I double-take. Every drop of water evaporating from my throat. “Is that…”
“Yeah,” he answers, his voice tight. “Been dealing with it since this morning. I tried jacking off in the shower. Then again right after dinner. But it keeps on coming back.”
My eyes probably shouldn’t be as big as saucers now. I’m a professional, with a degree, and years of on-the-job training. But I can’t keep my face or voice neutral as I stare at the unexpected hard piece of flesh in Stone’s hand. “Did you take something? If so, was it prescribed? This looks painful.”
“It is painful,” he assures me. “And no, I didn’t take shit.”
“So then why…?” I start to ask
“Don’t be stupid,” he answers, his eyes blazing hot as he looks down at me.
The realizations hit me like a bird slamming into glass. “Wait, is this…” I shake my head, barely able to believe the supposition that’s about to come out of my mouth. “Is this for me?”
“Who else would it be for?”
“But I thought you didn’t like me like that. I thought you couldn’t even see what Rock saw in me.”
“Yeah, and I thought you knew I was literally on drugs when I said that. Lots of them. It took me four of the blue-label bottle pills to get through that shit.”
The memory of his face that morning, so cold and blank, comes back to me. “Oh…”
Stone looks away, his uncharacteristic embarrassment obvious. “I wasn’t trying to bother you with this, but…”
He trails off. And I try valiantly not to look, but c’mon…
My eyes drift down to the thing in his hand. God, he’s huge. Rock was big, too. But Stone is something else. His heavily veined cock strains against his skin, as if it’s trying to break out, and I can actually see it pulsing, as it pushes a drop of pre-cum out of its tip.
Suddenly something on me is pulsing, too. Hot and needy between my legs. Without thinking, I place a hand on his chest, bracing myself as I lower myself to my knees.
Stone inhales sharp when my mouth closes around the head of his leaking dick.
“Nai…” he breathes. “Fuck, you don’t have to do that…”
But he snakes a large hand around the curve of my neck, guiding my head as I bob my mouth up and down on his dick.
“Stop,” he says after a little while, stepping back and forcibly pulling me up to my feet.
“I want to make you come,” I tell him, not bothering to hide my disappointment over him cutting me short. “I want to make you come like you did me.”
“Yeah, and I want to nut inside of you,” he answers, roughly pulling me into him. “Who do you think’s gonna win this argument?”
Before I can answer, his lips come crashing down on mine.
You, I reply mentally, sighing into his kiss. You’re going to win this argument. You win.
This kiss isn’t like the one outside the cemetery. Not exploratory or mean. It’s dominating and full of intent. And it doesn’t stop, even when Stone drops back down on the settee, and pulls me into his lap.
“Fuck I need this. I need you.”
He finally lets go of the kiss to deal with my clothing. Bye-bye frilly green Christmas dress. He rips it down the middle, pushes my panties aside, then lifts me up and plunges me down on his dick.
I gasp, then whimper at the sensation of him filling me up.
I think Stone might feel similarly. He has a look on his face that’s hard to explain. Like suffering and ecstasy at the same time.
“Aw, fuck, you feel good,” he says, his hands finding my butt cheeks and cupping them.
Almost experimentally, he begins to work my hips in short quick movements, basically using me to fellate his dick. Then, he leans back on the settee to watch the slide of my extremely wet core up and down his length. “Fuck you’re wet and tight. Your pussy was made for this fucking right here.”
It’s lewd and crude. Not anything like the romantic wedding night sex I imagined when I was online shopping for rings.
And I don’t care. His cock feels so good inside of me. I don’t want poetry. I don’t want flowers. All I want is this. This rough fucking. My back arches as I let him take whatever he wants from me.
Stone and I are, I think it’s been established, the absolute worst, when it comes to communication. But that night…
That miracle of a Christmas night, we correspond better than we ever have before with only a few words exchange.
“Wanna feel you,” he grunts, his hands fall away from by butt.
It’s just three words, but I know exactly what he means. He rises and I fall. Colliding in the middle, he takes my mouth again and I gladly surrender, pressing my large soft breasts into his wide hard chest as we begin to move together. Holding me close, his strokes deepen inside of me, his grunts become more and more guttural. A bitten back moan, as I meet him stroke for stroke. I never want this to end, but not sure how much longer I can hold on.
We explode together. Two bodies, two people, two souls in total agreement.
Stone falls out of the kiss again with his climax. His back caves and he shudders as he empties inside of me. His cumload is…I’m not going to lie. A lot. Like enough to make me wonder if his ED wasn’t something he’d been dealing with for years, not months as I’d previously assumed.
“You’re back,” I say when he’s finally done.
Breathing hard, he lets his entire body fall back against the settee. Then he looks up at me.
The smile on his face is in no way cold this time. No, it’s large. Large, wide, and totally sincere.