Chapter 6
SIX
AUGUST
I haven’t had sex in months. Not because there wasn’t opportunity. The thing about being six feet tall, covered in tattoos, and generally not acting like an asshole while living in a city like Austin?
It’s not that hard to find sexual partners, including the casual kind because I advertise up front I’m not “husband material.”
But the apps are just exhausting, and the clubs on Sixth Street even worse. No, I take that back. Nothing’s worse than the apps. I mean, there are still plenty of cool places around Austin to meet people.
But I just don’t… want to.
At least I haven’t wanted to lately, anyway.
Look, the last couple years I graduated to the kiddie coaster. And staying out late, much less drinking—
It’s not great for the routine, you know?
I go to bed at 9pm some days.
Like a grandpa.
And the last few times I tried meeting people, or even calling on regular hookups to get wet and sweaty—
I just kind of feel meh about it.
All that work doing small talk and getting everything geared up and for what? An hour of adrenaline fucking a woman, half the time worrying if she’s faking it and wanting to make sure she’s getting hers while also fighting to stay hard because frankly, antidepressants are hell on hard-ons—
Look, most of the time, I just wish I stayed home and curled up with my sketchbook and some hot chocolate instead.
Marie, though?
She’s fun. It doesn’t feel like work at all.
Her excitement is exciting.
Honestly, this is the best I’ve felt in months. Maybe all year.
I squeeze her ass that’s so plump and perfect in my big hands. My cock jacks into her again almost of its own accord.
Fuck. I forgot sex could feel this good.
Marie’s body starts quivering around me again. She’s so goddamn responsive. I feel my balls wanting to release in response to her clenching, quivering pussy.
I force myself to pull out instead, and her whimpering whine at the denial sends a spike of fresh adrenaline through me.
Fucking this woman is as exhilarating as cliff-diving.
Except by repeatedly denying her orgasm, we get to stay suspended in the wild drop before hitting the water. Living there in it.
I’m obsessed.
No. You’re just having a great release with a fun partner for the night. That’s all this is.
That’s what I’m telling myself anyway as I heft her in my arms and carry her over to the bed. We’re both still wet from the shower and I like how her warm, wet skin feels against mine. So what if I’m enjoying this entirely too much?
I sit down on the bed with her on top of me and lie back.
“You’re going to get the bed wet.”
“Too late.” I grin. “Ride me, woman.”
She grabs my hair in her little fists and pretends to glare at me. But moments later she’s straddling me. Then grabbing my dick that’s standing up at full cockstand and feeding it back in her hungry pussy.
Fuck, that’s so hot.
And the way she groans like she’s just as needy to have me back inside her?
I immediately pump up into her and she does that rolling thing with her hips like she’s chasing to grind her clit against the base of my cock. Then she bites her bottom lip.
Christ.
I drop my thumb to mash her swollen clit against where my cock disappears inside her—and simultaneously decide the sight of it is my favorite image on earth. At least until she starts grabbing her own breasts and really riding me, and then that is my new favorite sight.
Because the thing is, unlike other women I’ve been with, I don’t think she’s doing it performatively.
We both know we’re never going to see each other again after this one wild night—which suddenly has me clasping her hip a little possessively with the hand that’s not paying attention to her clit—but it also makes me live in the moment even deeper.
I’m alive.
I’m here.
And I’m connecting with this human being more deeply than I have with anyone in a really fucking long time. It’s a precious fucking gift and I know how rare those are.
Even if I know deep down it will have to be a short-lived gift. I remember all-too-well the shit-show that followed the last time I felt a mad connection like this. Jesus, it’s just a one-night stand. Shut off your goddamn doomscroll and enjoy it while it lasts.
I do an ab curl up so that I can have Marie’s mouth again while she rides me.
By the way she immediately throws her arms around my neck and starts moaning into my mouth and kissing me recklessly, I’d say she likes it.
Her fingernails dig into my scalp in the way that has my cock hardening even further though I wouldn’t have thought it possible.
Need her.
Need to fuck her.
Oh god.
She’s riding me just as furiously as I’m thrusting up into her, but gravity carries us backwards so that I’m on my back.
“August,” she cries needily, rolling her hips down and grinding hard against my groin. “Harder. I’m so close.”
In this position, I can all but lift and drag her up and down my cock, especially with her rolling her hips like that—
And with her begging and now sucking hard on my neck again, right where it meets my collarbone—
I absolutely lose my shit, all muscles going into gear as her squeals get higher and higher pitched.
Pleasure rockets down my spine.
Her pussy starts to spasm around my cock moments before pleasure spikes and my balls fill with pressure.
Her teeth sink into my shoulder and I wrap my arms around her lower back, thrusting deep as all the muscles in my abdomen contract and then boom.
The explosive wave of pleasure rocks my body as I cum deep inside her.
For five seconds, I’m locked in the deep thrust, and then I pull out and thrust back in with the last of my ejaculate.
Meanwhile she’s shuddering and clenching and there’s something almost heavenly about both of us reaching this white-out pleasure together, the massive surge of energy taking my breath away—
And then there’s just us, both collapsed and breathing in the relief of aftermath, clinging to each other.
I love the weight of her on top of me. The warmth and that perfect sense of peace and completion that is so, so rare.
We lay like that for long minutes, perfectly still.
And when she does finally move, it’s only to nuzzle against my chin and let out a soft giggle.
“Wow,” she breathes out.
Which is just… perfect. Like everything else about her.
Dangerous thoughts to have after some of the most mind-blowing sex of my life.
“Wow,” I echo.
She goes up on her elbows on my chest. “Really?”
She seems surprised.
“Uh. Yeah,” I chuckle, squeezing her waist, because I can’t not. “Really. You’re a firecracker.”
She smiles, eyes dancing around like she’s never considered the possibility before. As if she didn’t just literally drag me into her cabin demanding sex and then boldly tell me she’d finish herself off if I didn’t do the job to her satisfaction.
My cock is slowly losing rigidity inside her, but I’ve still got enough left to do a little muscle flex her that makes her gasp and spasm again on top of me with aftershocks.
She asked me to distract her from the worst day of her life.
“Wow,” she whispers again, quieter this time.