Slide (Black Addiction #1)

by T Gephart

  Thankfully my mouth didn’t spill that I’d love the chance to see it too. “Messy for me.” I casually leaned against the wall; if I was trying to act nonchalant I was failing miserably.

  Like he possessed some innate sixth-sense his eyes moved to my bed, which up until a few moments ago hadn’t been as sweet and innocent as my Pottery Barn comforter suggested. It was when I followed his line of sight that I saw it.

  A rogue.

  Obviously missed in my hurry to get the others into my drawer, the lone black, large instrument of torture—it was too big for much else—sat at the end of my bed where it had rolled, conspicuously mocking me.

  “Well, well you didn’t tell me you were having a party.” He didn’t even try and hide his grin.

  “Oh fuck.”

  I officially wanted to die.

  “By the looks of things, it seems to be the case.” He laughed, thoroughly enjoying himself at my expense. No need to ask me what I had been doing, I think the evidence spoke for itself.

  “It’s not what it looks like.” Yeah, let’s pretend it doesn’t look like a large rubber anal fist. Don’t know why I even bothered.

  “Really? Because that looks like a butt plug.” The grin got wider, as did my shame. Every. Single. Time. It always got worse.

  So instead of pretending like I hadn’t been doing what we both knew I had, I decided to throw caution to the wind and own it. Stop being the doormat he wrongly accused me off.

  “So, yeah, it’s mine.” I pushed my shoulders back proudly as I retrieved the offending object and tossed it the drawer with the others. “I was following your lead.”

  “Whoa, my lead? Please enlighten me, because this is interesting the hell out me right now.” He took a seat uninvited on my bed, his eyes on the open drawer that housed my paraphernalia. No point hiding it, seen one ass toy, you’ve seen them all.

  “You told me I had to get out of my comfort zone. That’s what I was trying to do here.” There I was—owning it.

  “Hey, I’m not disapproving. I think this initiative is fucking fantastic. Honestly, great work, wish I had been here to see it.” He laughed. Not just any laugh, a big throaty laugh that moved his whole delicious body. The visual could have been useful earlier, might have to save it for later.

  “Yeah, laugh away. Nothing happened, it didn’t get that far.”

  “Hmmm the open lube would hint otherwise.”

  “You can leave anytime, Rusty. The show is over.” I moved off the bed and pointed to the door.

  “Ali, all jokes aside, are you good?” He stopped laughing as he followed my lead and joined me at the door. “You didn’t hurt yourself with anything did you?”

  If this had happened with any other guy I probably would have been mortified. Not that I would have even attempted this type of shenanigans with any other guy—but with Rusty, it actually wasn’t that bad. Any embarrassment I initially felt was gone now it was all out in the open, and even I was starting to see the funny side. His concern for my ass was also remarkably touching.

  “I’m fine. You can go.” Not that I really wanted him to go but he really didn’t have a reason to stay. Not unless he wanted to . . . no he probably didn’t.

  “Well if you need me, I’ll be jamming in my room.” He stopped short of leaving, and gave me a warm smile. “You’re doing great.”

  The need for him to explain the great wasn’t required. In the short few days I’d met him I was slowly changing. Not because of him but because I was finally in an environment where I wasn’t trying to be something else. And I loved the freedom. The chance to explore with no boundaries made me feel strong—something I sadly hadn’t felt, maybe ever.

  It was while I was exploring these feelings of empowerment that I decided what my next task would be. I’d just stuffed a foreign object up my ass so surely this would be easier. I was done with waiting. Tonight, I was finally going to do what I’d wanted to for a long time. I wasn’t going to wait anymore.

  Coming home early had been the best thing ever.

  No shit, I still couldn’t wipe the smile from my face.

  We’d wrapped at the studio like usual, but instead of heading straight to the bar with Max and Joe, I went home instead. Yep, call me boring or whipped but I’d rather chill with a girl who I wasn’t sleeping with than fuck someone I had no interest in. Besides she probably needed someone to pull her out of her room, where she spent most days burning up the Wi-Fi. A beer and some friendly conversation were definitely required.

