Chapter 10
Rafi
The A/C is on the fritz at the gym. I'm in an irritable mood and want to beat the fuck out of someone. If I analyze it, it might tell me that Coach is onto something with the withholding or whatever. Because last night was the hottest fucking night of my life, hands down, and I didn't even get off.
When Emma started telling me how she pictured me following her up to her apartment when we were still anonymous, I almost lost it. I don't know what came over me.
I've never had these kinds of ideas before. I've spanked a girl a few times, but that's about the extent of my history with kinky sex.
But with Emma? She's so unapologetically authentic and raw. I never saw myself role-playing, but the idea came to me, and I was suddenly dragging her downstairs. I couldn't wait to sneak into her apartment to catch her masturbating. Fuck, that was so hot.
Which leads me to my current predicament. I'm trying to ignore the fact that my dick has been semi-hard all day today, which really sucks when you're in a gym full of sweaty dudes. Hence the need to beat the fuck out of something.
Coach told me to take off on my own for the rest of the day after I finished some cardio, and I took him up on it. I'm keyed up, and I think only one thing will fix it.
I make it to the coffee shop before closing, but barely. Emma isn't working, though. Alice lets me enter the door downstairs to her apartment at the coffee shop entrance when I tell her that Emma is expecting me. She wasn't, but Alice didn't need to know that.
I knock when I get to the top of the stairs and wait for her to open the door. When she does, I expect her to be more surprised to see me, but instead, she just looks happy.
"Hi! What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't come over tonight?" I originally had practice scheduled till 8 tonight. It's my last day to do any actual sparring. The next couple of days will be busy since I need to rest up for Friday, and I won't really get to see Emma again before the fight.
"Coach let me out early. Said I was irritable," I tell Emma as she moves to the side, and I pass her into the apartment.
"Oh no, is everything okay?" She's concerned about me, which is sweet.
"Nope." Her laptop is open on her kitchen table. "Were you writing?" Emma's blog, where she writes reviews of novels under a pen name, is open. I lean down and scroll over her website. "Holy shit, you have over 300,000 followers. Babe, these are big numbers. Do you advertise?" She said she wasn't sure she could make a living at it, but I'm not so sure that's true after seeing how big she actually is. She definitely downplays her talents.
She rolls her eyes at me, "A little. I've had decent offers but not ones I like."
I nod in understanding. I have the same issue with endorsement deals. "You should publish some of your stories on here. That's a big audience," I tell her, pulling up a chair at the table. I drag her close to me, so she's standing between my legs.
"What stories?"
"The ones you write in your head. Your fantasies," I lean forward, kiss her abdomen, and push my face between her tits. God, she has nice tits. She hides them too much.
"I can't write those!"
"Why not? You already write under a pen name. And your imagination, I must say, is superb. As are these tits," I'm pulling her shirt up from the waist so I can kiss her bare skin.
She shivers in my hands. "Tell me what's wrong. Why isn't everything okay?"
"Because I was distracted all day thinking about how fucking hot last night was." I continue kissing up her stomach, lifting her bra, releasing her beautiful, soft tits.
"It was amazing. And… surprising. This morning was…" Her lips twitch, sucking in the bottom one, trying to keep her words in.
"This morning was…?" Flattening my tongue against her stomach, I lick then kiss along the shape of her tits and suck in one of her nipples, gently biting her.
"Ahhh!" She squeaks out. I tug her onto my lap so she's sitting, then tilt my head so I can keep licking and kissing, sucking in her other nipple. I squeeze her waist and she rolls her hips, pressing herself into me. "This morning was fine," she whispers.
I tug her bra back into place, and her bottom lip juts out. I chuckle, "Fine?"
"Uh huh?"
"Emma. What aren't you telling me?"
"Nothing. I'm… it's nothing."
I laugh louder but it's more devious than anything. She's blushing furiously. "Babe…" I grip her hips and hold her still so she can't rock into me where she needs me the most.
"I um… I just woke up very… needy."
"Better. What did you do about it?"
She swallows, her breath quickening. "Umm… I used a couple of toys just to alleviate the… uh, ache." The end of her sentence comes out in a whisper, I pause and lean back.
"What toys?"
"Oh… uhmm… you know. I've mentioned that before haven't I?" Her cheeks tinge pink.
