by Jessica Ashe
I can’t stop touching her skin, and she eventually stirs when I kiss the nape of her neck. There are a few blissful moments where she turns around to face me and snuggles up against my chest, letting me hold her tightly and kiss her on the forehead.
She hums gently in response, but then her muscles stiffen as she starts to wake up.
I cross my fingers and hope we can avoid the drama and not let things get complicated.
No such luck.
“Oh shit,” Elena cries out, when she opens her eyes and sees me lying next to her.
“Good morning to you, too.”
“What time is it?”
“Six. Why?”
“You have to get out of here before Sadie wakes up.”
“Don’t be silly.”
“I’m not being silly,” Elena replies. She grabs the sheet to keep herself covered up and is now fishing around on the floor for our clothes. Why do women cover themselves up when they’re in bed with a man they’ve already had sex with? Seems kind of pointless at that stage. “Do you even have underpants on?”
“I’ll give you a hint,” I reply. I grab Elena’s hand and slide it under the sheets to my morning glory.
“Fuck. Please get dressed quickly. I can’t have Sadie find out you came back here last night.”
“Sadie doesn’t care.”
“I care. Sadie’s been going on all week about how we’re going to end up sleeping together. If she knows she’s right then I’m never going to hear the end of it.”
“In that case, I’ve got bad news for you. I crossed paths with Sadie in the middle of the night when I went to the bathroom.”
“Shit.”
“This also seems like an appropriate time to mention that your housemate may have seen my penis.”
“Oh for God’s sake.”
“She said something like that. Look, unless you plan on this being a one-night stand then she’s going to find out at some point. May as well be now.”
“Of course this is a one-night stand,” Elena replies. “What else do you think is going to happen here? Are we suddenly going to be in a relationship? Am I your girlfriend?”
“That was kind of the plan, yes,” I reply, confused.
Isn’t it supposed to be me getting desperate and anxious about the prospect of a relationship? I assumed we would keep seeing each other, and not just for sex. When did I make that decision? It doesn’t sound like me, but it popped into my head at some point. Somewhere between first meeting Elena over two months ago and having sex with her last night, I decided I wanted a relationship with her.
I’m not sure the feeling is mutual.
“Have you ever even had a girlfriend?” Elena asks.
“No, not really. However, I’m willing to bet you’ve never been fucked by a dick as big as mine, but you handled it well enough last night. We’re both adjusting to new things.”
“No, I’m not going to adjust to this. That’s not happening. We’re not happening, you’re leaving, and we’re not doing this again. I’m not going to let… I’m not….”
She tries to put on a T-shirt, but ends up throwing it on the floor in frustration. Then the tears come. This is new. My only experience with crying women has been hearing them sob as I walk out the door. I’ve never put my arm around one and held her tightly to my chest. This is a week of firsts.
“You think I’m going to hurt you?” I say softly. “You’re scared of a relationship, because you think you’re going to get hurt?”
“I am going to get hurt,” she sobs. “This has already gone too far. It’s going to end at some point, and when it does, you’re going to move on and I’ll be left crying alone in my bed.”
“That’s not going to happen. I care about you a lot, Elena, and I’m not going to let you get hurt.”
She looks up at me with big puffy eyes, and gives me the tiniest smile. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Positive.”
There’s a gentle knock at the door. “Elena, are you okay?” Sadie asks.
“I’m fine,” Elena yells back. She wipes the tears from her eyes with the bedsheet.
“I’m making breakfast. You want any?”
“Yes please, we’ll be there in a minute.”
My hand reaches around to grab Elena’s ass and I drag her on top of my thighs, my hard cock laying almost flat against my stomach. Elena gasps and slowly moves her hips forward, pressing her wet slit against the base of my cock.
“Actually,” Elena shouts to Sadie, “better make that ten minutes.” I reach up and grab her breasts, pinching her nipples hard between my thumb and forefinger, and eliciting a gentle moan. “Twenty minutes,” she adds. “We’ll be out in twenty minutes.”
Chapter Thirteen
Tanner
As I’m digging a condom out of my jeans, I see something else on the floor that could come in use right now.
“Close your eyes,” I command.
Elena closes them reluctantly, as I climb onto the bed and grab her by the wrists. I quickly slap the handcuffs on one wrist, loop them around a post of the headboard, and then slap them on the other wrist.
“What the—”
“You made me wear a blindfold,” I say calmly. “I’m putting you in handcuffs.”
Elena tugs at her new restraints, but she doesn’t ask me to take them off. I wouldn’t listen anyway.
I perch on my knees at the foot of the bed and behold the glorious vision in front of me.
Elena’s arms are stretched out above her head, her breasts pointing up to the ceiling, desperately craving more attention.
But my eyes are drawn down to her pussy, with its tidy, neat triangle pointing to her wetness, guiding me to where I’m most needed.
Last night, Elena had been shy when I’d stared at intimate parts of her body, but this time she opens her legs before I even touch her.
My cock’s already hard and sheathed. It’s twitching in desperation, eager to get to work.
However, I can’t ignore the glistening between her legs. She’s wet, and my mouth’s watering as I remember her taste. I need more.
