by Jessie Dame
They all gathered in the living room. The couch had a blanket draped over it, and the large floor pillows had been arranged beside it. The coffee table was pushed against the wall. Emma had of course agonized over the room set-up, and she anxiously watched Amy and Ethan survey her handiwork. Ethan gave her a goofy thumbs up and she--god fucking dammit--she blushed. Noah came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“The guy really gets you going, doesn’t he,” he murmured in her ear. Amy offered her a glass of red wine and she gladly took it. She gulped down a mouthful and then set the glass on the table. She laced the fingers of her right hand through Noah’s and leaned her head back for a kiss. She guided his hand gently over her breast and down her stomach, then under her jeans. His fingers pressed lightly at her vulva, easily slipping between her wet lips.
“What do you think,” she whispered. Noah pressed his lips firmly against her hair and she felt his heavy breathing on her ear.
“Are we doing it right?” she asked, locking eyes with Ethan while Noah moved his fingers inside her panties. She parted her lips and closed her eyes. It didn’t take long for Noah to get hard again, and Emma pressed her ass against his erection.
“Not quite,” Amy said, her voice slightly lower than earlier. “I thought I was the one who got to fuck your husband tonight.”
“So what about me?” Emma asked. Noah’s lips trailed gently along her collarbone, and she shuddered as he ran a calloused finger over her clit.
Emma’s eyes snapped open as she was grabbed by the arms and roughly yanked away from Noah. Ethan shoved her into the wall by the couch, being sure to cup the back of her head with his hand so it wouldn’t crack against the drywall. Emma stared at him, eyes wide. He had her pinned against the wall by the wrists and was silently staring into her eyes, obstructing her view of Noah. She heard her husband moan and struggled to see around Ethan, but he pressed her between the wall and his body. Ethan didn’t move, only waited. Emma’s eyes wandered down to his lower lip and she recalled gently tugging on it with her teeth the night before. She descended into the memory and it made her squirm.
From out of her line of vision came another moan from Noah. Hearing him like that seemed to drain the last of her inhibitions, and she leaned forward to catch Ethan in a kiss. He kissed her back with fervor, and she tasted his tongue hot against her own. Ethan released her wrists and held her by the waist. She buried her hands in his messy dark hair and kissed him hard, grinding her hips against his growing erection. She fumbled with her shirt and Ethan laughed lightly as her hair got caught in the collar as she tried to pull it off. His laugh was caught short as he cupped his hands around her breasts. His head moved down to take her nipple into his mouth, and the room opened out before her. She saw Noah with his shirt off, Amy kissing her way down his stomach. He was pulling her hair away from her face and holding it in a rough ponytail. He groaned and leaned his head back, eyes closed. Emma held Ethan’s head to her breast as he traced circles around her nipples, first one, then the other, with his tongue. Emma reached behind her and found the wall with her hand and leaned back against it, her bare shoulder blades digging into the cool surface. Ethan’s hand started at her ankle and slowly traveled up her bare leg, his fingers barely brushing the back of her knee and coming to rest gently under her skirt. She was acutely aware of how close his fingers were to her pussy, and her clit pulsed with the need to be touched.
“Amy,” Emma said. The other woman looked up from where she’d been kissing the line of Noah’s hip. Noah looked at her too, though his mouth was slightly open and he seemed to be having a difficult time focusing on her face.
“Amy,” Emma said again, forcing Ethan’s head down with hands in his hair. “Suck Noah’s cock.”
Amy’s smile was immediate and wry. “With pleasure,” she said, and with that Ethan slid his fingers past Emma’s panties and inserted them into her pussy. She gasped louder this time.
“Oh my god,” she said. Ethan moved his fingers slowly inside her. She watched Amy unbuckle her husband’s belt, a painstakingly slow process. Noah couldn’t stand still, massaging Amy’s scalp with his fingers. He and Emma locked eyes. Amy tugged Noah’s jeans down and Noah took a deep breath, but he didn’t look away from Emma. Emma felt her nipples pucker all over again as Amy pressed her soft lips to Noah’s boxers. Amy slowly, gently pulled them down to expose his cock, hard and swollen.
