by J. M. Walker
Roux would call and text me every so often to make sure I was okay, but he never came over. I even asked him if he wanted to go out for dinner. I had figured somewhere public would be safer, especially if he didn’t want to take this further than we already had. But he had turned me down, saying that work had suddenly gotten busy and he couldn’t get away. My parents called every so often, as well as my sister. But I didn’t want any company, so I told them I was fine and always cut the conversations short.
God, what the hell was wrong with me? I had never been so desperate for someone before. But Roux, he did this. He caused this burning desire to spread within me. He left me unraveled.
Getting a sense of bravery, I picked up my phone and texted him before I could stop myself.
Me: You better be home. I’m on my way.
Roux: Oh? And why’s that, baby girl?
Me: I think you know why.
My phone dinged in response after that, but I didn’t check it. I didn’t want to be turned down again by him. I didn’t want that lonely feeling to wash over me as his words registered the fact that he would fuck me but only on his terms. I understood that. But right now, the terms were mine. When he took over the control I was willing to give him, then he could do whatever he damn well pleased.
Driving over to Roux’s apartment, a moment of dread squeezed my stomach. What if he got mad? What if he actually threw me out and never spoke to me again? No, that wouldn’t happen. I couldn’t think that way. God, I was going crazy. He was making me feel this way. The past few weeks, all I could think about was Roux and getting him inside me. It had never been this way. Not between us. And definitely not between Aaron and I. The passion had never been there. I should have realized before it got too far, and I almost married him, but I didn’t know any better. Aaron had been my first everything, but I wanted Roux to replace all of that with him. I wanted to know what it was like to be with a man who couldn’t do anything but please his woman.
Swallowing hard, the nerves soon turned into heat as Roux’s building came into view.
Please don’t turn me away.
I chanted those words over and over the closer I got to his place.
Taking a deep breath, I parked, got out of the vehicle and slowly made my way into the building. The breath I had been holding, didn’t escape until I was standing in front of his apartment door. Thankful the security knew who I was and let me in, he didn’t have to warn Roux that I was there already.
I took another breath. And another one. My heart jumped, sputtered, beat so fast I thought it was going to burst out of my chest.
I tried the doorknob, my stomach somersaulting when I found it unlocked.
Here it goes.
I was about to offer up myself to my best friend. To do whatever he wanted to me. To make me submit to his darkest desires and give me everything in return.
Opening the door slowly, I stepped over the threshold. “Roux?” my voice cracked. Clearing my throat, I tried again. “Roux?”
At that moment, he came around the corner, running a towel over his head. He stopped suddenly when he saw me standing there.
My eyes widened at the sight before me. Before I could stop myself, my gaze slid down the length of him. All six feet, five inches. Every naked, hard muscle. Mouth-watering abs. Thick arms. And the monster between his legs.
“What are you doing here, Aster?” Roux asked, his voice rough but sure. He took a step toward me, his dick bouncing with the movement.
“I texted that I was coming over,” I told him, meeting his gaze.
“You did.” His eyes darkened. “But you never told me why. Is there something that you want?”
“I…I…” I sputtered.
“What did you come here for?” He dropped the towel, closing the distance between us, and placing both hands on either side of my head. Caging me in, he leaned down, his hot breath scorching my lips. “Did you come here for me to fuck you? Is that what you want?”
“I haven’t seen you in a few weeks,” I finally got out.
“And? We’ve gone weeks without seeing each other before. What’s different about this time?”
“You kissed me,” I reminded him. Reaching my hands out, my fingers brushed down the length of his abs.
His breath wavered, his dick bobbing up and down at my gentle touch. “Aster, you’re playing a very dangerous game right now.”
“But I want to play,” I confessed, ignoring the heat crawling up the back of my neck at my words. I had never been one to be open about what I wanted but with Roux, it was like he forced it out of me.
“I’ll give you one last chance.” He leaned down to my ear, nipping the lobe gently. “If you say yes, there’s no turning back. I won’t let you leave until the morning. You will be my sexual little submissive for the night. Is that what you want, Aster? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to bring out the greatest pleasure you will ever experience?”
Running my hands up his chest to his throat, I cupped his jaw. Licking along his bottom lip, I closed my mouth, sinking my teeth into the soft flesh.
He growled, pushing me hard against the door. “Aster.”
My breath caught. “Yes.”
This was the moment I had been waiting for my whole life. The need to be consumed and swallowed whole took over my thoughts as I waited for Roux’s next move.
Spinning me in his arms, he pushed me face-first into the door. “You’re my shy little girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, arching against him.
Roux slid his hand up under my skirt, hooking a finger into the string of my thong. “You’re making it easy for me.” Tugging on the small fabric, he tore it from my body.
“I want you too much to make you work,” I panted, slapping my hands against the door.
“Spread your legs and stick your ass out,” Roux demanded, lifting my skirt to my hips.
I did as I was told, my body trembling against him.
