Hardcore Vanilla

by Golden Angel

  Smiling wickedly, Sharon spread her legs even more so that he could see straight up between her thighs to her freshly shaven pussy.

  "Fucking hell, Sharon!" He looked almost shell-shocked as his eyes raked over her. Talk about being good for a lady's ego. Especially since he'd been hell on her ego so many times since they'd met.

  She preened under the positive attention, feeling more than a little smug.

  Arching, she pressed her legs back together and stretched out, thrusting her breasts upwards as she let out a long, sensual sigh. Man, it was fun to tease. Flirt. Entice. Come on, you know you want me.

  Captain Caveman pounced.

  Hard body against hers, pushing her legs back open, hands coming down on either side of her head and caging her in, his eyes glittered above hers for a moment before his lips descended. Sharon slid her hands over his bare skin as she kissed him enthusiastically.

  Oh man... her drunken memories did not do justice to what a good kisser he was. His tongue swept against hers as his body rocked, pushing her skirt up much higher so that the crotch of his jeans rubbed against her pussy. Sharon moaned against his lips as a hot shudder went through her.

  She loved a man with a good throw down.

  His hands moved down to her breasts, squeezing them roughly enough to satisfy the little bit of masochist that she was. Her nipples ached for the same treatment and she arched her back, thrusting them up into his palms. The fabric of her dress somewhat muffled the sweep of his thumbs over the sensitive buds, and the contact wasn't nearly enough.

  Please, sir, may I have some more...

  Sharon nipped at his lower lip, loving the growling noise he made deep in his throat in response. She moaned again as he rocked his hips. The material of his jeans was rough against her sensitive folds and clit and she could feel the bulge of his erection rock hard against that.

  Then he pulled his mouth away from hers and started kissing down her chest, his fingers coming up to pull down the front of her dress and baring her breasts to him. The roll of tight fabric pushed them up to practically porn star heights; something Sharon wasn't going to complain about, not when he was latching his mouth onto her nipple and sucking the sensitive nub hard while his fingers gently pinched the other one.

  "Harder," she begged, sliding her hands into his hair and bucking slightly beneath him. "Please, Jake, harder... oh fuck yes..."

  His teeth scraped over her nipple, biting down gently as his fingers tightened, and Sharon writhed. When he switched sides, she tugged on his hair slightly and he growled under his breath.

  Not a dom, he said, but a second later she had both of her wrists pinned above her head, held down by one strong hand, so that he could do as he pleased without her interfering. And Sharon fucking loved it.

  "Fuck me, Jake, I want to feel you inside me... I want your cock to stretch me open and-"

  He groaned, lifting his head from her breast with a slightly dazed look in his eyes. "Now I understand why Stronghold has gags."

  "What, you don't like dirty talk?" she asked, pouting at him.

  "I like it too much," he admitted, rising over her. Sharon whimpered a little as he removed the delicious weight of his body from between her legs. There was a wet spot on the front of his jeans from where she'd been rubbing herself against him, and he quickly stripped them off. She wondered if she should take off her dress, but he was already crawling back onto the bed again – this time in the reverse direction so that they were in classic sixty-nine position.

  ******

  If she wanted to use her mouth, she could do something useful with it.

  Jake pried her thighs wide open with his hands as he lowered his cock to her lips, groaning slightly as he felt her tongue flick out and lick along the sensitive crown. One of her hands wrapped around the base, her fingers squeezing tightly enough to feel fucking fantastic as the tip slid between her lips into the wet heat of her mouth.

  He dipped his head down to her bare pussy, swiping his tongue down the center of her slick folds and enjoying the vibrations along his cock as she moaned around it.

  For a supposed submissive, Sharon could be a bossy little thing. On the other hand, she liked being manhandled too. That was something Jake could definitely do. He moved his hips, thrusting into her mouth a little deeper, trusting that she would let him know if he went too far - and the hand she had gripping his shaft should help that too.

  It wasn't that Jake didn't like her dirty talk, but he did like being in charge, and she had been on the verge of making him lose control with just a few words. Maybe because he'd been fantasizing about her all day, maybe because this time he was totally sober, maybe just because he really fucking liked a dirty girl in bed... but he wasn't going to let her get her way that easily.

  He kept his hands on her thighs, holding them wide so he had full access to her sweet pussy, allowing him to lick, tease, and nibble at his pleasure. The muffled noises she made around his cock felt fantastic, but that was nothing compared to when she moved her hand away as his cock was moving down into her mouth, and suddenly he was sliding all the way down her throat.

  Jake's knees buckled, and he shoved two of his fingers into her pussy as he struggled for control over his wayward body. The muscles of her throat worked around his cock, enticing him to stay, before he managed to pull back up, worried about choking her or cutting off her airway for too long. It took a supreme effort of will but he rolled off of her, although he kept his fingers inside of her, pumping them slightly as he looked down at her.

  Her dress was bunched around her waist now, the rest of her body on display with her stockings, garters, and heels making her look supremely sexy. The garters framed her pink pussy where his fingers were buried currently, the mounds of her breasts were tipped with the hard buds of her nipples, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were swollen from sucking his cock. She arched as he twisted his fingers inside of her, thrusting her breasts up even more as she pressed her pussy against his hand.