  What I hadn’t expected was hearing her curse like she’d fallen on her ass and then refuse to open the door. Came to find out, my initial assessment of the situation wasn’t too far off the mark, with her ass definitely involved. Wow. Never dreamt that me telling her to let shit go and try something new would have resulted in butt plugs and lube. Her dedication to the task was motherfucking admirable.

  Unfortunately, the whole idea had me rock-fucking-hard. Can’t tell you how easily it would have been to rip off those jeans and show her exactly how anal was done. I’d barely been able to walk out of her room with the hard-on I’d worked up; how she’d missed it was beyond me. Still, the fact that I’d jerked off twice and still had an erection that could take out an eye, proved how much that girl turned me on. It was torture. Sweet, slow and amazing torture.

  Pursuing something with her would be wrong, right? That hadn’t been my intention at all. Hell, if it was just sex I was after I would have fucked her the first night she’d been in my bed. It didn’t happen and now we had a different arrangement. One where she lived in my house, and I didn’t bend her over the couch. Still, given half a chance I would be so into it.

  Fuck. I was going to have to jerk off again.

  I rolled onto my back as I went for a new record; my hand sliding down my stomach and hitting my waiting cock for the third time that night. And just like I was fourteen, the bastard stirred the minute my fingers curved around the shaft. It—like me—couldn’t get enough of the visual.

  My brain flipped into autopilot as I recalled every single inch of that beautiful body. God, I’d love to see more of it, and work it over nice and slow, starting with her perfect mouth. Slowly my hand pumped, moving up and down as my hips got in on the action. Yeah, that’s it. That felt sensational. My imagination took it a little further, forgetting it was my hand around my dick as I pictured her lips stretched around my cock, sucking me hard as I pumped into her mouth. Yeah. Wow. That was so good. So fucking close.

  “Would you like me to do that?”

  “Ali?” My hand froze mid-stoke.

  “Um . . . Yeah?” She stood beside my open door, the one I hadn’t heard her open because I’d been busy doing other things. “Seeing as the anal sex didn’t work out so well for me. I figured I’d rather do something else. Something I know I can do. I think I’m pretty good at it too.”

  Saying no is what should have happened. Given her the speech that I had it covered, and we could each go back to sleep. But damn, as she stood in my doorway in her bra and her panties there was no way I could send her packing. I wasn’t that strong a man. And I really wanted to see what she had in mind.

  “Show me.”

  On my word, she sauntered over from the door to my bed. Her hips swaying with confidence as she lifted up onto the bed and straddled me, putting her knees on either side.

  She glanced down at the hand that was still locked around my cock, her eyes opening a little wider in surprise. The confidence she’d shown at the door slipped a little as she brought her own smaller hand to take over. Her other hand joining the first as they wrapped around my dick and slowly started to stroke. At first her hand struggled to get into a rhythm, with the slow and rough slide feeling uncoordinated and awkward. But it didn’t take too long for her strokes to even out to a smoother glide. The end result made me buck my hips in appreciation. She wasn’t lying when she said she was good at it, her hands were fucking magic.

  “Yeah, baby. That feels good.” M
y head, which had been previously resting on the pillow, lifted up as I strained to see, watching her work—getting me even harder.

  Asking what provoked the change in her attitude wasn’t happening, with the thought this was a dream still very much on the table. But whether she’d suddenly had a revelation, or my jerking off had just entered a new level where I was hallucinating, I was not about to stop it. Not. A. Chance.

  “It’s even better than I imaged it.” Her lop-sided smile hinted she’d at least thought about it, that alone making it hard to keep my control. “You have a very impressive cock.” She threw me a wicked smile as she twisted her hands up and down my shaft slow and tight. Mother-fucking-mind-blowing.

  “I’m so glad you approve. I’ll show you any time you want, after all, sharing is caring.” And I meant it too, if this is what the end result was I’d pretty much give up wearing pants while I was home. Fucking overrated if you asked me.

