by Claire Adams
I had to give myself some time or else I’d come right away, but I was never any good at edging. I had to have it, and I had to have it now. I walked in and let the water pound down my body, over my neck and my chest until it slammed against my cock.
The pressure was too much. I grabbed the shaft and slipped my palm over it. I kept thinking about the girl from downtown. It was her unique look that reeled me in. I was tired of plastic perfection and silicone tits. I needed somebody natural who didn’t have to spend hours worrying about what she looked like.
I imagined myself peeling off her shirt and the expression on her face when I unhooked her bra. My cock pounded with excitement. My hand couldn’t move fast enough. I needed to know what it would feel like to have her wrap her lips around the head of my cock and slide down over it, gently at first. Then she’d pucker her lips and swallow the whole thing.
I wondered if she’d gag, or if she could take the whole thing without even thinking about it. My body screamed. My head tingled, and I could feel the pressure building up inside me. I braced myself against the shower wall.
I wanted her. I didn’t want one of Tony’s girls. I wanted her, and I knew that none of the other girls would match up. They wouldn’t have those long, perfect legs, or that tight butt, and gorgeous tits.
I wanted to pierce through her shell, tear her clothes off, and make her scream. I could practically hear her. I could almost taste her nipples between my lips, and see the way her eyes rolled into the back of her head when I pounded through her.
A warm stream shot out, and I watched as it flowed down the drain. It was anticlimactic, but sweet nonetheless. I scrubbed myself down, dried off, and stood in the bathroom mirror so I could do my hair. Just a quick swipe of my fingers and it stuck up in the front just like it was supposed to.
I threw on a pair of jeans and a tight gray shirt, then laid on my bed. I shouldn’t be doing this. I knew that I had a problem, but I was too far gone to stop. I’d have to live with my curse and try to manage it as best as I could.
I sat up. I couldn’t allow myself to go to a dark place. Plenty of men had regular encounters. That was to be expected. I was no different. If I started questioning myself, I’d just end up getting worse. Sexuality wasn’t something that could be suppressed. It wouldn’t go away. It would just keep building up until I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to maintain some level of sanity.
I couldn’t lay back down again. When I did, my cock pressed up against my pants. This was worse than usual, but it wasn’t the first time I felt this way. I just had to be careful and redirect my thoughts as best as I could, but I couldn’t help it.
I wasn’t the kind of guy that got obsessed over women. I wasn’t sure I even knew what it meant to be infatuated with somebody. Usually, I lost interest after the first night. There were a few times when things would last a week or two, but it was never anything but sex.
I had to get my head right. If I kept thinking about the girl I saw downtown, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy myself when Tony’s girl got here. I decided to go downstairs and turn on the TV, hoping that I could find something that would distract me from what I really wanted.
I thought about canceling my appointment. That was probably the smart thing to do. I didn’t want to spend all night comparing Tony’s girl to the girl of my dreams. The two would never match up. I wouldn’t even be able to get it up, and when I finally did come, it wouldn’t be satisfying. I’d just want more.
But I was too far gone. It was getting close to 6, and if I didn’t get it soon, I was going to have to take another shower. The doorbell rang, and my stomach sank. She wasn’t going to match up. I was horny now, but I knew that the second I saw the girl, I’d end up going limp. She wouldn’t be the one that I wanted.
I checked the mirror before I opened the door. I looked great, but what was the point? This was a business transaction. It was empty and cold, with no more significance than a handshake. A part of me hated myself for doing this. Why couldn’t I be normal? I shook my face and pinched my arm. I couldn’t think like this.
When I opened the door, the first thing I saw were legs: nothing but long, beautiful legs, and a pair of denim shorts so tight I could see her cheeks peeking out from the frayed hems. Then, I saw her face, my cock jumped, and I had to lean against the doorframe. The girl from downtown was staring at me, holding an empty package over her chest, as if she were trying to hide her boobs.
“Sexy package delivery,” she said, her voice anything but enthusiastic.
“Thank you.” I grabbed it away from her.
She stared down at the ground. Her cheeks were bright red. “Did you want me to open it for you?”
I tried to keep from laughing. “This is your first day, isn’t it?”
“I—is it that obvious?” She seemed to deflate.
“No, I just have an eye for those sorts of things.”
“You’re just being nice. I’m terrible at this.”
“You’re not that bad.” I moved closer, hoping to get under her skin.
I could tell by the way she stepped back that it was working. “Here.” She thrust the package into my arms.
“Aren’t you going to open it for me?”
She grabbed it back and started to pull on the tape, but she couldn’t get a good grasp on it. “I hate these things.”
“It’s fine. Come inside. Take a load off.”
“All right.” She stomped past me and stopped as soon as her feet touched the marble. “Oh my God. That thug wasn’t lying. You are a high roller.”
“I try.” I motioned for her to follow me into the living room where I’d set up a cart in the corner with a crystal decanter of aged whiskey. “Would you like a drink?” I asked.
She sat down on my black leather sectional in the center of the room. “No, thank you. I still have to drive.”
