by Davis, SJ
Dax is spread eagle out on his stomach, his head faces away from me, and his hair trickles down his sexy back. He’s got one leg cocked up, bent at the knee. I stroke down the length of his hair over and over. He’s got to be the sexiest man on earth. The man literally reeks of adhesive pheromones, he’s highly fucking addictive.
I trace from his hairline, down across his perfectly smooth and tanned back towards his ass. I grab him in my palm, giving a gentle squeeze. His skin is soft as silk. With his leg spread the way they are, it’s like an open invitation, it’s one I can’t resist.
With two fingers, I outline his balls, massaging the soft skin with my hands. He tightens slightly, and I reach up under him until I have his cock in my hand. I rub against him and he lets out a deep moan, pulling his leg up tighter to his chest.
His cock starts to lengthen and becomes hard in my grip. My hand curls around him, I slowly work my way up and down his shaft. He lets out another moan, but doesn’t move. He doesn’t need too. I have easy access to him right now. I slide down on the sheets and lower my head, giving him a kiss on his left ass cheek.
My body sparks electrical charges all over me, it’s like being attached to invisible jumper cables. I break out in goose pimples and my dick gets harder, just like his. I straddle myself over him, but never stop stroking him. With one hand, I support my weight as lean over and lower myself against to him.
My cock twitches in pleasure, as I slowly graze it across his ass. I situate my body so that my hanging dick can slide up the length of his crack and slip back down, but not entering. I jerk him a little faster and he moans again, moving his head slightly.
I kiss his neck then twirl my tongue in tiny orbs of passion against his skin. I know he loves this, and somehow the nerve receptors in his neck have a direct connection to his cock. It’s an instant stimulator.
“Mmm…yes.” He moans, then yawns.
“Good morning hotness. Does this feel good?” I ask him, still slurping his neck.
“Uh-huh, it feels great.” He scoots his body around on the sheet and presses himself down into me, gyrating and grinding his cock against my hand.
I continue licking and deliver kisses to his earlobe and temple. I nibbling and flick my tongue across him. “Turn over for me delicious,” I whisper in his ear.
I lift up and he flips over on his back. I hover over him, as he gets comfortable. Lowering myself to him, our dicks touch first, and I start air pumping against him. I let our dicks collide, bumping and poking into one another.
He puts both of his arms behind his head, fingers locked together and he tilts up to watch me. The feel of his hard dick against mine is wicked hot. I take our shafts, cupping us together in my hands and I continue to wiggle back and forward with him just a little. It’s like jacking off two rods at the same time almost, it feels awesome.
“You feel so fucking good Damien.”
“Mmm…it does feel good, doesn’t it? I want to feel you inside me again Dax.”
He immediately stretches his long arm over to the drawer next to the bed, pulling out a condom and the gel, then he rips the package open. The lube drops on the bed. He looks down at his dick and slips the rubber on the head, rolling it down his shaft. Next he takes some of the gel and squirts it into his palm and lubes himself up real good, the way I showed him. I love watching him skate up and down himself. It makes me hornier than I already am. He’s just so fuckable. I lick my lips with my tongue, he looks up and busts me watching him. He bites the inside of his lip, never losing eye contact with him. I gaze from his eyes and that seductive fuck me look he’s wearing, to his mouth. It’s sexy the way he bites inside. I shift my gaze back down to his hand sliding up and down his monstrous cock.
As he pours some of the lube on his fingers I lift up slightly. He slips them into me, slow and gentle, in and out, then he twists his fingers from side to side. I love how he makes his fingers like scissors, and spreads me a little bit at a time. He presses deeper into me, his wrists twists sideways and pulls out of me almost to the tip, then shoves back in, straightening his fingers again. Once I loosen up a bit, I lean over him, squatting down onto his cock. I take him inside of me and guide how fast, and deep he enters me now. I love this position, feeling him deep into me, real deep, is hot as hell.
I raise myself and lower again, over and over as he delves deeper into me. Once his cock squeezes past my inside muscles, I take him all the way, as I sit down on him. Fuck, fuck, shit!
“Oh fuck yeah.”
