Batteries Not Included: A Romantic Comedy

by Christa Lynn

  “That’s it, beauty.” He grunts as he slams to the hilt and stills, his cock throbbing inside me as he spills his seed. His fingers continue to rub my clit, and I cry out as the spasms take over.

  My head sinks further into the pillow as I feel him slowly pull out, my body suddenly feeling empty. He goes to the bathroom and then crawls in the bed next to me, pulling the covers over us and wrapping his arms around me. “Holy shit,” I moan.

  “I know, that was …” he stops.

  “Intense?” I ask as I turn toward him, so we’re facing each other.

  “Amazing, your pussy felt so good. My cock is going to want to be buried in there often.”

  “Mmm,” I moan as I close my eyes and rest my head on his chest, the silence both comforting and unnerving. I move to get out of bed, and his arm pulls me back. “I have to pee,” I say, and he releases me. I head to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror, and I don’t look like myself. Half of my hair has come out of the ponytail, and my makeup is smeared. My cheeks are pink, and my eyes are bright, that freshly-fucked look that Sarah always talks about, something I’ve never seen on myself. I splash cold water on my face and remove the running mascara and make my way back to the bed, only to hear Nash’s gentle snoring. So, I climb back into bed and close my eyes myself.

  Chapter 11

  I open my eyes, and Nash is still asleep on his back, so I take advantage of the quiet to admire his body. I trace my fingers across his chest and down to his stomach, and I notice it quivering. I look at his face, but his eyes are still closed. I can’t tell if he’s still asleep or if he’s woken up and just allowing me to explore. His chest softly rises and falls as I drag my hand lower until I feel his hardening cock under my hand. This could be the typical morning wood, or he could be awakening under my touch. I stick with the latter and trace my fingers around the head of his cock, the enlarging member coming to life. My mouth starts to water as I watch him come to life, and my head instinctively moves south, pressing kisses along his stomach as I travel.

  The drop of pre-cum at the tip provokes me to dart my tongue out and catch the glistening fluid and take it into my mouth, a little groan escaping my throat. I slowly wrap my lips around the head and take him fully, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I cup his balls as I suck him down, his fingers finding my hair. I look up at him, his cock still in my mouth. “Jesus, Shel,” he moans as his hips thrust up, sinking his cock deep into my mouth.

  He hisses and pulls on my hair, urging me to continue. I squeeze the base of his cock and twirl my tongue around him, dragging my tongue up the engorged vein that looks as if it’s about to burst through his skin. “Good God, Shel. You’re going to make me cum,” he growls.

  I smile around his cock, but I don’t say anything. I can’t, my mouth is full. I gently squeeze and suck as he fucks my mouth, the muscles in his legs straining to hold back. “Let it go, Nash. I want to taste you,” I whisper around his cock as he jerks and stills, ribbons of his release softly landing on my face. I dart my tongue out and capture a drop and lick my lips at the salty sweetness of his cum.

  “Come up here,” he says as he grabs my t-shirt from the floor and wraps it around his hand. “You’ve got something on your face.” He smiles as he gently wipes his release from my face. “Fuck, that was hot. I don’t even want to think about how you learned how to do that.”

  Then he kisses me, hot thick and deep. Neither of us has brushed our teeth, and I have remnants of his release on my lips. But he doesn’t seem to mind and neither do I. As our lips collide, my hardened nipples brush against his chest, and before I know it, I’m dry humping his semi-limp cock, which is slowly hardening underneath me. Then again, it’s not exactly dry humping when my pussy is wet and throbbing.

  Suddenly, he rolls me over onto my back and hovers over me. He buries his face in my neck and kisses and licks, his hot breath filling my ears. His mouth moves down and kisses the side of my breast, and he licks underneath before continuing down my side toward my stomach. “Greedy girl,” he says as I thrust my pussy against his abdomen, trying to get some friction. “Greedy and needy, I like that,” he whispers as his fingers slip under the elastic of my panties and twist, sending a heated flash of need through my core as the material rubs against my clit.

  “Nash,” I moan.

  “What, baby? What do you need?”

  “I need to feel you.”

