“Hi, Brad. I’m Maddie. If you’ll excuse me I need to use the ladies room.” I start to walk away when I feel him right on my heels. I smile at the victory of it.
I pull Brad into a stall in the bathroom. He looks very excited, like this is his first time having sex in a bathroom. He pushes me up against the door and begins to kiss me. This is what I need. I need the release. He begins kissing down my neck to my breasts. “I need you to touch me, Brad. I need you to suck on my nipples and pinch them. I need to have your cock in my dripping pussy. Alright?” I don’t need the foreplay. Young did that for me. I just need to fuck Young out of my system right now. He drops his pants and boxers before rolling on a condom. I pull the halter top over my head and let my heavy breasts spill out.
“Oh shit. You are fucking hot Maddie.” I grab his cock in my hand and begin pumping. He closes his eyes and lets out a moan. Jesus Christ, this guy is killing me.
“Brad, I know I’m fucking hot, but if you don’t do what I need you to do this cock is not touching my pussy. I’ll get myself off.” He opens his eyes and I finally see determination. He lifts me up and slams his cock into me. I grab his hair and pull his head toward my nipples that need attention. Once he understands what I am trying to get him to do, he latches on to one nipple with his mouth and pinches my nipple of the other with his free hand. “Fuck, yes. Fuck me, Brad. Oh, it feels so good.” I am so turned on I’m already close to coming. I pull one hand out of his hair and fit it between us to rub my clit.
“Shit, Maddie, I’m going to come.” He moans at me.
“You fucking better not until I do. Pinch my nipples and fuck me harder.” I am very demanding with my partners, but that’s because I know what I want and like. He bites one nipple, pinches the other and I rub circles on my clit. “Fuck, I’m so close, Brad. Be a man and send me over the edge.” Men love when I say that kind of shit. He slams into me so hard the door almost opens, but that’s all it takes for me to explode. “Oh, yes, fuck yes!” I am riding out my orgasm and I feel him still.
“Oh, Maddie. Maddie, my sweet girl.” I snap my head up wide eyed to look at him. Who the fuck says that while they orgasm?
He puts me down and while he flushes the condom, I pull the shirt back on and straighten my panties and skirt. “Thanks, Brad. I guess I’ll see you around sometime.” I start to open the door and he grabs my elbow.
“Wait Maddie. That’s it?” He looks confused, hurt even. Ugh, another clinger.
“Well, yea. We both got what we wanted.” I give him a smile and shrug my shoulders.
“Well, I’m not the kind of guy to make love and leave.” I begin to laugh right at him.
“First of all, Brad, I don’t make love. I don’t do relationships and I’m sorry if you got the wrong impression, but usually when a chick at a bar pulls you into the bathroom it’s for a quickie.” I walk out of the stall leaving him staring at me with a look now of hurt and anger.
After I finish my dare, I pull my shirt back on. I look over to find that Maddie isn’t sitting next to me anymore. I look around the bar as nonchalantly as possible. I don’t see her anywhere. I focus back on the conversation at the table. “Seriously, you sick son of a bitch. I can’t believe you actually did that.” Campbell says in between laughing fits. I smile at him and pick up my beer and throw back the rest of it.
“Well, I know you pussies would never do it, but I’m the fucking king of this game. I will never let you get the best of me.” Well I guess that’s not necessarily true. When Campbell dared me to kiss Becca, I couldn’t do it. I felt like I was cheating on Maddie, which is fucking ridiculous considering she won’t let this progress past sex. I really thought after Red was attacked that things were starting to look up for us. I thought she was finally going to let me in. I may be the world’s biggest asshole with my friends, but holy shit if Maddie would let me in, I would worship at her feet.
After twenty minutes and Maddie still wasn’t back, I knew what had happened. She fucking ran to the bathroom to fuck someone. I hate when she does that shit. I can’t figure her out. It’s like she uses sex as a way to keep from feeling. Which makes no fucking sense to me because holy shit sex makes me feel so many things. I fucking love it. Everything about it. I’m always horny and I’m not ashamed of that.
