Fuck Buddy (8 page)

“Why do you think you’re the way you are? You know, sexually?” I asked.

“It’s hard to say,” he said, his eyes falling to the floor. “I’m sure there’s a reason for it, though.”

For some reason, I felt like he knew why, but was embarrassed to say. I just had a feeling. Call it women’s intuition. Maybe it was because we were best friends for our entire life, and I knew him so well. Whatever the reason, I wasn’t convinced he was being completely truthful.

Regardless, I felt better about my being able to keep up with his sexual demands. His interest seemed to be fucking me into a state of confusion, and that would be a pretty simple task as far as I was concerned.

“Okay,” I said as I tossed the menu aside. “A light lunch it is. And when we get home, you can fuck me until I lose clarity.”

“Doubt that would take much,” he said dryly.

I flipped him my middle finger and grinned. “And I’ll think a little bit about the at work thing. Maybe, and I mean maybe, we’ll be able to do something with that.”

He shook his head as he waved toward the waitress. “In the meantime, I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

I was sure he would, and I hoped whatever he thought of included time for us to snuggle when we were done.

Although my sexual appetite was being fed, I felt my recovery from the sex was lacking. As caring as Luke was, I guessed if I mentioned it the next time we had sex, he’d agree. Hell, maybe he had a fetish for it and I just didn’t know about it.

Yet.

I glanced across the table as the waitress walked up. As he pointed to the menu, she eyed him like she wanted to eat him.

Sorry, bitch, he’s mine.

Well, kind of.

CHAPTER EIGHT

LUKE

“Everything?”

“Whatever your perception of naked is,” I responded.

“Sounds like everything.” Liv responded softly, her gaze falling to my waist.

Over the years, I had seen Liv in a swimsuit, wearing skimpy outfits, and wrapped in a towel after a shower. I had never, however, seen her naked until we started our new arrangement. Her body was about as perfect as I would imagine anyone’s could be, and seeing her undress was a gift in itself. I stood at the end of her bed and watched as she undressed, treasuring the removal of each article of clothing.

Liv wasn’t a tall woman, but I wouldn’t describe her as short, either. Standing five foot four, I liked to call her average height. She was graced with a nice round ass, reasonably large breasts, and a defined waist between them.

Clothed, she looked tempting. Naked, she looked irresistible.

“Okay,” she said as she tossed her panties into the pile.

She stood, nervously twisting her hips back and forth, and forced a grin. I raised my hand to my chin and studied her.

“What?”

I folded my arms in front of my chest. “Nothing, just admiring you.”

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, nothing at all. In fact,” I said as I slowly walked around her. “You look perfect.”

“Whatever. I’m a little fatty,” she said.

“I think you’re perfect.”

“Are you going to get undressed?” she asked over her shoulder.

Standing behind her, I placed my hands against each side of her waist. I raised them slowly, enjoying every inch of her smooth skin until the tips of my fingers rested at the edge of her breasts. “I may.”

“Oh,” she cooed.

I turned to face her and admired her perfectly sculpted breasts. Her eyes followed my hand I reached toward her with an extended finger. With the tip, I gently traced around the circumference of her nipple repeatedly.

She inhaled a quick breath.

“So, I was thinking,” I said as I stepped in front of her. “I’m going to have you read a book while I fuck you. Like, out loud.”

“Huh? Read a book?” she snapped back.

“Yeah.”

“I think…” She swallowed, exhaled, and licked her lips. “I think I want you to choke me.”

I cocked my head to the side and met her gaze. “Choke you? While you read a book?”

She swallowed again and shook her head lightly. “I don’t care. If the book makes you happy, sure. I really want you to choke me. My twat is dripping down my leg from thinking about it. Maybe we can do it after the reading part?”

The thought of choking her excited me, but it was something I perceived as taboo, especially with someone I cherished as much as Liv. I often fantasized about such things, but viewed them as off-limits, and therefore never considered introducing them into my sexual activities. Liv had always been special to me, and since our new arrangement began to unfold, she had become even more so.