"You mentioned a toy or two in your past. I don't think we've talked plural."
"Uhh… hah." She swallows, her eyes going wide. She's wearing her glasses, making her look all the more innocent and cute.
"Show me. There's no need to be embarrassed." I come to a stand, lifting her off of me, but let her lead the way. I don't want to push her if she's not ready. We still haven't even had sex. We're not moving at a snail's pace, but we haven't rushed into anything, either.
Slowly, tentatively, she bites her lip but nods in agreement and leads me down the hall to her bedroom. We haven't spent any time in here yet, the anticipation making my dick hard as a rock. She leads me over to her bed and pushes me down, so I'm sitting at the edge, next to her nightstand.
She opens the drawer and pulls out a small round toy. I've never seen one like it.
"This one is my favorite. There's this little hole, and you put it over your clit, and it sucks and vibrates. It's pretty awesome." She hands it to me, and I examine it, sticking my finger inside the little hole.
"This one," she continues, "is my second favorite. Uhmm… this is a little more embarrassing." She hands it to me, and my lip tugs up in a serpentine grin.
"Babe, this for double penetration?"
"Yeah… I've never had anal sex before, though. The way it's curved, this one side hits my G-spot, and the other uhh… you know, fits in my ass."
She's hiding her face behind her hands now, so I reach up and tug on her arm, and her hand falls away. I should be sensitive, but I'm grinning like an idiot, I don't think I have it in me to be gentle right now.
"Emma. Emma, look at me." She drops her other hand and opens her eyes. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. So you're into anal play. I love it. And I'm not just saying that 'cause I'm getting the impression you'll let me stick my dick in your ass."
She laughs, but she's still shy, trying to hide her shade of brilliance. "I'm into this. I'm into you. I fucking love that you use all these. You're honest about what you like, it's refreshing. There's no reason to be ashamed. I promise." She's still embarrassed, but hopefully, she'll trust me in time.
"Have you ever… you know, experimented?" She asks me, her voice still shy and quiet.
"With anal?"
"Yeah…"
"I have fucked a girl in the ass before, yes..." Like everything else, though, it always felt a little fake, with plastic tits and loud screams, like they only pretended to be into it to try and keep me interested.
But Emma isn't fake. She legitimately is into it. She's the most sexually curious woman I think I've ever met. She explores her likes and dislikes. It's inspiring even if she thinks it's something to be ashamed of.
"Keep going," I gesture to the drawer. I know she's got more in there. Emma pulls out no less than four more toys, all for different occasions. It's gonna take me some time to remember what she likes and how but I'm ready for the challenge, not willing to be intimidated by this.
The last thing she pulls out is a small anal plug. No vibe, no battery. There's a gemstone at the back. Anal plugs have a lot of different purposes, but sometimes it's for extended wear. And Emma keeps hinting that she has a strong sexual appetite, even if she's still slowly unveiling that side of her, it makes me wonder.
I ask, "Have you ever worn this at work before?"
"…Yes."
"When I've been around?"
"...Yes"
I tug her onto my lap and flip us, so she's on the bed underneath me. Emma likes it kinky, and I think I'm starting to, too. I'm getting a lot of ideas.
I pull at her shirt, and she lifts up, helping me tug it off her. I'm ripping at her clothes, the faster I move, the more my hands demand, anxious and needy to touch her body. I unbutton her jeans and tug them down her legs. She's rushing now, too, lifting her hips, and her underwear quickly follows.
She reaches for my shirt, but I push her back down. We're not having sex. I've already decided I'm not sleeping with her until she knows the truth about me.
Some might think this isn't fair either, but I'm only so strong. The girl of my dreams just talked about anal play for five minutes, I only have so much self-restraint.
I move her so she's lying lengthwise on her bed, and she lets me take the lead. I lean down over her and kiss her hard on the lips, and she kisses me back but chases me with her tongue when I pull away.
I look around her room. It's like the rest of her apartment. Not messy, but lived in. Everything looks vintage or from a thrift store. Clean, but eclectic.
I walk over to her closet and pull out a scarf. Glancing back at her, she's quiet, watching me curiously. Her eyes shine bright, and she pushes her glasses up her face so she can see me more clearly. I look back in her closet and sift through her things till I find everything I'm looking for.
