S is for SEX

  It was coming.

  I sank my teeth into my bottom lip and continued the torturous task of watching him take ownership of my pussy. Even though I repeatedly reminded myself we were no more than friends, I couldn’t help but struggle with the fact that I had never been satisfied by a man’s cock as much as I was by Luke’s.

  And I was certain I never would be.

  I felt my pussy clench against his throbbing shaft, providing its own thank you for being here moment, but the precursor to my climactic exit did little to slow his pace. Contrary to his demands, I closed my eyes and moaned as I reached a level of climax I had never before encountered.

  His pace slowed slightly, his cock swelled, and as I gasped for another gulp of air, he erupted inside of me.

  Thank God.

  My work was done. Not only had I satisfied him to the point of orgasm, but I had done so without turning into a mindless babbling ball of flesh as he suggested I would. Filled with pride, I blinked and wrapped my arms around him.

  As he released my legs, I gazed around the room. Quickly, I became confused. We had been fucking on the floor of the living room, and the last I knew, we were at the end of the couch. Now fifteen feet closer to my favorite ottoman, I realized there was only one way we could have traveled so far.

  Luke had forcefully fucked me across the entire living room floor.

  He collapsed onto me, his bare chest pressing against mine. I closed my eyes and listened as his breathing changed from an irregular pattern to a more predictable even pace. Satisfied that I held up to my end of the sexual bargain, I decided remaining mute about the subject wasn’t exactly my style.

  I had gone the distance with the sexual deviant and I needed to claim my successes.

  “I’m afraid the back of my ass might be covered in a few rug burns, but I’m not a babbling pile of flesh, Mister,” I said in a sarcastic tone.

  He rolled off of me and turned to his side. The corners of his mouth curled into an unapologetic shitty little smile. “Not yet.”

  “What does that mean?” I snapped back, still beaming with pride from my accomplishments.

  “It means what I said. Not yet, Liv. You will. I was just seeing if we fit each other.”

  “And?”

  He locked eyes with me. “I’d say we’re good to go.”

  “Did you have your doubts?”

  “Not really,” he responded.

  Fuck yes.

  “Me neither,” I said.

  I rolled to my side, cupped my hand between my legs, and stood. The pain in my shoulders and the top of my butt were all the reminder I needed that I would be covered in rug burns.

  As I waddled to the bathroom, I was further reminded of just how big Luke’s cock really was.

  And I couldn’t help but wonder what his not yet remark would bring with it when the time came.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  LIV

  “That just seems weird,” I said.

  “I told you it was going to get weird quick,” he said.

  “And I have to stay on the phone the entire time, no matter what?”

  “That’s right.”

  “I mean, I can do it, but it just…” I paused and studied him, wondering if he was just fucking with me.

  He stared back at me stone-faced. Apparently, he wasn’t joking.

  “Fine,” I said as if the challenge was no big deal. “I’ll get my phone.”

  Luke said he wanted to fuck me, but the entire time we were having sex, I had to be on the phone with one of my friends. He further explained if the conversation ended, he would stop fucking me. He had warned me the sex was going to get weird quick, and he was right. But, as crazy as it sounded at first, as I walked toward my purse I got wet just thinking about it. By the time I got back to where he was standing, I was soaked.

  I quickly decided being shoved full of Luke’s cock while talking to my friend on the phone was much better than getting no dick at all.

  “Okay, here’s what I was thinking. I’m going to text some people, see who has time to talk, and then I’ll make the call. How’s that sound?”

  He shrugged. “Sounds reasonable.”

  “I think it sounds genius,” I said.

  He reached down and tapped his index finger against the very prominent outline the head of his dick was making against the leg of his shorts. “Well, get to it. Thinking about it is making my cock stiff.”

  I fumbled with my phone and sent out four text messages to girls I hadn’t talked to in what seemed like forever. After a few returned texts, Chloe agreed to talk. I couldn’t have asked for a better person to talk to, because if push came to shove and she found out what was happening, I knew she might understand.

