Girth

by Savannah Rylan

  He half-smiled, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “More?”

  “More.”

  “How much more? Tell me.”

  “Four.”

  He raised his eyebrows, his eyes darkening. “Four? Holy fuck, Emma. You’re really something else.”

  I returned his gaze, tipping my chin up. “Four fingers are nothing compared to your cock.”

  “Fuck. Me.” Noah growled and shifted on the bed to unzip my jeans and take them off. He growled when his eyes landed on my red lace thong. “My cock is aching to be inside of you right now. What are you doing to me?”

  “Four fingers, Noah,” I reminded him, looking at him seductively.

  With another growl, he pushed my thong to the side and thrust all four fingers at once inside, stretching me widely.

  “Noah!” I screamed, completely forgetting to stay quiet.

  Kneeling next to me, he grabbed my waist to keep me in place and began pounding into me, his gaze shifting between my face and pussy back and forth. I felt the pressure in me building too quickly, my mind in haze as he quickened his pace. It was too good. He was too good, and I felt seconds away from my release.

  “Yes! Don’t stop, honey. I’m going to come all over your fingers.”

  “Yeah, babe. Come for me.” He leaned down and started kissing me, fingering me even faster.

  The knocks on the door felt like the sound of thunder in the middle of quiet, but I was too lost in ecstasy to care.

  “Noah? Do you and Emma want some cookies?”

  The danger of getting discovered any moment only increased my arousal, and I was so damn close…

  Noah just flashed me a smile and whispered an order into my ear. “Come. Now.”

  It was all I needed to come hard, biting into my hand so I wouldn’t let any sound out, drowning in sensations.

  “No, mom! We’re fine!” he answered her, not even taking his eyes off of me as aftershock after aftershock rocked my body.

  “I love you,” he told me when his mother left and all that was left of my orgasm was a blissful daze. “I love you so much.”

  He snaked his arms around me and held me in his arms, our breathing slowing down.

  “How about you?” I asked quite timidly, which was a stark contrast to the bold me just a few moments ago. “You didn’t cum.”

  “Don’t worry about me and just relax. Let me hold you like this for a while.”

  I felt so comfortable and safe in his arms that I actually fell asleep like that, thinking how lucky I was to have someone as amazing as Noah.

  Chapter 4

  Noah

  I was hanging out with my friends at Jake’s place, holding the bottle of beer by its neck between my fingers. I sat reclined on his couch, listening to our friends sharing their stories, but I was starting to feel restless just hanging out here.

  It was good to see them all again, but it was difficult not to notice how much they had changed. I had changed. They went thought life dealing with stuff that couldn’t even be compared to what I’d seen and gone through. I’d dealt with horror and atrocities, which no one should ever experience.

  I felt like an alien next to them, unable to find funny the things they found funny. The jokes they cracked sounded so dry that my lips hurt from all that fake smiling. We didn’t think or feel the same, and I wondered if the gap between us could ever be crossed.

  And if those differences weren’t enough, a lot of them were in relationships, and I felt like I was the only one left single. It made me think about Emma.

  I gripped the bottle I was holding, refusing to think about her, but my shitty brain was stubborn. I kept seeing her in front of my eyes, my pulse quickening just thinking about her entering this living room. She would definitely look different, and that itself made me curious to know how she would feel under my hands. Her lush curves, her supple body against mine… Her kisses, her taste…

  “Hey, bro, let’s go out to a bar,” Dominic, one of my friends, suggested me, interrupting my not-so-innocent thoughts of Emma.

  I frowned. “To a bar?”

  “Yeah. Let’s continue to celebrate you actually coming out. It’s been a while, so let’s have some fun.”

  I fisted my hand, nervous to go. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go anywhere else. “I don’t know, man.”

  “Don’t be a party-pooper. You’re acting like a nun now.” He leaned closer and winked at me. “There would be some nice girls for us to bang.” He was also single like me, but instead of inciting excitement in me, his remark only brought back a memory of Emma and me in one of the hottest moments we had ever shared.

