Penny pumped his cock with her free hand, unable to wrap
her fingers completely around it. She eyed him, loving how turned on he appeared to be. After a moment, it was her turn to hit her knees, and that’s, just what she did, a little too hard, actually. She was positive that she had broken the skin, on both of her knees, but she refused to let it spoil the mood.
Holding his massive cock with one hand she circled the very tip of his wide head with just the edge of her tongue.
"You don’t have to do that, oh fuck!" He managed to cry out, through gritted teeth, as she took him into her warm, wet mouth.
He had every intention of pulling her up, knowing she was, way too damn good, to be sucking him off in a back alley like she was, but God damn did it feel too good, to even think about objecting. Instead, his head tilted back against the building as he gripped her hair, showing her the speed he needed, to quickly, get him where he was already heading.
He listened in, with turned on ears, as she choked and gagged on his rod. He was fucking her tight little mouth, a bit roughly, but Able couldn’t help it. It wasn’t just the sight of her actually taking it or the fact that she kept coming back for more that really turned him on. It was more the control, that she was allowing him to have over her. She was on her knees, looking up at him like he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to her.
Control, it’s what always got him off. He saw a shrink one time about it. The asshole told him he had mommy issues. So that was supposed to be the reason for his rough domination over his lovers. Mommy didn’t give him the love he needed, she was always gone, always walking away, always too busy for him. He couldn’t force his mother to stop and just love him, but he could force his lovers to do just that. He could force them to take whatever he had to give, force them to take his love, in way of, too many orgasms or being told exactly what to do, and when to do it. That’s what the head shrinker tried to say, anyway. He wasn’t really sure what was up with his control kink. All he really knew, was that one moment he would be feeling all red cheeked shy, and the next, he would be going beast mode on some poor chick. Not that they ever seemed to mind, he was lucky there. Maybe it was something even simpler than that, though. Maybe it was because he was an actor. The women he bedded, never hesitated to tell him, exactly which character they wanted him to play in the bedroom and nine times out of ten, it was always that rapo bastard Colt, from the Hills movie. It was a cheesy ass, low budget horror flick that barely even showed him, but when it did he was always torturing some chick. Ya, that’s the guy they wanted, not the shy, insecure guy that he actually was.
So, time after time, he played his role, so many times so, that he feared it had become part of what he needed to get off these days. Only because, he knew nine out of ten times, that’s what women needed him to be. They wanted a man in charge, they wanted him rough, and on top of shit in between the sheets.
What they wanted, was all Able cared about, because yes, he did have mommy issues. His eagerness to please never faltered. He would make his partners love him, by forcing their bodies to hand over release after release until they were too damn worn out not to.
‘Jesus Christ this thing is huge!’ Penny cursed in her head, her hands fumbling with Able’s, horse sized, cock. She knew the trick, she just needed to relax the muscles in her throat. That being said, she wasn’t at all positive that the trick would work on a man, packing so much length, and girth. Either way, she allowed him to go on, trying to fuck her mouth in the same hard, and fast, fashion that his fingers had banged out her box. She couldn't get enough of the sounds that he was making, grunts, moans, and the way he was pleading her name.
Oddly enough, it was Cole, who had taught her how to give a good blowjob. That sounds a bit strange but really it wasn’t. He was a teacher at heart, that’s why he owned the gym, he loved teaching people something they didn’t know how to do. That carried on into the bedroom, as well. He and Penny’s first few months together, were spent on hardcore sexual education. Cole had taught her every which way there was to please a man. Of course, that was for his own selfish needs, his unwillingness to have a half-ass lover. Cole Conners, didn’t do anything half-assed. Especially fucking. A younger Penny had been, oh, so, eager to learn, as well. After all, back then, Cole hung the damn moon in her eyes. She was a good student, quickly learning how to bend and maneuver to her lovers wants. Today, it appeared, Able wanted his cock shoved down her throat, as far as it could go, or, was that acceptance that he was searching for? Either way, she had him covered.
"Oh shit, Livi, stop or I’m gonna..!" Able warned, through gritted teeth.