  Chloe was a slut.

  “Okay, I’ve got someone,” I said excitedly.

  “Call her and put it on speaker,” he said.

  “On speaker?”

  “Do you really think you’re going to be able to hold the phone against your ear the entire time?”

  “Good point.”

  I stared down at my phone and inhaled a shallow breath. As long as Luke and I had been friends, I had no idea he was such a sexual weirdo. Now that I knew, I was afraid I still didn’t know, and wondered as time passed just how weird things might get. He said he was going to ease into the kinky stuff, and my imagination began to run wild with things he may require of me in the future.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  He wagged his finger in the air. “Better get undressed first.”

  I bobbed my head side to side mockingly, causing him to grin. After getting fully undressed and wondering why he hadn’t done the same, he pointed to my phone.

  “Put it on the counter for now,” he said.

  For now?

  “Okay,” I said.

  I turned toward the kitchen counter, set my phone down, and pressed the button to call her. After a few rings, she answered. Partially just to be a smart-ass, but also to let him know I was ready for whatever he thought he needed to do, I bent at my waist, rested my elbows on either side of the phone, and hiked my ass in the air as high as I could.

  “What’s up?”

  It was apparent in my excitement to get started I had called her before I was really prepared to talk. After mentally fumbling with a topic of conversation for a few seconds, I just blurted something out.

  “Are you and Mark still dating?” I asked.

  “No, I haven’t seen him in, I don’t know, like a year. Seriously? Has it been that long since we talked?”

  “I guess.”

  “So what’s been going on?”

  “Well, I tried the dating online thing, and it was awful.”

  I felt the tip of Luke’s cock against my inner thigh. I glanced over my shoulder. Standing behind me, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor beside his shorts. I did my best to mentally prepare for…

  Oh Jesus.

  I grunted as Luke shoved me full of dick.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah,” I said in a muffled groan. “I just bumped into the counter.”

  He began to slowly fuck me from behind, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle while talking on the phone.

  “Ouch. I hate it when that happens. Well, yeah. Like on what? Match dot com or whatever?”

  He increased his pace slightly. I pressed my forearms into the counter and sighed. As I exhaled, he shoved himself balls deep into me and held it. The tip of his dick bottomed out and I lunged forward, exhaling again, but this time slightly heavier than before.

  “Hello?”

  Lost in the feeling of having Luke fuck me again, I had completely forgotten what was going on.

  Oh fuck.

  “Yeah, sorry. I was thinking. Uhhm. Tinder. I was on Tinder for a while.”

  I sighed lightly at the sheer joy of having his cock inside of me.

  “Sarah had really bad luck on there. All she got was a bunch of creeps.”

  He bega
n to powerfuck me, pounding himself as deep as he could and pressing my hips into the edge of the countertop with each thrust of his hips.

  “Me…too…” I grunted.

  The sound of his hips slapping against my ass echoed throughout the kitchen.

  “Am I on speaker?”

  “Yeah,” I breathed. “Cooking. Hands. Are covered. In stuff.”

  He continued to pound away, his balls banging against my clit with each powerful stroke. The sheer size of his thick shaft stretched my pussy to a new limit, and as painful as it was at first, it was a pain I was now enjoying. I closed my eyes and bit into the inside of my lower lip. Whoever said size doesn’t matter had never been fucked by a cock the size of Luke’s.

  Size was everything.

  Size was the difference between simply getting off and having a mind-blowing orgasm.

  Now that I had been filled with Luke’s cock and experienced a life altering degree of climax, I realized I was ruined for anyone in the future who had an average-sized dick. If Luke ever stopped fucking me, any future prospects would have to show me the size of their package before I would even agree to let them buy me a drink.

  “What’s all that noise?”

  “There’s. A lot. Going. On right. Now.”

  “I can call you back if you’re busy.”

  “No!” I bellowed.

