by Penny Wylder
“I help a lot of children in the center who are very excited to be pain free, but none of their smiles even compare to the children who see you out in public,” she says.
“I do what I can to make the kids happy. I was one of them, too, once. I worshipped the sports stars whose posters were all over my bedroom walls. The few times I got to see them in person, it was always so disappointing to learn that they were such cold-hearted assholes with their fans. I vowed, if I ever became a famous athlete, I would never be that way.”
The way she looks at me in this moment, like no one else in the world exists but us, makes my stomach flip. I want her so bad. It’s not even just about the sex, though that is a part of it. I want to hold her again, smell her, feel her skin, her hair.
We leave the diner and climb into my car, heading for the freeway.
“Do you have any kids of your own?” she asks.
“No. I was almost married once, but she was more in love with the idea of being a pro-football player’s wife than my wife. It’s just me and my team.”
“I know what that’s like. I’d say I’m alone because I’m new in town, but I’ve been alone for a while because I’ve dedicated my life to medicine, cutting out all extra-curricular activities. Over the years I’ve used sex as a relief valve. I’d find a guy, have a good night, then disappear.”
Sounds like a familiar story, I think to myself. The idea of her being with other guys sends something sharp and unwanted through me.
“Yeah, I know,” I say bitterly. “I’ve been one of your ‘big dumb fucks’ before, remember?”
Her cheeks flush and she looks out the car window. I keep my eye straight on the road. But the truth is I wouldn’t mind being one again.
“You have tomorrow off,” I say. I looked at her schedule before leaving the Hope Center. “Why not release a little steam tonight. For old times’ sake. Nobody would ever have to know.”
When I reach over and touch her leg, she gasps and her whole body tenses. Her legs, ever so slightly, part just a little wider. I smile to myself. I didn’t misread her in the diner. She wants me too.
When we pull into the garage at my house, I barely have time to park before she reaches over the center console of my car and opens my fly. Her breath is heavy, her voice a low rasp when she says, “I’ve been thinking about doing this ever since I saw you at the ribbon cutting ceremony.”
I’ve been thinking about this since the night she left me wanting more in my college frat house.
She pulls my cock out of my boxers and ogles. “It’s bigger than I remember,” she says. And then, with a small grin, she lowers her head into my lap. It’s like my horniest teenage fantasies are coming to life. Dream car, dream girl. She strokes me a few times, dragging her finger around the head of my cock, and then takes me into her mouth.
My eyes roll in the back of my head as the warmth of her mouth envelopes me. She takes me as deep as she can without gagging. My whole body goes warm, like sinking into a heated pool where everything is weightless. It feels incredible.
She sucks me slowly, in a steady rhythm. My hand rests on her head, but I don’t guide her. There’s something so sexy about watching and feeling her head bob in my lap. She takes me all the way down, to the base, and then twists up again, almost letting my cock pop out of her mouth, but instead she cleverly tightens her lips over the head creating an amazing suction that sends sparks shooting through my body.
Her hair is so silky under my hand, but after a few minutes I realize my fingers are now buried in her hair, grabbing at her roots. I’ve spent every ounce of self-control I had, so I start pushing her head, making her speed up her pace and take me even deeper. “I’m close,” I warn her.
To my surprise she goes harder, sucking and slurping and moaning. Fuck, she’s good at this. I block out all the thoughts that make me wonder how many men she’s been with since me.
I growl, trying to hold on as long as I can so I can keep savoring the feeling of Claire’s perfect mouth on me, but I can’t. She’s better than the fantasy that has been haunting me all these years. My orgasm crashes into me a strong wave, and I pin Claire’s head down as my cock explodes, shooting hot cum down her throat. I jut my hips up, keeping her head firmly in my lap, and feel my cock hit the back of her throat. Her hand reaches up and grips my own on her head. Fuck, that felt good.
