Violet’s hands snake down my lower back, grasping my ass. She squeezes. Tugs. “It feels amazing, amazing. If I spread my legs will it—”
I don’t hear her finish her sentence; all I hear is spread my legs, spread my legs, spread my legs and I’m gone. I feel her spreading those fucking legs apart. Those porcelain, creamy white thighs I’m snuggly positioned between.
My dick pulses. Throbs.
“Did it just get bigger?” Her eyes are wide as saucers.
“Yeah it motherfuckin’ did.” I grind out through clenched teeth, unable to stop the dirty talk. “Do you like that?”
“Yes…” Her mouth forms a tiny O, lips parting. “Yes, I-I love it.”
I grind and grind my pelvis into her, my balls and her pussy pressed together so tight there’s no room for even a finger to slide in.
“I need to fuck you, Pix, I have to…”
I’m begging now, wanting to rail hard, no shame.
None.
“Please, Violet, fuck, please let me fuck you hard.”
“Yes. Yes! Do it Zeke, Zeke, this is driving me crazy.”
I pull out slow.
Thrust in fast.
Pull out slow.
Lips clamped shut, the anticipation and steady build are far more intoxicating than the quick, fast fucks I’m used to giving to nameless, faceless co-eds.
She’s so blessedly tight. I’m not a religious man, but Jesus, she’s so tight I throw up a prayer thanking my maker; I could die inside her and be in heaven.
The telltale sign of my balls tightening has me tensing up.
Oh shit, I’m going to come.
Shit, fuck, shit.
It’s only been five fucking minutes, tops.
“Oh Christ,” I curse. “Shit.”
“Wha…?” Violet is dazed, still holding on while I jerk my load inside the condom. “What was that?”
Oh my god.
My sweaty forehead hits the pillow over her shoulder. “My orgasm,” I mumble into the mattress.
“You came?”
I grunt.
“Already?”
Seriously, does she have to say it out loud? It’s emasculating.
“Yes.”
I don’t wait around to make small talk.
Pulling out of her, I climb off, throw back the covers to hit the john, and toss the condom. Wash my hands.
Return to the bedroom and slide into bed, pulling the black sheets over us. Rest my arms behind my head while Violet watches me, uncertainly, from her side of the bed.
“Come here,” I tell her, dragging her flush into my body so she can lean into me, resting her head on my shoulder. Reaching over, I stroke the silky strands of her blonde hair, letting the locks fall through my fingers.
Tentatively, she lays a hand on my chest, fingering the dark hair between my pecs, face tipped toward mine.
I kiss her nose.
“Are you sore?”
She wiggles her legs beneath the blankets, rubbing her knees together. “I don’t think so? Maybe.”
“I heard sometimes when it’s rough, it burns when you pee afterward.”
Why the hell did I just say that? Since when do I blurt out random shit? My body needs to do me a favor and chill itself the fuck out now that it dumped its load in under five minutes.
Vi doesn’t reply, only traces my right nipple with the tip of her index finger, round and round, in small circles. I know she’s not doing it to be suggestive, so I take a few deep breaths, body beginning a slow buzz. Every little touch a spark to ignite me.
I fiddle with the single bracelet circling her wrist—the sunflower charm catching the light from my desk lamp.
She clears her throat delicately. “So, do you normally…you know…so fast?”
I grimace. “If you’re asking if I normally come so soon, the answer is no.”
She hums, finger moving from my pec to my clavicle, slowly dragging it along my skin.
“Did it hurt?” I find myself asking.
“A little, but it felt good, too. Real good.” Her pretty face buries itself in my armpit, embarrassed. “It’s been a while.”
“How long?”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on, girls always know shit like this. You probably know down to the day.”
“All right, fine. It’s been fourteen months, ish.”
“Fourteen months? That’s over a year.”
Wow. That sounded smart.
I plant a wet kiss on her parted lips, slipping my tongue inside, wanting to devour every inch of her.
“Is that a goodbye kiss? Is this the part of the program where you ask me to leave? Is that what usually happens with you? You kick people out after you’ve slept with them?”
She fires off a litany of questions, the answer to each one of them yes.
