Greetings from Sugartown

by Carmen Jenner

  Ana stills beneath me. “She wasn’t there with you?”

  “No, she wasn’t there. You asked me not to be alone with her. I respect that. As for never speaking to her again, it’s kind of impossible. We live in a small town; I’m going to run into her. It’s unavoidable. I can promise you, though, that I don’t want her. I never wanted her, baby girl. I wanted you, and I couldn’t have you—”

  “So what? You grabbed the next best thing?”

  “No, not even close. I fucked a whore in a public toilet because it was easy, and it was killing me to see you flirting with another man.”

  “I wasn’t flirting with him.”

  “I know that now. Just like I know you were hurting just as badly, just like I hope you know I’m not interested in screwing other women. Hell, I don’t even fucking see other women any more. You’re all I see, Ana. You’re all I want to see.”

  I come up onto my knees and yank my shirt over my head, then I go to work on my belt and jeans, allowing them fall down around my ankles. My belt hits the floor with a thud, and I kick off the scratchy, oil stained denim. “Take your clothes off.”

  “You don’t think maybe we should talk some more about this?”

  “Ana, baby girl, take your fucking clothes off before I rip them from your hot little body.”

  She raises her hands in a warding gesture. “Okay, okay, taking them off.”

  “You’re taking too long,” I growl, and pounce on the bed. I don't hear what she says next because I'm too busy burying my face in her tits and inhaling. She smells like she always does, a mix of vanilla and baked goods, only now she smells like my favourite whiskey, too. Ana arches her body towards me, and there's a mixture of both fear and excitement in her gaze as it meets mine. She's not wearing a bra, so her full, beautiful tits are in my hands the second I lean up and free her body from her singlet. I close my mouth over one nipple, gently biting down on the pink flesh. She moans.

  “I should make you mad more often.”

  “No, you really shouldn't.”

  “I don’t know. The make-up sex is always a little more intense.”

  “You want intense, baby girl?”

  She nods, and gives me a devilish smile as she strips off her underwear.

  “Close your eyes,” I command. She does as I ask, and I pull the top sheet out from underneath her, tearing the edge with my teeth and ripping through the soft cotton. Ana’s eyes spring open and she leans up on her elbows. She’s horrified.

  “What the hell are you doing?” she yells. “Those are two thousand thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets.”

  “Do I look like I give a flying fuck about your bed sheets? Close your eyes, and lie back on the bed. I’m not going to ask you again.”

  My tone brooks no argument, and she immediately lies back, though I know she’s fuming about her fucking sheets because her hands clutch the mattress when I begin tearing again.

  She opens her eyes, and shoots me an irritated glare. “Do you really have to—”

  “Ana, baby, not another word,” I warn.

  I continue ripping the sheets into ribbons, and Ana glares at me the whole time. “I told you to close your eyes.”

  “What if I like watching you?” she asks playfully, stretching her leg up to glide the sole of her foot over my chest. The view is fucking incredible. Her pussy is pink and wet, and I have to take a deep breath to avoid sinking myself inside her too soon. I take hold of her ankle and run my fingers over the soft flesh of her arch, down her tanned calf to her inner thigh. I stop just before I reach her gorgeous pussy. She pouts.

  Climbing up on the bed, I take her wrist in my hands. She tries to skim her palm down my chest, but I hold her away from my naked torso. “I don’t want you to see a thing. I don’t want you to touch a thing.” I place her arm gently back on the bed above her head, so it’s resting on the pillow. Taking her other wrist, I place it beside the first, and wrap the soft cotton around them, binding them together and fixing them to the headboard, tightly. “I only want you to feel. I’m going to make you forget anyone else exists, Ana.”

  She lets out a shaky breath, her hips rocking back into the mattress. “I forget other men exist the second you look at me.”

  “Keep your pretty mouth shut or I’ll bind that, too. The only sound I want to hear from your lips are your screams when I make you come over and over again.”