I didn’t have a shitty childhood; I wasn’t treated poorly or even rejected by someone. I have sex because I love it. I love the female body, the curves, and the softness. I love the feel of a woman, her tits, and her sweet pussy. I love the way she smells when she is turned on. I love what she can do to me and what I can do to her. Whether it’s my dick in her pussy, mouth, ass, or between her tits, it feels fucking amazing. Tasting a woman is a big fucking turn on for me. Her wet pussy pressed against my face, I can taste her, smell her, and feel her rubbing against me. Fuck, I’m getting hard just thinking of all of this.
My point is I love sex simply because I love it. I haven’t had many relationships in my life, but the few I have had were fucking disasters. I’ve been avoiding a committed relationship, but damn I would give anything to have that with Maddie. She makes me feel things and not just with my dick for once.
“I guess we are done playing truth or dare?” I need to get my mind off sex and especially off Maddie.
“I think that dare is all we can handle tonight Young.” Becca says throwing back another shot. I feel horrible for her. That Drew is a cocksucker.
“Becca, you going to let me kick the shit out of Drew or what?” No one hurts one of my girls. She rolls her eyes at me but keeps that smile on her face.
“No, fuck him.” Everyone laughs because Becca isn’t usually so harsh.
“You said it, sweetie. Fuck that asshole. He doesn’t realize what he lost.” Red blows her a kiss across the table. I stand up going to grab a few more drinks. “You guys ready for another round.” Becca and Dick are both in for another round.
“Nah, Kenz and I are going to get out of here. I’ll see you guys later.” Campbell grabs her hand and leads her out of the bar. Lucky fucking bastard.
Finally, Maddie comes out of the bathroom looking flushed. I knew it. She makes her way back to the table and sits down in the seat next to me. “No one thought to get me another drink? What the fuck?” Dick and I exchange a look because he knows as well as I do what just went down.
“Dick and I will go get you one. I want another one too.” Becca says.
They leave to go get the drinks, and I look over at Maddie and shake my head. I know I have disappointment and hurt on my face, but I can’t help it. She gives her body away so fucking easily. “What Young? You have something you want to say?” I shake my head at her and bite my tongue. I don’t want to say anything I will regret later, and I would regret what I want to say.
“Nope.” I pick up my beer and sip it looking around the bar to see if I can find someone to take home. She’s not going to be the only one to get off tonight that’s for damn sure. I see a few candidates that I would be willing to get to know.
“Where are Campbell and Kenz?” I turn to her and I notice she looks almost sad. She isn’t looking at me but playing with her fingers on the table. She is biting her lip and I can feel her leg bouncing next to me.
“They left. I guess they wanted to go home and fuck too.”
She snaps her head up and I can see that she has heat in her eyes. I couldn’t help myself; it just slipped out. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Her leg is bouncing harder now, but she has her sexy little mouth in a thin line with her eyebrows drawn in. I place my hand on her thigh to relax her leg.
Once my hand touches her silky soft skin it’s like my fucking drug. I need more. I move my hand further up her leg, letting my fingers drag lazily behind. I hear her suck in a sharp breath. I look at her and desire is clear on her face. She is biting her lip again and I just want to suck it into my mouth to sooth it. I give her my cocky crooked smile.
“It means that I thought I asked you nicely before we left to l
et me be the one to make you come tonight. You didn’t listen to me though did you? You let someone else touch this perfect, sweet pussy didn’t you?” She looks at me with something that looks like regret in her eyes. I continue my path up her leg until I reach her panties. We are staring at each other like there is no one else here, like we aren’t at a table in the middle of a crowded bar. It’s like we are in our own bubble. I rub her pussy through her panties and she closes her eyes. Her mouth opens slightly and I hear her moan. I’m about to fucking come just looking at her. I lean close so only she can hear me. “Babe, is your pussy dripping wet from me or him?” I continue to rub her pussy, which is so fucking wet. My fingers are coated in her juices through her panties. She lets out another soft moan. She opens her eyes and looks right into mine.
“My pussy is dripping wet from you, Young. No one else, you.” I give her a smile and wink. I fucking love hearing shit like that out of her mouth.