My hands are shaking as I put my dick back in my pants. Claire is the sexiest mess I’ve ever seen. Her face is flushed, her hair is in disarray, her lips are swollen, and her eyes have tears glistening at the corners. I pull her toward me in a deep kiss. “I want you in my bed. Now,” I tell her. I leave no room for argument, and she doesn’t seem to even entertain the idea of saying no.
5
Claire
A few things register as I’m walking into AJ’s massive house. First, it’s enormous. And second, for being such a beautiful home, it’s sparsely decorated. There are no pictures on the walls, or anything that would make the place feel like a home. There’s no warmth to it, just some nice pieces of furniture. I picture him living up on this hill alone, afraid to come down because of the mobs of people, like Edward Scissorhands or Frankenstein’s monster. I know that’s not the case, of course. He adores his fans, and he probably has a new girl in his home every night.
I’m surprised by the tightness in my throat that image conjures. I don’t want to think about him with other women in his bed. Right now, I just want to think about me in his bed.
I follow him up a dramatic staircase to the second story of his house. There are floor to ceiling windows looking over the lake, and it’s stunning. His bedroom is the size of my apartment, just as sparsely decorated as the living area downstairs. Aside from a dresser and a nightstand, the only furniture in this giant room is a cozy-looking king California king-sized bed. About the only comfortable thing in his house.
He lifts me effortlessly into his arms and tosses me onto the bed. I laugh as I bounce. A girl could get lost in this thing. It’s so plush with all of the billowy blankets and pillows.
Moments later he’s on top of me. He undresses me with rapt attention. He looks like he’s about to lift off my top but goes for my pants instead. It’s like he doesn’t know where to start. My scrub pants come down smoothly, and he tosses them on the floor. His big hands trace my calves up my body and stop at my panties. Then he tugs those down too, inhaling a sharp breath. His hands rub up my tummy and grab my breasts before pulling my shirt over my head. His mouth finds my nipple and sucks it through the lace of my bra. My nerves sizzle as his tongue laps at me. He moves from one nipple to the other until I’m frantic and grabbing at his clothes. He pulls himself up on his knees and takes off his shirt. His erection is hard and straining through his pants, and I can’t help but reach out and touch, feeling the heat and firmness through the denim. He hisses through his teeth as I rub his erection, and then scrambles out of his pants and boxers. He opens up a small drawer in his bedside table and pulls out a condom. He pulls the drawer completely out, as well. It falls to the floor with a crash, but he hardly notices as he rolls on the condom. He dives onto the bed once the condom is on, and then he’s lying on the bed beside me, both of us naked now. Then things come to an abrupt stop. We’re just looking at each other. All frantic energy momentarily stilled. It’s like we’ve time traveled back to college, and being in this situation again is both strange and familiar. The corner of his mouth crooks up, and then he grabs me. He pulls me on top of him, grabs my ass, plunders my mouth, before rolling me onto my back again. He hovers over me, trapping me in the cage of his arms. His dark eyes are wide, his gaze drinking in my face, my curves, my breasts, and lingering on the cleft between my legs a while before sliding back up to my eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” he says with awe and whimsy. Men always tell me I’m beautiful, but none have ever said it the way AJ did. For the first time in my life I feel seen.
I put my hands on his cheeks, running my fingers along his scars
. He’s a gladiator, breaking his body for sport, for the entertainment of others. “So are you.”
His lips smash into mine in possibly the most heated kiss I’ve ever experienced. I run my nails down his back, grasping his hips as he pushes his hard-on against me, but not yet inside of me. I want it.
I spread my legs wider and reach between our bodies to take his cock into my hand. It’s so big there’s no way I could ever wrap my fingers fully around it. My breathing rushes out of me in anticipation. I remember what it’s like to be filled up by him, the slight twinge of pain from the sheer size, and how the head punched at my cervix with his thrusts. It was the most thorough beating my pussy has ever taken and I loved every minute of it.