I took a shot to ease my nerves and sat down on the other side of the couch. She was looking around, up at the ceiling, at the art on the walls, anywhere but at me. I could tell I made her uncomfortable. I made a lot of girls uncomfortable, but I usually didn’t care how they felt. This was different.
I tried to think of something to say to ease her tensions. “Am I your first customer?”
She nodded but said nothing.
“Is it kind of weird doing this?”
She shrugged.
“Are you sure you don’t want a drink?
“I’d love one.” She started to ease up.
“Good, I was starting to think that you were a lost cause.” I poured her a glass of whiskey and handed it to her. She looked up at me when she reached out to grab it, and I knew instantly that she was terrified. “It’s okay.” I sat down, a little closer this time.
“Sorry.” She took a gulp and cringed at the taste of the liquor.
“Why are you apologizing?”
“I don’t know,” she groaned, then turned to me. “I mean, I obviously don’t have any business doing this.”
“You’re doing fine.”
“You think so?” she asked.
“I’m positive.” I trained my eyes on her. I was half-expecting her to run out screaming, but she didn’t. She relaxed a little bit more, sat back, and sipped on her drink. “You’ve got the right look,” I added.
She slammed the rest of her drink. “I look ridiculous.”
“No, you don’t.” I moved closer. She got up to pour herself another drink, but her hands trembled. I went to help her. “Here.” I took the decanter and poured her a glass.
Chapter 6
Mercedes
“What’s your name?” he asked when I sat down again.
“Maria.” I took a gulp of my drink and set it down. I felt warm and tingly from the alcohol.
“Maria, I’m Jake.” He offered me his hand. I shook it. I couldn’t help it. I’d been avoiding checking him out since I got there, but he had no shame. There was no point in hiding it. The man was a golden god with toned muscles, tanned skin, an
d shoulders twice as wide as my own. It was like staring up at a marble statue made flesh.
“Nice to meet you.” I gave him a half-smile and glanced around. The room was perfect in its simplicity with rich mahogany floors, a black couch, and a matching entertainment center. It was such a contrast from the foyer. I couldn’t help but think that this was his room and that it reflected his tastes. He wasn’t an elegant man. He was flashy, but he didn’t have to try very hard to stand out.
He must’ve seen me looking out of the corner of my eye because he scooted a little closer. He was less than two feet away, and I started to lose it. I couldn’t even play it off. He scared me. His cold blue eyes moved over my body, picking apart my flaws and assets.
It excited me, too. I’d never met a man who could be casual and intense at the same time. Behind his calm, reassuring demeanor was a monster ready to break loose. I wasn’t sure if I should run out the door or let him topple me to the ground and have his way with me.
I stuck close to my drink and nursed it quietly. I didn’t know what to say to him. There was nothing to say. I knew what he wanted. It was only a matter of time before it happened. I decided that I wasn’t going to let him take control.
A man like him was probably used to having girls open their legs on command. I’d seen it before. The girls in school would always flock to the hottest guy and fight over him behind his back. Usually, the guy would end screwing everyone but the ugliest of them and end up pissing them all off. That was Jake, and I wanted no part of it.
“I should go.” I slammed the rest of my drink and felt my head whirl.
“You just drank two glasses of whiskey,” he said. “Don’t you think you should wait a bit?”
“God.” I leaned my head back. “I hate that you’re right. See.” I turned to him. “I’m terrible at this.”
He laid his hand on my thigh. I watched in wide-eyed horror as his hand moved up closer to the space between my legs. “You’re good at this,” he said. He dove in and pressed his lips to mine. I melted. He had complete control. Resistance was an illusion.
It was those eyes, his firm hands, and of course, the way he moved his lips. He opened his mouth just enough to give me a taste, pressed his tongue between my lips, then he pulled it back again, and I needed more.
I felt like I was falling, so I wrapped my arm around his neck for support.
“Is this okay?” He pulled back.
I nodded. He reacted instantly. He pounced on top of me, his eyes met mine, and he dove in to kiss my neck. His teeth grazed the skin, and I gasped. My whole body tensed up.
His deep laugh slammed me in the gut. He lifted his head. “You like that?”
I nodded, unable to speak.
“Good.” He climbed off me and threw his shirt off. He wasn’t making a show of things. He wanted something. I could already see his bulge resting just below his zipper. When he saw me looking, he made his cock jump. He knew I was eager. I couldn’t hide it.
He knelt in front of me and swept his finger down my chest and over my stomach, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. Then he lifted my shirt and pulled it up over my arms. I could smell my perfume when he threw it to the side.
His lips were sweet and gentle, with the lingering touch of his teeth that left chills on my neck and then my chest. He distracted me while he took off my bra, and it worked. I didn’t even feel it when the hook came loose until he slid it out from under me and threw it aside.
His focus turned to my nipples. His eyes flashed from one to the next, like he couldn’t decide which one he wanted first. “So hot,” he said and licked my nipple, leaving little droplets of moisture behind. I tensed up. He kept going, pressing my nipple between his lips, moving his tongue over the tip while his finger circled over the edge.
A fluttering whisper bubbled out of my throat. With every swipe of his tongue, it got louder and louder until I cried out. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, he shoved his hand down my shorts and dug his finger in just past the entrance.
