by Lane Hart
“I’m gross, right?” she asks, covering herself with an arm around her breasts and one over her stomach. When she starts to squeeze her thighs together, I grab each knee and spread them apart again.
“Would my cock be this hard if I thought you were gross?” I ask her, sitting back on my knees and fisting myself to stroke the growing length.
Her eyes lower to my hand and then back up to my face. “Then what are you waiting for? You don’t need a condom. I mean, they tested me at the doctor, so if you’re okay…”
“I’m clean, I swear,” I tell her. The IFC tests us for everything several times a year, and I’ve only been with one woman bareback once, but that was a year ago. “I’m just…I don’t know how to do this.”
Abby smiles, and then laughter rocks through her body, shaking her in all the right places, including the flopsy twins. “This is proof that you do, Captain Cum Slinger,” she says with her hands framing her lower belly. “But if you need me to, I can draw you a diagram with instructional arrows.”
“You know what I mean,” I tell her with a frown since I’m not that stupid. And she must be dying to put it in if she’s breaking out the word cum in her insult. “Let’s do this with you on top, smart mouth,” I suggest.
“God no,” she says, shaking her head. “You don’t want a cow sitting on your dick.”
“No, but I want you with your huge milk jugs bouncing on my cock.”
“Not gonna happen,” she says before rolling over and getting on her hands and knees in front of me. “There, will this work for you? Do you think you can find your way or do you need to break out the GPS?” she asks while looking over her shoulder.
Oh, yeah, this will definitely work. Her braid is draping down her spine, just waiting to be pulled. And then there’s the curve of her amazing ass right in my face, being offered up to me.
“Just follow the slit in the road to the second entrance. If you drive all the way through the bush, well, then you’ve gone too far. Do you need a pen so you can write this down?”
Slap.
“Ow!” she shrieks after I spanked her bottom to put an end to her wise ass remarks. Kneeling behind her, I have to palm both globes after watching them jiggle. When Abby pushes back, silently asking for more, I can’t hold off any longer. I grab my cock, line him up and thrust forward, filling her in one shove.
Goddamn. I had forgotten how good the silky walls of a woman felt without a condom, the one time in the pool with Hailey is the only other chance I got to feel heaven.
“Ohhh!” Abby moans and lowers her forehead to the mattress while grinding herself on me. I reach around and grab two handfuls of her heavy breasts before I really start moving in and out of her. She cries out with each thrust while I grunt with effort, needing to get deeper, to take her harder.
“You okay?” I ask to make sure I’m not hurting her.
“Yes! I’m so close. Don’t stop!” Like that’s even an option at this point, but I know what she means - don’t come before her. Not gonna happen.
Reaching down underneath her, I try to catch her up. As soon as my fingertips touch her clit, her pussy squeezes my cock and she cries out with her release. She feels too fucking good for me to last a second longer. My hips buck involuntarily as I pulse inside her, loving the fact that we can do this bareback. I sure as fuck could get used to having nothing between us.
“Coming so fucking hard,” I tell her, still busting the biggest nut ever when I vaguely hear a knock. Only when Hailey says my name do I realize that I forgot to lock the bedroom door. Fuck.
Looking over to our right, I see Hailey standing frozen in the doorway, hand still clutching the knob. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry,” she says before backing away. “I thought you said come in.” With each step, I know she’s definitely moving out of my grasp for good.
“Hailey, wait,” I say to her just as the door closes.
Chapter Two
Abby Merchant
I lie paralyzed in stunned disbelief as Senn pulls out of me with a still dripping dick and quickly dresses after Hailey, Linc’s sister, walked in and saw us fucking. What an eyeful she got too, a full profile of Senn hammering into me from behind.
“I need to talk to her,” is all Senn says before leaving me fat and naked, face down on the bed, to chase after Hailey. I’m too pissed to even cry at the moment, and too exhausted to move. I had no idea him and her…but really, I should be used to this theme by now. I just watched the only man who’s ever loved me marry another woman; and then the guy who knocked me up chase after a woman, right after we fucked for the second time. I’m an idiot for even coming here today. Seeing Linc say the vows to Claire that we were supposed to share was intended to be therapeutic, giving me closure and helping me to finally move on once and for all. Did it? Fuck no.
