by B. B. Hamel
She jerked me like that, using my pre-cum to move faster. I tore her shirt off and cupper her incredible breasts, kissing her neck and teasing her nipples and she jerked me.
“God I’ve wanted this body for so fucking long,” I whispered in her ear.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said back. “I need you to fuck me.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
“I need this big cock inside me.”
I grinned at her. “Finally using the right word.”
She pouted, but I didn’t let her say anything as I crushed her mouth with my lips. She continued working my shaft, working my cock with her hand, as we pressed our bodies together.
I rolled my shorts off and yanked her ass up toward me, lying back down on the mat. She gasped as I began to suck at her clit again, and she got the idea. Her mouth began to work my cock as I sucked her little pussy, licking her clit and sliding my tongue deep inside her.
I could feel every inch of my body pulsing as she sucked on the tip of my cock, her hand working it, but she was too busy moaning to take it all. I loved feeling her moan on my hard dick, trying to suck that cock but too busy loving my tongue on her clit to do much. There was nothing better than pushing her past where she thought she could go and then making it better, taking her further.
Finally, when I couldn’t take it anymore, I pushed her hips off me and slid away. She looked at me, gasping, her full lips pouty and open.
“Stay there,” I said as I went to my gym bag. I fished around in a pocket until I found my condom stash.
I walked over to her, my cock rock hard, completely naked. She got onto her knees and stared at me expectantly, and that look drove me wild. It said everything, proved how badly she wanted it, proved how badly she needed me to fuck her rough and take her body.
“Turn around,” I said as I ripped open the condom. She obeyed, turning, showing me her back.
I laughed and pushed her over onto all fours. I rolled the condom over my cock and grabbed her hips, rubbing her pussy with one hand.
“Fuck, Cole,” she groaned.
“Because you’ve been such a nice little slut, I’m going to give you what you want,” I said.
“Fuck me. I can’t wait anymore.”
I grabbed her hips and pressed my cock against her soaked entrance. Slowly, incredibly, I sank myself deep inside her.
It was fucking amazing.
Tight, warm, slick, and more. She put her face down onto the mat and gasped as I began to stroke in and out of her, my cock thick and full, filling her up.
“Oh my god, Cole!” she gasped. “I didn’t even think—”
“You could take me?” I finished.
“Yes. Shit yes,” she groaned.
I reached around and gently stroked her clit as I fucked her from behind.
“That’s it,” she said. “Oh yes, fuck yes. Keep doing that.”
“You get a dirty mouth when you have a cock inside you,” I grunted.
“Fuck that pussy, Cole,” she gasped.
That drove me absolutely wild.
I grabbed her hips and began to thrust inside her, slamming my cock deep. It was incredible how badly I wanted to fuck her deep and rough, make her take very inch, make her beg for more and more. I wanted to make her come on my cock, finally come nice and hard as I fucked her.
I’d been dreaming of this for over a year, dreaming of fucking her from behind, grabbing her perfect hips, slapping her thick ass, pulling her long hair. And it was more than I could have imagined, better than even possible, as I slammed myself inside her.
She worked her hips back against me, rolling and bucking, moving into my rhythm. I reached up and pulled her hair, making her gasp; she responded by working back even faster, rolling her hips.
It was like a frenzy as I fucked her. Our bodies were covered in sweat as I leaned over her, biting her ear, rubbing her clit, grabbing her hair. She said my name over and over, louder and louder, gasping and groaning, moaning loud and free.
I could feel her body tensing, and before she could reach her climax, I pulled my cock out and grabbed her hips, pulling her around and onto her back.
“I’m so close,” she moaned as I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and pressed my cock deep inside her.
“I want to look at those pretty lips when you come,” I grunted.
“Keep doing that,” she said as I fucked her deep and hard.
I reached forward and cupped her breasts, working my cock in and out, thrusting deep and long. I grabbed on to her hips as she began to work back against me, her hands up above her head and grabbed on to the base of a workout machine.
“Keep going,” she gasped. “Fuck me. Keep fucking me.”
I rubbed her clit as I slammed deep into her. She moaned, and I could tell she was close. I slipped forward, thrusting hard and deep and firm.
“Come for me,” I whispered in her ear, grabbing on to her hips. “Come nice and hard for me.”
“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Oh fuck, Cole.”
I watched, thrusting rough and deep, as she began to come, her whole body tense, her tits rocking up and back. Her pink nipples were hard as fuck, and the way she groaned my name, over and over, as the orgasm overtook her was too much.
I felt my own orgasm come on, my cock exploding my cum hot and deep inside her as she rocked her hips, her back arched.
Together, drenched in sweat, we came and came hard. My head was buzzing with her smell as pleasure exploded through me, jolting every inch of me awake. It was like fire and lava and sea water mixing together, sending deep rivulets of steam rolling through my flesh. I came, heat and more heat, filling her, fucking her, taking her body, making her mine.
And then it slowly came to an end. I slipped myself from her and lay on my back, breathing deep and slow. She put her head on my chest and laughed.
