by Maddie King
“Cops don’t fucking scare me,” I growl when I pull back up.
Dropping her legs and pushing to a stand, I undo my jeans and unbuckle my belt, kicking off my shoes too. Then I climb on the bed, dragging her towards me and forcing her hips up.
“I don’t give a fuck about your roommate. You know that.” I nestle the head of my cock on the snug entrance of her pussy.
“I don’t want her to hear.”
“So be quiet then.” I bring my mouth down, sucking on the bend of her neck, grabbing her kneecap, and sliding right into her. She’s so fucking wet that I can’t help the guttural groan that rides through my throat.
“Jesus, you’re always so damn wet,” I groan.
She can’t even speak, though. That one stroke has taken her breath away.
I start to go a little faster, fucking her with one knee pushed up to her chest, giving long, deep strokes. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as I plunge into her sticky pussy. She’s in fucking bliss.
“Oh, God,” she moans loudly, and I cup her mouth.
“Hush, baby. You want your friend to come in here and catch me fucking you?”
She shakes her head rapidly beneath my hand, but she doesn’t stop moving her hips, arching her back, craving for more.
“So fucking greedy,” I rasp in her ear, hand still covering her mouth. She won’t be quiet. Her moans are muffled behind my hand. She isn’t going to stop them so I keep it there and go faster, my balls clapping on her ass now, my dick getting harder inside her.
It’s like she’s trapped beneath me and something about that gets me going. Feeling my cock sink deep into her greedy little pussy, listening to her try and fight her moans, but knowing she can’t because it feels too fucking good. Damn, she’s too much, even for me.
The fight and the pull. It’s fucking amazing.
I pull out, grabbing her panties. “Bite these,” I rasp.
She does as told and I’m surprised she doesn’t put up a fight this time. She’s gotta be dazed or ready to just cum already. I’m not surprised. My cock can make any woman forget who they really are.
I lower down, angling her hips and running my tongue through the hot slit of her wet pussy again. She’s so fucking sweet—so sweet and I want it all. I bury my face in, eating her like she’s a fucking midnight snack.
Her head falls back and she cries through the fabric in her mouth. She grinds on my tongue when I bury it in deep, writhing, trying to get more of me in her.
I draw my tongue back out, sliding it through her wet pussy, up to her fat clit. I suck on it, gliding a finger deep inside her and pressing on her sweet spot. Her back arches and I swear she’s screaming so loudly behind those yellow panties. Good thing she’s keeping them there. I would hate for her to be embarrassed by her friend walking in on her getting eaten out by the neighbor she supposedly hates.
I suckle on her clit, feeling her cum all over my face. She’s a wet, sticky mess. So fucking wet that I push back up and stroke my cock into her pussy again, no hesitation. No resistance. I wrap her legs around my waist and go to work, needing to cum inside her now. I can’t hold off anymore. I have to get this nut out.
“You swear you hate me,” I laugh. “But your body always tells me otherwise, baby.” She’s still coming, jerking and twisting, looking up at me with hot green eyes.
She pulls the panties out of her mouth, tossing them aside. I can hear her moans clearly now, but whatever movie her friend and boyfriend are watching has gotten louder, some action part playing.
And it’s just at the right moment. “Fuck, I’m about to cum.” I squeeze her plump ass in my hands, sinking all the way into her soaking wet cunt. She cries out with the loudness out in the living room. Good thing they have surround sound.
“Hell yeah,” I groan, balls deep in her pussy. “You love this cock in your pussy, don’t you, Brooke? Feels fucking good, doesn’t it?”
She squeals her response, clutching the sheets, sighing deep. Her tits jiggle beneath the gown and I pull it down, watching those perky pink nipples looking so suck-able. Leaning down, I wrap my mouth around one of them and then go still as I finally cum deep in her hot, eager cunt.
I throb hard as fuck as my cum fills her up, groaning around her taut pink nipple, still squeezing her ass too. Shit, I’m all over this girl and I don’t even care. She feels too fucking good to let up—too good to just pull away.