Dax closes his eyes, moving his hands from behind his head and greedily grabs my cock. He tugs on me, yanking my cock towards him. He takes the gel and squirts a little on my hard dick, then swipes up and down my length.
“Oh yes, just like that Dax, deeper.”
He thrusts up into me. “You like this?” He slams into me again.
“Fuck yeah I do. I love the way you feel inside of me, it’s so good. I love riding you like a brahma bull.”
I let out a loud moan as he pumps into me again, with more force. I bounce up and down on him, and he jacks my dick harder and harder.
“You’re so tight.”
I slide back down on him and my nuts tense. Sweet merciful fuck.
“I’m about to cum already.” Dax pushes into me.
“Do it Damien. Cum all over me.”
With those words, he works me faster. His quick jabs into me cause my body to tense, and we both release at the same time. He lets out an incredibly hot moan and the warmth inside me is unbelievable. My juices squirt and jet a stream on his stomach.
“Oh fuck yeah…” I can’t control my breathing, I’m practically gasping for air now. I relax down on him, pressing my body against his.
“Holy hell Damien, what a way to get woke up. Damn!”
“You like?” I give him a shit-eating grin.
“I more than like it. Feel free to do it whenever you like.”
I slide off of him and sit on the bed beside him. The expression on his face gets serious quick. He stares deep into my eyes. I knew it, I fucking knew it! I’ve tried to work this out in my head, but didn’t want to bring it all on him at one time, at least not until he was ready. Now he is. I rotate towards him, and stroke my hand across his cheek. For a few minutes neither of us say a word, somehow our eyes just already know how this is all going to work out.
“Dax, people can say what they want about love and love at first sight, about how falling for someone takes more time, blah, blah, blah.” I cup his face in my hands and give him a smile. “But my reality is crystal fucking clear. No ifs, ands, or buts. Loving someone isn’t about what you can live with or accept and tolerate. For me, it’s about the one person you can’t live without. Too know that your life will never be the same without that one person being a part of it.”
He sits up and leans back against the headboard. He flashes a grin and reaches out to me. I lean over towards him and take him in my hands again. His fingertips brush against my bottom lip.
“Are you saying you love me Damien? That I am that one person for you?”
“Is that…” I suck his lip, “what you want me to say?” I bury my tongue in his mouth again.
“Mmm…hmm.” He pulls out of my mouth. “Yes, but only if you mean it.”
“I do mean it, I love you Dax. You are the man I can’t live without.” I squeeze his face and lean closer to kiss him again. It’s slow and gentle this time, romantic and passionate. He runs his hands through my hair, I lean back.
“I know it’s strange, but what you said about people thinking it’s too soon to fall in love or that people don’t know each other, I used to think like that…until now. You changed all of that. I somehow went and got all passionate and you became my perfect passion. I love you Damien.”
He pulls me into him, brushing his lips against mine, gently parting with his tongue. I could do this all damn day, I swear.
“A perfect passion huh? I can live with that.”
I lay against
him and his arm wraps around my shoulder pulling me in tight to him. I caress his stomach then put my head against his chest. A perfect passion, this is what we have. I don’t plan on ever letting this go.
The End
Epilogue:
I’ve been watching them for days now. I can’t believe he could just move on like that. I see them laughing and playing around together, having their own little private moments of touching and teasing. He never did that before, it makes me sick.
I can tell you one thing, this shit is going to end, that is a fact. Maybe what I did was wrong, but there was no emotional attachment to the hard dick I brought home, he was just a good fuck is all. There was no heart involved, no emotions, just rampant tantric sex. I’m not sure why he doesn’t get that.
The whole situation makes me crazy in the head. Night after night I camp in my car, parked outside, with a perfect view of the bedroom window.
Tonight, I’m going past that. I need to hear what is going on with the two of them. They both act like love struck puppies. He is mine and I will have him back. I know once he sees me, he’ll take me back. Everything was just a huge mistake, I can explain it to him.
***
It’s been dark for a couple of hours and I know their routine like clockwork. They go upstairs and watch TV and god knows what else, before falling asleep. I should be able to get in. Granger won’t bark, he knows me, so it should be good. I’d had a copy of his house key made a long time ago.