Ethan removed his hand from Emma’s panties to pull them down with her skirt, and then he grabbed her ass in the same bruising way as the night before. Emma watched her husband, mouth hanging open, as Amy wet her lips with her tongue and pushed Noah’s cock into her mouth. Noah shuddered and his eyes closed, and Ethan’s tongue flicked over Emma’s clit. She nearly collapsed, catching herself on his shoulders. Noah met her eyes again and they each watched the other, every moan or wince of pleasure transferred between them. As Amy’s head began to bob in a rhythm, taking Noah’s cock into her mouth and then sucking on it as she withdrew, only to plunge forward again, Ethan pressed his mouth against Emma’s pussy more aggressively. He licked her long, from the opening to the tip of her clit, where he pressed his tongue against her and began to suck. Emma felt the pressure building inside her, every tingle gathering in her clit. Her knees began to wobble. Ethan pulled away for a moment, much to Emma’s disappointment.
“I love you, Amy,” he said, his voice low and husky. Amy moaned in response and did something that made Noah swear. Then Ethan pressed his lips to Emma’s pussy again and his tongue stroked her clit until she was bucking against his face, holding him by his hair hard enough to hurt. Her moans got louder and more high-pitched and Noah looked right at her, his eyes wide and mouth twisted in pleasure. He ate up every sound as Emma arched her back and let the waves of pleasure wash outwards from her clit.
“Oh god,” she said, her voice high and small. “Oh god oh god oh god!”
She came hard with another man’s mouth on her pussy, and Noah looked as though he was about to die from arousal.
“A--Amy,” he stuttered. “I’m going to… I’m going to come…”
Amy’s rapidly bobbing head slowed to a crawl, and then she kissed the tip of his cock as she withdrew. “No you’re not,” she said, producing a condom from her back pocket. “You’re going to ram your cock into my wet pussy and come inside me while my husband fucks your wife like a dog.”
“Yes, please,” Emma whimpered, still heaving from her orgasm. Ethan stood up and grabbed a fistful of her hair, then forcibly bent her forward over the arm of the couch. She felt tears gathering in the corners of her eyes as she waited for Ethan to undo his pants. “Please, please fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
Amy had torn off her own shirt and Noah was on his knees, kissing her through her jeans as he worked to undo them. He pulled them down and put his hand between her legs. It came away wet.
“Lay down,” she ordered him, and he lay back on the pillows. She knelt over him and then looked at Ethan, whose cock was hovering dangerously close to Emma’s pussy, occasionally brushing it with the tip as he tried to stand steady. “Are you ready?” Amy asked him.
“So fucking ready,” he said. Emma watched Amy straddle Noah and slowly, slowly slide herself down onto his cock. At the same time Emma felt Ethan entering her from behind, filling her up and going in deep. Ethan reached around to grope her breasts and voraciously kissed the back of her neck, his teeth occasionally scraping along her skin. Her knuckles on the arm of the couch were white, and she groaned at every thrust. She watched Noah’s hands as they gripped Amy’s hips. Emma caught glimpses of Noah’s cock, red and glistening, between thrusts. He slipped a hand between Amy’s legs to play with her clit as she rode him.
“Oh yes,” Amy said, tossing her head back. Her mouth was open and her eyes closed. She braced her hands on Noah’s knees as she rode him harder and faster.
“Bet you want to fuck her next,” Ethan growled in Emma’s ear. Emma tried to respond, but the sounds she made
didn’t form words. “She’d love to taste that pussy. Maybe next time we can share…”
Amy leaned down and whispered something to Noah, but Emma couldn’t hear. Whatever it was pushed Noah over the edge. He threw his head back in spasms and dig his fingers into Amy’s hips, slamming her down on his cock so he could come deep inside her. The view was enough to get Emma there too, and she writhed and spasmed as Ethan came as well, trembling above her. Amy started out with a moan and ended in a scream before collapsing on top of Noah, her hair strewn over his chest. Emma’s bangs were stuck to her forehead with sweat and she could feel Ethan’s slick chest resting against her back. The only sound was their panting, which slowly evened out as they caught their breath. Into the silence, Emma spoke.
“Next time,” she agreed.
