by Blythe Reid
I felt around his lap, and he let me. He turned to face me, running his own hand up and down my legs. With each stroke, he left a series of chills in his path.
“They’ve got rooms in the back,” said Theo.
“I know,” I replied.
The bartender gave Theo his shot of vodka, which he downed quicker than I’d expected him to. He exhaled a few times, trying not to let the alcohol get the better of him.
He leaned in to me, his hot breath tickling my ear. “You want another drink?”
I answered his question the way that I’d answered Julian’s before. I stood up, taking his hand. I walked us to the back toward the room that I had taken previously. I was oddly content to find that my room was available. To be somewhere familiar gave me a strange sense of comfort and power.
He closed the door behind us, and I wasted no time. I kissed him, running my hands along his body to get a feel for how strong he was, wondering what all he could do to me. His hands went straight for my breasts, massaging them firmly in his strong hands. My hands went for his bulge, wanting to know just what I was about to take.
I pulled down his pants, sinking to my knees. As I slowly pulled his boxers down, like someone opening a gift on Christmas, I was greeted by his massive, throbbing cock. He was thicker than Julian, but I couldn’t tell in that moment if he was longer. His cock was more gorgeous and full than Julian’s, and I was eager to drain it.
I grabbed onto his dick and full balls, massaging them. He pulled my dress down enough so that my breasts could be freed and able to be openly touched and admired. I licked his tip, curious at what his flavor was. I took him deep into my mouth, sucking on him and getting a nice taste.
He let out a loud moan, and I let him go all the way back to my throat. I gagged, but I liked how he choked me.
“I love this cock,” I muttered after I took a breath.
I put his juicy dick back in my mouth, letting his tip tap my throat again. With each time, he slid past my tongue and made me gag, he became braver. He grabbed onto my head and began to take over, fucking my slobbering face until I nearly felt like passing out.
He let me take a momentary breath. I ran my hand along his wet cock, getting my fingers nice and wet. I used his juice and my saliva as a lubricant to finger my already soaked pussy. While I touched myself, playing with my clit and my pulsating walls, I could feel his dick ready to burst.
“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he growled.
“In my mouth,” I said to him with a mouthful of his dick.
Our timing was extraordinary; just as he gripped my head again, thrusting like a machine, I felt myself begin to cum. And then, he emptied his glorious balls down my throat, feeding me his warm, exquisite seed.
I used the hand that was warm with my cum and firmly grasped his drained dick, using it to slap myself in the face. I smeared his delicious flavor around my face and lips, enjoying every moment of it.
“Fuuuuuck,” he moaned.
“Yummy,” I said with one last taste of his dick.
Although he was definitely empty, I noticed that he was still thick. I decided to be patient; I sat on one of the couches, looking at his naked body. He was just as sexy without clothes as he was with them.
“You got energy for another round?” I asked him.
“You bet your fine ass I do,” he laughed.
And, after only a few minutes, he surely did. To try and entice him, I laid my head in his lap, running my hands up and down his thighs while he played with my breasts with his hands. He filled back up, and he was ready to fill me up.
He took a condom and slid it on. He hovered over me, putting his throbbing cock deep in my aching pussy. It hurt at first; rarely had I had a man as thick and long as him. But after only a few thrusts and pushes, he had spread me out nicely and I was able to accept him with ease. I couldn’t tell what kind of condom he was wearing, but it felt unlike any other that I had inside of me. That, coupled with his hard force, was enough to make me feel like cumming right then and there.
I held on for as long as I could, but he knew how to ride me. I came in less than two minutes, screaming louder than I ever had in that room.
Theo laughed, clearly satisfied with my satisfaction.
“Damn girl, already?”
“Yes. It’s so fucking good.” I was panting, but didn’t give a shit.
He slowed down just enough for me to get the edge. I pushed him out of me, and then pushed him back onto the couch behind him. Initially, I was going to climb on top of him and pull the cum out of him in that manner.
Instead, I turned around, sitting on his lap, rubbing my ass against his dick. He slapped it against my cheeks, still hard and full for me. I aimed just right and slid my way down him.
Reverse cowgirl wasn’t just a position that could easily make me combust; I could feel the way that it was affecting Theo, and he was already ready to burst within seconds of me riding him. The slapping sounds that my ass made as it collided with his pelvis was enough to drive us both wild.
He began to pull my hair, tugging it just enough to make my head fall back. I was now looking up at the ceiling while I rode him. Every time he tugged a little harder, I could feel my walls crumbling even more.
He smacked my ass. I tightened around him, letting out a series of moans that I knew would be his catalyst. Sure enough, he grabbed onto my ass and fucked me harder and faster than he had before.
He roared like a beast as he erupted inside of me. Although I couldn’t feel him, I knew that if it was anything like I had tasted, it was warm and sweet.
I stood up, hearing the sound of his drained dick falling over onto his leg. He was gasping for air, staring up at me.
And just as I had done with Julian, I gave him no time to ponder. I got my dress back on just right, ran my fingers through my hair, and went for the door.
“Damn, usually the guy’s the one to leave,” said Theo.