I check to make sure none of the neighbors are outside and step out of the car. I approach the front door, sliding my key into the keyhole, turning it. Click! The lock opens. I turn the knob and let myself in, closing the door slowly behind me.
I search for Granger, but he’s nowhere around. For fucks sake, does he still let that damned dog sleep with him?
Making sure not to make a single peep, I tiptoe towards the stairway. The first step creaks. The footsteps of Granger get louder and he lets out a large bark. Fuck!
“Shhh Granger, come here boy, come on.” I whisper quietly and the mutt comes to me.
“Granger shut up boy.” The shout comes from upstairs.
“Good boy, good boy. Go lay down now.” The dog pounces back upstairs after I pet him.
I take quiet steps until I reach the top floor. I hear them talking, but I need to be closer to make out the conversation. I tiptoe closer, now I can hear, in fact I can actually see them through the crack in the doorway.
“I just don’t see how they could release him, what the fuck is going to keep him from coming here? He could be anywhere at any time really.”
“I know Damien, I know. Surely Aaron’s not stupid enough to do anything, not with his court date pending.”
“Sure he is Dax. The man’s an unstable, psychotic fuck, he tried to kill me.”
My blood is boiling. Did he really just call me a psychotic fuck? He acts like I’m crazy or something.
Taste Eternity
Candi Delshamagus
"I can give you forever."
It was barely a whisper in her ear. Like the lightest brush of a calloused fingertip on the curve of her breast, it made her gasp and close her eyes. Her chin lifted, against her will, exposing a smooth, white throat.
"True to its name. Another?"
She snapped back to reality. The techno-music assaulted her mind suddenly, too loud for clear thought. The hoarse shout of the bartender was violent, after the deep, smoke-and-wine voice of a moment ago. He was staring at her, amusement playing around his lips as he leaned on the bar, dangling an empty shooter glass in front of her eyes, like a cheap sideshow hypnotist with a pocket watch.
"Can I get you another orgasm?"
She stared back, confused. So many thoughts swarmed at once. Why was he concentrating on her, of the twenty or more customers at the bar? When had she become so desperate that a whisper could damn near make her cum? Could she have another shot without tripping into sloppy drunk? Why was the music so loud, with the club only half-full? How the hell had she heard the whisper, when she could barely hear the shouting bartender?
That last one was the most disturbing. Disturbing enough that she nodded and passed the bartender a twenty. He put another full glass on the counter. He'd poured it before he asked.
"Pretty cocky", she thought, but she slammed the shot back anyway. Just to screw with him a little, she made a point of licking the inner bottom of the glass before she put it down, grabbed all of the change and walked away from the bar.
"Forever."
This time the whisper was a hot breath on her bare shoulder. She resisted the urge to flick it away like a persistent mosquito. As seductive as the voice was, and as tempting as the offer would have been in years past, the woman who had been Darcy Adams couldn't care less about forever. All she wanted was tonight.
Oddly, she was nervous. She'd never had to go bar trolling just for a fuck.
As early as her teens, Darcy had been looking for true love and she thought she'd found it with Tony Adams. They rushed into the marriage. The first two years were romantic and giddy. She was blissful and content for two more. The next four were a purgatory of boredom and stale sex, followed by two years of pure hell.
Well, except for that one night and day between. Even though it had been the bullet that shattered her marriage, she refused to regret what she thought of as the trigger of her metamorphosis.
She never would have known how satisfying a wild, drunken fuck could be, if Tony hadn't got her smashed, and then dared her into it. And she'd never have found Lilieve.
Oathbound
Kissing Crystal was amazing! Just as hot as she'd imagined, every time she looked at those pouty pink lips. She could just devour that sweet mouth all night, if Tony wasn't trying to break it up by rubbing his rigid cock against her ass, and teasing her nipples through her shirt. It was the most foreplay he'd attempted in months and it made Darcy ravenous for more. She ground her ass into Tony and snaked a hand under Crystal's skirt, to find her silky, naked cleft. A throaty moan was all the encouragement she needed from Crystal. Darcy slipped a finger between the moist folds, to find her clit, and tease it with the lightest stroke of a fingertip.