A hot, tingling feeling built up between my legs. “I’ll bet you liked that, didn’t you?” he asked.
I nodded and moaned softly.
Jake licked his lips and pulled his hand out. He unbuttoned my shorts while he focused on the nipple he’d neglected earlier. He circled his tongue around the edge with a playful look in his eyes, then clamped onto it with his teeth. Pain and pleasure radiated from my nipple, melding with his breath. Fire roared across my chest and trickled down my stomach.
He’d unbuttoned my shorts, and he focused on the zipper, inching it down while he teased my areola with his tongue. He pulled them down my legs, tore my panties off, and grabbed me by the hips. “What are you doing?” I yelped.
“Come here.” He pulled me off the couch and lifted me up. He held me under the knees so I could wrap my legs around him. His cock pressed into my opening. He moved his hips forward, and the tip pushed through.
“Oh, God,” I cried. Something was ready to make its way to the surface.
He pulled his hands out from under my knees, and I slid down into a standing position. He grabbed me by the side and bent me over the couch. His hand rested on my hip.
“Don’t you dare,” I said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He lifted his hand.
“Oh, yes you d—”
He spanked me hard. “Is that what you were talking about?”
The tingling sensation spread out from where he slapped my flesh. It hit my wet lips and seemed to drive through. I felt like I grasped at nothing, opening and closing, desperate to take him in. His cock pressed against my cheek. It was skipping up and down, rubbing against the skin.
He lifted his hand. “This is gonna hurt.” His hand came down hard, leaving behind an intoxicating burn.
I yelped.
“So hot,” he said. Jake shifted behind me, and I looked back to see what he was doing. He stepped to the side so I couldn’t look. I turned my head in the other direction, but he was too fast. I heard his zipper falling.
He smacked his cock on my ass. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I said with a sigh.
“Go ahead. Take a look.”
I turned back. He held the base of his thick cock. When he saw me looking, he smiled and swung it up and down, then slipped his palm up the shaft. The foreskin folded over the head and I shuddered. He growled and slapped his cock down. It was big, bigger than I expected, and something told me that he knew how to use it.
He reached around and toyed with my clit while he ran his cock over my lips. With every stroke, an unimaginably potent wave of energy flowed up my body and settled deep below my gut. It didn’t dissipate, even when he let my clit go. My anticipation and the desperation I’d tried so hard to ignore egged it on.
He pushed his cock up and parted my lips. A trickle of moisture pooled up and flowed out onto his dick. That did it. Neither of us could control ourselves. He drilled through and rested his cock on my G-spot.
At first, I sighed. Then, as he starting to push in and pull out in long, consistent strokes, my voice came out in soft cries. He drove through hard, hit my spot, and flicked my clit. I jolted up and slammed right into it. I had to grab at the couch just to contain the overwhelming need to explode.
It wasn’t enough. He moved faster now, like a jackhammer, pounding in, pulling out. His cock slid through, and his fingers were like a bow to a violin as they twisted around my clit. The tickle, the burn, and the mounting tension became a flurry of sensation. I couldn’t hold up to this.
This man was a beast, built for lovemaking. I’d never been with anyone like him. He knew my body better than I knew my own. It became more than just touch. He was orchestrating an explosion, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He loved it.
He huffed and grunted, straining to get through. His balls slapped up against me, and the force of his hips drove me forward. I dug my face into the leather, grabbed the couch, and instantly, I was
reeling, flying, and screaming.
The rush was uncontrollable. It was alive, roaring through me, sending shivers over my stomach, down my legs, and into the deep, unknown parts of my body. Something jolted inside me, and a hot wave flew out. He kept his dick inside me and massaged my spot as long as he could. When he pulled out, he left me wanting more.
Chapter 7
Jake
I stood up with my cock still hanging out of my pants and grabbed a tissue off the end table. She rolled over and watched me with an eager look. I knew what she wanted. She wanted to reach out to me and pull me closer. I hated it. There was always that sense of obligation. I was the bad guy because I couldn’t go any further. Why couldn’t women understand that sometimes it’s just physical?
It was nothing personal, but I couldn’t tell her that. I couldn’t say anything. If I tried to talk about it, it would just make things worse, and she’d get bitter, so we were stuck in an awkward silence.
“That was amazing,” she said when I poured myself another drink.
I brought her one out of courtesy. “Here.” She took it and sat up. I watched her unfold. When I first met her, she was so anxious she could barely breathe. Now she was comfortable, genuine. I loved that. She wasn’t putting up a front. I didn’t think she could if she tried.
“You’re so innocent. I love it.” I took a drink.
“I am not innocent.”
“That’s the thing about innocence. You never know if you are.”
“I’d like to think of myself as purposefully naïve,” she said.
“That just makes you sound like a good girl who wants to avoid all the fun things in life. Something tells me that’s not you.”
“I won’t lie.” She stood up and pulled on her shorts, then strapped her bra on while I reached into my pocket. “I never do this.”
“It’s your first time?” I asked.
“Having sex? God, no. Of course not.”
I held out a folded stack of hundred dollar bills. She cocked her head in confusion.