I grinned playfully. “What? You want me to stay and cuddle?”
“No, I want to fuck that pussy again,” he laughed.
I gave him a wink. “Think about it next time when you jerk off.”
I took my leave, not looking back at the glorious man that lay on the couch. Like him, I wanted him to fuck me again, but I was determined to not have an ounce of familiarity with anyone I met at Deplicious.
5
I went out with my mom the next morning after my night at Deplicious. We shopped for what we were going to need for Thanksgiving, including the exact kind of turkey that my dad said he required. It was a nice time to catch up on things; even though I lived with my parents, we didn’t talk to each other as often as any of us would have liked.
Our conversation eventually got to our relatives: Who all was going to be at our place for the big meal, who they might be bringing, etc. The more we talked about our extended family, the more that it made me want to drink.
So, after our shopping was done, that was exactly what I decided to do. I texted Dani and told her to meet me at Bauman’s, one of my favorite bars close to home. I was vague in my texts as to what was bothering me; I didn’t even want to discuss my concerns any more than I had to.
Dani had gotten caught up in traffic, which had allowed me to finish two margaritas. I had ordered her one, too; the salt appeared to have mostly dissolved off the rim. She still took the drink gladly.
“Sorry I got caught up,” she said taking her first sip. “What’s going on, Morrigan? Talk to Doctor Dani.”
“My mom and I went shopping this morning,” I told her.
“You don’t like shopping with your mom?”
“I do, but we don’t like thinking about how much Thanksgiving is going to suck,” I elaborated. “We talked about who all was going to be there. My aunt and uncle from Sacramento are coming, my family that lives in Reno are coming- cousins, too. I usually love the holidays but ugh.”
“That’s not too bad, right?”
“And my aunt and cousins in P
hoenix are coming all the way here, too. My mom said we’ll probably let them crash at our place.”
“Oh shit, is that the-?”
“Yeah, the ones who disapproved of Brad the entire time we were married,” I confirmed. “And that said, ‘I told you so’ after we got divorced. And who now judge me for getting said divorce.”
“Oh no, girl that sucks,” said Dani. “You think they’ll make it awkward during dinner?”
“No, of course they won’t,” I replied sarcastically. “They only tell me every chance they get about how they don’t think that I know how best to live my life. It’s not enough that my dad won’t stick up for me when my aunt goes after me. He always just shrugs it off, ‘That’s how she’s always been,’ like that makes it okay.”
Dani drank a good portion of her margarita, trying to get as much goodness out of it before it became undrinkable.
“It wouldn’t be that bad if it was just the meal,” I continued. “But if they stay over? And when they stay over, sometimes they stay for days. Honestly, I kind of wish that I had another business trip to take right after Thanksgiving.”
Dani’s eyes widened. Her stare was pointed behind me, but I was too preoccupied with my misery to fully notice.
“I know that I said we probably wouldn’t have enough room, but I’m seriously considering begging you and your family to join us on Thursday,” I told her. “I’m going to suffer if I have to battle my aunt and cousins alone. I know you guys have probably already, like, made plans or whatever, but do you think maybe your parents would be down to joining us for Thanksgiving? My aunt will probably be on better behavior if you’re there. Sorry if I sound selfish.”
Dani continued to look behind me. It finally registered with me that she was trying to silently tell me something.
I turned around and instantly saw what had made her freeze like a deer caught in headlights- and right then, my eyes instantly grew wide, too.
It was my ex-husband with some other woman. They had gotten a seat at the other end of the place, and they seemed to not know that we were there.
“Wow, as if my day couldn’t suck more,” I said, staring down at the table.
“I don’t think he knows we’re here,” said Dani.
And like he could hear the words leave Dani’s mouth, Brad looked up from his table and peered over at us.
“Shit, he saw me,” she said.
“Can he tell I’m with you?” I asked frantically. “He can only see the back of my head. Do you think, oh fuck, please tell me he’s just going to stay where he is.”
“Do you want me to tell you that even if he’s heading this way right now?”
I took a deep breath. I turned around to face my demon. I was already growing angrier by the second at the fact that he was even approaching me.
“Hey Morrigan,” said Brad a little more upbeat than I’d have liked.
“Hi!” I replied in an unusually optimistic tone. “Look who it is!”
“Yep,” he said. “How’ve you been lately?”
“Good! I’m doing great! What brings you here tonight?”
“Came to drink and eat some food,” he replied.
“Duh! How are you doing lately?”
“Good. I’m good,” he replied.
He stood there, nodding. We were all smiling, but our masks were brittle. The lingering silence only made the situation more awkward with each passing second.
“We were actually just about to head out,” said Dani, looking out for me as usual.
“Oh,” said Brad. “Cool. Well, it was good to see you, Morrigan. You too, Dani.”
“Okay Brad, later,” said Dani.
I turned back around, feeling an odd urge to laugh. I stirred the remaining contents of my last margarita around in the glass.
“Come on,” Dani whispered to me. “We’re leaving.”
I didn’t need any convincing. I left what I owed on the table and hurried out of Bauman’s following Dani. I wondered what Brad or his date might be saying or if they were watching us leave, but I didn’t want to look at him any longer than I had to.
