Hurry 1

by Gabriella Maltese

  Hurry

  Book One

  Copyright © 2016 Gabriella Maltese

  Published by Gabriella Maltese

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  All characters in this book are fictitious.

  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.

  It contains sexually explicit scenes and graphic language.

  All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

  This is BOOK ONE of a SERIES best read in order.

  Look for BOOKS TWO and THREE,

  or the HURRY 123 BOX – Coming Soon!

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  Table of Contents

  1

  About the Author

  Titles by Gabriella Maltese

  Connect with Gabi

  We are biologically wired to desire orgasm. And in the darkest corners of our minds lay powerful tools to grant us release. I haven't had a good come in a month. Just hurry up and fuck me.

  1

  Chased

  Tonight is a kind of a big deal.

  My husband Buck and I are slightly-more-than-casual fans of World Cup soccer (European football). We've followed all the teams since the group stages a month ago and the knockout stage over the last two weeks – it all boils down to the Final, tonight. And we've been invited to a Cup Final Party with a few friends.

  And it couldn't come at a better time – Buck is ever-stressed due to his work, and I'm exhausted with our two over-scheduled kids, keeping house, and trying to get my mommy blog, 'bloggystyles,' off the ground – unfortunately, a thousand other mommies had the same idea.

  So, never enough money, time, or energy it seems. Add bedroom frustration to that list – we haven't had anything like a date night in months. This party at Jane & Chase's is a welcome distraction. I was promised, 'there'll be wine!'

  Jane has been my best friend since grade school. Although we went to different high schools and universities, we stayed close – today, we're only a half-hour drive through farmland (and weak cell reception) apart.

  My BFF!

  Her husband Chase, on the other hand, is a real prick – I always said it was inevitable with a name like “Chase.” Of course, he's a handsome athletic type, but being a world-class misogynistic jackass is the balance. I never got what she saw in him (besides his body) and was glad whenever she cheated on him. He and Buck seem to get along great, however.

  “Let me take your coats!” Jane and Chase greet us at their door.

  “Hey Buck, how you been? Looking good, Mackenna,” he gives me an awkward hug that makes me cringe. He usually grabs my ass – strange, today he doesn't.

  Buck says hello to our hosts, then he and Chase head toward wherever the beer is at.

  Jane's place is small but it's all one level, so it feels big – no upstairs, but a longer walk from one end of the house to the other. I follow her as she brings our coats down the stretched hallway to the spare bedroom at the end of it – she points out some random new lights or other bullshit before setting our coats atop a small pile already started on the guest bed – decorated with a pretty duvet and matching pillows.

  We walk back into the kitchen where our friends Shelly & Marc and Courtney & Mike are already into their second round, which I suppose from the number of empty beer and wine bottles. Bina & Ezra arrive while I'm deep into my own first wine glass. With the five couples, it's a pretty tight squeeze in the modest kitchen, so some folks migrate into the living room where the TV is already spewing pre-game content – kickoff is about an hour away.

  …

  Everyone is chatty over beer, wine, and hors d'oeuvres. After my second glass, I'm tipsy, but steady – I love my wine, but am keen not to overdo it in mixed company. Eventually, I get cornered by Chase – ugh, anything but to be stuck talking to this self-important pinhead.

  “Hey, missed you at Marc's birthday last month.”

  “Yeah, Buck was out of town, couldn't get a sitter. Next time.”

  I don't know if he's a close talker or what, but he always needs to be almost pressed up against me, his face not six inches from mine. I step back, and he pretends like someone is pushing him from behind.

  I hardly listen, as whatever he's saying only reminds me that he's boorish and chauvinistic. He clumsily asserts what he believes to be some clever commentary on celebrity boob jobs, the payoff of which only serves to make me self-conscious about the tight t-shirt I'm wearing now.

  Although, ironically, for once he wasn't staring directly at my tits the ENTIRE conversation. I smile too-politely and roll my eyes only two or six times. He 'accidentally' bumps into me again, before heading to the TV seats to watch the game kick-off. He's like a vulgar Tarzan.

  I wonder if I'm the only one who doesn't buy his phony-charm-y bullshit.

  …

  Soon, folks were feeling no pain, drinking and enjoying the company. After the first period, the score was zero-zero. The guys took over the TV and living room, dragging the beer cooler in with them. The ladies were holding down the kitchen and the wine supply.

  It occurred to me to check-in with our sitter, but I wasn't getting any network bars on my phone.

  “Jane, I'm have a terrible time trying to get a cell signal.”

  “Sorry, we have the worst reception out here – can you get on the wifi?”

  “Ah, let me see … 'Link90Home,' is that you?”

  “Yeah, but I don't know the password – you'll have to get it from Chase – he sets up all the devices. I'm useless with that stuff.” Of course she is.

  I dreaded the idea of having to initiate another conversation with the ape-man. I groan and head into the living room.

  Chase was sitting on the love seat and I tap him on the shoulder, “hey, can I get your wifi?”

  “Mackenna! I knew you couldn't get enough of me.”