  “Really? You probably shouldn’t have said that, Rusty.” Her hand moved a little faster. “I’m going to want to see it every day, you know.”

  “Ah, Alison.” My body got even more juiced up “Every day.” I struggled not to blow my load in her hand. “I’ll show you . . . every day.”

  “I’m going to want to do more than just look, though. Is that going to be okay?” She stopped mid-stroke and clocked me with the sexiest look I’d ever seen. Seriously, this girl was fucking insanely hot and I couldn’t believe she currently had my dick in her hand. Not to mention I was sure this would never happen. Screw Powerball, my lucky number had definitely come up.

  “Sure. I’m sure we can work something out. What were you thinking?”

  “Like maybe this?” She slid down my body; her neck bent down to allow her mouth to swirl the head of my cock. Her tongue took over from her hand as it worked up and down my length.

  “God, yes.” I was torn between wanting to watch and needing to lay my head back down on the pillow. “I give you complete permission to do that. Anytime you want.”

  Dear God in Heaven, or anyone else up there willing to listen. If some spirit of porno queen past has taken up residence in Ali’s body, I thank you.

  Seriously, what the fuck was happening right now?

  If the hand action had been good, the blowjob was fucking better. Her lips and tongue licking and sucking me like a pro, as I watched her freaking mesmerized. Yeah, this was definitely better.

  “Some days I might want to mix things up and do this.” My eyes stayed glued on her as she flicked off her bra. Just one fucking maneuver and the thing was gone, giving me the best view of her gorgeous tits. Thinking it was going to end with a blowjob had been definitely premature with the show taking a new direction. Her tits now the star attraction as she leaned forward and sat my dick in between them, continuing to lick the head while she moved up and down.

  “Yes. Yes. You can do that too. All the time, Alison. Do that.”

  I could have let it gone on longer, the jerking off, the blowjob even the tit fucking was beyond freaking awesome. And I would have happily blown my load either onto her stunning looking tits or possibly into her mouth. Either of those options would have been a fucking winner. But I wasn’t happy to be sitting there as a spectator any more. Nope, that part was done. And as much as I didn’t want her to stop, my hands needed to get on her and make this a two-person participation thing. It was only fair after all.

  “Take off your panties,” I gritted out through my teeth.

  “I’m kind of busy.” She gave me a flick of her tongue.

  “Yeah, it can wait. Take them off.”

  She hesitated for a second and then moved her hands to her hips. Slowly, she slipped them off her body, kicking them off to reveal her beautiful pussy. It was perfect.

  “So here’s what I was thinking.” My hand moved in between her legs, my fingers instantly coated as they slid inside her.

  “Yeah?” She moaned as I gave her another finger.

  “That some days it shouldn’t be your hands, mouth and tits who get to have all the fun. I think that this beautiful pussy should get a turn too.” My fingers got deeper as I watched her ride my hand.

  “That is such a good idea.” She moaned as her eyes struggled to stay open.

  She twisted her hips in time with my fingers as they slid in and out of her, my thumb rubbing small circles at her opening.

  “I’m glad you like it because I think some days it should be my cock in here and not my hands.” My fingers continued to move in and out, picking up a little more speed. “I’m desperate to get inside of you.”

  “Me too.” Her hips rocked against my hand. “I want that impressive cock in me.”

  “Ali, today is that day. I want to fuck you.”

  “Yes. Please. Yes.”

  My back jacked up off the mattress as I took her mouth and kissed her hard. She had said yes and that’s all I needed; I wanted to kiss her so badly my balls ached. My lips crushed hers as I positioned her on top of me; my cock sliding against her pussy as we made out, my tongue doing the fucking my dick was desperate to do. It was hot, her hands clawing at my chest with freaking need as I palmed her ass to bring her even closer. One slip and I was inside. Keeping out was the ultimate test in restraint.

  “Rusty,” she moaned as my fingers slid up and down the seam of her ass. “Please. I really, really need you inside of me.”

  Hearing her beg sent me off on a frenzy. My cock was also begging, wanting me to do whatever I had to do to get inside her. We were all on the same page as I fumbled single-handed in my nightstand for a condom, the mind and body so juiced up I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to put it on.