  “Feel what?” he asks as he kisses my stomach. “You want my cock, my fingers, or my mouth?” he asks as he lowers himself between my legs, his hands tugging on my panties.

  “Yes,” I hiss, unable to speak as he removes my panties, my ankles now resting on his shoulders.

  “Do you need to come, beauty?” he asks as he pushes two fingers deep inside, stroking through my slickness. “Yes, I think you do. But not yet,” he says as his mouth covers me. “Hold back, baby, don’t come until I say you can.”

  “Right,” I croak, knowing my body is out of control and there’s no way I can contain it. But I fist the sheets and purse my lips, biting back the urge to blow all over his face. Why I’m listening to him, I’ll never know. But for some reason, I want to please him, though it’s me that’s being satisfied at the moment. And on cue, I feel the orgasm rising from my toes, curling them as I squeeze my legs against his head.

  “Not yet,” he says as he pulls back, his face glistening.

  “Fuck,” I scream, but he chuckles as he flips me over onto my back, my ass in his face now.

  He runs his finger through the seam of my ass and down, slowly easing back into my pussy. “Has anyone ever taken you here?” he asks as he spreads my juices over my asshole. I instinctively crunch up my butt cheeks in a silent “no.” “Easy, beauty,” he says as I try to squirm away from him. Before I can move, he’s licking me from behind, my cheeks spread as his tongue explores my most private area. I start wondering if I should have taken a shower before this, but the fact that he doesn’t shy away from answers that question.

  “Oh, God,” I say into the pillow as his tongue lashes me from behind, my body squirming against the mattress in search of friction. I need to come, and he’s depriving me of that. I make a mental note to not wake him up with his dick in my mouth ever again, as it seems to have gotten me into trouble.

  Smack!

  Holy shit, did he just slap my ass? I ask myself this question as his other hand lands in a smack on my other cheek. “Be still,” he demands as he face plants between my ass cheeks again. But I can’t, I’m so close to exploding that my body is out of control. My cries of ecstasy are muffled in the pillow. I taste blood and realize I’ve bitten my lip in my attempt to contain myself. Suddenly, my ass is exposed and in the air, the coolness calming me. But before I can figure out what’s going on, Nash slams into me from behind. He pulls my hips up and pulls me up to my knees and then fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before. His fingers dig into my thighs as he pulls me back then thrusts against me. The sounds of skin smacking against skin fill the room, our moans, and groans a dark undertone.

  He pushes my chest down into the bed and leans over me, causing his cock to go deeper and deeper. “Damn, you feel good, Shelby. Your pussy is milking me,” he whispers into my neck as his fingers stroke my clit. “You can come now, beauty. Let me feel you come on my cock,” he says as he pinches my clit, causing my muscles to constrict and squeeze around the intrusion in my pussy.

  “Fuck,” I scream as I’m wrecked by the orgasm that overloads my body, his cock still ramming me from behind.

  “Again, baby,” he demands as he rolls my now sensitive clit between his fingers.

  “I can’t,” I sigh. I try to move away from him as I can’t handle anymore, but he grabs my thighs and pulls me back harder against him. Then he tugs my ponytail back, forcing my back up straight and he gets to his knees behind me. “Oh, shit,” I scream as he slowly inserts a finger into my ass.

  “Yes, you can,” he strokes his finger into the tight h
ole, slowly and deliberately. Then something sparks behind my closed eyes, and the tidal wave of sheer bliss overcomes me, and I come once again as his body stills behind me, his own release following mine.

  We collapse onto the bed, and he pulls me into his chest. “Good morning,” he says as he kisses the back of my head.

  “Morning,” I respond.

  “Nice way to wake up, seeing your beautiful eyes looking up at me from my cock.”

  “Mmm,” is all I can say. I’m sated and relaxed, and sticky so I know I need to get up.

  “Did you forget a condom?” I ask, realizing what’s got me so sticky.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay, I’m on the pill. And I’m clean.”

  “Me too,” he says.

  “You’re on the pill?” I ask sarcastically, turning to face him and see the smirk on his face.

