keep him flat on his back in bed. Probably not much—Mandy would be around every day, and Sarah would notice if Doug never accomplished anything. Oh well, Bailey chuckled to herself, a girl could dream.

  She pulled herself out of the daydream long enough to dress before Mandy arrived. They cleaned out several more cabinets, and Doug came over after work to start scraping the house for painting. He went straight to work, and Bailey and Mandy stopped to greet him on their way out.

  “Hello.” She looked him in the eye.

  “Evening. Where are you two headed?”

  Mandy spoke up. “Bailey and I are dropping some boxes off at Goodwill and then we’re grabbing something to eat before she takes me home. Mom has that church meeting tonight.”

  “That’s right,” he nodded.

  “Can I bring you anything…to eat…?” Bailey lo
oked at him and licked her lips.

  Doug cleared his throat and looked down. “I’m good, thanks.”

  She waved a set of keys in front of him. “You’ll need a key to the garage. Here you go.”

  Taking the ring from her, Doug looked at it. “This was your mother’s, to the house and everything.”

  “I know.” Bailey tried to convey meaning without saying the actual words. “In case you want anything in the house. Take them, and use them.”

  “Yeah, sure. Okay.” He cleared his throat again and shoved them in his pocket. He was obviously embarrassed in front of his niece, and Bailey was delighted. She hadn’t seen much of this side of him.

  “See you later!” Mandy called cheerily, heading to Bailey’s car.

  “Later.” He watched the girl go, and when she was out of earshot turned to Bailey. “You’ve sure done a one-eighty.”

  She knew it was a complete turn-around, but standing next to him now, all she could think about was throwing him down and devouring him. It was probably a good thing Mandy was waiting.

  Looking him over carefully, Bailey made a decision. So what if they were polar opposites? Nobody was talking about forever, and she could use a couple more weeks of hot-monkey-sex. “You complaining?” She ran a finger over his zipper teasingly.

  “Hell no.”

  “Good. Then maybe I’ll let you flip me into another one-eighty and fuck me from behind later.”

  He closed his eyes as if to steady himself and Bailey saw his erection twitch and bulge.

  She laughed softly and glanced to be sure Mandy was in the car. “What, you think only you can talk dirty?”

  “Oh no, I know better,” he declared. “When you told me to fuck you, I thought I was going to lose it right then and there.”

  “I like saying it,” she admitted. “And I like hearing it. So get used to that.”

  He laughed as she walked off, throwing her hair over her shoulder. “Well, I like doing it!” he called after her. “So get used to that!”

  “I am.” Bailey turned back to him and winked.

  She and Mandy ran their errands, grabbed a bite to eat and waited at the girl’s house until Sarah returned. Bailey wandered around the comfortable little home, stopping in front of a table with several framed pictures. “Cute.” She touched the shot of a smiling young Mandy at about the age of five.

  “Thanks. This was my dad.” Mandy picked up another photo, of a handsome young man.

  “He looks very nice.”

  “He was a good dad,” she agreed, and then showed Bailey an old picture of Doug throwing Mandy over his shoulder. “Uncle Doug’s going to make a good dad, too, if he ever finds the right woman and settles down.”

  Bailey looked at the photo, remembering when Doug threw her over his shoulder like that. She felt a pang of discomfort at Mandy’s words but knew she couldn’t let the girl bother her. She was a child, really, and Doug was an adult. He was free to have an adult relationship with Bailey, and when it was over they would both move on. It was as simple as that, she told herself. But the pang of discomfort didn’t go away.

  When Sarah arrived, they chatted a few minutes before Bailey drove home quickly, hoping with all her might that Doug was still there. She exhaled when she saw him putting away his supplies and locking the garage.

  After parking her car in the driveway, she stepped out and looked at him. “I’m glad I didn’t miss you.”

  He smiled at her. “I wasn’t leaving. I thought about hopping in the shower before you got back.”

  “Ooh, I’m glad I didn’t miss that. Come on, I’ll show you where I keep the soap.” She led him inside and watched him lock the doors before following her to the bathroom. She pressed him up against the wall, kissing him firmly.

  Doug kissed her back and then lightly pushed away. “I really need to shower. I’ve been working all day in the heat.”

  “I thought I might help you.” She tugged his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

  He groaned as she unfastened his jeans and dragged them off. His erection jutted forth.

  Bailey cupped it gently. She licked her lips then reached in and turned on the water. “Shall we?”

  Doug quickly helped her strip and they stepped under the warm spray. He reached for the soap but Bailey took it from him, running it over his body in foamy trails. “Jesus,” he muttered as she washed his cock and balls thoroughly, then handed him the soap.

  “You can do the rest.” She dropped to her knees and licked the length of his shaft from base to tip. A drop of milky-white cum appeared in the slit of the tip, and Bailey sucked it off. “Mmm,” she swallowed his length and he grabbed the shower wall for support.