I bring his cock to my pussy and rub the head up and down my slit. I feel his hips pump into me as I thoroughly coat him with my wet pussy. I position him at my entrance and let go, allowing him to take over. The first inch has me moaning in anticipation. Just the head inside me leaves me feeling dizzy, and my pussy practically clenches, begging for more. He pulls back just a bit, before pushing in a little more. As much as I yearn to feel him filling me up, I’m grateful he’s taking a little time. Again and again he gives me a bit more before pulling out. I don’t know what’s better: the feeling of him inside me or the delicious drag when he pulls out. I’m greedy and impatient, so I start thrusting into him, urging his to go faster, go farther. Finally, he bottoms out, and I feel fuller than I’ve ever felt before. “Oh, God, you’re so big,” I say.
“It still surprises me how well your tiny pussy takes it. You’re so tight,” he moans.
I won’t be tight by the time he’s done with me. I’m shocked that I recovered after the first time he pummeled me.
He pushes into me again and again, hard and deep, but slow. He lifts my legs over his shoulders, bending me in a position that allows him to go deeper. I cry out. If I weren’t so turned on, this might hurt, but right now all I feel is the ache of my impending orgasm.
The room fills with wet suction sounds and my screams as he drills into me. He sucks my nipple into his mouth. The sensation causes a lightning storm in every nerve ending in my body.
He rolls me over so I’m on top of him. I ride him, bouncing up and down, impaling myself, grinding down low so my swollen clit gets the attentions it’s screaming for. I’m rolling my hips, completely delirious, only feeling the orgasm building inside me and his fingers, digging into my hips. He bites his lip and groans loudly. He wraps his massive arms around me and thrusts hard and deep. I scream so loud the sound echoes in my head. My first orgasm rips through me so hard that my legs start to spasm. He holds me down so I can’t escape as the muscles in my pussy convulse around his cock.
“Holy shit.” They’re the only words that come to mind as my body continues to be rocked from my climax.
I start to climb off of him, but he holds me tight with a devilish grin. “I’m not done with you yet. I’ve been waiting for the last eight years for this opportunity and I’m not going to let you go until neither of us are able to walk.
I return the grin and say, “Bring it on.”
I laugh and giggle as he easily flips me over onto my hands and knees. “Look at that perfect ass,” he says. I gasp with surprise when he gives my butt a good, hard slap. He massages my ass cheeks, spreading them apart and pushing them together. I close my eyes and revel in the way he rubs my back and shoulders, loosening up the tension.
He slowly rocks into me. I’m soaked from my orgasm and so he slips easily in and out. His thrusts come with more force. He spanks me again, hard. He pulls out, kissing the stinging flesh. My eyes spring open when his kisses turn to bites and licks and make their way to my pussy. He spreads my pussy lips open, tongue-fucking the delicate flesh. Damn, he has a long tongue, and holy fuck, it feels incredible. He sucks my clit until I start to shake. He keeps me on the verge of yet another orgasm, but doesn’t quite let me get to that point.
I try to pull away from him when his tongue slides up my crack. “What are you doing?” I gasp.
“Whatever I want,” he says in a husky voice. “Now bend over.”
He pushes me down. My head is buried in the pillow and my mind is panicking when the tip of his tongue starts to roll around my butthole. I feel so vulnerable in this position. It’s so embarrassing. I’m used to human anatomy. I’m used to seeing naked people for exams, but I’m definitely not used to me being the one on display.
“Wait,” I tell him and try to get up, but he holds me down.
“Close your eyes and relax. Let your body do all the thinking. Shut your mind off.”
I close my eyes, trying to do as he says. As his tongue continues to explore that forbidden area, I shut my mind off and only think about the feeling he’s giving me. And oh God, it’s miraculous. My pussy drips onto the bed, soaking the sheets.
When he’s done, my whole body feels open and weightless. How can I ever be with another man after knowing the pleasures of this one?
