Sweeter Than Fiction

Chapter Two

Don

“Oooh, yeah. You like that, baby?”

My date for the evening slowly slides up and down on my cock. Shar’s a model and sexy as sin, but us fucking is the only common ground we’ve found all evening. And even now, it’s nothing profound.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying myself. But I almost feel like she’s trying too hard.

I pride myself on knowing how to please a woman. I love making her come while she moans and writhes beneath me. When Shar said she wanted to ride me, of course, I went with it. I aim to please.

Now that she’s doing it, though, it’s like she thinks she’s starring in a porno.

A bad one.

I love a dirty-talking woman, but it’s pretty obvious that she’s doing it mainly for show.

She’s doing it because she thinks it’s what I like. While I don’t hate it, it’s not my favorite thing either. I’d rather have a woman act naturally and not just do what she assumes I want. I look up at her as she throws her long mane of silky black hair and she starts to moan louder.

Shar is the latest in a string of meaningless hookups. Ever since I came to New York a couple of years ago, it seems like that’s about all I’ve had. After learning long-distance relationships don’t work, I tried actually dating a little. But it never went any further than dinner and a few crazy nights in the sack. After a while, it was just easier to jump straight to the sex.

Less expectations that way.

Shar moves from moaning to full-on screaming.

If I’m being honest, the first time she does it startles me a little. If I wasn’t balls-deep inside her right now, my dick probably would have gone soft.

If she’s going to be so extra, I may as well give her something to really scream about. Holding onto her, I flip her over so that she’s underneath me. Angling her long legs on my shoulders, I start pounding into her—rough and fast.

My eyes travel to the restraints on my bed posts. I consider using them to tie her up, but I’m really not in the mood.

I could just fuck her quick and dirty and be done with it. But I’m not nearly that selfish. If she’s not getting off too, what the hell is the point?

Reaching between us, I use my thumb to rub her clit until she’s coming beneath me. This time, her moans are much more genuine. She doesn’t put on an act. Some may question if she’s faking it, but any man who can’t tell faking from the real thing is an idiot.

Once she comes, I follow her over the edge, filling the condom.

After we finish, I don’t hurry her out the door, but she doesn’t hang around either.

Thank God.

I’m ready to be alone.

When I walk her to the door, she leans up to give me a soft kiss. “Call me if you ever want to have some more fun.”

Yeah, probably not going to happen.

I give a small smile in return, and then, she’s gone.

I walk back into my apartment, collapse on the couch, and enjoy the quiet for a moment.

What the hell am I doing?

Back in Nebraska, I had a serious girlfriend. Someone I was sure I’d spend the rest of my life with. Then, I got an amazing offer to head up a huge construction project in New York City. Taking the job meant we would have enough money to make all our dreams come true. The plan was for her to eventually join me out here.

She altered the plan, though, opting instead to cheat on me with my best friend.

When I was ready to start dating again, I quickly learned that finding a real connection with anyone in this big city was easier said than done.

Hooking up, though? That’s a lot easier.

The trouble is that most of the women I bring home I have nothing in common with. We can barely even carry on a conversation without it turning awkward.

Getting naked and not talking always seems like a better option. But I have to admit that my life here is getting lonely. Well, it’s always been lonely, but now, the sex isn’t doing as much to even it out.

Listen to me—I’ve finally gotten to a point where I have some decent money in the bank and a ton of no-strings-attached pussy. And I’m still complaining.

I just wish I had someone to spend time with. Someone who doesn’t just see dollar signs or some decent dick. A woman who actually gives a fuck about what I have to say.

A minute ago, I was happy about the quiet, and now, I’m right back to hating it. Kicking up my feet on the coffee table and pulling out my phone, I start a video call with my sister.

After two rings, a face appears on the screen. But instead of my sister, it’s my adorable niece, Kaylee. She’s almost four and is my favorite human being on the planet.

“Uncle D!”

“There’s my girl! What are you doing?”

“Watching Bluey.”

“Where’s Mommy?”

She just shrugs her shoulders before starting to ramble on about a game she’s playing on her tablet. When Jill had Kaylee, I’d spend as much time as I could hanging out with her. It about killed me when I moved away. Now, I have to settle for video calls and spoiling her from afar.

I hang onto every word she says even though when she gets to talking fast, I only pick up on about half of them.

Life is so much easier when you’re a toddler watching Bluey and eating snacks. I wish I was there doing it with her.

Finally, I hear Jill’s voice. “Kaylee Sue, what did I tell you about taking my phone without telling me? I’ve been looking for it for an hour.”

The screen shakes as Kaylee holds up the phone. “Uncle D.”

“Why didn’t you come get me?”

Kaylee responds with, “He called to talk to me.”

Jill takes the phone and tells her daughter to head upstairs to get her PJs on. “Your dad’s waiting for you,” she says before turning her attention toward me. “Sorry. I had no idea she had my phone.”

“It’s alright. I called to talk to her anyway,” I tease.

“Haha. What are you up to? No hot date tonight?”

“Eh, I did. But it’s over already.”

“Damn. That bad, huh? Or were you just a Two-Pump Chuck?”

Gasping, I reply, “Uhm, I’m offended. That part was fine, but it was the only part that was fine.”

“Aw, I’m sorry. You’ll meet Mrs. Right someday.”

“At this point, I’d settle for someone who I could have a decent conversation with for more than five minutes.”

“Well…” she stops in the middle of her thought. “Maybe you need to change the way you’re doing things.”

Running a hand over my face, I press, “Oh, here we go. Alright, let me have it.”

“You’re too focused on all the dating apps and the bullshit. I know for a while, you were fine with just hookups. And that’s alright. But now that you want something more serious, you’re doing the exact same thing. Same strategy as the hookups.”

When she sees the confused look on my face, she continues, “Maybe it’s time you start thinking with your heart rather than what’s swinging between your legs.”

“Easier said than done,” I interject.

“Maybe you should be celibate for a while.”

“Oh, now you’re just talking crazy.”

“I’m serious. Don’t have sex with someone until you have a real genuine connection with them. Go on a few dates without jumping into bed.”

I’m tempted to tell her I think she’s lost her mind but maybe Jill is onto something. She and her husband are some of the most nauseatingly in love people I’ve ever seen. Maybe she has the whole thing figured out.

Taking a little bit of a sex break may not be the worst thing in the world.

Now, who is going to break the news to my dick?