  Emma and I were in an amusement park that had recently been opened. As such, it quickly became a hot spot, and on Saturday evening, it was crowded. We went from one ride to another, sharing laughter and cotton candies as we walked, and the more time passed, the more aroused I was.

  She was wearing a skirt and tight top that revealed her toned stomach, and I couldn’t stop checking her out. I noticed the way other guys looked at her, and it only increased my hunger for her. I needed to bang her right here and now.

  I pulled her away from the crowd and further into darkness in between two shacks. There were no cameras nor lights there, so the only way we could be discovered was if someone came by, which was not so likely since the shacks weren’t a part of any attraction and were far away from the places brimming with activities.

  “What are you doing, Noah? Why did you bring me here?” she asked me when I pushed her against the wall, her voice revealing a blend of fear and excitement.

  I’d figured out this was one of her kinks. She was perverted, enjoying indulging in sexual things in public. Her reason was telling her “no”, which was exactly why she was now trying to push me away, her gaze darting around us in fear, but her body was telling “hell yes”.

  “You know you want this, babe. You want me to take you right here, where anyone can come and see us.”

  She didn’t deny it, moaning when my mouth latched onto her neck, my hand going straight for her pussy.

  “Ah, Noah… We can’t do this now… Someone might see us.”

  Holy shit. I could feel she was soaking wet, even over her panties. My cock was killing me in my pants.

  “Which is exactly what makes you so fucking wet now, Emma. Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you right now. Tell me, and I’ll stop.”

  She didn’t say anything, thrusting her hips toward me. With a smirk, I lowered myself down on my knees and pushed her panties aside, bringing her leg over my shoulder.

  “I need to taste you, baby. I need your fucking juices on my face.”

  With that, I buried myself into her pussy, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal.

  “Oh God. Noah.” Her nails dug into my shoulders, her hips pushing against me. “Oh God. We can’t do this now… But it’s so good…”

  I moved my tongue through her swollen folds and pushed it right into her, earning a low moan from her.

  “Ah… So good…”

  I tipped my head back so that I could see her face. The darkness covered most of it, but I could see enough. She moved her eyes between me and the dark alley, still anxious about getting caught, but I could feel her mound practically dripping. She was so fucking turned on by this that there was no way she wanted me to stop.

  I focused on her clit, sucking it hard and fast, just the way she liked it. Her legs started shuddering, her nails digging even harder into me through my shirt, almost to the point of drawing blood, but the perverse me loved it. I loved having her unhinged like this, having her so hungry for anything I could offer her. We were the same.

  Shit. My cock was too painful now. If I didn’t get inside of her soon, I would explode in my boxers.

  “Ah, ah, ah… I will come. Like that… Yes. I’m coming!”

  She let out a series of loud moans, her body rocking against me, and then she was coming, my name an even louder groan on her lips. Her juices splashed me, making
a mess out of my face, which was more than enough to make me lose all the control.

  This was my undoing. Unable to take it anymore, I ripped my jeans open, pulled my boxers down in one swift move, and picked her up, bringing her legs around my waist.

  “Now I get to fuck you, babe.”

  I plunged into her, burying myself to the hilt, and the pleasure almost pushed me to the edge. I hissed and pressed my lips on hers, telling myself to keep it in me as long as I could. My cock was fucking raging inside of her, seconds away from that release, but I didn’t want it to end that quickly. So, I kissed her until I felt sure I could move without ejecting all my sperm into her.

  “You’re so fucking hot, Emma. Do you see what you’re doing to me?”

  She moaned in response, her grip on my shoulders made of steel. She glanced at the passage that led out of the small alley.

  “Admit it,” I growled, dipping my fingers into her sexy ass. “You want someone to pass right now and see us. Come on. Say it.”

  She shook her head and closed her eyes. I thrust into her so hard, hitting her cervix mercilessly, and she let out a loud cry.

