“Uh, huh. No honey, Daddy is owning this pussy. Scream. Scream for me.”
“More, Theo. Chase fucked me harder last Saturday.”
“What?” Chase fucked her last weekend? “Are you serious?” Chase and I are due for another chat. I thought I made it clear to him the last time he tried sniffing around Ans that she was off limits. Fuck!
My rhythm falters as visions of Chase plowing my girl taunt me. Well, she’s not technically mine but… it’s on my to-do list. Let’s just say everyone in our little hometown knows that Anniston McCallister is mine. No exceptions.
Guilt sits heavily on my chest as Sarah takes a punishing thrust. I imagine that she takes one for me because I’m an asshole and have to fuck my emotions for my best friend out on her. She takes one for Anniston, just in case she really did fuck Chase last weekend. And she takes one for Chase, because now, he’s a dead man.
I pound so hard into poor Sarah that she whimpers. I almost miss the sound as the bed frame crashes against the wall. Gripping the headboard for more leverage, the sound of wet, slapping skin joins the cacophony that is the melody of my sexy soundtrack. It’s music to my ears.
“Ahh!” Ans screams, then moans and whimpers.
And that, ladies, does it for me. My balls tighten, my head clouds, and my thighs tense. Holding my breath, I pause, feeling the cum travel from my balls to the head of my dick. And sweet, sweet Virgin Mary, my load shoots out, filling the condom to the rim. Damn, I needed that.
Exhausted, I collapse onto Sarah, breathing heavily. She immediately shifts out from under me, finding a better position at my side. I don’t usually flop down on my one-nighters but I’m exhausted and couldn’t care less about her comfort level at the moment.
“Okay. So now for the reason I called.” Without shame, Anniston continues with her conversation like she did not just get me off while I fucked another girl. If that’s any indication of how fucked up our relationship is, I don’t know what is.
“Give a guy some recovery time, shit.”
I look at my recent fuck. “I have to take this. I had a great time. I’ll see you around, okay Sarah? The bathroom is through there.” I point, indicating the general direction of the bathroom.
She stares at me blankly, like she isn’t sure if I am joking or not. I assure you, sweetheart, I am dead fucking serious. Her gaze shifts to my Bluetooth like she’s just noticing it.
“You are an asshole!” she shouts, snatching her clothes with one hand while trying to cover her tits with the other. It’s not like I wasn’t all up in that, but whatever makes her feel secure and get out quickly.
Looking back on her way to the hall, she flings, “It’s Sally!”
Damn. I was close.
“Anniston, you still there?”
She laughs. “You really are a dick.”
I shrug, tying up the condom and tossing it in the trash. After blowing my load I’m tired and my words come out harsher than I intend. “Do you need a favor or not? I’m ready for a big bowl of cereal and a nap, so spit it out.”
“Are you seriously snapping at me after I just got you off? You ungrateful bastard.”
“No, I’m sorry.” I exhale a deep breath. “I’m just hungry. You know how I am if I don’t get my sugar and nap after sex.”
She doesn’t speak, which could be a good sign or the calm before the storm. Trust me when I tell you the storm is more like a hurricane.
So I talk just to be talking. I’m not one for silence. It’s boring and I just don’t like it. “What favor do you need, Anniston, since apparently I owe you one?” I can’t lose the sarcasm but, hey, it’s talking.
She huffs, “Okay. So, you know I was going to Brad’s season-end party?”
“Yeah,” I respond, sniffing a shirt I find lying on the floor.
“Well, I was anticipating Brad stroking my kitty, if you know what I mean, but he is sloppy drunk and has only managed to find my asshole. Which wouldn’t be terrible if he wouldn’t rub it like he was trying to start a fire.”
I grimace. Brad is this AAA player Ans and I met during my stint in the minors. He took a liking to Anniston, and for some reason she still entertains his advances. He’s a grade A douche-canoe and an all-around idiot.
“I’m sure that’s the only hole he knows, Anniston. It surprises me that he invited you to the party and not me.”
Her deep belly laugh makes me smile. “You’re a liar. He is not gay and you know you were invited. Anyway… I am in his bathroom with the door locked and I need you to come get me.”
With a resigned sigh, I pull on a semi-clean shirt I find on the chair and grab the jeans next to it, pulling them over my hips sans underwear. I know what you’re thinking. Commando? Really? With jeans? Yes, they rub. No, they aren’t super comfortable but I’m tired and that’s how I roll when I am beat.
