by M. Robinson
I bit my lower lip when I felt his thumb probing asshole, carefully pushing it in as well. Relishing in the pain and pleasure of him spreading me open, I could feel him everywhere and all at once.
“You love that, don’t you? Getting fucked in both holes,” he grunted.
“Hhhhmmm… Don’t stop Jam—Mr. Nicolas,” I moaned, my body starting to sweat and shake all at the same time.
Wanting to come.
Needing to come.
“Fuck… you’re so goddamn wet. You love being my little whore. Get that asshole nice and fucking wet to take my fucking cock.”
His filthy mouth did it to me every time. My face pressed into the desk as I shook, coming so fucking hard my legs almost gave out. He didn’t give me any time to recover before he was in between my legs, spreading my cheeks wider than before. Nudging the head of his cock into my asshole.
I never even heard him unzip his pants.
“Relax… let me in,” he reassured in a soothing voice. “I’m almost all the way in… just relax…”
My head turned to the side, wanting to watch his face as he took me from behind.
“Just relax so I can fuck this beautiful ass. My beautiful ass,” he groaned, spanking me.
Claiming me.
Fucking me.
He didn’t stop until he was balls deep inside of me. “I’m going to fuck your asshole, Miss Edwards, and it’s going to be hard and rough for being such a bad little girl.”
I recognized that tone, and when he grabbed my hair by the nook of my neck and pulled back, I knew he meant every word.
“Whatever you think is right, Mr. Nichols,” I purred, swaying my hips.
He thrust in and out of me, his balls slapping against my wet heat. Fucking me slowly and then more demanding, roughly gripping the locks of my hair tighter around his hand. Never letting up on taking what he wanted.
What he craved.
What was always his.
When I started to meet his thrusts, he slapped my ass not wanting me to move until he was ready. It was only a matter of time until I felt one masculine hand wrap around my throat, cutting off my air supply. I gasped, instinctively bringing my fingers up to my throat, latching onto his hand.
“Shhh… breathe,” he whispered close to my ear easing up on the pressure. “That’s it, baby. Breathe. You trust me. You breathe when I tell you to, understood?”
I nodded.
His grip tightened on my throat again, almost to the to the point of pain, but the pleasure he was stirring deep within my core outweighed the discomfort.
The room started to spin, coming in and out of focus, but with his cock in my ass and his hand wrapped around my throat, I couldn’t help but want to come.
“Breathe.” He released his grip a little, and I sucked in air.
He did this a few more times, letting me get to the edge and not allowing me to fall over. Then out of nowhere he instantly released my throat, pulled out of me, and flipped me over so fast that I never saw it coming. My back hit the desk in a loud, firm thud, bringing me back to reality. Struggling to catch my breath. Gripping onto my thighs, he spread my legs open and in one hard thrust, he was deep inside my asshole once again. Making my back arch and my mouth part, letting a scream pass my lips. He was so much deeper this way, sending me spiraling down to another intense, mind-blowing orgasm.
“So fucking tight...” he growled, slamming in and out of me. Pushing two fingers into my pussy, finger fucking my g-spot and playing with my clit at the same time.
Causing me to scream louder in ecstasy.
“Beg me to fucking come, beg me like the good little girl I want you to be.”
“Please… please… Mr. Nichols, let me come…”
My whole body was shaking, and I swear you could hear my moans and screams a mile away. It didn’t take long until my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my back sprung off the desk as my climax loomed, taking me under.
I came over and over again. I didn’t think I would ever stop coming. He grinded into me, fucking me with passion, with love, with everything that had always been mine. He couldn’t hold back any longer and released his seed deep inside of my asshole. His body immediately fell over to claim my mouth, kissing me, loving me, fucking devouring me.
“Jesus, you still always come with everything you have,” he whispered in between kissing me. Looking deep into my eyes, he spoke with conviction, “Of all my loves this is the first and last. You are my sun and stars, my night, my day, my seasons, summer, winter, my sweet spring, my autumn song, the church in which I pray, my land and ocean, all that the earth can bring. Of glory and of sustenance, all that might be divine, my alpha and my omega, and all that was ever mine,” he quoted Shakespeare, making me smile. Exactly like the first time we made love all those years ago.
“I love you, James.”
“Happy Anniversary, baby.”
He took me to bed where he made love to me all night long. Until I didn’t know where he ended and I began, the way he always had.
And I always wanted.
<>Lucas<>
I watched Alex pull her hair up off the nook of her neck as she stood at the cash register, counting the money after a long day at the restaurant. It was a hot summer night in Oak Island, North Carolina. One of the hottest we’ve felt in a while. My tiny little wife looked good enough to fucking eat, standing there in a yellow sundress and flip flops. Swaying her ass to “Brown Eyed Girl” playing on the old jukebox. I was supposed to be working late, needing to finish up a new remodel for the house on Barrington Drive, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Half-Pint. We’d both had been working like crazy, and tourist season had only just begun for her.
