Chapter 16

I was chilling at home, minding my own business, lounging around in those ratty old comfy clothes, when my phone buzzed. It was him — my fuck buddy from the building. The sluttiest bastard I’d ever met, a guy who was worth jack shit, but he knew exactly how to hook me, how to get me all revved up. He’d pull the string right to the breaking point… and me, of course, I never resisted.

The message flashed on the screen:
“Hey, meet me on the stairs. I wanna eat your ass. Half hour, that work?”

These days, I might’ve told him to fuck off. But back then… that shit was the highlight, it had me shaking inside. No one had ever talked to me like that, so raw, so straight-up — and I fucking loved it. Plus, I never passed up a chance to fuck him. We’d barely be alone for two minutes before our hands were shoved down each other’s pants.

I bolted to the mirror, fixed my hair, checked that my panties were straight, and made up some excuse for my mom just so I could slip out. My heart was already pounding, my pussy throbbing just thinking about what was coming.

The spot was perfect: one floor below the penthouse. We knew no one came through there, since all the apartments above were empty. I took the elevator down and climbed half a flight of stairs, breath caught in my chest. He was there, waiting. Leaning against the wall, smirking like a perv, eyes hungry. And the second our gazes locked, my pussy started pulsing, dripping wet.

I rushed toward him with a slutty grin, ready to shove my tongue in his mouth, but he grabbed me, pushing me back.

“Ey, ey, ey… I said I was gonna eat your ass, not kiss you.”

I was stunned.

“What do you mean, eat my ass, just my ass? Not even a kiss?”

“Come on, turn around…”

“No way, dude, I’m not turning around.”

He grabbed me hard, and I fought back laughing the whole time.

“At least a little kiss?”

He laughed, gave in, planted a quick peck on my lips, and spun me around like a ragdoll, bending me over the stair railing.

“There! — he said, flipping me.”

Right then, my body lit up. The cold metal against my skin made me shiver, and the rough way he manhandled me knocked the wind out of me. I was laughing, but it was nervous, ‘cause inside my heart was racing, my legs were jelly, and my pussy was throbbing. That quick peck had been nothing, barely anything, but that’s exactly what got me even more worked up, like he’d tossed me a crumb and kept the rest for himself. It was rough, no tenderness at all — and still, it set me on fire. I felt trapped, used, but so damn turned on I didn’t wanna escape for real.

He yanked down my stretchy shorts along with my panties, bunching them up around my thighs, leaving me totally exposed to him. The cool stairwell air hit my hot skin and I shuddered.

His hand came next, firm and heavy, groping my ass hard, spreading my cheeks. His fingers dug into my flesh, squeezing like he wanted to feel every inch. Then he slid down the middle, slow, parting my cheeks until he brushed right against my asshole. The tip of his finger circled there, just teasing, not going in, and my whole body prickled, breath stuck.

Then he went lower, sliding through, tracing the whole length until he reached my outer lips. The touch was hot, deliberate, and he ran his whole palm over it like he was stroking and exploring at once, smearing my own wetness around the edges of my pussy. I let out a soft moan, couldn’t hold it back, ‘cause that simple slide from my ass to my soaked pussy made me pulse even harder.

“Come on, spread your ass, use your hand.”

“I’m gonna fall like this…” I protested, trying to steady myself.

I had one foot on each step, braced on the railing, ass arched up in the sluttiest way possible. If someone decided to creep up the stairs quietly, they’d get an eyeful: me, spread wide, on display, showing everything. Just picturing that had my body shaking, heart hammering, pussy dripping.

Even scared of toppling, I did it. I reached back and used my fingers to spread myself open for him.

That’s when the fucker made good on his promise.

His mouth latched onto my asshole with insane hunger. His hot tongue pushed, circled, poked, dipping in and out without shame. He sucked hard, slurping, drooling, burying his whole face in there like he was starving. Each thick lick pulled a moan from me, each suck sent shivers through my body, nearly knocking me off balance.

He switched between tight circles and long strokes, licking from my ass down to my pussy and back up to devour my asshole with even more heat. The wet smacking sounds of his mouth echoed in the stairwell, and me, totally lost in it, could only grind back, offering more, begging wordlessly for him to never stop.

I felt it all at once — tingles, nerves, raw lust. My whole body didn’t know how to handle it. The hand that should’ve gripped the railing tight for support got lost in instinct, grabbed my tit, and started twisting my nipple hard, like it was the only way to ease the sweet agony of the pleasure taking over.

The guy was really doing it. He dragged me there, no bullshit, just to lick my ass. And it was fucking incredible. His tongue worked nonstop, sucking me deep, driving me wild, while I arched, moaning, spreading wider and wider.

I felt it all at once — tingles, nerves, lust. It was like my whole body had no clue how to react. The cold railing pressed to my skin gave me goosebumps, but it got swallowed by the heat burning inside me. The hand I’d tried to keep steady for balance just went with the flow: instead of clutching the metal, it shot to my chest, squeezing hard, pinching my nipple like I needed to somehow relieve that building delicious torment.

And him back there, eating my ass like it was the only thing that mattered. The bastard had really called me just for that — just to bury his face in my ass. And I laughed, moaned, and gave in ‘cause, as crazy as it sounded, it was one of the hottest things I’d ever felt. His tongue swirled in circles, plunged in, sucked, spun again, drooling all over me without a care. I ground back, spread wide, offering it up, totally gone.

That’s when I felt his finger nudge at my asshole. First just teasing, playing at the entrance, testing the waters. Then, with his usual ballsy move, he shoved it deep, forcing it in. A jolt shot through me, my legs nearly buckled, and I let out a hoarse moan, not believing how intense it was. The finger sank in, stretching me, and I clung harder to the railing, fighting not to collapse.

Before I could even catch my breath, he jammed two more fingers into my soaked pussy all at once. The sensation was overwhelming: my ass getting fucked by one firm finger, my pussy stretched by the other two, and that hot tongue that wouldn’t quit licking, sucking me everywhere. I moaned like crazy, my hips bucking on their own, like my body had lost its mind.

There was no holding back. The pleasure built like a wave, crashing over me, shooting up my spine, exploding in my chest. My muscles clenched, my hips thrust back against his mouth and fingers, and I came hard, screaming without caring who heard. My asshole pulsed around his finger, my pussy clenched and spasmed around the other two, and I shook all over, completely surrendered.

I came right there on the stairs, braced on the railing, spread open, used up. Each contraction ripped another moan from my throat, and even after the peak, my body kept twitching, like it didn’t want to stop. And he didn’t stop — kept pumping his fingers and sucking, drawing out my orgasm until I felt drained and blissed out, totally fucked.

When it started to burn, I couldn’t take it and begged, almost pleading:

“Pull your finger out, baby… come on, fuck me, please…”

My voice came out husky, raw with need, but he just chuckled low. He had other ideas.

The fingers that had been buried in me seconds ago, slick from my pussy, he brought to his nose. He sniffed deep, like it was the most addictive scent ever, eyeing me with that smug, victorious look.

“Nah… not feeling it. Just wanted to eat some ass, that’s all.”

And just like that, out of nowhere, he headed down the stairs, leaving me there: freshly orgasmed, sore, legs wobbly, pants bunched at my thighs, stuck in that awkward pose, slumped against the railing.

“What a fucking asshole!”