Page 17 of Stumped

I nod and press against the sides of her throat a little more. Her hips move up and down, back and forth, my dick rubbing against every inch of her. Vera gasps, eyes fluttering and it tells me I’m hitting her right where she needs me. I’m her toy and she’s free to do whatever she wants with me.

When my other hand cups and squeezes her breast, Vera drops on me fully and both of us moan. My dick twitches inside her and she trembles, eyes glazed over as she stares down at me. I release the grip I have on her throat and she sucks in a sharp breath, a flush spreading over her whole body.

“You okay?” She nods, looking slightly drunk. “Vera, what do you need?”

She leans back slightly as her eyes settle on me. “Sit up.”

I lift myself slowly, our bodies taking a few minutes to adjust to the change, and her arms slide around my neck. In this position, I can touch every inch of her and her entire front is pressed against mine. Her fingers slide through my hair and she tugs, pulling my head back. A naughty smirk graces her lips as she presses her mouth to mine. I trace the shape with my tongue and she laughs softly, almost a giggle, pulling back to look at me. Her eyes are so bright, her face lit up with joy and pleasure. Iwant nothing more than to make her smile like that for the rest of the night.

Her hips pick up where they left off, rocking and bouncing, taking me deeper, sucking me into her vortex and I feel breathless. My head falls forward, dropping to her shoulder as she rides me. I slide my arms around her waist, pressing her flush against me. Her fingers don’t stop their attack on my hair, tugging and pulling, twisting through the strands, all while her hips are moving desperately against mine.

“Touch me.” The words are strained and I almost miss them, if it wasn’t for the fact she repeats it like a chant. I smooth a hand over her warm stomach, then slide my finger below the soft, velvety flesh and press my finger to her clit. Vera’s hips jerk and I press harder, using my other hand to gather her hair out of the way. Kissing and licking my way up her neck, I continue to tease her, feeling the way every touch makes her body respond.

She rocks forward, walls of her pussy clenching so tight around me, I see stars. She slides back and forth as I rub her harder, pressing against her clit. Her movements get sloppy, fingers tightening in my hair. Her forehead drops to mine, soft puffs of air brushing against my face as she pants. I tap a beat against her bundle of nerves and Vera gasps, squeezing every inch of me as she comes hard enough to make her body shake.

She slumps against me, arms resting on my shoulders as she catches her breath. I keep touching her—tips of my fingers tracing her soft skin, exploring all the things I can feel. She quivers under my touch, pussy still fluttering around me. I don’t even care that I haven’t come yet, because watching her let go and feeling her soak me twice is pretty fucking spectacular.

“Vera.” She hums, hips rolling as she leans back to focus on me. “Hold onto me.”

Her eyebrows lift, but she tightens her arms around me and I tip her backwards. Our bodies are still connected, my cockburied inside her as her pussy pulses around me. I grit my teeth as she shifts, every slight movement triggering my dick’s response. Her chest heaves with soft pants as I pull out of her, allowing me to kneel between her spread thighs and drop my hands to the bed on either side of her head. Vera stares up at me, eyes sparkling with desire as she licks her lips.

Keeping our eyes locked, I thrust back into her and she arches off the bed. I reach for a pillow and slide it under her hips, smiling as I drag a hand up her thigh.

“Legs around me, sweetheart. And hold on tight.”

She nods, wrapping both legs around me, hooking them at the ankles against my ass. I smile down at her as my hips move in shallow thrusts. She never looks away as I slide deeper, mouth parting when I hit a spot. She hitches her legs higher and I take the opportunity to change the pace of my thrusts. Fingers gripping the sheets, I fuck Vera and she rocks up to meet my hips. The sound of slapping flesh echoes through the bedroom interspersed with her moans and my groans. She feels so fucking good. If the way she rode me was life altering, taking charge like this makes my head spin. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life before.

“Fuck fuck, so close,” she chants and her pussy trembles around me. But I don’t stop. I continue fucking her, my hips moving in slow circles. Vera drops a hand between our bodies and rubs herself. The way her pussy responds makes stars explode behind my eyes.

And we’re both tipping over the edge, my orgasm starting at the base of my spine until I’m spilling into the condom. Vera shudders under me as she holds on tight. My breath catches as she squeezes around my cock and I collapse onto her. Her arms and legs stay latched around me and I breathe against her neck, unable to think about anything else but the need to stay right where I am.Forever.

Six. Chechi got laid!

Vera

Iwake up with a smile, stretch and release a loud satisfied groan. I’m deliciously sore. Every inch has been touched, teased and pleased,and my muscles respond to it. We fell asleep soon after he dragged a third orgasm out of me and later in a sluggish daze, we woke each other up for more. The way he coaxed and manipulated my body…it was glorious.

Even though his scent lingers on the sheets, I’m glad he stuck to our deal and left early this morning—with a core throbbing kiss on his way out.

Smiling, I turn my head into my pillow and squeal.Best sex ever!

Pushing myself into a sitting position, I brush my hair out of my face and look around the room. The curtains have been drawn, keeping the warm Saturday sun out of my face, and my clothes are folded and set on the edge of the bed. But it’s what’s on my bedside table that makes my eyebrows shoot up—a pile of condom wrappers and a pink post-it.

In the neatest handwriting, it says:

Thanks for the best night. In case you’d like for us to cross paths again, here’s my number. If this is the last time I’ll see you, know you rocked my whole fucking world.

- EJ

In the last three years, casual sex and one night stands have been more than enough. There’s no guarantee your partner for the evening will be fun, but sometimes you have to take the risk. After Rakesh, I haven’t allowed myself to think about more. Getting hurt has left me jaded about love, and I don’t need a third time to remind me of that. Besides, I don’t have the energy for a relationship. When I’m not working and building my company, I’m spending time with my friends and family. There might be room in there for romance, but it’s no longer a priority. And being told that someone else needs to be my first thought at all times is asking for too much.

Shaking my head, I slide his note in the drawer and toss the wrappers away. I may not hook-up with the same person twice, but there’s no harm in keeping his number.You know, for a rainy day.

With another stretch, I head for a shower and scrub myself clean. Standing in front of the mirror as I brush my teeth, I catalogue the marks he’s left on me—hickeys on my neck and breasts, beard burn on my thighs and a few more love bites in places my clothes will hide. I don’t want to be late, but I take a few minutes to cover spots with makeup and get ready for family lunch. I even make sure to slide on earrings before I leave, because my mother has a habit of doing a checklist every single time she sees me.

An hour later,and very much on time, I walk into my parents’ house. There’s noise coming from everywhere and the chaos comforts me. I’m not a big fan of large social gatherings, but when it comes to my family, I crave it. The scent of hot food wafts over and I sigh happily. Leaving my bag on a chair, I wander further in and see my father and two brothers yelling at the television.

“That was an easy catch, you idiot!”

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