“Wow,” was all she said.
“Yeah,” I grunted back.
For a few moments, my mind was blank. There was nothing but Alexa, her body, her body with mine.
As we got dressed, she sighed and leaned up against the wall. “We should probably talk.”
“No need,” I grunted.
“About Madison.”
I shrugged. “Seems obvious. She’s the culprit. We confront her and this will end.”
“Might not end.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”
“She still has leverage.”
“Yeah, but we do too. I’m sure my mother has a file on her as thick as my thighs with plenty of dirt.”
“And how will you explain why you need something like that? If it even exists.”
I smirked at her. “It exists, trust me. My mother can be a fucking snake.”
Alexa nodded skeptically. “Yeah, well, maybe, but I’m not convinced.”
“I’ll handle Cindy,” I said.
“Fine. You can do that. But leave Madison to me.”
“You didn’t exactly do well with the last one.”
She shrugged. “Marla was a wild card, but I understand people like Madison. Trust me.”
I looked at her for a second. “I’m not sure if it’s because I had the best orgasm of my life in that tight pussy of yours or if I’m just an idiot, but okay. She’s all yours.”
Alexa gaped at me then laughed. “Best of your life?”
I grinned at her. “Don’t act like I didn’t make your sweet cunt feel things you didn’t know were possible.”
She smiled and looked away. “Maybe.”
Before I could reply, my phone began to ring. I walked over to my bag and fished it out, looking at the number.
Alexa was already walking upstairs. “Take it. See you later.”
I watched her disappear upstairs and then reluctantly took the call.
“What?” I said.
“Cole Redson?”
I paused. “Who’s this?”
“Cole, this is Mark Mayer. I represent Trent Cook.”
“Mark. You’re the manager.”
“Sure am. So as I’m sure you’ve heard by now. Trent wants a fight.”
I could feel the thrill run though me again. “I’m in.”
“Good,” Mark said. “Great. Two Saturdays from now?”
I paused again, frowning. That was incredibly short notice for a fight. Usually people took at least a month, more often two.
“Why the rush?” I asked.
“Personal reasons,” Mark said, brushing me off. “Think you can handle it?”
I should have told him to fuck himself and hung up the phone. But I wanted Trent, wanted him fucking bad I wanted to murder the fuck. Plus, I was still buzzing from Alexa’s pussy, from her ass, her mouth, every inch of her perfect body.
“Fine. Call my people. Make it official.”
“Good choice,” he said, sounding smug.
I hung up the phone and tossed it back into my bag.
I stretched, grunting. I was still floating from that orgasm. It felt like she had penetrated deep into my spine and flooded my system with endorphins. Over a year of imagining what it would be like to finally be deep inside her, fucking her rough and hard, making her sweat and beg, had finally come to a head.
And it was incredible. Fucking incredible. I was drunk on her pussy, drunk on her soaked cunt.
I fell back into my workout where I had left off earlier.
I couldn’t let myself slack, not now. Besides, she was just upstairs. I could have her when I wanted her, and then some.
I’d have her panting for more soon enough.
15
Alexa
My whole body had felt like it was buzzing with fire and light for hours after I had finally slept with Cole for the first time.
It had been building up for so long. Because of that, part of me thought he could never live up to the mythical image of him I had in my head.
But the real thing was so much different and so much better than I could have guessed.
My mind was swimming with the events of the last few days as I woke up early the next morning, a dull and incredible ache between my legs. Cole had disappeared sometime after I went upstairs and hadn’t come home, but that didn’t bother me much. He seemed like the type of guy to do that from time to time, and I figured he needed to think as much as I did.
Things were so much more complicated now. I had thought that finally giving in to what I wanted would simplify everything, but I was completely wrong. I had gone downstairs fully intending to seduce Cole, and although it had worked, it didn’t have the desired effect. I wanted him off my mind so that I could focus on everything else, but instead his thick cock sliding in and out of me only made it so much worse.
I wanted him so bad. Even in the early morning, hours after I had last touched him, I could still feel his lips lingering against mine and hear his dirty grunts in my ear. He was filthy and borderline insulting, but it only made me so much wetter every time he opened his mouth.
I sighed again, stretched, and climbed out of bed. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face. I paused outside Cole’s room on the way downstairs but didn’t hear a sound.
It was Sunday morning, and so my father was sitting at the kitchen table drinking black coffee and reading the newspaper.
“Morning,” I said as I poured myself a mug.
“Morning, sweetie,” he said. “How’s it going?”
“Fine.” I sat down at the table across from him and folded my legs underneath me. How would he have felt if he knew about me and Cole? Would he be disappointed, angry?
“What are your plans for today?”
I shrugged, not sure. “Maybe go for a walk or something. Maybe see Lacey.”
“That’s a good idea. Nice day for it.”
“Yeah.” I sipped my coffee.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you . . .” He trailed off and looked away.
“What’s up, Dad?” I asked. He wasn’t usually so bashful.
“Well, I was wondering how things are going between you and Cindy and Cole.”
