Engaged (The ABCs of Erotica)

by Maxxwell, Lexi

  “She fucks like a man, and seems desperate for love. I wanted to please her. I felt myself wanting to take care of her, and knew I had to leave. She was looking for an anchor. I don’t think Leigh is giving her what she wants.”

  She swallows. “What about me?”

  “I still love you, Zoe. Maybe more than before because I understand you even better. But our love is different now, more mature. And less nurtured. Dim enough to teach me that no matter how glossy something might be, it fades if it isn’t shined.”

  I pause, chewing the truth.

  “What is it?” Zoe asks.

  “What if this happens with Richard? What if I grow distant with him, less interested, like I have everyone before?”

  “Isn’t that why you’re doing all of this — to figure that out?”

  I nod.

  “Don’t stop to think, Liza,” Zoe whispers. “What is it you’re really afraid of?”

  “That someday Richard will bore me.”

  “Nonsense,” Zoe says, leaning forward. “Again, without stopping to think, tell me about the best sex you’ve ever had in your life.”

  I smile.

  This is one of my favorite stories …

  One of My Favorite Stories

  “This was about six months ago, halfway into my relationship with Richard.”

  I look over at Zoe, smiling as I settle into my story. It’s one of my favorites. It’s a story I’ve told myself many times, while falling asleep, with Richard snoring beside me, or alone and wishing he was.

  “I was thoroughly miserable. Not because of anything Richard had done. I was already starting to think that my new man might be perfect. I hadn’t been back to my place in over a month, which I had realized that morning after paying rent and doing some math.”

  “Ha,” Zoe laughs. “I know that stage.”

  “You’ve been here for years,” I say.

  “Yes,” Zoe agrees. “And in that time I’ve had plenty of guests who were paying for unused rent.” Her innocent smile stings me.

  I continue. “I was really unhappy. Mark and his boyfriend Abraham were having drama. My brother wanted to bring Abraham as his guest to one of my mom’s big charity events in Florida. She kept saying no, which was totally stupid because that would make her look cool more than anything, but my mom gets big sticks in her tiny ass, like, all the fucking time. This was one of those. Mark dug his heels in, saying it was bullshit. He was totally right: There shouldn’t be any reason he couldn’t bring his significant other to the party. My parents said they didn’t care, but that other people would. These were those types of donors. Business was business. They were both being total assholes about it. Everyone took sides. There was a lot of yelling, and as it happens every so often with my family, the drama wouldn’t die.”

  “At least your brother told them about his boyfriend.”

  I’m not sure if she means for this to hurt, but it does. I pretend she said nothing.

  “Samantha was a raging cunt bag of bitchiness, from the second she boarded the plane. After spending her entire high school, college, and post-graduate life studying to become an architect, she was still looking for a job, and blaming her lack of landing one on being a woman. I called bullshit, saying she didn’t have a job because the entire world was looking at the same time as her, much of it credentialed, and that her lack of a dick had diddly to do with it. But my sister’s not used to things Daddy couldn’t buy. She was screaming so loud on the plane, I’m surprised they didn’t drag her away screaming. She shut up after they threatened her, but only after she threw an in-flight magazine in between Mark and Abraham.”

  “Your parents let him come?”

  “Nope. But Mark brought him anyway.”

  “Wow,” Zoe says.

  “Exactly. So, no one was getting along. We started fighting before takeoff, and barely stopped for the three days we were there. I was miserable the entire time, and came home even more so — to an empty house because Richard was speaking. I was lonely and frustrated, paying bills and waiting for my man.”

  Zoe’s back slid low against the couch.

  “When Richard came home, I wanted him to attack me.”

  “He didn’t?”

  “No. He saw my face, stared into my eyes without saying a word, then shook his head and looked at me sadly. He said, ‘We need to put you back together.’”

  Zoe laughed. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

  “Yes, but not in the way Richard was thinking. At least not immediately.”

  “What was he thinking?”

  “He wanted to stretch.”

  “Stretch?”

  I laughed. “Yes, Richard wanted to stretch. He believes that stretching is the key to perfect balance. It’s the last thing he does before leaving on a trip, and the first thing he does once home.”

  “Even before fucking you?”