  If she hung up, it was all going to end. I calmed myself, inhaled a shallow breath, and continued. “No, I just…”

  His pace slowed considerably.

  “Sorry, I just had a bad experience on Tinder and I wanted to tell you about it,” I managed to say.

  He continued to fuck me ever-so-slowly.

  “Oh my God. What happened?”

  He pulled out completely. I glanced over my shoulder. He grinned and sauntered around the end of the counter, his stiff cock bouncing up and down with each step. I followed him with narrow eyes, slightly intrigued by what he might be planning. After walking to the opposite edge of the counter, he hopped onto it, got on his knees, and began to inch toward my face.

  No. I can’t.

  There’s no way.

  With his cock now twitching in front of my face, he opened his mouth wide, pointed to it, and then motioned toward my face.

  I grinned at the thought of what we were doing, shook my head, and opened my mouth.

  He guided the head of his cock past my lips, into my throat, and increased pressure until my gag reflex kicked in. I coughed and gagged against the massive shaft until I was on the verge of passing out, and only then did he pull it from my mouth.

  “Hello? Are you okay?”

  “Yeah,” I coughed. “I choked on my coffee.”

  “Oh, so what happened on Tinder? Sarah’s stories were just creepy.”

  With tears rolling down my cheeks, I stared down at the phone.

  Huh?

  I glanced at his saliva covered cock. I would have never guessed it, but I was so turned on my pussy ached. In a brief moment of clarity, I said what I felt might buy me a few minutes of time.

  “Tell me what happened to Sarah while I’m stirring this, then I’ll tell you my story.”

  I met his gaze and grinned as I opened my mouth again.

  “Okay. So she met this guy, and he was like perfect. He was an architect or something and they started seeing each other, and then they started, you know, having sex. And she was like I think we might even get married or whatever…”

  Luke inched his way closer until his cock was pressing against my cheek. I shifted my gaze to the phone. Four minutes and twenty-eight seconds had passed, but it seemed like it had been an hour.

  Thwack!

  He slapped my face with his cock. I stared back at him, shocked and turned on at the same time.

  What the fuck?

  He pointed to his mouth.

  I opened wide.

  He narrowed his eyes and glared as he shoved his cock deep into my throat. My gagging did little to convince him to give me any relief. As the tears ran down my cheeks, he continued to grudge fuck my face.

  “…and I was like whatever, bitch, you met his skanky ass on Tinder. But she said he was like this perfect specimen of man. Anyway. So the guy was taking her to the beach, and out to eat and stuff, and they were like going out all the time…”

  With my head directly over the phone and Luke’s knees straddling it, he continued to fuck my throat not much differently than he fucked my pussy. I never had anyone fuck my face before, and although I would have guessed it was something I wouldn’t have enjoyed, something about it was a huge turn-on.

  Wide-eyed and with a fire burning between my legs, I glanced up at his muscular chest and down along the rippled muscles of his abdomen. The head of his cock banged against the back of my throat as I hoped Chloe would just keep talking long enough for Luke to finish.

  “…so it ends up, this guy is married. And I was like, no shit, bitch. They’re all married.”

  As much as my mind was enjoying the face fucking, my throat continued to reject it. Luke, however, pounded away as Chloe’s unrelenting blabbing belched out of the phone’s speaker.

  “Hello?”

  “What’s that noise?”

  After a few more strokes, he pulled himself from my mouth. I gasped for air and gazed down at the phone. The screen was covered in saliva.

  Oh fuck that’s hot.

  “I…uhhm…I had,” I said, trying to catch my breath between words. “I had the same…the uhhm…”

  I wiped my mouth and inhaled a choppy breath. “I had the same problem.”

  Thwack!

  He slapped me with his cock again.

  “Is this a bad time? I mean it sounds like you’ve got a lot going on.”

  I caught my breath, glared at Luke for a moment, and lowered my head toward the phone. “No, I just. No, I’m sorry, I just really wanted to tell you this.”