Penny stood up fast, quickly forcing his body to turn and face the wall. Grabbing both his hands, she forced his palms flat on the bricks. Next, she kicked out his boots, spreading his feet out a bit wider so that she could step into him. Pressing her tits to his back, she reached around, painfully gripping his stone hard cock, jerking him fast and hard, from tip to stem then back again. It didn’t take long before she could feel him nearing his end. She felt Able’s body jerk as his cock throbbed out its release. She didn't stop, though, just kept up her actions wanting his every creamy drop, enjoying the way he moaned out her name in an almost pained sounding way.
"No more, please, no more," he panted out, his head dropping between his outstretched arms as his seed, mixed with the rain, splashing against the pavement below.
Finally, Penny released his spent cock. Wrapping her arms around his trim waist, she pressed herself to his back. As she laid her head between his shoulder blades. She listened in, as his heart pounded out a speedy rhythm. She couldn’t help but to smile to herself, knowing it was her, and her alone that had gotten him so worked up.
The after effect of it all, though…, was a bit awkward. What exactly do you say after something like that? It had been so damn dirty, so random, and not thought out. It was the kind of shit you see in cheesy ass Skin-a-Max movies, not in real life.
With all the awkward, floating in the air, the pair stood side by side against the building, both stealing glances at one another. A shade of red covering their cheeks, as they waited for a cab.
"Are you sure you don’t want me to come up?” Able questioned, yet again.
“No, it’s fine.”
“You really should let me help you get those knees cleaned up. I feel freaking terrible." Able announced, looking over to examine Penny’s banged up knees.
"Please don’t, and besides, you already made it up to me with dinner, remember?" She reminded with a grin, holding up her large bag of McDonald’s.
Able had wanted to take her to a nice restaurant but a few things had stopped him. One, they were both still soaked to the bone from the storm, and two her knees, really needed to be cleaned up, and as for reason three, well that was simple. He just didn’t want to risk the chance of being recognized by any fans. So far on their dates they had been able to steer clear of the public, he aimed to keep it that way. His fans tended to run on the, kinda crazy side. Not only did he not want Penny knowing he had fans, but he definitely didn't want one of those said fans throwing a drink in her face or spitting at her in the street. It had happened in the past more than once. His fan girls were die hard for some reason and tended to hate any woman they saw him near. He guessed, him being in love, just didn’t go along with their little fantasy of who he was. As if they all thought they might have a chance with him, so long, as he just stayed single. It was laughable really but it kept him wanting to keep Penny hidden away, just the same. So instead of a dine in dinner, he had the cab driver swing through the drive through.
"Alright, well, at least let me walk you up?" He offered, opening the door.
"No way, you're soaked; go back to the hotel, take a hot shower, and text me, okay? I'll be fine, I promise. I had an awesome day Holden, thanks for that… and well, for the other stuff too.” Penny offered, her cheeks turning that special shade of red that Able loved to see.
"No ,thank you," he re
turned, leaning over to kiss her, once more, before she exited the cab.
Just before Penny entered her building, she turned back, sending Ablea little smile and a wave. Turning to head inside, she let out a dreamy sigh, before letting out a growl. It had been an amazing day but now, it was time to deal with the firing squad.
"Well, well, well, would you look what the cat dragged in." Cole mouthed off from his spot on the couch, the moment Penny stepped through the door.
"And would you look at that, it’s someone who doesn't live here, yet always is here." She threw back with a cheeky grin, sent his way.
"In my defense, I was waiting for you, my love. I know how much you enjoy gabbing to me, about all these terrible little dates, you go on. Should I get the ice cream or the Vodka, how bad are we talking? Worst date ever or just another run of your mill, ‘you had a terrible time, because you weren’t with me’, kind of deals?” Cole questioned, leaping over the couch with such easy skill that it had Penny rolling her eyes.
"Neither is needed. I had a great time, better than great, actually." She informed, dropping her bag of food on the counter, with a schoolgirl sigh.
"Oh wow, big spender, McDonald’s, so damn romantic!”
“Isn’t it, though?”
“I just have one question,”
“Of course you do.” Penny scoffed, sending him a look that said she wasn’t surprised in the least.
