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I drove with the windows down, listening to the playlist that made me feel calm but powerful. Almost like I was some mafia boss, capable of getting anything and everything.
It was a Friday night so of course parking wasn't easy. Thankfully I knew this place like the back of my hand, which kept the struggle to a minimum.
I entered the building and see the leather booths with matching pine tables and chairs. The straight, black, granite top of the bar is the newest thing here. The owner stores a few tables and chairs away during the weekends. Some of the younger people in town became part of the crowd once word got around that the place has a fully functional jukebox.
The bar had wanted to give them a bit more room to dance and socialize, at least when it got more crowded.
There was no room to sit tonight. Normally I'm here in the middle of the day when the throes of my unemployed life are sucking out my soul more than usual. Luckily, I was familiar enough with the bartender to be served my usual quickly.
I always savor my drinks, even the shots. Though I never get anything very strong. The taste of an almost sour vanilla makes me feel like I'm not the only one who has to live a shitty life they don't deserve. Knowing that other people are drinking to forget what they have to go through as well, it's comforting somehow.
I scan the room and imagine what the stories of those around me could be. There's a trio of girls in a booth by the window, laughing and giggling, just enjoying a night out. A large man with red eyes at the bar. I wonder if he's high or just finished crying, given that he's here I'd bet on the latter. Then there are maybe six people chatting and dancing near the jukebox. I imagine they're getting some more affordable drinks in them before they start a night of clubbing, that's what me and some friends do anyway. As they dance around, one grabs my attention.
She was in a short, strapless, dark purple dress that fell to her knees and hugged every curve of her. Black stilettos wrapped around her feet, and she was covered in silver jewelry that made her skin shimmer. She looked young and fun. She was young and fun. But the last time I saw Aubrey was before she dumped me for not holding a job.
All she did was stay home in one of those wearable blankets and read a book on her couch. She was cute when we were together, but now she's irresistibly sexy.
I'm so lost in admiration of my ex, that the only thing that snapped me out of it was a strong scent of body odor. At first I thought I worked up a sweat because of her. Though, as I'm checking my pits for stains, I see a large off-duty fireman with a stern and tired look right next to me. His face was stained in soot, and he was still in half his uniform with a white T-shirt.
It took me an embarrassing amount of time after our relationship to learn that Aubrey's books were all erotica. I should've known at first glance though. They say don't judge a book by its cover, but what else would it be if a half-naked, toned guy is staring right at you with fuck-me eyes?
Cowboys, pirates, and a variety of non-humans were what she always read about. A massive brute covered in dirt and sweat, alone while she looks like a magazine cover. This has to be a fantasy of hers.
As if on cue, Aubrey takes a glance at the man. I've never seen such a big grin on her. I watched her gaze narrow in on him with a bulge in her cheek from her playful tongue.
I remember the unforgivable drives of that tongue. God, it was like she would be trying to pull me inside out, as if she could never be satisfied.
Aubrey throws back a shot of clear liquid, and I watch as she struts over to the fireman with the confidence and grace of a tigress on the hunt. The scene was so surreal. Like someone else was controlling her movements, because there was no way that this was the same Aubrey I fell for.
I watch her drape an arm around him with the eyes of a siren. The man had barely glanced at the bar before giving Aubrey all his attention. He flashed a bright white grin at her— because who wouldn't be happy with the personification of pleasure and lust clinging to them.
Even though the pair were practically right next to me, I couldn't hear anything they said clearly. I could make out the muffled tones of a deep voice and some breathy giggles from Aubrey.
She had never acted like this with me. All the eyelash fluttering, lip biting, and chest caressing she gave him were never received by me. The more she flirted and teased, the more I felt my body tense up.
I've never experienced jealousy before. But watching another man have what I never got made my blood boil. It was infuriating to see how willing she was with him.
He had her wrapped around his finger so easily.
Aubrey looks down at the ground, feigning shyness, when finally— finally! She looks at me. For the first time since I've walked in, she noticed me. She remembers me. She gave me a smile, followed by a soft wave on her fingers before she leaned against the fireman and left the bar.
I was— stunned.
That— was all I got from her? I used to date her. I used to sleep with her, make her food, give her soft kisses. All I get is a wave!? It felt like my heart was breaking all over again.