Walking back to her bed, her beautiful body is spread naked for me on top of her floral bedspread. I crawl on top of her, so I'm straddling her waist, taking hold of one of her arms and tying the scarf around it. It's barely been two weeks, this might be a little forward for some new couples, but I watch her reaction, and she's excited, if nervous.
Her breath hitches, but I keep going. "Do you have any fantasies about being tied up?" I ask, but don't look at her, grabbing her other arm and using another scarf I found to tie her other arm to the other bedpost.
"I… yeah… I do, but I'm tying you up in it."
I'm surprised. "Tell me how it goes," I say, but it comes out more like a demand.
I look down at her, eyes hooded and unfocused. Climbing off the bed, I reach into her treasure trove. She's watching me, chest rising and falling, licking her lips. "Tell me," I say again and grab the small dildo vibrator out of the drawer.
"…It's your birthday, and you had a match. And you win, but you're unfulfilled. And then you go home, and I'm there, waiting for you in your room. Then…" she swallows audibly when I climb back on the bed. I grab her legs and push them up, bringing her knees toward her head.
"Glasses on or off?"
"On…"
I nod, "Keep going," I tell her.
There's a button on the end of the vibrator, but I don't turn it on yet. Instead, I slide it along the seam of her pussy, and she squirms and moans. I slip it into her, slowly. It's a small toy, all of them are. She might experiment a lot, but I happily notice my dick is much bigger than all of them—even pushing this small dildo inside her, she feels tight. I can't wait to fuck her.
She's soaked, and her soft skin is on fire. I work the vibrator in and out of her, and she starts squirming, trying to shift and buck her hips.
When she starts to moan, I pause, pulling her legs down to keep her from moving and look at her expectantly.
"Oh… yeah, then I see you, and I know something is wrong. It's because you won, and you're bored. Because you always win, you're always in control. So, I take control. I take off your clothes. You let me, and then, and then you lie down on the bed, and I tie you up. But I make you wait."
I reward her by working the vibrator in and out of her again, and she's whimpering. I want to make it last, though, so I climb off the bed again.
"This okay?" I ask her, and she nods vigorously. "Then keep talking," I pull her legs open and tie each ankle to the bed posts so she's completely spread eagle. I'm still fully clothed when I climb back on top of her.
"I make you wait. I get undressed slowly and let you watch. Then I touch myself, but I don't touch you. And by the time I let you come, I've made you wait so long you come so hard as soon as I sit down on top of you. That's, that's…" She pants.
I lean down and kiss her tits, sucking each nipple into my mouth. She's writhing but can't get far because she's tied down. I'll need to invest in some handcuffs, I think. I kiss down her stomach, licking and sucking her skin until I reach her mound.
I place my thumb over the top of her seam and lift, opening her up. She's glistening. I slip my tongue in, and she stops talking, crying out, loudly. I smile wide, "That's what, Emma?"
"Huh? Oh, uhm. That's all. That's what I fantasized about. Edging you."
I chuckle and decide to stop torturing her even though she's apparently fantasized about sexually torturing me. I slide my hand over her seam to find the button on the vibrator and turn it on.
It vibes to life, and Emma cries out, "Oh god! Uhhhh!" She tries to move her hips, and I latch back onto her pussy.
I suck her in, lapping her up. I slide the vibrator in and out of her, pumping and fucking her. I'm so goddamn hard, I'm almost dizzy, but I keep kissing and licking her clit, and it isn't long before she's crying out with her first orgasm.
She stops squirming, but I don't turn the vibrator off. I may be into this sexual torture thing, too. I'm rock fucking hard. I can't take it anymore.
I get back up, dig into her toys again, and pull out the round one she said was her favorite.
"Raze," she pleads when she sees what I'm doing.
"Yeah, babe," I climb back on top of her and undo my jeans, slipping them down enough to pull out my steel cock. I pull the vibrator out of her, slip my fingers inside, and rub her juices along the length of my cock.
"Fuck," I hiss, as I work myself over.
"Raze, please, I need you. Please fuck me. Please," Emma begs.
I slide the vibrator back inside her. She cries out, and it's still at a low speed. I turn it up to a vibration that changes rhythm, and because I have her tied up, it stays put.