  “Yeah, that's probably it. Anyway, I can't get a cell signal, Jane says you'd have the wifi password.”

  He beckons me to lean down and he whispers into my ear, “show me your tits.”

  “What?”

  “I'm serious,” he looks me straight in the eyes and whispers, “if you want the password – show me your tits.” He swallows the rest of his beer.

  It doesn't even surprise me, “fuck off.”

  “You wish,” he pulls another beer from the cooler, laughing at his own stupid non-joke.

  I head back into the kitchen for a refill myself.

  “Did you get the password,” Jane asks.

  “No – your husband is a fucking idiot.”

  “Chase, give Mackenna the password – what the fuck?

  “Hey,” he laughs. “All I said was, show me your tits.”

  The other guys all have a chuckle – even Buck, who couldn't give a shit. Honestly, they revert to hooligans when they're all together.

  “Oh, for fuck's sake,” Jane turns back to me, “listen, the spare bedroom – where I put the coats – sometimes I can get a better signal in there. It's closer to the nearest cell tower or some shit.”

  “Alright, I'll try it in a little bit. Thanks.”

  …

  After I finish my
glass, I walk down the hallway and into the spare bedroom to check my phone. No signal yet, so I hold my phone close to window, thinking that might help, when somebody comes up behind me and slaps my ass. I spin around and it's Chase.

  “Fuck, what do you want?”

  “What are you snooping around for?”

  “I'm not snooping around – I'm trying to get a better cell signal, because SOMEONE wouldn't give me the wifi password.”

  “What's in it for me?”

  “Not now, Chase,” I look at my phone, hoping a single service bar might save me.

  “Come on, don't you want it?”

  “It? I don't even know what you're talking about – don't care.”

  Chase presses against me – there isn't anyone behind him to blame it on, “are you sure?”

  “What are you doing?”

  “Come on, quit playing,” he's obviously had too much to drink.

  “Just go away,” ugh, still no bars.

  “Just give me a kiss, and I'll leave you alone.”

  “Nothing is happening – I'm not kissing you. You're drunk.”

  “One kiss, please?”

  “No, what about Jane?”

  “She cheats on me, and you know it – why the fuck would she care?” He almost sounded hurt for a switch. So I almost felt sorry for him.

  “Fine. Then you can fuck off,” I turn my face and point to my cheek.

  He grabs my face and turns it back. I try pushing him away but he's too strong and presses his mouth against mine.

  “What the Fuck?” I wipe him from my mouth.

  “Come on, you know you want it. You've been wagging your tail in my face all night.”

  “I don't want anything – I haven't been doing that.”

  “Then why are your nipples poking through your shirt?”

  “Fuck you, they aren't,” shit, they were.

  “Prove it – if your nipples aren't hard as rocks, I'll fuck off – if they are, you have to kiss me.”

  “Fuck off, anyway,” I try to step around him.

  Chase pulls me to him again and in a blur, he reaches beneath my shirt and behind my back to unclasp my bra. He reaches one hand over my freed tits, feeling my nipples (hard as rocks) – I squeal and pull away, dropping my phone into the coats.

  “Are you fucking out of your mind?” I think I just let him grope me – or I was too stunned to object.

  “You're fucking horny as Hell, and you know it.”

  “Go fuck yourself,” I'm fumbling to reconnect my bra, and starting to feel a little bit nervous.

  “You know I'm right. Come on, just one kiss – a REAL kiss.” He was getting louder, and the last thing I wanted was for someone to hear us and get the wrong idea.

  “Fuck it, FINE. One kiss. You are fucking unbelievable, do you know that?”

  I close my eyes, purse my lips, and brace myself. He holds my face and I feel his lips on me again. When he pushes his tongue into my mouth, my eyes open wide – I spit him out.

  “Fuck!”

  “Mmm mmm!” He smacks his lips.

  “Dude, fuck the Hell off,” now I can't find my phone and I still can't hook my bra.

  “You are so fucking hot right now. Come on, feel how hard you make me.”

  “Nobody cares.”

  “Your pussy cares.”

  “It doesn't,” as soon as I say that, I can feel my panties getting wet. I look around him at the barely-open door, and can't decide if I wish it were flung open wide so someone can see and save me, or if I wish it were shut so no one can see whatever-the-fuck is about to happen next.

  “Yeah it does – FEEL how hard I am,” he pulls my hand to feel his bulging cock. Holy fuck, it's huge (and hard). “You know you need this inside you.”

  “I don't,” I do.

  He lets go of my hand but it stays put. I stand there like an idiot, holding his crotch like I've been hypnotized. I am. How does Jane take this monster?

  I take five seconds to consider everything that could possibly go wrong. Chase interrupts my thought, and before I can react, quickly pushes my t-shirt and bra up over my breasts – the cool air gives me a chill and I yelp.

  Immediately, he leans in and starts kissing one nipple while rolling and pinching the other before switching – I protest but do nothing to stop him. He just keeps sucking on my nipples and it feels wonderful,. Why did it have to be this asshole? Fuck, anyone but this jerk.

  And I'm still holding him.

