His Father

A groan leaves me, one that translates just how amazing she fucking feels.

“Why, don’t, we…” I pant between thrusts and then stop because she arches back and it moves me in a way that has me teetering on the edge already. “Just take this one day at a time? And fuck until we tire of each other?”

“So… friends with benefits?”

“Minus the friends part.”

She glares at me over her shoulder. “You’re such an arse. Why don’t you like me? What have I ever done to you?”

“I don’t like anybody, angel,” I reply. “But we don’t have to like each other to enjoy this.” I start to thrust slowly again and her eyes gently close. “Let’s take advantage of it while we can.”

“Birth control,” she murmurs and I’m elated that she didn’t say no.

“Birth control,” I repeat in agreement and wind her braid around my hand, figuring one more time bareback won’t hurt if she’s getting the morning-after pill anyway. “Hold tight, angel.”

“To what?”

She gasps when I slam into her so hard she shoots forward, face-planting the mattress. I laugh, but only for a second as she starts to quiver around my hard dick that’s still firmly inside of her tight little cunt. She’s so wet, making it hard to manipulate her clit in the right way. Though I know I must be doing it right because she’s mewling like a fucking porn star and her entire body is shaking.

I pump slowly, circling my hips and then jackhammering into her quickly until I feel her nearing the edge. I’m teasing her but I love it. Her little curses and whimpers and moans are fuel to my already heated fire.

When I lose it, it’s seconds after her and it’s maybe even more intense than the other night. She feels so good I can’t stop, not until we’re both so sore and tired it’s all we can do not to pass out.

The next day, as promised, we go to my doctor and get her the morning-after pill which she takes with ease, he tests us both for diseases and books her in to get the IUD as was her request. We also get more condoms than I can count of all varieties to last us until that appointment. I’m not sure it’ll be enough.

Tempest

“What’s that?” Maddox asks.

It’s the weekend and it has been a seriously long week at work. I have to leave in less than five minutes and Maddox is taking me.

When I’ve been home from work and Maddox has been occupied or working himself, I’ve been in the arms of his father. Who, during the times we aren’t fucking, acts like I don’t exist. But during the times we are, fucks me like it’s his last time.

“It’s nothing,” Sargent replies, unable to look me in the eyes as he passes.

Maddox has just opened the door and there’s a man there with a clipboard in his hands and a van parked behind him. “New furniture?” he asks, trailing after his dad.

“No.”

“Sex toys?”

“Son,” Sargent snaps when the man with the clipboard starts laughing. “Take her to work before she’s late.”

“I’m on it.” Maddox winds an arm around my shoulders as my eyes finally meets Sargent’s. He’s not happy that Maddox has me so close but what can he do? He’s my best friend and thankfully, since the incident with the boner last week, things have returned to normal. “Need me to pick you up?”

“I’ll let you know,” I reply softly, smiling up at him. “How is work? You look less stressed.”

“You were right about the crate issue. It’s resolved. It was just for emergency deliveries. Every cargo ship has one.”

I wind my arm around his back and grin. “Told you not to worry.” I look back again at Sargent as I climb into the waiting SUV. He gives me a small smile and nods for me to go. What’s in the van, I wonder?

“I think my dad is taking pictures again. He was in the dark room this morning at like six.”

I tense and look at my friend. “He was?”

“Yep. And his cameras aren’t where they usually are.”

“Huh,” I reply. “Did you ask him about it?”

“Nah, I don’t want to scare him off. It might be a private project.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I tried to get in there when you got up and he was in the bathroom but the door was locked. It’s never locked.”

Thank heavens. “He’ll show you when he’s ready.”

“And now this delivery… it has one wondering…”

“Stop being nosy.” I giggle and slap his arm.

He feigns injury and pretends to swerve the car to the side. “I’m driving, you ass.”

“You’re driving my arse?” I retort. “That’s just dirty.”

He slaps me back, hard, it misses my arm and gets me in the diaphragm. So naturally, like any other good friend; I pretend that I can’t breathe, as though he’s knocked the wind out of me.