When Crystal's head fell back, exposing her pale, smooth throat, Darcy couldn't resist the urge to kiss it, doing everything for her beautiful friend, the way she wanted for herself. She felt powerful, seductive, and greedy for more. Tony was becoming rougher with urgency, and it was annoyingly distracting. When he turned his attention on Crystal instead, sliding around behind the lovely blonde, it was an unexpected relief.
While Tony concentrated on one of the finest pair of tits money could buy, Darcy slid to her knees, ducking under Crystal's skirt. She had to taste. She'd nearly found her treasure, when a pair of hot, calloused hands, kneading her shoulders, brought her crashing into sobriety.
Tony's hands were smoother and softer than Darcy's. These hands could only belong to Crystal's husband, Rick, and while Darcy had always thought that eighty's song had been written just for him, she didn't think Tony would be so fine with Rick fucking his wife.
Ah, but Tony surprised her again! When Darcy started to pull away from Crystal, Tony put a hand on the base of her skull and gently directed her back. When she raised an open hand in confusion, he took her by the wrist and guided it to Rick's bare, throbbing shaft. It was hot to the touch, thicker than she'd expected, if not overly long. When she brushed the pad of her thumb over the tip, it met a bead of moisture.
She was torn now. Who to taste first? Crystal's pussy hovered just before her mouth, the heat radiating on her upturned face. Darcy flicked her tongue up the length of Crystal's slit. Fuck, she was sweet! Crystal gasped and leaned into her, as Rick thrust in her grip.
She'd intended to be gentle, but after her long deprivation it was a sensual overload. Darcy tightened her grip on Rick's cock, and buried her tongue in Crystal, growling deep in her throat. Crystal ground back, and Rick bent down to rub her nipples. She nuzzled i
nto Crystal, finding her clit and exposing it with her lips. A light suck had the woman moaning and bucking, as Darcy pressed her breast into Rick's huge hand. She moaned when he pinched and tugged a nipple.
As reluctant as she was to surface, Darcy wanted to find a more comfortable place to continue this exploration. With a hard thrust of her tongue into Crystal's box, Darcy pulled away, earning a whine of protest. She couldn't resist a quick lick of Rick's swollen head before she let him go. Tony was still working on Crystal's breasts, and grinding against her, oblivious to anything Darcy was doing. She raised a brow at Rick, who grabbed her ass, pulled her to him, gave her a sideways love-bite through her skirt and panties, another on her belly, a third and fourth on each breast, and a final bite on her shoulder. He took Darcy by the hand and tugged her toward the hall.
Before they were out of reach, Darcy snagged Crystal's hand and pulled her with them. Tony followed. He seemed reluctant at first, but he was the first into the bedroom, on the bed and naked. Crystal stopped beside the bed and looked at Rick for direction. Rick, in turn, looked into Darcy's eyes, the question evident. Was she ready for this?
For an answer, Darcy slid Crystals open blouse off her shoulder and lifted the exposed breast to her mouth, bending to meet it. Rick stood still, his cock thrusting out of his open jeans, and just watched.
Darcy took her time, enjoying the smooth skin beneath her lips and the weight of the other breast in her hand. She undressed Crystal slowly, exploring her body with tongue, lips and teeth. When her teeth grazed a tight, mocha-colored nipple, Crystal hissed with impatience and began pulling at Darcy's clothes. Soon they were both naked and exploring each other's bodies, gently at first, and then with more urgency. They fell onto the bed, kissing deeply as they ground their bodies together. Crystal slid two fingers into Darcy's pussy and a tongue into her mouth. Darcy bucked against her hand and moaned into her lips. She felt other hands. The one on her ass was Rick's, the one teasing her nipple belonged to Tony. A moan from Crystal told her where the other two were. She needed to taste again. Tearing her mouth from Crystal's, Darcy slid down her flat belly to her pussy. With fingers and tongue, she ravaged it. Crystal raked her fingers into Darcy's long brown hair, tugging at it, which only goaded her on. Tony's hand kneaded her ass on one side, Rick's on the other. When she opened her eyes, Darcy saw both men nuzzling and kneading at Crystal's tits. Her head thrown back, her mouth open in breathless ecstacy, Crystal was the alter of a goddess and they, all three, worshipped there.