That's Us

Fantasy

Impatient and horny as hell, I threaded my fingers into his soft blond hair and kissed the s**t out of him. My pelvis pressed against his c**k and mimicked the movement of my tongue swirling around his, earning me another one of Ken’s deep, p***y-vibrating moans. Without warning he broke the kiss and pulled away, giving me a cute, chastising look for not playing by his rules.

Ken wrapped his rough, permanently oil-stained mechanic’s hands around my milky white ribcage and hoisted me up so that my left n****e was lined up with his mouth. “Perfect little t**s,” he whispered, almost to himself, then hummed quietly as he ran the seam of his lips across my ultra-sensitive pink flesh, his lip ring clinking and pulling against my n****e ring with every

pass. My c**t throbbed. My panties were soaked. I needed some kind of relief, but Ken had me suspended above him so that there was nothing for me to grind against.

A whimper escaped my lips as I ran my nails along Ken’s scalp to the back of his head and gently pressed his face into my breast. Taking pity on me, Ken finally sucked my left n****e into his mouth and rubbed the pad of his thumb aggressively over my right. My head rolled back when he switched sides and captured my right n****e ring with his teeth. Keeping one hand firmly around my waist, Ken made sure I couldn’t plop back down on his lap and find my release. I was so close… “If I let go, do you promise to stay just like this?” I looked down at him and shook my head no. “What if I promise to do the same thing to your p***y?” His eyes twinkled up at me.

“Pinkie swear?” Ken held up the pinkie with the Y on it and smiled. I let go of his head with one hand and linked my little finger with his. As we’d done a thousand times before, Ken and I locked eyes and leaned in, kissing each other’s pinkie in unison before letting go. It was what we did. We played like kids and f****d like champions. I craved spending time with Harley because, even though he was five years older than me and no stranger to our local correctional facility, he reminded me that I was still a teenager. At school I worked my ass off to graduate early with honors. At work I worked my ass off to pay for basic necessities like gas and cigarettes and tiger-striped velour leggings. But with Ken I just… laughed. And came. And laughed some more. Ken expertly peeled my tight black jeans and panties off in seconds flat before returning me to my previous upright straddle position. Grabbing my ass with both hands, Harley suddenly lifted me so high I had to grab the sides of his head to keep my balance. Placing my shins on his shoulders and my

knees on the back of the couch, Ken maneuvered me so that my sopping wet p***y was an inch from his mouth. Flashing me a look that said he was up to no good, Ken bit down on the end of the steel barbell between my

legs, then wrapped his lips around my c**t and hummed.

A few flicks of Ken's tongue mixed with the vibration of his low moans had me writhing against his face, teetering on the edge of orgasm. So this is a hummer, I thought. Holy s**t. Just as I was about to explode, Ken stood, causing me to react and clutch his beautiful blond head even tighter, holding on for dear life. Ken held on tight to my ass, keeping me upright, and chuckled into my s*x as he kicked over the remnants of my chastity wall and splayed me out on my back in the middle of the living room floor, never taking his face away from my core. As he continued to lick and nip and suck and hum just lightly enough to prolong my torture, Ken began to unfasten the buckle on his studded leather belt. Thank f*****g God, I thought as I clawed at his T-shirt, wrestling it over his head just as he got his fly open.I practically pulled Ken’s face up to mine by his ears. I was beyond

done being teased and needed his f*****g c**k like I needed my next breath. As I lifted my head to taste myself on his mouth I lifted my hips to meet his hot, welcome member.

Evidently, Ken was done playing games too. Hovering over me, veins bulging out of the tattooed forearms he clamped himself on, almost all traces of his playful persona were gone. Ken’s eyes darkened to navy pools as the tip of his c**k slid through my slippery folds, seeking entrance. In one swift thrust Ken filled me to bursting, growling into my mouth and grabbing fistfuls of my hair as my inner walls struggled to accommodate him. Ken stayed buried inside me, grinding his pelvis against mine as he whispered into my ear. “Goddamn, baby. You’re so tight. Did that hurt?” “Mmmmm…” I hummed appreciatively, unable to form words. The fullness was overwhelming in the best possible way. “Mmmmm?” he answered back. I could feel his smile against my cheek.