  “Admit it. You want us to be seen. You want them to see me fucking you hard until you scream your name. You want them to see how fucking horny you are right now, all fucking wet and dripping all over my cock. Say it, Emma. Come on.”

  She grimaced, her eyes full with lust. “Fine,” she greeted out, her nails digging into my skin punishingly. “Yes. I want it. I like the thrill of being so close to getting discovered, and I wouldn’t even mind if someone does find us like this. That’s how horny you make me feel.”

  “Fucking hell, Emma. You’re too good. You’re perfect. My naughty girl.” I rammed her even harder now, unable to postpone my orgasm any longer. “I’m going to explode right into you.” Thank fuck that she was on the pill.

  “Yes, honey. Spill your seed into me. Fill my pussy.”

  “Fuck. You’re so naughty. Fuck!” I groaned and thrust one last time, heat rushing to my groin. And then I was spilling my seed right into her, experiencing one of the strongest orgasms in my life.

  Back to the present moment, I let out a low growl, hoping my hard-on wasn’t visible. I couldn’t seem to shake Emma off my mind, and it was getting harder to control this urge to have her. I looked at Dominic, hoping he couldn’t tell what was happening to me right now.

  Just like when I was thinking about applying to the army, my mind and heart were having a clash with each other. In my mind, I knew I needed to move on, but I wasn’t happy about it.

  Now that I was able to start anew, I should focus on finding a new girl and finally forget about Emma. Yes, my body remembered her more than well and wanted her more than any other girl, but that ship had sailed. Even if I tried to see her, I was sure she wouldn’t want to see me. She had probably moved on a long time ago and was happy with someone who could make her happy more than I ever could.

  Knowing that I was completely wrong for her only increased my longing for her, and there was no way I could go back to my place and hope to get her out of my mind. I needed a distraction and going to a bar was exactly what could help me. Maybe I could manage to unwind there and actually meet someone who could scratch my itch and relieve me from the sexual tension.

  “Okay, Dominic,” I told him. “Let’s go to the bar.”

  Chapter 5

  Emma

  I flinched, realizing I had tears on my cheeks. I wiped them off my face, pushing the thoughts of that time in Noah’s room to the far away corner of my mind, and stood up, sick of my pity party. Why was I doing this to myself? Noah was in the past, but here I was—reminiscing about him and how he’d made me the happiest girl alive.

  The tears, however, were stubborn, falling down my cheeks, despite me giving my best to suppress them. I shook my head and went into my bathroom, ignoring the persistent ache in my chest. I had spent enough tears on Noah. He didn’t deserve any more, especially since I was sure he wasn’t thinking about me at all. I was sure I hadn’t crossed his mind in years.

  Washing my face did the trick, and the tears had stopped at last. I needed to get out of my house and have some fun. It was only 10pm, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep that easily, not with the thoughts of Noah haunting me.

  I returned to the living room and snatched my phone from the place on the couch where I’d left it before.

  My best friend, Clarissa, answered after the second ring.

  “Hey, girl.”

  “Hey, babes. I was thinking. We should call Demi and Melanie and go out to a bar. What do you think?”

  “I’m in! I’ve been pretty bored all by myself here.”

  I giggled. “So that must mean that the last night’s date didn’t go well.”

  She let out a long sigh. “Surprise, surprise. We ended up at my place, but the sex… Oh God, the sex…” She groaned.

  “What?” I asked with laughter.

  “It was horrible! His dick is so small, and he seriously needs to be taught some things… Ugh. It was a waste of my time.”

  I couldn’t stop laughing. “Well, this night might be a good opportunity for you to get your hands on someone new.”

  She sighed again. “I can only hope. That guy was just another disaster after many disasters this month.”

  “Tell me about it. I just returned home from a terrible date.”

  “You did? You didn’t tell me anything about it!”

  “Well, it kinda came out of the blue. Like one moment we were texting each other, and the next we went out to dinner.”

