by Anthology
“What?” she gasped.
“I thought it was your finger!” I defended before she got the wrong idea.
She blinked. Then blinked again. “How the long do you think my arms are?”
Glaring at her, I shot back, “We were having sex. I didn’t exactly take the time to run the measurements.”
Her lips thinned as she desperately fought to stifle a laugh. “Hunter, I had to sit up to grab your ass, and you thought I could reach your asshole?”
I stood up and raked a hand through my hair. “Hey! Do not blame me because you have a perverted, gay cat!”
“Posh Spice is a girl,” she informed me, still fighting her laugh back.
I threw my hands out to my sides. “Well, fan-fucking-tastic! My straight card is still intact! Now, I only have to turn my bestiality card over at the end of the evening.”
And that’s when she lost it. Crashing over onto her side in the bed, she became consumed by a fit of laughter. I glared for several seconds, but it didn’t take long before the humor of it all consumed me too.
Climbing back into the bed, I pointedly dragged the covers over us. She was still in hysterics when I pulled her against my side and said, “That was the world’s worst sex.”
Her smile was huge as she looked up into my eyes. “Kinda makes you regret buying that plane ticket now, huh?”
She was fucking beautiful. And not just in a superficial way—although that didn’t hurt. But the ease I felt with her made it easy for me to reply, “Not at all.”
Her smile grew. “I’m pretty sure sex can’t get worse than that. Foreplay should be a breeze in the awkward department now. Right?”
I kissed her forehead and then stilled when the tiny feet of a cat padded up my legs.
“Oh, hell no!” I swung a hand out, shoving the beast to the floor.
“Your girlfriend’s jealous,” she teased.
“She should be. Her cat had the pleasure of rimming me before she did.”
Her eyes flashed wide. “So, I’m your girlfriend now?”
I arched an eyebrow. “I saw your unshaved pubes. I’m pretty sure we’re at year seven of marriage at this point.”
She slapped my chest and then cuddled in closer. “I’m really glad you came.”
I gave her a tight squeeze, suddenly focusing on the fact that I’d have to leave the next day. It had been a clusterfuck since I’d arrived, but I’ll be damned if dread didn’t fill my gut.
I wanted this every day. Her. Me. The laughter. (Probably not the cat though.) But Savannah to Chicago was one hell of a commute.
I sucked in a deep breath and decided that it was worth trying though. We’d figure it out.
I had too.
I’d had more than my fair share of women, but I’d never met another Kara Reed. And, deep down, I knew I never would.
Not willing to look like any more of a bitch than I already had, I pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. “Is it time for round two yet?”
She rolled on top of me. “I’m pretty sure we still need to finish round one.”
The End
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A Night to Remember
Amanda Maxlyn
A light sheen of sweat forms along my forehead and my cheeks begin to burn. I start to fan myself under the intense lights that line my bathroom vanity as I stare at my reflection.
“You got this, Brit,” I say to myself in a reassuring tone with a small nod. A smile forms, reminding me of the confident woman I am.
Normally I’m not someone to get worked up, let alone nervous prior to having sex, but this is different. I’m actually a very sexual person. Sure, I had a slutty phase after my last breakup, but that only lasted three months. What can I say? I’m young and adventurous, and a woman at my age should explore her sexuality. Being in your early twenties is all about finding yourself. Both personally and sexually. But tonight is different. I want tonight to be perfect. A night neither Scott nor I will forget.
When my best friend Erika wanted to introduce me to Scott for the first time, I said no. She was persistent and insisted we’d hit it off. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to meet him, I was just having too much fun being single. Finally, after two weeks of her whiny voice in my ear I caved. I figured “What the hell?” If anything, maybe I’d get a one night stand out of the deal. Shit, that makes me sound like a slut.
Three weeks later and I fell for him.
But here I am. Hiding inside my bathroom while Scott’s out in my living room waiting ever so patiently for me to come back and join him. I told Erika to give us space tonight and she practically left skipping and singing at the top of her lungs a little too eager to help my vagina get laid.
Scott and I have only known each other for a short period of time and while it hasn’t been long, it’s as if we’ve known each other our entire lives. As cliché as that sounds, and trust me, I know how cliché that sounds, it’s true.
I guess you could call him my boyfriend even though we haven’t had “the talk.” We’ve spent every night together since first meeting, and I’ve already met his family. But, while we’ve kissed and let our hands explore one another’s body, we’ve yet to have sex. He’s been nothing but a complete gentleman, but as sweet as that has been, I’m ready for more. I need more. My vagina wants more!
“Brit? Everything okay in there?” Scott calls from the living room.
Fuck. Now he probably thinks I’m going number two or something. Usually when someone says they’ll be right back it means five minutes. Tops. Not ten.
“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute!” I holler back.
Running my fingers through my short blonde locks to give a quick fluff, I give myself a wide smile in approval. I look good. Loose curls line my oval framed face, my lips are plump and colored with my favorite fire engine red lipstick, and my new black lacy lingerie slip clings to my body, showcasing every curve.
