18 Aubie
FUCK ME SIDEWAYS, BUT I’M excited, and that’s just not like me for a simple hookup. Not for something that happens every other day with me. If you held a gun to my head, I couldn’t tell you how many there have been over the last few years because Cutter is right about one thing.
I am a slut.
Not at all ashamed of that fact. I worked hard for the title.
Been like this my entire adult life, which feels a lot longer than I’ve actually lived.
Sometimes I think I must be an old soul, if you believe in that sort of thing.
To be honest, I don’t know what the hell I believe in.
I stopped doing that when I sold out to my father.
So now I have fucking. It’s my god. My therapy. The only time I can turn off the pictures in my head and just exist in the moment. The only time I allow myself a human connection. Because I don’t deserve any more than that.
And that’s as philosophical as I’m going to get.
Like anything you do a lot, I excel at fucking.
I’ve studied at the altars of the best of them and watched enough porn to give my hand callouses, and I’ve applied all that knowledge and skill to building a reputation.
To those who’ve been with me, I’m worth seconds, if only I was interested.
Which I’m not. Always leave them wanting more.
Am I cocky? Of course I am. I’m worth the price of admission, darling.
So baby bi Cutter is going to reap the benefit of all my considerable talent. Maybe that’s why I’m excited. I don’t get to pop many cherries. Yeah, my rep would suggest otherwise, but the truth is, I rarely venture into virgin territory. There just aren’t that many in the circles I run in.
Add in all the pent-up rage and animosity, and this has the makings of high drama. Who wouldn’t be excited?
Must be why I shoved a plug in my ass earlier so I’m ready for him.
When I hear his bike roar up the driveway my cock twitches like a trained dog.
Right on time. I watch him on the doorbell camera, sitting there on the bike.
Minutes tick by. I can’t see his face through the helmet, but I can imagine he’s frowning.
Probably trying to talk himself out of coming inside.
I have to admit, I was surprised when he approached me last night. That blow job in the bathroom must have rocked his world. I haven’t done anything like that in, well…a few months anyway. I’m not shy about where I take a cock.
The look on his face when I cornered him in that stall was priceless. Maybe it was the shock value that got to him. The thought that I can pop up anywhere like your favorite super villain. Tada!
Finally he pulls off the helmet and swings his leg over the bike, straightening. I want to crawl between those thighs and bury my nose in his ass. That image does nothing to ease the state of my cock.
He approaches the front step.
Two knocks.
I give it a minute so it doesn’t look like I’m waiting for him then crack open the door and drape myself across the opening, drinking him in from the tips of his slightly scuffed boots to his ruggedly handsome face, noting the prominent bulge in his pants on the way. Happy to see me, baby?
“Mmm. Grubhub is on point today.”
He glares at me, a blush creeping up his neck. “Stop fucking around and let me in.”
I stand aside and allow him to duck past me like the hounds of hell are after him, catching a whiff of his musky male scent as he passes. My mouth waters as I resist the urge to adjust myself, reasoning a little discomfort now will pay off in a bigger release later.
After a quick scan of the street proves I’m the only person he has to fear, I close the door and turn to face him.
I should say something but it’s too much fun watching him squirm out of his element. He stops in the middle of the foyer and looks around like he can’t figure out what to do with himself. Big strong Cutter. At my mercy.
“Put him out of his misery,” the good demon on my right shoulder urges.
“Torture is fun,” the bad demon on my left shoulder shoots back.
What to do, what to do?
Am I evil? Well…that’s a grey area. I guess I might have a bit of a sadistic streak in me–though that’s only when it comes to satisfying my cock. Outside of that I don’t care enough for it to matter.
But I’ll admit I devote a lot of energy to satisfying my cock. He’s always been an undiscerning bastard, not too particular where I stick him as long as he gets off.
And no, I’m not anthropomorphizing my cock, though have you ever tried to ignore an angry one? It’s all the worst parts of a relationship.
Undiscerning for me also equates to boring. No one I’ve fucked ever held my interest long enough to ask for seconds.
Until now.
Until him.
I’ve had his cock in my mouth three times and all I can think about is tasting him again. I’m almost scared to imagine what kind of angst fucking him will bring. It could have consequences I’m not ready to face.
Doesn’t mean I won’t do it.
It’s taking all of my willpower not to come across the room and rip his clothes off to make a meal of him on the floor of this foyer.
