How to Liv

by Megan Keith

  “Shut up!” I giggled. My laughter was cut off quickly by a moan when he dashed my underwear to the side and inserted his tongue. “Oh god!”

  “No, Joel will do.” The vibration of his voice against my mound almost pushed me over the edge. But then he started trailing his tongue along my thighs again, teasing me.

  “Joel please…”

  “Please what?”

  “Stop teasing me.”

  “Ooh, so demanding,” he said mockingly.

  I didn’t get a chance to respond to that before he was forcing his tongue inside me again, fucking me with it, then he replaced it with his fingers and moved his tongue to my clit, changing pace from fast to slow and then fast again, until I was coming with an almighty orgasm. He sat up between my legs and smirked down at me, obviously satisfied with himself for getting me off so quickly. He pulled my underwear off slowly and then ran his hands up and down my thighs while he continued to stare at me.

  “What?”

  “I love making you come,” he said devilishly before wriggling his jeans and underwear down, and putting a condom on. “And I love fucking you,” he said, then started kissing his way up my body before settling his hips between my legs. He rubbed himself against me, I was slick with need and desperate for him. He continued to tease me, it seemed to be his favourite past time.

  “So, fuck me already!” I said loudly, without a care in the world. I needed him and that was all that mattered. It seemed those words were exactly what he was waiting for.

  He moved slowly and deeply as he straightened his back and braced himself on outstretched muscular arms. His eyes held mine with an intensity that I was becoming very familiar with. Even in the darkened room I couldn’t look away or stop saying his name. His eyes eventually squeezed shut as he shuddered and came inside me, before collapsing on top of me. I cradled his head in the crook of my neck and squeezed my own eyes shut for a moment. They were slightly wet with tears - happy tears. Running my hands through his soft hair, I let out a contented sigh.

  “Good?” he mumbled, against me neck.

  “So good,” I replied with another sigh. “So when can we do that again?”

  “Give me ten minutes and I’ll have you screaming my name again.”

  Loud giggling in my ear, woke me up to a bright and sunny room.

  “Good morning, sunshine!” Joel said cheerily from beside me on the bed. I turned my head to see he wasn’t talking to me but to a giggly Chelsea that he was tickling.

  “I is munchkin not a sunshine,” she said through her laughter.

  “Well, good morning, munchkin smarty-pants!”

  As he continued his ticklish assault on her I sat up slowly and looked at the two cheery people through blurry and heavy lids. My head was killing me and Chelsea’s loudness was not helping in the slightest.

  “Aunty Wiv!” she squealed when Joel finally let her go. She threw herself into my arms and I couldn’t help but squeeze her back. Hangover or not, it was a great way to be greeted and it warmed my heart.

  “Good morning, Chelsea.”

  Joel leaned over us and gave me a peck on the forehead then whispered in my ear, “I’m busting for the loo, do you think you could take her out of here?”

  I looked at him quizzically but when his cheeks flushed and he nodded his head toward his lap I got his meaning and laughed. He was completely starkers under the doona and probably sporting a morning woody. I breathed a sigh of relief that I’d had the forethought to put my undies and t-shirt back on before I went to sleep.

  “Chelsea, how about we go find something to drink?” I asked the girl with the big blue eyes directed at me. Not just to distract her, but also because I had a bad case of the dry horrors.

  “Okay,” she replied, jumping off my lap and standing at the side of the bed. “Mummy’s makin’ brekky fwar you.”

  “Oh, she is? Well I better get out there then.” I stood and grabbed my jeans from the floor and quickly put them on just before Chelsea raced from the room ahead of me.

  “Thanks for that! I really didn’t want to have to answer any questions, or give her the fright of her life, by hopping out of bed naked.”

  “Glad I could help.” I turned to Joel, leaning over the bed to give him a kiss. Threading my hands through his hair I pulled myself closer to deepen it, turning our kiss into an earth shattering one.

  “Ugh,” he groaned when I removed my lips and tongue from his. We both looked at each other, breathing heavily. “Now I won’t even be able to walk, you cruel, cruel woman.”