Turning the light off and opening the bathroom door, I make the short walk to the living room. I know Scott approves the second our eyes meet. His eyebrows rise in surprise and I can see his pupils dilate from a few feet away.
“Brit, fuck.” He runs a hand through his short black locks and gives a small tug. A small nervous gesture of his I’ve grown to like. “You look… damn…” He shakes his head a few times before walking over to me.
I take a small step forward to close the distance.
His hands lightly stroke my arms up and down. He licks his lips and all I can think about is capturing his mouth with my own. I’ve kissed a lot of men, but Scott by far has the best lips. He’s the first man to actually make my toes curl with a single light touch. And his tongue. Shit, I can only imagine what it would feel like against my clit based on how he uses it on my mouth.
He tilts my head up and I suck in a breath of anticipation. The second his lips touch mine, I tell myself there is no going back. I’m done with the heavy make outs and hand exploring. My body crumbles under his touch as he picks up the pace. His tongue pushes past my lips, splitting them apart and entering my mouth. I meet his hunger with each touch and soon he’s clasping my waist, his fingers taking hold of the silk fabric. He forms a fist, clinging to me as if he’ll fall over any second.
I can taste the champagne on his tongue from earlier and suck on it, moving my head back and forth. He lets out a soft moan in my mouth, letting me know he likes it.
> His hips thrust forward, allowing me to feel his hard length and I press myself into him, nearly falling. The pressure between my thighs begins to build all from this one fucking amazing kiss.
“Brit, I can’t wait,” Scott pants between kisses.
“Either can I,” I confirm.
“Bedroom?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
I just smile, giving him all the confirmation he needs.
In one swift movement, he scoops me up, flipping me over his shoulder and I let out a tiny yelp.
“I can’t wait to kiss this sweet ass of yours,” he chants with a light tap.
I giggle.
When he enters my room, he doesn’t bother closing the door. He tosses me onto the bed and I laugh. My arms fall out to my side as my hair goes flying all around. I have to push it aside as I sit up to get a clear vision of him.
I let my eyes roam over his body and he all too quickly pulls his t-shirt over his head and unzips his pants, pushing them to the floor. He kicks them to the side and I have to rest up on my elbows to get a clear view of his olive skin. He’s sexy as fuck standing in his boxers.
Scott’s not extremely fit, but he’s not soft either. He has a flawless physique, one that would make any woman look twice, no matter their type.
When he joins me on the bed, he doesn’t just get on top of me, or come straight for my mouth. No, instead he starts at my ankle. He picks up one leg and places a gentle kiss on the outside of my right ankle, his touch lingering. I can almost feel the heat shoot straight to the bone.
I fall back, resting against the middle of the bed, arms splayed back out to my sides, clenching the bedding in eagerness. Scott kisses his way up my thigh and stops just at the center of my lower abdomen to caress and plant another single kiss. My clit throbs with a slight ache at his touch. I arch my hips upward, pressing into him firmly.
He lets out a tiny laugh.
“Scott,” I beg.
“Soon.” Is his only response.
My eyes fall closed as he continues to leave his mark on every inch of my body, licking and sucking over my skin as his hands swiftly move my lingerie upward to expose my bare breasts.
My back curves at the contact. I can feel the intensity build through my core as his mouth catches my erect nipple, sucking and biting. His tongue taunts me and I want nothing more than in this second for him to capture the swollen bud between my thighs that is begging to be touched right now.
“More,” I pant. My body fills with desire and need for him as he pinches and teases my nipple. “Scott, I need you.” I’ve nearly soaked through my thong and the slow provoking motions are only causing my body to throb more for him.
My fingers find his hair and tug upward gently. I need him to look into my eyes. To see how badly I want him in this moment. How much desire I have right now for him.
He holds my gaze, a silent plead goes out between us. His smile spreads across his face showcasing two dimples. I love those dimples.
I smile even wider back.
“Relax, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good,” he lets out in a raspy whisper.
His left hand comes out to help me lay back against the pillow. Reaching upward, I wrap my hands around his neck, linking my fingers together and pull him inward. I want to feel his lips against my own. Our mouths work together like they did a hundred times before. As my tongue traces the outline of his upper lip, I get the urge to reach my hand inside his boxers and pull out his hard length that’s pressing into my thigh.
I listen to that instinct, firmly clasping against his erection, pumping my wrist fast in an upward motion. I take a quick break to push his boxer briefs down to his ankles, then pick right back up where I left off, pumping his cock in my hand.
“Baby,” Scott whimpers. “If you keep that up I’m going to come way sooner than we both want.” I slow my movement, knowing he’s right. I know the second Scott comes, we’re done for. This isn’t like one of those romance stories where the man can go the second he just emptied his load. No, this is real life, and in real life, no man can go for round two within minutes of finishing. And, if you know of one, please bring him forward because we’ve yet to be acquainted.
I’ve been waiting to feel Scott buried deep inside of me since the first week of us meeting and he fingered me on his couch. I was a puddle under his touch. This man knows exactly what he’s doing with his body and I’ll be damned if I’ll ruin that because tonight we’re bringing it home. All the way home.
