I needed to get laid. 2 more weeks in the woods just bred more desperation. I’d been eyeing him for a long time, meditating on what it would be like when we fucked, because it was inevitable. Cody touches me, grabs my arm, strokes my shoulder, every time I pass him. I signaled back. Leaned back into him as he hovered over me against the wall outside the bar as I took a drag. I squeezed his arm sweetly as I snuffed out my cigarette and brushed past him, grazing skin of my shoulder on the skin of his arm.
I told him frankly that I had needs to be met. I told him I was currently reviewing options for the night. He asked for my number before I departed.
I texted Stan. I was willing to take mediocre sex for the luxury of not running the risk of getting fired by booty calling my coworker.
Laying in Stan’s bed, he ran his hands up my thigh. Cody texted me. He was closing up the bar and talking dirty to me while he wiped down the counters. I picked up my phone to respond. The initial texting went ignored by Stan while he focused on running his palms against my skin, but after about the 4th exchange of raunchy banter with the hotter man on the other end, Stan confronted me.
“What’s going on? Is everything alright?”
“Oh, these people staying over at my house keep asking me questions about where I am.”
“Fuck em. You can do what you want.”
Cody is a freak. He was getting me worked up with all his questions. What do you not like to do? Do you like to be restrained? Spanking? Choking? Name calling? If you don’t give me answers, I will just have my way with you how I please.
I asked him if he wanted to fuck tonight. He warned me that it would be better if I got to know him better. That he likes things a bit rough. I pleaded. I think he had his mind made up on fucking me that night but wanted to leave me hanging. I asked him again. I insisted. He told me that he would love to fuck me now.
“I have to go.”
“Why? You just got here.”
“The guests at my house won’t settle down. I feel bad just abandoning them.”
How cruel of me to drop in so late just to run off towards another fuck. Oh well.
Cody cordially met me on the street and lead me through the back porch of his house like a gentleman. Once through the gate he pulled me hard by the hips into his body, like trying to absorb me into him. He put a hand on the back of my head so I couldn’t pull out of the kiss. I tested the waters and pulled back. He grabbed the locks of my hair and pulled my head up towards his face nearly lifted my body up to his height. A hand went down my pants and rubbed on my clitoris. It was a rush so intense I started pulling away, causing him to jerk me closer and his fingers thrust deep inside of me.
I wanted to be bad. I wanted to resist and fire him up. Every time he asked for me to do something, I would smirk and stare into his eyes, awaiting punishment. He punished me. He slammed me against the wall, he turned me around and pulled me hard against his body. He tied my hands behind my back. He bent me over and pushed hard into me.