He comes to me and runs his big fingers over my bra, circling my nipple.
“You are so fucking sexy, it’s unfair to other women.”
Wow. I feel like I might melt. Seriously, what woman wouldn’t turn to a puddle after hearing that?
My hand reaches for his cock and I’m impressed that he’s absolutely rock hard again. As one hand slips into the front of my panties, the other reaches behind me and deftly unclasps my bra on the first attempt. I release his erection long enough to remove the bra just as he finds my clit. When I feel his fingertip touch me there, a jolt of electricity flows through my body.
I am so done with waiting.
I peel off my panties.
“I don’t need any foreplay,” I say.
Link removes his hand from my smooth pussy.
“Good.”
As I climb onto his bed and lie on my back, he reaches into the nightstand to grab a condom. In seconds my legs are spread and he’s pushing his cock into me, all the way, and I’m so wet I take him easily.
Link and I fuck passionately for a long time, in a number of positions. I come really hard when we’re in doggy-style and he’s pounding me furiously from behind. He impressively delays his orgasm until I’m done, then I tell him I want to watch him come. He rolls me over on my back and fucks me hard for another minute before he pulls out, yanks off the condom, and decorates my belly. I’m still in a post-orgasm haze as I deliriously watch the thick white liquid spew out of him and onto me. It’s erotic in a way I’m unfamiliar with, and it almost feels like I’m high.
When he’s finished, I say, “Come up here,” gesturing for him to bring his cock to me. Link kneels next to my head and I take him in my mouth, coaxing another few drops from his orgasm.
As I slowly come down from my endorphin rush, I’m in sex heaven. This was my kind of sex, primal and raw, intensely physical in a way few men are capable of performing. At long last, I think I may have finally met my sexual match.
I look up at Link, his now semi-hard cock hovering between us.
“Jesus, that was good,” I say.
He smiles.
“Hungry?”
“Famished,” I reply.
We spend the next hour in his kitchen, both of us totally naked. Link makes us grilled cheese sandwiches with bacon and avocado.
“Let’s eat over there,” he says, gesturing to a nearby table. I carry the plates there and take a seat as he opens the fridge and grabs two bottles of beer.
“No,” he says, sitting in another chair and patting his thigh. “You sit here.”
I smile and bring my plate over, setting it on the table as I lower my butt to his lap.
Hungry as I am, I devour the sandwich. By the time we’re both finished, he’s got my tits in his hands and is playing with my nipples.
I lean my head back and look up, and twist enough so that we can kiss, a greasy, cheese-and-bacon tasting kiss that somehow, against all odds, is as exquisite as the others.
It’s a miracle that this kiss gets us both wound up all over again.
Leaning back like I am, I feel him getting hard again, his cock pressing upward against my ass. It feels decadent, and despite everything, I’m suddenly impatient and wanting more.
“I’m thinking we should get back to your bed,” I say, still sitting in his lap. “Do you have any lube?”
From right behind me, I hear, “Yeah.”
In my dirtiest voice, I reply, “Good. I know what we’re having for dessert.”
15
Link
Goddamn.
What is with this woman?
I’ve been with more than a hundred chicks in my life, and Raven is the most sexually aggressive of all of them. She loves to fuck and there’s seemingly nothing she’s not interested in trying.
We’d already been at it for a while, then took a food break. When we headed back to bed, she gave up her ass for me—and it was her idea. Sure, I took advantage of her offer, and she performed like a champ. In fact, I’m pretty sure she enjoyed it as much as I did. I came a third time while she was slamming her butt back against me, and afterward I went down on her and took a long, slow route to finally coaxing a second orgasm out of her.
Now we’re sitting totally naked under the gas heat lamp on my patio, exposed to the night yet still warm enough to be comfortable. Raven’s nipples betray the fact that she’s at least a little cold, but she’s not acting like it. We’re drinking hot Irish coffees, which will keep the buzz going while keeping us awake, both of which are necessary, since the two of us don’t seem to have exhausted our desire for each other’s bodies yet.
I take a sip and look at those hard nipples. If I ever settle down, which isn’t fucking likely, I’d want my woman to have tits like hers. Just a little bigger than medium, but sitting high on her chest, and those perfect sized nipples are just asking to be gently bitten. We’re in separate cushioned wicker swivel chairs with the heat lamp between us, turned on high. It’s probably fifty degrees out, but not where we’re sitting.
“This must be what heaven is like,” she says as I’m admiring those nipples.
“Sitting outside naked?” I ask, joking.
“Yes, sitting outside naked. I’m serious. On a beautiful night like this one, at one or two in the morning, drinking good liquor after just getting your brains fucked out by a really hot guy? Yeah, I’m pretty sure heaven is exactly like this.”
As she takes a sip from her mug, I chime in with, “Only in heaven it’s not just us; there’s a whole orgy.”
“Mmmm, yes, a drunken heavenly outdoor orgy would be fun. The more, the merrier.”
We sit in silence for a moment, then she says, “Wait a minute… are you saying I’m not enough for you?”