No— no I needed better, I needed more. I took the rest of my drink in one gulp and got outside as fast as possible. I was just in time to catch a glimpse of Aubrey in the passenger seat of a white pickup truck as it left the lot.
“Dammit!”
With the Friday night traffic, there was no way I could follow them. My best shot was Aubrey's place, hopefully she doesn't spend the night with him. I jumped in my car and took the longest drive home I've ever had.
I climb the stairs to the third floor and stand in front of my apartment. I don’t have the keys to Aubrey’s anymore, but she was still my neighbor. That’s how we met. A mailing mix-up that turned into multiple ‘accidental’ bump-ins till I had the money for a proper date.
It was the exact story I’d tell my children.
Luckily for me, both Aubrey and I had balconies. I’ve never entered her place through the balcony before, but there’s a first time for everything. I just hope she hasn't moved.
I rush through my terribly unfurnished apartment to the sliding door. My balcony had always been empty, so it wasn't too difficult to jump over the railing and dangle from the edge.
Right in front of me was Aubrey's balcony. She preferred living in a home over an apartment. Unlike mine, her balcony was used. She had a few flowers growing in pots over the rails. Along with a cozy table and chair set up where she loved to read in nice weather.
Still, I was somehow able to swing and land in front of the sliding glass door without breaking or knocking anything over. The door opened with ease and I was greeted by her apartment.
The place was dark with no one inside. Aubrey was a fairly clean and organized person. Even with our breakup being only a few weeks ago, her place remained immaculate. The only proof of us being together were the flowers I bought for her birthday, wilting away on her dining room table.
I made my way to her bedroom, which was significantly cleaner than the rest of her place. She used to keep some couple’s photos of us on her nightstand, which are of course gone now.
There was only a new book, her water, and a vibrator that didn't seem to be cleaned. She must've passed out right after using it again.
My imagination placed her right in front of me, on the bed. Nude and ready. A hunger carved its way deep in my muscles. The sight of her creamed toy brought back all the memories we shared in her bedroom. I held the toy in my hands, her arousal falling to the carpet in flakes.
I brought the soft silicone to my face. I couldn't smell much of her on it. Without thinking, my tongue glided over the toy for just a hint of flavor. The taste of her was gone as soon as it appeared.
I sat down on her bed with images of her form running through my mind. The soft skin I couldn't keep my hands off of. The scent of peaches she always drowned in. The smile on her face as I thoroughly licked every inch of her pussy.
God I could taste her now.
I reached into my boxers and held my straining cock in hand. I remember the time Aubrey sat on my face. It was only once, but the memory of her body weight and warm thighs was so vivid, I was already in dire need of a rub.
I wrapped a firm hand around my shaft and pumped. The strong stroke got me harder but not close enough to release. I collected saliva in my mouth just to spit it in my hand. The slick glide turned my own hand into a warm, moist pussy.
I climbed my whole length. Dragging my fist from base to tip. Each stroke ended with a twist on my head and my entire body convulsing. Just a few more pumps and I was gone. My brain melted and my hips jerked for more. The orgasm crashed into me like a truck, soaking through my boxers.
With a muddled mind, I bring Aubrey's toy into the bathroom, cleaning it with soap and hot water. I slowly regained consciousness just in time to hear the front door close. The sound of Aubrey's loud yawn and back cracking echoed in the living room.
A quick peek in from the hallway showed her alone. Her clothes were askew and her hair was a mess. It certainly looked like she just got fucked. After taking her heels off she rested on her couch, seeming exhausted.
“Working late?” I poked my head from around the corner.
“Xavier?! How did you get in my house? What are you doing here? Do you still have my keys?!” She freaked out. Looking guilty despite me being the one who broke into her home.
“You know I don't have a key. Did you have fun?”
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
“Don't play dumb. You saw me at the bar. You know exactly what I'm talking about.”
“That's none of your business anymore. I dumped you, remember.”
“I don't care if you dismembered me! Did you fuck him!? You left the bar only twenty minutes ago yet you look like you were in a cage match!”
“Well, that's how long it took. I only needed twenty minutes with him.”
“Bull shit! Foreplay with you took longer than that!”