Command Me
The raindrops were pounding hard at the window and for once, peering at the storm outside, Anna was glad she was all warm and comfortable in the bookstore. She tugged mindlessly at her ID card hanging from her neck, as she used to do when there was nothing to take care of, and her mind drifted away. A sudden sound distracted her; she turned her head sharply in the direction of the door. A tall man had just entered. He seemed visibly distraught, thoroughly soaked and clearly unused to finding himself in such state. Anna should have approached him and offered her assistance, but she found herself bizarrely mesmerized, unable to turn her gaze away. His dark hair, an unbelievably deep shade of black due to all the rain, was plastered to his forehead. His brown eyes narrowed into watchful slits as he studied his surroundings with concentration. Hadn’t he seen a damn bookstore in his life?! Why would he glare at the shelves as if analyzing a battlefield? Anna shook her head. Out of nowhere, a surge of fear overtook her. Why did she care at all? There seemed to be no way for her to direct her focus towards something that wasn’t him. Just as he shook the rain off, she blinked quickly and decided that she wasn’t going to let this peculiar stranger control her without even trying. She wanted to regain her composure first, but – the valiant woman that she was – she decided to take care of it on her way. The man set his gaze on her as soon as she took the first step in his direction.
‘May I help you?’ she spoke up before she had even come close enough and it came off as forced and unnatural. The few seconds she spent waiting for him to react seemed an eternity and as his lips parted, she froze in place, awaiting a verdict.
‘Not really,’ he replied, and if she had been frozen before, now she turned into an ice statue. His voice had been deep and low, it kept on resonating through Anna’s mind for a good minute. Why would he just ignore her like that?! … And why did she care at all?
Disgusted at her unlikely attitude more than at the captivating stranger’s indifference, she headed towards the cash desk to check if too many customers hadn’t accumulated in the line. Her boss would kill her; Anna was already on the verge of getting fired. She couldn’t bring herself to tend to such mundane duties as directing people towards the mystery section twenty times a day. What good had her English Lit degree done her? It must have been a man as handsome as the fascinating customer for whom Shakespeare had written his sonnets… God damn it! She was not going to lose her mind like that, was she? She noticed that Jenny, the only coworker of hers with a decent sense of humor, was trying to keep up with a constantly augmenting overflow of book-wielding queue fighters. Anna positioned herself in the second available check out. Jenny sent a grateful smile towards her. Anna winked back, but she quickly put herself on guard again as she noticed a swift, dark movement out of the corner of her eye. She directed her face towards the customer… And she felt overwhelmingly shattered at the sight, there he was, his eyes locked onto hers, his hair unbelievably well-groomed, hadn’t he been soaked to the skin two minutes before? An exciting aura of dominance seemed to surround him.
‘How may I help you?’ Anna exclaimed, her voice shaky and hoarse.
‘Your number,’ he replied. He put an open book in front of her, its front page inviting her to put the pen to it. She looked at the man with a mixture of fear and excitement. ‘My name is Cole,’ he added, the murmur barely audible. Weirdly, it seemed even more beguiling than the whiteness before her eyes, tabula rasa waiting for corruption. She peered right, then left, no one watching her. Something abandoned her and she felt empty as she scribbled her number on the book; his crooked smile was the only goodbye on offer. Cole closed the book. The first thing that made her feel a warm, pulsing between her legs was the golden “De Sade” printed on the cover; the second, his finger’s strong grasp on the tome, a thick signet ring on the middle one – the same shade as the letters which made her realize what she felt was desire.
Had she just written down her number in some stranger’s book?
What the hell?
She had been toying with her smartphone for a good hour; the sun had already managed to hide itself behind the horizon and, slowly, it was getting dark. What to do? He had texted her and she hadn’t been able to let go of the smartphone ever since. ‘It’s me,’ the message read. Who else could it have been? There was no point in postponing the inevitable; a mixture of both resignation and strength flushed over her. She called back.
Less than an hour had passed and there he was; the doorbell rang and she ran to the entrance. She barely avoided tripping on the stairs, her heels were probably a bit too high, but there was no time, no time. She opened the door and froze in place. She didn’t know the man.
‘Miss Anna, I presume?’
She didn’t have more than a nod to offer. The suited man led her to the road and she felt even more speechless as she noticed a lavish black limousine parked next to her house; she glanced sideways and smirked, thinking about the neighbors’ jealous stares.
