by M. L. Young
“I need you,” she said into my ear.
“You have me,” I whispered back.
“No, you don’t understand. I need you,” she whispered, as she brushed up against my growing cock.
“Then get some,” I whispered.
Penny hopped up into my arms and I caught her. With her legs wrapped tightly around me, her arms around my neck, she kissed me passionately and sucked on my tongue like she never had before. I walked out of the closet with Penny still in my arms, took her over to the bed, and dropped her down on it. She bounced a little on the mattress as her tits jiggled a little underneath.
She spread her legs, inviting me in, before I walked forward and got down between them and propped myself up with my hands. Her hands were no strangers to my cut body as she felt me up and down, as if she were counting the number of abs I had. I nibbled on her earlobe as her head pressed into my bed.
I reached down, holding myself up with one arm, my free hand creeping up her chest, and grasped her bare breast. Her nipple hardened under my grasp as I pulled it softly. She moaned into my ear, letting me know just how much she liked me having my way with her, before my hand drifted downwards and stopped just above her panty line.
“I need it,” she whispered, obviously hinting towards something a little more intense.
“Tell me what you need,” I said. I wanted her to say it.
“You,” she replied.
“What about me?” I asked.
“Every inch of you,” she replied.
CHAPTER FOUR
Penelope
Blake touched me the way that I knew no other man ever could. His hands, while strong and passionate, were still gentle and considerate. With wine in our stomachs and any trepidation we might have had while sober gone, he ravaged my body and made me feel like a woman.
With his hand on my stomach, he bypassed my black lace panties and started to rub my clit in a circular motion as I bit my lower lip, filled with lust. I’d missed his touch so much that I knew pleasuring myself would never yield the same results as when he touched me. As his fingers became coated in my glistening juices, I reached down, his boxer briefs no match for me, pulling his cock out of his underwear and starting to stroke it.
The elastic band on his briefs pushed against the bottom of my hand as my palm ran up and down his growing shaft. I felt as he became larger and larger in my now dwarfed hand, and I knew I just wanted to taste him.
“I want to suck you,” I said, his middle finger deep inside me.
“Sixty-nine?” he asked, looking me in the eyes.
I nodded, and he flipped over onto his back before slipping off his briefs and tossing them aside. I pulled off my shirt, tossed it aside, and stood up as I slid down my panties and kicked them off the bed. I twirled around, lining my pussy up with his mouth, before lowering myself down and coming face-to-face with his monstrous dick.
I felt his tongue tickle my clit as I grasped his thick shaft and licked his head like a lollipop. I saw his toes curl out of the corner of my eyes as my mouth enveloped him and I started to bob up and down. There was something primal about being in this position. It was marvelous in the best way.
Blake made me moan as his finger slid inside me and started to tap against my G-spot. I winced, though not in pain, as I felt his warm, wet tongue against me while his finger danced inside me.
“Shit,” I moaned, as I jerked his cock instead of sucking it.
“I didn’t say you could stop sucking,” he said.
I smiled, though he couldn’t see it, and gripped his balls before trying to push him as far as I could down my throat. I started to tear up as I almost choked under the immense girth of his thick dick. I knew it was never going to fit all the way down there, but I knew it turned him on a ton when I tried. Maybe it’s just the effort that counts.
“I want to feel you,” he said.
“You are,” I replied.
“No. I want to feel you wrapped around me,” he said, alluding to what I’d wanted all along.
“Have protection?” I asked.
Blake reached into his drawer and pulled out a condom before handing it to me. I ripped open the golden wrapper and pulled it out before rolling it down his wet shaft.
“How do you want me?” I asked, looking back at him.
“Just like that. I want to see that ass bouncing as I fuck you,” he replied.
With my pussy starting to drip with anticipation, I leaned forward and grabbed onto his cock before rolling his head around me to get it lubed up. He grabbed my ass, holding onto it firmly, before I lowered down and slowly felt every thick inch of him push deep inside me.
I felt like I hadn’t had him in so long that my pussy was almost experiencing him for the first time again. He was so big, and I felt so…tight. After a few times sliding up and down, though, I began to accommodate him and gripped his knees as he kept his grip firmly on my jiggling ass.
“How do you like that?” he asked.
“I love it,” I said quietly.
“What?” he asked.
“I fucking love it,” I said, louder.
With my knees to either side of him, I treated his cock like my own personal fuck toy and savored every inch of him. God, he was so sexy and so fucking perfect. Even a night with him without the toys was just as enjoyable, though I wouldn’t mind some of them right now. Maybe another time very soon.
“Switch,” he said, and I got off of him.
With me on my back, he stood next to the bed and effortlessly pulled me towards him. He grabbed my legs and put them straight up against his chest. He grabbed his cock, holding it firmly, as I looked down and watched him slide it inside me.
“Yes,” I moaned.
I heard his balls clapping against my asshole as he picked up the pace from our last position and made my tits bounce faster than they ever had before. My clit, which was starting to swell, felt almost pressurized before I reached down and started to rub it. Liking that, Blake grabbed my hand and licked my fingers before sending it back down again to keep going.
