Temper for You

by Genna Rulon

He obeyed my command, plunging inside before slowly retreating and advancing, inching himself into me while provoking every nerve ending that hugged him tightly. When buried fully, he circled his hips, grinding against my clit. It. Was. Heaven. I cried his name in appreciation, praising the feel of him…the fullness.

  “Wrap your legs tight around my waist, beautiful.”

  I clutched him in a vice grip and twined my arms around his neck. Never breaking our connection, he rose on his knees, lifting and lowering me with his hands on my ass.

  “Fuck, yes!” Wes groaned, “You are so tight and wet. I can feel you dripping down my cock. I can’t get enough of you—it’ll never be enough. I want to take you every way possible until I’m all you’ll ever feel.”

  I never understood the appeal of dirty talk. When I read Sam’s smutty books, I usually skimmed these sections. But the sound of Wes’ voice whispering dirty words about me and how much he enjoyed my body…damn, I couldn’t get enough!

  All words stopped, however, as he began to drive into me with the force of a freight train. Still clinging, I used what little range of motion was available to me to meet his powerful thrusts, rotating my hips to increase the pleasure for us both.

  Moans and incomprehensible utterances filled the room, accompanied by the sound of damp flesh hitting flesh. It was an erotic soundtrack that heightened a primal instinct, taking me further into a jungle of hedonism so dense with carnal delight I could get lost forever and never want to be found.

  “Wes…Wes, I’m going to come.”

  “Wait for me, beautiful,” he ordered breathlessly.

  “I can’t, it’s too much,” I pleaded for understanding.

  “Look at me…I want to watch you come.”

  I opened my eyes and stared into his caramel depths.

  “Now!” he shouted.

  It was all I needed to fall over. My body exploded and quaked, rippled and quivered, all while my gaze remained with Wes. I watched his release with the same attentiveness directed at me, each of us absorbed in the pleasure of the other, further increasing our own.

  Slowly, he lowered me to the bed, pulling me across his body in a boneless heap.

  I didn’t know what to say. The gift Wes had given was beyond words of gratitude. So I said nothing. But my mind was at peace and my heart sang with the knowledge that I was not the detached, frigid girl I had always believed.

  When morning came, we were still entangled. Throughout the night, Wes had proved with ease that I was capable of any and every type of orgasm in any and every position imaginable. My voice was hoarse from the number of times I’d called out his name, and every muscle in my body ached. Forget CrossFit or Spin class, if we repeated our birthday-suit aerobics every night, I would be on the cover of Fitness magazine in a month.

  In between our bouts of erotic gymnastics, we spent time exploring one another’s bodies with gentle hands and teasing mouths while we both recuperated. The most surprising time was spent napping, my head on his chest and his arms encircling me. It was unexpectedly intimate, but there was a comfortable familiarity in those sleepy moments.

  The night had been everything I never believed existed…and so much more. But now the sun was rising through the uncovered windows, announcing the end of our sexual exploits. It was time to return to reality, regardless of how much I would prefer to steal one more night in Wes’ bed.

  He was still dozing as I entered the bathroom to dress. I splashed water on my face and used his toothpaste and my finger to dispel the dreaded morning breath. A few minutes later I exited to find Wes awake, reclining against the headboard and staring at me like the baby seal to his shark. An involuntary shiver rippled down my body—dayum, the man was H.O.T, hot! Although his exposed chest beckoned me closer, begging to be worshiped, regretfully, it was time to go.

  I sashayed toward him—hey, he deserved a show after his performance last night—placing my knee on the edge of the bed closest to him, leaning in to provide a gentle, close-mouthed kiss.

  “Thank you for an incredible night. You were…everything.” We smiled at each other, both enjoying a moment of recollection. “I’ll let myself out.”

  “Thanks for an extraordinary evening, Meg.”

  With a smile and mini-wave, I left him alone in bed.

  "Love is the answer, but while you are waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions." -Woody Allen

  Meg

  Keys in hand, I dashed the short distance between Wes’ and Sam’s doors, leaping dramatically over a flowerbed, not wanting to get busted making the walk of shame. Closing the front door as quietly as possible, I headed to my room in the hopes of catching a few hours of sleep before my afternoon shift at Higher Yearning.