  Her mouth opens, probably to protest, but I press my index finger against her lips and her tongue darts out to taste it. I plunge two fingers inside, and she sucks them like she would my cock. I’m so hard I could cut fucking diamonds. I take my fingers from her mouth, trail my hands over her tits and down the centre of her body to her pussy, where I delve a finger inside. Then I add another. Her hips rock up off the mattress to meet my hands. She moans. Fuck me. I could very well lose my shit right here without ever removing my dick from my pants. I twist my fingers inside her warmth, pulling them all the way out before thrusting back inside. I lay my free hand over the mound of her pussy, applying just enough pressure for her G-spot to sit up and pay attention. Her hips are rocking back and forth in time with my thrusts, and she’s panting like a bitch in heat. Two more strokes and I could have her completely, but I’m not ready for the teasing to be over yet, so I yank my hands from her body and plunge my fingers back in her mouth. Her eyes fly open in shock, but she sucks them clean anyway. Her breathing is hurried, her body sweating and burning up beneath my hands. I ease my fingers from her hot little mouth and lift another strip of binding from the bed. Ana stares at me in confusion.

  “Not my legs,” she whispers and I see fear slide behind her gaze. This is not a new thing for us. She hates to have her legs pinned. It’s fine if I’m on top and she can wrap them around my hips, and she doesn’t even mind when I wedge her between me and the couch and take her from behind, but she won’t even entertain the idea of letting me bind them. Truth be told, I’d rather her keep them free anyway. Binding a woman’s legs limits too much. I could give two shits about tying her up that way.

  “Not your legs,” I agree softly. “You okay?”

  She nods. Her cheeks are pink, her eyes glassy, and dark with desire. She seems together enough, but I’m torn between wanting to push all her boundaries and wanting to just wrap her up in my arms and protect her from her demons.

  “You need me to stop, baby girl?”

  “No,” she breathes.

  “That’s what I thought.”

  I wrap the binding between my fists, and lean over her body. I place the soft strip over her eyes, and she lifts her head so that I can tie it neatly at the nape of her neck. I ease her head back on the pillow and run my fingers down the side of her face and neck, stopping to pinch her pink nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Ana’s mouth opens with a gasp.

  I shift to the end of the bed, parting her legs, and sliding my hands between them. I circle my thumb over her clit, and she arches up on the bed once more. I lean in, close enough for her to feel my breath on that fucking gorgeous cunt. Close enough to smell her sweet scent. I dart my tongue out and lick from arsehole to clit, delving into her sweetness, tasting every beautiful drop of arousal she has to give. She inhales as I pull her into my mouth. Her legs shake when I intensify the pressure.

  I keep it up for a bit, sucking and releasing her clit, biting, stroking and alternating between feather-like caresses and punishing lashes of my tongue. When I feel she’s close to tripping over the edge, I stop my onslaught and move off the bed. Ana lets out a frustrated groan. I lightly slap her thigh in response.

  “Ow,” she says.

  “Quiet, or I’ll do it again.”

  It’s a hurmph that escapes those perfect, fuckable lips this time, and I slap her pussy hard in retaliation. She squeals, and attempts to close her thighs on my hand, but she opens them again once I begin to rub her clit. “Tonight I do what I want with you, Ana. If I tell you to sit up and beg, you’ll beg. If I tell you to open your legs for me, you’ll do
it. You’ll do everything I ask, and what’s more, you’ll like it. Are we clear, baby girl?”

  She nods, slowly, as if she’s afraid to move too suddenly, and risk angering me further. I climb back on the mattress, kneeling beside her head. “Open your mouth.”

  Her lips part as she sucks in a slow breath. I take one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and pinch hard. Ana cries out, her mouth opening on an O. I slide the head of my cock against her lips, and she opens wider for me, sucking me in with slow, languid strokes. I run my fingers through her hair, tugging on it the way I would her ponytail as she quickens her pace. I push in a little deeper, till I’m fucking the back of her throat. My balls tighten, and I gotta pull away before I coat her pretty throat with come. She frowns when my cock slides free and opens her mouth to protest, but I slap her pussy, and she quickly shuts up. I don’t leave her waiting long before I’m easing away the sting by stroking my fingers over her soaked lips, focusing my attention on her clit until she’s panting for release.

