by Laikyn Meng
“I don’t do kissing or cuddling.” Picking up one of his wings as I lick the hot sauce off with my tongue.
“Darlin’, I didn’t think I would ever find my dream girl.” Asher slaps a few twenties on the tables and doesn’t even look at the waitress one last time.
He grabs my hand, and we run.
Chapter 6
ASHER
True to her word, there aren’t sloppy drunk kisses, there aren’t intimate touches teasing for more.
We rush; we rip apart the boundary between our bodies. And there is a quick slap of the skin so loud I’m surprised we didn’t combust.
I want, I need it.
I don’t even think, I refuse to back away. The hunger in my body and chest is too heavy to ignore. An animal inside is hovering over its prey, and I know the distance between here and the slaughterhouse isn’t far.
My eyes don’t have time to take the image of her body and memorizes every indent. Wounds and scars that stretch, but later I will worship them.
Later, when we become one, and I don’t ruin the chance to feel whole for a few hours with her beneath me. While I cradle her safely into the warmth of presence.
“Luna…” Lips are off-limits, but the way she arches her neck makes me drool. Dipping my head down, I find her pulse bouncing toward my tongue.
“Asher, don’t stop…I need, I need more.” A sweet voice so small I rear back to look into her eyes. With a slow blink, they open lazily, and I can’t help but hope.
Luna’s nails claw at my shoulders, bringing me closer. Her naked thighs wrap around my waist, and I am so close to getting a hole in one. Feeling her core rub up against my length.
“Oh God, baby girl…” Then she does something that has me stalling, rethinking my plan of attack. As my mouth sucks the nap of her throat. She gulps down and turns, so her small lips meet my left ear.
I stop moving, freaked the fuck out.
Luna doesn’t retreat, apologize, or wave a white flag in surrender.
She whispers words I can’t hear, but rather feel the vibrations against my cheek. As her confessions braid us together.
With one shaky hand, it discovers the column of her life source, and I squeeze a little, as a warning. Not wanting to know what words she keeps uttering in the same rhythm to my deaf side.
But it does something to me, my whole body feels the sensation. Like Luna is speaking to another side of me. One I keep hidden, beaten in a corner. Hoping my presence as a strong man won’t be brought down by the disability.
Luna’s voice so soft sends sensations throughout my fingers as she continues to sweet talk a wounded soldier out of his grief. I feel it in my palm, making the hold a bit tighter as she tries to break me.
And it works, and I am bleeding wide open, almost as quick as a bomb going off. Tears nearly drown out my vision, what the fuck is happening to me. What is she doing? It’s both terrifying as a possessed witch and freeing as a champion receiving the 1st place.
No, it’s the feeling of more.
“Stop it…” No strength in my voice.
Cold hands brace my jawline as she discovers the inferior complex that I was hoping would dissolve. Giving me a small nod as she wraps my other hand around her throat.
This time she speaks louder, with more authority.
“It’s going to be okay, Asher.” And with that I’m gone, tears fall onto her chest, and she takes everything I give.
“I’m sorry.” Choked on a stupid ass apology, looking like a bitch. She doesn’t say anything, her legs relax. This is it, I think. I should get up and leave, but I can’t let go, not yet.
And that’s when I release the hold on her neck, I move both hands to frame her face and I lower my lips to find their match.
“I’m sorry, so sorry, God, I’ll never stop.” My mouth controls hers, her words cease, and maybe that was my main goal. But I keep at it, kissing her more with tongue and it lingers in the back of my head, that perhaps she hasn’t ever been kissed before.
Her hand finds my stiff cock, I give a gruff laugh. The motherfucker gets off on my misery, wish that twisted pain turns her on.
Luna doesn’t ask, positions me to enter. I feel her stomach clench as she adjusts herself around me.
“Fuck, you’re trying to kill me.” Tight. Too tight. Virgin tight.
“I’m not a virgin. It’s just been a while.”
“How long is a while?” Now, I don’t want to go slow and steady. Allowing her to play catch up. I want to lift her up and bang against the headboard until one of us comes out bleeding.
My voice is full of grit and rage. Hunger replaces my mental lapse.
“7 years.” Her voice almost sounds weak, until the last echo squeezes out a moan.
Every time I move forward, she arches, giving me free rein. I lift her legs and fling them over my shoulders, and I dive in fully.
The throat just seconds ago, that was bending at my hand is now stuttering out a lustful sigh.
“Luna, damn baby.” My hips slap against her, and my balls are high-fiving her ass.
“Flip me over and make it harder.”
“Did I mention my checklist for a dream girl, because honey you are marking every box off?” I pull out, and the cold air hitting my wet dick, makes my lips hiss.
Her hair topples over her back, and she shimmies onto her knees and shoves her ass back at me.
For the taking, I align the tip of my dripping dick to her red core. I wipe it up and down, letting it kiss her before it takes what it wants.
“Asher, don’t tease me, please.”
“There is a little fun in a small tease, we want that pussy good and slippery.” Before I finish the sentence, I feel her fingers take their place, and she starts helping herself to make it more enjoyable.
Okay, darlin’ no foreplay.