  “That feels fantastic.” He ran a hand through her hair.

  Bailey chuckled and deep-throated him several more times before he reached for her shoulders.

  “You should stop.” He dragged her up into his arms. “I have other things in mind and I’m gonna need a nice, hard cock.”

  “Mmm, you have a very nice, hard cock.” She kissed him lightly and then opened her mouth wider. Their tongues darted back and forth, teasing and plunging before Bailey finally pulled back and traced a finger over his eyebrow. “Tell me what you have in mind.”

  He nuzzled her breasts and pulled one nipple into his mouth. “That depends if you’re up for some soapy, bend-over-in-the-shower butt sex. If not, no problem…”

  Bailey groaned and pressed in to him. “Yeah, I am. I love getting down and dirty in the shower. Hang on.” She shoved him back gently and stepped out for a moment, returning with a tube of lubricant. “I’m not sure soap is going to cut it.”

  Doug took the tube from her, opening it and squeezing out a handful of the thick, sticky goo. He kissed Bailey again and turned her away from him. Rubbing the thick lube over the crack of her ass, he inserted a finger into her puckering anus. “Oh yeah, so nice and tight.”

  Bailey gripped the back shower wall, ready and willing for whatever he wanted to do to her. She was hot and horny and wanted him to fill every orifice.

  He worked two fingers inside her and nibbled her earlobe. “How’s that feel?”

  “So good I can barely stand it—I want more! Is there any way you can rub my clit when you’re in there?”

  “Absolutely. If you’re ready, I know I am. You’re so beautiful, I might not last long.”

  “Do it,” she moaned as he withdrew his fingers and nudged his cock at her anus. “Fuck me in the ass.”

  Doug groaned and pushed himself forward.

  Bailey felt the resistance of her tight outer rim, and reached between her legs to rub her clit. The added sensation would help her relax and allow his penetration.

  “That’s it. Rub that little button until I can reach it.” He pressed on, slowly forcing his cock into her tight hole.

  “I’m coming!” she muttered, and as the orgasm blasted through her, Doug squeezed her breasts and nipples. Bailey leaned against the wall for support. When her pussy stopped throbbing, she felt an entirely new sensation. “Oh, Jesus,” she groaned again. “That feels incredible!”

  She felt the curve of Doug’s smile against her cheek. “It sure as hell does. That sweet little orgasm was all I needed to push my way in. Now we’re gonna work on a bigger one.” He massaged her clit with one hand and her nipples with the other.

  “Oh lord, oh…” She was at a loss for words. The feeling of Doug reaming her ass was exquisite. Her pussy was drenched with fluids and they poured out of her, adding lubrication to the already well-oiled machine. “I need to feel you inside my pussy. Can you stick your fingers in?”

  “You bet.” He reached lower and easily inserted three fingers into her throbbing centre.

  “Yeah…” Bailey massaged her clit as Doug worked on her pussy and continued to pluck at her nipples. “Fuck me. It’s good, so good…” She threw her head back against him and came violently, the shuddering so intense he had to remove his hands and grasp her waist.


  “Oh baby!” he hollered.

  Bailey felt the heat of his fluid pouring into her ass. He pounded against her a few more times until he was empty, and they both clung to the shower wall. They pressed against the tiles quietly, trying to regain their breath.

  Finally Doug muttered, “Cold.”

  Bailey chuckled. The water had gone frigid and was pelting his back. “Turn the handle, there should be some more hot water if you just crank it up.”

  “I didn’t notice it for a long time, but Christ, now it’s fucking freezing!” He gripped her waist. “Relax for me.” He pulled his cock out slowly.

  Bailey groaned, barely able to stand.

  Doug turned and adjusted the faucet so hot water reappeared. “Oh yeah.” He stood under the warm flow for a moment before reaching for Bailey and pulling her into his arms. “Sorry about the abrupt departure.”

  She looked up and batted her eyelashes. “Me too. I never wanted you to go.” They kissed gently. She finally pulled back and said, “You’d better finish washing up. The hot water won’t last much longer.”

  “Right.” Doug grabbed the soap and cleaned his body and then hers.

  Bailey let him soap her thoroughly and turn her around to rinse.

  “That feels like we got it,” he decided, and stuck his head under the spray to rinse his hair. He shut off the water and she grabbed two towels for them.

  “It certainly does.” She locked eyes with him and they watched each other dry off. She stepped close, and he opened his towel, wrapping it around both of their bodies.

  “Mmm.” He kissed her hungrily and walked her backwards to the bedroom.

  Bailey dropped onto the bed, looking up at him seductively. “I can’t believe I’m still horny.”

  He grinned and looked down at his erect cock. “I thought the cold water might have done me in.” Doug climbed on the bed and leaned over her. “Actually, I thought your hot ass was gonna do me in. I’ve never felt anything so incredible in my life, Bailey.”