When we talked during the reception and Linc realized I was pregnant, I could see the disappointment in his eyes that I was gonna have a baby who wasn’t his. Not necessarily because he still cares about me, but because our future together fell apart. I couldn’t give him the family that he wanted more than anything. But now Karma has me pregnant with a man who doesn’t even want me or a baby, all at the worst possible time in my life.
Climbing under the covers to get warm, I tell myself I’m only gonna rest for a few minutes before I have to drive back to Cary. When I blink my eyes open again, though, it’s dark outside the bedroom windows. Damn the fatigue. I push myself up on my palms and see from the alarm clock beside the bed that it’s almost ten p.m. Flopping back down on the pillow, I exhale a breath to the ceiling, trying to figure out my next move. Senn’s an asshole, but I already knew that, of course. That’s been a given ever since he snuck out of my bedroom after our one-night stand and later texted me to keep my mouth shut. So why am I currently naked in his bed? That’s easy. He’s a sexy bastard who fucks like a champ. Oh, and I’m carrying his child. Apparently pregnancy hormones make me delusional and shit, like I could be more than just his baby’s mama. For some reason, being around him always brings out this immature, juvenile side of me that results is filth spewing out of my usually clean mouth. He’s just so…cocky, and I want to slap the arrogant smirk off his face or knock it off with insults.
Before I can dress and do the walk of shame from the beach house, the bedroom door opens, the glow from the hallway shining into the dark room before it closes again. The overhead light flicks on, bright and blinding me. Shielding my eyes, I blink at Senn who, judging by his slack jaw, looks surprised to find me still in his bed.
“What?” I ask caustically, sitting up and holding the sheet to my chest to cover my nakedness. “I’m pregnant. I sleep a lot.” There, growing a human being can be used in any and all situations as an excuse.
“You missed the garter and flower toss thingy,” he says. “Oh, and everyone pelting Claire and Linc with bird seed.”
“That’s too bad,” I say since I’m not sure how else to respond to his statement, one that only serves to remind me that Linc is at the moment spending his first night with his new wife. My depressing thoughts are interrupted at the unexpected sight of blue satin wrapped around the thick upper arm of Senn’s untucked white dress shirt. “You caught the garter?” I ask the man who I seriously doubt will ever settle down with just one woman.
“Yeah, what a waste,” Senn replies with a chuckle before he staggers to the foot of the bed. That’s when it becomes clear to me that he’s been drinking. A lot. “You want it?” he asks. “‘Cause I sure as fuck don’t.”
In one swift tug, Senn jerks the bedsheet from my grasp, exposing my naked body to the cool air and his lecherous eyes before he climbs up on the mattress. Yanking the garter down his arm, he slips it over my right foot and slides it up my leg as far as it will go. When he lowers his head and kisses my inner thigh, I start to melt into the sheets, right before I belatedly remember I’m pissed at him.
“Did Hailey turn you down?” I ask.
Senn’s lips freeze against my
skin, and then he looks up at me with hazy, unfocused eyes. “What?” he asks.
“You went after Hailey, right? But you’re back here alone, so…” Doesn’t take a genius.
His head bows over my thighs, hanging in a sure sign of defeat. “She left hours ago. Mace is taking her to the airport,” he says.
“Uh-huh.” I can’t hold in my giggle. “That’s not the only place Mace has taken her.”
“What does that mean?” Senn bristles, sitting back on his knees with his hands on his hips. His forehead furrows like it does whenever he’s confused, which is fairly often. The facial expression shouldn’t be cute, but it is, because when he scrunches up his forehead, he goes from being a big, bad, macho cage fighter to looking just like one of those sad, wrinkly Shar Pei puppies.
I can’t hold back my laughter at the dog comparison or at the fact that he’s so oblivious. At least I know when men want someone besides me. “Oh, I’m betting Mace’s taken Hailey to Funky Town, all the way downtown, to his bed. You name it, and he has probably taken Hailey there.”