  I don’t let her have it, though. Tonight we’re playing by my rules.

  “Please, Elijah. I need to come.”

  I slap her pretty pussy twice more, one after the other in quick succession, rubbing away the sting with delicious pleasure.

  “You come when I say you come. Not before,” I whisper. Goosebumps break out over her body, and she squeezes her thighs together tightly, I assume to try and alleviate some of the tension. I spread her legs apart with a sharp slap to her outer thigh. Leaning over to the bedside table, I take a bottle of lube and her pink rabbit from the drawer. I squeeze a small amount from the tube and coat my cock in it, pumping into my hand while I groan, “Fuck me. I could come just looking at you.”

  I squirt lube onto the vibrator and edge closer to her body. Taking a pillow, I place it beneath her hips and bring her legs up vertically so the soles of her feet rest against my chest. I plunge inside her, until my head hits the very end of her. Fuck, the way she feels when she’s wrapped around me, it’s overwhelming. It’s intense. It makes me wanna do stupid shit like sing from the rooftop, buy a fucking house. Or get married. Shit. I am so in over my head with this woman. In a way I feel like that’s what this night is about. Taking back some of the power she’s stolen from me. I love her so damn much it hurts, but it’s not a feeling I’m used to. I’ve never been this vulnerable when it came to another human being, and as much as I worship the fucking ground she walks on, I don’t like it one bit. This is my way of punishing us both. Me because I’m the idiot who handed over my heart and what’s left of my tired, battered soul, and her for being the only woman who could make me do it.

  I’m not gonna lie, though—seeing her fuckable little body trussed up like a Christmas ham gets me so damn hard, I could pound metal by just flashing my dick at it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not about to buy a gimp suit and go all American Horror Story on this shit, but I like taking control. I have a hard time handing that over to someone else. Ana’s not just anyone, though, and I don’t need her bound and collared at my feet. I just need her to stay. No matter what, I need her to stay with me.

  I know that despite how far we’ve come, how far she’s come with her trust in me, we’re still not there. I’m not sure we ever will be, but I’m not afraid to push her limits for the sake of making her uncomfortable. I want to possess her in every way possible, and the only way to do that is to make her see that I’m all she needs. If she wants a man to throw her on the bed and fuck her brains out until sunrise, only to get up and do it again until sunset, I’m that guy. If she wants to take it slow, I can be that guy too. I wanna be her everything, for all the rest of her days. And because I’m selfish, I want every part of her … on my terms. Yeah, more fucked up logic, but that’s just me. If she didn’t like it, she would have left a long time ago.

  I realise I’ve been acting like a fucking space cadet, stuck inside my head for the last few seconds, when I should be focused on fucking her. I hate that without even saying a word she ties me up in knots tighter than the sheets binding her arms to the bed.

  I quicken my pace, and then pull out just as her hips are starting to sync to my rhythm. She frowns, and makes a small sighing sound of protest that goes no further than that. I reach for the rabbit vibrator sitting on the bed. Switching that fucker on, I run it across her nipple and down her stomach, smiling when she shies away from the cold lube coating it. I run the tip across her pubic bone, dipping it down to her clit, and then back up again before I gently ease it inside. She takes a minute just to feel and adjust, and then when she begins squirming I slap her thigh, hard.

  “I need you to hold still, Ana.”

  “I can’t,” she pants.

  “Move another muscle and I’ll stop, and leave you tied to the bed all night without any relief.”

  She sighs again, and stills her rocking hips. I shift my weight closer, squirt some more lube into my hand, and coat my fingers in it. Gently pushing against her arsehole, I dip a finger inside. I only give her a moment to adjust before sliding another finger in, twisting and slowly separating them to stretch her walls.

  “Oh, God … Elijah.” she moans, and throws her head back into the pillow, her body arches off the mattress in time with my movements. Watching her is perfection. But before she can reach the high she’s chasing, I ease my fingers from inside. Ana lets out a frustrated groan. She’s panting, sweat beads on her forehead, and between her gorgeous tits. She thrashes against her restraints. I chuckle.