  “Smart ass,” he groans as he pulls me closer. But I pull away and get out of bed and head to the bathroom, blasting the water as hot as I can get it. My muscles are aching, and I need the warmth to loosen up. Who’da thought a couple of rounds of raunchy sex would make my body hurt?

  I half expect him to join me in here, but thankful that he doesn’t. I wash my hair and body, being extra careful with certain areas because they’re a little sensitive. And my ass hurts, but it’s a good hurt, so I finish up and wrap my hair in a towel, grabbing another to wrap around my body.

  As I step out of the bathroom, I see Nash is still in bed and back to sleep. “Typical,” I groan as I finish drying off and slip on a t-shirt and panties before going to the kitchen to make coffee.

  I fill two cups and take them back into the bedroom, hoping he likes it black since I didn’t sweeten it with anything. I set the cups on the end table and watch him sleep. The tattoo on his arm catches my eye, and I lean down to look at it more closely. It’s a collage of different things; flames, hearts, and stars. As I get closer, I see a name woven into the collage and realize it’s a girl’s name. Jade is in a dark green, swirling through the flames, hearts, and stars.

  I wonder if that’s an old girlfriend or something. I shake it off because I really have no right to be jealous of anyone from his past, so I let it go and sit down next to him, brushing my fingers along the colored ink. This is just sex, nothing else so I have no right to even ask questions. But it looks fresh like he hasn’t had it for long. The colors are bold, and the black lines are clear, not faded.

  The feeling of my fingers on him wakes him, and he rolls over, smiling a tired smile at me. “Is that coffee?” he asks, taking a deep sniff of the air.

  “It is, want some?”

  “You know it,” he answers as he sits up and I hand him his coffee.

  “I hope you like it black, if not I can add some cream and sugar.”

  “No, this is fine, thank you,” he mumbles over the rim of the cup and takes a long draw. I watch his full lips take in the steaming liquid and my body shivers. How can drinking coffee be that sexy? I can’t decide if it’s the act of drinking the coffee or the remembrance of what those lips did to my body earlier.

  “Don’t you have to work today?” I ask, wondering suddenly why he’s not at the station.

  “Pete and I switched shifts so he can go see his daughter in her school play. I have to go on Wednesday night.”

  “Ah.” I nod.

  “Ah?” He smirks.

  “Mmmhmm.” I nod again.

  “So that means me have two days to hang out. That is if you’ll have me.”

  I cut my eyes at him. “I need to work some today. Michelle is handling the presentation with Alexander, but I need to update her on a few things.”

  “I see, can I help?”

  “No,” I say a bit too quickly.

  “Well okay then,” he laughs.

  “You’re a distraction, I’ll need a little quiet while I work.”

  “A distraction, eh?” He sits up, the sheet dropping down over his stomach and almost revealing his cock. Almost.

  My eyes travel down his chest and land on the growing bulge under the sheet, “Yeah,” I sigh.

  “You can distract me anytime, beauty.”

  “Right, but now I need to work,” I say as I stand up, knowing I need to get this done now or I’ll never get it done. I leave the bedroom and grab my laptop and phone and head to the back porch to call Michelle.

  As I sit down, my phone buzzes, and it’s Sarah. Great, do I really want to go through this now? I ignore her, booting up my computer and getting Michelle on speaker.

  “I’ve got this, Shel,” is exactly how Michelle answers the phone.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Of course, we’ve gone over the presentation seven hundred and ninety-four times, I’ve got it,” I laugh at her sarcasm. “How are you feeling?”

  “I’m good today, finally. So far all is quiet, but the day is early.”

  “Oh, stop, it’s gonna work out. You still at the beach?”

  “Yeah, how’d you know?”

  “Sarah called me.”

  “Ugh, she needs to get out of my way sometimes.” I laugh. I know Sarah means well, but geez.

  “I know, she also told me of a certain someone that came to visit.”

  “Great.”

  “How’s that going?”

  “I am not about to talk about it over the phone,” I whisper.

  “Is he still there?”

  “Yeah,” I respond, trying not to give too much away.

  “Fuckin eh, Shel.”