It wasn’t enough this morning and right now has made up for that. “Shit.” My body quakes when her pussy pulses around my throbbing cock. I lightly bite her nipple and she whimpers, looking down at me.
I suck on each one slowly, still inside her, letting every drop spill, and she breathes harder, watching, eyes begging for a little more.
“I’ll make you cum one more time before I go.” I draw back, pulling her to the edge of the bed, lowering to my knees, and eating her pussy like it’s my treat one last time.
“Oh, God,” she moans.
I feel her juices all over my face and I can even smell myself. Yeah, I’m in there, good and deep. She won’t be able to get rid of the scent of me. Not with how hard I just came inside her pussy.
She jerks, panting hard, the movie still loud. It takes no time at all for her to cum, squirting that sticky honey all over my tongue. “XANDER!” she squeals, her fingers pushing through my hair. I swallow it all down, my cock twitching in response.
Fuck, if I don’t stop, I’ll end up fucking her again—end up coating her inside and out with all of my cum. I draw away, standing tall and looking down at her. She’s fucking exhausted. Good.
Leaning over her, I kiss her, sliding my tongue through her pouty lips. “Taste that?” I murmur. “That’s how good you taste when you cum for me.” I pull away, grabbing my clothes with a small smile.
I can hear her sigh, defeated and a little annoyed. I ignore it, getting dressed and then going for the window. I know she wants me to stay or do more—but I can’t commit to more. Not with my neighbor. Fuck that. I needed that one fuck to get her off my mind. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon, firecracker. Sleep tight and stay wet for me.”
“Yeah, whatever,” she sighs, sitting up.
I climb out and she comes towards the window, watching me adjust my pants. She shuts and locks it this time, waving a kind middle finger at me behind the glass. I return the kind gesture, smirking before taking off.
That little redhead is a piece of fucking work.
7
Brooke
Shelby tags along with me to the gym the next morning, but ever since we left home she’s been giving me weird looks, like I’m holding back on a secret. I start to wonder if she heard anything, but I don’t think she did. She would have come running if she had.
She has a reason to be suspicious. She knows me, but I refuse to tell her about the arrangement Xander and me have going on right now.
It’s only two months and it’s honestly nothing.
While I jog on the treadmill, I see her start to slow down to a quick walk, grabbing her water bottle and taking a swig. I see her mouth moving, but I have my headphones in, a song by Paramore blasting.
I pluck one out and look at her. “Huh?”
“I said, I feel like there’s something going on with you and you aren’t telling me.”
I pretend to be confused, screwing my face and all. “What do you mean?” I laugh. “Something like what?”
“Like…maybe there’s a guy you’re seeing. You seem to be glowing,” she laughs.
“Glowing?” I quirk a brow.
“Yes. You were all perky this morning and you woke up earlier than usual!”
“Shelby, there is no one. I’m still as single as they come,” I tell her. “Trust me, if I had something serious going on with someone, I would tell you.”
“Mmm-hmm.” She looks me up and down, but she says no more about it. Instead she starts talking about Jake and how he wants to take her to some club on Friday night.
As s
he talks, though, I can’t stop thinking about it. Am I really glowing? Am I chipper?
There’s no way in hell it’s because of Xander. I mean…okay. He has great cock. Seriously great cock. And last night was fucking amazing. I did not see it coming, but I am not taking him seriously. I would be the dumbest woman on the planet to consider this anything other than sex.
It’s just an agreement, and soon Shelby will be glad that he isn’t throwing his wild parties, all thanks to me and this secret arrangement we have going on. I know she won’t push on it anymore, but she will get a little nosier.
She’ll never find out. I’ll be careful. Because if she does, I’m afraid she’ll move out or think I’m choosing him over her. She’s very protective of me, like a sister. If she hates a guy, she will list a thousand reasons not to mess around with him.
And I always agree with her. This time I would have to, because Xander is no good. He does what he wants, takes what he wants, and he doesn’t care how you feel when he does it.