I pull her panties to the side and slam two fingers in her pussy. She may have fucked that guy, but it’s me she will remember tonight. “Oh, fuck yes, Young.” She has her eyes closed, tongue licking her bottom lip, and her nipples are so fucking hard they are perfectly visible through her shirt. I lean in close and lick the shell of her ear, my fingers pumping in and out franticly.
“Babe, I would have much rather made you scream my name while you were wrapped around my dick. I’ll get you off now, in the middle of this bar, but when we leave here, we are going to fuck. Got it?” I can tell my words are having the effect I intended. I feel her pussy grip my fingers and she lets out another soft moan. I am so fucking hard, I feel like my dick is going to snap. I look over at her and see her face is flushed, she is almost panting. I want to get her off before Dick and Becca get back. I curl my fingers and find her sweet spot. I’m still leaning close to her, so to anyone looking it simply looks like we are having a private conversation.
“Young, I’m going to come.”
I pull back just slightly to look at her perfect face. She has her eyes closed, moaning quietly, and her head is bend back slightly. I reach down with my other hand and rub her clit. That’s all it takes and she explodes on my fingers. “Oh, fuck.” I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her while she rides out her orgasm. I lean in and nip her ear.
“Babe, you are so fucking sexy. We are getting out of here soon. I need you to ride my dick.” She doesn’t reply just whimpers. She opens her eyes and looks right into mine. I love her blue eyes. They are almost like a teal color. Beautiful; just like her.
When I look over at the bar, I see Dick grabbing the drinks. I pull my fingers out of her. “Later, Maddie, got it?” She gives me a nod of her head, but I’ll fucking take it. I’ve noticed that she reacts differently to me if I’m demanding with her. She likes to be told what to do. I have absolutely no problem being the dominant one. Telling a woman what to do is a fucking turn on, especially when she gets off on it.
Once Dick and Becca are back, we all enjoy another drink talking about everything we all did at work this week. I feel like we all went from kids in college to adults over night. I got my business degree because my dad is a mechanic and has his own business. I want to take it over one day, so I wanted to be sure I was capable of doing so. I love working with my hands. Working on cars and trucks was just what I always wanted to do. I used to go to work with my dad when I was a kid and I would watch him in awe. I couldn’t wait to be able to do it. When I was in high school, I worked at the shop, but when I got to college, my parents wanted me to worry about school, so I didn’t work. Now I work there and I am fucking loving every second of it.
“I can’t wait until I’m more than just an assistant.” Maddie says pulling me back to the present.
“It takes time Maddie. Shit, you’ve only been there a couple weeks.” Dick tells her laughing. She rolls her eyes at him and takes a drink; I’m watching her sexy mouth the entire time. I need to get her home and in my bed.
It’s early Saturday morning. I am lying in bed with Young looking out the window at the sun just starting to come up. Every time I spend the night with Young, I feel like I need to run. I never spend the night with the guys I sleep with. Young is the only one I have ever done that with. I feel like staying gives them the impression that I want more. Even with Young, I feel that way. I don’t want to lead him on, but it’s almost uncontrollable when he is talking to me. I fucking hate it. I need the control but when he is demanding it does things to me. It makes me want to obey him. It’s just another reason why I can never be with him in any other form then sex. I look over at the clock and see it is a little after six. It’s time for me to get the hell out of here. I might stay, but I’m out of here before he wakes up. The only exception was the first night we were together but that was because I didn’t know where the hell I was.
Once I’m dressed and have my purse, I walk out his bedroom door, pulling it closed quietly behind me. I blow out a breath once I make it into the living room. I feel like I just escaped being trapped. It’s a relief to be out of there. I get out of the apartment without running into anyone and I am so grateful. I hate when they look at me like I’m a slut. I make my way across the hall and into my apartment. No one is up, which I knew they wouldn’t be. It’s Saturday so everyone will be sleeping in. Me included, I’m going back to sleep in the comfort of my empty bed.