It was as if she felt me, our connection stronger than fucking ever. She looked my way, catching me leaning up against the support column in the corner of the room, one leg over the other. My arms crossed over my chest, head cocked to the side, taking in every last drop of sweat that fell down her cleavage. Glistening in the light.
She gasped, placing her hand on her chest. Caught off guard to see me standing there.
Watching her.
“Oh my God, Bo! You just scared the crap out of me!” she shrieked, shaking her head. “What are you doing here? I didn’t think I would see you until late tonight.”
I arched an eyebrow, grinning. “Is that right?”
She narrowed her eyes at me, picking up on the slight edge in the tone of my voice.
“Where did you think you would see me, Half-Pint?” I asked, eyeing her with a predatory regard. “In bed? With my hand wrapped around my cock, stroking myself. Waiting for you.”
Her eyes widened, immediately blushing. Looking around the room like we weren’t alone. Even after all these years, Alex still turned bright red anytime I spoke dirty to her. Always such a goddamn lady, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“What’s gotten into you?” she breathed out, her voice shaky and unsure.
I pushed off the wall, heading toward the register, reaching her in four long strides. Causing her back to hit the adjacent wall behind the counter with a thud. Surprising her with my sudden movement. I hovered above her small frame, locking her in with my arms on each side of her face.
Leaning forward, I rasped against her lips, “You, Alex. You got into me. Ever since you were fucking born.”
Her breathing hitched.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about fucking you on this counter? Especially when we were kids and you started working here for your parents’. Wearing those little, thin, cotton tank tops that barely covered your tits, your tiny bikini always underneath. Just the slightest gust of wind made your nipples hard,” I whispered, the backs of my fingers lightly wiping away the sweat from her chest as it raised and descended from each of my words.
“Bo…” she panted, blushing again from the needy tone in her voice.
I smiled. Nothing turned me on more than knowing I made Alex fucking wet.
For me.
“Did you think I never noticed? The way your sundresses would cling to your body after a long day of work. How they still fucking do? How about the way you would make sure that my food was always ready when I came in from surfing? Like you still do. Knowing just how much I loved it when you fed me.”
She swallowed hard.
“Well, Half-Pint, I’m fucking famished. Starving in fact. For your tight, sweet little pussy. You gonna feed me? Or am I gonna have to fucking take it?”
“Bo, I—”
The sudden urge to make her mine was too overpowering to ignore any longer. The urge to show her over and over again just how much she belonged to me always took over.
Consuming me.
I didn’t hesitate, picking her up by her ass. “Wrong fucking answer,” I interrupted, setting her on the granite countertop behind the register. Her body was now perfectly proportionate with mine as I stood in between her legs.
She looked up at me with yearning and longing. The heady expression on her face was pushing me further over the edge, barely hanging onto the last bit of control I still had. I slowly reached for the hem of her dress, taking it off in one swift movement. Freeing her perky breasts within seconds, her nipples already hard, waiting for me to take them into my mouth.
I kissed my way down her neck, stopping to inhale the scent of sunscreen on her skin that always did things to me. It had since we were fucking kids. The smell of her cherry lip-gloss quickly assaulted my senses, still causing my cock to twitch as much as it did then. I continued moving down until I reached her breasts, gently biting one of her nipples into my mouth while my hand caressed and fondled the other. Her breathing escalated. Both of her soft, delicate hands made their way up my chest, gripping my hair as she gyrated her hips forward to the edge of the counter.
Her silent plea to keep going.
I continued my assault on her smooth skin, leaving a trail of desire in my wake. Kissing her lower abdomen, looking up at her with just my eyes as she was looking down at me, watching everything that I was doing with a dark, dilated, intensified gaze.
I grinned. “There’s my brown-eyed girl.”
She smiled, biting on her bottom lip in a sinful yet innocent way that only Alex could ever pull off.
Her hands let go of my hair to lean back for support, while my teeth latched onto the front of her silk panties. My hands went to the sides of the elastic binding, deliberately sliding them down her legs in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. Getting down on my knees as I discarded them to the side once they were past her flip-flops. Getting rid of those as well.
“You have no idea how many goddamn times I’ve thought about eating your pussy today, Half-Pint,” I groaned, grabbing her right foot and perching it on the side of the counter as I licked my way to her core. Doing the exact same thing with the other.
I leaned back, sitting on my ankles once I was done. Needing to see her sitting there, completely spread open for me. Letting my intense gaze linger for a few seconds, admiring the fucking view of her wet, sweet, fucking pussy.
I could have come right then and there.
Fuck me…
<>Alex<>
I couldn’t believe he was doing this, here, in our restaurant of all places. Thank God it was late and everyone abandoned the beach to hit the town. Prying eyes or not, he was taking me right then and there. When Lucas put his mind to something, anything… there was no telling him no.
My stubborn boy.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
There I sat, completely open for him. Showing him every last part of me. It didn’t matter that he had seen me countless times before, each time he looked at me it felt like the first.
No matter what.
I had always loved his bright blue eyes that held everything he could sometimes never say. They always spoke volumes.
Want.
Craving.
Lust.
Love.
Home.
Mine.
As if he couldn’t take it any longer, he lunged forward, almost knocking me off the counter to devour me.
