by Sam Mariano
Tonight when she climbs into my bed, I’m more like a lover than a debt collector. I bring her close, bending my head to lavish attention on the breast I didn’t kiss before.
I love the way she tangles her fingers in my hair and holds my head close to her breast. I love the little sounds she makes when I tease her nipple, the way her body arches up off the bed when I break away and start kissing my way lower. I kiss her all over, running my lips across her smooth, taut skin. It reminds me how young she is, and that should do more to kill my arousal, but fuck it. She’s legal.
She twists away as I kiss below her belly button and then lower.
“Brant,” she says quietly, looking down at me.
I move between her legs first, then peek up at her. “Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m about to eat your pussy,” I state plainly. “Why?”
Her whole body seems to flush. “You don’t have to do that.”
“You sucked my dick last night, didn’t you?”
“Well, yeah,” she says.
“So it’s your turn, isn’t it?”
“I don’t…I don’t know. You don’t have to, anyway,” she says, shaking her head.
I cock my head curiously. “Have you not had your pussy eaten before?”
“I—” Her furious blush deepens. “No, and it seems…I mean, I wouldn’t want to do that, so you don’t have to.”
“You’re a straight woman—I wouldn’t expect you to want to do that,” I acknowledge. “I’m a straight man, and I very much want to do that. You’re not gonna deny me what I want, now, are you?”
She still looks unsure, but I know she won’t for long once I get my mouth on her pussy, so I ignore her objections, spread her pretty thighs, and lightly run my tongue right along her entrance.
“Oh!” Her legs jerk, and I wrap my arm around one thigh to keep it anchored while I work. I lick her again before stabbing my tongue inside her and drawing another startled noise out of her. “Oh, God,” she murmurs as I lick along her pussy, exploring the tight little hole I can’t wait to fuck.
I’ll be damned if she’s not wet enough tonight.
Once I’ve lapped her up and explored her whole pussy, I focus in on her clit. A tremor travels through her body the first time my tongue flicks it. She tenses, her tummy muscles tightening as she lifts up, pushing herself against my face.
I grab her hips to keep them where I want them since she won’t stop moving and strum her clit like an instrument I’ve spent my whole life studying. She loses control pretty fast, arching up off the bed and crying out loudly. Her cry drags on, her head thrown back, her eyes closed as her body convulses in rapture.
Finally, she falls back against the bed, breathless and sated. She lets out these little satisfied half-sighs, half-gasps, like she can’t believe how good it felt.
“Wow,” she murmurs. “Wow.”
I smirk, climbing back up beside her. “Not so awkward, now, was it?”
“Oh my God,” she says, turning and burying her face in my chest. “That was incredible. That was amazing. I… Wow.” She presses her lips to my bare chest, kissing me. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” I tell her, lightly rubbing my hand down her back.
In response, her hand snakes down between my legs and she grasps my cock. “Oh, but I do.”
I’m a little shocked when she pushes me down on my back, straddles me, and guides my cock to her pussy. I watch her mouth open and her eyes close as she lowers herself, taking me inside her inch by glorious inch.
On instinct, my eyes close as my cock slides into her hot tightness, but I open them just a second later, not wanting to miss the sight of her pretty tits bouncing while she rides me. She starts slowly, her body still tight and resisting. It doesn’t look like it hurts her, but she moves like it’s uncomfortable at first. Once she lifts herself up and lowers back onto my cock a few times, her body seems to adjust.
Alyssa plants her hands on the sides of my waist, looking down at me with her golden hair all around her shoulders. A few strands cover her tits, but I can see her hard little nipples peeking out as they jostle with the movements of her body.
This is fucking paradise. There’s so much I want to look at, I can’t even take it all in. It’s hard to look away from her tits, her beautiful, perfect fucking tits, but everything else is just as appealing. I look her over greedily, like she’s a delicacy that’ll be gone soon and I need to devour her while I still can.
And she is. That’s a sobering thought. It’d be depressing as hell, if not for the beautiful blonde riding my cock right now, looking like every fantasy a man could possibly conjure.
Fuck.
I let her ride me for a while longer so I can enjoy the phenomenal view, but when she starts to slow down and bends to pepper my chest with kisses, I grab her hips, pull her off my cock, and throw her down on her side of the bed.
She gasps in surprise and looks up at me. I switch positions and come right down on top of her. I grab her long, shapely legs, absently kissing her soft skin when it’s near enough, then I drape them over my shoulders. I use one hand to lift her hips, the other to guide my cock to her pussy, then I drive forward, drawing a groan out of her as I slide all the way in with one smooth thrust.
“Oh! Mm, I like that,” she murmurs thickly.
“Yeah?”
She nods, closing her eyes. “You feel so good inside me, Brant.”
I lean down closer, pushing my fingers through her long golden locks and bringing my forehead against hers as I move inside her. “Your pussy is actual paradise. It’s not like paradise—it is paradise. I could die here and not have a single complaint.”
“I might have a complaint or two. Don’t die while you’re fucking me, because that would be super hard to forget and I would probably never have sex again.”
I laugh a little, shaking my head at her. “I’m not that old, don’t worry.”
