“So, what’s your favorite color ;)?”
Gross…Alex sighed, throwing her phone face down onto the mattress, half exhausted and half frustrated with each new DM on this stupid dating app. Swiping through each profile, she faced strangers and their dogs, cars, money, and half-assed bio’s. “Looking for a travel buddy!” Says the guy who’s never left his hometown. Or worse, Mr: “I’m looking for something real” and then sends a poorly lit dick pick at 3AM with a “your turn” attached. “Do you think it’s that crooked in person…or maybe it was the camera angle?” Alex mulled this around in her head a bit, getting a little too curious. At least it would be a funny story to tell the girls. “I’m serious, ladies, like a fucking perfect 90-degree bent dick. I felt like I was jerking off a damn candy cane!!!” Alex shook her head and giggled, sitting up from her bed and slinking to the bathroom for a nice hot shower. Being horny and lonely can make one desperate. Well, not “candy cane” desperate, but you get the idea.
Alex reached for the shower handle, letting the steam fill the room. She slipped off her panties and bra, feeling the heat on her skin. Looking in the mirror, she slowly started to play with her nipples. Something about a shower makes her ache to be touched. She slipped past the curtain directly into the hot water, letting it trail down her perfect tits and plump ass. Her mind drifted to when she and Dax shared some breathtaking, very pleasurable times in the shower. The way he would dominate her, pressing her body against the shower wall and gripping her thighs with his hands while sinking his teeth into her neck. Only parting her skin to move up to her ear.
“That’s a good girl, keep those legs wide open for me, and don’t cum until I say so,” Dax whispered.
As Alex’s mind traveled, so did her hands across her body to her warm aching mound. If only her hands could mirror Dax’s.
When Dax would wrap his hand around my throat, her fingers pumping in and out of her slit. How his cock would throb in me. Her breaths were getting shorter, her fingers speeding up, her body tensing from the pleasure. A moan slipped between her lips… and then, like a gunshot, bang! An intrusive memory of him cheating rang in her head.
Dax, the tall, dark, and handsome man with whom I believe there might be a future, is a real piece of shit. We all know how scumbags work, But Dax took it up a notch. He would fuck you hard and good, ensuring you were completely satisfied, and afterward, he would hold you tight until you both fell asleep. Dax sat right next to me, discussing possible names of the child we would have in the future. He was everything I was looking for. One day I came home early, wanting to surprise Dax. I headed to our room, and guess what? I found him in our bed with not just a woman but my now Ex-best friend Deb.
It’s safe to say that this ruined Alex’s mood and stopped the pleasure train in its tracks. She frowned. This doesn’t bother me anymore. It does. She turned off the shower and dried off before making her way into the kitchen. Alex held up a bottle of cheap wine and only for a moment debated whether or not she should grab a glass. Who am I kidding? We all know the goal is to grab the cheapest bottle of wine with the highest alcohol content for a reason. She twisted off the cap and, with one fell swoop, tipped the bottle and let it pour down her throat. One bottle turned into two..two and a half, three? That’s where things started to get fuzzy.
Fuck him, you know? She thought. How could someone pull the wool over her eyes like that? She hates him and hates how he broke her perception of herself. She truly felt like she would never love again. Part of her genuinely hoped he would choke on all his lies of love. Then again. She paused. He did things to me, to my body. He filled me up like no other man, making an orgasms rocket out of me. Does love really have anything to do with that? Her eyes met her phone.
I should text him.
NO! Alex, don’t be dumb.
But his cock…
NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!
This internal battle between herself and her desires got hazy from all the wine, and before she knew it, she drifted off to sleep.
“Hey- DELIVERED”
Dax was three beers and two shots deep at the night’s end. Strolling on the dimly lit street with, what was her name again? Kim? Kendra? Kelly? Shit, oh well. Let’s go with babe to be safe. Dax pondered, also recalling the time a few weeks back when he accidentally called a one-night stand Alex. Let us just say it didn’t end pretty unless your idea of pretty is getting a rather impressive (and he would admit) slap to the face just to be sent home with no one to hold his dick but himself. Alex knew her way around my body. How our bodies fit together was almost like someone made her pussy just for me.” Not that Dex was a religious man, but he would offer up his soul on his knees to worship her body. His act of sacrament kissing between her thighs and his penance all at once.
“So tell me about yourself!” Kim, Kendra, Kelly? said in a very peppy way.
Dex faked a smile bringing himself out of his head and back into reality. He leaned into her just an inch away from her ear, his breath tickling her neck.
“Well,” A smirk formed across his face.
What was once a game for him was now simply second nature. He knew how to please a woman. He could tell where her mind was going the second she agreed to have him walk her home.
Leaning towards almost towering over her Dax whispered “I’m a very… passionate man. Extremely dedicated to any task set before me, a people pleaser,”
One thing led to another, and Dax found himself in this stranger’s room, much like the night before with a different stranger. Blonde, brunet, young or old, it didn’t matter. Dax was what you called a free lover. He was willing to play if you piqued his interests and he thought you would make the night worth his time. Though things like this have recently been less fulfilling and more of a means to fulfill a primal urge since losing Alex. Trying to push her memories out of his head, he got to work.
