He was done with her.
Which was what he kept telling himself. But then he’d gone right back as soon as she called him and they’d had amazing sex. Followed by another fight, which ended up with her practically tossing him out of her apartment. Then he was done with her. Still, when she texted him the next day, his cock responded at just the sight of her name on his phone. They never managed to make it by a week without one of them exploding over something ridiculous.
Sean ran his hand through his hair as he glanced at the text on his screen now. They’d had another argument last night, this time over monogamy. Ironic how he’d always assumed that he would be the one who would say no to a serious relationship, to actually going exclusive with someone. Maybe if his relationship with Mandy had started differently, if she had been some sort of one-night-stand, and if he hadn’t already invested so much emotional energy in her--albeit inadvertently--they could have been happy as mere fuck-buddies. But it was too late. He was already in too deep and there was no clean way out of this mess.
Besides, he couldn’t deny that a part of him really wanted her. Not just for the sex even if that was a huge part of her attractiveness. She was fun to be around. Crazy people usually were. She was smart when she got over making herself seem stupid to attract him. And he liked her ambition, her life philosophy that she could have whatever she wanted as long as she was willing to work hard for it. Of course, he still had no idea what she did for a living, but she hadn’t asked him for money for the rent yet, and that was always a good sign.
“Come over,” she’d texted him. She always did that, and it frustrated him. Send an innocent text the next morning like they hadn’t just almost killed each other last night. Like if she just talked like it didn’t happen, then it didn’t happen.
“Why?” he typed back. As he got in the elevator, the receptionist followed after him and gave him a close-lipped smile. He barely noticed, giving her a small wave as his phone beeped with a new text from Mandy. He opened it and nearly buckled. It was a picture of her naked ass in a lacy lavender thong. He closed the text and shoved the phone in his pocket, staring straight ahead, willed his cock not to rise.
“Do you have exciting plans tonight?” the receptionist asked him.
He turned to her sharply and she startled. “No, why?”
She looked taken aback. “Just wondering.”
Sean cleared his throat, trying to concentrate on not getting a boner as the image of Mandy’s ass kept flitting back to the forefront of his brain. He reached inside his pocket again and gave himself a hard pinch, cringing in pain. There, that seemed to do the trick.
The receptionist didn’t try to make further conversation, though she kept shooting him confused and hurt glances. He smiled at her as they left, opening the door for her and waving enthusiastically as she got in her car, which seemed to confuse her even more. He thought about texting Mandy back to let her know he was on his way, but the idea of catching her off guard was much more appealing. He threw the stick into drive and headed there with a grin on his face.
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When Mandy realized that Sean wasn’t coming over after all, she made other plans and texted Sophie instead. They had seen each other a few times before and had always had fun. If Sean didn’t want to see her ass in person tonight, she’d show it to someone else, and Sophie definitely didn’t disappoint. She came over within minutes, stripping as soon as the door was closed behind her. She was smaller than Mandy and more athletic, but the difference in their bodies heightened the sensations. Her breasts were perfect, the nipples pink and hard as Mandy felt their weight in her hands and kissed the tops. She traced her tongue around Sophie’s nipple, enjoying herself as the girl squirmed beneath her, legs buckling and hips shifting and grinding against Mandy’s.
She was just about to move downward and give Sophie the best eating-out ever when she heard a key in her lock. Sophie’s body stiffened beneath hers, and they both froze.
“Who’s that?” Sophie asked.
“Um,” Mandy said, frowning. She thought he’d decided not to come over, since he hadn’t texted her back. “Probably my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” Sophie shoved Mandy off just as the door opened and, sure enough, Sean burst into the apartment. As soon as his eyes fell on them, they all froze. He stood there with one hand on the knob, his gaze shifting between Mandy and Sophie with wide eyes. He blinked, pinched the bridge of his nose, then looked at them again, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing.
Sophie got up from the bed and began pulling on her clothes in frenzied jerks. She shot Mandy a scathing look. “If you wanted to have a threesome, you could have just asked.”
Mandy smirked at her. “I thought you don’t like cock.”
Sophie grabbed her purse from the floor. “I would have had fun, at least.”
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so.” She didn’t meet Sean’s bewildered gaze as she slipped past him, closing the door behind her with a slam.
They stood there in the resounding silence. Mandy was suddenly aware that she was naked, and Sean didn’t miss it either. But he didn’t make a move, just standing there with a stupidly shocked expression on his face.
“Well?” she demanded.
His face tensed into a scowl. “Well?” she repeated.
“What did you come over for?”
“You asked me to.”
“You didn’t respond.”
“So what, you go and fuck someone else? A girl?”
Her shoulders lifted and dropped. “What did you expect--for me to wait around for you?”
“I expected you not to sleep with someone else!” His fists were clenched and he took two heavy steps toward her. A thrill shot down her spine. She loved it when he got all angry and rough. It made sex so much more interesting.
“I can sleep with whoever I want to,” she said softly.
He closed the rest of the distance between them and grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her off the bed. Mandy yelped, though her stomach clenched in anticipation. Despite his anger, she could feel the hard ridge of his boner pressing against her stomach as he pulled her upright.
“Damn it, Mandy,” he hissed. “I thought we talked about this last night.”
“We never agreed to anything.”