  “Give me a minute, babe.”

  My fingers leaving her ass was fucking tragic, both my hands required in getting the rubber out of the packet and onto my cock. The operation taking less than the minute I’d asked for.

  With all systems go, I moved back into position, needing more than anything to take this to the next level. Both of us had waited long enough.

  “Alison.” The tip of my dick slid inside of her and I lost any control. “Fuck.” My teeth gritted as I pushed all the way in unable to stop.

  “Oh. Wow.” She gripped my shoulders in a panic as I gave her a second to get used to me. I’d given her my whole length a lot quicker than I’d meant too. I couldn’t have held back even if I’d tried.

  “You good?” My mouth reached up and kissed her tits.

  “Ah-ha.” She nodded, her eyes peeled back wide.

  “Good, because I need to keep moving.”

  “Yes. I think you should do that too.”

  It was a good thing that she was agreeable on the subject because stopping now would have sucked. And staying still wasn’t working much for me either, as I pulled slowly out and then moved right back to where I wanted to be.

  “You feel so fucking good.” My hips moved a little faster, each drag in and out getting slightly easier.

  “Thank you, you do too.” She matched my thrusts with some of her own.

  “No need to thank me, sweetheart. It really is my pleasure.”

  “Oh God, your cock is so amazing.” Her hands reached up and played with her tits as she rode me. “So much better than butt sex.”

  I was expecting to wake up any minute, as my mind tried to reconcile this wasn’t a fantasy resulting from jacking off too many times. But there was no way this wasn’t real, my thanks going to whatever force of nature made it happen.

  “My cock thanks you.” My hands palmed her ass as I pushed in deeper. “But talking about fucking your ass is going to make me come.”

  “Rusty, I’m so close.”

  “Yeah? Let’s get you there then.”

  “Yes. Don’t stop.”

  “I won’t.”

  It didn’t take long, just a few more thrusts and I felt her tighten around my cock. Her body shook as she unraveled around me, my resolve flying out the window as I watched her come. I’d wanted to hold back, enjo
y the feeling just a bit longer but my dick had other ideas. In this case I didn’t mind him taking over, liking the direction he had taken us as I exploded into her. There was nothing gentle about it as my body pumped hard while I spilled my load, her body collapsing on me as I continued to come.

  “Hey.” My lips moved to her neck while we both breathed out of control.

  “Hey.” She slowly lifted her head, giving me an awesome smile.

  “Well, that was unexpected. You want to tell me what inspired that?”

  Having sex with Alison hadn’t even been on my radar tonight. I was going to jerk off again and hopefully get some sleep, but the way it all worked out was utterly sensational. The reality was even better than I thought it would be, and I’d imagined it plenty good.

  “I just wanted to.” A shy smile spread across her face. “I just thought I’d try and be more assertive.”

  “Hmm. I like you assertive. You should be like that every day.” My eyes stayed locked on hers as my grin widened.

  “Yeah, I really liked having sex with you, so if we’re taking a vote, I think we should be doing that every day.” She gave me a cute smile, wrinkling her nose as she slid off me and onto the mattress beside me.

  “Oh you do, do you? You sure about that?”

  “Yep. Consider it my extra credit.”

  Can’t say I disagreed. While she may have seemed locked up tighter than a drum, she loosened up the reins pretty damn quick. The Ali I was currently in bed with more confident than I’d ever seen. And fuck me if that wasn’t an even bigger turn on. As for that blowjob—fucking stellar. I’d love to have those lips around my cock on a daily basis.

  Besides, now that I’d had a taste, I was a hundred percent sure I wasn’t going to be able to keep my hands off or her.

  Fuck. That.

  No, seriously, given the chance I was going to be in her every opportunity I got. She was my new addiction.

  My arm curved around her, bringing her closer to me. I liked her there. Tucked up tight as her breathing evened up. Her freaking satisfied and relaxed smile making me feel more like a rock star than I ever did on stage.