  Why am I still holding him? My only thought is exactly how stretched-out is Jane's pussy?

  I squeeze his bulge through his pants, until I mechanically unbuckle, unzip, and reach inside to pull his cock out and it looks BIGGER than it feels – it looks delicious. Fuck, whatever resistance I had left is defeated by my need to taste it.

  “Shut the door,” I whisper.

  He looks at me, wondering if I really just said that – I nod.

  Chase backs up a step and pushes the door shut.

  When he walks back, I push him onto the bed. I groan in resignation and bend down to lick the salty pre-come from the tip of his gorgeous cock before taking the entire head into my mouth. I push him back and start licking up and down his shaft – then alternating between licking it and taking about half of it into my mouth. The whole time I'm leaning over him, he's playing with my tits.

  I take him as deep as I can into my throat – which isn't very deep at all – before gagging on it.

  “Sorry,” I cough. Why did I apologize? In a confused effort to regain my composure, I go back to drooling over his cock, when he pushes me from it and sits up.

  “Mackenna?”

  “What?”

  “I'm gonna fuck you a little.”

  “No.”

  “Come on.”

  “NO.”

  “Come on, I'll be real quick, I promise,” he makes a long face.

  I look at his throbbing cock and then back at the closed door, hearing the game and party noises coming from the other side, “fine.”

  “Fine?”

  “Yes.”

  “Right now?”

  “Just HURRY, okay?”

  I've never seen anyone move as fast. Chase reaches down to push my leggings over my hips – I hold onto his shoulders as he bends to slide my pants down and pull them from my feet.

  He admires my legs, whistling, before pushing me back onto the coat pile. Staring at my damp panties, he makes some corny growl, then leans down to bite me right through the fabric, giving me a shiver.

  “Oh God. Why does it have to be you?” I cover my face.

  Pushing my legs into the air, Chase lifts my bottom so he can remove my panties. He does it slowly.

  “Please, just hurry,” I groan.

  He pulls my underwear from one leg, leaving them hang from the other.

  I reach down, instinctively, to defend my shaved pussy, and he slaps my hands away.

  I almost lose it when I feel his mouth on me. He starts lapping up my liquid and I respond by lifting my pelvis to his face and grinding against his tongue. He uses his hands to grab my ass and hold me still.

  I'm writhing as he licks my drenched pussy lips and sucks my clit into his mouth. I grab a pillow and scream through my first orgasm, squeezing his head between my legs.

  I catch my breath and tell him, “okay, just hurry, please.”

  My mind races. I can't believe this is happening and I'm having second thoughts.

  What if someone comes in?

  I look down and see his cock, still slick with my saliva, pointing at me. It's too big.

  “Oh no … wait, don't …”

  Too late. He kneels between my legs, smears his greasy cock against my opening, and slides its head inside. It's tight – I would scream again, but his mouth covers mine and I moan onto his tongue instead. He begins to screw his fat cock deep into me.

  It stretches me, but it's not painful. He grinds deeper until I can feel his cock is maybe half-way in.

  My G
od, I can't believe I'm letting him fuck me.

  “Mackenna, you are fucking amazing.”

  “Shut up.” I'm whimpering.

  “I knew all you needed was a little dick,” he pushes almost to my cervix.

  “Just shut up and hurry. Oh my God,” I try to guess who is going to walk through the door and see Chase impaling me on top of their coat.

  He keeps fucking into me when he grabs my face and starts kissing me – I kiss him back. He stretches his tongue into my mouth and I suck on it. He brings his left leg over to scissor me and his cock drives deeper than anything that's ever been inside me. I can feel the head of his cock burrowing into my womb.

  He leans down to catch my bouncing breasts into his mouth. My nipples are sensitive and he bites them, making me cream around his cock as a second orgasm sends me into spasms.

  I imagine everyone poking their heads through the door, watching us fuck, and it feels so fucking good right now, I wouldn't care.

  We fuck like that for a minute before he reaches behind to pull my ass to him tight and announces that he's coming, only a tick before I feel his cock erupt, blasting my insides. I take his face and I kiss the sonofabitch, feeling his jerking cock spit a pint of his come into me.

  I convulse in orgasm for a third time and see stars.

  “Fuck.”

  We both exhale sharply.

  “Wow, Mackenna,” he FINALLY stops coming, I think. “Best. Pussy. Ever.”

  “Fuck.”

  He leans forward to kiss my nipples again, but I pull my shirt down to protect them – he leans up to kiss my mouth instead. He's still semi-hard when he pulls his cock from me – I reach down to soothe my reddened pussy and feel his come leaking out.

  He reaches down, takes a glob and holds it up to my lips, “swallow it.”

  “You fucking asshole.” I hesitate, but stick out my tongue anyway and suck our mixture from his fingers. I'm shuddering as my orgasmic tremors subside. I swallow and lick my lips, “now hurry up and get the fuck out of here.”

  “You fucking loved it.”

  I did.

  “Fuck off.”

  We pull our pants back up, quickly and silently. I manage to fix my bra and straighten the bedcovers, pulling the coats back into a pile.