But I’m a good host, so I opt for making him comfortable first.
“You want to get naked first?”
Okay, so I exaggerated.
His eyes widen and he swallows audibly. When he opens his mouth to speak and nothing comes out, I finally take pity on him.
“Relax, baby. I wouldn’t jump your bones in the foyer. I do have some decorum. Come on.”
I strut past him, leading us into the livingroom where I left the blinds closed, the room lit only by intimate lamplight. I figured that would put him more at ease. Hey, I can be considerate.
I pause by the sectional that’s more like a playpen, though surprisingly I’ve never fucked on it. Are you kidding? The upholstery cost more than his bike. That being said, I’m more than willing to sacrifice it for him if that’s his preference. It’s just furniture.
“Here or…” I nod toward the hallway behind him with a waggle of my brows. “There?”
He wrings his hands and looks like he’s going to crawl out of his skin. “This is a bad idea.” He starts to turn and go back the way he came when I reach out and grab his wrist, swinging him back around.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Before he can answer, I crash my lips into his. Breath gasping. Teeth gnashing. I don’t wait for him to catch up or change his mind. I dig right in, plundering his mouth with my tongue. Tasting him.
Owning him.
My hands are all over his back. His neck. Combing through his hair. Desperate. Frantic. My body buzzing with a craving I haven’t felt since I was a teenager. More. I need more.
I fuse my body to his until I feel his resistance weaken. Until he’s melting into the steam of the kiss. Until his mouth is just as hungry as mine.
When his hands start seeking me, I let my own wander while grinding my pelvis against his. Fuck, he’s hard. I feel my way up under his shirt to twist his nipples and he moans in my mouth, his tongue seeking mine.
Just when I think I’ve got him where I want him, he fists my shirt and pushes me away.
“Stop.” His chest heaves. Nostrils flaring. Eyes blown. “Just…slow down.”
My body is not happy with the separation as my lip curls in a pout. “What’s wrong, baby?”
He pushes away from me, putting some distance between us. “Stop calling me that. I’m not your baby.”
His scent wraps around me. His taste is addictive. The fact that he’s not sharing my breath right now is maddening, but I rein it in. Give him space to come to me. Because he will. He can pretend he’s not into this, but I felt the evidence. His dick is as hard as mine.
“You want me to wine and dine you first?” I take a step closer. He steps back. “You want to be in charge?” Though we might be here all day if I wait for him to make the moves.
He squeezes his eyes shut and blows out a sigh. “I want…damn it. I want you to get out of my head.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do.”
“This is it? One time, then we’re done?”
I close the distance between us and run my hand up his chest. “If that’s what you want, lover.”
He stiffens under my touch, and that just will not do. Not when he was practically swallowing my tongue a minute ago.
“I want this to be over,” he states.
Way to dampen the mood, though why I’m disappointed I can’t say. He’s just parroting back what I told him. One time. Get it out of my system.
Trouble is, I don’t think that’s going to work. Every time I’m near him, I want more. The fear that fucking him will unleash some kind of unquenchable thirst I don’t want in my life is real.
But that’s the last thing I’m going to tell him. Not if I want his cock again.
“One time, baby,” I breathe against his ear. “I just need to feel your cock railing my ass.”
“Why do you have to talk like that?”
I smile at him and bite his lower lip. “Because you love it.” I press my lips to his. “I’m just saying what we’re both thinking.”
He snorts against my mouth. “You’re delusional.”
“Mmm.” I run my tongue over his lips. “Maybe we both are.” Kiss. “Go crazy with me.” Another kiss. “Let’s just lose ourselves in it.”
“I can’t…” Kiss. “…do that.”
“Sure you can,” I murmur. “Just follow my lead.”
And to make sure I have his undivided attention, I slide my hand down to the warm bulge in his pants and squeeze.
“Imagine your hot cum filling my ass.” I kiss him again, my voice a taunting purr.
“The thought has my dick so hard it’s like granite.
” I guide his hand down to my crotch. “Feel that?” His touch is hesitant, but he doesn’t pull away.
I meet his eyes and make sure mine show him just what he’s doing to me.
“That’s all you.”
“I still hate you,” he growls.
“Hate me all you want as long as you do it with that big cock of yours buried inside me.” My mouth trails up to his ear, licking his shell. “You are so fucking hot, baby.”
“I told you to stop calling me that.”