  “Okay.”

  “Sarah’s thing? Basically, it happened to me.”

  Thwack!

  I glared at him.

  You fucker.

  I wiped the saliva from my cheek.

  He grinned, brushed the hair out of his face, and climbed down from the countertop.

  Thank God.

  I realized my best option was to talk fast, tell my story, and get her going on another subject before he started whatever he was going to do.

  “So, I met like fifty guys, and they were all dicks. And then I met this guy, just like Sarah, and he was perfect, but the prick was married, and I just lost it. I came home, got drunk, and swore to never use that fucking app again,” I blurted.

  “That’s it?” She laughed. “That’s your story?”

  “Well, yeah. But…” I thought about what to say, and quickly decided to just make something up. “So there was this one guy who wanted me to do this threesome with his roommate, and I was like, are you…”

  Luke slowly pushed himself deep inside of me. Not only was it immediately apparent I was ready for him, but my pussy was completely soaked. I opened my mouth wide and exhaled against the screen of the phone as I absorbed the feeling of him filling me with his cock.

  Talking on the phone while I was being fucked would have never even entered my mind as an option for sex, but now that I was in the middle of doing it I decided it was the hottest shit I had ever been a part of.

  “Hello…”

  Oh shit. Come on Liv, you’re going to lose her.

  “I was like…are you…fucking serious? I didn’t know if I was going to get out…of his house alive,” I lied. “What was the craziest thing that ever…happened…to…Sarah?”

  He pulled half-way out and then shoved himself into me without warning. I coughed out a gasp and all but collapsed chest-first onto the counter. I glanced over my shoulder and gave him a what the fuck stare.

  “I don’t know. I mean, she was dating guys off there for a while. She finally met someone, but not on there.”

  He slapped his hand against my ass and
began to fuck me steadily. With each second or third stroke his hand came down against my butt cheek again.

  Oh fuck yes. I like that.

  I turned, peered over my shoulder, and grinned.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Cooking,” I breathed.

  She didn’t respond.

  Come on, bitch. Tell me something.

  For what was probably no more than fifteen or twenty seconds, I let Luke fuck me and slap my ass. My otherwise mundane sex life was at an all-time high, and I was enjoying it. Lost in the sexual act, and completely oblivious to the fact I was going to be deprived of his dick if she hung up, a beep from my low battery warning reminded me of my commitment.

  “Uhhm. So, if you’re not seeing Mark, who are you seeing?” I rattled the sentence out without so much as taking a breath.

  Say something, Chloe. If you ruin this for me, I’ll to hate you forever.

  The few seconds of phone silence that followed were far from silent on my end.

  “This guy. His name is Kavin. With an ‘A’. He’s kind of a dick, but in a good way. He’s really possessive, and kind of controlling, and whatever, but the sex is good.”

  He began to powerfuck me again without any warning. Whether or not he was withholding cock from me earlier I didn’t know, but this time was much different. Each in stroke took the breath from me completely, and a muffled humph burst from my lungs.

  About three or four strokes into it, and my eyes fell closed.

  I was going to explode.

  Fuck yes, keep fucking me just like that.

  Just. Like. That.

  As I became engrossed in the sheer joy of Luke fucking me senseless, Chloe’s voice caused me to realize it would end and end quickly if I didn’t continue to focus not only on being fucked, but on talking to her.

  “Hey, Liv, let me call you back, okay?”

  I opened my eyes and stared down at my saliva-covered phone.

  “Nooooooo!” I groaned.

  “Yeah, I really need to go, and you’re busy…”

  My mind had long since surpassed the confused state, I had been fucked to the point I was delirious. I needed Luke to keep doing exactly what he was doing, and although I sure as fuck didn’t need to be talking to Chloe, I realized if I didn’t keep her on the phone he would stop. I couldn’t think properly, couldn’t reason with myself, and damned sure couldn’t speak legibly. I needed to focus on what was happening and what I was feeling.