  “Suffer!” I turned on my heel and squealed when Joel gave me a hard slap on my arse before I got a chance to get away.

  “There she is! Good morning, Liv!” Raelene beamed at me when I entered the kitchen. She was standing in front of a sizzling stove. The kitchen smelled of perfect hangover food - eggs and bacon.

  “How can you wake up so happy?” I grumbled.

  “Years of practice. You’ll understand when you have your own kids. Speaking of, didn’t I ask you to go get dressed Chelsea?” she asked the girl seated on the floor playing with a couple of dolls. “Or do you need me to help you?”

  “I’m doin’ it! Geez!” Chelsea replied, standing up and stomping away.

  “I swear she’s going on thirteen not three sometimes! Little Miss Independent has discovered that she can pick her own clothes and dress herself these past few days. It’s been interesting to see what she comes up with!”

  “Ha, too cute!” I said, too loudly, then winced. “Are you suffering at all?”

  “Yep, I’m just faking it. Plus it helps that I got up in the night and sculled like a litre of cordial.”

  “I should have done that,” I said, sitting on a bar stool and wincing at the hardness of it. Just how much sex did I have last night?

  “I gather you were probably too busy.” She wriggled her eyebrows up and down then added in a soft, exaggerated tone, “Fuck me already!”

  “I beg your pardon?” Joel asked with a chuckle, walking up behind me while I hid my face with embarrassment. She heard me? I could just die right now! “Are you propositioning my girlfriend, Raelene?”

  “No, not at all,” she replied seriously, shaking her head. Then she burst out laughing. “I’m fairly certain she had more than her fill last night!”

  I buried my face in my arms against the kitchen counter. Joel’s hand started rubbing my back soothingly. I peered over my shoulder to see the smug look on his face before quickly hiding again. He’s enjoying this!

  “Oh Joel,” Adam said in a silly girly voice as he entered the room a moment later. I lifted my head in time to see him dry humping my boyfriend from behind. “Fuck me already! Oh yes!”

  “Oh. My. God!” I cringed, trying hard to fight the smile that was trying to come out.

  “Yes, I think I heard that last night too!” Raelene butted in, causing everyone to laugh really loudly. I couldn’t hold it in after that either. Letting out an embarrassed giggle, I got up from the stool and buried my reddened face in Joel’s chest.

  “Remind me not to drink at next week’s party,” I mumbled. His arms wrapped around me and I quickly let the humiliation go. Nothing really mattered when I was in his hold.

  Luckily, Chelsea returned not long after that and everyone stopped teasing me and instead turned their attention to her colourful outfit. She was wearing green shorts with a yellow skirt and a pink and blue striped t-shirt over a long sleeved purple top. She also had some lovely orange beads draped around her neck.

  “Chels, darlin’, you don’t need a skirt and shorts or long sleeves,” Adam said, walking towards her.

  “But I wanna wear them,” she said, pouting and crossing her arms.

  “Suit yourself. You may get a little hot though.” He stopped and shrugged his shoulders.

  “I think you look very pretty!” I interjected and I got a big smile in return.

  “See!” she said to her dad with a twist of her lips. “Aunty Wiv fwinks I’
m pwetty!”

  “I didn’t say you weren’t pretty Chels, I just said you might get hot. Maybe you should wear a dress?”

  “Oh, okay Daddy,” she said turning and going back to her room to change.

  “If only her mother was so agreeable!” Adam said to me with a wink.

  “Aye, you knock that off or I’ll show you how disagreeable I can be!” Raelene replied with a smirk and a wave of the spatula. “Do something useful and get your guests a drink, will ya?”

  “Guests? These two are family, not guests! They can get their own damn drinks! I’m gonna go have a quick shower.” And with that he left the room, leaving my heart a little warmer – he considers me family?

  Joel opened the fridge and eyed its contents then turned back to me. “Juice?”

  “Yes, please. Can I give you a hand with anything Raelene?” I asked.

  “Could you pop some bread in the toaster?” she asked, motioning to where the loaf of bread was waiting right by the big family sized toaster.