That alone should bother me, but it doesn’t.
Not one bit.
When we pull up, I hear a lawn mower running. Xander steps from around a corner, shirtless, completely glistening with sweat. His tattoos sparkle from the sweat and I feel the pit of belly warm up at the sight of him.
Such an arrogant, sexy bastard.
I try hard not stare as I strap my gym bag over my shoulder.
“Wow,” Shelby says, stepping up to my side and planting a hand on her hip. “It sucks that he’s so hot but such a prick. Seems like such a waste of beauty.” I avoid rolling my eyes. She’s so dramatic.
I hate admitting it, but to be honest, he’s not that bad. Yes, he gets under my skin like no other person can, but he’s not the freaking devil. His parties are annoying but they’re just parties, and usually harmless. None of our property is ever damaged, though seeing empty cups and bottles in the street is gross and annoying.
Shelby is just too used to her goody-two-shoes roots. I had to break her out of her shell in college and even when we went out she still complained about a lot of things. It’s just who she is.
I decide to say nothing at all. I don’t want my opinions to give anything away. Instead, I look away, but I can feel him watching me. And knowing he’s watching makes me want to jet across the street just to fuck him one good time and then go about my day.
Three days pass and I don’t hear from Xander. I don’t know why it bugs me since we only agreed on once a week, but it does. I know he’s home. His car has been there and it’s like he’s purposely been working on things he has to do outside so I can cave.
I’ve tried not to let it get to me though. I’ve had a few interviews for potential jobs and I’ve been focused on that as well as working my shifts at Harlow’s.
To my luck, there hasn’t been any loud music playing from Xander’s end. I hear the purr of his Mustang when he comes and goes, but that’s about it. So far, he’s kept his word about cutting the parties.
Before I know it, it’s Sunday and I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, listening to Shelby bustle around as she gets ready for her breakfast date with Jake. She pops her head into my room, asking, “Hey, have you seen my red pumps?”
I point to my closet where the shoe rack is. “I borrowed them for an interview yesterday.”
“Oh yeah.” She grins, walking towards the closet and taking them out of their slot. “You think you got it?”
I shrug. “I hope so.” The interview went well. I’ve had countless interviews at daycares and for elementary schools. I’d love to teach kindergarten or first grade.
“I bet you did.” She huffs a breath as she looks at her reflection in my mirror. She’s wearing a red pencil skirt and a white blouse. Her blonde hair is curly and bouncy and not to mention my best friend has great legs.
I stand up. “You look great, Shelbs!”
“You kidding? I feel like I look so cheap? I got this outfit from the thrift store.” She sighs. “I’m so tired of these Sunday breakfasts dates. I know he wants to make a tradition out of it but one day I’d like to just stay here or spend the night at his place and wake up to him cooking for me or something, you know?”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. But you know Jake. Always trying to spend as much money as he can on you. Maybe you should tell him what you really want.”
She nods, chewing into her glossed bottom lip. “I think I will one day. Just not right now. He’s always so excited about it. I give it a few more weeks.” A car horn beeps and she flips her wrist to check the gold watch that he bought her for her birthday.
“Shit. That’s him. Gotta go!” She starts to walk past me, but then pauses, looking back. “What are you going to do today?”
I point a thumb at my bed. “Sleep as much as I can.”
She giggles. “That sounds nice. Well, if you get hungry, let me know. I’ll pick up some food up for you.”
“Thanks, Shelbs. Have fun on your date.”
She’s gone in the blink of an eye. I walk out, listening to the door click shut and lock. I step towards the window, watching her hop into the car, give Jake a smooch on the lips, and then he pulls out of the driveway in his Tesla.
When they’re gone, I breathe a sigh of relief.
I look towards Xander’s house. I wonder if he’ll come. After sneaking in my bedroom window, I haven’t heard from him since. Has he already had enough?
Pulling away, I walk to my bathroom and start up the shower. I take a quick one, but when I’m out, that’s when I hear knocking on the door.