Dax lifted up her tank top, letting her plump breasts bounce slightly, kissing down her chest, then stomach before slowly pulling down her thong. His mouth trailed lower, pulling her thighs apart before lapping up her juices. She arched her back from the sudden pleasure as he started pumping his fingers into her. A moan escaped her mouth as she closed her eyes. Dax hovered over her body, studying her facial expressions. He seemed to be playing her like a finely tuned instrument. Dax tugged at his manhood, letting it grow in his hands, never slowing down and keeping perfect rhythm with his other hand to increase her pleasure. Another moan escaped her mouth between her heavy panting. With one swift movement, he pushed his cock into her making her gasp and let out a loud wail, her hands gripping his forearms. Dax pressed deeper into her, thrusting his hips like her cumming was life or death. He could feel her pussy tighten around his member, his cue that she was almost there. Her nails dug into his arms as her body exploded with pleasure, howling then turned into a whimper as her eyes rolled back in her head.
Perfect, Dax thought as he flipped her over, propping her ass up and pushing down on her shoulders to bury her face into the pillow.
“My turn,” he playfully growled between gritted teeth gripping her hips and pounding himself into her. Her howels got louder once again as he watched her ass bounce off him repeatedly, faster and faster.
“I knew you would fuck like a whore when I first saw you,” Dax said in a deep grumble before releasing himself.
The liquid dripped down her back and thighs before they collapsed in the bed.
“Wow’ Kim, Kendra, or Kelly said quietly between gasps for air, rolling onto her side to face him with a smirk.
“That was great. You’re a very experienced lover… maybe we can do this again in the morning? I’m off tomorrow, so-” Dax abruptly cuts her off while pushing his hair back with his hand.
“I had a great time too, but I’ve gotta get going. It’s late, and I have to get back home before sunrise.” Dax said as he watched as her expression fell.
Nonetheless, Dax slipped his shirt over his head, buckled his pants, and put his phone and wallet in his back pocket. He placed his hand on the doorknob before quickly looking back at his newly added belt notch.
“It really was good. You’re hot, honest. I’m just not really-” Dax stopped speaking because no words seemed correct. Dax gave a small wave before exiting her apartment.
While Dax walked down the street towards his house, he reflexed on the evening. She was beautiful, had a great personality, and was excellent in bed. Hookups like this one tonight were hard. No matter how straightforward he was about his intentions, things always got too personal. His only goal was to make her feel good and never to hurt her.
He kicked a small pebble while turning onto his street. Dax thought
Maybe it was time to settle. Coming home to someone other than his goldfish would be nice again.
“NO!” Dax furrowed his brow. “Like that ended well the last time.”
Dax still loves Alex, but he hatted her right now, and what is hate, if not just the absence of being unable to express your love. He never fucked Deb and could never fuck her. He was loyal to Alex; if only she had heard him out, he could have explained what really happened, But Alex would not hear him out or even look at him. Three years down the drain for a misunderstanding.
Dax reached for his door and swung it open to a dark, cold flat. Lonely, empty, almost a poetic mirror image of how he’d been living these past 3 months. All because Deb was jealous. In fact, Deb wanted to steal him from Alex. She must have snuck in with the spare key they had given her to house sit occasionally and slipped into bed with him.
Dax stepped into what used to be the home they shared and plopped down on the bed, his head in his hands. She acted like She never gave a fuck about me. She acted like it was soo easy. Dax was right about one thing, she was a great actor. She packed up her things, moved out the very next day, and hadn’t spoken to him since. Just because you don’t reach out does not mean you don’t want to.
Ding! Dax’s phone vibrated,
“An unknown number – Hey.”
Fearing this could be an old booty call or, best case scenario, a wrong number, he swiped up and typed out a simple-
“Uh, hey. Who is this? – DELIVERED”
Alex awoke abruptly like a jolt of electricity at noon, with a stabbing headache setting in almost immediately after. Great, Alex, you did it again, really going places in life here. Her stomach flip-flopped as she covered her eyes with her forearm sunbeams coming through the blinds dancing across her supple, smooth skin. The warmth did feel good on her nude body. She tapped her other hand around the bed, searching for her phone. Dead. Great, looks like she forgot to charge it last night in her drunken stupor. She plugged it in and went to the kitchen for some hair of the dog and Tylenol. Anything to make this headache go away.
At the same time, just 2 streets over, Dax was rolling out of bed, still in last night’s clothes. He grabbed his phone and then peeled off his shoes, leather jacket, shirt, and pants, leaving a trail to the bathroom, turning on the shower while scrolling through social media. He set his phone down and then stepped into the hot water, letting it run down his pecs as he breathed a sigh of relief. About this time, Alex was starting to feel like herself again, and she walked over to her phone.
“One new notification.”
A text? From who? It has to be her mom or something, but then it hit her. Did I text Dax? She remembers telling herself how stupid that would be. Yet, her thump twitched as it hovered over the unopened message. She swiped up…
“Message from Dax”
Fuck! Alex thought.
“Dax – Uh, hey. Who is this?”
Alex was pissed. Who is this!? Oh, I don’t know, maybe your ex of three years!! Alex saw red.