“Fine, I guess,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “I can’t say I see much of Cindy.”
“And what about Cole?”
“He’s okay. He’s always working out.”
“You were a big advocate for letting him stay.”
“Just didn’t seem right to throw him out,” I mumbled.
“That’s pretty good of you.”
“I guess. He’s family now, right?”
Dad nodded thoughtfully and looked at me for a quiet second before speaking. “I do want this to be a family, you know?”
I felt my heart begin to beat heavy in my chest. Dad wasn’t normally so sentimental or direct about this sort of thing; typically, he just didn’t talk about it. Did he somehow know something about me and Cole? There was no way he’d be so calm about it, but then again, things had been pretty weird lately.
“I understand,” I said slowly.
“Good. So I’d like it if you could do something for me.”
“Sure, Dad. What is it?”
“Have lunch with Cindy.”
I felt a huge weight fall from my shoulders.
“I know you don’t see her much,” he said, continuing, “but I’d love it if you got to know her, just a little bit.”
“Of course,” I said, laughing. “When?”
“Tomorrow?”
“Okay.”
“Great.” He grinned hugely. “That’s a relief.”
I stood up, sipping my coffee. “You know that I want this to work too, right, Dad?”
“Of course I do.”
“Good. Let me know the details later then.”
“Okay.”
I waved and walked off, back toward my room.
For some reason, I felt like I had dodged a bullet even though it was clear that he didn’t know anything about Cole and me. Even better, getting lunch tomorrow with Cindy meant that I’d have an opportunity to snoop around her office.
And an opportunity to confront Madison.
For a second, I considered calling up Lacey and inviting her in on the little scam. But Lacey was busy with her new bartender boyfriend, the same bartender from that Republic thing she had crashed for us. Besides, it might look a little weird if I bought her with me to a lunch with my stepmother.
I stopped outside Cole’s room and knocked. I heard a vague grunt from inside, and so I pushed open the door.
“Morning, Co—” I stopped short.
I stared at him as he turned around and grinned at me. “What’s up?”
He was standing by the window in nothing but a pair of tight black boxer briefs. I could see every bit of his muscles, every bulging spot, and his cock stood outlined by the tight fabric. I quickly looked away, embarrassed, though I wasn’t sure why. He had fucked me just the day before, and yet I felt strange walking in on him.
“Uh, just wanted to talk,” I mumbled.
“So talk,” he said.
“Can you put some clothes on?”
“No, thanks. Why don’t you undress, too?”
“My dad is downstairs.”
“Shut the door then.”
“Come to my room when you’re dressed,” I said and quickly shut the door, walking back to my own room.
I didn’t know why my heart was pounding or why I felt so nervous. Things should have been so much simpler, so much better. I should have gotten him out of my system.
Of course, it didn’t work that way.
He knocked a few minutes later. “Come in,” I said.
He walked in, shutting the door behind him. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts as he sat down at the edge of my bed. I was sitting propped up with pillows, sipping coffee and looking at my laptop. I shut the lid as he looked at me.
“What’s up, sis?” he said, smirking.
“Stop calling me that,” I said. “Especially after . . .” I trailed off, not sure how to say it.
> “After I fucked you? After I gave you the best orgasm you’ve ever had? After I licked and sucked and fucked your tight pussy until you moaned my name?”
I blushed a deep, scarlet red. “Yes. That.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t know how you’re still so embarrassed.”
“Look, I want to talk about Madison.”
“Who?”
“Madison,” I said, frustrated. “The assistant. Our blackmailer.”
“Oh, her,” he said. “Sorry. I was distracted by the memory of my lips on those hard little nipples of yours.”
“Cut it out,” I said, swatting at him.
He crawled up into bed next to me, grinning the whole time. “Or what?”
“Or I’ll throw you onto the ground.”
“I’d love to see you try.”
“This is serious, okay?”
He pretended to put on a serious face. “Okay, serious time.”
“I’m getting lunch with your mom tomorrow.”
His expression got dire. “That is really serious.”
I laughed, pushing him. He was like a brick wall. A warm, muscular, too-fucking-sexy brick wall. “Stop, asshole.”
“Okay, fine. You’re getting lunch with Cindy. So what?”
“So, I’ll be at her office and will have the chance to talk to her assistant.”
He nodded, understanding. “Okay then. I trust you.”
I stared for a second. “Seriously, that’s it?”
“Sure. That’s it.”
“You’re not going to tell me how you’ll take care of it, how my way is the wrong way, all that crap?”
He grinned at me, shaking his head. “Nope.”
I blinked, a little surprised. I had expected him to put up a fight, maybe be a little difficult. “Huh. Okay then.”
He leaned toward me. “That all?”
“Cole.” I put my hands on his chest.
“What? I just want to get to the good part now.”
“No. My dad is right downstairs.”
“If you can be quiet, we’ll be fine,” he said softly.
I bit my lip as he looked into my eyes. I knew what he wanted, and my soaking wet pussy wanted it too. His hands suddenly found my breasts, cupping them, as his lips grazed my neck.