I had limited myself to strange sexual situations to satisfy my kink, and to be honest, had been mentally searching for something new and exciting for us to consider. If me choking her was something she felt she would enjoy, I wondered what else may arouse her.

As much as I wanted to refuse her request, I decided if it was something she truly wanted, and something I yearned to do, maybe I would proceed with caution.

I cocked an eyebrow. “You really want me to choke you?”

She nodded repeatedly. “Uh huh.”

“While I’m fucking you?”

“It’d be kinda weird if you did it while I was eating dinner,” she said with a laugh. “Yeah, while you’re fucking me.”

I laughed at her response. Excited at the thought of choking her, but slightly uncomfortable with the implementation, I stood silently for a moment and gazed blankly at her.

“When you choked me the other day for just a second, I really liked it. Since we talked at the bar, I’ve been thinking. If you want to confuse me while you’re fucking me, choking me is a good way to do it, so maybe it’d be a turn-on for both of us.”

It wasn’t at all what I expected to hear. “You liked it when I grabbed you neck?”

“Uh huh. And when I think about it, my pussy turns into a river.”

My cock stiffened as she spoke. “Alright then, we’ll do both.”

“Both?”

“Yeah, while you’re trying to read, I’ll choke you
and
fuck you.”

“You know; this is just fucking weird. I’m standing here naked talking about this shit and you’re standing there looking like you’re going to the beach. We need to just do this shit. I mean, I’m up for pretty much anything. Just, I don’t know, do whatever you want. Spontaneity would be nice. But
this
.” She waved her hand back and forth between us. “This whole negotiation thing ruins the mood.”

I couldn’t agree with her more. I grabbed her Kindle from the night stand beside her bed. After thumbing through the available books, I opened one and flipped to a random page.

I handed her the device. “I agree. But, no differently than handing a man a rifle doesn’t make him a trained soldier, a man having a willing participant doesn’t make him a BDSM Master or Dom or whatever. This is all new to me. We’ll get through it.”

She grinned. “Okay.”

She glanced at the Kindle and then shifted her eyes to meet mine. “So, what now?”

“Climb on the bed, lay down, and start reading.”

“Belly or back?” he asked.

“Back.”

As she climbed onto the bed, I pulled off my shorts and tossed my shirt beside the bed. Her earlier complaint was certainly a valid one, as my previously rigid cock was now almost flaccid and seemed to lack interest in even continuing.

“Start where you have it opened?” she asked.

My level of arousal had dropped completely. The mere mention of choking her had taken my mind in a different direction altogether. In an effort to convince myself I didn’t
need
to choke her, I responded.

“Sure. Wherever,” I said.

Laying on her back gazing up at the Kindle, she cleared her throat and began.
“Although she hadn’t seen Trayvor in thirteen years, nothing had changed, she thought.”

“Do you want me to keep going?”

On my knees at the foot of the bed, I glanced down at my cock. “Sure, keep going.”

“Nervously, she cleared her throat. She had hoped to explain her dilemma without much emotion, but doing so in his presence quickly became seemingly impossible. She studied him as he inched closer, her eyes fixed on his hands.”

“More?” she asked.

The most beautiful woman I had ever seen was laying before me, and she wanted me to fuck her. My mind – and my cock – apparently had zero interest. I wanted to choke her, and as I gazed down at her naked body, I realized there was really nothing that was going to act as a viable substitute.

“Just a little more,” I said.

“Her fascination with his hands began early in their relationship. He had once…”

I gazed down at her naked body. With her face obstructed by the Kindle she held in her hands, I cautiously crawled between her legs as she continued to read.

“A slight shimmer from the chrome barrel caught her attention. Naturally, she took a step back with her…”

I slapped the Kindle out of her hands and to the far side of her bed. Startled, she stared back at me, her face washed with concern. Without warning, I reached down, gripped her neck in my hands, and began to squeeze.

Her eyes widened and she groaned out one dry word.

“Harder…”

She had said all I needed to hear. I tightened my grip on her neck as I pushed my hips between her thighs. My level of arousal was at an all-time high. Starving for the feeling of her tight pussy’s clench on my throbbing shaft, I forced myself into her. It was as if a completely different cock was between my legs.

