Take Me (A Steamy Short Story Romance) (6 page)

Gripping his cock, he plunged
himself into my wetness and took a deep, calming breath.
 
I could tell that he was just as worked
up as I was, that he needed to cum, and that nothing would stop him but sweet
release.
 

“Fuck me,” I begged, my eyes
innocent and wide as I felt his hips hinge forward slowly.
 
My body was wet and slick, but the sheer
girth of him made it a struggle to take him.
 
His gaze was set intently on mine as he
slowly made me his own.
 
I gasped
and my eyes watered with painful pleasure as he filled me to my core.
 

“I want to cum in your belly,” he
groaned.
 

I was panting now and his hips
were flexing slowly, drawing his cock in and out of my wetness.
 
I could feel my own body respond to his
words.
 
I’d never let anyone fuck me
that way, so bare and raw.
 
If he
came, I knew there could be consequences.
 
None of it seemed to matter though, not then, not
while his thickness was giving me such immense pleasure.
 

It was as if he read my thoughts,
because his eyes grew intense and serious.
 
“You’re not on the pill?”

I shook my head.
 

“But you want me to cum inside,
don’t you?” He pressed the curve of my tummy and bucked his hips.
 
I arched at the feeling.
 
I wanted it bad, so so bad.

“If we make a baby you will be
mine forever.”
 

Even as he spoke the words his
body seemed to tense up with lust.
 
I could tell from the dark look in his eye that he wasn’t afraid of the
consequences.
 
Gabe didn’t just want
to cum, he wanted to fuck a baby into me.

I shivered at the thought
;
having a baby with a man like him, oh yeah.
 
I knew it was quick, but damn if I
didn’t want every word of it to be true.
 
I wanted to be his.
 
To have
his body, kisses, and sweet caresses now and until the end of time.
 

I moaned hard, “Yes.”

His hips thrust harder.
 
“Yes what?”
 

“Yes, I want it, I want you to
fuck a baby into me,” I cried.
  
“Please Dr. Jeffries, please, make me pregnant.”
 

A low guttural sound came from
his lips as I begged him to fuck me.
 
His hips rocked hard and mine bucked back.
 

“More!”
 
I cried, sending him into a delicious
frenzy.

The two of us rocked and flexed
and groaned with passion until suddenly our bodies gave in to the pleasure and
convulsed in an intense fury.
 
Waves
of pleasure pulsed through my veins and I panted and gasped for air.
 

When we were finished, he slowly
pulled his cock out of my tummy, smiling down at me with a sexy grin.
 

****

My life became a lot less boring
from that night on. Whenever I could steal away to Phoenix to be with Gabe, I
did, and our sex became dirtier and more passionate every time. We enjoyed the
finest establishments in the city together, and we began to frequent one of the
BDSM clubs, where I began to learn how to be his submissive. The more I got to
know him, the more I knew we were meant for each other.

It was a crazy time for both of
us, but it didn't last long. Gabe decided to quit working at the hospital, and
decided he wanted to start his own private practice. I found a teaching job
across the country, in Oregon, and to my surprise, Gabe decided to move with me
and begin his practice in an unknown state he had never been to.

That was when our real life
together started.

Looking back now, I wonder how I
could have ever been so unhappy for so long. Teaching wasn't an easy
profession, but whenever I had a rough day in the classroom I knew I was coming
home to the man of my dreams, and the things we did in the bedroom would always
make up for the travails that was part of life.

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Pounded by the Doctor

My best friend Ellen and I were
catching up over coffee one Saturday morning when I dropped a juicy morsel of
gossip right in her lap.

"You know my new neighbor in
6B?
Paul, the hot young doctor?
His friend from
college just came to visit, and he's even better looking than Paul!"

"Really?" Ellen said,
her eyes lighting up. "Tell me more."

"I don't know much
more," I admitted. "He's also a doctor; they were in the same
fraternity together in college."

"Oh really? You know what
they say about guys from the same frat, don’t you?
That they
have sex with each other?
It's like this unspoken thing. As long as you
do it within the frat, it's not considered gay."

"What
?!
"
I was shocked. "I've never heard that before! Where did you hear about it?
On the internet?"

Ellen shook her head, then leaned
forward across the table and lowered her voice. "Everyone knows about it,
Katie. My brother went to school in Virginia, and he was in a frat. There was a
big scandal when he was discovered giving a brojob to one of the new pledges. I
guess the pledge's dad wasn't pleased when he found out, and my dad had to pay
a lot of money to hush it up. And then," her face glowed as she leaned
forward even further, excitement building in her eyes, "one day, I found
some old letters when I was searching for something in the attic. Apparently my
brother and this guy kept in touch, and reminisced about the wild, male-male
things that occurred during their college days. It’s so freaky to think about,
even for me, because I know they aren’t gay or anything, they just do it to
pass the time and get each other off when there isn’t an easy woman
around."

