On the Line

by Naomi Loud

Good food does lead to sex. As it should.

“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.”

“You taste better than I could’ve ever dreamed,” Ozzy whispers near my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin. “I’ll make sure you lose to me more often.”

“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.”

“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.”

James hasn’t worked since Sunday, which means I haven’t seen her in four days and I’m about to jump out of my fucking skin.

We’ve been texting. But it’s just not the same. Not when being with her in person is like listening to your all-time favorite song on repeat.

“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.”