On the Line

by Naomi Loud

Because deep down, I still believe he’s a good guy. I need to believe he’s a good person. The memories of Zachary at the very beginning are holding me hostage, as comforting as a gun to the temple while I hope that one day he’ll revert back to how it once was. My habitual tendency to romanticize the past playing accomplice to my unnervingly confusing feelings.

Watching someone shuck an oyster shouldn’t be this tantalizing. But as usual, when it comes to Ozzy, I can’t look away.

“You’re going to go in the back, unwrap this.” I tap a finger on the Snickers bar. “And slide it up your pretty cunt.” Her breath hitches, and my cock swells against my boxers. “Then bring it back to me.” I crowd her just a little bit more. “I want to taste you on it.”

“I’d crawl on my hands and knees …” Leaning closer, I caress her cheek with the back side of my hand and whisper in her ear, “To have you on my tongue again.”

“Tell me you don’t want my fingers inside your cunt, while your piece of shit boyfriend is within earshot.”

“If I could swallow you whole I fucking would, consume all of you just for another taste.”

“Careful princess, you wouldn’t want mommy and daddy to find out that their perfect little girl is getting finger fucked by the help.”

“All I want is to consume every little piece of you until there’s nothing left but the taste of you on my tongue,”

He’s wearing another one of his cropped band tees, a few inches of stomach showing, just long enough to cover his belly button while his black jeans ride low on his hips. The jangle of his keys clipped to his belt loop is becoming Pavlovian, I salivate at the sound.

“I want you good and sober, the first time we fuck. I want you to remember in vivid detail how I make you scream.”

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll be begging for every inch of me by the time I’m done with you. Now, turn around, and get on your hands and knees. Let me see that dripping cunt.”

Her pussy is so pretty and pink, all I want is to eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

“I’m not just going to fuck you, baby.” Ripping the wrapper open, I roll the condom over my cock. “I’m going to make you forget any other man exists.”

When my name tumbles out of James’ lips, I almost come on the spot. It’s a pure kind of bliss, a kind that only exists when her moans fill the space between us and I’m balls-deep in the prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever fucking seen.

“Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart.” Needing to hear her laugh again, I add, “Not after I’ve literally eaten your ass.”

“It’s much easier for me to keep my hands on you if you’re next to me, baby.” Proving his point, he slips his hand in between my thighs under the table. “I know you’re not wearing anything under that dress.” A small gasp escapes me. But inside I'm ablaze with his hand burning up my thigh. “How would you even know that?” His voice lowers, like soft silk to my ear. “I have your panties in my pocket, princess.”

“But if you draw me, I’m posing in the nude.”

“Or maybe my dirty little princess likes the idea of someone walking in on us?” he says followed by a dark chuckle, his hips now setting a punishing rhythm. “I wouldn’t stop fucking you even if they did.”

I wish I knew how to paint. For the image of James in her blue summer dress, sitting on a blanket with the sun’s rays bouncing off cotton candy hair, makes me want to spend countless hours immortalizing her likeness.

When my tongue finally tastes her hot cunt, I shift into another reality entirely. One where I spend my days adoring her like this. One where I sustain solely on the flavors of her arousal.

“James, this was never just friends for me. As soon as I first saw you, I knew you were about to change my fucking world, baby. I love you doesn’t even come close to describing what I feel for you,” I profess, kissing her lips, her nose, her cheeks. “But I’ll tell you every minute of every fucking day that I love you if it means I can keep you forever.”