by T. L Smith
Her other hand grabs my balls and she applies the perfect amount of pressure before she starts moving faster, sucking even harder with a swirl of her tongue on the tip of my cock. I grip her red hair which comes undone from the up-do she had in place, and I grip it hard with both hands as I fuck her face. Just before I come, I push her back and she lands on her ass.
She smiles as she wipes her mouth looking up at me. “Is that all?” she teases.
I kick my trousers off and tear my shirt over my shoulders before I get on the same level as her on my floor. Hovering over her, she spreads her legs wider making room for me while she stays on her elbows not lying down.
Her lips are so close to mine when she speaks, “Are you going to fuck me now, blondie?”
I push her legs wider apart with my hips and position myself at her entrance. She gasps, but I don’t push in on her she just stays gazing at me waiting.
“Red, I plan to fuck you. I plan to do nothing else but that for the rest of the night.”
“Do it then,” she challenges.
I push down on her. She gasps as I go slow taking in all that she has before I stop and wait. She opens her eyes then I start to move. I like to see her watching me. I like the way her eyes heat as she does so. It’s fucking maddening. She meets me thrust for thrust lifting her hips to meet mine before she clings herself to me, wrapping her arms around my neck as I lay her back. Putting both hands on my wooden flooring, she stays on me and take everything I can get from her. Her nails dig into my neck, but I don’t stop her and bend down to her neck kissing it, while I continue to move in and out of her perfect fucking pussy. Then I suck, she drops her head to the floor leaving my neck before she slaps my face, hard.
I smile down at her, and fuck her harder, slamming my hips into her. Her hands reach between us, and she grips my hips as her legs wrap around tighter. I can feel her tightening around me and know I won’t last long with the way she feels. It feels way too fucking good and I don’t want it to end.
Her arms drop, and her head goes back with her back arching as her hands spread out on the wooden floor. It’s fucking magnificent to watch. She’s coming undone right below me, and it doesn’t take me long to follow her. Rolling off of her, I lay on the floor next to her.
“You deserved that,” she states as she touches my face.
“I liked it,” I say smiling at her.
“Of course, you did. But next time you give me a hickey, I’ll dick punch you,” she says as she starts to stand looking around for her clothes, she picks them up and starts dressing.
“Where are you going?”
She looks down at me. “Home.”
“No round two?”
She shakes her head at me while doing up her blouse. “Some of us have lives. Work.” She looks around again and stops when she notices a photographic. I know which one, so I wait for her to say something.
“You aren’t married are you?”
I shake my head. “Single as fuck.”
She nods happy with my answer then pulls her skirt up. I reach for her purse and quickly grab her cell while she puts on her heels, and ring myself from it, so I have her number.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“You have my number now, and I have yours. Call me if you need to fuck… to let off some steam.” I wink at her as she reaches down taking it off of me.
“I’ll be sure to do that,” she says going to walk out the door.
“You don’t sound so sure…”
She looks back, her red hair fanning her beautiful face as she smiles before she shuts the door behind her.
9
Storm
“I did it… again,” I say as I pull open the door to my house.
“Did what?” Mel asks out of breath.
“Him. I did him…. again.”
She’s quiet for a moment before she starts laughing, loudly.
“Oh God, he has your ID.” She works it out. “And what, he came to you and you couldn’t help yourself?” she asks egging me on to explain what happened. I tell her about the flowers then his offer.
“I think it could work, no strings, just fun.” Reaching for my orange juice, I sit down at the table waiting to hear what she thinks. I need to shower, and then possibly watch more of When Harry Met Sally. Okay, I shouldn’t watch that again but I’ll be watching something.
“I want to be on your team, but I don’t think that would work…” she pauses.
“Why? We did it, it was fun. I totally got my shit and left straight after,” I say remembering seeing photos of him with another woman all over his house. I don’t want to ask him, but I do need to know if he’s married. Married men are not something I want to do. Even if they look as good as blondie. Then the way he told me no, there was hurt there, but I didn’t want to know. It isn’t how this is going to work.
“He’s your number ten, Stormi. Number ten. You’re fucked,” she whispers.
“I know, but maybe I’ll drop him down a few. He does like to talk.”
“If you drop him down then he’s marriage material. So you’re even more fucked.”
I groan loudly. “Why can’t he be a seven?” I ask. They are a man who’s good looking but you know you won’t marry, or you do because it was the right fit at the time.
“Just, well, you could put it off for as long as possible. I mean you enjoy sleeping with him, right? Just run after every fuck.” She giggles.
“I can do that.”
“Don’t linger, for anything.”
“No lingering,” I say, nodding my head.
“That means no sex at yours because you can’t run.”
Oh shit, I didn’t think of that.
“We didn’t even make it to his room.”
“Fuck, he really is your ten, isn’t he?”
I nod my head biting my lip. “He totally fucking is.”
We say our goodbyes not long after, and just before I go to sleep after my shower, a message appears on my cell.
It’s a picture from blondie. How do I know you ask? Because I know what his dick looks like and he just sent me a picture of it. With the caption.
‘Tomorrow’ winky face.
