After All

She pulls herself forward so that she’s in the middle of the couch and I climb behind her, my thighs on either side of hers, tanned skin against pale, straddling her just below her ass.

And what an ass. I can’t help myself, I quickly lean over and sink my teeth into her perfect skin.

She lets out a yelp.

“Sorry,” I tell her, my finger trailing down the middle of it. It’s so soft and plump that I instinctively give it a smack with my palm.

She yelps again, though this time it’s choked and wanting.

I wait a moment, watching for her reaction. Her ass rises a little higher, wanting more, teasing me, daring me.

I smack it again, hard–crack–the sound filling the room. My handprint blooms on her pale skin like a cherry blossom.

“You like that too?” I murmur and the moment she nods, I spank her again, this time getting both cheeks.

“And this?” I ask, bringing my finger back to her crack and trailing it down until it settles deep into her pussy. She’s slippery, warm, completely intoxicating. The sounds coming out of her mouth are growing deeper, more primal and raw, causing my skin to feel tight and hot, the blood to pound wildly in my head.

Fucking hell. This woman feels so good, my cock is jealous of my finger. But as much as I want to be inside her, I could literally spend hours just exploring every single crevice of her plush body, finding what she likes, what she wants. I don’t think I could ever get enough of her, ever get my fill.

These are dangerous thoughts, especially when we probably shouldn’t be having sex in the first place. But fuck, does this ever feel right. Just me straddling her, the tip of my cock rutting against her ass, her skin still red from my hands–it’s the tip of the iceberg.

She wiggles her hips, trying to push my finger in deeper, crazy for more.

“Don’t be so greedy,” I admonish her but it’s futile. I grab my cock at the base and steadily push it in between her legs, into her as deep as I can go.

I groan as she envelops me, a tight velvet fist. The fact that her legs are close together means I have the added friction from her thighs.

Fuck. I’m not sure how long I’m going to last.

Everything is hot and electric. My heart pounds inside my chest.

This woman, this woman…

She grips me from the inside out and I push in further, my breath shuddering.

I press my hand down on her shoulder for leverage, slowly pulling myself out, then back in, trying to find the rhythm without crushing her. My thighs are doing most of the work, shaking slightly, the muscles popping as I move faster and faster, my cock disappearing entirely inside her, the base shiny from her desire.

My hips circle and I shorten my thrusts so I don’t slip out. She’s wet down to the middle of her thighs and I want to stay inside her deep like this, tightly packed. It’s such a fucking squeeze that a sweat is breaking out at my temples, my muscles wound too tight.

Alyssa is moaning something deep and desperate which only makes me more desperate in return.

“Do you want to come, sunshine?” I whisper hoarsely. “Will you come on my cock? Make my cock so fucking wet.”

She’s groaning, whimpering.

“I’m going to make you come,” I say. Breathless. Rough. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard you won’t be able to move for days.”

I move one hand down to her waist and grip her while the other reaches under her until I reach her clit. It’s soaked and my finger slides over it with ease.

That’s all it takes.

Her body tenses and then starts to quake beneath me. She pulses around my cock, her clit throbbing under my finger. A sharp cry leaves her lips, then fades off into breathless little moans.

I come immediately after. There’s a rush along my spine until something at the base of me explodes. I grunt like an animal, thrusting deeper and deeper, the couch shaking while the cum shoots hard into the condom.

I exhale loudly, my breath elsewhere, my heart thudding to a marching beat inside my head. I lean back on my thighs, absently run my hands over her ass while I remember how to breathe. Then, when it doesn’t feel like I’m having a heart attack, when the sweat stops rolling off my brow, I gently pull out.

Leaning forward, I put my lips to her ear. “Did you like that, sunshine?”

She turns her head, her eyes closed and makes a noise that I think means yes.

I brush the hair off her face and kiss her cheek. Then place tiny, soft kisses on her neck, shoulder, down her spine, until I finally get off of her.

After I dispose of the condom, I toss her leggings and tank top onto the couch and then put my briefs back on.

“I don’t know about you,” I say as I pull on my shirt. “But that was a hell of a lot better cardio than the running was.”

She gives me a sheepish look as she gets to her feet, totally naked, totally beautiful.

“What?” I ask.

She nods at the couch before she starts getting dressed. “The iodine. Your couch.”

I look over. It’s no longer pristine white. The iodine from her scratches has left stains.

I shrug. “Worth it.”

“I bet,” she says with a smirk and I’m almost bereft when she’s fully clothed again. I could have stared at her body for hours. “I have a feeling your house is so white and clean because you like the taboo of dirtying it up.”

“Only with you, my prickly one,” I tell her.

She glares at me, sticking out her tongue.

“Careful,” I warn her. “You go around showing off your tongue like that, I may have to put it to a better use.”

She shakes her head. “Don’t tell me you can go again.”

“I can do a lot of things. I think with you, sunshine, I might just be able to go for days.”

“Well don’t get any wrong ideas,” she says, her mouth turning down. “That wasn’t really supposed to happen.”

“What? The me fucking you senseless on my couch or you getting attacked by a three-legged raccoon?”

“Both.”

I fold my arms across my chest and grin at her. “Hey, I can’t promise neither of those things won’t happen again. You might have just as bad luck with me as you do with animals.”

She watches me for a moment, trying to suss me out. I’m not sure what kind of conclusion she comes to though because she just brushes her hair off her face, her cheeks still pink and flushed, and gives me a small smile. “I guess you should probably take me home. It’s been a day.”

I probably shouldn’t feel all that disappointed, especially after what just happened. I mean, I’m used to loving them and leaving them and if this is what Alyssa is doing, I need to just take it in stride. I’m no better.

And yet I find myself wishing there was something I could do to entice her to stay. Funnily enough, there is. I almost open my mouth and tell her she’s contractually obligated to have dinner with me.

But I can’t do that. No matter what our arrangement is, in the end, I want to do what she wants, what makes her happy. If she wants to go home, I’m taking her home.

It isn’t until after I drop her off that I realize that our fake little relationship is starting to feel more real than it probably should.





Chapter 11





Alyssa