Dare Me Not | 18+ ✔

5. Blue Balls (Xander)

"Hey," I say, sauntering into my living room. On normal Fridays, I would still have the stamina for something fun this late, but not today. All I want to do now is sprawl on my reading chair with my feet on my footstool, a beer in hand, and space out. Probably quick sex if Emma is in the mood.

My girlfriend is sitting on the sofa with her back leaning on the armchair, a magazine on her lap, and a glass of red wine in her hand. Her brown curl is still neatly tied into a bun even though she's changed into her home dress. She looks up as I lean over to kiss her.

"Hi, hon," she murmurs on my lips. "Rough day?"

"Rough week." I unfasten my blue tie, pull it over my head, and throw it onto my footstool, earning a scowl from Emma. Usually, I'm more organized than this, but I'm too exhausted to go all tidy at the moment. I settle in my chair with a loud groan. "Have you eaten?"

"Yeah. I had an early dinner with Barb, remember?" she replies before taking a sip of her wine. Carefully placing her glass on the coffee table, she stands up and walks over to me to pick up the tie from under my feet. "How was the gathering?"

"'Twas alright. Just another business stuff."

"Beer?"

"Please." I close my eyes and when I open them, Emma is already standing in front of me with a bottle of beer in her hand. Did I just fall asleep?

"You look so tired. You should have refused to come. Tim can't keep sending you to a business event every time he can't make it," she says. "Plus, it's been a while since we had Friday night out."

"I know." I take the beer from her hand and put it on the table before pulling her down by the waist. She makes a soft shriek as she lands on my lap. "You could have come with me."

"You know what happened the last time I came along."

The hem of her dress rides up because of her sitting position, allowing me to sneak my hands underneath the garment and caress the smooth skin of her butt cheeks. "It wasn't that bad," I say.

Emma rolls her eyes. "Seriously, though. I felt like a breathing statue next to you; smiled when everyone smiled and laughed when everyone laughed, but I had no idea what they were talking about."

I chuckle and lean forward, trailing kisses along her neck and down to her chest. "Those were just business jokes." My hands find her bra clasp and in one flick, it's unhooked. Feeling my cock comes to life under her buttock, I pull her dress down over her shoulders, and her bra next. "Much better," I say, leaning back in my chair while appreciating the view in front of me.

As I extend my hands to massage her swells and knead her nipples, Emma closes her eyes at my touch, a subtle moan escaping her throat. She's always quiet during intimacy, but once she whimpers, it indicates that I'm doing it right. She opens her eyes again and timidly bites her bottom lip while her fingers run across my chest. I'm eyeing her delicate fingers as they fumble with my buttons. Her movement is familiar: tentative yet elegant. But my dick doesn't want to go tentative right now.

"Come here," I say, half growling as I pull her onto me. My tongue instantly invades her mouth, exploring every inch of her with urgency, while my other hand is holding her hips in place so that I can grind my erect cock against her bottom.

I'm fucking horny. We haven't had sex since last weekend —thanks to my trip schedule, and a daily jerk-off was definitely not a solution. I need something different tonight; I want something primal and raw. Heaven knows how hard I refrain from undoing her bun and pulling her hair into a firm fist while pounding my cock into her until she screams my name. But I know she won't appreciate it.