SIN & SEDUCTION

Chapter 5; Spreading My P*ssy For Two (1)

Valerie

I sit on the edge of Cannon’s bed in his off-campus apartment, legs crossed, watching him dig through a drawer for a clean shirt.

The birthday cake I brought sits half eaten on the desk and two candles lean sideways in the melted frosting.

His father is out of town at some conference, so the place is quiet except for the low music coming from the speaker on the floor.

Cannon turns around and catches me looking, he smiles that slow smile I know too well and walks over. He pushes my knees apart and steps between them, his hands settle on my thighs.

“Happy birthday,” I say again, even though I already said it twice.

He leans down and kisses me, it starts soft, just our lips but I open my mouth and he deepens it right away. His tongue slides against mine.

I taste the cheap beer he drank earlier and one of his hands slides higher under my skirt until his fingers brush the edge of my underwear.

I let out a moan into his mouth and he responds by kissing me harder.

He keeps kissing me while his hands move over my body, he cups my p***y through the thin fabric, presses two fingers against the damp spot already forming there.

I rock against his hand without thinking. When he finally pulls back, my lips feel swollen and my breath comes faster.

“What do you want for your birthday?” I ask in a whisper.

Cannon’s eyes lingers on my mouth, keeping one hand between my legs, rubbing slow circles.

“Will you do anything to make me happy?” he asks.

I laugh under my breath and nod. “Yes.”

He kisses me again, deeper this time. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer until he is almost lying on top of me.

The bed creaks, his weight presses me into the mattress. I can feel how hard he is against my thigh.

His hand slips inside my underwear now, two fingers sliding through my wetness and pushing inside my already wet p***y.

I gasp into the kiss, he thrusts his fingers in and out while his thumb finds my c**t and rubs in tight circles. I move my hips to meet every stroke.

We make out like that for several minutes, kissing, touching, grinding. I get so wet that his fingers make soft wet sounds every time they move.

He pulls them out only to push my skirt higher and yank my underwear down my legs.

I help kick them off, then he is back between my thighs, kissing my neck, my collarbone, the top of my breasts where my shirt has ridden up. I reach for his belt, open it, and get my hand inside his jeans. He is thick and hot in my palm. I stroke him while he keeps kissing my mouth like he cannot get enough.

Cannon pulls back just enough to look at my face. His fingers are still inside me, thrusting slowly and deeper.

“I’d like to share you with another man,” he says.

The words land flat and clear in the quiet room.

I freeze, my hand stops moving on him. For a second I think I misheard.

“What?”

“I want to watch another guy f**k you,” he says, still calm. “I want to share you with another guy.”

I shove his chest hard enough that he has to catch himself on the mattress. I sit up fast, yanking my skirt back down.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

“You want to pass me around like some toy?”

“It’s not like that,” he replies in a defensive tone. “Come on babe, you have to listen to me.”

“It is exactly like that.” My voice rises. “We’ve been together seven months and this is what you ask for on your birthday?”

Cannon sits up too and he doesn't even look sorry. “You said you’d do anything to make me happy.”

“I didn’t mean let some stranger stick his c**k in me while you watch!”

“He’s not a stranger. I already thought about who.”

I stare at him. The heat that was in my body a minute ago turns into something cold.

“You’ve been planning this?” I ask in complete shock.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” he says.

I stand up so fast the bed shifts. I find my underwear on the floor, step into them, and pull them up with angry jerks. My hands are shaking.

“You’re sick.”

“I’m honest, Vee,” he tries to explain.

“Honest?” I laugh so hard with anger stirring in my heart. “You had to wait until I’m wet and touching you, then you drop this on me?”

Cannon rises to his feet. He is still hard, the front of his jeans open but he does not try to touch me again. “I want it. I want to see you take someone else. And I want to hold you open for him, that would make me happy.”

“Stop talking,” I yell in rage.

“You asked what I wanted.”

“And now I know.” I grab my bag from the chair. “I’m leaving.”

“Don’t.”

“I am.” I head for the door, my cheeks burn. I feel stupid for how ready I was thirty seconds ago.

Cannon follows me into the short hallway. “Can we at least talk about it?”

“There is nothing to talk about.” I yank the door open. The hallway light outside is too bright. “You want to share me with some i***t out there, I don’t want it. End of discussion.”

“You’re overreacting, baby.”

I turn around in the doorway. “No, you’re underreacting to how f****d up that request is.”

He leans against the wall, arms crossed. “I love you. That hasn’t changed.”

“Love doesn’t sound like, let another man f**k my girlfriend.”

He sighs deeply.“ But it does to me.”

I shake my head. The cake on the desk looks ridiculous now, the candles have burned down to little stubs. I want to throw the whole thing at the wall but I do not. I just step out and pull the door shut behind me harder than I need to.

The stairwell is empty, my footsteps echo as I go down. Outside, the night air feels colder than it should.

I walk fast toward the bus stop without looking back at his building. My body still remembers his fingers and his mouth, and that only makes the anger worse.

I keep replaying the moment he said the words, the calm way he looked at me while he asked for something I never thought he would want.

By the time the bus comes I have decided I am not going to be his girlfriend anymore.

I sit in the back seat and stare out the window, my jaw tight and my legs pressed together, the wetness between them already cooling and turning uncomfortable.

My phone buzzes once, I last twenty seconds before I look.

“Come back Vee. Let me finish what I started on the bed. I am sorry if I hurt your feelings. Alright, there won't be any sharing. Just my mouth on you until you can’t stay angry. I’ll never bring it up again.”