  “Exactly! Normally, I get this. He has to unwind and put his body together. Great. But I needed a dick inside me. Right then, at that moment, after my million-year week, followed by all of the waiting, I took it personally. We argued. It started small, then grew. Bigger and bigger until it exploded.”

  Zoe reached over to hug me.

  “I can see it in my mind,” she says. “You’re always so cool until you’re not.”

  “True, but that’s part of Richard’s Magic: He never lets that happen. He took me by the wrists and gently raised my hands over my head. He’s done this a few times before — his way of getting me to start breathing calmly, hearing what he was trying to say.”

  “And what did he say?”

  “He leaned into my ear and whispered, ‘Trust me.’”

  “Did you?”

  “Of course.”

  “So, what happened?”

  Richard said, “This is how you get, Lily.”

  “Lily or Liza?”

  “Lily.”

  “Why Lily?”

  “Like the flower, not the name.”

  “I thought you hated lilies?”

  I laugh, loving that Zoe remembered.

  “I do. Richard says it’s a shame. He says I’m too sensitive for thinking they smell so sweet. He said he’ll wear me down over time, and that I’ll eventually like them. I really doubt it, but he still calls me Lily sometimes, when he thinks I need to be sweeter.”

  Zoe rolled her eyes, but I could tell she didn’t mean it.

  “He said I was balled in knots. I had a cork in my bottle. I was a swelling storm with pregnant clouds. An animal prodded into a corner.”

  “That’s a lot of metaphors. Does he use those all at once like that?”

  “Only when lecturing me.”

  “I thought you hated to be lectured.”

  “Not by Richard.”

  Zoe pinches my nipple and whispers, “Is it because he has a big, giant, hairy dick?”

  “No, it’s because he’s Richard. And it’s not hairy, at all. Though you’re right about the giant part.”

  “He shaves?” Zoe wrinkles her nose.

  “No. He waxes.”

  “Ouch!”

  “What’s ouch about it? We do it.”

  A moment of thought, then, “You like that?”

  “As much as I like it on you, maybe more for the novelty.”

  Her voice playful, Zoe says, “So that’s his big answer: You’re all tensed up, and he has to fuck you into submission like a big, strong man? Not too original, Lily.” She laughs.

  I cut into her chortle. “No, Richard made me stretch.”

  Still laughing: “He wanted you bendy?”

  “No, he wanted me to do yoga.” Zoe nods, clearly approving of Richard’s practice and theory. “Of course, I argued.”

  “Of course.”

  “And we fought.”

  “I can’t imagine you not.”

  “Eventually, I agreed when he said we could stretch topless. By then we were laughing.”

  “Smart man.”

  “He is,” I
agree, missing him.

  “We met in the yoga room a few minutes later, after I’d taken a shower.”

  “Yoga room?”

  “Yeah, it’s really a guest bedroom, but it’s all white and looks all lotus flowery with candles and girly stuff — you would dig Richard — and it’s where we do yoga every morning, unless someone is staying with us. Then we do it in our room. He spends a ton of time stretching.” I smile, thinking of the wonderful ways Richard has fucked me, not one less than amazing.

  “That good?” Zoe laughs.

  “Yes,” I nod. “So, I get out of the shower, and Richard’s already stretching. The yoga room faces our bar and kitchen. Richard was watching me as I made tea, giving him a show and trying to distract him. He was stoic, ignoring me. He grunts when he stretches, and his grunts make me wet. So, as much as I’m trying to tease Richard from the kitchen, he’s doing the same to me from the yoga room. I finally surrender, knowing I will a long time before I do, but seeing how long I can hold out because I know how I’ll feel when it’s over and I’m his.”

  “Barf,” Zoe says.

  “Shut up,” I pinch her nipple. “You would be happy, too.”

  “I know.” Zoe smiles and I know she means it. “Go on. I want to hear the rest of your dreamy story. It’s making me blush in the middle.”

  Zoe laughs. My middle blushes with hers.

  I went into the yoga room. Richard held his arms wide. “Come to me, Liza.”

  “Not Lily?”

  “No, not that time.”

  “Then what?”

  “Are you going to keep interrupting?”

  “Probably.”