My chest feels warmer, but I keep my steps steady as I go for the front door. When I open it, he’s there, standing tall, shoulders hunched.
“He finally shows his face,” I say sarcastically.
“We only fuck on Sunday’s, right?” His voice is gruff. Something seems wrong with him.
“I guess.” I shrug like I don’t care, but then he picks me up by the hips, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He kicks the door shut behind him and storms towards the living room.
He yanks on my towel, tugging it down and exposing my damp, naked body. “Wait,” I breathe as he starts to kiss between my breasts and on my stomach. “What about breakfast? I was just about to start cooking.”
“Fuck breakfast. We’ll eat later.” He says this with his mouth still on my skin, trailing his full lips down to the valley between my legs. “You smell good as fuck, firecracker. I can’t wait to make you dirty again.”
I clutch the edge of the couch as he seals his mouth around my pussy. He groans as he eats me, bringing one hand up to squeeze my breast and then rub a thumb over the taut nipple. I shudder as he sticks his tongue inside me and then draws it out.
“Tastes fucking good too.” He sits up, sliding a finger inside me. “You been thinking about me, haven’t you?” he asks, forcing my legs apart with his other hand. He keeps fingering me, hitting a tender spot.
I sigh. “No,” I lie.
He smirks, pulling his finger away and defeat hits me. “Don’t lie to me, Brooke. I know you have. I’ve been thinking about your pussy ever since I left Sunday night.”
“So why didn’t you come back before today?”
“Didn’t think you wanted me to.” He stands up and lowers his basketballs shorts. His long, big cock springs free, leaking at the tip. He grips it at the base and then starts to stroke it while holding his balls too. “You want more than just Sundays?”
I don’t answer. Of course I want more. Way more. But I won’t tell him. I refuse to tell him. “Sundays is what we agreed on. Two months. That’s it.”
He laughs a little, still stroking his cock. He then steps above me, grabbing my arm and helping me sit up. “You don’t have to admit it right now. I’ll fuck the answer out of you. But first.” He wraps a hand around the back of my head, bringing his cock closer to my face. “You’ve gotta suck me off, baby.”
8
Xander
I press the tip of my
cock on her mouth, spreading my pre-cum across her sexy lips. I’m surprised when she parts them to welcome me in. She opens her legs too and then presses her palms on my thighs, circling her tongue from the head to the base, taking me all in.
“Oh, shit,” I groan, not expecting that. I keep my fingers in her red hair and she draws back, and then takes my whole cock into her mouth again, forcing me deep down her throat. “Damn, that feels so good.”
I get the urge to start stroking in her mouth, to fuck her throat and make it sore, but I like the way she’s sucking and licking me. I like how she’s playing with my balls and moaning around my cock like she can’t get enough.
She looks right up at me with those big glassy eyes and I nearly fucking explode. Shit. She can’t look at me like that. Like some innocent little angel with her mouth wrapped around a cock that’s a little too big for her.
“You look good sucking my cock, Brooke.” I thrust in her mouth a little more, hitting the back of the throat. Wetness builds around my dick, dripping and falling on the floor when she pulls back. She’s making sure I’m wet for her eager pussy.
I can’t hold off anymore. If she keeps sucking me like this, circling her tongue around my dick like it’s her favorite candy, I’ll cum deep down her throat and I don’t want to cum yet. I pull back and she looks up at me with wet, raw lips.
Grabbing her arm, I stand her up and then spin her around, bending her over so her ass is lifted in the air. “Grab the edge of the couch,” I tell her.
She grabs it, spreading her ass even wider for me. She’s flaunting that asshole, not knowing that I’ll take that shit, too, if it comes down to it. I can tell she’s been fucked in the ass before. It’s still tight, but it’s been poked at a few times.
I grip the back of her head and force it down, sliding my hungry dick into her cunt. She gasps like she always does from that first thrust—like she loves it so damn much. I hold onto her waist, my other hand moving down to her shoulder, and start to fuck her. Hard.