Cole was her dreams come true, it seemed. His suited comrade was his chauffeur and the limo was far from having been rented to impress her. On the contrary, according to Cole, there were five more in his garage. The best part, however, was that he didn’t boast it. All he did was answer her questions. Luxury seemed like his natural habitat where he felt like a duck in the water, all grace and smiles, but that wasn’t all; oh, when he opened his mouth… literature, politics, philosophy, religion; there was not a subject on which he couldn’t elaborate with finest words. They may have eaten in the most expensive restaurant there was in the city and he may have worn a suit worth more than her yearly salary, but she didn’t even notice. She just spoke, listened, sent clever ripostes down his way and received some back… And gazed into his eyes. Wasn’t it destiny?
She sent a dirty smile, his way as their lips parted; they were already on her driveway, ready – as ready as they would ever be, which was not at all - to say their goodbyes. Staring deeply into his eyes, biting on her lip in the process, she felt for the bulge in his pants. She would have frozen in place for the third time, but fortunately, she was already sitting; what kind of God was it that stacked all the virtues on one man’s shoulders? Wealth, intelligence, attractiveness, alright… but an addition in form of huge junk? Anna was hooked.
She wasn’t perfectly sure why, but wasn’t all that surprised at it either – the good byes didn’t quite happen or, at least, they got postponed until after breakfast. She could feel him shudder under the touch of her hungry fingers as she kissed him, but his strong shoulders about her never let her feel in control; his face felt smooth on hers, his tongue fierce between her lips. She’d melt if he didn’t stop… And he hadn’t actually done that much already, had he? Anna felt his fingertips on her back, unzipping her dress. Protesting was the last thing on her mind. Cole wasn’t the first macho man with whom she had fucked, but he was the first to live up to the name: no fiddling, no pseudo-jokey pleads for help to which men often had to resort when a simple bra proved too much to handle. Cole had skill and he had no reason not to flaunt it. The zip done with, Cole grabbed Anna and lifted her into the air. She gasped for breath, lusting for him to never let go. With someone else, she might have laughed or ob
jected, but with him… There was no way for Cole to know where the bed was, but he carried her straight to it. Firm but gentle, he settled her down; she lay on her stomach and felt him, moving her loose hair out of the way and caressing her neck in the process. He bent over her; Anna could feel his body pressed hard against hers… and pressing was definitely not the only thing that could be described as hard.
A waterfall of kisses flowed down her spine. She trembled, a passionate warmth filling her body, but all that was brought to a sudden stop when she felt his teeth doing away with her bra clasp. With some help on his part, she slid out of her dress. Then she felt Cole standing up. Unable to understand why he would leave her like that, naked except for her panties – black and with lace, as she was not only brave, but also far-sighted to that – she looked up. There he was, standing over her and sizing her up; in his gaze, power and admiration. Never ceasing to look her straight in the eye, he took off his jacket. His stare made her feel so much smaller. Anna crept closer to him, a part of her wishing to put up a challenge, the other part – to be subdued. She placed her palm on the hardness behind his legs, caressed it and then gently squeezed. Hearing his breath quicken was the only aphrodisiac she needed; where she had been moist just a minute ago, there was now a slippery deluge, paradoxically equivalent to the flame of desire.
Anna had never been particularly good with buttons, but, seemingly inspired by Cole’s prowess, she did away with his pants with speed and skill. There was something Greek about him, she noticed, his body sculpted like an antique statue, his raven hair a Stygian halo about his brow. Anna’s right hand began undoing his shirt while her left one took the pleasure of tracing the tight knots of his stomach muscles one after another. She felt his hand stroking her head. She knew what that meant, but still, it surprised her when her face was buried in the fabric tightly covering his firm manhood. She found the taste of his pre-cum soaking through his boxers incredibly arousing as she kissed and licked him. She decided there wasn’t any point in doing away with his shirt, and shifted all her focus towards untangling his cock from the unnecessary underwear. Her mouth dropped open at the size of it, the veiny beauty, all hers. She got a firm hold of its base with her hand, stroking rhythmically, and began caressing the tip with her tongue, letting the phallus enter her mouth once in a while, although there was no way more than half of it could ever fit.