Then, I turn on the round toy. I can see why this is Emma's favorite, and I realize her expectations are pretty high. I will have to up my game to compete with this thing.
I kneel above her, gripping my cock in one hand, and start jerking myself off, firmly gripping root to tip, tugging from the base. Then, with the dildo already inside her, I place the round toy above her clit and slowly slip it into place.
She jerks violently, "Oh fuck! Oh god, Raze! Raze!" She yells, rolling and rocking her hips, and even though there's a hole in it, I move the toy around, rubbing her clit.
It's all too much, I'm not gonna last. Especially when she starts screaming again. She comes so fast and so hard, watching her lose herself fucks me up. I can barely see straight, but I don't relent for either of us, keeping the vibe on her. She's still coming and screaming and squirming underneath me.
My hand squeezes my steel length tighter, like a vice grip, milking every inch of my cock. I pump faster and faster until suddenly cum is spurting out of my cock, my balls pull up tight. I cum all over her tits, and after last night and tonight, it's never fucking ending. The longest orgasm of my life, second after second of pure fucking bliss, and I'm covering her tits with my seed, pumping violently into my hand.
Finally, finally, it ends. I need a breather, wanting to just fall on top of her, but I reach down and grab the vibrator first, pulling it out of her. She's hardly moving, completely sated, with a serene smile on her face, glasses askew.
Still, all I want is to collapse on top of her, but I force myself to get up and walk into the bathroom. I wash the vibrator in the sink, grab a towel and walk back to her room. Her expression is slightly more awake but still soft and sated.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Her smile drops a bit, but I get to work, fixing her glasses, cleaning her up and untying her. I pull the covers back so she can climb underneath.
She curls into a ball on her side and grabs at my arm to pull me around her.
"Are you okay?" I ask her after a few minutes of enjoyable silence.
"I'm great. That was… Raze, it's been incredible. You don't feel real. None of this feels real. Like I'm in a dream."
"This isn't one of your fantasies Emma. You and me, we are real."
She turns her body, so she's more on her back with my arm draped over her. I lean up on one elbow so I can look at her face.
"Can I ask you something?" She asks quietly.
"Of course."
"Do you think you could tell me your name? Your real name?" Her eyes are big and bright beneath those glasses, honest and vulnerable. Fuck. I wish she asked me something else.
I take too long to answer because she's suddenly pulling away. I tug her back into place and say quickly, "Friday. Give me till Friday. After my fight, I'll tell you everything. Just… give me until then."
She doesn't release her frown but nods slowly. "I won't see you before then, right?"
"I'll come to the coffee shop tomorrow morning, but I have to head to Santa Cruz Thursday. I'll be back Friday night after the fight, though. Will you watch it? Come to my house Friday night. Stetson is going to rent it, you could join him, and I'll be home after?"
Stetson initially planned to come with me, but it didn't make sense with my training schedule. But he'll be at my Nationals fight in Vegas. "Unless, did you want to come? To Santa Cruz to watch the fight in person?"
Her eyes widen. "Oh! Shoot. Yes? I don't know. Honestly, I think I'm still kind of freaked out by the fighting thing. And the concussions. And I'll be worried the whole time."
I laugh at her confession and brush her hair out of her face. "It's okay. It's better to wait till you're ready. Watch this fight with Stetson, and you'll see there's nothing to worry about. And then, maybe you can come to the one after that? My Nationals fight? I just wanted you to know, if you want to come, I want you there."
"Are you sure you're not offended I don't want to go this time?"
"No, I'm not. It's cool."
"Raze?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"Whatever it is, you need to tell me… Is it going to hurt? I mean, are you married or something?"
"No! No, don't worry, it's nothing like that." I hug her close and kiss her temple. I hope it doesn't hurt when I tell her I'm Rafi. I have to get going, but I don't want to move from this spot. It's still relatively early, but the next few days will be insanely busy.
I release a heavy sigh and climb off the bed. "I have to get going. I'll call you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, okay, that sounds good."
I lean down and kiss her. Her lips are wet and soft, pliant and ready for more. "I'm gonna miss you."
"I'll miss you too," she says with a sleepy smile. I tell her I'll make sure the door is locked behind me and head out the back.