He thrusted, I moaned, and I saw the sweat gleam down his body as the droplets rolled over each and every cut ab.
“Harder,” I begged, grinding my teeth and gasping for air.
He obliged, picking up the pace even more, if that was even possible. I moaned each and every time his pubic bone pressed against mine. I could see the pleasure in his eyes. I knew his look more than anything, and I knew exactly what it meant.
I pulled him close to me and sucked on his lower lip, feeling the humidity of his breath against my face. He let out a short squirm of a moan as my fingers ran through the back of his hair and his thrusts began to slow down, indicating only one thing.
“Cum for me,” I whispered into his ear.
“Yes,” he replied.
I went back down on the bed and extended my arms above me as he grabbed my tits and began to slow even further.
“I’m going to,” he said, with a little twitch.
Blake slowed down to an almost total stop as he let out a bellow of a moan and I could feel his shaft pulsing as it pumped his load into the condom. I smiled, biting my lower lip a little in the process, as I couldn’t help but feel a little more turned on any time he came inside me.
He pulled out his cock slowly and let it hang there with the condom still on before I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck. I kissed him, slowly at first, before I put my left hand on his dripping wet chest and felt his heart racing. Even though he was finished, his tongue was no stranger to mine, and he said something that made me even more excited.
“It’s your turn,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I know you didn’t get off. I always want you to get off with me,” he said, gently pushing me down onto my back.
Getting onto his knees, he spread apart my legs and before I could make sense of what was happening, and started running his tongue all along my swollen clit. I couldn’t h
elp but moan as he used his fingers like a toy and fucked me with the middle and index as his mouth wrapped around my clit.
“Yes, just like that,” I said as I looked up with tense abs and saw him looking back up at me.
His fingers were covered in my juices and I could feel myself begin to tingle. I don’t know if it was the sex that led me to this point, but it felt damn good. With a flick of his fingers, I arched my back up high and let out a soft moan.
“Yes. I’m close,” I said, but he didn’t pick up the pace or slow down, instead keeping just where I wanted him to be.
With every second that passed by, I felt myself getting closer and closer as the slight tingling feeling turned into a rush of ecstasy that I couldn’t ignore if I wanted to. His tongue stayed flicking my clit, his fingers deep inside me, and as if a light switch went on, it came.
“Fuck!” I screamed, as my abs tensed and my eyeballs almost rolled up into my head.
Blake didn’t stop, instead amplifying my orgasm and making my skin shiver in goose-bumps. I gasped for air, the orgasm beginning to slowly fade away, as my racing heart thumped loudly. Blake’s mouth left my pussy, his fingers coming out and rubbing me slowly, before he came up to my lips and kissed me softly. I could sort of taste myself, something that was still new to me, though I couldn’t say I hated it.
“How was that?” he asked with a smile.
“Amazing,” I said as beads of sweat ran down the side of my face.
“Good. I always want you to feel that way,” he said.
“I feel a little sweaty. Shower?” I asked.
“Sounds like a plan,” he said, grabbing my hand and helping me up.
Blake turned on his multitude of showerheads and grabbed my hand as we walked into the waterfall that waited for us. We washed each other’s bodies slowly, our time between suds filled with kisses and lingering hands. After realizing we’d been in there for too long, Blake turned off the nozzles and wrapped me in a soft white towel that exuded elegance. The fibers, which were soft and fluffy, soaked up all the water that remained on my skin. Blake gave me a new shirt and shorts to wear to bed before getting some for himself.
Even though I had no makeup on, he looked at me with the same loving eyes that he did when I was all dressed up and ready for a night out. Most guys wouldn’t do that, and most girls wouldn’t even let a guy see them without makeup. Blake wasn’t like that, though. He was a gem, and I was glad that I was lucky enough to have him.
I stretched my muscles as we got into his bed and the light sheets and comforter wrapped around my body. As I moved my feet towards his, I felt the cool, untouched area of the sheets tickle against my bare feet as Blake pulled me a little closer to him. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and I couldn’t help but feel completely at ease and best of all, at home.
We’d come so far from the first time I stayed here, and even though we still had amazing sex, I could also count on moments like this that weren’t normal for the man I met originally.
Blake turned off the lights and as I wrapped my arms tighter around him, his fingers started to run through my hair, playing with every strand. My eyes began to get heavy as his fingertips danced along my scalp and as they began to close fully, I heard him exhale a little, like he was giving out a sigh of relief.
To many, many more nights like this.
CHAPTER FIVE
Penelope
I looked at Blake across the table as we ate some scrambled eggs and buttermilk pancakes. I saw the way he looked at me as the rising sun beamed behind me and lit me up. I could see the lust and love in his eyes and it made me happier than I could’ve imagined.
“Anything exciting today?” Blake asked.
“Just the same old boring classes. It’s never anything new—at least not right now,” I said.
