Dashing All the Way

by Chelsea Curto

Whoever decided running is a good form of exercise can go straight to hell.

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.”

“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.”

“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?”

“Do you think it would be weird?” She gnaws on her bottom lip, and I spend way too long staring at her mouth. “Would you consider me sloppy seconds?”

“Sloppy seconds?” I reach out and tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “I saw you one time from a distance and almost got hard. Your ass looked damn good in the jeans you were wearing, and I thought you were attractive long before I thought there was a possibility I could have you. Now?” I move my hand to her jaw and cup her cheek. “I’m waiting for you to say yes. You’re first in my book.”

“Your son didn’t know how to fuck me.” Margo brings her mouth close to mine. ...

“Baby, when I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to walk straight. I’ll give yo...

“And if it is?” Margo rolls her hips, and I almost growl. “Would it help if I called you Daddy?”

She laughs and yanks her beanie over her ears. “I wish it were summer now. I’m freezing.”

“Why didn’t you bring a coat? It’s twenty-eight degrees outside.”

“It would ruin my...

“Brat.” I wrap my arm around her and do my best to warm her up. “I should punish you for walking around ...

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

“Going to teach you a lot of things,” I say. “Like how not all men are inept when it comes to female anatomy. Some of us know what we’re doing.”

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

“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?”

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

“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.”

I smirk and touch his cock, springing it free from his pants. Having been someone who sat in the chair Jeremy is in, I know there’s no way he’ll be able to see anything; the dual computer screens and microphones hide most of Finn’s body from view, and the last bit he could see is hidden all the way under the desk. It’s safe to do whatever I want. Feeling bold and reckless, I take Finn in my hands. I rub my thumb along the slit on the head of his cock, grinning when I find pre-cum there.

“But I’ll see you in a few days at Christmas, bud.”

“Hey, Jeremy.” I offer him a tentative smile. I’m waving the white flag, and the sooner we get past this, the better. “Merry Christmas.”

“What the hell are you doing here? You’re not here to… fuck. Please don’t tell me you’re trying to get back together with me.”

I lift an eyebrow. “After you cheated on me...

“She’s here with me,” Finn says, interrupting us. His voice is sharp, some authoritative tone I haven’t heard him use before. I love the deep growl that comes from the back of his throat. I love how his hand tightens on my waist. I love how h...

“What do you mean here with you? Wait.” Jeremy’s eyes bounce between us. He bursts out laughing. “You two are fucking? Ar...

“Fucking. Among other things. Is that a probl...

“A problem? It’s weird as fuck. And Margo never str...

“Watch your fucking mouth when you’re talking to her,” Finn snaps, and I shiver. “We’re not playing that game. It’s not weird. It’s not creepy. We met. She didn’t know who I was. We spent time together, and we like each other. We’re adults. It’s consensual. Keep your comments to yourself, or say them to me. Not her.”

Daddyyyyyyyy’s home

Holy angel on top of the Christmas tree.