I sat there stunned for some time
before coming to my senses. "Ellen, just because a bunch of male-male sex

occurred
at your brother’s college,
doesn't mean every guy who belongs to a frat does it.”

"Yes it does. Think about
it: Virginia is one of the most conservative places in the country. If they
were having

gay
orgies in the common room, who
knows what goes on in a more liberal state, like California?"

"They had
orgies
?!
"
 
Now
I was really shocked—maybe she had a point after all.

"
Oh yeah. And that's not all.
Other chapters would come and visit, and that's when the really bacchanalian
things happened."

I wondered if Ellen was putting
me on; it all sounded just too outrageous to be true. "Well how come
everyone who goes to a frat doesn't come out as gay later on in life? I mean
,
your brother seems pretty straight."

Ellen lowered her voice again.
"
Well of course.
Once
you've left the frat, you're not allowed to ever talk about it. That's the rule
.
And like I said, they aren’t gay or
anything, they just do it to help each other out when they’re horny, that’s
all. You know my brother: he’s happily married with two kids.
"

I shook my head in bewilderment.
I had never heard of any of this before, but in a weird, twisted way, it all sort
of made sense.

I walked home to my apartment
complex, grabbing my mail in the lobby before walking to the courtyard. I could
hear a couple of male voices talking by the pool, and when I turned the corner
into the courtyard, I saw Paul and his friend lounging in the pool chairs. It
was shaping up to be a hot, muggy summer day, perfect for a swim. My eyes
flicked over to Paul's body for a few seconds before he noticed me. He looked
even bigger and more muscular than usual, and I wondered if he was pumped from
working out, or something. His short brown hair was a little tousled, and his
chiseled face had a light layer of stubble. My eyes wandered down the line of
his neck to his broad chest, before exploring further, to his abdominals. Just
the sight of them made me feel a cold rush that aroused every nerve in my body.
I quickly pulled my eyes away before he could catch me staring.

But then my eyes settled on his
friend, and it sent another wave of sexual electricity through me.
Oh my God
, I thought. He was
so hot
!

Paul's friend, Drew, was almost
as muscular as Paul, and even better looking. He wore his dark hair long, and
it was fanned out on the towel under his head. His skin was darker as well, an
olive tone. He, too, looked way too young and good-looking to be a doctor.

"Hey, Katie," Paul
called out. I smiled and waved back girlishly like I usually did, before
walking up to my place. As soon as I was home I peeked through the blind that
was over my front window so I could spy on them. The window was already open a
crack, and I was just close enough to hear their conversation.

"Hey bro," Paul said,
rolling over onto his stomach, "can you get my back? The
sunscreen's
by the cooler."

I watched as Paul's friend
lathered the sunscreen on his back, running his slick hands over Paul's bulging
shoulders, working it deeper and deeper into his skin. I drew my breath in
sharply. Just when it seemed like he was taking a second too long, he finished.
Then he smacked Paul's ass sharply.

"Thanks, man." Paul
adjusted the wadded-up towel under his head and appeared to get ready for a
nap.

I let the chink in the blind snap
back shut, and sat down on my bed. Maybe Ellen was right: maybe all guys who
are in frats have sex with each other. I wondered if Paul and Drew ever did it.
Could they be gay? It was disappointing to let my mind run down this track,
because lately, I'd been letting myself think that Paul might be into me. He
invited me over the other day, and we'd had a wonderful conversation over a
light lunch before he had to start his shift at the hospital.

Still, even if I didn't have a
chance with Paul now, I didn't feel any less aroused. On the contrary, the
thought of Paul and Drew together made me feel kind of hot, to the point where
I wanted to lie down on the floor and take care of myself, right then and
there.

I decided I couldn't fight it. My
breath was already coming in hot waves, and I could tell my chest was heaving.

"
I want you to fuck me
,"
I whispered to no one in particular as I grabbed the waist of my shorts and
impatiently slid them off. I spread my legs wide and began moving a couple of
fingers against the bottom of my panties. The wave of pleasure that washed
through my body was so intense it was overwhelming. I gasped loudly as I
continued to work myself up. I couldn't believe it: my panties were so wet they
clung to my swollen petals like a second skin. I ran a finger up and down my
slit, feeling my muscles clench tighter and tighter as the sensation washed
through me.