The next time her hand moves, I shove my dick in its spot. Dear Holy God, if I thought before she was tight, this angle makes me want to explode on demand.
Thrust forward, and she slams back. So much friction that I am actually working up a sweat. Her head flings back, and I reach out and tug on her hair. Luna’s hips rotate as she moans against the pillows.
“Awe seems like I’m not the only one who likes it a little rough.” I tug again and push my dick deeper.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” She’s so close, and I find the thrill of excitement. I leave my handprint on her ass as I smack it. Those loose fingers find her swollen bud, and I pinch the shit out of it.
“ASHER!” The scream is so feral and brutal that I don’t even have time to pull out before I unload the past few months of tension into her fucking pink vagina.
Chapter 7
LUNA
I told him not to kiss me.
Yet, there I am brushing my fingertips across my bottom lip, enjoying how bruised they feel.
Asher is next to me, quiet in a peaceful slumber. He flips onto his stomach, asleep, and his arm juts out over my stomach—another broken rule.
The last person I kissed was Olallie, it was always a secret promise. Most of my life has been built around breaking promises, losing trust, and finding a way to cause distress.
Though no matter how many times I tell myself I’m not that girl anymore, I find myself confronting her.
What she represents, and I want no name tied to her, except when it comes to Olallie. The burn between my legs feels progressive. Feels like I’ve stood on the sidelines and gave my power to everyone else, and finally, it was my turn to receive.
I move slowly out of bed, as I shuffle to the bathroom, there I catch my reflection. A freshly fucked Luna stares back at me, but even better looks uncaged, unphased.
Taking my time putting the dishes away, and starting a load of laundry. Asher still doesn’t stir. The man may have not acknowledged a single dimple on my body, but I knew to great lengths how beautifully corrupt men could be.
My eyes flick over and narrow at the clock, that blinks 4 a.m. I let out a so
ft giggle. Covering my mouth and look back toward the bedroom. Silly me, forgetting about the odd predicament.
This would be my fate; finding someone with the same alienating symptom, my mother's parents were struck with horror I didn’t have.
All around circle, twirling pain, and awful promise. I wondered who was spinning it and trying to make it known where my place was.
It occurred to me, my parents were gone. Soon in the coming weeks, I would be gifted back to my daughter. After the lawyers, funerals, the belittling remarks from my older sisters.
She would be mine again, and I worried day in and day out what horrible truths my mother and father confided into her small grasp of reality.
They had every right to be wary, to take her from me. Knowing from my past trials that I inevitably would cause fatality to myself, maybe even her.
Shake the feeling off, I should call Lea. She would want to work through this. But, I wanted to depend on myself and find a way to the solution.
“What are you giggling about over here?” He reaches into the cupboard and turns on the faucet for a glass of water.
Asher acts so at ease with being here.
“I was trying to be quiet, but then remembered.” Tapping the side of my head.
“Awe, no need to worry about that darlin’, come here and let me see you in the light.” He moves before I have a choice, and his arms lock me against the counter.
“What are you looking for?”
The smile that I’ve sure killed the masses grows on his face.
“Everything I missed while we were playing in the dark.” Those long fingers drift up and push my chin up to meet his eyes. His height beckons to me, and I want to reach on my tippy toes to show him all.
“Satisfied?”
“Never. Come back to bed, I know you said no cuddling. But, I haven’t slept soundly in months, and if I get a few hours in with you, then I’ll take what I can get.” Asher puts out his hand and nods his head to the hallway.
“Don’t you think you should be leaving?”
“Do you want me to?” He asks with a laugh like I can’t turn him down. I move to look back at the clock.
“I asked if you want me to leave, Luna.” His knee presses in-between mine, still, there is the challenge. I wonder if I will always have one.
“I want to be on top, Asher. Are you going to allow me to have that position?” It sounds sexual because part of it is. But, he searches my eyes as he tries to answer the other question.
The sweet man in front of me nibbles on my ear as his whisper travels.
“As long as you don’t hold me down, I think I can give you that role.” His damn voice gives me laugh, my skin ripples with goosebumps, making me shutter.
“Kiss me, Luna.” This I hesitate, just like when I was whispering affirmations into his ear. Commenting on his worth, his raw edge, and how one day it would be outstanding.
Olallie will be walking these halls in a matter of days. A room that needs furniture and toys, maybe dolls, if that is what interests her.
“I said, kiss me, Luna.” Bravado echoes throughout my small kitchen, and I see his jaw cock and lock.
What if I don’t? He sees me questioning the order.
What if I walk away, and the door can smack Asher’s ass on his way out? What if I stop believing my impulses are a representation of my intuition?
What if I say no?
“It’s not a demand, it’s a plea bargain.” Hands so accustomed to getting what they want, turn to me.
“Get on your knees.” This time it is a demand.
“What would make you think I get on my knees for any woman?”
“What makes you think you deserve any woman if you can’t humble yourself to bow down before her temple?”
“Strange foreplay, Luna.”
“It isn’t. Couldn’t tell you the difference between foreplay and Fortnite.” I shift my hips to put my coffee mug on the counter.
“Truce?” Whip my head around to see him bend down and pick me up, only to throw me over his shoulders.