“What?” he asks. “Mace and…and Hailey? No fuckin’ way,” he says, shaking his head continuously like an argumentative toddler.
“Yes way. They could’ve said some vows today based on the way they were looking at each other during the ceremony. And then, during the reception, they both came up from the basement with clothes and hair all disheveled with sex flushes. They’re head over heels, or more specifically heels over her head, if you know what I mean.”
“No,” Senn says louder. “Hailey isn’t…Mace wouldn’t. He’s my-”
“Friend?” I finish for him. “Right, because guys never fuck their friend’s girl.”
“Sonofabitch!” he exclaims, shoving all his fingers through his hair. “They’ve been fucking all week!”
“Congratulations, Sherlock. You’ve cracked the case,” I tell him with a laugh because I refuse to cry in front of him again today, knowing he wants another woman. Once again, Karma is a bitch because God knows I want someone else, too.
But then I watch as Senn’s face and posture fall, and I feel sort of bad. He looks like a child being told the Easter Bunny doesn’t really shit chocolate and peanut butter filled eggs.
“Welcome to the rejected losers’ club,” I say, causing Senn to raise his sad amber eyes back to mine. Odds are our daughter is gonna be full of shit and have brown eyes, too. God I just hope she’s healthy and that I actually get to see her alive and well. “Membership to this exclusive losers’ club includes lots of worthless clichés like there are plenty of other fish in the sea, and we have a top secret handshake.” I waive both of my middle fingers in the air like I just don’t care. I wish I didn’t care.
“She didn’t reject me,” Senn says softly with narrowed eyes. “She said she just wanted to wait and see-”
“More of Mace’s cock?” I finish for him, making his jaw tick at the unfortunate reminder. Okay. So maybe I’m being harsh, but he fucked me and then ran off after someone else he wanted seconds later. I’ve earned my rights to this bitchiness.
“I’ve had about enough of your fucking mouth tonight,” he tells me.
“I concur,” I reply with a sigh. “I need to get dressed and start the five-hour drive back to Cary.” Maybe I should just get a hotel room tonight if I can find one with vacancy during the peak vacation season this late at night. FML.
“You’re not leaving this late,” Senn says in a huff. That’s when I realize he’s started unbuttoning his dress shirt. Once he’s finished, he shrugs out of it and pulls his white cotton tee over his head. Oh, wow. I wish his ridiculously sexy chest and abs were attached to a different head. Still sitting back on his knees, he starts undoing his pants, looking at me with wicked intent, making me grow even wetter.
“What?” I ask him. “You think I’m gonna let you fuck me again after you went chasing another girl before you even finished jizzing inside me? In your drunken dreams, you cocky queef cookie.”
Senn blinks at me a few times before he starts howling with laughter, so hard that he falls over onto the mattress. I actually bounce a few times from the force of his two hundred plus pound frame flopping around next to me. “Cocky…cocky queef…cookie,” he repeats between wails. He is so fucking drunk that he probably has whisky dick anyway. Time for me to go.
I throw my legs over the side of the bed; but before I can stand, there’s a tug on my braid that holds me in place. “No, you don’t,” he says.
I glance over my shoulder, and Senn’s stretched out half-naked on his side. Holy shit. I’m not entirely sure that I didn’t get pregnant from just looking at him. His muscular upper body with chiseled pecs and abs, large boulders for biceps and dark, hooded eyes are a lethal combination. And the worst part is, he knows it. That’s how he’s managed to fuck every single woman within a hundred-mile radius of Havoc.
“Um, I know your brain is tiny since it’s crammed into the head of your cock, but did you forget the part where I just said you’re shit out of luck?” I ask.
He flashes me a sexy, arrogant smirk before giving me his slurred response. “You didn’t say no, and you hit me with one helluva insult. That means you want my cock.”
“What twisted, ass backward logic are you spewing?” I ask him, trying my best not to eye-fuck him.
“Ass backward Abby logic,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and gently hauling me across the bed until my back is against his smooth, warm chest. Gripping my hair in his other fist, he tilts my head to the side until his mouth can cover mine.