Licking, sucking, lapping…
Eating.
My hands tangled in his hair, clutching on for dear life while my head fell back and my eyes closed as he persisted to consume me like a starved man. It didn’t take long until I was panting and moaning his name, overwhelmed by his sweet torture, coming apart.
“Fuck…” he breathed out, and our stares locked. “You taste so fucking good. I will never be able to get enough of your sweet, salty pussy. Does that feel good baby? Tell me how good.”
He didn’t give me a chance to answer before his tongue immediately moved to my opening, and he growled the second his tongue dipped inside, licking me clean. Making love to me with his mouth for what felt like hours, like he couldn’t get enough of my heat. Making me realize he really was hungry.
For me.
He kissed his way up my body, latching onto the sides of my face. Shoving his tongue into my mouth, wanting me to savor my arousal from his lips. I heard the rustling of his pants as he let them fall down his thighs, not bothering to remove any of his clothing. His hands went around to my waist within seconds, and he effortlessly picked me up off the counter like I weighed nothing. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he was deep inside me in one hard thrust.
“Lucas!” I screamed out, unable to hold it in any longer.
We moaned in unison, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of being connected together as one. Molding ourselves into what felt like one person. He held me tightly in his arms. Holding me against his rapidly beating heart that I knew mirrored mine.
“Christ,” he growled, pecking my lips.
And with that, he started to shift me up and down his shaft. Thrusting into me at the same time. Engulfed in each other and the sensations of the precise angle, hitting our desired spots.
“Bo…” I panted against his lips. He never stopped kissing me.
“Look at me, baby. Let me see my brown-eyed girl,” he murmured against my mouth.
I did, showing him everything he wanted. Everything he needed. How I was his and only his. How I’d always been.
He rested his forehead on mine, our eyes stayed in tune with one another. Watching what the other was giving. It took all my willpower to not let my eyes roll to the back of my head. We were both gasping and breathless for air. Our moans were getting louder and heavier, and we were both dripping with sweat. His movements were becoming faster and harder, more urgent and demanding.
My body let go, and I couldn’t stop my head from falling back. Giving him the leeway to kiss and suck along my neck, stirring more emotions and sensations, coursing through my body.
“Fuck yeah… just like that, baby… come on my cock with your sweet fucking pussy that’s mine…”
His filthy words were my undoing, causing me to come again. Bringing him right over the edge along with me. Both of us lost in our own thoughts and the pleasure we had just created as one.
“I fucking love you, baby,” he groaned, kissing all over my face.
“I love you, too.”
And he didn’t stop there. He took me home and made love to me all night long.
<>Lily<>
“I can’t believe you got these concert tickets, Jacob! I’ve been wanting to see this band for years! Oh my God, I’m so excited!” I shouted in the car, unable to control my anticipation.
“It’s gonna cost you, Kid.”
I glanced in his direction, bringing my fingernail up to my mouth. Nervous. The last time he said it was going to cost me, I ended up on stage at Alex’s restaurant doing the hokey pokey. He enjoyed the part of me putting my backside in and backside out and shaking it all about. Jacob was not the man to owe anything to, especially when he feels like he’s earned it. He would make me suffer just because he found it amusing to torture me.
“Oh yeah, what do you got in mind, big man?”
He grinned, re
aching over to caress my thigh. At least that’s what he wanted me to think, at the last second he tried to squeeze my thigh. Knowing I was supposed to hate it but secretly loved it.
“Ohhh!” I tightly gripped his hand, holding it back as hard as I could. “Getting slow in your old age, Jacob. Gotta move faster than that!”
He chuckled, “You’re still such a little shit.” My strong grip was no match for his. He pushed through my grasp, squeezing the hell out of my thigh with such a force that had me thrashing around instantly.
“What was that? Huh? What about me slowing down in my old age? I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. I can’t hear over your loud, whiney screaming.”
“Jacob! Stop! I can’t!” I surrendered, fighting him off the best I could. Even with him driving it didn’t deter him. I whipped around, squealing and laughing at the same time. My legs kicking out simultaneously from the intrusion of his tickling on my over sensitive muscle.
“You what?”
“Jacob!”
“Screaming out my name isn’t going to help your disposition, Kid.”
“Please!”
“Begging isn’t any better. If anything it’s fucking worse.”
“Oh my God! Fucking stop!”
“Watch your mouth,” he demanded, finally stopping and pulling back his hand.
I sucked in air that wasn’t available for the taking. My leg throbbing, my heart racing, trying to catch my breath. My stomach ached from laughing and screaming so damn hard.
“You almost made me pee my pants!” I tore his ball cap off the top of his head, placing it on mine instead.
Even after all these years, it still always made me feel safe.
“I hate you!” I giggled, giving him my best angry face.
“Watch it,” he warned, narrowing his eyes at me. “I can turn this car around anytime. I’m the one doing you a favor, sweetheart. Like I want to stand around with a bunch of teeny fucking boppers, throwing their panties on stage to a bunch of douches who probably suck cock more than they fuck pussy.”