  Need coursed through him and he pulled his hand from her pussy so he could completely remove her dress leaving her wearing nothing but the garter belt, stockings and heels. With her hair already tousled, her pussy glossy with arousal, and her expression filled with anticipation, she looked like a verifiable sex goddess.

  Jake hooked her knees with his arms, spreading her wide and bending her body nearly in half as he lined his cock up with her pussy.

  "First time is gonna be hard and fast," he warned her. She was wet enough to take it and he didn't have it in him to hold back for this round.

  Next round, he’d go slower. Probably.

  "I'd like a little less talk and a lot more action," she shot back at him, practically singing the words to the tune of the song.

  Then she cried out as he thrust in, hard and fast, burying himself inside of her as he leaned down to take her mouth in a rough kiss.

  ******

  The delicious burn of Jake's cock sliding inside of her had Sharon tilting her hips upwards to meet his thrust, her hands coming up to wrap around his neck as he kissed her. The kiss was hot, deep, and almost primal as his hips began to move.

  Despite his warning, he didn't just start pounding away. Nope, he used long, slow strokes, taking the time to grind against her sensitive pussy lips every time he sheathed himself inside of her. Sharon moaned, lifting her ass as best she could in this position - which wasn't much. He grunted as he lifted his head slightly, giving him better leverage to thrust in deep.

  "Oh, fuck yes..."

  Her nails dug into his shoulders as she squirmed underneath him, pinned by his weight. Jake's hands slid under her ass, lifting her so that he could surge even deeper inside of her and Sharon cried out at how freaking good it felt.

  That was when he started to really fuck her, hard and fast, just like he'd said. Sharon was already primed for orgasm. The whole day had felt like one long tease and she hadn't needed nearly as much foreplay as he'd given her. She clung onto him for dear life
as her body clamped down around him, waves of ecstasy rising as her clit began to throb with each thrust of his cock.

  "Jake! Oh fuck... Fuck me, Jake, I'm coming!"

  His low groan felt like it reverberated through her body as she screamed her climax, tumbling through the rapture of his cock still moving inside of her. A few moments later he followed, burying himself inside of her and holding himself in place as he shuddered, emptying himself into her. Her muscles clenched around him, extending the pleasure for both of them, and leaving them both panting.

  Resting his forehead against hers, Jake let her legs slide down into place, and Sharon let out a little sigh of relief. She was pretty flexible, but it still felt better to be able to just go limp like this than when she was folded in half.

  "Give me a second to get cleaned up and then we can have a drink and a snack," Jake said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

  "A drink and a snack?" she echoed questioningly, blinking at him in slight confusion as he pushed himself up and off of her, heading to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

  "Yeah," he said, looking over his shoulder. He winked. "We're going to need it before round two."

  Chapter 4

  Sharon woke up in the middle of the night with the urge to pee.

  Unfortunately, she realized, she also needed to get out of Jake's apartment. Quietly, she groaned as she made herself get up. The man knew how to give her pussy a workout.

  Round two had been a lot of fun. They'd had water, cheese, and crackers, and then Jake had pulled her ass to the edge of the couch so he could eat her pussy to his heart's content. Then he'd bent her over the arm of the couch and brought her to yet another screaming orgasm... She'd tried to dirty talk him then too and earned herself an impromptu spanking (not a hard one, just enough for her to thoroughly enjoy it) and a long, slow screw that had her begging by the end of it.

  Then they'd retired to his bed for round number three and a little experimenting with bondage. Jake had tied her hands to the bed and then enjoyed having her at his mercy before finally fucking her into oblivion. She hadn't meant to fall asleep. Fuck buddies weren't really supposed to do overnights - at least, not the way she'd ever done them - but she'd been exhausted by the time he was done with her. And supremely satisfied. And totally limp.

  He was going to ruin her for all future fuck-buddy experiences, damn him. Normally guys who wanted to do the casual thing just wanted a quick fuck, a booty call, both parties get off and then a goodbye. With Jake... Either he had a lot of pent-up sexual frustration to work off or she'd finally found a guy whose libido rivaled hers.

  It was a little unnerving that tonight had been just as good as New Year's Eve, even without the alcohol giving the evening a nice haze. In the back of her head, she'd kind of believed that he couldn't possibly be as good as she remembered. But stone cold sober... He might be even better.

  Like, addictively good.

  Tip-toeing around, she managed to get dressed and out the door. There was a part of her that wanted to slip back into bed and pretend she'd never woken up but...

  That wouldn't be keeping things casual.

  Even if she tried to excuse it by saying she just wanted to see if he was into morning sex, she'd know the real reason was that she liked sleeping all cuddled up to him. Definitely not something she should want from Jake Standish of all people. He might be a good cuddler, but that was too close to the romance-y side of things.

  It would be one thing if she'd done it on accident, but she couldn't let herself get back into bed with him once she'd woken up. Besides, she honestly didn't know if she could take a morning round - her pussy was liable to scream for mercy.