  As I helped with breakfast I again marvelled at just how right it seemed. Casually enjoying breakfast with my new family like I’d done it a hundred times before.

  It was the Australia Day long weekend and none of us had to work the next day so we all fell into holiday mode. Joel and I stayed at Adam and Raelene’s the entire day. I borrowed a pair of Raelene’s shorts, which surprisingly fit me perfectly. The boys kicked around the footy for a bit and Raelene and I watched Chelsea play in her little wading pool on the patio. When Chelsea eventually had a nap that afternoon all of us adults ended up seated around that pool with our feet in it to cool off. Of course there was the occasional splash too.

  It was a lovely day spent in good company and after polishing off a late night pizza, Joel and I decided it was time to finally head home.

  “So my place or yours?” I asked with a teasing tone and a wiggle of my eyebrows when we stopped at a T intersection of a quiet road. I knew left would take us to my place and right in the direction of his.

  “Well, I’m guessing you probably want a change of clothes…” he said, tapping the steering wheel with his finger.

  “Yes, and I’m guessing you need to check on your dog.”

  “How about we swing by your place so you can grab a few things and then go to mine?”

  “So you’re assuming that I want to spend the night with you?” I teased.

  “No, not at all,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’m telling you that you will.” The heat in his gaze by the dashboard light set me alight with desire.

  “You are insatiable,” I said with a scoff. Though I didn’t really mean it; I wanted him all the time too.

  “Only with you.” He squeezed my hand in the dark before turning the car left.

  After spending Sunday night and all day hanging out at Joel’s we spent Monday night at mine. It was beginning to become a habit, sleeping beside each other, and it was one I didn’t want to break anytime soon. I loved falling asleep and waking up with him and just being with him in general. When we were apart, I couldn’t get him off my mind or wait to get back to his side.

  Tuesday morning I was woken before my alarm. I groaned in annoyance when Joel started kissing my neck. I was tired and he really was insatiable.

  “Joel, it’s too early,” I complained, glancing at the alarm clock and seeing the time was only five a.m. I didn’t need to get up for at least another hour. I rolled to my side, grumbling.

  Joel curled into me and started kissing my bare shoulder, it was nice. His fingers ran down the length of my arm, it felt good. I sighed happily in my sleepy state. Then his hand curved around my hip and trailed downwards. He moved his body closer and his lips moved up my neck, his kisses becoming more erotic, his hand pushing in between my legs. When I felt his hard shaft between my naked arse cheeks I was more than a little awake. I widened my legs, letting him between them, allowing his fingers to find my sensitive spot.

  “Good morning,” he said, thrusting his cock inside me suddenly, causing me to gasp. It wasn’t long before I was panting with need. Hard and fast, our bodies were slapping together, my back to his front.

  “Feels so fucking good Liv,” he said as he climaxed inside of me. He withdrew and I rolled onto my back in time to see him removing the condom he must have sneakily put on while I was sleeping. He kissed me swiftly and then left the bed before my breathing had even slowed. Well, that was a morning quickie if ever I’ve had one!

  I silently watched him get dressed and leave, calling out a “See you tonight,” before I rolled over on the bed with a smile on my face and tried to go back to sleep.

  It was no use. I was still horny and wet, it was impossible to get my mind off him. Sleep wasn’t going to happen so I slung my body off the edge of the bed and reached into my bottom drawer, taking out my little purple helper. Something I hadn’t used in months.

  I was moaning loudly as I played by myself, totally unaware that my bedroom door had re-opened but I sure as hell heard when it slammed shut.

  “What the fuck?” Joel almost yelled at me, catching me by surprise.

  I jumped and quickly covered myself with the doona, turned off the vibrator, my hand still holding it in place.

  “I th-thought you’d left,” I stuttered in embarrassment, frozen still.

  “I forgot my phone,” he explained, coming over to the side of the bed.

  “I’m sorry, please don’t be mad,” I pleaded, hiding my face from him, the words coming out in a rush.

  “Why would I be mad?” he asked gently as he sat on the edge of the bed, behind me.

