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He grabs my wrist to stop me. “ButI really wanna fuck you.” His voice is low and raspy, with a smallwhine of disappointment. “I’ve been thinking about it allweek.”
I grin. “No reason not to doboth.” I slide both my hands beneath the elastic band of hisboxers, and push both his jeans and his underwear down at the sametime, first over his tight delicious hairy ass, then down thefront, freeing his dick and balls, and then I shove everything downto his knees. He has a nice-looking dick. I will miss thatdick.
We are trapped between thearmchair on my left, the coffee table on my right, and the sofabehind Dave. He shuffles awkwardly, pants and underwear stillaround his knees, and sits down, his back against the lower part ofthe sofa. He stretches his legs toward me, which allows me to pulloff his pants all the way.
He is completely naked before me,whereas I am still fully clothed. This strikes me as odd, yetsomehow completely fitting. It also makes me a little sad.
I kneel between his stretched-outlegs and take his cock into my mouth. I tease the head with mytongue and use my hand to gently pump close to the base. I lick theunderside a couple of times, base to tip, then take as much of hisdick as I can into my mouth. In unison, the hand slides up and downwith a twisting motion while my mouth bobs on top, tongue swirling,its tip hitting that sensitive notch below the head.
Dave holds my hair back, so he canwatch my face. When I look up at him, his pupils are dilated, hisbreath uneven.
“Wait. Stop,” he says. I keepgoing, but he tugs at my hair. “Enough.”
I sit back on my heels and wipe mymouth with the back of my hand. I’d never felt this incensed withDave before.
“Take off your clothes. I wannasee you,” he says.
I get to my feet and start toundress, while Dave pushes the armchair and coffee table furtherapart to give us more room. I take off my top and slide the pantsdown my legs. By the time I am done with my bra and panties, he’sback in the same position and has already put on a condom.
I straddle him and grab his cock,about to guide it inside me, when he places both hands on my waistand stops my descent. He holds me up, my pussy hovering half aninch above his dick.
“Roxie,” he says, “we could begood together. I’m sure we could.”
I say nothing because this is notthe time to argue. He is wrong, but my cunt is running the shownow. Instead, I take his head into my hands and give him a softopen-mouthed kiss, and his grasp on my waist loosens. One of hishands moves to graze my back, the other stroking my thigh. I reachbetween us, take his cock, and slide to the hilt in one fell swoop,feeling a mix of pleasure and relief when he is set balls deepwithin me.
“Roxie…” he says, eyes glazed withlust.
I don’t respond. Instead, I startrocking my hips, giving him the friction along the shaft that heneeds to get off, and rubbing my clit against the base of hiscock.
Dave usually kneads my ass orplays with my tits when I’m on top. There is always air between us,plenty of space, and he likes to look at me. But today his arms arewrapped tight around me, his face buried in my chest. I can’t helpbut hug him around the head, and we are close, way too close, asour gasps punctuate the air.
Then the rhythm I am driving uswith is no longer enough, as we need more, harder. He lets go ofme, and props himself on his feet and hands to thrust into me fromunderneath. We meet each other with the slap of skin to skin, bothbreathing hard.
He sounds like he’s close. I am,too. I pull one hand off his neck and slide it between us, onto theclit that’s engorged and demanding attention. Dave grabs me by thewaist as his back and neck push against the sofa, and he bucks,ramming into me. The sofa is solid and heavy, and barely moves ashe jerks against it.
I feel a little like I’m a dollthat he uses to fuck himself with, but I brush this feeling away,because I’m too far gone. All I care about now is the pressure ofmy fingers on my clit, the friction of his cock inside me, and therub of his balls against my folds.
“Fuck. Roxie,” he says through histeeth as he gives me the last few punishing thrusts. His bodytenses, and he’s done.
But I still need a minute. He’sgetting soft and I don’t want to risk the condom leaking, so I lethim fall out and I remain on my knees, hovering above his heavingabdomen, and I rock my hips in midair while furiously rubbing myclit. It would be nice if he’d help by fingering me, but he’s lostwithin himself and I’m on my own. I don’t think he even notices meanymore, not when I finally get off, inches above his softeningcock in the now-too-large condom, and I’ve never felt more alonethan in the moment when release finally tears through my body.
Chapter Four
Roxie
It’s a nice early-springafternoon, and I’m relaxing on Liz and Joe’s backyard patio.Domesticity suits them well. Joe wasted no time getting astate-of-the-art grill, and now chatters happily about itsfeatures. Liz and I sit next to him in big lawn chairs, facing thesun and drinking beer. I don’t know about her, but I’m not actuallylistening to Joe’s home-improvement adventures at Menards, althoughhis tales are usually funny.
I know the two of them love mebecause they always have the beer and brats I like when I comeover.
Joe spits out a string of colorfulcurses, followed by something about having forgotten, yet again, tobuy a propane tank for the grill, and then he leaves.
“So how’ve you been?” Liz asks assoon as Joe is gone. “You’re a little quiet today.”
“I’m fine,” I say. “I saw Daveyesterday.”
“Oh? Dave the fuck buddy,Dave?
“Yeah.”