I stare at it longer than I should—he has a nice looking dick. And most of the time unwanted dick pics are annoying, but this one not so much.
He’s asking for pics of me. I don’t reply, but I’m slowly giving in to what he’s asking for. He wants me again, today. And I really don’t want to say no to him because I know what he can give, and what else do I have to do today. Sweet fuck all that’s what. When another picture comes through, I’m up and getting ready in a dress I can easily pull off when I get to him. No time for speaking or fondling. Grabbing my keys, I message him telling him I’m on my way. He replies straight away with a photograph of him lying in a bed naked. ‘Waiting’ is the caption.
It takes me ten minutes to arrive at his place—he doesn’t live far away—and when I do the nerves kick in and my hands get sweaty. Is this a smart thing to do? I’ve been going over it in my head since last night, and have talked myself out of it on more than one occasion. But I’m a grown ass woman now, so I shouldn’t feel bad about sleeping with him. We’re both consenting adults wanting to have fun. No one is getting hurt, at least that’s what I tell myself as I hold the door handle of my car telling myself to get out.
When my cell starts ringing, I jump and press answer through my car without looking at who it is.
“If I must, I will come out there and get you. Except, I don’t think the neighbors would appreciate a naked man carrying a woman in.” I laugh as I look at his house.
“I was trying to talk myself out of it,” I say honestly.
Echo chuckles then the front door opens. He’s naked and standing there with no shame whatsoever as he watches me. “I don’t care who sees me, but you might if I’m carrying you tearing your clothes off on the front lawn. It’s obvious we don’t get far the minute we touch. So, what will it be,
Red? Do I come out?”
Damn it! He’s right. The minute we touch, I’m so fucked.
“I’m getting out.”
He steps out through the door, and I know if I wait too long he’ll come the rest of the way and grab me. Hanging up as I walk along the path he waits patiently. My eyes try their hardest to look up and roam his perfect body. When my heels hit the last stair to the porch, I force myself to look up at him. He’s hard as a rock, not just his body his cock too as he steps inside holding the door open for me to enter.
“I was prepared to come and get you.”
I smile. My eyes tracking every part of him, unashamed, I can’t help myself. “I see you’re prepared anyway.”
He waves me in, and I step inside not looking around this time. “Always, seems to be the way with you.”
I get high from of his words. They make me feel powerful that this man gets weak from merely the thought of me. I turn as I hear him shut the door. The string that’s wrapped around my dress, holding it together, I pull, so it goes lose then falls to the floor pooling at my feet.
“I was hoping to make it the bedroom this time.” I step closer now completely naked to join him. His hand hovers at my side not touching me as he looks me over, while I wait patiently listening to each heartbeat that pounds hard in my chest for his hand to touch me, screaming it in my head. Both hands grip my waist then in one swift movement he lifts me up, and I wrap myself around him as he starts to move but not to the bedroom. No. He carries me to the kitchen, sitting my ass on the bench before his hands disappear from my body as he walks to the fridge. I wait for him to turn around and when he does he has a bottle of cream in his hands and a broad grin on his face.
“I decided I need dessert,” he says shaking the bottle.
I lay back spreading my legs just a bit. “Did you?” I ask with a soft smile. He makes me feel like a sex vixen. I’ve never felt so empowered and wanted in all my life than when I’m with him.
He squirts some cream onto his hand as he steps back to me then that hand rubs over my belly up to my breasts as he peaks one nipple with his fingers. “You see, I’m a starved man. And I know the only way to cure me is to have you… night and day.”
I laugh at his words and instantly shut up when he squeezes the bottle right over my pussy. Not moving as the cold liquid touches me, it instantly starts melting all over me. When I finally feel it drip between my legs and onto the counter, he watches in fascination before he bends over going straight for the cream, and in one long lick he eats it up as well as me.
“You must be starving…” I say when he lifts and starts licking up my belly and to my breasts where the rest of cream has melted on my body. He licks me clean with his fingers playing at my entrance as I succumb to his will, knowing I shouldn’t push him because he’ll give me what I want. Our desires are matched, and we both know exactly what each other wants.
I want him.
Just as badly as he wants me.
It’s empowering.
“Oh, you have no idea.” As he pulls my ass across the counter to the edge and closer to him his cell starts ringing, and loudly too. He tenses at the ringtone, looks to it then back to me. I smile knowing he won’t walk away as I can feel him at my entrance, I move a mere fraction, and his hand swipes at his cell as it starts ringing again making it drop to the floor. I hear the smash but it doesn’t seem to bother him the way it would me, he just smiles and pulls me so he slides in. My head drops back when our bodies connect, and I feel the creamy stickiness all over me. I’ll need to shower before I leave, I think.
“Snap out of it, Red. Or, I won’t give you what I want.”
I smile at his words as he pulls me flush with him.
“How did you know I wasn’t here?”
He pushes inside me, a small gasp leaves my mouth, but he stills. “You were thinking. This thing between us doesn’t require any thinking.”
“What does it require?” I ask thrusting just a little to make him move. He smiles and my heart stutters—stupid fluttered heart.
“It requires you and me, and a lot of fucking. But definitely no thinking.”