  “And why was it terrible?”

  “Because the douchebag just wanted to use me for sex and that’s it. I don’t need flings. I need the real deal.”

  “I get what you’re saying, girl. I don’t know what’s going on, but we’re really unlucky in the guys department. Like, I’m trying a dozen of dating apps, but it’s getting worse. Where are all those perfect men? Hidden in caves?”

  “I don’t think they actually exist.” Once upon a time, I was convinced they existed. Noah was my perfect guy. Until he was not.

  “I guess only time will tell. Anyway, maybe tonight will be your lucky night too.”

  I didn’t think so, but it didn’t matter. All I wanted was to get out of my house and relax.

  “If you say so. Okay, so I’ll call Melanie, and you call Demi,” I told her.

  “Alrighty.”

  We agreed where and when to meet, and then I called Melanie. Melanie was the only one of us four who was currently dating, and Clarissa, Demi, and I envied her. Her relationship reminded me of my relationship with Noah because they loved each other so much and were most likely going to spend the rest of their lives together.

  No, scratch that. My relationship with Noah wasn’t like that because Noah obviously hadn’t loved me the way Melanie’s boyfriend loved her. If Noah had truly loved me, he would have never left me. He would have fought for our relationship, instead of ignoring my letters and giving up on us without a word.

  I should put a stop to my bitterness before it got the best of me. This way, I was going to ruin yet another night, and I’d had enough depression to last me a lifetime.

  Melanie agreed to go out with us too, and soon Clarissa texted me and said Demi was in too.

  As I rushed to my bedroom to get ready, Noah popped up in my mind once more, and I groaned. Let him go, Emma. Stop thinking about him.

  I opened my closet and looked over the loads of dresses I owned. There, in the corner, was a red mini cocktail dress that I held dear but didn’t wear even once. I had bought it a long time ago, when I was still dating Noah, because he had told me he liked that kind of dress the most. However, I hadn’t gotten the chance to wear it for him since he left for the military and our relationship fell apart.

  Dejected, I had ignored that dress for years, often thinking about destroying it or throwing it away, but somehow, I never could.

  Now, something unexp
lainable pushed me to pick it up and try it on. Without further thinking, I put it on and stopped in front of the mirror, noticing that it fitted me way better now than when I tried it in the shop seven years ago. I actually had assets now that I could flaunt.

  I had no idea why, but I decided to wear this dress tonight, feeling an unusual burst of anticipation in me. It made no sense. Just like thinking about Noah made no sense.

  I was getting more and more frustrated that I couldn’t seem to let him go, growing anxious and fidgety. Maybe friends, booze, and music would help me eliminate Noah from my mind. They had to, because at this point, I was making things worse for myself, and I had enough of unhealthy relationships.

  “Okay,” I said, looking at myself in the mirror. “Let’s see what this night will bring to me.”

  Chapter 6

  Noah

  I had completely forgotten how talkative Jake was. He didn’t stop chewing the fat ever since we entered his truck and headed to a local bar. I hadn’t missed that at all. I could feel the start of my headache forming in the back of my head, and I just wished he would stop talking. I needed quiet more than anything. Right now, his voice sounded like a hammer hitting against the metal, each word grating against my ears, and I actually started counting seconds until the end of this drive.

  “How good are you at the dating game?” he asked me all of a sudden, parking his car at the parking lot that was near the bar.

  “What do you mean?” I rubbed my temple, cursing myself for accepting to go to the bar. It was going to be loud and crowded, and it was only going to add to my anxiety.

  “I mean, I guess you didn’t have an opportunity to date in the army. So, I guess you got a bit rusty after all these years.”

  I frowned at him, annoyed by his question. “You can say so.”

  We got out of his car, right when our friends parked their cars next to his truck.

  “By the way,” Jake continued. “I’m sorry about your breakup with Emma. We didn’t have a chance to talk about it, but I knew how much you cared about her. All of us thought you two were meant to be together.”