  Sex may be a stellar workout, but it was hell on a restful night’s sleep. Not that the shut-eye I’d sacrificed wasn’t well worth it.

  Slipping into my room, I kicked off my shoes and zombie-walked to my bed, my eyes already closed in anticipation of the rest to come. Mmm, bed.

  “Well, hello, you raunchy rod rider!” Sam’s obscenely chipper voice greeted, scaring me to death. “Spill!” she commanded, either not comprehending or not caring about my desperate need for rest.

  “Sleep now. Talk later,” I grunted, my voice hoarse from a night of screaming Wes’ name.

  “Oh, no you don’t. You are going to dish every delicious detail right this minute. I hooked you up—you owe me!”

  “Sam,” I whined, “I’m so tired. I promise to tell you everything later.”

  “Nuh-uh. I’ve been waiting all night for this. I plan to live vicariously through you.”

  “Live vicariously…what? Girl, you have more sex than those guys on that gigolo reality show. You are not in need of vicarious anything in that arena.”

  “What?! There’s a show about gigolos and I don’t know about it? Why the hell didn’t you tell me? I bet it’s hysterical…and sexy.”

  My momentary hope that I had sufficiently distracted Sam quickly died on the vine.

  “Don’t answer that, I’ll look it up later. We have far more important info to cover now.”

  I sighed heavily. There was no point in resisting. Sam would get the details she was searching for, with or without my cooperation. There was no chance I’d get to sleep before recounting last night’s escapade in graphic detail.

  “Okay, okay. So, after you left us at the bar—” I began.

  “Wait!” Sam interrupted, whipping her cell phone from her pocket, feverishly clicking away. Raising the phone to her ear, she held up a finger, clearly indicating she needed me to give her a moment. With little else to do, I slumped on the bed and relaxed.

  “Ev!” Sam exclaimed. “You are not going to believe what happened last night!”

  After a pause—presumably for Ev’s response—Sam continued.

  “I don’t care what time it is in Hawaii, and you’re coming home today anyway. Plus, your honeymoon is technically over—and trust me, you want to hear this. I’m going to put you on speaker.”

  One click and Ev’s voice joined us in the room, “—and Hunter is making all sorts of unspeakable threats. This better be life and death.”

  “Megalicious tamed the one-eyed snake last night,” Sam declared, “or did it tame her? Hmm, we’ll decide once we get the details.”

  “She—come again? Meg, are you there?”

  “Present,” I answered like a student at roll call.

  “Tell. Me. Everything. Who? How? Was it good?” Ev questioned in rapid succession.

  “Westly-freakin’-Black,” Sam replied on my behalf, “and it’s all thanks to me.”

  “What? We hate Black! He tried to coerce you and he lied to Meg. What the heck is going on back there? I’ve been gone for a week and it’s Armageddon!” Ev said. “You two are lucky we are booked to leave today, because Hunter would flip if I had to cut our honeymoon short because of you.”

  “Dial it back, mama bear. Let me catch you up before you jump
on your crazy horse and come charging in, mucking up all my hard work,” Sam scolded. “First, Black may have pushed me to settle, but with time to process, I’m not sure his argument was off base. Second, I don’t think Wes realized Meg had confused him with the nice-but-boring assistant DA, Mark.”

  “Sam…” I tried to interject to defend poor Mark, but she ignored me.

  “Third, she isn’t marrying Black, she’s banging him…and let’s be honest, if you weren’t married to your hottie hubby, you’d be all over what Black has to offer—as would I. The man is incendiary. The perfect GQ bad-boy. Every girl should take a walk on the dark side before settling down in the light. Since you and I missed out, now we get to experience the fantasy courtesy of Megs!”

  “I’m not convinced, but what’s done is done,” Ev said neutrally.

  We sat in silence for several moments. I, for one, was unsure if it was my turn to speak—with Horny Helen and Cautious Cathy, one could never tell.

  “He is dazzling, in the quintessential heartbreaker way,” Ev finally declared, cutting the last threads of tension.