“No thinking,” I say then look down between us. “Are you going to fuck me now? Or do you plan to move your cock into my pussy permanently.”
He starts to move, slow and steady, and my eyes do that thing where they want to shut but I keep them open because I like to watch him.
“I like the idea of being buried in you permanently, don’t you?” he asks as he pulls my hands away from his body and pins them to the counter, covering them with his own as his thrusts increase. His eyes go darker, and I can feel the building, to that one place he likes to take me. The place that makes everything in my world perfect for even if only for just a second.
“No…” I say between heavy breaths. “No, I don’t. Just on occasions. You’re too…” heavy breathing leaves my mouth, “… much.”
Echo smiles at my words like they’re the best thing he’s heard. He lifts his hands away from mine, but my hands are glued to the counter anyway, as his hands grip my hips pushing me back and forth my ass sliding on the bench while I try to lift to meet him thrust to thrust. He grips my hair pulling it free from its tie, then I drop it back looking at the ceiling as his cell starts again. Neither one of us stops. We’re too close to the finish line, to that ultimate place of pleasure I know is about to hit me at any second.
“Red,” he says as he bites my nipple, hard. A small yelp leaves my mouth as I come. He comes right along with me then he pulls my hair back and bites my neck. I want to slap him again to let him know not to mark me, that we aren’t teenagers, but when he thrusts the last few times, I like the feel of him claiming me, marking me, as if I’m special to him.
“Blondie,” I say his face lands between my boobs, and he hovers there taking deep breaths. I touch my neck knowing he’s left a mark, one I will have to deal with on Monday when I go back to work. But right now I want to go home and sleep, and possibly even dream of him.
“Red, just a second longer.” I run my fingers through his hair loving the length and the feel of it.
He’s my perfect ten.
And he’s making this harder.
I freeze up and push him away. He lifts, pulling out of me and smiling as he does then he stops when his cell starts again. Reaching for it, I hear the shrill of a woman, so I grab my things when he turns away. Stepping out of the kitchen, I sneak out by myself.
10
Echo
Storm’s sneaky, I’ll give her that. But I’m glad she didn’t stay. It could have been bad, especially since I smashed up half my kitchen at Selena’s words. The cheek of her. The fucking nerve of her. And him. He wants to rub it in my face even more. I can’t stand them and one day I might get over it, but today isn’t that day. Fuck! It wasn’t when I saw them for the first time together either.
Nine Months Ago…
You’d think he would stop inviting me to shit. Fuck, I have. But every once in a while when he wants to rub something in, he invites me. And like a damn sucker I go. Every. Fucking. Time. He is family, after all.
“Don’t do it! Why would you go?” Falcon asks as I finish up a security check, getting ready to leave to see Mike, my brother.
“I haven’t seen him in six months. I guess I can handle once a year, don’t you think?”
“Fucking never, if you ask me.”
I laugh and realize it’s the first time I’ve laughed in a month since Selena left me. She hasn’t answered my calls and has been completely ignoring me. I haven’t seen her once in that time. Straightening up, I leave and go to his condo. It’s a celebration he said for his promotion at work. He’s a lawyer, and not a bad one either, from what I’ve heard. Fucked if I know or care.
Pulling up out the front of his condo, I notice my parents’ car as I get out. There are a few faces I don’t recognize as they all start to walk inside. A few stop and stare, others do a double take. I push my hair back from m
y face as I make my way up his stairs and into his house. Now is the time to tell you we’re twins, right? That we look almost identical apart from our hair and build—Mike’s haircut is shorter, and he has a smaller physique than me. I take pride in my appearance, inside and out, where Mike only cares for the outside. As long as his mask is firmly on for the world, he’s fine. Only few can see deep enough to tell that we’re completely different people.
“Echo,” my mother’s voice rings happily, but when I spot her, I can tell it’s also fake. She’s putting on an appearance. Most people can’t help but stare. Obviously, he hasn’t told anyone he even has a brother. Well, the feeling is absolutely mutual. “I’m so glad you could make it, but I honestly didn’t think you would.”
I look around trying to spot Mike. I didn’t come to stay long—a simple congrats and appearance are more than he fucking deserves.
“I was invited. Is it so hard to believe I wouldn’t come?”
She looks everywhere but at me. I can tell she’s nervous, my mother’s hardly ever nervous. “You must promise me your best behavior tonight, Echo. This night is important, so don’t do anything stupid.”
Hello, my real mother just showed up. Yep, this is the woman I know. The one who warns me to not be stupid and fuck everyone’s shit up. The one who thinks I can’t possibly be as good as Mike, the prodigal child. I’m used to it though, so I pat her shoulder as she looks up at me.
“Best behavior, Mom, don’t worry. I wouldn’t ruin your perfect son’s night.”
She doesn’t say a word as I walk away looking for Mike. I spot my father talking to someone. Dad’s dressed in a suit. He is also a lawyer, so he’s exactly like Mike in every aspect. Sometimes I see myself in him, only every now and then when he lets his guard down, never around Mother, though. He nods his head at me, a worrisome look adorns his face as he turns his attention elsewhere.