“Fucking beautiful.” A hard swat landed against the flesh of my rear.
I yelped.
Swat. Swat. Swat.
I moaned, pushing into each slap of his hand.
“So damn responsive, aren’t you? You want me to control your pleasure?” Roux fisted my hair, holding my head in place as his other hand landed hard blows on my rear. “Tell me.”
Swat. Swat. Swat.
“Yes,” I cried out, my skin burning.
“Tell me how bad you want me,” he demanded, his hot breath scorching the side of my face as his hand roamed down the side of my body.
“I…I…”
“Tell me.” He cupped my pussy, pushing his body against me. “You want me?”
“God, yes.” I had never felt pleasure like this, and he hadn’t even done anything yet.
“You’re shaking, baby.” He kissed the spot beneath my ear.
“Roux, please.”
He chuckled, the sound dark and inviting. Like he was promising me hours of endless pleasure. Hours where it would just be him and I. It would move our friendship to more than just being friends. Maybe I should have been concerned that it would be weird after but that part, that part deep inside of me, knew that this was meant to be. That we were meant to be. Finally. After all of this time and all of these years. Roux was mine and I wanted to be his.
Thank you, Aaron, for shoving me into his arms.
Roux grabbed a handful of my ass. “You are the very reason that I’m an ass man, baby girl.” Much to my surprise, he lowered behind me and sunk his teeth into the flesh.
I gasped, the pain slicing through me but quickly turned into ecstasy.
“Fucking perfect.” He rose to his full height and pushed his waist into me. His cock rested against my ass, swollen and ready.
I moaned, trying everything I could to get him inside of me. Just a little to the left, maybe an adjustment here and a thrust there. God, he was making me lose all thoughts of self-control. “I want you more than I ever thought a person
could want another person.”
“Oh, I know.” Roux gripped my hip, thrusting his cock between the cheeks of my ass. “How much do you need me inside you, Aster?”
“I need you like I need my next breath.”
“Fucking right you do.” Roux reached around me, sliding a finger over my swollen clit.
I jumped, arching against him.
“That’s it, baby girl. You’re so fucking swollen for me. Your body is drenched. I can feel you dripping down your thighs.”
“Y-yes.” I pushed back against him. “Please, Roux.”
He grunted, lifting me onto the balls of my feet. Inserting a finger slowly into my body, he thrust once, twice, three times before he removed it.
I whimpered at the loss.
Roux chuckled, rubbing the tip of his cock over my opening. “Hold on, baby. I’m not making any promises that I’ll be gentle.”
“I don’t want gentle.” I pushed against him. “I want you rough.”
“Fuck,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Put me in you, Aster.”
I reached between my legs, running my fingers up and down his thick length before doing as I was told.
We both groaned as he slid inside of me, filling me to the hilt.
“Oh God,” I cried out, spots dancing in my vision.
He paused, waiting for me to get used to the size of him.
“Please,” I whimpered. “I need you to move.”
Holding my waist, Roux pulled out and thrust back into me in one smooth move. He repeated his movements, the thrusts slow. Painfully slow. It was agonizing in the way he built an unexpected pressure deep in the pits of my center.
My breathing became shallow. My heart picked up speed. His cock hit that perfect place, forcing a fast release to rock through my core. His name left my lips on a hard cry.
“Now you’re ready for me.” Bending me over, he gripped my hips and began hammering into me.
I screamed, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“That’s it. Take my cock like a good little girl.”
“Oh God,” I moaned, unable to control the incoherent words leaving my mouth. This man and what he did to me. To my body. To my mind. He consumed me completely. Took over my thoughts. Forced the pleasure from within and kept it for himself. He was rough where I was soft. We fit well together. Connected in a way two people who trusted each other should.
“Come again for me, Aster. I want you to have orgasm after orgasm until you can’t walk anymore.”
“Please,” I pleaded. “Kiss me.”
Roux pulled from my body and spun me around. Cupping my jaw, he pushed me up against the wall and crushed his mouth to mine.
I sighed, snaking my arms around his thick shoulders and took everything he had to give me.
With rough hands, he lifted me and wrapped my legs around his waist before entering my body once again.
I shivered, deepening the kiss.
He growled, thrusting hard and fast and giving both of us the pleasure that we had been craving since the very beginning. After years of being just friends, this was finally happening.
“Harder,” I heard myself beg.
Roux released my mouth, trailing soft pecks down the length of my jaw, to my ear. “Your pussy is the hottest, snuggest, sweetest thing I have ever felt.”
I panted, trying to move against him.
He leaned back, glancing down at our joined bodies. “You want to ride me?”
I chewed my bottom lip, nodding.
Roux placed me gently on my feet. “Bedroom.” He turned and headed for his room.
I followed behind him on shaky legs. My muscles hurt already, and I knew that it was only the beginning.
He stopped suddenly, looking down at me over his shoulder. “I never gave you permission to walk.”
My heart jumped.