I hate myself for kissing him back, but that’s what I do. Blaming pregnancy hormones for making me so needy, I roll over to face him.
“Suck my dick, so I can fuck you,” he says against my lips. Jeez, he’s so romantic. That lovely phrase should be added to conversation hearts, so others can feel the love.
Knowing a blowjob is probably all that can combat the amount of alcohol in his bloodstream, I slide down his body to do as he asks. He pushes on the back of my head, giving me an impatient assist like he thinks I don’t know where his cock is. Finding the appendage in the same place as usual, I wrap my fist around him and speak into it like a microphone because he’s acting like such a dickhead.
“You’re so much bigger than Linc,” I tell Senn, and he grumbles his agreement. “Except for your cock. His is a lot bigger.”
Well, that sure as shit makes him let go of the hold he had on my head. It’s a low blow, I know, but the cocky asshole deserves it. I’ll never admit that sex with Linc was often painful because he was too big for me. I wish Claire lots of luck with that. No, actually I don’t. That’s a complete lie, but I’m working on it.
I’m shocked when Senn actually rolls out of the bed. “You know what?” he says, buttoning his pants as he walks to the door and opens it. “You can sleep in the basement tonight.”
Tears sting my eyes when he leaves the room after banishing me to the basement like I’m an ill-behaving dog. I have been a bitch. So if the shoe fits, I guess I have to wear it.
Chapter Three
Senn
After throwing back three more beers alone in the kitchen, I figure Abby’s had enough time to get the fuck out of my bed and go downstairs. Steam is still practically rising off my skin after the shit she just pulled. It’s one thing for her to want someone else while fucking me, but entirely another when she throws it in my face by insulting me.
First, let me set the record straight. My cock is not small. It’s big, thick and impressive. Some cocks might be bigger, like my best friend’s, but most men have smaller ones. I’m above fucking average, dammit!
Stumbling back into my dark room, I shed my pants, which leads to me ramming an elbow into the wall and nearly falling on my face to remove my shoes. Naked and ready to pass out, I climb in the closest side of the bed and flop down on the pillow. That when I hear it. Snoring. You have got to be fucking kidding!
Reaching over to make sure, yep, I touch h
er bare shoulder, putting an end to the snoring probably because I woke her up.
“You-you can go sleep in the basement, you hairy sack of balls,” Abby mutters softly around a yawn.
Finding the stubborn ass woman in my bed, again, causes the same spark of happiness to sizzle like a firecracker inside my chest. I expected her to vanish after I fucked her, not keep sticking around. She’s infuriating as hell, but the fact that she refuses to leave for whatever reason comforts me in a strange, unfamiliar way. Or maybe she really is just too tired to leave. One way to find out…
Slipping my hand down lower, I cup one of her heavy tits in my palm and massage it, making her whimper. That’s all it takes for my cock to swell. I was bullshitting her earlier about needing her mouth to get me up. I just wanted a blowjob. But now, now I want to fuck.
When Abby rolls to her back and reaches over to grab my cock, I know she’s definitely interested in more than sleeping. Thank fuck because after earlier, I can’t stop thinking about how damn good it felt to be inside her.
“You’re so full of shit,” she says, feeling me ready to go.
“Yeah, well, you’re about to be so full of my big cock.” Sure I’m still pissed at her for the insult, but I think fucking her again will be even better than an apology.
“Mmm,” she moans as she keeps stroking my shaft. “I’m already wet.”
“Already, you little slut?” I ask. And, of course, I have to find out for myself. Letting go of her tit, I trail a hand over her belly and down to her pussy. With her knees up in the air, she spreads her legs to make room for my hand. My fingertips graze her neatly trimmed curls and slip inside her with no resistance. Fuck me. She’s not just wet, her pussy runneth over. There’s gonna be a huge sex spot on the sheets after this round. Good thing I’m leaving in the morning.
Needing to soak my dick in her miniature lake, I mount her, wedging my hips between her thighs and dive right on in. The water is so warm, too. Sinking all the way to the bottom, my pelvis hits hers and then I’m scrambling off her.