My tongue dives straight inside her, reaching deep into her core, exploring every part of her it can reach. I’ve never wished for a bigger cock—nine inches is enough—but right now I’d love a longer tongue.
She tastes so sweet, I briefly forget I’m not down here just for my own enjoyment. Her essence is like a drug that has my brain on an unnatural high. I’m not thinking straight and I can’t get enough.
Elena’s groaning, using her legs to try and push me up the bed. She wants my cock. It’s only been a few hours, but she’s already craving my beast inside her. I thought she might be sore after last night, but apparently not.
I ignore her legs and her pleading, and suck gently on her clit. She’s wriggling furiously now; one second she’s thrusting her pussy in my face, and the next she’s trying to get me up the bed.
My cock is pounding, begging to get inside her wet pussy. Not yet. Last night she came with my fingers inside her; this time it’s going to be my tongue.
I move my mouth back to her entrance and wet my thumb with her juices before moving it up to her clit. It’s firm and swollen, but I keep my touch gentle while my tongue explores her again.
Barely ten seconds pass before her pussy tightens and releases, a small flood of her excitement entering my mouth as I feel her convulsing under my touch.
She still has her eyes closed as I climb up between her legs. They open wide the second I’m inside her.
I glide in deep, her wetness making it almost effortless, as her tight pussy squeezes my throbbing cock.
I look down at her pussy lips spread around my cock, the condom already shining with her juices as I slide my manhood in and out, going harder and deeper each time.
It’s too much.
I stare at her tits instead, as they sway up and down with each hard thrust, perfectly formed nipples inviting my mouth to come down and pla
y.
I’m on the edge already. It’s too soon.
I look up at her face and we make eye contact. My every thrust is reflected in the passion behind her eyes, and the quiet whimpers of pleasure that escape her lips.
I’m done. She’s too much. I can’t hold it in any longer.
I pull my cock from her pussy and whip the condom off a second before I shoot my load over her round tits. Elena gasps in amazement as I keep spraying my seed over her sweaty, naked body.
I eke out the last drop and wipe it on her belly before collapsing down next to her on the bed.
“You look so beautiful right now,” I remark, as I stare at her.
“If this stuff gets on the sheets, then you’re sleeping on the wet patch.”
I lean over and kiss her but she doesn’t kiss me back.
“Everything okay?”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
She shakes her wrists, still enclosed in the metal handcuffs.
“Nope,” I reply. “Don’t think so. I’m going to pop to the bathroom.”
“Tanner,” she yells as I slip on some boxer briefs and walk out of her room.
The handcuffs will have to come off at some point. I can’t keep her chained up all the time.
Even without the handcuffs, she’s still mine.
Completely and utterly mine.
Chapter Fourteen
Elena
When we finally leave the bedroom, I expect to walk straight into a torrent of questions from Sadie. Instead, she’s sitting at the kitchen table wearing headphones and staring intently at her laptop.
“We have cereal and… well, that’s about it really,” I say to Tanner.
“That’ll be just fine.” He grabs a bowl and spoon but comes back from the fridge empty-handed. “No milk?”
“There’s soy milk in there.”
Tanner exhales in disgust. “I knew you had to have some flaws.”
“It’s good for you,” I reply. “There’s nearly as much protein in there as regular milk, but fewer calories and less fat.”
“You’re not selling it to me, but if that’s all you’ve got I guess it’ll have to do.”
Sadie is still typing on her laptop as if she hasn’t even noticed us. “Everything okay?” I ask her.
“What?” she replies, taking her headphones out of her ears.
“I was just asking if you were okay. Are you working?”
“Yeah, I got an assignment dumped on me yesterday and I need to finish it today.”
“It’s a holiday.”
“I get the distinct impression holidays don’t mean anything to me anymore.”
Tanner and I eat cereal in the living room to avoid distracting Sadie. Sometimes I regret not being able to land a job with a big law firm like Sadie did. Usually those regrets coincide with the receipt of student loan statements, or the first of each month when rent is due. Now, however, I’m somewhat relieved to have a nine-to-five job, albeit perhaps an unconventional one.
I have Dad to thank for that. If he hadn’t pulled strings, I’d probably be unemployed right now.
“Do you want to hang out today?” Tanner asks. “And by hang out, I mean spend the entire day in my bedroom.”
“Where do you find the energy?”
“There’s plenty more where that came from.”
“I believe you. But I think I should stay here today, maybe help Sadie with her work. She looks stressed.”
“I’m being rejected in favor of helping your roommate write a memo. That’s a new low.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” Tanner reaches over and kisses me on the cheek while I’m crunching on a mouthful of cereal. “I’m going to head home now. I need a real breakfast, not cereal with this hippie crap all over it.”
I smile, and accidentally let some of the soy milk dribble down my chin. I don’t know whether Tanner is my boyfriend yet, but I do know it’s too early for him to see me dribbling.
“Catch you later,” he says, as he gets up and heads to the door.
I mumble “bye,” in response and spill more of the milk down me. At least he doesn’t notice this time.