Alyssa rolls her eyes at me. “I wasn’t calling you old.”
“I’m a little old,” I admit, “just not that old.”
Shaking her head as she reaches out and threads her fingers through my hair, she tells me, “You’re not old, you’re experienced, and I like what I’m seeing of your skill set tonight.”
That startles another little laugh out of me. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed while fucking anybody before, but it’s surprisingly nice to feel that comfortable with someone I’m so attracted to. “Oh yeah?”
“Mm-hmm,” she murmurs, nodding and touching our foreheads again.
I tilt her hips and make her like it a little more as I slide my cock back and forth inside her. Alyssa responds so well, wrapping her arms around me and meeting my hips thrust for thrust. I know she doesn’t have a whole lot of experience, but what she lacks in skill, she more than makes up for with enthusiasm.
I drive into her over and over, collecting all her sounds of pleasure, focusing on her as much as I can when my mind is splintering apart. She’s so fucking noisy, and I love it. She gasps and she whimpers, she cries out and digs her hands into the bedding. She acts like I’m driving her as crazy as she’s driving me until finally her cries turn desperate and her pleasure reaches its peak.
I pound into her furiously, my whole body quaking with pleasure as she comes apart with me inside her. Her slick pussy convulses around my dick, wringing out wave after wave of bliss. The guttural sounds I’m making join her cries of satisfaction when I thrust deep and fill her full of my cum.
Tonight, Alyssa’s arms come around me naturally as I collapse on top of her, no hesitation or uncertainty. I rest my head on her soft breast, listening to the steady thumping of her heart as she tries to catch her breath after her orgasm.
I can’t believe last night I had ideas about stopping that heart, and now, here I lie, wrapped in her arms after fucking her—and she wanted it.
“That was amazing,” Alyssa says, snuggling me close.
I’m too sated to say much, but my lips curve up and I offer back, “Glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“So much,” she murmurs, closing her eyes.
I close my eyes for a moment, too. Alyssa’s fingers move through my hair absently, tenderly, and the foreign sensation of peace tugs at me. I could fall asleep right here on top of her with my cock still inside her and her playing with my hair, and I’d be perfectly content.
After a few minutes, I move, not wanting to crush her beneath my weight any longer. Tonight she’s not shy or uncertain, so she doesn’t wait for an invitation—she scoots over and snuggles up against my side, resting her head on my bicep and curling her slender arm around my waist.
I can’t believe the difference between last night and tonight. I can’t believe how receptive she is to a man she didn’t even pick for herself. I practically demanded she fuck me, and inside of 24 hours, she’s curled up against me, naked and sated, content as a kitten like I’m the man she’s dating instead of the man who put a gun to her temple just yesterday.
I’d like to think it’s this natural for her for the same reason it’s so natural for me—whatever that reason may be—but a little doubt tickles at the back of my mind. Theo’s words about his experience with her come floating back, reminding me how accommodating she was for him, how it “just happened” the first time and then she went along with whatever he wanted afterward.
The more I think about it, the more it worries me.
Is she letting me fuck her because she actually wants it, or does she just not know how to say no? Her upbringing wasn’t the greatest; that’s pretty clear. She undoubtedly has a mess of emotional issues, and what if this is part of it? What if she’s this susceptible to anyone who wants to fuck her, even if she’s not really interested?
That makes me feel worse than holding a gun on her and making her take my cock would have. If she doesn’t know any better, am I taking advantage of her in the worst kind of way? Preying on a young, damaged girl who simply doesn’t know how to stand up for herself?
That feels all kinds of wrong. She shifts beside me to get more comfortable, and I look over at her.
“Hey,” I say softly, trying to get her attention.
She looks up at me with her big, trusting eyes. “Hey, back.”
I swallow, looking away from her for a split second, then bringing my gaze back to hers. “I know I said a lot of things last night,” I begin.
“Things like what?”
“Things like… what I said about you making it worth keeping you around.”
“Oh. Yes, I remember,” she says, like we’re reviewing a lesson she learned in school. “What about it?”
“You know that doesn’t really apply now, right? I mean, I changed my mind about hurting you. I don’t want to do that, so… if you want to tell me no, you can. If you don’t feel like having sex with me, all you have to do is tell me that.”
“I did feel like having sex with you tonight,” she tells me earnestly.
“I know.” I pick up her hand and bring it to my lips, absently kissing it. “I know you did. I just want to make sure you understand, when I—or any other man—want to have sex with you… you don’t have to do it. You know that, right?”
“Well, I think when that man has a gun and he’s threatening to kill me, I probably should,” she disagrees. “I know some people are like ‘Better to die with my dignity!’ but personally, I’d rather live. Plus, I don’t think having sex costs me any dignity. Maybe some people don’t value their lives much or have more stubborn pride than I do, but if it comes down to letting someone fuck me or getting myself killed, I’m going to let someone fuck me 10 out of 10 times.”
I grimace, even though I can’t fault her for that. “I feel bad about that now. I thought you were—I like you too much to have started things off that way.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she assures me kindly, draping her arm around my waist again. “Consider yourself off the hook.”
“You didn’t deserve to be treated that way,” I insist.
