Dirty Little Freaks (7 page)

After Hush picks up the tab, we head into the street and walk a couple of blocks over to catch a cab. Eva and I occupy the second floor of a three-story heritage conversion off Main Street. It’s a really nice house, I could never afford it without Eva’s parent’s money, but I’ve learned to swallow my pride years ago. Without her I’d be taking the train in from Surrey to my shitty job instead of taking a fifteen-minute bus ride to get downtown.

The four of us pile into the back of the taxi that stops, we give the driver our address and settle in. It’s crowded and it’s going to take twice as long to make it home, we make small talk with the driver until Eva and Diesel fall into each other’s arms and start making out next to me. Us girls are in the middle, the guys on the outside. I can feel Eva wiggling her ass next to mine as she grinds against Diesel. I lean away from her, to the right, and end up pressing myself even harder against Hush. God I love this man, his hard body fits mine so perfectly, there’s none of the awkward crashing of limbs or the painful cramping that often comes with embracing a new person. We are maybe meant to be together, at least for a little while.

He leans over me and kisses the top of my head, I tilt up to face him and he catches my breath as he pushes down on me, kissing me hard. He bites my lower lip and holds the back of my head with his hand, the other arm envelopes me as his tongue finds mine. I go limp, pretty much swooning again, what the fuck? Most of my sex occurs with the
Pretty Woman
rule in mind, no kissing, and I’m like a sexual stage director, I am always in charge of where things go. Here I am letting him kiss me, hold me, caress me like I’m his fucking girlfriend.

I want to be his girlfriend, and I hate this. I hate this lack of control. But I want him, I want to fuck him, to love him, to submit to him and see where this will all take us.

At our place he pays the driver and we head upstairs. I don’t even remember the walk up, the moment we’re inside we separate, Eva and Diesel off to her room in the back of her house, and Hush and I to mine, at the front off the living room. I know we leave a trail of clothes as we edge towards my door, our lips sealed together like two starving creatures seeking sustenance.

Finally we get there, I kick my door closed with my foot as we pass through and we pull apart. We stand there looking at each other, he’s been inside of me twice now, fingered my pussy in public, made me whine like a bitch in heat, and suddenly I feel shy.

“I want you down,” he says, taking the pressure off me. I’m relieved that he’s taken charge, but I narrow my eyes and look at him. Should I do it immediately, or make him work for it a little.

Fuck, of course I’ll make him work for it. Even with Disney bluebirds flying around my head as I crush on my perfect punk rock God, as much as I crave his cock and want to run my hands over his hard stomach, I have to make him work for it. It’s in my nature.

“What do you mean?” I say and blink rapidly, doing my best impression of a dumb blonde.

He moves towards me and towers over my short frame. I’m so hot for him that I will definitely do anything he wants, but I need to struggle a little, for my last shred of dignity. “You know exactly what I mean,” he replies, his voice low and thick with lust.

“I’m not sure, down where?” I blink again and suppress a giggle.

“So you want it like this, do you?” he replies. “I can’t say I’m surprised.” He grabs my wrists and looks me in the eye. “If you feel like I am overwhelming you at any time, yell fencepost and I’ll stop.”

“You mean our safe word?” I laugh. He’s not kidding though, I see that immediately after.

“Yes, our safe word,” he pushes me to my knees before I can react. I gasp at the speed in which he has me on the floor. His hand still encircles my wrists, I feel tiny in his grasp.

“Fencepost?” he asks me, his eyebrows raised with a sardonic twist to his lips. I think he wants me to back out, but of course I won’t, I can’t.

I look at him from on my knees, I make sure to look up through my eyelashes to enhance my features and deliberately say, “Not even close.”

“Good,” he replies and uses his free hand to unbutton his jeans and lower the zipper deliberately, painfully slow. I am impressed at this skill and realize I am about to finally see his cock. I am almost drooling in anticipation as he wiggles slightly and pulls it out.

In every woman’s mind when she’s about to see a man’s cock for the first time, there’s a point where she starts to worry about it. I know size apparently doesn’t matter, but give me a thick slab of meat any day of the week honestly. It might just be me, but I’m always worried I’ll be stuck with a little dick every time I get naked with somebody new. It’s worse if you like him, you pray to whatever God you are calling out to that night that he’ll have a good one, just in case you end up riding it more than a few nights.