“Answer me this: how in the world, did you ever manage to keep your panties on with such a suave man, wooing you with that kind of fine dining? " He mocked, in his over the top, gay bestie, voice, as he made his way past her, but not before, flipping the back of her skirt, just making sure that, yes, indeed, her panties were still on.
"Cole!" She warned, spinning around to swat at his chest. "Jesus Christ, Penny Lane! What the hell happened to your knees?!" He barked, instantly grabbing her by the waist, before hoisting her onto the kitchen counter top.
"I just fell, is all, I'm fine, though, really. They just look a lot worse than they are." she promised, already trying to scoot her way off the counter.
"Fuck to, you are! This, is not fine.” Cole informed, giving her banged up knees a good once over.
“I tripped.”
“Let me see your hands.” He stopped to snatch her hands in his, flipping them over to see her palms. There they set, smoother than a baby’s bum. “You didn’t even try to catch yourself, and he, sure as fuck didn’t catch you, either. What kind of fuck head doesn’t catch you when you're falling?” Cole pointed out, making his way over to the cabinet under the sink, where he knew the first aid kit would be.
“You should know,” Penny chimed in. It was a low blow.
“Good to see, that even after all these years you haven't forgotten about that.” The sarcasm was dripping off Cole’s lips.
“How could I forget?” Now, Penny’s words were bordering on accusing.
“You could try, that might help.” He tossed the idea out to her like it was a no brainer.
"Listen Doc, can you please, just get me patched up? I know you won't leave, until, you do. " She returned with an annoyed sigh, watching him as he removed the band-aids and antibiotic cream from the kit.
"Damn right I’m not gonna leave, until after that, and do you wanna know the reason, why that is?”
“Not really, but I have a feeling, you’re gonna tell me anyway, aren’t ya?” Penny smirked.
“Indeed I am; It’s because, I, actually give a fuck. I'm not some asshole, who takes you out, gets you hurt, and then kicks you at the curb. I mean, come on, who does that?
"They’re just scraps Cole, I'm fine, really. Where’s T.J.?" She questioned, trying to change the subject.
"He's passed the fuck out. Little dude busted his ass, getting up that mountain, today. Youngest person, ever to reach the top, can you believe that? He didn’t even bitch, not once, and that’s saying a lot, considering that there was grown ass men, who ended up pussying out before the top. That kid is the fucking shit!” He announced, with a proud smile, before turning his attention back to Penny’s injuries, continuing to steal glances at her through his long lashes as he cleaned out her minuscule wounds.
“Ya, he is,” she nodded her agreement before a moment of silence passed between the pair.
"So, besides letting you get hurt.. somehow, and splurging on McDonald’s, what else did jackass have you two doing with your day? Let me guess, another free trip to the beach, oh no, it was the park this time, wasn’t it?" Cole scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"No, he did not take me to the park, unless, you count the Hollywood sign as a park, in which case, yes, we had lunch at the ‘park’. It was so funny, Holden had it all setup fancy like and then when he lifted the top of the platters, it was nothing but a pile of mini bar stuff, that he had jacked from his hotel room.” Penny explained, giving a little laugh and a shake of her head.
“A seven dollar bag of peanuts, that’s what it takes to impress you? I bring you three hundred dollars worth of take-out and you don’t even bat an eyelash. What the fuck is that? A fucking mini bar; get the hell out of here.” Cole scoffed, sounding good and disgusted.
“Anyway, after that,” Penny ignored him to continue on. “We headed downtown, to watch one of his friends play at this theater that was older than time, I swear it was. It was so cool looking, and his friend didn’t suck on the piano, either. You would have loved it! The architecture was breathtaking, it really was, and then Holden…,” Her words came to a crashing halt as Penny suddenly remembered herself, or more so, remembered who it was she was talking to.
Cole was her only real friend...well the closest thing she had to a friend, anyway. But, he wasn't, that, kind of friend. Not the kind you come home and babble too, about amazing dates, with other men. It was normal when it was a shit date with an asshole, but this was different. No one was laughing, he wasn’t picking at her or making fun of her. There was no ice cream being served.
The look in his eyes was telling her that she had said too much. She would have been okay with a cocky smirk or maybe even a snotty comment, she expected nothing less from him. But, he gave her neither. Hurt, was what he hit her with instead, as he looked up at her with his wounded greens.