  “Amen, sista!” Sam exclaimed. “Okay, let me bring you up to speed. Wes bought the townhouse next door. He moved in the day we returned from Hawaii, came knocking on his neighbor’s door to get the number of the maintenance office and—POW!—Megalicious answers. She gives him a piece of her mind, he denies all wrongdoing, insults are exchanged, yada, yada, yada. Now for the good stuff! We went to The Stop last night and who was there? That’s right, you guessed it…Black!”

  “Wait, he was at the Stop and Griffin didn’t kick his ass out?” Ev interjected.

  “Ehh, we talked about the whole Black situation a few times and he agrees that the guy was doing his job—albeit a slimy job—and neither of us thinks he was trying to con Meg. He even agreed that Black is the right kind of guy to use if all you want is to get your rocks off.”

  “Wow, Griffin was analyzing Black’s sexual prowess and appeal? I’m having a hard time visualizing that one,” Ev pondered. I couldn’t blame her…I was there for the conversation and it was still mind-bending.

  “Oh, my man is very secure in his sexuality. Although he wasn’t really commenting on Black’s hotness, more so his suitability to be used, abused, and discarded without guilt.”

  “Gotcha,” Ev said.

  “If you’re done interrupting…so Black is at the bar and approaches. I encouraged him to show Megikins the time of her life—after verifying he could deliver the goods, of course—then threatened death by dismemberment if he hurts her. The two of them talked for about three minutes before putting on a display of public affection that nearly required intervention from the fire department. We’re talking a blisteringly hot, epic make-out session in the middle of The Stop. Even I was uncomfortable watching—okay, that’s a lie…I watched and it was awesome. Then he carried her out of the bar, tongue still down her throat, with Meg clinging to him like a baby chimp.”

  “Ugh! I miss all the good stuff! Dammit,” Ev said, followed by a low grumble in the background. “Sorry, babe…you’re the bestest stuff—wouldn’t trade a minute of our honeymoon for the world—but it still bites that I missed Meg’s dramatic dry-hump-at-the-Stop moment. Continue,” Ev said, addressing us again. “Wait, Hunter says that Meg should wring him dry, but be careful not to convince herself Black’s something he isn’t. He doesn’t want to have to resign from the FBI for committing homicide if Black breaks your heart. Don’t get me wrong, he’ll do it, but he rather likes his job—so keep your head on straight.”

  “Aww,” Sam and I said in unison. “Love you too, Hunter!” I added sincerely.

  “Alright, Ev, you’re up to speed…Meg, the floor is yours.”

  Here goes nothing…

  “It was a fantastic night—for the most part—and I’m glad you persuaded me to enjoy myself, Sam. No regrets,” I finished, knowing there was no way they would let me get away with such a homogenized answer.

  “Ha, ha, ha. You’re hysterical. Now give us the nitty-gritty details…hold nothing back. I want specifics, unless it wasn’t as stellar as your exhaustion would imply,” Sam goaded.

  “Oooh, does she look well-used? Is she rockin’ the one-night stand hair? Snap a picture and text it to me. Damn, why am I in paradise when all the action is at home?” Ev shouted through the phone.

  A quiet click sounded before I knew it.

  “You be the judge; the picture is on its way,” Sam advised Ev.

  “One sec…” A chime carried over the line. “Got it,” Ev paused, likely examining the evidence. “Hell yeah! Girl, you look rode hard and put away wet! Good job, Black. Now start again and leave nothing out.”

  I sighed. After a year of similar antics, I should’ve been immune to their insanity, but it still caught me off-guard on occasion. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Sam and Ev dearly and was grateful beyond words that they cared so much about me. But, dang, those two were a handful! Hunter and Griffin were in a category of men all their own for handling these crazy women.

  “Alright, alright. He carried me to the car and teased me all the way to his house. We went straight to the bedroom and made out. He took a trip down south, but things got a little…complicated—”

  “Explain complicated,” Ev said while Sam asked, “Complicated how?”

  “It felt amazing—the man really is gifted—but I couldn’t, you know…finish. It was messing with my head and I made him stop—actually, I kicked him away.”

  “I would have paid to see that,” Ev interjected, and Sam nodded her agreement.