Scott wiggles his body down mine. I watch as he settles himself between my thighs. He glides my thong down my body and the cool air meets my smooth skin. I clasp the hem of my lingerie that’s pushed above my breasts and lift it the rest of the way off, leaving me naked before Scott.
“Fuck, Brittney, you’re absolutely beautiful.” I blush at his use of my full name.
He gives me a simple wink before placing his head right where I want it. I bend my knees, allowing him all the access he wants.
When the tip of his tongue comes out and barely brushes the barbell that’s pierced down the center of my clit I almost crumble. It’s swollen and ready, so the lightest of touches feels like it will set my body loose.
My hands rest on top of his head. “Like that,” I plead. He kisses and slowly strokes his tongue around the warm metal.
When Scott first felt my piercing as he was fingering me, he was taken back a little. He had never been with a woman who had her clit pierced. I had to guide his fingers around it the first time to show him exactly what I wanted. He was a natural, of course, taking charge and sending me off to cloud nine, which is why I’ve been anticipating the moment his tongue swirls around my wet skin and sucks the barbell right into his mouth.
When a sharp nip rips through me, I yelp out.
“Sorry,” he says between breaths. “I didn’t mean to pull so hard.”
“It’s okay.”
My eyes drift close, letting the pleasure sink throughout.
“Flick your tongue,” I instruct. He listens, flicking faster. I thrust my hips upward, back and forth.
He nips again and I move out of his reach. “Don’t bite so hard,” I moan.
“Sorry.”
When his mouth engulfs around my clit I melt into a puddle. He continues to suck and tease as my hips keep working with his movement. My fingers intertwine with his hair and I tug.
I’m close to ecstasy when all of a sudden a sharp sting cuts through my entire body. My hips jerk backward fast, pulling away from Scott’s hold.
“That hurt,” I pant.
Now, I’m all for pain during sex, especially oral when it comes to foreplay, but when it gets to the point of slicing through my skin, that’s where I draw the line.
“I didn’t mean to. I’m not use to playing with a ring,” Scott says with a genuine tone.
I lean up on my elbows. “It’s okay, just be more gentle.” I begin to coach him, telling him exactly what to do, but when his mouth covers my clit I cry out in pain.
“Scott!” That fucking hurt.
“Uh, Brit?”
“That hurt.” Through pure instinct I place my fingers between my thighs and touch my clit. It burns. Stings, actually.
Sitting further up, I lightly tap his chest to push him to the side. Getting out of the bed, I go into the bathroom.
“Brit? I…”
“Am I bleeding?”
“I think I got your bar stuck on my permanent retainer.” Stuck. Retainer. Two words no woman with a piercing wants to hear. I replay the words over in my head as I stand in my adjacent bathroom and try to look at my clit. I can’t see anything but blood running down my legs. I grab a towel and pat myself as I look for my makeup compact. I have a mirror somewhere. I know it.
When I can’t see past the blood, I decide to jump into the shower. That’s when Scott comes into the bathroom.
“Are you okay?” He sounds worried.
“I can’t feel the ball to the barbell.”
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p; “Huh?”
“The ball. Well, flower. It was a studded flower to keep the bar in place.”
“Shit,” he hisses. “Brit, I was sucking and felt it clink against my retainer. I didn’t think I caught it, I’m sorry.”
I wash between my legs, my skin stinging and burning in pain.
Shutting the water off, I get out and grab a towel. “I need you to look.”
“What?”
“I can’t see. I need you to see if you can see my barbell. It fucking hurts!” I whine.
I’m not normally a whiner. And, if I’m being honest, I’ve also never been with a man who has a permanent retainer along the inside bottom four teeth, so it never occurred to me this situation could be a possibility.
Turning on my bedroom light, I lie down in the center of my bed. Scott stands in my doorway, naked with a limp dick. Yup, the mood has shifted from pleasure to pure embarrassment.
With a heavy sigh, I force my legs to spread apart. “Can you see it?”
“Ah…”
“You need to come closer.”
He walks slowing toward me. I scoot to the edge as he gets on his knees at the foot of the bed. He genuinely looks concerned for me, yet at the same time he looks like he wants to run away.
“You need to spread your legs a little wider.” Cause I haven’t heard that before.
“Yeah, I see the bottom, but not the top.”
“You need to push it back through, but slowly!”
“What?” he asks in horror. Panic covers his face.
I place my hand on my inner thigh and sit up in a half crunch to try and look. “I can’t see, Scott. It freaking hurts!” I’m going to have to go to the fucking Emergency Room is all I can think. Excuse me ma’am, what happened exactly? Your boyfriend did what to your piercing? Yeah, I can hear the laughs behind the curtain now.
“Okay,” he says reluctantly.
With my legs spread apart, Scott’s head between my thighs and both hands spreading my vagina apart to examine every inch of me, makes me want to sink into a hole and die in pure awkwardness.
