Too rough. Too demanding.
But her surrender to my demands was so complete that I lost myself in the pulsing aggression of my hardened cock.
This was supposed to be a casual movie night. Our usual Friday. Just us, a bowl of salt-only popcorn, and something on Netflix that could mask a week’s worth of aches and pains from the ice or air.
Who knew sex healed bruises and swollen knees better than an icepack?
My fist gripped a handful of her hair. I tugged her head backwards and kissed her exposed throat.
“Tell me your dirtiest fantasy,” I ordered.
She wiggled so fiercely she nearly plunged down on my cock. “You can’t ask me that.”
“Why? You’re mine tonight. Tell me, and your fantasy will come true.”
Clover wrapped her arms around my neck, and her sigh bounced her beautiful tits higher against my chest.
“I know your game, Adrian Alaric, and I’m not falling for it.”
“What game?”
“The game where I’m supposed to say I love everything you do to me, and I’ve never felt pleasure like this before.” Her eyebrow arched. “What do you want me to stroke—your cock or your ego?”
“Can’t a man get both?”
“I’m keeping my fantasies to myself, thank you very much.”
And yet, I hardened with the opportunity for a ruthless investigation.
“Don’t be shy,” I teased her. “You’re naked and about to get stuffed with my cock. What’s the harm in telling me a little secret?”
“It’ll go to your head.” She reached low, squeezing my thickness. “See? It’s already inflated.”
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll assume the fantasy is something disgusting and deviant.”
“You know I’m a good girl.”
“Yeah? I’m still learning a lot about this side of you. For example, I didn’t know how much you liked a bite to your neck…”
I leaned in, my teeth gripping her throat, hard enough to earn her squeal and savor the quickening of her pulse under my lips.
“I didn’t know that your nipples were so sensitive.”
I pinched the little chocolate nub between my fingers. She groaned, arching harder into my hand.
“And I didn’t know how much you loved your pussy filled with my cum. When it gets all hot, messy, and slick…”
Her hips bumped forward, grinding her molten folds over my shaft.
“That’s not fair,” she pouted.
“Tell me what you want most. Tell me what you need.” My voice lowered to a seductive growl. “I’ll make it come true.”
Clover did as she was told, leaning against me, bucking her hips to delight her swollen clit.
Her words wavered, unsure and innocent. “My darkest fantasy was always of you.”
Fuck me.
My cock howled, and I nearly rammed the entire length into the woman then and there. Clover wrapped her arms around me, confiding her secrets into the hollow of my throat.
“I think that’s why I never had sex before.” Her whispered confession enthralled me. “No other man could compare to you. So, the few times I dated, I looked for guys who were the total opposite of you. Dorks who wouldn’t know which end of a hockey stick to hold. Wimpy little boys who weren’t built as strong as you. Ones who didn’t have your eyes, your voice.”
“Can’t say I’m not jealous.”
“I didn’t let any of them into my bed.”
And the thought thrilled me when I had every reason to dread the implications of her secrets.
“You’re proud of yourself,” she chided me. “Don’t lie.”
“I’m just relieved that my best friend got the pleasure she deserved from her first time.”
“Times.”
“You know you loved it.”
She hummed. “I know you, Adrian. You’re getting off because you’re the only man I’ve taken.”
“Let’s get this straight right now.” My hand coiled tighter around her waist. “I’m the one who does the taking.”
“And what do I do?”
“You lay back and enjoy my cock.” The word still sounded too rough for such a delicate woman, but even she understood the demands of my hungry cock. “You take my seed. You surrender to me, and I reward you with load after load of my cum.”
“Well…when you put it like that.” She giggled, but her eyes narrowed on me. “How many women have you done this with?”
“Most men try not to impregnate their dates.”
“So, technically, I’m your first?”
And I hated that she wasn’t my only. “I suppose so.”
“Well…let’s say you weren’t trying to knock up anyone…how many women then?”
Not the conversation I wanted to have with her. “Fewer than you would think.”
“I can count very high.”
I wouldn’t tarnish this night with memories of less desirable women.
“I don’t like taking random women to bed,” I said. “I’ve always hated that meaningless, passionless fucking. But with you…”
Sex was beautiful. Fantastic.
Life-changing.
“Complicated?” She offered.
Extremely.
“But you’re giving me something those other women couldn’t.” My wolfish grin seemed to amuse her. “And you don’t know how great it is to skip the rubber. Really starting to hate those things.”
She agreed with a bump of her hips, very nearly allowing the head of my cock to slip between her petals.
“See?” she whispered. “Fucking your best friend has some perks.”
“I’m not fucking you.”
“Not yet. But the night still young, and your cock is awfully hard.”
My hands grazed over her shoulders, along the softness of her back, resting at her hips. “No. I mean—this isn’t just fucking. This is something more meaningful than that.”
Clover tensed but played it cool with a casual smirk. “Perhaps. Or maybe we’re simply two best friends who happen to have very serious, very clinical procreative sex?”
She made it sound so reasonable. As if I hadn’t stared at the damn ceiling every night, stricken with insomnia, wishing she were in the bed next to me.
“Yeah, you’re right,” I said. “There’s just you. Me. A bowl of popcorn.”
“Did we even start the movie?”
I took her nipple between my lips and swirled it with my tongue. “What fucking movie?”
“And here I worried having this much sex might be a problem.” She giggled. I lived for the sound.
I spoke with my mouth full and loved every minute of it. “Why? This has brought us closer together.”
Her hips bucked against mine, grinding my cock. The slickness was every invitation to push her down and take what we both needed. But I resisted.
I was still a gentleman.
Clover teased me with a coy smile. “Can’t believe we’ve been friends for this long, and I only now realized that you’re a titty guy.”
I reached around her, letting my fingers trail over her ass. “And I didn’t know you liked me pressing right here while I’m inside of you.”