  “I tried to leave but he refused to let me, insisting I explain. I did—full disclosure—he took it as a challenge and got back to business. He must have spent an hour stroking and worshiping my body before he made any real effort to bring me to orgasm—it was extraordinary. Then he returned south and claimed victory. Can I just say…Ho. Ly. Shitballs! I swear my mind short-circuited and I was nothing more than a giant ragdoll for about ten minutes afterward.”

  “Told you the big O was real! Yep, I’m definitely saying ‘I told you so,’” Ev teased.

  “Well, you were right. Once I was able to form semi-coherent sentences, he offered to prove I could also have a vag-gasm. Let me tell you, my lady bits will be singing his praises and sending me chocolates for the next decade, at least. He did things I didn’t even think were physically possible. His body is beyond perfection. And Wes, Jr…that not-so-little man should have odes and sonnets in his honor—or at least some dirty limericks. Let’s just say the man is exceedingly blessed. Ginormongous! Anyway, we were up most of the night getting down. When I woke up this morning, I said thanks, kissed him goodbye, and left. End of story.”

  I couldn’t believe I just catalogued my first orgasms in graphic detail—evidently Sam was rubbing off on me.

  “I need a cold shower!” Sam declared.

  “Um-hmm. I second that,” Ev added. “Are you going to see him again?”

  “I don’t know. I think we had an unspoken agreement that it was a one-time thing. It was stupefyingly fantastic, but I don’t want strings. And while he feels the same, it makes being neighbors a little too convenient. I’m not looking to develop a habit…know what I mean?”

  “I can see where you’re coming from with the neighbor thing. If one of you decides the thrill is gone but the other is still looking to play ‘what’s in my pants,’ it could get awkward,” Sam offered supportively.

  “Exactly! It was truly a once-in-a-lifetime night, and I don’t think we could replicate that kind of magic anyway. Sometimes it’s better to hold fast to the memory so it doesn’t tarnish,” I said, confident in my choice.

  “I concur,” Ev said, validating my feelings. “Next item on the agenda for our impromptu meeting: where are we meeting tomorrow for dinner? It’s been waaaayyy too long since I’ve seen you girls. Seven days without estrogen is like an eternity!”

  “Everyone should come here for dinner tomorrow. I have a new recipe and
I need guinea pigs,” Sam said, chuckling sinisterly.

  Ha! As if Sam ever cooked anything that wasn’t delicious. After years of recreational and therapeutic cooking, she’d recently enrolled in culinary school with the encouragement of Griffin. She’d always have her bachelor’s degree to fall back on, but her passion has always been cooking—even when she didn’t know it.

  “I’m working, but I can be home by seven,” I shared.

  “Hunter and I will be there by seven, too,” Ev confirmed.

  Plans set, we bid goodbye to Ev, wishing her a safe trip home.

  “Now that you’ve spilled your guts, I’ll let you get some rest,” Sam said, placing a motherly kiss on the top of my head—never mind I was the older of the two of us.

  “Thanks, Sam. I’m really lucky to have you in my life. I don’t know where I’d be now without you.”

  “Pssht. You’d be fine, just leading a substantially less interesting life—an orgasm-free life. Actually, you’re right…I totally rock!” With a fist pump to salute her greatness, she slipped from my room as I slipped into sleep.

  "Friendship is held to be the severest test of character. It is easy, we think, to be loyal to a family and clan, whose blood is in your own veins." -Charles Eastman

  Westly

  More than twenty-four hours had passed since Meg left my house, and I’d yet to see or hear from her. I spent my Friday in court, trying every trick in the book to tame my dick when frequent memories of her circulated through my mind. Needless to say, my balls were aching and my nerves were tattered. If the jury believed I had a hard-on for the middle aged, overweight forensic accountant I questioned—despite the awful comb-over he was sporting—there was no way I’d win the case. Every time I gained an ounce of control, Meg would saunter back into my consciousness and wreak havoc.

  We’d made no plans to meet again, nor were any promises exchanged, but I wasn’t done with her. Whether she realized this fact or not was immaterial—I would have her again. One taste was not enough to satiate my hunger for her. I needed weeks to explore all of the ways I wanted to debauch her, maybe months to realize every erotic fantasy…twice.