He sinks into me again, the force of his thrusts driving me into the mattress. I scream but the sound of it is muffled by the pillow. An orgasm suddenly rips into me, causing my whole body to convulse. And then he’s picking me up by my hips, lifting my back end into the air while my face is still buried in the pillow. He’s standing up, hammering into me with all his force. I’m screaming for him not to stop as I’m racked by yet another orgasm. It starts at my core and radiates through my entire body, a lightning bolt through my limbs that shoots to the tips of my fingers and toes, leaving them numb. He pulls out, dropping me onto the bed. I’m enveloped in a magnificent haze, every muscle in my body like jelly. AJ positions a knee on either side of my waist, and I see him rip off the condom. He takes his cock in one hand and cups his balls with the other. He starts stroking himself furiously. The veins in his neck are popping, and his face is completely flushed. He grunts through clenched teeth and my eyes are level with the swollen head of his cock. His body is amazing, hard and chiseled to perfection. I stick out my tongue to taste him, and he hisses, stroking faster until his thighs are completely taut and his hand stills. Ropes of cum shoot out at my face, landing on my cheek and in my open mouth. He groans as I swallow it down and lick my lips. He crumples down beside me.
He shakes his head and smiles, his words shaky and breathless. “You’re too goddamn hot for your own good, you know that?”
I shrug and smile. I’m too tired to care that I’m lying in my own wet spot. The exhaustion of a long day and great sex rushes over me. There’s no way I can keep my eyes open long enough for him to take me home.
His arms wrap around me, pulling me into his warm body. Though he’s all hard muscle, my body fits comfortably against him. The moment I close my eyes, I slip into a deep, content oblivion.
I wake up the next morning in the cocoon of AJ’s arms. His breathing is heavy, his weight crushing yet comfortable. Though he’s passed out, his hard cock presses against my naked backside. I want more of what I had last night. I crave it.
I start to rub against him, slowly rolling my rips, letting his hard cock slip and slide against my wet pussy. His arm twitches, his legs readjust, subtle signs of him starting to wake up. He nuzzles his face into my hair.
His breath is warm on the back of my neck. “Looks like the naughty dream I was having is about to come true.
He lets out a frustrated sound. “I’m out of condoms,” he says.
“I didn’t bring any with me either.” I wish I had but I definitely didn’t foresee the night ending up here.
“Don’t worry,” he says.
His cock slips between my thighs, rubbing against my pussy lips, but not going inside. He reaches around to touch my clit. I spread my legs, giving him access. I want him inside of me, I crave that fullness. I’m an addict. But this feels good too, and I don’t want him to stop.
His fingers push into me. My head rolls back and I moan.
He bites my ear lobe. In a low voice, he says, “You like that?”
My throat is dry; I can barely speak. Instead, I nod.
“What about this?” He puts a third finger in and it feels as full as when his cock is inside me.
“Yes.” The word is barely a whisper.
His fingers pull out of me, and I’m suddenly empty. That, I don’t like.
His slippery fingers rub across my asshole. My breath hitches as he easily slides the tip of one of them past the barrier.
“What about that?” he asks. I can hear the anticipation in his voice. He wants me to like it. I’m not sure if I do. It’s uncomfortable, awkward. Foreign.
“I don’t know,” I admit.
“Roll onto your back.”
He pulls his finger out. The sensation lingers. It doesn’t hurt by any means, but it’s strange.
I roll over like he asked. He spreads my legs. My head falls back against the pillow when he starts to softly glide his tongue against my clit.
“Oh my God.” The words moan out of me. His tongue is magic. A lot of guys will use a stiff tongue when they go down on me, flicking the sensitive area. I’ll humor them with sounds, but they don’t get it. They’re clueless. AJ, on the other hand, seems to know exactly what to do. He relaxes his tongue, leaving it flat and just slowly massages it, using his head to move it instead of the muscle of his tongue.
He uses the abundant juices leaking from me to lube his finger again. When he slips it into my asshole this time, it’s different. Maybe it’s the attention to my clit that helps things along, but fuck, it’s good.
The constant leak of my pussy keeps his finger nice and wet so that is slips in and out with ease. I feel the pressure of an orgasm start to build. My muscles contract around his finger.
“You like that finger in your ass, don’t you?” he says.
“I love it,” I admit.