Despite the infamous man whore my reputation says I am, I’ve never woken up with someone before. Not ever, not once. In fact, I’ve never brought anyone back to my place before. I always fucked at my partner’s place, or somewhere outside, or in a car and then left.
Fucked and fled.
That was my MO. And sure, I fucked a lot of people. Why the hell not? If God didn’t want us to fuck around and find out, he wouldn’t have attached such fun toys to us to play with.
But with Eloise, everything feels like my first time. Mylastfirst time. I already know, with everything I am and everything I have that she is it for me.
I can’t resist reaching out and stroking the delicate skin of her shoulder. I don’t want to wake her, we barely got any sleep after a long night of sexual discovery, but my fingers are drawn to her skin. I dust a kiss on her forehead as she huffs out a quiet snore.
I’ve always wondered what the benefits of having a long-term partner are, of being locked down by the same person. For me, I like to keep things fresh, guys, girls, sometimes both at the same time… The concept of being with one person for the rest of my life was always laughable.
As I stare down at the beautiful woman in my arms, I wonder if I could make that shift for her. Or if she could meet me somewhere in the middle.
The image of me eating her out while someone fucks me in the ass makes my dick spring to life. Is she open to the idea? Or could she be open to the idea? Maybe that’s a hard limit for her. If it’s a hard limit for her, would that be a hard limit for me, too? Do I need to have all sides of my sexuality to be fulfilled to be happy?
I think I do.
So many questions. And despite her limited sexual experience, Eloise might have some give. Maybe I’m naively hoping we can find some space for us both to be happy and sated. And more than that, I want to find that space.
Therein lies the key. You’ve got to want it. And I want my pixie with every breath I fucking take.
I missed her waking up, because she’s dotting kisses on my chest and making adorable early morning noises. We have another game today, and as much as I want to spend hours tracing her every line and learning her body’s reactions to my every move, I don’t have time.
She clamps her hand over my hard cock and pumps a few times. “Aren’t you spent after last night?”
“Goalies have a lot of stamina,tesoro.” I groan as her hand tightens.
We did a lot of things last night. She rode my face until she drenched me with her cum, then returned the favor by sucking me like a fucking champion until I blew my load all over her face.
I grow harder at the memory of dragging my fingers through my cum on her scars, like I was somehow permanently mixing us together. When she sucked my cum off my fingers, I almost lost it all over again.
Another groan ripples through me as she pumps harder, faster, but I don’t want to start my day with anything less than her pussy holding me in a vise when I come. I turn her onto her back before dragging my fingers across her perky tits.
They’re not quite a handful and are so fucking responsive that I barely have to touch them to pull a moan from her.
“Are you sore?”
I don’t know if she’s clenching or how girls can test if they’re aching without getting up and walking around, but she shrugs. “Not enough to stop.”
It’s all the invitation I need before I roll on top of her, reaching for protection from my bedside table. Guiding my sheathed dick inside her already slick pussy, I’m two thrusts in when a familiar meow meets my ears.
Oh fuck. I didn’t close the door.
Eloise’s eyes flex wide.
“Ignore him—he can wait a few minutes.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I know they’re dumb as rocks. Leaving the door open was a rookie fucking mistake. I’m lucky Puck didn’t invite himself into my bed during the night while pixie and I were having many, many orgasms. I can only conclude we were making too much noise for his majesty, and he stayed the fuck away.
Except, now he’s hungry.
I go back to kissing her, sliding myself in and out of her, slowly, casually, lazily. Last night I was in a rush to have her, this morning I’m in a rush to keep her. I intend to worship her like the queen she has no idea she is.
After a minute or two of increasingly loud meowing, a weight lands on the bed, and I know I’m fucked. Puck is hungry, and he doesn’t care that I’m balls deep in my girlfriend coursing toward my blissful release. In fact, that’s a hindrance to him getting food.
He hops onto my calf and saunters toward my ass. The quilt is on the floor, the sheet is somewhere tangled at my feet, and my cat is making a beeline toward my naked balls.
“Ares?”
“Don’t move.” My whisper comes out pained. I can’t see the fucking cat, but I can feel him, his tiny death claws moving toward my ass. “The cat’s on top of me.”
