Fallacy

by K. A. Berg

  “Damn, that feels good,” she whispers into the air. If she thinks she feels good now, she’s in for a surprise. I plan on hitting every erogenous zone possible tonight. I want her so wet and willing she’s begging for my cock.

  Moving my hands further down, I gently massage the nape of her neck. I lower my mouth to her ear and suck the lobe into my mouth biting down as lightly as I can. “Do you like that, angel?” I ask when I feel her squirm.

  “Mmm hmm,” she murmurs, finally relaxing her body into mine.

  Continuing my descent down her luscious body, I run my fingers along the sides of her torso and back up while I kiss across her shoulder. I have a feeling she’s on sensory overload since her hips have started to move in tiny circles. Quinn may have a lot of sex, but I doubt she’s ever stopped to enjoy anything other than the orgasm.

  I drop to my knees and kiss along the small of her back as I push her dress down to the floor. I move my mouth down to kiss her gorgeous ass while dragging my hands up her legs, making sure to pay particular attention to the backs of her knees.

  Placing my hands on her hips, I apply enough pressure to turn her around. I have to use restraint of my own not to dive straight into her pussy as it lines up directly with my mouth. I rake my eyes up and down her body as she stands before me in nothing but a thong and heels. Fuck, she’s beautiful.

  Nudging her legs apart, I place a kiss on the inside of her right thigh. I place kiss after kiss on her body as I make a circle from her right leg up over her belly down her left thigh.

  “Please, Alex,” she whines as she stands there a quivering mess.

  “Please what, angel?” I ask, sitting back to glance up at her face.

  “If you don’t make me come, I’m going to explode,” she glares at me.

  “I told you, I’m the one doing the fucking,” I reprimand, deciding she needs a little more teasing before I make her come on my tongue. I start again with the kissing on the inside of her thigh, but this time, I use my tongue. My tongue so close to where she desires it most is driving her even more insane.

  Running my nose along her pussy, I inhale her scent. Feeling how soaked her panties are, I feel she’s earned a little more. I pick her up, wrap her legs around me, and walk her to the back of the condo.

  “That one,” she reminds me by pointing to the open door of her room when I reach the end of the hallway. Walking through, I kick the door closed behind me and head for the bed. I lay her down in the middle of the bed and remove her panties.

  She spreads her legs, slowly and seductively, like the sexy vixen she is. I’m personally at the end of my foreplay rope, and she hasn’t even touched me or my cock yet.

  I drop my shorts and immediately grab my cock and stand before her, squeezing myself trying to relieve some of the throbbing. If I fuck her now, I’ll come before I even get to enjoy it. I feel the bead of pre-cum ooze out of the tip of my dick as Quinn licks her lips in appreciation of my rock hard cock.

  “Do you think you’re ready for this yet, angel?” I ask, releasing the grip I have on my dick and stroking it root to tip.

  She just nods her head like a good little girl.

  I take a step closer to the bed. “Do you think you can handle my cock down your throat as I make you come all over my tongue?”

  “God, yes,” she answers on a moan. Her hand is slowly making its way down to her pussy.

  “Don’t you dare touch yourself,” I bark at her. I know she’s got to be dying for some real contact on her swollen clit, but she needs to wait for me.

  Her hand stops in its place, and it’s time to reward her. I climb onto the bed and lie down. “Get your pussy up here on my face.”

  She scrambles to get on top, not trying to be sexy about it in the least. The fact she’s desperate for me is hotter than any other slick moves she could’ve pulled.

  My cock hits the back of her throat as she sits on my face. God, this woman is the most amazing creature ever. I lick slow, lazy circles around her clit, not making direct contact while she runs her tongue along the underside of my dick. The little minx starts grinding herself on my mouth, trying to get my tongue in just the right spot. I grip her hips hard, rendering her immobile as I finally give her what she wants. I flatten my tongue and lick her clit over and over. I go lower and dip my tongue into her pussy and gather her juices before dragging my tongue to her ass. I lick around her rim and relish the vibrations from her mouth as she moans her enjoyment on my dick. I try to fight the urge to come. When I come, I want her pussy to be sucking me dry.