When I snicker, she adds, “Because that tired cock I see over there says otherwise.”
I look at my happy, limp cock.
“Just taking a break,” I say. “I’ll be ready when the time comes.”
“Are you saying you want more?” she asks.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I tell her as I gaze at the night sky. “After we finish our coffee, I’m going back into that little pussy of yours again.”
“This pussy?” she asks, her voice suddenly dripping with honey and filthy ideas.
I look over and Raven has swiveled her chair until she’s facing me. I do likewise, swiveling toward her until we’re face-to-face. I can just see a little of the hairless slit at the top of her legs.
“Yep. That’s one beautiful little pussy you have there.”
“Glad you like it,” she says. I look up to her eyes and am greeted by a defiant, dirty smile. “I’ll bet I can get you hard from over here.”
“I’m thinking you can’t, not after I’ve already come three times. It’s going to take some direct contact.”
“What’s the bet?” she asks.
I think for a second, then say, “Whoever wins decides what we do next.”
“You’re on.”
She brings her mug to her lips to take a sip, then keeps going until she’s downed the entire thing. Setting it on the ceramic patio tiles, she leans back in the chair and slides her butt forward. I watch fascinated as she lifts her feet up and places her heels on the edge of the chair, letting her knees slowly drift to the sides until she’s completely exposed.
I say nothing as I wonder how far she’ll go with this. There’s nothing I like better than a woman who enjoys being a little slutty, and Raven keeps surprising me in that regard. She cups her breasts, one in each hands, and massages the soft flesh. Taking the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, she pinches them. Her eyes close and her lower back arches off the chair. More importantly, I feel the telltale buzz that signifies blood moving into my cock. It’s still limp for now, but at this rate, that won’t last long.
Raven releases one of her tits and slides that hand calmly, deliberately downward, circling her belly button before it continues on its path. When she reache
s her pussy and gently nudges her lips apart with her middle finger, I feel my dick move. It’s probably imperceptible to Raven, who has opened her eyes to see what effect she’s having on me, but I certainly feel it. As she begins to rub her clit, it becomes impossible to disguise that fact that I’m gradually becoming engorged. She looks up to my eyes with an unmistakable look that says, “At this moment, I own that cock.” I’m not sure which is more exciting, watching her play with her clit, or seeing a woman with this kind of awesome confidence in her own sexuality.
Her middle finger slides downward and slips inside her, and a second later, my now half-hard cock lifts a few millimeters off my balls, hovering just above them. I can see her chest rising and falling with each breath and realize my own chest is doing the same. Raven is tweaking that nipple a little harder now as her finger begins gliding in and out of her obviously wet pussy. The muscles of her stomach visibly contract in response, and her eyes roll back in their sockets just before she shuts them again. I realize this is no performance; she’s actually jerking herself off in front of me. By the time she reopens her eyes, my cock has begun twitching upward, little by little, and I know I’m well on my way to a full erection. I’ve already lost the damn bet. Not that I mind in the slightest as I watch the live pornography in front of me.
Raven opens her eyes, looks at my rapidly elevating cock, and gives me a smile so dirty that I feel my hard-on lurch upward in response. She slips her ring finger into her pussy alongside the other, then squeezes her tits and moans in increasing ecstasy. I watch on in awe as she fucks herself with those two fingers, her moaning louder and more frequent. My own hand reflexively grips my now rock-hard cock and begins to stroke it. Raven’s pace increases and I sense she’s moving quickly toward an orgasm.
Suddenly she stops. Releasing her breast, she removes her fingers and slowly brings her feet to the ground. I stop mid-stroke as she stands and comes to me, her hand lifting until her fingers touch my lips. They smell like sex, and she pushes them into my mouth so I can suck off her juices, and my hand instinctively resumes stroking my rigid shaft.
“I win.”
Indeed. What next?
“And I want you to fuck me right there, in your yard.”
She’s pointing to the middle of my back yard. I have trees on one side of the property, but the other side has only an eight-foot-tall wooden fence.
I take her wrist and pull, her fingers sliding out of my mouth.
Pointing with my chin, I say, “That spot is visible from the neighbors’ house. That’s their bedroom window right there.”
Raven looks up at the window.
“Do they have kids?” She notices my hand moving on my cock and watches.
“No.”
“Then don’t be such a chicken shit.”
She turns and I see her lovely ass disappear from the light of the patio to the semi-darkness of the lawn.
Holy shit, this is one fiercely sexual chick.
By the time I reach her, she’s on her back with her legs spread, her nipples already stiffened into sharp peaks by the cold air. I don’t have a condom with me and am far too horny to care.
“Let’s see who’s a chicken shit,” I say. “I’m not wearing a condom.”
“I don’t care,” Raven says with pure, utter lust in her voice. “Just don’t come in me. I’m not on the pill.”
She moans loudly as I roughly plunge into her and begin thrusting. It doesn’t take her long to reach the orgasm she was flirting with on the chair, and she squeezes my biceps tightly as her pussy clenches my hard-on. It’s all I can do to hold off until she’s finished. I pull out and move to her head, plunging my cock into the mouth she’s opened in anticipation, and I fuck that mouth hard as I come yet again.