Did he really already delete my number?
How dare he, I did everything for him, and he just forgets me like that?
Like nothing happened?
No, absolutely not.
She got dressed and set out to their old flat. The little voice in her head asked if she wanted to prove a point or just see him again. Either way, it would feel good to finally yell at him. Before she knew it, she was pounding at his door, boiling with rage.
Dax was mid-shower when he heard the banging, pissed off and a little scared. He stopped the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist.
Could it be that girl from last night? How the fuck does she know where I live?! Dax wondered.
He swung open the door.
“Can I fucking help y-” realizing that Alex was standing at the door, “Alex?! What the hell are you doing here fucking banging on my door like some psycho! I have neighbors!”
Psycho probably wasn’t the best pick in words because this made Alex explode.
“Oh, I’m the psycho? You think that it’s right in the head to fuck anything that walks?” she said while pushing past him into the flat and saw his clothes thrown across the floor. “Oh, classic, just like you. What, you had some girl over here last night? You can’t keep your dick in your pants, you narcissist!”
Dex dropped his arms in frustration, not believing what Alex had just said. How could he ever bring anybody here, the place where he lived with her, his one and only love of his life? Dax thought
“You broke up with me, Alex! We aren’t together. I can do anything I-” Alex cut him off.
“Oh, anything you want now?! It seems like you did anything you wanted when we were together.” Alex yelled.
Dax could feel himself shaking from anger at this point, he was tired of being painted as something he wasn’t, and he knew it wasn’t worth it.
“Oh, go fuck yourself, Alex.”
“Fuck me? FUCK YOU,” She growled back, moving an inch away from his face and jabbing her finger into his chest.
“YEA, fuck you, Alex” He grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back. She wiggled around, struggling to lash out at him further. He pinned her against the wall in hopes of getting her to stop.
“FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU, DAX!” She screamed.
Alex looked up at him, slightly relaxing her body, giving up, knowing he wouldn’t let go until she calmed down.
“I hate you,” She spat out, words cutting like knives.
“Yeah, well, I hate you too,” Dax said.
Like a switch flipped as if all of this emotion was building up and had to come out in one way or another, their lips met. She immediately started ripping off his shirt and her pants as fast as humanly possible. The two interlocked in kissing, letting out small moans made their way to the bed, where he pushed her onto it. Dax was immediately hard as a rock, and just before she was about to spread her legs and slam his cock into her, she pushed his head down between her thighs.
“Be a good boy and use your mouth on me first.” She said.
As Dax buried his face between her thighs, his only thought was
Her thighs were made for cheeks to graze. Alex whimpered slightly while Dax reached his hand around her neck. He moved her onto her knees before him and felt her warm wet mouth slip around his dick.
“Ah, fuuuuck!” Dax moaned
Alex could feel his fingers tangle in her hair as his cock slid over her tongue, slammed into the back of her mouth, and pressed down on her throat repeatedly. She felt her slit get wetter.
“That’s right, suck it good, like the dumb slut you are,” Dax said. He arched his back as if trying to get deeper down Alex’s throat.
Alex pulled his dick out of her mouth, a string of spit still connecting the two, and stood up, pushing him back onto the bed, straddling him, her pussy teasing the head of his cock. She moved over his tip, rubbing it slowly to see how long he would last.
“I want you to beg for it. Tell me how badly you want to be in me.” Alex said while smiling coyly at Dax. Satisfied with the frustration on his face and the tensing of his jaw.
“Please, please,” Dax begged.
Alex slammed her body down onto Dax’s stiff cock with one swift motion forcing a moan out of her mouth. Alex worked his cock in and out of her dripping pussy, thrusting her hips forward and backward, making him grunt as his cock pushed deeper into her with every motion. Her legs started to burn and tremble from the intense workout they were receiving.
Dax wrapped his arms around Alex and rolled them over, so he was now on top. Dax started to pound Alex’s pussy rhythmically, causing ripples of pleasure to run through her body. Alex felt her body tense up on the edge of cuming. She refused to let her body submit to the treat of the built-up orgasms until she was told to.
“Cum baby, cum for me,” Dax whispered.
With those simple words, her body let loose into a trembling mess, nearly losing her balance, as with Dax still deep inside her. He held himself like that momentarily, letting her rock back and forth in pleasure. Knowing she would not last much longer, Dax increased his tempo while bitting down on her neck. Plunging his cock deep into Alex’s pussy, causing a short gasp to escape her mouth. Alex moaned as her hips bucked to the rythem. As Dax let out a grunt, Alex could feel his cock spurt as he slammed into her one last time, filling her up.
“Holy shit,” Alex heaved.
“What the fuck was that? I think that’s the best we’ve ever had.” Dax chucked a bit, shaking his head in agreement.
“Yes, the best we’ve had but also very, very stupid.” He turned to look into her eyes.
“Oh, extremely stupid and a one-time thing!” Alex exclaimed. Moving a little closer to him, her hands dragging on his skin.
“Exactly, and that’s it,” Dax said, leaning into her. “We were toxic.”
“Soooo toxic, Alex agreed, leaning in as well.
Then their lips met.