  I sigh, playfully. “Richard sat flat on the floor, spread-eagle. His strong chest heaved. I walked behind him as he bent to the floor, planting his palms on the carpet between his legs. I pressed my body against him, rubbing up to his skin. He turned back — all the way — and pressed his face flat to the floor while exhaling. His flat body is beautiful, and when he’s parallel to the ground it’s stunning. He lifted from his stretch, then turned to kiss me. He kisses a little like you do,” I said, then stopped my story to show her.

  Zoe kisses me back as if she’s been waiting.

  “No offense,” she says, after we part. “But the best part of this story so far is you kissing me.”

  “I’m sorry. I thought you were the one who doesn’t like to forward through commercials because you like to see everything.”

  “That’s different.”

  “If you say so.”

  We laugh and kiss again, then I continue.

  “I told Richard I wanted to stretch his back, but he pushed me away. He knew I wanted to fuck. I promised him I’d be good, and he finally said OK. I lifted his leg by the ankles and pushed back toward his head. He made yummy moans like I love. He looked up and saw the lust in my eyes. He told me to stop. I laughed and pushed harder on his legs, squeezing his fingers in one hand, while reaching down to grab his dick with my other. He kept telling me he was trying to stretch and … ”

  Zoe cut in: “And of course you kept grabbing his dick.”

  “Of course.”

  “Exactly like you kept grabbing my tits at Disneyland.”

  “Exactly like that.”

  “Go on.”

  I helped Richard stretch long enough for him to believe I’d be good, biding my time and earning his trust. Then when I could, my hand shot like lightning to his dick. It was rock hard; I knew I had him.”

  “Score!”

  “Totally. So, Richard pulls my pussy onto his cock and starts rubbing against it, kissing me. I dragged my tits on his dick and started licking his ass.”

  Zoe raised her eyebrows.

  “He played with my hair, threading his strong fingers through it, and massaging my scalp. I reached down, pulled the string from his waistband, and slipped my hand down into his pants.”

  I put my hand on Zoe’s breast and kiss her, not on her lips. I brush against her earlobe and whisper, “I’ll always love you, now until forever.”

  She whispers back. “I know. I love you, too.”

  A beat, then, “Richard was swollen. Red and throbbing. I wanted to feel him pulsing in my hand as I wrapped his shaft with my fingers. I wanted him to fill my pussy and use it to milk his explosion. I wanted to spread my legs after he finished and feel him pour out of me.”

  I pause, and look at Zoe. “Are you wet?”

  “Yes,” she says. “Soaking. You?”

  “Of course.”

  “Will you fuck me when you’re finished? Once more? I need you, Liza.”

  “Of course, Zoe. I need you, too. But promise, no more interruptions. “

  She whispers, “I promise.”

  “One thing you can’t know about me,” I say, “but it’s an absolute fact: I’m amazing at sucking dick.” I laugh, “Maybe the best who was ever born.”

  “And what makes you so amazing,” Zoe adds, “is the modesty. Guys love that.”

  “I’m just kidding, about being the best, but I am damned good.”

  “I believe you, but how do you know? Aren’t all blow jobs pretty damned great according to guys?”

  “Yes, sure, like pizza or sex. Or eating pussy for that matter. The top 2 percent of hummers, well, that’s dream territory. Guys will do anything if you get them there. I can do it in five minutes or less. Except with Richard, who knows how to resist.”

  “There’s not much to say other than I spent the next five minutes using my lips, mouth, and tits in ways men would pay anything to feel a second time, after they’ve felt it a first. Richard gets to feel it an average of once a day, and never tires. He stared at me sucking his dick through long minutes, trying not to cum as I licked cock like a pro. I added pressure and long pauses at the top, because that’s the hardest move for him to resist. After a while, I slid up from his tip and started to lap at it as if ice cream was melting down from the top.”

  I slipped my hand Zoe’s panties.

  “I had fucked Richard so hard and fast with my mouth, he was panting to get inside me.”

  I slipped my finger into Zoe.

  “Richard put his arms behind his head, stretching as I started fucking him even harder with my mouth, and faster, slurping as I slid on his length. Finally, I pulled off, stroking his shaft.”

  I swirled my fingers harder inside of Zoe.