“No, foreplay with you took longer than that! I just got fucked stupid, Xavier! Only a real man can do that!”
She paused to cool down, baring her teeth.
“In less than twenty minutes, I was thrown into the bed of a truck. My panties were ripped because he wasn't able to wait. I was stretched and filled to the point of insanity and came twice before he flipped me to my stomach. At that point I couldn't keep my own body up, but it didn't matter. He just took a hold of my hips and lifted my ass in the air, then pounded into me harder. I've never had better sex. To be used and abused by the raw strength of a man was exhilarating. You've never been capable of rutting me like an animal. That's why I never got off fucking you.”
She bumped my arm, headed to the bathroom— pissed. I repeated her words in my head. Listening to her speak so harshly of me stung. The one thing I felt like I was good at was just ripped away from me by her bare hands. Now she's left me alone to simmer in the backlash while she washes the after-sex sweat off her.
My teeth clenched tight as I listened to the running shower. I knew Aubrey was in there, warm and soaking wet. Knew another man had just seen her naked, stuck his cock in one of her holes. That same man got her to fucking cum too. A stranger had the experience of watching Aubrey lose her mind on his dick. I never got that.
It should've been me!
I was fueled by rage and stripped my clothes off. A splintering sound came from the door when I barged into the bathroom. The now clean vibrator caught my eye. I wasn't sure how this would go, so I grabbed it as backup. Not a second later I threw the shower curtain open, seeing Aubrey wet and naked. It was like she was staring in a smut scene specifically curated to have me drooling.
“Xavier! What're you doing!? Put your clothes back on and leave!”
I didn't listen to her. I stepped into the shower and enjoyed the feeling of watching her hesitantly shrink back. She'd never looked so small and vulnerable before. The sight of her alone was a perfect feast for the salivating predator inside me.
“I'm sorry baby girl. Unfortunately, you pushed me past my breaking point. You've lost all your power against me.”
I pressed my body against hers, keeping her pinned between me and the wall. I gripped a fistful of her dark hair in my hand and inhaled the scent on her neck.
I could smell her shampoo and sweat. There was still a trace of her arousal from her previous company. But once I caught a whiff of another man's musk mixed into the sugar of her skin, I only saw red.
The arousing sight of her combined with my anger gave me the strongest erection I've ever had. My cock was pinned between us, the tip aligned with her navel.
“If you want to get fucked like a dog then that's exactly what I'll give you. Unless you can't handle it—”
She didn't say a word, just stared at me blankly in frustration and annoyance. The water hitting us remained warm on my skin when she answered me with a crooked smile.
“Oh please!” Her eyes rolled, mocking me. “I doubt you could deliver.”
“Oh-ho ho ho.” I released her hair to wrap my hand around her neck. “Be careful what you wish for—”
A primitive growl clawed its way out of my throat, I've never felt so feral in my life. The smug look on Aubrey's face egged me on. Her fucking attitude fueled my need to have her finally tremble in my hands.
Keeping the vibrator in my other hand, I grabbed her thigh. I lifted the soft, smooth leg till I had her knee resting on my hip. There was no patience left in my body to line up with her properly. My cock surged into her within the second. Her ass slammed into the wall and her breath got caught in her throat.
She was already soaked and warm inside, I've never had her raw before. I was always too considerate of her. That's all out the window now.
I pulled out of her just as fast, leaving only the tip inside. Over and over again I made sure the loudest sound in the apartment was the wet clap of her punishing pussy.
Aubrey's never been so tight before. The accordion-rims bared down on my shaft like I wasn't allowed to leave her. Each ramming thrust inside her had a suffocating grip on my cock.
I was beginning to break, the strength of her already had me leaking inside. One look at her face showed what I was after. Red skin, hanging jaw, and a string of saliva in her mouth. Her eyes looked wet, like tears were building inside her.
“Xavier. I can't. It's— every— where.”
“Don't even think about it!” I strengthened my grip on her neck. Aubrey's eyes and mouth open wide as I limit the flow of oxygen to her head even further. “You aren't done until I say you're done. You don't cum without my permission. You don't leave without my permission. You don't even breathe— without my permission. Understood.”
“Yes sir.” She squeaked.
“Good. Good girl. Keep that pussy nice and tight for me.”
