Chapter 16
Now I'm a single woman, and when I took on 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 advice about shit I'd already gotten over. My sadness wasn't about the end of the relationship, but about the loneliness eating away at me inside.
A lot of them came sniffing around, but out of all of them, one caught my eye—it was my friend's fiancé, who reached out by phone.
"I'm gonna swing by today to see how you're doing."
I remember the firm tone in his voice when he said 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 asked myself. 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 framed photos that were face-down and empty. For him, I didn't put on anything special—just the clothes I wore on a lazy Saturday afternoon when I was alone and out of sight from everyone else. Today, I'd let him see past my pain, right to my body, if he could.
"Come on in."
He stepped inside and planted himself in the middle of the living room, staring at me. I didn't say a word because I had nothing to talk about with him. He mumbled some lame shit, stumbling over his words, and I just sat there silent, waiting for him to shut up. When he didn't, I pulled my shirt off over my head, letting the cool air hit my bare skin and exposing my tits to him—the skin he'd been dying to see.
"Touch them."
I was hoping his hands on my now-swollen nipples wouldn't totally suck; I needed a guy who worked and could meet my needs. He came at me all shy when he pressed against me, planting a soft kiss on my lips—and I didn't want soft. To make it clear how things were gonna go, I shook off his hands, unzipped his pants, and stared right into his eyes. His mouth dropped open in surprise, and his eyes went wide as his pants hit the floor. I shoved him back onto the couch and stripped off the rest of my clothes. There was no shame in me not being ready for him; my bushy pubic hair showed I hadn't been taking care of myself like I used to.
"Sit down."
He collapsed onto the couch in a panic, 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 and went to town on his body, kissing his hot mouth and grabbing his cock that wasn't even hard yet. I broke free from his lips and attacked his neck, biting and licking all the way up to his earlobes. His dick was warm and growing; I loved the size of it. I slid down to his nipples and sucked them hard, hearing him groan in pleasure, one after the other, just like guys usually did to me. I left them red and slick with my spit. Satisfied with his hard-on now, I didn't hold back—I swallowed his cock whole 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 grip his warm, rigid flesh as it throbbed.
That bitter taste hit my tongue, his hot skin filling my lips, and it drove me wild with pleasure. I smeared my face with the juices leaking from him, like a messy kid covered in filth. With firm strokes, I sucked him down to the middle, twisting the head with my lips hard until I felt him shake under my hands. My body was on fire, my skin covered in goosebumps, my breaths coming heavier and heavier. Every time my skin touched his hot skin, I shivered all over; his hard male body was exactly what I wanted inside me, making me feel whole. But I wasn't totally ready for him yet.
I stood up over him while he slumped on the couch and shoved my crotch right in his face, grinding my wet pussy against him. I pressed down hard to feel his tongue deeper, his clumsy fingers probing every hole, and all I wanted was to smother him. The musky scent of my pussy was all over his face like a perfume that'd be tough to wash off. I rode his mouth hard, brutalizing his face as I chased a pleasure that guy probably couldn't even deliver. His tongue explored my folds from my asshole to my entrance, and I felt like I was losing my mind. Now I'd take this desire all the way.
I slid down his body, rubbing against him until I felt the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. With a quick grind, I impaled myself fully in one go. I felt every inch of his texture, the heat of his shaft, and the stiffness filling me up. I pushed down until my clit hit his belly, and that sweet ache took over—a 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 that cock of the man who was betraying my friend right along with me. I felt him deep inside, the pleasure radiating from my core out to my fingertips, relaxing my body more and more. On top of that guy, I came hard and didn't stop riding until the orgasm froze me, leaving my body in pathetic spasms that made me collapse forward, drained. Inside me, a hot, white, sticky river flowed, telling me he'd cum too.
"Get dressed and get out, please," I said, still naked, heading to the bathroom.
"But..." he tried to say, but I cut him off quick.
"I don't want to talk. Just go."
When I came back to the living room, only the smell 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.