Dashing All the Way

by Chelsea Curto

but I’m a stubborn bitch, and there’s nothing I love more in life than proving a man wrong.

“Do what? Contemplate the necessity of men’s existence? It’s pretty easy; I think society would function just fine without them. Think of how well the world would run if women were in charge.”

“I love being on my ass, believe it or not. I prefer it when I’m getting something good out of it, like, you know, an orgasm. Not more pain.”

My own dumbass son landed in the emergency room last year because he thought he’d try to sled down the road on a goddamn trash can lid. He was twenty-three.

No other kids besides the one I’ve managed to keep alive this long, despite Darwinism trying to come into play.

“I’ve run out of reasons why Jada can’t listen to the books she loves. I sound like a controlling husband.” Rhett scowls at me. “I don’t know how to tell my wife I don’t want her to hear my best friend tell her to take it like a good girl.”

“I’ve got you,” a deep voice says. In the recesses of my brain, I think I say something back. I think I chime in with, “I’m glad somebody does.” But I can’t be too sure, because then the world goes black.

“Why didn’t you run today?” “Someone had to be at the finish line wearing an obnoxious sweater to catch you when you fell.” “Okay. Easy there, buddy. This isn’t the start of some love story.”

Her words shake me from my reverie, and I laugh. “It’s my first time being a hero. Will you be gentle with me?”

“Hang on.” She snaps her fingers. “You sound just like the dude who narrated the book I listened to last night.” Fuck.

Are you going to tell me your name, or am I supposed to call you Rudolph?” “Finn,” I tell her with a wink. “My name is Finn.” “Finn,” she repeats, and I like the way she says my name. “That’s way better than Rudy.”

I’m fine. Thanks for saving me. Again. Everyone would’ve seen my candy cane underwear if I had face-planted, and they’re not as cute as I thought they were.” His eyes drop to my skirt. Mirth dances behind the dark brown. “Do I get to see them since I saved you?” “That’s presumptuous.” “Sorry. I could’ve sworn there was a saying about catching someone twice and getting to see their tits or something like that. Maybe it’s three times. Can you fall again real quick?”

“I’m a forty-year-old man. Of course I don’t have TikTok.” That confirms he’s older than me. I figured he was, but sixteen years is a big difference. And deliciously hot.

“Your son didn’t know how to fuck me.” Margo brings her mouth close to mine. “Do you think you will?” “Baby, when I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to walk straight. I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

“Would it help if I called you Daddy?”

“And if I want to be punished?” she asks. “If I want to be bad? Are you going to teach me a lesson?”

Margo’s smile matches mine. She stands on her toes and brings her mouth close to my ear. “Game on, Finn,” she murmurs, and the three words rock my entire fucking world.

It’s hard for me to vocalize the things I want in the bedroom. When I do, some men think it’s too extreme. Some say they’re onboard, but they don’t know how to deliver.

since you slept with my son?” Every time he says my son, it’s a reminder that what we’re doing is forbidden, almost, and it makes me want him even more.

“You know I’m a man, Margo. Take off your underwear so I can show you I know what to do with my tongue.”

“Do you think you deserve to see?” “I’ll get on my knees and beg if you want me to.”

“You don’t have to worry about me not knowing what to do. I love to eat, Margo.”

Having a practically naked woman on my kitchen counter was not part of the plan when I left for the bar tonight, but I’m sure as shit grateful for this turn of events, because now I get to learn how wet she can get (very). What her hands feel like when they move from my hair to my neck (incredible). How sexy she sounds when she’s on the cusp of an orgasm and saying please repeatedly (indecently mind-blowing).

“Who knew you were such a whore for taking off your clothes and getting on a kitchen counter for an older man?”

“The question is if I should fuck you here so the neighbors you’ve probably met before could see or if we should do this in my room. What do you think, Margo? Where does the dirty slut want to ride her ex-boyfriend’s dad’s cock?”

“Do you want to tie my hands behind my back?” Finn holds up his wrists. “You can. Might turn me on, but at least you’d feel safer.”