The whole act lasted only a few minutes because that’s all we needed. Good thing, too, because we’re going to get cold quickly now.
I look down at this beautiful chick and can’t help but smile. Raven smiles back with her eyes as she continues sucking me.
“You are one dirty, dirty little girl,” I say.
Without taking me out of her mouth, Raven nods and says, “Mmm-hmm.”
The warm air feels amazing as we enter the house. Raven excuses herself to use the restroom and I get myself a beer. I’m guessing this is the point where she’ll say she should be going, and we’ll get dressed so I can drive her home.
She emerges from the hallway with a naked smile.
“Got one of those for me?” she asks. My eyes scan down from those great tits to her cute belly to her smooth pussy and well-toned thighs. That is one hot little body.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” I say. I’m not usually big on compliments, but it’s the truth.
“Bullshit. You’re only saying that because I’m naked.”
I step in front of her and look down into those big eyes.
“No. I thought you were beautiful the first time I saw you, even before you took your pants off. You being naked isn’t what makes you beautiful.”
We stand in front of each other in my living room, both naked. A few days ago, I had no idea this woman even existed. Now I can’t get enough of her.
“So you’re saying I should get dressed?” she asks facetiously.
“Don’t jump to conclusions,” I say. “Your body is just as beautiful as you are.”
I open the fridge and grab another bottle. My cock is dead, hanging exhausted in front of me as I hand her the beer.
“Wanna curl up next to me on the couch and watch some TV?” I ask, hoping she’s not ready to leave.
Raven takes a sip and grins.
“Sure. Got any porn?”
Like I said, goddamn.
I take Raven home early the next morning, after she makes a decent breakfast from the sparse ingredients in my fridge. Neither of us slept a wink. If she’s sore from the ridiculous amount of sex we had, she’s not showing it.
After a long kiss goodbye on her doorstep, she says, “That was amazing.”
“The kiss?” I ask.
“All of it. Everything. The entire night.”
“Yeah, it was.”
She’s practically glowing. She doesn’t ask when she’ll see me again, probably assuming that after the night we just had, it’ll be sometime very soon. I kiss her again, lightly on the lips, then on the top of her head as I pull her to me for one final hug.
“See ya, babe,” I say. Raven watches as I put on my helmet and start the bike, and she’s waving from the doorway as I drive away.
I ride back home through the early Sunday Hollywood traffic, feeling a sense weird sense of physical elation combined with overwhelming sadness.
It’s usually easy to walk away from them.
Not this time, though.
16
Raven
I wait a week for Link to call or text, and when he doesn’t, I tell myself I’ll give him another week.
Who knows what his schedule’s like?
A quick text would be nice, though. Just a little “very busy, will call soon” or “thinking of u” would suffice. Instead, I get only deafening silence.
I’ve been no-called by men before. Several times, in fact. But never right after a night like the one Link and I just had.
When he dropped me off the next morning and drove away, I had some vague hopes that this might become a relationship. In our first two times together, we’d had mind-blowing sex and deeply revealing conversations. Our kisses were passionate little miracles, full of present intoxication and future hope.
And now… now what?
Even if it wasn’t meant to last forever, I’m not nearly ready for it to end. How could Link be?
My daily pattern recently has been consistent: I wake up thinking this will be the day I hear from him, spend all day mentally reliving our incredible times together while going about my work, and then go to sleep feeling a growing ache that Link apparently saw things very, very differently.
I keep telling myself
to be patient, that the silence doesn’t have to mean he doesn’t want to see me again. There are dozens of possible reasons for why he hasn’t gotten in touch, right?
In the meantime, the shop has seen a decent bump in traffic since the interview with Lacey Rawlings aired. A few men have even stopped by just to introduce themselves to me, evidently wanting something other than a tattoo. I’m polite enough to talk to each of them, but the truth is, after what happened between Link and me, no other man can hold my interest. I want my hero.
I make it to the tenth day before I cave and send him a text, when I’m sitting at my station after lunch.
Hey. You’ve been awfully quiet.
I hate starting out with something that passive-aggressive, but goddamnit, I’m confused as fuck.
I’m surprised when I get a quick response.
sorry. i can’t do this.
My heart sinks. I was right about the silence.
I consider asking him what “this” means, but that would be pointless. We both know what it means.
Why, Link?
This time there’s no response for at least five minutes. Then the cat screeches on my phone. Jesus, I need to change that stupid ring tone.
thought you understood. i’m just not a relationship guy
A sound escapes from my lips that I barely recognize as coming from me, a sort of strangled shriek. The tears come out of nowhere. I look up to see Renee, Theo, and Elena all looking at me.
“I’ll be right back,” I say as I scurry out the back door. Standing next to my Bug, I re-read the short text conversation and can’t help berating myself mentally for feeling this way.
What the fuck, Raven, you just met this guy. Calm down and have some dignity. You can’t force something to happen.
I ignore the voice and compose another text.
It wasn’t a relationship yet.
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