She cried out as he spun her around and shoved her face down onto the mattress. Before she could pull herself up to all fours, he’d climbed on top of her, his legs straddling her thighs, his weight holding her down in a way that was scary yet extremely arousing.
“We agreed to at least try to be exclusive,” he snapped, pinning her hands above her head. His breath hissed into her ear and she squirmed.
“I tried. It’s a lot harder than I thought it would be.”
His hand smacked her hard on the ass and she cried out. The sting lingered, her skin heating where his hand had been.
“Ow,” she whined. “That one hurt--ow!” He’d hit her again before she could finish.
“You deserve this, you little slut.” She grew silent as she heard the rage in his voice. His breath was hard and fast. She could tell he was turned on, the way one held her down while the other continued swatting her. He slapped her ass again and again, occasionally pausing to smooth over the hot, tender flesh, then pinching it as if to make up for the small moment of tenderness. Mandy was squirming, growing wetter beneath him. She always enjoyed a good spanking, but this one was more intense than anything she’d received. Maybe because she knew Sean really wanted to hurt her. Because he was so angry and aroused, his cock pushing between her butt-cheeks.
He gripped her hips and held her down as he grinded against her backside. She couldn’t help herself, pushing back against him, which earned her another hard smack. She yelped, her ass jumping up. He shoved it back down, and then reached between her legs and thrust two fingers inside her. They both gasped. She was dripping wet and his fingers slid into her easily. He seemed transfixed by this, his breath stopping a little before he took in a deep inhale. One hand grasped her left butt-cheeks as if to hold her still while his other fingered her. He played with her clit until she moaned.
Suddenly, he moved back, his knees pressed into the mattress between her legs. He used his thighs to urge hers aside, and then his hands gripped her hips and pulled her up. Her face was still pressed to the mattress, her ass hanging in the air, her legs spread so that she gave him a perfect view of her glistening pussy. She looked back and saw his look of intense concentration right before he leaned forward and she felt his mouth on her slit. His tongue flicked out and traced around her clit. In this angle, it was even more intense, and she cried out. He ate her, using his fingers and tongue and lips in ways she’d never even imagined, and the tension grew in each nerve and muscle until she clenched and spasmed and the orgasm burst through her. Her legs quivered and gave out, but he held her up with his hands and finished her off, his tongue on her clit until the last spasm reverberated through her body.
Then he let her go and she collapsed to the bed, laughing. She wasn’t sure what was so funny. Her body was exhausted and enervated, and she flipped onto her back and stared up at him. He stood there, scowling at her. She could see the tent in his pants, and she reached for it.
He pulled away. “What are you laughing about?”
She sat up. Reached for his belt. He didn’t stop her as she pulled him closer, and then she closed her mouth over the ridge of his cock right over his pants. He jerked.
“You,” she said. “You’re so funny.”
He tugged on the zipper of his trousers and his cock sprang out, smacking against her chin. She licked it, keeping her gaze fixed on his. “What’s so funny?”
“You love me, don’t you?” She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and jerked him just once.
He smirked. “Like hell I do.”
“Oh come on, Sean. You just caught me fucking someone else, and instead of walking out, you decide to finish the job.”
He pulled away from her then, his expression furious. Mandy wondered if she’d gone too far.
“Granted,” she added, her heart pounding. “You did punish me for it.” She rose onto one knee and spun to show him her red butt-cheeks. She palmed it enticingly. “Look what you did.”
But it wasn’t working. He was already tucking his cock away, zipping his pants.
“Sean,” Mandy said. She scrambled off the bed as he turned away.
“Fuck you, Mandy.”
“Sean.”
She grabbed him, relieved that he didn’t shove her away. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down and kissed him deep. He didn’t pull away, but he didn’t really kiss her back either. He sort of just let her do what she wanted.
She reached down and pressed her palm to his crotch, relieved that he was still hard. Suddenly he shoved her, and she fell back onto the mattress with a bounce. He stared at her breasts, then back up at her face.
“Fuck you, Mandy,” he repeated.
Sean stared down at her, his body tightly wound as he forced his brain to figure out what to do. On the one hand, he wanted to fuck her senselessly, get rid of the tension in his cock and all over his body. On the other hand, she was a crazy fucking whore, and he wanted nothing more to do with her. He should have never gotten involved in the first place.
She spread her legs, revealing a pussy that was still soaking wet. “Fuck me then,” she said.
He was tempted. He actually took a step toward the bed. But then in his mind he saw her with that naked chick again. And sure, he would have been pretty turned on if he had known about it. But just because it was with a girl didn’t mean it wasn’t cheating, especially when they had already discussed becoming monogamous last night.
“Nah,” he said, turning around. “I’m good.”
She called after him. There was a bit of desperation in her voice, but he ignored her. Slamming the door behind him, he tried not to think about her naked on the bed, ready for him to thrust inside her. Instead, he walked away, knowing she wouldn’t follow him in time, not unless she wanted half the neighborhood to see that tattoo on her ass.
Back in his car, he clenched his fists around the steering wheel as he looked up at the apartment window. Part of him wanted to go back, but his other head knew he had to end this crazy relationship before he went insane. He didn’t like the man he had become and he blamed it on Mandy, he had to get away from her.
Just then Mandy pounded on the driver side window “Let me in Sean” “Come back to the apartment and I’ll make things right.”