Holy shit, it feels so good to be home. Today’s been one hell of a long ass day. I worked fourteen hours straight. My leg is so sore, and my body just needs to relax. Plus working out with Nash always exhausts me.
Sitting on the couch with a beer in one hand and a bottle of tequila in front of me, I flip on the TV, just as my phone beeps. I glance down at it, and it’s Andrea…again.
She’s been blowing me up tonight. Apparently the douchebag is at some sort of video game convention. Who even knew they still had shit like that? As much as I’d love to bang her, I’m fucking spent, besides being too drunk to drive. Plus, she already met me at the gym and blew me in my car today, so I can wait another day.
Opening the bottle of tequila, I knock back another shot, then text her back, Sorry, babe, I’m drunk off my ass. Raincheck?
I’ll come pick you up, she texts me right away.
Fuck! I lean my head back and flip on ESPN, looking for some good sports news that will take my mind off of her. Glancing down, my cock is hard. For real? A fucking text is going to get you going? The sports reporters are talking basketball, blah blah blah. Then a highlight from a game comes on and right away, I see Arion sitting courtside. Dammit. I go to change the TV, but I can’t, I just keep watching as they show Bain dunk the ball and her jumping up cheering him on. She’s still pregnant and as gorgeous as ever. Then he winks at her, jogging down the court and I feel sick. Why can I never turn away?
Angrily, I click the TV off and snatch my phone, texting my address to Andrea. I take another swig of tequila to numb the pain.
Want me to pick you up? she texts me back.
I snap a picture of my dick and send it to her. No, I’m alone. I’ll fuck you here.
It’s not but ten minutes ’til there is a knock on my door. I take another shot and walk over ushering her in. I look outside to make sure no one saw. With her crazy ass boyfriend, who knows what he’s really doing? The street is quiet, and there are no unfamiliar cars.
“Hi, gorgeous,” I tell her, closing the door. My head is spinning, but I know what I want. She walks away from me to set her purse down and I see Arion, like always. I wait for her to come back to me. Closing my eyes the second our bodies touch, my mind is consumed with Arion.
“Jesus, I missed you,” she says crashing her lips against mine. I growl in response slamming her body against the wall. Her fingers find my pants before I can do anything else, and just like that, she has me in her hands stroking my shaft with the same eagerness Arion used to. I keep my eyes closed, imagining I am with Arion again.
The biggest resemblance between these two might just be the way they suck a dick, and boy, does Andrea love to suck me off. She drops to her knees pulling my pants down. As she kneels, I brush the hair gently out of her face. Her lips mold around the head of my cock and I thrust myself into her, making everything I was thinking about wash away. Yeah, I might not be with her for the right reasons, but she is using me just as much as I am using her.
My earlier exhaustion is now replaced with an eagerness for her, to please her and in return find the same pleasure myself. But before any of that can happen, I stay in this moment, where I am right now. My body feels heady, my need to come so strong that I want to give in, wanting to show her how good of a girl she is and to also relish in one of the world’s greatest gifts.
Since returning home and losing Arion, I’ve moved on the best that I can – if it can even be called that – and in doing so, I’ve become obsessed with sex and everything it entails. Maybe it’s because I went so long without it, maybe it’s because I’m older now and am no longer ashamed to give into what my body desires, or maybe it’s my way of avoiding the risk of real emotions, not wanting to get hurt again the way Arion crushed me. But whatever it is, if given the opportunity to come all day, I would.
Fuck, she’s good. All of a sudden, my body quavers as I brace my weight against the wall, tilting my head back. She stops sucking for a second and jerks my cock vigorously. “Come for me, Nate. Give it to me,” she orders, and right away, I let go. She places her lips around my head and sucks up every last drop of what I give her. I can’t control my noises – never can. But, it’s one of the things that gets her wet. Andrea is very vocal herself, and it’s such a turn on. I also love that she tells me what she wants.
Looking down at her, I get a flashback of Arion. This happens so often when I’m with Andrea, and I have to admit it’s what keeps me coming back. I still need those glimpses into the life I had with her. As much as I miss the times we had together. She’s moved on and I need to as well, beyond just looking for the Arion experience with other girls. The problem is…I can’t. This is all that I can handle right now – sex. And…Andrea gives me that. I’m not looking for the strings of a relationship, not with my past or my problems.
She pulls away and I help her stand, then draw my pants up. “Do you want a beer?” I ask her.