"
Drew...
" I
moaned, fighting the urge to stab my fingers inside. My clit was throbbing now,
begging to be touched, and I grabbed the front of my panties up in my hand and
pulled them upwards forcefully, feeling the fabric rake against my pearl.

"
Drew,
y
ou're
going to make me cum,
" I sobbed. I imagined it was him that was
violating me, and that I was sprawled out on the bed next to his brown body. He
was teasing me, getting me ready to take his massive cock while I writhed in
the sheets and begged for him to fuck me.

"Baby, I want you to do me
now..."
I whined. And then, because I couldn't take it any longer, I pulled aside the
bottom of my panties and pushed two fingers deep inside. I gasped, all of a
sudden. It felt so good.

I panted like an animal as I
pleased myself, pushing my fingers hard against my spot. I stuck three fingers
from my other hand in my mouth, imagining that I was sucking on Paul as Drew
took me. I pictured him holding my ankles, spreading my legs wide so he could
fuck me hard.

"
Baby, keep fucking
me,"
I whimpered. "
Make me cum
..
.
"

A silent scream escaped my lips
as my body bucked on the carpet. When the last wave passed, I totally
collapsed. I
laid
there for a second, just catching my
breath and feeling the slickness of the sweat upon my skin.
 

Ever since I had broken up with
my ex, I had felt so horny. We had been together for years, and I wasn't used
to being single. Now that I had just orgasmed to a fantasy I wanted so badly, I
felt hot, sweaty and lonely.

I sighed and picked myself up off
the floor, then cracked the front door before heading to the shower
;
if only my hot, cramped apartment had air conditioning.
And then I swore as I stumbled over the bulky curved handle attached to the
side of the tub. My father and grandmother had come to visit last weekend, and
he had put the handle there so she could safely get in the shower. I had no
idea how to detach it, and without my ex here to help, I didn't want to take
the time to figure it out. I cursed again.

I turned the shower on and let
cool water cascade over my body. I left the curtain open, so I could steal a
glance at my figure in the bathroom mirror. I let my eyes run over my curves
for a second, looking at my big bust and the womanly swell of my hips.
 
My ex always went on about how he loved
my curves, but then he had gone and cheated on me with some skinny little
thing. It was the same as with my other ex-boyfriends, those assholes.
Sometimes I wondered if men saw the same beautiful woman that I did. Ellen and
my other girlfriends always insisted I was gorgeous, so why did men treat me so
badly? After so many cheaters and failed relationships, I wondered if I could
ever really open up to someone again, the way I had before.

My mind flashed back to when Paul
had come over.

I had been so excited to spend
time with him, but at the same time I was a little guarded—and I didn't
like that. I wanted to live in the moment, like I did when I was younger,
before I felt fragile and vulnerable. I lathered up my red hair and rinsed it,
letting the suds run over my body. The feeling was cool and sensual. I let my
mind drift back to the beautiful vision of Paul and Drew by the pool, and
despite the cool water running over me, I felt excitement building in my body
again.

I leaned against the cool tiles
of the shower and ran my hands up my burning skin, gathering up my heavy
breasts and caressing my nipples softly. I moaned as I fingered them, feeling
them grow hard to the touch. I could feel myself throbbing already, and I let
one hand plunge downward, riding my endless curves all the way down to my sex.

The cool water rained down on me
as I slowly inched a fingertip down my slit. I moaned louder and louder,
feeling an ache of anticipation as it came closer my throbbing pearl. Then,
unable to stop myself, I rubbed myself harder and harder until I came.

"
Oh my God!
"

When the pleasure hit my body, my
knees buckled, and I let myself slide down to the floor of the shower. One
more, I thought. I wanted to cum again. I grabbed the looped hose that lead to
the movable showerhead and pulled it, not caring if I broke the showerhead when
it hit the floor of the shower with a loud bang. I spread my legs and aimed the
stream of water at my still-throbbing pussy, letting it take me closer and
closer to the edge

My whole body arched as I rode
the burning wave. I was so close I wanted to scream. I moved the showerhead
closer and closer, and the way the pleasure swelled sent an earthquake through
my flesh.

"
Paul
," I
gasped, wanting to hear his name before I came. "
Fuck me, baby...
"

I failed to stifle my scream this
time when I came, and my whole body spasmed.

"
Oh my God,
" I
moaned, my eyes closed tight. That had felt so good. I washed my intimate
parts, then grabbed a towel and dried myself off before walking nude back into
the living room. My door was still half-open, and I realized with a shock that
someone had just walked up to it. Feeling myself blush, I grabbed my towel and
covered myself quickly. I wondered if whoever it was had heard me moaning in
the shower. My face grew even redder as I realized they probably had.

There was a polite knock on the
door.