Thank you Jeebus. It is magnificent.

He releases my wrists and I wrap my hands around the throbbing flesh, drinking in the sight of his dick. It’s got to be almost nine inches, and so thick I can barely get a hand around the base. He’s cut, the head is a luscious pink that’s begging to be kissed, and I am dying to wrap my lips around it, to see how much of it I can take. Fuck, I love a challenge.

But I want him to make me. I look up at him, at this angle he is even more delicious, he is commanding and almost intimidating, but I suddenly want him to be forceful.

I know I must look amazing from his point of view, I might look like a lame fucking creeper when I’m trying to flirt, but I know I look incredible when I’m ready to fuck.

“What do you want me to do with it?” I ask him from under my lashes.

Hush laughs. “You really do want to play, don’t you?” He grabs the back of my head and pulls my face to his cock. I can’t help myself, I open my mouth and close my eyes, I want to taste him, to eat him up. He grips my hair and gives me a small shake, I open my eyes and look up questioningly, poised a hair’s width from his cock head. “I want to see your eyes when you suck me like a nasty whore,” he says and caresses my jaw line with his other hand. “I want to see you get so hot that you’re ready to beg me to fuck your pussy, so leave your eyes open, babe.”

“Ok,” I whisper, lick my lips and let him impale my face on his cock. I choke, I mean I fucking love cock sucking, I’m almost a pro, but he gags me with his girth. This is a totally different level, I’ve never had my lips stretched so wide, and I get a thrill race through my body thinking about him splitting my pussy lips with this bad boy.

I relax and force my throat to open, I almost feel Zen in my calm acceptance of his control, he holds my head still so I am unable to wiggle away or back up off his cock. He is fucking my face, a steady rhythm that I handle like a five-dollar hooker. I look up at him, he is staring at me with his eyes alight, lust burns there. I reach up and tug at his shirt, slide my hands underneath and feel his hard abs; his body is out of this world. I tug his shirt up and he gets the hint.

“You want this off?” he asks and smiles. “How bad? If I strip for you, are you going to strip for me?”

I nod my reply and try to squeeze some words out around him; it’s the best I can do with him filling my mouth with his thickness. With a cock in your mouth, you speak only in vowels and gestures. He slides the tee shirt over his body and tosses it somewhere behind him. I am rewarded with the sight of his incredible body, out of this world, the best I’ve had the pleasure of being attached to. I was right, his tattoos encircle his pecs, beautiful black outlines with some bright colour. A Phoenix from mythology wraps around his ribcage, the fiery feathers edging down along the side of him, and disappear into his pants. I tug at the waistband, slide my mouth off his cock and tease, “Come on, aren’t these getting a little too tight?”

“I like your enthusiasm,” he teases back and pulls them down to kick them off. He’s apparently commando tonight, but if I had a dick that impressive, I don’t think I’d want it caged either. Actually, if I had that between my legs, I’d probably whip it out and show people on a continuous basis...when I wasn’t hiding in my room playing with it that is.

Our intermission is over, his face become fierce with concentration, he puts a hand back behind my head and drags me down onto his shaft. I no longer gag on his huge member when the head hits me deep in my throat. Like a sword swallowing sideshow freak, I am enjoying the theatrics of this performance. I moan and wiggle my ass, I wish I could be filled from both ends, but only want him, if only I could clone him.

He moves his hips faster, pushing himself in and out of me, he grasps a handful of hair, as much as he can get, and pins me against his cock. My mouth is so full I can barely breathe. I manage to get air through my nostrils as saliva and pre-cum ooze down my chin. I am on fire, electric current travels from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, I can almost visualize my body’s response to his domination of me. I am his whore, his slut, his bitch and his Goddess, on my bare knobby knees in my bedroom. He has become the master, taking over my space and my body, and I never want him to go.

And that scares me. How normal this seems, how little I want to struggle and how much I want him to use me, to mess me up and destroy me...then pick me up and pull me back together in his arms. I run my hands up and down the backs of his calves, his legs are solid muscle and I feel them quiver with each movement, he’s keeping his balance as he prepares to shoot his load into me, my first taste of his cum.

I can’t break eye contact. He is breathing heavily, and although it feels like it’s been like this forever, I know it’s only been a few moments. I feel smug at how quickly he’s going to explode, how much he must want me, but a little embarrassed at how much I want him, how desperate I am to taste him.