I began to thrust my hips savagely, shouting as I did so.

“Focus, Liv. Focus!” I bellowed as I pounded myself deeper and deeper.

She arched her back.

I tightened my grip and shoved my entire weight against her, hoping to force every last inch of myself into her.

“God damn it, Liv. You’ve got to focus. You’ll never amount to anything if you can’t focus,” I screamed.

I released my grip with my right hand and pressed the web of my left hand against her neck, pushing her down into the comforter of the bed. Her eyes followed my right hand as I raised it high above her.

Whack!

I slapped her face and screamed. “For fuck’s sake, Luke. Focus.”

I felt her pussy tighten against my shaft as I ground my hips between her thighs. I raised my hand again. Her lips parted slightly. I shifted my gaze to her bouncing breasts. I swept my hand down toward her chest, slapping the tips of my fingers harshly against her tit.

My breathing quickly became labored. I felt my scrotum tighten. I released her neck, gripped her butt with each hand, and lifted her from the bed. The tips of my fingers dug deep into the flesh of her ass as I shoved every inch of myself deep into her soaking wet mound. I held my hips against her inner thighs and closed my eyes. Soon, my back arched and I groaned loudly, feeling a level or satisfaction that was totally new to me. At the same time, Liv wailed into the room.

“Oh…fuuuuuck,” she cried.

Magically, our bodies, minds, and spirits seemed to connect. Her pussy clenched against the shaft of my cock, all but begging me to reach climax. In response, it swelled in size, receptive to her inner desires.

Together, we each moaned into the room, reaching climax at precisely the same time.

My vision blurred as the cum rushed from me. A few short unsuspecting strokes later, and I held myself deep within her, cherishing the feeling of our bodies being bound together.

I collapsed onto the bed beside her.

“Holy. Shit.” She turned her head to face me. “That. Was fucking. Crazy.”

I met her gaze and grinned. “So, you enjoyed it?”

She pressed her elbow into the bed and rested her cheek against the palm of her hand. “Fuck...”

The tone of her voice led me to believe she was extremely pleased. She inhaled a shallow breath and bit into her quivering lip. As she exhaled, she murmured the remaining portion of her response. “I. Loved it.”

“Me too. Sorry about the slapping. I don’t know what happened.”

“Sorry, Not sorry.” She chuckled. “It was so fucking hot. Holy crap.”

“Yeah,” I breathed. “It was.”

We relaxed side by side, catching our breath and regaining our composure. After a few moments of silence, she tossed her legs over the edge of the bed and stood.

“I’m gonna pee,” she said.

“Okay.”

Her long brown hair hung to the middle of her narrow back. Now a complete mess, watching her walk to the bathroom with it unkempt was satisfying in itself. A few minutes later she returned, her hair still knotted, grinning as she climbed into the bed.

“Holy crap. I was
full
of cum. Like full. It leaked out
forever
. Excited much?”

“I got pretty excited.” I chuckled.

She nestled beside me and stared up at the ceiling. “I’ve got a question.”

“Okay.”

“Uhhm. When you were slapping me, you said ‘Focus Luke.’ You said
your
name. What was that about?”

“I said ‘Liv’, not ‘Luke.’ ”

“I think you said ‘Luke.’ ‘For fuck’s sake, Luke. Focus.’ ”

I shook my head. “I think you were confused.”

She turned her head to the side. “Well, I guess that’s what you were after. To fuck me until I was confused, right?”

“I suppose so,” I said with a laugh. “Now, roll over here and put your head on my shoulder. I want to just lay here and hold you.”

She grinned. “Okay.”

After she positioned herself against me, we talked of life, failed relationships, and our love for all things we found to be beautiful. As the night progressed, the length of time between subjects increased, and eventually – without much warning – we fell asleep.

Each of us at basically the same time.

For the first time since I was a child, I slept all night without dreams, without waking, and without the desire to walk down to the beach for comfort.

My comfort, it seemed, was at my side.