“Crawl.” He pointed to the floor. “I want to see that beautiful ass in the air.”
Pulling off my clothes, I dropped to my knees. I smiled when his eyes darkened with lust.
“Good girl.” He pointed to his room. “Now crawl for me.”
I did as he demanded, the cool air caressing my sweat soaked skin. The pleasure between my legs dripped down my inner thighs, reminding me of where he had been just seconds before. This playful dominance was new for me, but it forced a sense of peace over me.
I crawled past him, waiting. To find out what he would do next. Would he just watch me? Did he want me to please him?
“Stop.”
My body halted when I reached the entryway to his bedroom.
“Stand.”
Rising to my full height, I shivered.
Roux brushed his hands down the lengths of my arms, his hard cock resting against my ass. “Do you see that bed?”
“Yes,” I answered, unable to take my eyes off of the large king size bed.
“You will be spending the next several hours in it. Writhing. Panting. Begging. At one point, you will think you won’t be able to handle anymore. But you will.” He pushed me forward. “Now lay on the bed. I’m hungry as fuck.”
Roux
I WAS STARVING. DRIVEN mad with the need to fuel the sustenance that curbed every waking desire in my soul.
When Aster walked to the bed, she had an extra sway in her hips. She threw me a small smile over her shoulder and crawled onto the mattress.
Oh, she wanted to play. Well I was the fucking master at this game.
Before she could lay on her back, I was on her. Digging my fingers into her hips, I pulled her toward me and dove my face between her legs. Her cries of pleasure mixed with the sweetness of her body flowing down my tongue, sent a shiver racing down the length of my spine. Fuck me she tasted good.
“Roux.” She threw her head back, bucking against my face.
Releasing her with a wet smack, I flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her to all fours. Laying behind her, I pulled her body onto my face.
Aster’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her hand gripped my hair, her body moving back and forth over my tongue.
That was all I needed to take her to the heights I wanted. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and thrust my tongue in and out of her. Humming against her pussy, I lapped and sucked, drinking up every drop leaking from her body.
She whimpered, digging her nails into my head. “Oh, Roux. Please.”
Covering her core with my mouth, I sucked and nipped. Flicked and fucked. The juices of her pussy coated my tongue, dripping down my jaw and chin. It was messy and fucking delicious.
“More. Harder. Please. Make me come. God, Roux. I can’t.”
Her demands and cries of pleasure encouraged me to eat at her cunt harder. Faster. Rougher. I made no apologies over how intense it was. How deep my tongue went. Or how many times I made her come.
Aster screamed, her pussy gripping my tongue. I didn’t let up until she came again and again.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” I asked, flattening my tongue and running it over her clit.
“Fuck me.”
Those words left her mouth, but she still circled her hips against my face.
I chuckled, taking the hint and sucked her clit between my lips. Pulling and tugging until she was screaming again and only then did I come up for air and give her what she wanted. Every inch of me. Every throbbing vein. Every part of my soul that was hers from the very beginning. Ever since we were kids, I belonged to this woman in my arms. And she was mine. It just took longer for her to realize that. But now that we were finally together, I was never letting her go. I would make her realize that we were meant to be and that this was right.
This was the only good thing to come out of Aaron leaving her. And I could never repay him enough for that.
Aster
I MOVED DOWN THE length of Roux’s body, straddling his waist and slid my center up and down the length of his hard cock.
“You want to ride me?” He groaned, gripping my thighs tight. “Yo
u want my dick inside you?”
“Yes,” I said, scratching my nails down his hard chest. “Please. I need…I need you.”
“Put me in you, baby. Show me how much you want me inside of your tight body.”
I wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking. Slow. Fast. Up. Down.
“Fuck. Stop teasing me.”
I giggled.
“You think that’s funny do you?” he asked, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
“Yes.”
“Do as I said, or I won’t let you come again.”
My stomach flipped at his threat. Under normal circumstances, I would have defied him, but something told me that he meant what he said.
Lining up the tip of his cock with the entrance to my pussy, I lifted my hips and slowly lowered down the length of him.
Roux thrust hard until he was deep inside of me.
I gasped.
He didn’t let up. He owned me with every powerful thrust.
In a quick move, he flipped us over until I was beneath him.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I scratched my nails down his broad back.
“You feel so damn good, Aster,” he purred in my ear, covering me with his big body.
“You’re so deep,” I whispered.
He grinned before crushing his mouth to mine.
I realized now that Aaron leaving me was the best thing that had ever happened in my life. It brought Roux and I closer in a way I never knew was possible.
A couple hours later and Roux was still seated deep inside of me. I was spent. Exhausted from the physical pleasure and emotional release he had given me.
He wouldn’t stop kissing me. His mouth owned mine as much as his body owned the rest of me.
“Come for me, Roux,” I whispered. “Please.”
He grunted, thrusting once, twice. A third time before he shook. He yelled out my name, hot jets of his cum filling me.