“Oh fuck Jade, I want to fill you with my cum,” he rasps suddenly. “I want to see you crawling on your hands and knees, wrecked and exhausted, all your holes dripping…” He tenses up and I feel his balls tighten, I grab them in one hand and cradle them gently as he presses himself against my face, I smell sweat and a musky, masculine scent, it turns me on as much as him face fucking me.

He pulls out suddenly, grabs his dick and starts stroking it. I reach up to draw it back in my mouth, but he loosens his grip from the back of my head and knocks my hands away. “Take off your shirt, let me see your tits,” he commands, his breathing ragged. I wiggle slowly out of my tee shirt, a snake-like motion, and slide it over my head. Fuck this is hot. I usually hate this part, the grand reveal of my less than adequate body. The look on his face as he watches me and masturbates is enough to inject me with all kinds of crazy confidence. This punk rock Disney prince wants to fuck me, and he wants it bad. Sexual desire kicks insecurity out the back door and I move like a fucking pole dancer.

Hush puts one hand on my shoulder and I watch his perfect face as he resumes his frenzied motion. His eyes are intense, locked on mine, and I feel glorious under his scrutiny. I reach up and cup his balls. I roll them gently in the palm of my hand and feel like the most powerful woman in the world right now, I am the centre of his world. I move forward and open my lips and poke my tongue out as if in communion. He doesn’t shove his cock back in my mouth though. He keeps jerking his rock hard shaft and keeps me a few inches away from it. I know he is going to cover me with his cum at any moment, and I want to help him get there. I take one finger and slide it into my mouth, cover it with hot saliva and the remains of his precum. He draws in a sharp breath and says “You are so fucking sexy, I am going to take my time with you after this, have you sobbing my name by the morning. It will be the only thing you know how to say. I’m gonna have you wiggling underneath me so many times you won’t know where your cunt ends and my cock begins.”

I believe him. I smile, and suck my finger again, adding extra lubrication, and reach around to finger his ass. He tenses when I find his entrance and loosens up as I work my forefinger inside. I cup his ass cheek in my hand and curl my finger at just to right angle to work his prostate. I am dying to have his cum inside of me any way I can, so I open wide and slide my mouth onto his cock once more, pulling him deep into the back of my throat with the finger up his ass. His entire body goes stiff, I can feel his muscles bulge, rock hard, he quivers and I know this is the release. My tension is so high at the moment that I convince myself I can feel his pleasure. Warm waves of orgasm travel from my pussy and I have to concentrate on his twitching cock so I don’t fall back with my eyes rolling in their sockets. He thrusts and grunts his finish, and I moan with him. I already want to sob his name and his cock hasn’t even met my pussy yet. What the fuck have I signed myself up for? I watch his face relax, he rubs his hand over his head and he laughs. I’m so startled I pull away and ask, “What’s so funny?” He doesn’t respond and I’m left there, half naked, cum running down my chin and my finger still up his ass. I reach the point where I’m almost feeling nervous when he looks down again and rubs the top of my head.

“Oh Jade, my fucking God, that was…” he pauses, runs his finger along my jaw line and continues “most definitely not funny. I needed that, it was such a release.” I am relieved and pull my finger slowly from his ass; he reaches down and helps me up.

“I thought you were losing your mind,” I say, “and I didn’t know if that was a good thing.”

“Oh, it is a good thing, and maybe you do make me a little crazy,” he replies and wraps his arms around me. “It’s a very good thing.”

“I need a drink, can I bring you something?” I ask, looking for a reason to go wash my stink finger.

“Vodka?” he asks and I nod yes as I leave. He’s pulling his socks off and heading towards my bed as I shut the door.

I make it to the bathroom without running into Eva and Diesel. The apartment is dark and quiet with just the faint bass of a television from the downstairs neighbor. Mr. McAdams, he must have fallen asleep with the late night news on again. The world feels normal out here, away from Hush. Even with the remains of the X in my veins tingeing the edges of things with a soft light, I can harden myself against the craziness that ensued so far. This is where I normally check the fuck out, but I broke one of my cardinal rules, never bring a dude back to your place. Fuck. I can’t run out, half naked, with nowhere to go. Besides, he’s Diesel’s best friend, it’s not like I can pretend I don’t speak English if I happen across him again in a year or two. Oh yeah, that doesn’t work by the way.