  Continuing to circle her tight hole, I bring my hand up and insert my middle and ring fingers inside her warm wet pussy. The moment I place my thumb on her clit, she goes off like a fucking rocket, her hips grinding her ass on my face. I slow my ministrations as she comes down from her high. I push her a little and slide my body out from under hers.

  Getting off the bed to stand, I grab her ankles and drag her with me. When she reaches the end of the bed, I flip her over and stand between her spread legs. “Do I need a condom, angel?” I ask. Not using one is something you never assume is okay regardless if you’ve done it before.

  “Have you fucked anyone other than me since the last time?” she asks in a small, spent tone.

  “No. You?” I ask. If she has then I’m wrapping it up until she gets tested again.

  Her whole body goes rigid, and her eyes go wide in surprise. She shakes her head slowly, and I don’t waste a moment plunging inside her. I lean down and cradle her head, forcing her to look at me. Every other time we’ve been together, we’ve been in less intimate positions where eye contact wasn’t necessarily easy. I have every intention of ruining this woman for all other men tonight, and I have no problem using every dirty trick in the book.

  I stare into her eyes as I drive into her over and over again. Her eyelids slip closed for a second, which tells me she’s close. I lower one hand down to give her the little extra push she needs to get there.

  “Open, Quinn. I want to see your eyes as we come together. I want to watch your beautiful face as I make you come for me.” Her eyes snap to mine as her body goes rigid. My balls draw up at the same time, and we both come with a moan of each other’s name.

  When Quinn opens her eyes, I see the difference in them. I see the hardness she usually carries around with her missing. It's then I know if I tread this thing lightly, she’ll be mine. Quinn’s already mine, but I won’t tell her. Otherwise she’ll run.

  Chapter Seven

  Quinn

  It’s been a few weeks since I realized there may be something more than I thought brewing with Alex, and I still have no idea what to do with it. When he asked if I had been with anyone else the night of the Halloween party, I was shocked I hadn’t. I had a quick “What the fuck?” moment when I couldn’t say I had been. That’s so unlike me. It’s even more unlike me to have rushed over here as quickly as I did tonight.

  I feel his body stiffen, and my eyes snap open instinctively, pulling me from the thoughts I shouldn’t be thinking about while Alex is driving into my pussy with relentless force. I don’t know where I conjure the energy from because I’m utterly spent, but I don’t want to miss the magic. And watching Alex come is pure magic. The look of ecstasy overtaking his face is like a work of art. I’ve never looked into someone else’s eyes as they came. I never cared before. But I do with Alex. Something is different about watching him come. It feels wrong not to witness the way his pupils dilate. The way the gold flecks overtake the green, giving those beautiful eyes a glowing effect. The way he moans my name as he loses control. A feeling of feminine pride surges inside me knowing I’m the one putting that look on his face.

  I don’t think I’ve ever experienced sex like this. I’ve never really cared about all the touching and kissing. I’ve always been one to get right to business. A little bit of oral and then right to the best part. Until that night. Now, I find myself enjoying the build-up he creates inside of me. I never know what he’s
going to do next. The anticipation of his next move magnifies the sensations I feel, as well as the loss of the barrier. He makes this more about me than he does himself.

  All of my sexual experiences over the last decade have been about the release I’ve been able to find for myself in others and vice versa. Having someone care and make me feel like the most precious thing in the world is exhilarating. Especially for someone such as myself, whose father is always telling her everything she does isn’t good enough.

  Being with Alex is very different than any other man I’ve ever been with. Most men just enjoy what they can get from my body. Alex likes to find out what my body enjoys. He gets satisfaction from my arousal. And I fucking love it.

  “You alive over there?” Alex asks after he catches his breath.

  “I think so,” I murmur. Sex with this man is like an hour in the gym. He lights my whole body up. Making me feel him in places I didn’t know I could.