Tanner opens the door and nearly walks into a man standing in the doorway.
Oh fuck.
What the hell is my dad doing here?
“Oh hello,” Dad says cheerfully to Tanner. “You must be Sadie’s new boyfriend. Or perhaps just an acquaintance?”
“Um, no, actually I’m Elena’s—”
“Daddy, hello,” I yell, just about choking down my cereal in time to get the words out. I run to the door and throw my arms around my dad for a hug before the situation goes from bad to excruciating.
“Hi, sweetie,” Dad says. “Sorry for showing up unannounced. I was in the area, and wanted to check out my little girl’s new house.”
Dad steps inside and forgets about Tanner for a few seconds while he looks around the living room. I make eye contact with Tanner, and then look to the door, back to Tanner, and then to the door again. Surely it’s clear I’m encouraging him to leave? My telepathic communication abilities must be on the wane, because Tanner doesn’t go anywhere.
Sadie stays in the kitchen, apparently oblivious to my dad showing up. I could use her ability to think on her feet right now, because my mind is coming up blank for excuses as to why a strange man is around so early on a Monday morning.
Dad spent thirty years working as a detective, so he’s not naïve. He knows that people sleep around a lot these days and he even teases Sadie for it. He’s as liberal as they come and will happily sit down for a beer with guys like Tanner any day of the week. That is, until they get involved with his daughter.
Dad turns his attention back to Tanner. “We still haven’t been introduced. I’m Francis, Elena’s dad.”
All I can do is cringe and watch in terror as Tanner and my dad shake hands. “Nice to meet you, sir. I’m Tanner.”
“So where is Sadie?” Dad asks. “You keep her up all night, Tanner?”
I need to say something quickly. Tanner is clearly loving all this, but he’s not going to be the one who has to listen to a lecture from my dad.
“Hi, Francis,” Sadie says with newfound enthusiasm as she bursts into the room. “What are you doing in town?”
“I’m not stopping. Just driving through on the way to a convention tomorrow.”
“Tammy not with you?” Sadie asks.
“No, just me.”
“So you’re staying in a hotel by yourself tonight, huh?”
Sadie has an annoying habit of flirting with my dad, but right now I prefer that to having to explain who Tanner is. Dad laughs it off. He’s too modest to realize it’s not entirely a joke. Sadie once showed my dad’s picture to all our friends at college and the consensus was that he’s somewhere between ‘nice looking for his age’ and ‘yes please.’
“You look exhausted,” Dad says to Sadie. “Why don’t I take us all out for coffee?”
“Sounds great, Francis,” Sadie replies. “But I’ve got to stay here and work. I was up all night writing this memo.”
“Writing a memo?” Dad asks confused. “Is that a new euphemism for it? Has that replaced ‘Netflix and chill’? I struggle to keep up.”
Sadie’s tired so it takes her a few moments to realize what’s going on. Clearly she’s not going to be any help to me in this state.
“Oh, you think… him and me….” She points to Tanner. “He’s not mine. I wouldn’t complain if he was, but your daughter snagged him first. Anyway, I better get back to that memo. Have fun you three.”
Dad turns to stare at me and I do my best innocent daughter smile. I’ve been practicing it since about the age of three and it has a ninety-five percent success rate. Today, I’m in the five percent.
“You two? Really, Elena?”
“So it’s okay for Sadie and Tanner to… be an item, but not for me and Tanner? That’s so hypocritical.”
Dad sighs loudly and I’m expecting a lecture. Instead he smiles and turns back to Tanner. “I suppose I shouldn’t judge you so harshly. I know better than to make assumptions based on appearances. So tell me about yourself. Are you a lawyer? Or perhaps a colleague from the police department?”
“I work in a bar,” Tanner replies.
“Oh excellent,” Dad says sarcastically. “I hear bars offer great health care.”
“That’s enough, Daddy,” I say sternly. “He manages the bar. It’s not an easy job.”
“It can’t be that stressful,” Dad says. “It would appear he made the time to seduce you while he was working. I assume that’s where you met? Something tells me the two of you move in different social circles.”
“Yes, Daddy, we met in a bar.”
“We didn’t hook up straight away, sir,” Tanner says. “We met two months ago, so, you know, she wasn’t easy.”
“How lovely. What college did you go to?”
“I didn’t go to college, sir.”
“He was in the Navy,” I quickly add. That gets my dad’s attention. I knew it would.
“You were in the Navy?”
“Yes, sir. Fleet Surgical Team 10.”
“Impressive. I used to be a detective; worked with lots of men who served. Why did you leave?”
“Daddy, that’s personal. Stop giving him such a hard time.”
“He’s ex-military, Elena. He can handle being grilled by his girlfriend’s father.”
“It’s okay,” Tanner says. “I got shot in the line of duty. Just a flesh wound, but it did enough damage to make me come home.”
“Very well. I guess I can’t argue too much about my daughter dating one of our nation’s heroes. That’s what this is, isn’t it? You’re dating?”
“That’s certainly how I see it,” Tanner says.
“It is?” I ask, surprised. “I mean, yes, of course it is.”