I try to make light of a conversation I don’t want to have. “Yeah. It’s what I would normally do.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
I’m quiet then, because the actual truth is, while I was in the bathroom before, I considered how this would end for us if I kicked her out.
Thought about it while I was tossing the condom in the trash. Thought about how I could use a good night’s sleep, alone in my own bed—considered it in the least douchey way possible.
But then I’d taken a long look at myself in the mirror, a good hard look at my reflection. The gray, lifeless eyes that normally stared back at me weren’t lifeless at all; they were sparkling, which is the best goddamn way I can describe it without sounding cheesy.
And there was a fucking smile on my face. An actual smile, with teeth and everything—and that has to count for something, right?
So, like a good little boy scout, I pulled back the quilt and slipped back into bed beside her. Pulled her body close and thanked fuck she was still naked so I could fondle her tits without having to do it under her shirt.
“No, don’t leave. I want you to stay.”
Something—or someone—wakes me in the dead of the night.
A warm slumbering body pressed into my back. A willowy arm thrown across my waist, resting on my hip. A nose buried in the crux of my neck.
I scoot, giving myself room, then roll to my back.
Roll to face her.
Violet stirs, arm falling to the mattress.
The moon is bright outside my window, casting enough light into the room that I can study her sleeping form. She’s so serene. Stroking the flat of my palm down the smooth skin of her shoulder, I skim it down her bicep.
Catch a satin blonde lock of hair between my fingertips, rubbing it, the silk fanning out on my pillow. No shame, I lean in, obsessed with the smell of her. Clean. Sweet.
Unassumingly sexy.
I scoot closer, head on my pillow, watching her doze.
Learn the contours of her face in the bright moonlight. The curve of her cheekbones and the bow of her lips.
Slowly, her eyes flutter open.
We regard each other, her lids heavy, eyes searching my face.
Wordlessly, the tips of her fingers extend to trace my heavy brow, down the bridge of my busted up nose. Trail along my cheekbone, thumb smoothing over my crow’s feet.
I kiss the tip of her finger when it glides over my lips.
“I’ve always thought your eyes were incredible.” Her husky voice is quiet, whispering, heavy with sleep. Has my black heart skipping a beat. Heat rises in my chest as she lavishes attention on me in the dark. “They’re the best part of you.”
“No. They’re not,” I whisper back, her fingers still bestowing tingles on my skin.
“They’re not?”
“No.” Not even close. “The best part of me is you, Violet.”
Violet stills, her hand dropping to my chest. My pecs. Covering my heart, leaving tremors in its wake. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Then you’ve been hanging around a bunch of fucking idiots.”
My dick twitches, jerking to life when she edges near—so near, her bare, naked skin presses against mine. Hand presses my shoulder blade forcefully, easing me onto the mattress until I’m flat on my back.
She lifts one leg, straddling me.
“Say something dirty.” Her mouth finds mine. “Real dirty.”
Oh Jesus Christ.
I grasp her lean hips, running my large hands along her thighs, the raging hard-on between my legs fucking with my head. “I don’t know what to say.”
“That’s it? That’s the best you’ve got?”
“No, but…” I inhale a sharp breath when her ass crack rubs my cock. “I don’t want to be a pig.”
Violet leans down, leaning in, her long hair dusting my chest. Tickling. Teasing. Her tongue flicks my earlobe.
“But I like it.”
Her pussy is so close to my cock. So close. All I have to do is lift her, move her two inches to bury myself inside her.
I groan.
“T-Tell me what you want to do to me,” she whispers in the shell of my ear. “I love your body, Zeke. I love how it feels naked, how big and strong. Your…”
“Giant cock?” I supply.
“Yes.” She reaches behind her to latch on, giving it a few tugs. “It’s so soft.”
“I want you to fucking ride it. Climb on and fuck me, Violet.”
She braces her arms on the headboard, placing her palms on the wall behind the bed. Lifts her rear and hovers above my thick boner.
My leg practically spasms from the anticipation as I brace her hips in my hands to steady her. Hold my fucking breath like an amateur when she sinks herself down, tilting her hips so it glides in almost effortlessly.
“Motherfucker that feels good…oh god, fuck.” I utter out a string of curses when she slowly gyrates her hips, using the headboard as an anchor.