  “That’s good. You eat dinner yet?” he asks, turning his head to me. I came to his house right after work. Our schedules conflicted for a little bit, we hadn’t seen each other for over a week. The minute I got through the front door, we were all over each other. I’m not even sure if we exchanged hellos.

  “No. You?” I ask, turning to look at him.

  His stomach answers for him in the form a growl, and he laughs. “No, I haven’t. You in the mood for anything in particular?”

  “No, whatever you want is fine with me,” I answer rolling onto my back and closing my eyes.

  “Okay, I’ll order something. Italian good?”

  I nod my agreement.

  “You want to shower or are you just going to nap until the food gets here?” he asks as he drops his feet over the side of the bed and grabs his boxers.

  “I don’t know yet,” I chuckle, not knowing if I want to lie here and revel in my contentedness or get up and clean up.

  “All right, I have some reports to look over for work, I’ll yell when the food gets here.” And he heads out of the room leaving me to my own devices. This is one of the things that works for me. There’s no push from him. Everything is laidback and go with the flow. There’s no pressure for anything. He’s not kicking me out, and he’s not begging me to stay.

  I detangle myself from the softness of his dark blue sheets and pad to the shower. Alex’s cum drips down my thighs as I turn the water on, and a smile spreads across my face. Wiping his cum with my finger, I bring it to up and stare at the mixture of our attraction to each other. I’m not sure what it is I like about it.

  It almost reminds me of the first time you have an orgasm during sex. You lose your virginity, and you think “This is what all the fuss is about?” Then you finally get off for the first time during sex, and you have that “Aha!” moment. You totally get it then. It takes sex to a new level for you.

  The nasty shit running down my leg takes the sex between Alex and me to another level. A level I’ve never experienced before. A level of trust. Sex has always been about the chase of release for me. But the orgasm isn’t something you can hold or see to show that release. The aftermath, this gross mixing of bodily fluids, is something tangible. It’s the product of enjoying each other. It’s something I’ve never experienced before. You don’t get this when using condoms. You have to allow yourself to be vulnerable to experience this. I’ve never allowed myself to be this exposed to anyone before.

  Shaking my head trying to clear my thoughts, I step under the water and wonder what’s going on in my head. Hopefully, I’m just getting my period, and that’s where all the weird emotional stuff is coming from. If it’s not my period, then it’s just an aftereffect of the mind-blowing orgasms Alex just pulled from my body like it was an instrument he’s been playing his whole life.

  My thoughts are interrupted when Alex bangs on the door, “Quinn, food’s here.” Damn, I hadn’t realized how long I’ve been in here.

  “Okay, I’ll be out in a minute.” I grab the shampoo and quickly wash my hair. I step out of the shower and remember I came here straight from work and don’t have any other clothes to change into. Wanting to be in something comfortable, I call out to Alex, “Do you have a t-shirt and some sweats I can borrow?”

  “Yeah, in the dresser. Help yourself,” he yells from the kitchen where I can hear him pulling out dishes and silverware.

  I walk over to the big dresser on the other side of the room and pull open the drawers until I find what I’m looking for. I pull the plain white tee over my head and slide the gray sweats up and pull the string as tight as it will go. They hang a little low, but they’ll do for now.

  I head down the hall and join Alex in the small kitchen of his apartment. This place has a very homey feel to it despite being a bachelor pad. It’s not as uninviting as most of the places I’ve wound up. Most of the time when I go back to a guy’s house, it has a cold feeling to it, but not here. The walls are a soft gray color in the living room-dining room combo area. The black leather couches are soft and comfortable. The white area rug brightens the room. All the other furniture is a dark wood. Everything about the place is very inviting. Or maybe it’s just the man who lives here I find very appealing.

  “What’s that look for?” Alex questions as he turns from the counter and finds me standing in the doorway to the kitchen, just taking in the space around me.