"That's great, I’m glad you had fun, kid." He shrugged, too quickly, turning his eyes away from hers, as he placed a Band-Aid down gently on her, barely wounded knee.
Penny nibbled her lip, feeling guilty as Cole leaned in, giving each knee a gentle peck before grabbing her waist, and pulling her off the counter, to find her feet, once again on the floor.
"All fixed; I guess I’ll leave you to it. Hey, tell T.J., I won't be around tomorrow; I gotta head out for an audition. It’s prolly gonna be a whole day sorta thing, so."
Cole rattled off his words, in that tone that Penny hated, not mad, not angry, just a tone of ‘it is what it is’. It had her sucking in a heavy breath as he turned his back on her, to make his way to the door.
"Cole, what do you want from me?"
Her question, had Cole taking, his own deep breath as his hand gripped the doorknob. He knew that he should just keep walking. He knew it with everything he had inside him, but he just couldn’t do it.
"I want you, to want something more for yourself, Penny Lane. Is that too much to ask for?" He questioned, turning to face her, once again.
"Something more than what, Cole?"
Penny’s tone was frustrated as she tossed up her hands into the air. She should have just let him walk out the door, but she just couldn't, not with that look in his eyes.
"More than what you keep getting, Penny. You don’t want me, well, that’s fine, I get it, okay, but what the fuck is this shit?!" He challenged, walking over to snatch up her to-go bag of McDonald’s, before holding it just inches away from her face. "I mean, come on, landmarks and beaches, taking you to some run down shit hole, just to watch some wannabe, perform? Can't you see, this guy, ain't shit?’
“You’re being really judgm
ental; you don’t even know him.”
“I don’t fucking need to know him. He's not good enough for you, okay, end of fucking story!"
Cole about screamed it out, slamming the bag of food down on the counter, with such force that it had Penny jerking, in her skin. It was rare that she had ever seen Cole angry but he was damn sure fuming tonight. That was okay though, because right about now, so was she.
"So, who, is, huh, answer me that? Who the fuck is good
enough for me? Besides you, that is. You’ve managed to tear down, every single guy, that’s ever come near me for longer than a lap dance. You find a million things wrong with them and then, you make, damn sure, that I’m made aware. No one’s ever good enough. So please, do tell, who is this perfect son of a bitch that I’m waiting for, Cole? Is he even real? Is it you, is that it? Are
you really the only person, deemed good enough for me to be with? If that's true, then maybe I should just go out and find some cocky, fame hungry, cheating asshole, or would he not be good enough either? Let’s hear it, Cole, do you have a problem with your own kind? Because, that's what you are Cole Conners, a fucking lying cheater, who refuses to let me just be happy. You refuse to let me find someone who might actually be able to make that happen. And what bout you? What about all those nasty ass, little fan-girl skank's, you're always fucking? Oh, or how about the strippers, party girls, and escorts, or any of the stupid bitches you stick your dick in? Are they actually good enough for you? Do they keep you happy and satisfied, because I didn't, and you made damn sure to let me know. So ya, let's do this Cole, let's talk about who's good enough and who isn't. This isn’t some game you can win, but if it’s numbers on the score board that you want, well, here they are. You’re losing by a fucking landslide against, Holden. He might not break his bank on me or take me out to flashy places to mingle with stuck up little fucks, but he also doesn't promise me the world, either. He doesn’t lie and say he loves me like you did. When I talk, he listens and I don’t have to worry that he's fucking every girl in Cali the second I turn my back on him. And ya know what, he's free too. We aren’t even officially together. Yet somehow, I know, that he’s not out banging every whore that smiles his way. Ya know, like you did when we were together. You said you loved me, and yet, you still you did it. Do you have any clue what that did to me, to us? You ruined our whole world, and for what? I still don’t get it, Cole.” Her eyes were pleading with his to help her understand, her voice dropping with each word she spoke. She was losing wind, rambling out her side of things as fast as she could. Her cheeks heated, her eyes trying their best to hold back tears. “I just don’t understand, why you couldn’t you love me! Why couldn’t you love me, like I loved you?!"
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