“Pretty soon you’ll be done in there and won’t have to ever go back. I bet you’re happy about that,” he said.
“I guess. There’s always an unknown with it, though. It’s kind of like when I graduated high school. I knew I was leaving, and I knew I was going to college and all, but there was still that unknown of how my life was going to change. I guess I’m going through that again,” I said.
“I think it’s that unknown that changes and helps us for the better. Sometimes things change and it can be the best thing ever,” Blake said.
“Yeah, it can be,” I said, smiling.
Blake definitely wasn’t lying. My life changed and went in a completely different direction when we met. It was something new, something different, and it had started to turn into the best thing ever. I knew that it had even more potential for greatness.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about change lately. I’ve been thinking about the changes I want in my life, and how I want to go about getting them,” Blake said.
“Go on,” I said, feeling some nerves.
“I’ve been thinking of going home lately. Home home. I was thinking you could go with me,” he said, taking another bite of his eggs.
I was absolutely floored when I processed his words. Did he really just ask me to go home with him? Would I meet his parents? That was the ultimate step, especially for somebody like Blake, who was incredibly private and reserved about his family and personal life. Quite honestly, I wasn’t even sure how much of a family life he had, but I couldn’t wait to find out.
“I’d love to. When were you thinking?” I asked.
“Well, I have some important appointments coming up, so likely not for a couple weeks or so. I know it isn’t ideal, but it allows me to get them over with,” he said.
“I’d probably be on spring break or close to it, then. That would be very helpful,” I said.
“Then we’ll mark it down. I think you’ll like it,” he said.
“What’s it like? Where you’re from,” I asked.
“A fairly typical Midwestern town, I suppose. Small brick buildings with a main street that’s almost crumbling under its own age and resistance to change. Empty department stores that haven’t been updated or renovated in twenty years because of an overall lack of business and care. Friday night fish-fries and football games in the fall,” Blake said.
“Sounds a lot like where I’m from,” I said, taking a sip of water.
“Yeah, it’s pretty much a painted landscape of the entire Midwest. It’s nothing amazing, but it’s home, even if I don’t like to be there that often,” he said.
“Well, thank you for letting me into your world. It means a lot to know that you trust me,” I said.
He winked, grabbed his glass of orange juice, and got up from the table before taking a sip and extending his hand. He grabbed mine, pulled me in closer to him, kissed me softly, and then slapped my butt.
“Shower time before we leave?” he asked.
“Of course,” I said, and he picked me up and put me over his shoulder.
I laughed as he briskly walked up the stairs with me on top of him. I couldn’t help but smile, giggling like a little girl, before we entered his room and he set me down outside the shower.
Kissing me, he pulled off my clothes and turned on the water. With the warm water soon soaking our hair and bodies, the lather of his spa-like soap and shampoo trickled down our naked skin, soon washed off and running down the center drain. I cherished these moments with him even though they seemed so mundane and forgettable. There was no reason I should love simple moments like this, like a short-lived shower. But any time I was with him was extreme ecstasy that couldn’t be forgotten. I needed these moments as much as I needed air.
The water soon turned off as Blake noticed the time and said we had to get moving. I had to get to class anyway, so it wasn’t all bad.
“Do you need a ride to class? Gustav can take you,” Blake asked.
“I need to go home first. I can’t exactly go to class like this,” I said, motioning up and down at my dress from last night.
“Right,” he said with a laugh.
Blake called Gustav and said he’d be here in ten minutes. We wrapped things up and walked back downstairs towards the garage. I felt a bit sad, as I knew things were coming to an end for today. Blake kissed me passionately before Gustav pulled up and Blake opened my door for me and helped me inside.
“When am I seeing you again?” I asked.
“Soon. I’ll call you?” he asked.
“Okay,” I said, and he leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips.
The window rolled back up and Gustav drove out of the garage as Blake got into his SUV and the headlights came on. I took one last look before we drove around the corner and the sight of him was gone, but I knew it wouldn’t be for long.
CHAPTER SIX
Blake
I was beginning to think that morning meetings were becoming the bane of my existence. I usually had one—a brief of sorts, to learn the movements of the company and our goals for the day. It was never anything spectacular, usually only lasting fifteen minutes or less, but it didn’t make mornings any easier.
“We’ve seen a positive impact from the safe date protocols you asked to be put in place,” Martin said.
“What were those again, exactly?” I asked.
“Tips for both men and women to keep themselves safe when they meet people from the app in person. All about danger signs, ways to verify their identity before meeting, and basic self-defense tips that could take down a potential attacker,” Martin said.
“That’s good. No complaints?” I asked.
“Well, of course there are some people who say we shouldn’t offer anything, but we try to ignore them. Trolls, I believe the kids call them. Otherwise, everyone else seems to love them and I know the media ate it all up. Us taking a proactive stand seems to be influencing other companies to follow suit. Once again, we’re trailblazers in our field,” Martin said.
“Good. That will only help the stock and drive more demand for us. Nina, how are we doing with that girl who was murdered?” I asked.