Chapter 16

Now I’m a single woman, and as soon as I embraced that status, a bunch of guys I knew waited out the mourning period after the breakup to use my sadness as an excuse to get close. They acted like I wasn’t my own person, always spouting the same boring crap, repeating advice about shit I’d already gotten over. My sadness wasn’t about the end of the relationship — it was about the loneliness eating away inside me.

A lot of them came sniffing around, but out of all of them, one caught my eye: the fiancé of a friend, who reached out by phone.

“I’m coming over today to see how you’re doing.”

I remember his firm voice saying those words. He didn’t ask — he just announced he was coming. I had nothing to discuss with him, especially without my friend around. Should I tell her about the visit? I wondered. Of course, I knew what it was about; I knew that bastard would try something as soon as he got here. But I was worse. I needed it, and he was the one who’d give it to me. I stayed quiet.

I let him into my apartment. The curtains were drawn, keeping the light dim and hiding the missing furniture and the photo frames lying face down without pictures. For him, I didn’t put on anything special — just the clothes I wore on a lazy Saturday afternoon when I was alone, away from prying eyes. Today, I’d let him see past my pain, see my body, if he could.

“Come in.”

He stepped inside and planted himself in the middle of the living room, staring at me. I didn’t say anything because I had nothing to talk about with him. He blabbered some lame shit, stumbling over his own words, and I just sat there mute, listening, waiting for him to shut up. When he didn’t, I pulled my shirt off over my head, letting the cool air hit my tits and revealing the bare skin he’d been dying to see.

“Touch.”

I was praying his touch on my now-swollen nipples wouldn’t be a total letdown — I needed a functional man who could meet my needs. He came at me timidly when he pressed against me, a soft kiss landing from his lips — and I didn’t want soft. To make it clear how things were gonna go, I shook off his hands and unzipped his pants, looking right into his eyes. His mouth dropped open in surprise, and his eyes went wide as his pants hit the floor. I shoved him onto the couch and stripped completely naked. There was no shame in me not being ready for him — my bushy crotch, full of unwanted hair, showed I hadn’t been taking care of myself like before.

“Sit.”

He collapsed onto the couch in desperation, yanking off his clothes like what I was offering him was too good and might vanish in seconds — I had plenty to give. I straddled him right there, abusing his body by kissing his hot mouth and grabbing his cock, which wasn’t hard yet. I broke free from his mouth and attacked his neck, biting and licking all the way to his earlobes. His dick was warm and growing; I loved the size of it. I slid down to his nipples and sucked them, hearing him groan with pleasure — one by one, just like guys usually did to me — leaving them red and slick with spit. Satisfied with his hard-on now, without holding back, I swallowed his cock into my mouth like I was punishing myself, gagging as I did. The spit it triggered ran down his shaft, making it easy for my hands to stroke his warm, rigid flesh pulsing under my grip.

That bitter taste hit me, his hot skin filling my lips, and it sent waves of intense pleasure through me. I smeared my face with the fluids leaking from him, like a messy kid. With firm strokes, I sucked him halfway down, twisting the head with my lips hard until I felt him tremble under my hands. My body was hypersensitive, my skin covered in goosebumps, my breaths getting heavier and heavier. Every time my skin touched his hot skin, I shivered all over — the hard body of a man was what I wanted inside me, making me whole. But I wasn’t fully ready to take him yet.

I stood up over him, still slumped on the couch, and shoved my crotch in his face, grinding my wet pussy against it. I pressed down hard to feel his tongue more, his clumsy fingers probing all my holes, and all I wanted was to smother him. The smell of my cunt was soaked into his face like a perfume that’d be tough to wash off. I rode his mouth hard, violating his face in search of a pleasure that guy probably couldn’t give me. His tongue explored my crevices from my asshole to my entrance, and I felt like I was losing my mind — now I’d take my desire all the way.

I slid down, rubbing against his body until I felt the tip of his cock teasing my peace. With a grind, I impaled myself fully in one go. I felt every inch of his texture, the heat of his shaft, the stiffness filling me up. I forced myself down until my clit hit his belly, and I was seized by that exquisite pain I never wanted to let go.

I didn’t let him take control — I grabbed his hair like reins and kissed his mouth. Like a bitch in heat, I unleashed all my energy, riding the cock of that man who was betraying my friend with me. I felt him deep inside, the pleasure radiating from my core to the tips of my limbs, leaving my body more and more relaxed. On top of that man, I came, and I didn’t stop riding until the orgasm froze me, leaving my body in pathetic spasms, making me collapse forward without strength. Inside me, a hot, white, sticky river flowed, telling me he’d cum.

“Get dressed and go home, please,” I said, still naked, heading to the bathroom.

“But…” he tried to say, but I cut him off right away.

“I don’t want to talk — just go.”

When I came back to the living room, only the scent of sex lingered in the air, the heat from our bodies still warming the couch cushion. What happened there never happened again, and no one ever found out.