“Cheating is against the rules!” As I smack his ass over and over again. I only stop, when he delivers a spanking to my own ass that has me clenching my own butt cheeks.
“Don’t squeeze them too tight, baby. How will my dick fit through them if you don’t spread them wide.” I bounce back on the bed, and his term for foreplay comes into effect.
Asher is still naked, his chest red with brushing against mine so much. But that isn’t what surprises me, or the marks on his back from my desire. He looks back at the bedroom door. We came through, and then to my surprise, he gets down on the floor and levels his head.
“Didn’t say I didn’t respect you, Luna. But, you’re right, being cocky and a jackass isn’t going to get me far.”
“Is that an apology?”
“How about you pretend that that’s what I am saying when I start sucking on your clit?” His tongue is the first to connect, then his fingers find their way into my body.
“Fuck me…”
“I will once you squirt some good juices on my face. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“You think your cock can fit down my throat?” The fucker bites me, teeth, and all.
“Now, whose teasing who?”
“Hurry up, so I can show you how a dominate woman rides a man.” My hands claim my breasts, and I pinch my nipples. Quiet down the temptation to throw out more commentary.
I forget all worries and reputations as he finds my G-spot, and I exhale bliss.
~
The next morning Asher’s body covers most of my small frame. He is angled perfectly that I feel his membrane hard and twitching.
Both of us still nude.
“Asher.” But I look over to the nightstand and see he took out his hearing aid.
I wiggle myself free, down the bed. Under the sheets as the light comes in orange around me. My mouth slowly kisses his sack, then little by little, I begin to suck on them.
Groans come from up North, I pop them out and slide my mouth down his shaft.
“Luna.” The morning voice breaks, and his hands entrap my hair.
No need to speak as I go up and down, further. Until Asher knocks my gag reflex, but it doesn’t bother me. I move and his hips jerk, alas the man who bows is allowed to come.
“So, listen, Luna. I had a great time.” Asher shuffles to get his clothes on as I get ready for work.
“What are you doing? Don’t try to turn me down when I didn’t outright ask for anything more than last night.”
“This isn’t going to be awkward at the office or at our meetings.” I’m fully dressed, and I lay back on the bed as I watch her deliberate attempt to pick out an outfit.
“Awkward, how?” She picks a band t-shirt and puts a leather skirt over her waist. Damn, she’s beautiful.
“You know how girls get. Clingy and whatnot.”
My stare makes me uncomfortable. I see something other than what he puts on the surface.
“Right, clingy. I got you, Asher. Don’t you worry, we’ll keep this one-night standoff conversation topics? Also, I promise not to act how girls get, as you said.”
“See, I’m telling you, dream girl.”
Dreamgirl indeed. Petty, shit. Doesn’t think he realizes he wants a woman, not an apathetic girl, to agree to his whims. Grow some ovaries bucko, the women have arrived and are ready to play.
A few days later, I have two cups of coffee, and I enter Lea’s office unannounced.
“Oleander! I have some great news, you will not believe who I fucked!” Instead of an amused laugh, I am met with a sharp gasp.
The busty woman in front of me has her tits smashed against the desk. As a man behind her is pulling out his blessed size and shoving it in his pants.
“It wasn’t him, I would have remembered that for days.” I guess there is somewhere in this 22-year-old body that should be shocked and maybe give privacy, but I can’t locate it right now.
“Luna, please take a seat. Give me a moment to use the restroom and freshen up.” She adjusts her clothes and follows out the same door as the man who flushed ten shades of rouge.
When she comes back, I hand her a coffee, and she gulps it down. I flip through a magazine, nod toward the door. “A new patient?”
She spits out the coffee, the girl has some range.
“Don’t make jokes like that I could lose my license!” She scolds me, and I get up to leave. I don’t like it when the therapist talks down to me.
“Who the fuck cares you fucked in your office? You are a successful business owner. Stand your ground, show those dicks down the hall who’s better.” Finishing off my drink, I throw it in the trashcan.
Clearing her throat as she continues on and avoids the subject. “How has your success been with meeting new people and making connections.”
“Not worthwhile.”
“Why?” Lea’s hands are wiping up the dark liquid all over her files.
“Because I don’t need them.” Playing with my zipper on my jacket.
“Loneliness kills people.”
“Well, then I’ve already been dead for years, Lea.” Done, with her shitty attitude, I’m out of my seat and opening the door without a goodbye.
“Luna, he is. He is a client of mine. We got carried away.”
“Good intentions always have a way of being dragged out. Do you need me to stay?”
“No, I have another appointment in 15 minutes. I need to clean up, call you tonight?”
“Alright.”
I walk the twenty or so blocks to the other side of town—the whole time comparing right and wrong.
Our bodies biology a trickster over our morals. We want, we give, we take. It’s execution to our free will. Temptations so fond, like a new sunrise after the cold season.
All we have is to stare at it, waiting for it to burn us before noon. Locking on to a dream, created not by the object but by our own divinations.
In a few days, I’ll be a mother again. The first time only lasting mere minutes. Will she like me? What will she call me? Mom, mommy, mother?