  I couldn’t see him but it sounded like he was smiling. Seriously? Ah, I was just masturbating, after having sex with him. Surely that would piss him off. Make him feel inadequate or something?

  “Look at me,” he said, placing his hand in the vicinity of my shoulder.

  “No… I’m so embarrassed!” I said, pulling the doona up over my head. “I’m sorry, you just left me… and I… I just… argh! I’m sorry.”

  “I’m not mad with you, Liv. That’s fucking hot babe. Please don’t be embarrassed.” He pulled the doona off my head. I turned to look him in the eyes, seeing no anger but only heat in them. “Sorry I left you hanging.” He smirked at me. “Please… continue,” he said with a wave of his hand.

  “What? No!” I couldn’t think of anything more embarrassing at that point.

  “Please.”

  “Aren’t you going to be late for work?”

  "Fuck work! I want to see my girl getting herself off.”

  My girl. The way he said that sent a jolt right through me, reminding me of just how horny I still was, and that jolt also reminded me of what I still had between my legs. I moaned and he pulled the covers off the rest of the way, exposing me completely. I still had one hand on the vibrator and, for a second, I tried to block out just how embarrassed I felt so that I could continue what I’d started.

  “Let me watch,” Joel whispered seductively in my ear, his finger trailing lightly down my arm. As much as I wanted to, I just couldn’t do it.

  “I can’t,” I whispered back, squeezing my eyes closed tightly, my cheeks hot with embarrassment.

  “Can I do it for you then?”

  All I could do was nod as I brought one hand up to cover my face and I let Joel take over from my other. He pulled the vibrator out of me, flicked the switch and then rubbed it over my clit for a couple of seconds, before inserting it again. I’d never used toys in the bedroom with a partner before, it was amazing! As he wriggled it inside of me I realised it actually felt so much better than when I did it. It was intense and I was coming within seconds.

  I was still writhing about on the bed when Joel withdrew the vibrator, turned it off and placed it on top of the drawers beside the bed. I closed my eyes, as the waves of pleasure started to weaken. I felt Joel’s lips on my forehead.

  “That was so fuckin’ hot,” he whispered reverently.

  I opened my eyes to meet
his. He caressed the side of my face. His eyes held a look of wonder in them, a look of awe and lust, and possibly even something more.

  “I’ll see you tonight,” he almost choked on his words. He cleared his throat and gave me another swift kiss on the lips before turning and walking out the door mumbling, “How the fuck am I supposed to drive to work with a fucking hard on?”

  When I heard the front door close I giggled aloud. Had that just happened?

  Oh my god! How has this become my life?

  I was just pulling into Karen’s driveway that night when Joel called. I quickly put the car in park and rifled through my bag to find my phone.

  “Hey,” I answered.

  “Hi. Where are you?”

  “I’m currently in Karen’s driveway. Why?”

  “Because I’m in your driveway.”

  “Did you forget I was going to the movies? It’s tight arse Tuesday.”

  “Ah, that’s right! All day I’ve been thinking it was Monday.”

  “Long weekends will do that to ya.”

  “I guess.” He huffed. “Thinking about your tight arse all day will do that, too.”

  I giggled.

  “Laugh all you like, I almost lost my job today.”

  “You what?” I asked in shock.

  “Nah, I didn’t really. Though I was so distracted by thoughts of you fucking that vibrator,” I sucked in a breath of air, tingles racing through my body, “that I dropped and broke a box of expensive Italian tiles. You could say my boss wasn’t very happy!”

  “Oh, Joel, I’m sorry,” I said through a fit of laughter, not sorry in the slightest. I tucked my phone between my shoulder and ear to hop out of the car, grabbing hold of it again to start up the path to Karen’s door.

  “What the hell am I gonna do for the next few hours?” he whined in my ear.

  “Oh, I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

  “Call me later?”

  “Okay. See ya.”

  I popped my phone back in my bag and knocked on Karen’s door. Beaming from ear to ear with thoughts of Joel. Loving the fact that he seemed a little lost without me.