I let my eyes drift shut and watched the stars blooming behind them. The grip from Aubrey built a strong tension in my body. It was like her womb was playing tug-of-war with my dick.
The mesmerizing push and pull I took from her pussy nearly had me slowing down. She was bringing me closer to the edge with every entry. I needed to change my tempo.
My breathing matched with the path of her addicting channel. I pulled out on slow, deep breaths, focusing on the air in my lungs to distract the tingling in my cock. Then, I slammed into her with the full force of my hips. Her ass would hit the wall and hide the savage groans that stirred throughout my veins.
The tighter her hold got, the firmer my fist. Every pulverizing force I drove into her corresponded with a sweet, broken moan. The sight of her arousal streaking my cock on every escape, turned me into a greedy man.
I let go of her neck. Her heavy upper body fell to my shoulder. I let myself slowly sink into her till I was buried up to the hilt. I held us there. Gliding my hands over her bare thighs, sinking them into the soft globes of her ass. The slick wall behind her aided my efforts of hoisting her against it.
She was just as light as I remembered. Maybe even more so with all the extra time I've had in the gym here lately. I pushed her deeper into the tile, shifting her body to just one of my arms. Aubrey had a hold on my shoulders to keep herself steady.
The shower stream ran over our conjoined bodies like a soothing rain. Holding her up, I click the vibrator on. The steady pulse of the toy threw water off just as quickly as it caught it. Aubrey's drained body perked back up when the silicone grazed her side.
“Xavier. You can't use that, I haven't cleaned it yet.”
“Shhh. You should know by now that I will do everything I can to take care of you.” I press the toy firmly to her clit. Without moving, Aubrey was clamping down around me. Her warm thighs pull my waist in as she struggles to form coherent words. “Oh, do you want to cum, baby?”
“Mmhmm.” Her hips start moving with her lip in her mouth. I can faintly feel the toy around me inside.
“Well if you think you can cum, then cum.”
She grinds into the vibrator harder. I feel the squeeze of her channel as my tip is dragged along the top of it.
Just as her tempo falls out of place, I switch the toy off.
“No, nooo! Xavier.” She whined. “Put it back.”
“Oh, you don't want me to do that.”
She grinds on me as she speaks, keeping that same bratty tone. “Why not?!”
“Well, if I did that, then I couldn't take it off. You wouldn't want that.”
She stares at me with hooded eyes and a childish grin, “I'd be okay with that.”
I smile back at her, and give her exactly what she's asking for.
I thrust into her like a madman, the vibrator back on her clit as promised. Her walls gained a mind of their own, practically stroking me themselves as I pounded into her. Aubrey's hands planted on my shoulders and tried to lift her body higher as she came. I kept going. Her cunt was trying to push me out as the orgasm took over her body.
I kept her suspended in that dramatic moment of pure bliss. When she finally came back down, her body couldn't handle what she'd been begging for.
“Xavier— stop stop stop. I can't— it's— haa-ah.” Her second orgasm came almost immediately. Aubrey's usual moans of pleasure were broken by her struggle to catch air in her lungs.
She was so tight now that the vibrations had consumed every inch of my cock. I moved harder— faster, then I was gone. I didn't pull out of her, just sat inside as I filled her up with my seed. It felt like everything that made me a man was taken by her.
Her legs shook violently over my waist. I could hear her choking on air next to my ear. I kept the vibrator on her, holding her in that desperate state.
“Are you gonna cum again?”
“No! Please!” I could hear the tears in her voice. “Ah— can't— ho— gean.”
“Oh yes you can. You can go again. You're already so close. Cum again, cum for me.”
Aubrey was thoroughly broken. Her scream pierced through the room before she sank her teeth into my shoulder. Her canines dug into me in an almost painful way, saliva dripping down my back, hot air blowing on my skin.
The strength of the toy weakens before dying in my hand. Like a flipped switch, Aubrey loses consciousness and becomes dead weight on top of me.
I hold her tightly as she slumbers, taking her out of the shower and drying her off. I carry her to the bed and just marvel at her. She was soft and malleable beneath my touch. Her warm bed was so inviting. I hold her in my arms, decorating my sleeping beauty in soft kisses.
“You're not going to leave me again, I'll make sure of it.”