  “I let go of Richard’s dick and stood. He still sat, legs straight and body at a perfect 90 degrees. I sidled up to him and pressed my knee to his chest, then draped the other over his shoulder so my heel was at his back. My pussy was an inch above his face. I couldn’t wait to get it on his mouth, because I’ll be real, Zoe: Richard eats me like he cares.”

  I laugh. My first love laughs with me.

  My fingers still swim in her pussy, brushing her hard, but not thrusting. She’s moaning, focus split between me and my story.

  “I was moaning, trying to stand still like he had been when his dick was in my mouth. But it was hard. Richard is precise. He deals only pleasure — we’ve never even dabbled in S&M, neither of us wants to — but I imagine he’d be an amazing dom. He’s an artist of sensation. In seconds, I was losing involuntary cries, too many and all of them sharp. My pussy felt like it was lurching inside me as he jabbed his finger straight into my hole. It clenched around him as I shook. I hit my first orgasm a second on entry, as soon as he slipped it into the knuckle. It rippled through my body, then kept going. Like lights flooding a skyscraper, a floor at a time.”

  “Wow,” Zoe said. It came out as, Wooooooooowwwww.

  “I was still full of shudders as he pulled out his one finger. It made me wonder what would happen after he added a second. He slipped his withdrawn finger between his lips, slurped my juice from the length, made a loud mmmmmm, then showed me two fingers, holding them up for a moment, before slowly inserting the pair into my pussy. He curled his fingers hard against my wall, up toward my G-spot. I fell back as he held them rigid, planting them
harder against my slippery inner skin. My body was alive, inside and out, with every cell exploding. I kept telling myself I couldn’t move, I had to stay frozen.”

  “Stop,” Zoe commands, pressing her hands on top of mine, also under her panties. “Just take a break for a second, OK … ” She’s panting, hard, with sharp gasps between short words. “Make me cum … before more of your story.”

  I start using my fingers like she wants, like I should have already started, without her having to ask.

  I turn my fingers straight, sliding up and down in Zoe’s flaps, sinking deep into her middle. Zoe groans and clenches around them. I twist and curl up, like Richard does to me in the story, like I imagine him doing right now.

  Zoe cums all over my knuckles, pushing her pelvis onto my hand, juicing it further. I rock my palm against her pussy, and she coasts through her orgasm like a cloud through the sky.

  Her body settles. I say, “May I continue?”

  Zoe sputters something that seems like content, still quivering on my finger.

  “His mouth returned to my middle. I came again, harder than the first time. He nuzzled me as my head fell back and my hand flew to my tits. I pinched my nipples. I wanted to claw at my body, and relieve myself from the shock. I’d felt more pleasure than expected, and faster than I was prepared for. The pleasure kept coming, delivered by Richard in perfect control. He pulled his mouth from my pussy, and I staggered back, one full, uneven step fell after another. He grabbed me by the wrist, said, ‘One more,’ and yanked me to his mouth. He clamped his lips on my cunt, and gobbled me into the hardest orgasm yet.”

  I take a breath, smile, thrust a finger in the air and declare, “Then, I went for his dick!”

  “About fucking time,” Zoe laughs, practically grunts.

  I speed my rubbing.

  “I straddled Richard, then with a knee on either side, I reached back, grabbed his dick, and slid it into my hole.”

  “What was it like?” Zoe whimpers.

  I dip a finger into her pussy, barely an inch. “Like melting butter,” I say.

  She moans. I feel her getting wetter.

  “It was pretty much what you would expect after that. He kept lifting me up and sliding me down on his pole. It was giant and hard and throbbing inside me. All the shit you’d read in one of those smutty yummies on Kindle. But Richard was never wild. He had perfect control and made everything feel like a delicious forever. After hurling me into three orgasms in a row, each of them standing, he was taking his sweet time nursing me into the fourth. He knew exactly how to keep me at the edge. And did. My entire body was groaning, and there was nothing I could do. He owned me, and I couldn’t fight it. Nor did I care to. In that moment, I wanted to be owned. For once in my life I just wanted someone to take care of everything, and tell me what to do. I wanted that person to be Richard. I lost myself in the moment, and disappeared into his soul.”