  “Stop, it’s nothing like that.”

  “Liar.” She giggles, and I can hear her smile on the other end. “Look, don’t think about it too much, just let whatever happens happen. Don’t try to force anything one way or the other, because when you do things go awry.”

  “Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.” I snicker.

  “Just relax, have some fun, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she adds.

  “Fine, but I’m just a phone call away, and I’ll be home tomorrow. My mom showed up, and I think she wants her house back.”

  “She’s not in Tampa?”

  “Not at the moment. I’ve not really talked to her since she got here because she kind of interrupted us a few times.”

  “Oh, gosh, cock blocking?”

  “Stop it, Michelle.” I laugh.

  “Well, we both know how your mom likes younger men.”

  “I know, but I nipped that in the bud real quick.”

  “I bed that bud got nipped,” she retorts, and I ignore her. “Okay then, let me get back to it. Call me when you get home.”

  “Will do,” I say before disconnecting the call, not giving her a chance to give me another rah-rah speech. She’s got this, she really does. She’s the best at what she does, but this is the first time she’s delivering a proposal without me there, and I really want this Alexander account. No, I need this account. I can only pray she does well and lands it so we can grow the firm.

  My phone buzzes, and I glance at it, seeing it’s Sarah. I’d better respond before she sends out the reinforcements again.

  “Get his dick out of your mouth and answer me.”

  “Nice, Sarah.”

  “Oh, she speaks!”

  “Smart ass.”

  “Better than being a dumbass.”

  “I’m working, what’s up?”

  “Yeah, I bet you are.”

  I am so not in the mood for this, so I set the phone down and go about my business. She’s got jokes this morning, and I’ve got stuff to do. I open the Alexander presentation and go through the slides one last time, knowing I can’t make any changes without Michelle. But I want to ensure it’s perfect, and I’ve been focused on other things since the last time we met. I get to the end and smile, it’s as good as it’s going to get. I close the laptop and exhale a deep breath and try not to think about it. I glance at the time and realize it’s almost lunch time. Nash is still sleeping.

  My phone buzzes aga
in, and I swear it sounds angry. Sarah can’t stand it when I ignore her.

  “Seriously, is he still there?”

  “Yes.”

  “OMG, why are you on your phone?”

  “Because you keep texting me.”

  “I need details, Shel.”

  “Later, my mouth is full.”

  “Bye.”

  Movement inside the house catches my eye, and I peer in through the glass and see Nash coming toward the door, naked as the day he was born. Good God, he’s not bashful. He slides the door open and steps outside. “Nash, you’re naked.”

  “I know,” he says his dick swings like an elephant trunk.

  “You’re as weird as I am.” I laugh.

  “We’re a good fit, in more ways than one,” he says as he pulls out the chair next to me and sits down, his eyes on me. My eyes are on his cock, and my body can’t handle it. I make myself look away because I’m not used to this. My ex was annoying, and I was lucky to get laid at all. And even then, I would almost fall asleep during it. After a bit, I cut him off. Just wasn’t worth the time it took to get naked and then dressed again. He took the hint after a bit and got defensive and then left. I internally shrug my shoulders, knowing I’m better off without him. He just couldn’t handle me. I have a high sex drive and have itches that he couldn’t scratch, but the last few months have been just me and B.O.B. He got the job done, though I missed the skin on skin contact.

  Now, I’m not sure I can handle any more skin on skin contact. He took me well out of my comfort zone with that little pinky in the ass thing, but it felt too good for me to stop him. I make a mental note to discuss this with him later, to ensure he doesn’t do that again. I have to keep my limits, and if he continues to knock down my boundaries, we’ll have to chat. I like my walls; I like hiding behind them.

  My nipples perk up at the heat radiating off of his eyes that are burning through me as if they’ve penetrated my soul. Well, he penetrated something, but we won’t go there even though I can’t quit thinking about it.

  My panties start to get damp as his eyes travel from my face, down my bare legs and back up. My body heats, and he leans forward, tracing his finger up my inner thigh. The warmth from his fingers ignite me, but I squeeze my legs closer together to prevent him access to my weakest link.