“Can you, Finn?” “Yes,” I say, but I forget what we’re talking about because she snaps the waistband of my sweatpants on my skin, and I moan. “Good boy,” she murmurs, and I almost come on the spot. “You are a fucking minx.” “You like it.” I do like it.

Jesus is probably rolling in his grave because of what a ho-ho-hoe I am.

It’s quick and sharp, surprising me when he spits on my pussy then rubs the saliva over the ornament.

attention, and I hightail it to the volunteers handing out medals. “Hi,” I say to one of the women. “Do you mind if I give one of the participants a medal? It’s her first 5k, and I want to surprise her.” “Oh, of course.” The woman hands me a medal and a mylar blanket. “Are you proposing to her too?” “What?” I burst out laughing and shake my head. “No ma’am. We’ve only hung out once.” “Sometimes that’s all it takes to know.” She winks and turns to congratulate a mother pushing a stroller.

“No.” I grip his arm tighter, pulled to him like a magnet. “I like having you greet me after I’ve returned from the depths of hell.”

when we accidentally get to a three-hundred-and-one night stand?” “I guess we’ll find out if that happens. Rules are meant to be broken, Margo, and I don’t think three hundred and one nights with you would be the worst thing in the world.”

“Would you think I’m a creep if I told you I dreamed about your body? If I got off to the thought of your curves and the little scar you have on your knee? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Margo, and I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve you spending time with me.”

“Fine. But you better fuck the life out of me after all that’s said and done. I’m a needy girl, Finn. And right now, I need you.”

I wonder what she’d look like full of my cum. I wonder what it would look like dripping down her thigh. I’m always smart when I have sex with someone; protection is a necessity and nonnegotiable, but I’m close to throwing that rule out the window. I’m close to asking her if I could fuck her without a condom, just so I can watch my release leak out of her greedy cunt.

She’s so sure of herself, and the words flow seamlessly out of her like she’s been waiting years to finally say them.

“I think you killed me. I got through the run just fine this morning, so it makes sense I’d meet my demise with your pussy.”

“I’m going to learn your middle name, but we’re also definitely going to keep having sex. Get comfortable, Margo. I’m just getting started with you.”

She’s sexy and a goddamn tease, but there’s something soft about her. Something loving, and it’s making me feel like a teenage boy with my first crush all over again.

I want to get to know her, because I think there’s something here. Something bigger and better than sex, and it has me really goddamn curious.

“You can’t call me that here. It makes me want to be young and stupid and yank you into a closet and go down on you.” Margo giggles, not sorry at all. “I’m going to grab us some hot chocolates.” She stands on her toes and kisses my cheek. “If you decide you want to be young and stupid, you know where I’ll be.”

this situationship is. But I don’t like picturing him with his head between a blonde’s legs. I don’t like picturing him with his mouth on someone else’s chest. I want him to do that with me, not them, and I fear I might have just climbed into a hole I’m not going to be able to get out of.

“Did you tell Jeremy about us?” Finn sets down his coffee and steps toward me. “Tell him what, Margo? That I’ve seen his ex-girlfriend naked? That I stripped her down in my hallway and fucked her on my kitchen table?” He runs his fingers down my thin sleep shirt and grazes over my hard nipples. “That I have her on audio saying my name, not his, when she came? No, baby. I haven’t told him you’re a slut for my cock and that’s why one night turned into two times, then three, and after we finish our run, I’m going to make it four.”

“You look like a Christmas present I want to unwrap.”

“Even when I’m on top of you. Even when you’re on your knees in front of me. You are, without a doubt, the most spectacular woman I’ve ever been with in my life, Margo. And I don’t want you to forget that.”

“I’ve always wanted to be someone’s dirty little secret.”

I almost bite my tongue when soft hands work their way up my thighs. My fingers curl around the arms of my chair, and I don’t know if I love Margo or hate her. She traces the outline of my cock over my jeans, and it’s damn near impossible to keep my mouth shut. Love. Definitely love. There’s no way she follows through with this, but another glance between my legs shows me her mischievous smile, and I know I’m well and truly fucked.

“Thatta girl. You’re so good for me, aren’t you?”

With his eyes on me, he spits, and the saliva lands on my pussy.

Fill my pussy with your cum, Finn. I want the world to know whose whore I am.”