  Forcing myself out of my trance, I walk to the counter to help him carry everything to the table. “I was just thinking about how your place is very different from most guys’. It’s comfortable, and I’m not tripping over myself to get the hell out of here.”

  He laughs, shaking his head. “I think there was a compliment in there somewhere, so thanks, I guess.”

  The scent of delicious Italian takeout fills the room as we remove the lids from the tin containers. “Eggplant or penne?” he asks.

  “Mmm… Eggplant, it’s my favorite,” I moan as my mouth waters.

  “I’m glad I picked well,” he snickers as he fills my plate.

  I don’t even have the decency to wait for him to fill his plate. I start stuffing my face the minute he sets it down in front of me. I do however remember to mutter a “thank you” as I inhale the deliciousness.

  “Did you get to finish going over whatever it was you were working on?” I inquire as I grab the loaf of bread and break off the end.

  “Yeah, it was the MRI report for one the guys who got hurt during the game Sunday. The one they took after the game wasn’t as clear as the team doctor would’ve liked. He sent him to have another one yesterday. Everyone was hoping it was just a sprain, but the new report says it’s a little more than a first degree but not a bad second degree,” he explains.

  “I don’t know what any of that means,” I tell him. I’m a numbers girl. I know your MCL is in the knee, but after that, he lost me.

  “He did some damage to one of the ligaments in his knee. It’s a common injury in football. They’re rated from one to three; three being the worst and usually requiring surgery, for athletes anyway. If you or I were to have a third-degree injury they probably wouldn’t operate on it. But anyway, the report showed he had a minimal tear, but we still have to decide how to deal with it. The doc has ruled him out for this week, but as trainers, we have to decide on a treatment course with the doctor.” The passion oozes from him as he speaks. I can tell he loves his job. I know the feeling. But Alex isn’t pompous about it; he doesn’t rub his cool job in anyone’s face. A lot of men would constantly talk about how they work with all the famous people on a daily basis as if it should define them as a person.

  Alex continues to talk about his player, and I continue to listen. I enjoy hearing about his day. It’s new for me, but I keep reminding myself this is what a healthy friendship is like. This is what I do with Ash. Friends talk. Friends share things about themselves. Friends. I can have more than a sexual relationship with him, and it's okay.

  Chapter Eight

  Alex

  Tanner’s a fucking
idiot. Accusing Ashley of getting pregnant on purpose was the biggest douche move ever. He just ruined his relationship and possibly the one I’m building with Quinn.

  I know it’s selfish of me, but the first thought that popped into my head after his night of drunken nonsense was he better not have screwed things up for me with Quinn. I’ve been breaking her down slowly over the last month. We get together regularly for simple things like dinner or just hanging out watching a movie or something. And sex. Always lots of sex. But I don’t push. Trying to pin her down would scare her off. I know what we have, a label won’t change that.

  Quinn’s without a doubt a strong, self-confident woman, but she’s also as skittish as a baby kitten. She’d never admit it, but I can see it in the way she does things. She uses her sex appeal as a mask for her insecurities. Any time I try to get closer to her in a non-sexual way, she flips the script back to sex. Always avoiding personal questions with blow jobs or new positions. I’m not complaining about the sex; that’s for damn sure. But I’m trying to get closer to Quinn’s mind and heart, not just her body.

  There’s a lot I’ve learned about Quinn since Halloween. Watching the things she does and listening to the things she says, as well as the things she doesn’t. I’ve always been excellent at seeing things people don’t want others to see. It’s part of what makes me so good at my job. When you work with professional athletes, there are always a lot of egos involved. No one wants to admit when they’re injured. No one wants people to see their weaknesses. I’ve learned how to spot weakness very quickly over the years. I’ve also learned how to tell when and how people hide those weaknesses.

  I’ve seen some moments lately when she realizes she’s allowing me in or letting her guard down. Instead of closing down or trying to divert my attention, she’ll continue with whatever she was doing or saying. It’s a huge deal for us. I don’t know why yet, but I do know there’s some reason she has a problem letting people get close to her.