I wake up several hours’ later, feeling refreshed. I stretch before sitting up. I have a bunch of shit to get done today. We used to do the food shopping on Sundays but we now do it on Saturday, this is my week with Kenz. When that’s done, I need to drop off some dry cleaning. I also feel the need to go get a few new suits for work.
I swing my feet over and stand up. I look at myself in the mirror and laugh. What a fucking mess. My hair is all over the place, makeup is running, and this old tee shirt has seen better days. Honestly, who wants to let a man see them like this? Not me that’s for sure. I fix my hair into a ponytail, wipe off my makeup, and throw on a cute pair of PJs. I reapply my makeup, just lightly, before going to the kitchen. I’m sure Campbell is here and no man, taken or not, will see me without makeup.
I make my way to the kitchen to get myself a much needed cup of coffee. I can’t believe everyone is still sleeping. I’m usually the last one up. I make a pot of coffee and sit on the counter while it brews. I look down at my hands and realize I need to get my nails done. There’s another thing I need to do today. Just then, the front door flies open. I scream because it scares the shit out of me. Young walks in with a pissed off look on his face. He stalks into the kitchen and traps me in place with his hands on either side of me.
“Why the fuck do I always wake up to find you gone?” Usually when I piss off a guy, I am safe in my apartment; they don’t know where I live. Not the case with Young because he lives across the hall. I can’t avoid him. I avoid eye contact and continue to look at my nails. He is clearly pissed because I can feel his heavy breathing blowing on my face. “Maddie. Fucking look at me.” I fucking hate that my body disobeys me, I lift my head and stare into his green eyes.
“I want to know why the fuck I always wake up to you gone. Your side of my bed is always empty Maddie. Why the fuck is that?” He looks more hurt then angry now. His mouth is turned down and his eyebrows drawn in. I blow out a breath and clear my throat.
“Young, you know I don’t want a relationship. Sex is one thing; a relationship is something totally different.” I look back down at my lap and ring my hands together. I know my whole life I’ve been taught to give a man what he wants, but with Young, it’s different. If I give him that, then I will lose who I am. I won’t let that happen.
He moves his hands onto my lap and rubs my thighs. My short pj bottoms leave plenty of bare flesh for him to touch. “Babe, look at me.” Once again, I do as he asks, even though I want to avoid it. He gives me that cocky grin. “I’m not asking for a relationship, I’m asking why you won’t let me wake up with you still in my bed. Fuck that, you know I want
to be with you, but I’m respecting the fact that you don’t want it.” He does this shit to me, makes me want to be honest with him. The way he treats me when it’s just the two of us is almost like he worships me. It scares me.
“Young, waking up together is too much like a relationship. I can’t do that, I’m sorry.” He places his hands on either side of my face and smiles that panty-melting smile.
“Maddie, haven’t you learned by now that I will take you any way I can.” He leans in and we begin to kiss. I wrap my hands around his back and run them up into his dark blond hair. I grab on and deepen the kiss.
Once his tongue touches mine, it’s like a shot through my body. I moan in his mouth and he grabs my ass, pulling me closer to him. I wrap my legs around his waist and he runs his hands up my back. He carefully lays me back onto the counter, keeping up the demanding kiss. Once I have my back flat, he removes his hands and breaks the kiss. I can’t help the whimper I let out at the loss of his taste. He gives me a crooked smile and his green eyes are shining. He’s leaning over me, with his bare chest touching me. “I’m going to fuck you right here on this counter, Maddie.” I lift my head slightly off the counter to try to look over at the living room. No fucking way do I need anyone to see that. He chuckles and I look up at his handsome face. “No one is here, babe. Do you really think I’d do that?” He laughs a full belly laugh. “Ok, I would totally do that, but honest, no one is here.”
He begins to kiss down my neck to my breasts. I have a thin tank top pj shirt on, with no bra. The lower he moves toward them, the harder my nipples are getting. He runs his hands up my thighs, grabs my shorts, and pulls them off, leaving my panties on. I have my hands fisted in his hair; everything he does to me feels so fucking amazing. He is the best lover I have ever had, he knows exactly what to do, what I like, where to touch me. It makes this whole situation that much harder. I know I should stop leading him on, but he does things to my body no one else can.
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