Shrugging, she says, “I did something really bad and you were trying to protect someone you love. I understand why you were angry.”
“That doesn’t justify what I did,” I say, needing to know she gets it.
“Why do we have to talk about it?” she asks, peering up at me. “It feels like circumstances have changed, right? So, we can pivot and move on.”
“Because I need to know you’re not just lying in my bed right now because you’re easy to take advantage of,” I blurt.
Her brow furrows and she scowls up at me. “Easy to take advantage of?” she questions slowly, an edge to her tone.
“Were you in love with Theo?” I ask her.
Her brow furrows even more and she asks a little defensively, “What does that have to do with this?”
“Just answer the question.”
She frowns at me and starts to pull away. “No, I wasn’t in love with Theo.”
“Then why did you have sex with him?”
Moving all the way to her side of the bed so she’s not touching me, she flings back, “Have you been in love with every woman you’ve ever had sex with?”
“Well, no.”
“Then why should I have to be?” she demands, clearly offended. “What kind of fucked-up double standard is that?”
“That’s not what I meant,” I say, scooting closer to her side since she left mine. “I’m just trying to understand why and how it happened. Neither of you have given me a very clear picture. He says it just happened and you say you weren’t in love with him, but Theo wasn’t just some random man you met. I might not have been in love with every woman I’ve had sex with, but none of them were married, either. Obviously, that changes things. It wasn’t a casual, easy hook-up. It carried a lot of risk for a lot of people, and I want to know what made you take a risk like that if it wasn’t love. You’re not a selfish or vicious person. Now that I’ve met you, I can’t see you being thoughtless enough to do something like this without realizing all the people it could hurt, and I can’t see you not caring about that. It doesn’t make sense that you’d do something like that without… some kind of reason. What is it? Fill in the blank for me, help me understand.”
I can see there’s something on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn’t share it. She sits up in the bed, bringing her knees close to her chest and wrapping her arms around them protectively, but she doesn’t say a word.
“I won’t get mad,” I offer since she knows this is a sore subject for me. “I know someone I love is involved, but I’m not listening to react for Bri. I’m listening to understand you, and I promise I won’t get mad at you for telling me the truth.”
“Yes, you will. You may think that now, but once I tell you, you won’t like it.”
“I just want to understand your side, that’s all. I know there are three sides to every story. I have pieces of his, now give me some of yours.”
“I like to feel needed,” she states, quickly looking over at me to gauge my reaction. “You won’t like hearing this because he’s married to your sister, but there’s something he’s not getting at home. I’m not blaming Bri or saying he was right to search for it anywhere else, and I’m certainly not saying it made it all right for me to sleep with him. I’m not justifying anything that happened, I’m just explaining.”
Since she’s already so defensive, I nod patiently to let her know I understand.
“To be perfectly honest, now that I know what an asshole he is, I don’t even care if he’s not happy, but… you asked, and the reason is, he’s not happy, and I felt like I made him happy for just a little bit. I thought if no one ever had to find out, maybe it couldn’t hurt anyone. You can think it’s stupid or thoughtless all you want, but I truly never thought Bri would find out. I never wanted to hurt her. I wasn’t okay with the idea of hurting her, and I just thought it could be a secret. I didn’t even think it would happen again after that first time, but then…
I don’t know, once that floodgate was open he seemed to think he could dip back into it whenever he wanted. It wasn’t my intention and I knew the potential consequences got worse each time after, but I didn’t know what to do. Theo was older and more mature than me, or so I thought. It was his family on the line, so I figured he must have it under control if he kept doing it. Now I think maybe I gave him too much credit, but I didn’t know what he was really like back then.” Shrugging, she says, “Anyway, you asked why, and that’s why. I’m sorry I don’t have a better reason for you, but there isn’t a good one. Maybe being in love with him would’ve been a better one, but I never was. I liked him, I was attracted to him, sure, but not in love.”
I’m not trying to bury her under guilt. I don’t expect her to make perfect decisions at her age—God knows I didn’t—but I also want to make sure she’s learning from this mistake. At the risk of really pissing her off, I ask, “How do you think you’d feel if your husband cheated on you?”
“I’m sure I’d be devastated,” she answers, looking over at me. “But Theo didn’t cheat on her because of me. Bri got cheated on because she’s married to a shitty man with no loyalty to anyone but himself. If it hadn’t been me, it would have been someone else. I did not tempt that man to stray—he practically threw himself at me.”
Well, I don’t disagree with any of that. My sister is married to a weak, shitty man, and I wish like hell she would’ve listened to me when I told her I had a bad feeling about him before she made any vows.
“Would you cheat on your husband if you felt like something was missing from your relationship?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“No, of course not,” she answers, shaking her head. “I’d probably just tell him what’s missing and we’d try to find it together—but I’d also never marry anyone I didn’t respect and have an open, safe connection with. I don’t think Bri and Theo have any of that. I don’t think he’s comfortable telling her what he’s feeling, and I’m not sure Theo actually has respect for anyone, now that I’ve seen different sides of him. I think Theo might just be a spoiled child, and Bri’d be better off if he got run over by a freight train.”