Once we got into the parking lot, I started to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Dani wondered.
“I’m just thinking how that probably looked bad,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“He came over and we just marched out,” I said. “I shouldn’t care that he was there. He’s going to know that he still affects me, you know?”
“No. We wanted to leave, we fucking leave.” She shrugged. “You were ready to leave, right?”
“I guess, but, I don’t know…. That shit would happen right as I’m thinking about what a craptastic Thanksgiving I’m going to have.”
Dani gave me a worried look.
“You know what, though,” I said. “It was awkward, but it didn’t hurt. He doesn’t even know how over it I am. He doesn’t even know that I’ve had two different guys in the last week, both that were better at sex than he ever was.”
“Right!” said Dani. “There you go! You didn’t even tell me all about this other guy. Why don’t we go to another bar, drink, talk shit about our exes, and you tell me about your new sexy toys.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I laughed. “I think I might have liked this new guy a little more than the first one. His dick was a bit bigger, too- Julian was a little hotter, though.”
“Damn girl,” said Dani. “You’ve got what we call a ‘good problem.’ Do these guys have any friends they can set me up with?”
“Come with me!” I requested. “I’m going back tomorrow night.”
“Again?” she asked flabbergasted. “Wow, I had no idea that I was going to get you addicted to Deplicious. That place should start giving me commissions.”
6
I entered Deplicious and was once again greeted by the dim lights and the same loud house music that was beginning to get stuck in my head. I went toward the bar, but before I could take my usual seat, I saw something that made me pause and process.
Seated in my area was not one, but both of my former lovers over the past week. Julian and Theo were both seated by the bar, together. They were talking, laughing, and seeming to enjoy each other’s company.
What the fuck?
I knew if I stood around for too long, someone by the dance floor would inevitably approach me. I decided to pique my curiosity and see what was going on by the bar.
Both guys looked over at me at the same time.
“Well, hello again,” Theo said to me.
Julian laughed, looking shocked. “No way. This is the chick you had the other night!? Get the fuck out of here!”
“Do you two guys know each other?” I asked them as I forced the awkwardness of the situation back down inside of me. They looked totally at ease with the fact that they both might have fucked me in the last week.
“Yeah, we’ve known each other for years!” replied Julian. “Wow, this is crazy. So, you two hooked up the other night?”
I grinned. “Yep. Yeah, we sure did.”
“That’s insane,” said Julian. “He didn’t tell me your name. I had no idea.”
“What brings you back here?” Theo asked me.
“Well, same thing that brought me here the last two times,” I replied. “What about you guys?”
“Same,” said Julian. “We’ve been scoping the place and coming up empty. Care to join us?”
I didn’t need convincing. I was more intrigued than horny in that moment. I sat between the two of them.
“So, is it just you two?” I asked.
“Nah, we came with our boy Skylar, as well,” replied Julian. He motioned over to the end of the bar.
I looked over and saw Skylar. It was hard to get a good look at him, but even in the lighting I could see that he was a lot thinner than either Julian or Theo. He had dark hair like Julian, but his skin was a bit paler. He gave me the peace sign; I gave him a weak wave.
“Why’s he sitting at
the end of the bar?” I wondered.
“He’s scoping for a lay, too,” said Julian. “He was chatting it up with some girls a few minutes before you showed up, but, guess it didn’t work out.”
I nodded. “So, how do you three all know each other?”
“I know Skylar from work,” answered Theo. “He models with me. I’ve known Julian here since I moved to Vegas.”
“We’re coming up on ten years now, you and me,” said Julian. “Can’t believe how fucking long it’s been.”
“You model?” I asked Theo with interest.
“Yeah, I’m a dancer for a male show downtown,” he replied casually. “Skylar’s worked the shows here longer than I have, but we only just met about a year ago. We’ve become pretty tight, he’s a good dude.”
“I’m impressed,” I told him honestly.
Julian didn’t seem to like the attention I was solely paying to Theo. “So, what do you do, Morrigan? You a model?”
I laughed. “No, I’m a fashion designer. I work for Vicki Verelli. I do work with models sometimes. What about you?”
“I’m the head of security over at the Bellagio and the Four Seasons,” he told me proudly. “It’s demanding work, but it comes with a lot of perks and pays pretty damn good.”
“How do you have all this time to come to Deplicious, Mr. Head of Security?” I asked playfully.
“Well, I don’t just do security all the time,” he replied. “I work hard, so I play hard.” He gave me his winning grin that had worked on me before.
“So, you’re both a couple of playboys, huh?” I asked them.
“Julian is,” Theo replied. “The man is thirty, and he still parties like he’s eighteen. Sometimes even I can’t keep up with him.”
“He’s exaggerating,” said Julian. “Hey, I like to have fun. Who doesn’t?”
“Do either of you have girlfriends?” I asked. They were both so sinfully hot.
“No, but I’d love to have one that could fuck me the way you did last night,” said Theo.
I wanted to blush, but I simply owned it. I had fucked him – both of them – really good. Milked the hell outta their cocks and took home evidence of our fun with a sore pussy the next morning.