  Smearing lube on my cock, I slowly, and very carefully, inch into her arse, holding the vibrator in her tight, wet cunt to keep from forcing it out.

  Ana’s pussy clenches, her thighs tremble, and a soft whimper escapes her open mouth. She shakes her head. “It’s too much.”

  “No, it’s not. Relax. Breathe. If you hate it once you’ve had time to wrap your head around it, I’ll pull out. I just want you to try.” I run my hands over her body, slowly inching forward and further inside her with every revolution of my hands to her tits and thighs. “Just try for me, baby girl.”

  It’s not like I’m just springing this shit on her for the first time. We’ve toyed around this area for months, years, actually. The first time I had her naked in my bed I’d finger-fucked her arse until she came, screaming my name as she pounded her fists against my chest.

  Sliding my fingers beneath the bunny ears, I pinch her clit, gently rolling her flesh between my thumb and forefinger. Her muscles relax a little, and I inch my cock in further. She tenses up again. She’s so fucking tight it almost hurts, and that combined with the slow hum of the vibrator in her pussy almost has me losing my shit.

  “Breathe,” I remind her, and she does. “Okay?”

  Ana gives me a hesitant nod.

  “You want me to stop?”

  “No,” she pants.

  “Thank fuck.” I shift, slowly letting her adjust to the fact that she has not one but two cocks inside her. And, to be one hundred per cent honest, I’m not sure I can quicken my pace without losing it all together. Everything is intensified. I’ve done this only one other time, with the guy who’s currently occupying my favourite armchair. The guy who was probably staring at Ana all night like she was a delicious piece of pie he had a right to take a bite out of.

  Back then, we’d been tripping on acid we’d found at the clubhouse, and Jenny, a club whore twice our age, had suggested we tag team her. Neither one of us had given it much thought going in, but the fact that I could feel another man’s cock between the thin wall of that woman’s cunt and anus was too much for me. Different strokes for different folks. It wasn’t the only time we’d tagged teamed a club whore, or a hot piece of arse, but it was the only time I was too fucked up and freaked out to finish. After that, we never fucked two holes at once. Unless they were at opposite ends of a willing body.

  Ana sucks in a sharp breath, bringing my attention back to where it should be. “Faster, more,” she whispers.

  It’s my turn to exhal
e loudly. If I move too suddenly, if I let her come on my cock it will be over within seconds for me, and I’m not done yet. “Be patient.”

  “I can’t. I need it. Please, Elijah. Fuck me harder. You promised, please?”

  “Christ baby, you’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

  Ana starts rocking her hips back and forth, but I sink my hands into her flesh to force her to stop.

  “Please?” she begs.

  “Fuck it,” I say as I slide in deeper. I hit the button on the remote and the bunny ears swing into action, vibrating against her clit. I clutch one foot flat to my chest while I slide the other up over my shoulder and fuck her hard. It’s awkward with the vibrator in the way, but within seconds she’s screaming my name as her pussy tightens around the rubber dick and her sphincter milks my cock.

  Ana’s still writhing when I feel my own orgasm build to a point where I can’t ignore it any longer. I wrench free from her body and pump my cock in my fist, groaning as hot come shoots out of me onto her slick, pink pussy. I’m lost in my own euphoric bliss as I slump back on my knees and idly begin rubbing my jizz into her skin.

  Yeah, it’s sick as fuck, and we know how much women hate that shit, but if there’s a different way to mark her as mine, I’m all ears. For now, I’m gonna coat the woman I love in my come because I can. There might come a day when we’re older, and our bodies don’t fit together like they once did, and she won’t let me do this shit anymore, and I’ll regret not taking every opportunity to do it while I had the chance.

  “What?” Ana asks, her voice all high and reedy. It almost sounds as if she’s afraid of me. Fuck, I pushed her too far

  “Huh?” I reply, as I grab the towel from beside us, and start wiping off my junk.