  But in a good way or a bad way....

  Get your skank ass home, dummy, your va-jay-jay has had enough for tonight. Hell, enough for a week. He's not a sex god and you will be just fine not getting laid tomorrow morning.

  Well, at least now she had a good reason to be kind of glad she was no longer living with Kate, she mused, as she walked out to her car. Trying to sneak in this late at night, in this outfit, when Kate was her roommate would have ended in an inquisition. So there were some silver linings to her bestie moving out... Sharon missed her, but she wasn't sad about missing out on an interrogation.

  ******

  Waking up alone again rather than next to the petite, curvy body he expected to be curled around did not put Jake in the best mood. He was up early enough that the sun was just rising, thanks to the short days of winter, which meant she'd left when it was still dark. Growling under his breath, he snatched up his cell phone.

  Nothing.

  Dammit. Did the woman not have an ounce of self-preservation?

  He quickly typed out a message.

  Jake: Did you get home okay? What time did you leave?

  Maybe questions he shouldn't ask a fuck buddy, but ones that he would ask a friend. Especially a female friend who had left his house in the middle of the night without waking him up to walk her out, and who hadn't bothered to text him to let him know she'd arrived home safely. That should just be common courtesy.

  Fortunately, she didn't make him wait too long for an answer.

  Sharon: I got home fine, thanks, left when I woke up.

  This time he really did growl. And curse. Now he understood why so many of his friends liked spanking their women. Or man, in Olivia's case. Not in the fun, sexy way he'd done last night either. The urge to go hunt Sharon down and slap her ass for being so blasé about her safety was nearly overwhelming.

  Not that he should be surprised. After all, this was the woman who was advertising for a roommate she didn't need on the internet. Something else he didn't understand, or think was particularly safe. She'd lucked out in California when she’d gotten Kate as a roommate. She might not be so lucky again.

  Unfortunately, he didn't really have the right to say anything about that. At the very least, he could do something about her leaving so abruptly and on her own.

  Jake: Next time wake me up so I can walk you out to your car and text me when you get home so that I know you're safe, please.

  The wait for her return text was much longer than before and he grinned, sure that she was huffing to herself. He wasn't asking for anything crazy. In fact, he wasn't asking for anything that she and her friends didn't already do for each other when they were out late. Still, he was sure she was fighting the urge to tell him to stick his request up his ass. Just because it was him.

  Eventually his phone buzzed with her answer.

  Sharon: k.

  The single letter might as well have been accompanied by her sticking her tongue out at him. Little brat. That's what the Doms at Stronghold called her, and Jake whole-heartedly agreed. Heck, even Sharon agreed. She reveled in it.

  Yup, he was starting to see the appeal of actual spankings and not just little fun-time taps.

  Shit, were his kinky friends starting to rub off on him? Or was that just the effect Sharon had on him?

  Either way... He sent her another text.

  When am I seeing you again?

  Since he was fully awake, he made himself get up while he waited for her answer, which came before he'd finished making the bed.

  I'll be at Stronghold on Friday - after?

  A small smile curved his lips.

  Works for me.

  It worked for him. He could hit up Stronghold, enjoy some erotic people watching, and then take out his pent-up arousal on Sharon... which would simultaneously fulfill one of the fantasies he'd been having for months.

  Feeling a lot more energized than he had a few minutes ago, he finished making his bed and went to get ready for the day.

  ******

  There was a certain swing Sharon got to her walk when she was feeling good about how she looked.

  And tonight, she was feeling really good about how she looked. Granted, she felt pretty good any time she went to Stronghold. It was a great reason to dress as sexy as she wanted, knowing she wouldn't be judged or
harassed even if she didn't want to play with anyone while she was there - and right now she felt especially fantastic.

  It had been a while since she'd anticipated a night at Stronghold so much, and she knew it was because she was going over to Jake's afterwards. She probably could have gone over any night this week but...

  They were just fuck buddies, which meant she shouldn't see him every night anyway.

  Plus, after the pussy-pounding she'd gotten earlier this week, she shouldn't have needed sex again until Friday.

  So, she was fighting her new dick-addiction. Especially since not just any dick would do. She specifically wanted Jake's. Definitely not a good thing when they weren’t serious, so she hadn't suggested they get together before tonight.

  Neither had he.

  They had been texting every day though. Mostly teasing each other. Sexy pics. The man had a thing for her heels and her boobs.

  Tonight, she was showing off both. The red corset she was wearing pushed her breasts up so high they practically formed a tray and she'd paired it with her shortest, tightest black PVC skirt, and a new pair of fire engine red, seven-inch high heels. The kind of heels that not all women could walk confidently in, the kind that took practice to move in and look graceful and not just like she was shuffling along.

  The kind that made her swing her hips because she knew she looked damn good, and also because it was the only way to walk in them without looking like an idiot. They also made her short legs look longer than they were, something Sharon always appreciated. She wasn't insecure about being petite, but sometimes she envied her taller friends' their long, slim legs. Then again, they envied her being petite and stacked.

  The grass was always greener.