Capturing Ken's ear lobe between my lips I hummed, “Mm hmm,” then rolled him onto his back and finally claimed his mouth like I’d been dying to since the moment he told me he was never going to wash his hand again. Not one to relinquish the upper hand so easily, Ken grabbed my hips with both hands and thrust into me from underneath. The moan that escaped his mouth reverberated down to my swollen, sensitive flesh, causing my insides to contract in torrents of pleasure. I bit down on his shoulder to stifle my scream as Ken ignored my orgasm and continued thrusting— prolonging my ecstasy until his c**k swelled and jerked inside me. I woke up, adrift on a scattered sea of envelopes, sore and sated. Two thick and thoroughly tattooed arms were squeezed down around my waist, the only things keeping me from floating away on a foggy cloud of pheromones

and happiness. That is, until I realized that the ridiculous Jamaican accent coming from the TV belonged to the one and only Miss Cleo I wriggled out of Ken’s embrace and darted around the room, gathering my belongings and snatching and swatting at the square pieces of paper that were stuck all over my naked body. Where each envelope had been, an intricately penned name or address was left behind, in mirror image, on my skin.

I felt like I was that guy in the movie Fifty shades of grey. He couldn’t form new memories, so he had all his most pertinent information tattooed on his body backward, so he could bring himself up to speed every morning when he looked in the mirror. Only, my particular affliction wasn’t that I couldn’t remember—it was that I just wouldn’t f*****g learn. I was livid. This was exactly what I’d known was going to happen if I came over because it was exactly what had happened every time I came over.

Ken would wait until it was almost time for me to leave, and then he’d get all flirty. If that didn’t work, he would go straight for pouty wrinkling his brow, puffing out his big, fat bottom lip, and blinking his beautiful blue puppy-dog eyes at me until I was riding his c**k. I had to roll Ken’s massive, snoring body over to snatch up the last of

my invitations, but that easygoing motherfucker just snorted and curled up around one of the skull throw pillows I’d made during my decorating frenzy like it was a teddy bear. He really was just a big kid. I took one long last look at Ken's sleeping baby face, pompadour of

sunny-blond s*x hair, and inked-up muscles clutching my pillow, and I choked back a sob. This man was trouble with a capital rubble. Even though he’d said he wanted the best for me and supported my plans, in just a few

months, I’d let my obsession with this modern-day rebel without a cause destroy my perfect 4.0 GPA and ruin my relationship with my parents. Now, I’d let him come between me and my freedom. With the sting of unshed tears in my eyes and the grip of a vise around my

chest, I took one last mental picture of the cuddly s*x machine at my feet, turned on my unlaced boot heel, and drove the ever-loving s**t out of my beloved Mustang one last time before turning the keys over to my seething

father, who was waiting for me on the front porch when I got home. Neither of us said a word during the exchange.The next morning, I suffered through my first three classes in silence. My whole body ached from the night before, primarily from sleeping on the floor, and my eyes were puffy from crying myself back to sleep once I’d

gotten home. A few patches of carpet burn had made themselves known throughout the day as well. None of it held a candle, however, to the agony I was feeling over having to leave Ken. He had been my daily source of fun, flattery and affection for the last six months. Leaving him behind to trudge into the dark waters of adulthood alone felt terrifying. But how would I ever become a successful

college-educated grown-up when my boyfriend was the world’s worst influence, his sexy wink and wicked grin undermining all my attempts to be responsible? I was in such a fog of despair that I almost walked straight into him as I made my way to the smokers’ corner of the parking lot during my lunch break.

Ken caught me in his big arms and hugged me like he hadn’t seen me in days. It was a shock to my already fragile psyche to see him so out of context. I didn’t exactly hug him back, but I let those warm arms squeeze a little of the frost out of my heart before I craned my neck to look at his worried face. “What are you doing here? You got kicked out, remember? If anybody sees you here, they’ll call the f*****g cops!” I could feel the stares from all around. It wasn’t every day that dangerous-looking man covered in tattoos and sporting a black beanie sauntered onto campus and snatched up a female student, especially one who’d been expelled four years prior and was practically worshipped by every kid rebellious enough to smoke at school. “I had to see you and make sure you were okay.” Ken looked like hell—well, sexy as hell—but he did need a shave, was wearing the clothes I’d peeled off of him the night before, and his usually baby-blue eyes were pink-rimmed and at half-mast. “Did they take your car?” I simply nodded and turned my attention to the ground, willing my eyes to dry up, before I chanced another glance up at him. “I’m so f*****g sorry, baby.” Kem held my head to his chest and

smoothed his fingers over my messy purple bob. “When I woke up and you were gone, I went f*****g nuts. I just had this feeling like…like I was never gonna see you again. I wanted to come get you