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Best Fuckbuddy Ever:Hey, are you home tonight? I got you a little something and want to bring it to you before you go home for Christmas next week. This is the last chance I will see you before then. Remember, I have to travel for games this week.
Me:What, did you wrap a red ribbon around your dick and top it with a velvet bow?
Best Fuckbuddy Ever:Now there’s an idea. (purple smiling devil emoji)
Me:Yeah, I will be there around 7.
Best Fuckbuddy Ever:Great! See you soon.
Yep, I secretly love the name he gave himself in my phone and kept it as it is. His few texts brightened my day and put a pep in my step, or should I say brain, to finish up the numbers I was working on and get my ass home to see my man. Whoa… Hold up. What did I just call him? Nope, that can’t happen. I don’t have time to be in a relationship. Sex only. That’s it. No more and no less. Certainly, no less, because that man knows how to give it to me good. Hot damn. Now, I’m all bothered and raring to go.
The train ride home is slow and almost painful, as I’ve mentally been edging myself since Sergio’s texts earlier today. You’d think I was sex starved, but he just makes me that way. I have never reacted to any other man like this in the past. It’s not only his body that I crave, but also his companionship, his soft touch, and just being next to him.
As I round the corner walking to my apartment building, I see him sitting on the front steps that lead up to the double doors of the entrance. He turns my direction, and our eyes connect. It’s that pull of chemistry, of attraction, that I’ve missed this week.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
“Hey, sexy.” He looks hot in his jeans, Henley shirt and tennis shoes, carrying a little box wrapped in Christmas paper.
“Oh, I get an endearment now too.”
“You’ve had me worked up all day.”
“How’s that? I only sent you a few texts earlier.”
“Yeah, well, that was enough to get me thinking of that magical dick. So shut up, get your ass upstairs, and get naked.”
“Yes, ma’am. You don’t have to tell me twice. Here, hold this box. You can’t open it until Christmas day while you are with your parents. It’s actually for all of you.” He scoops me up and supports my back with one arm while my legs are over his other as he carries me up to flights of stairs with ease, proving to be every bit of the athlete he is.
We cross the doorway like a newly married couple, and my heart silently aches that this will not go any further between us.
My feet hit the floor along with my bags I had, and then my slacks, panties, shirt, and bra joined them. I turn to face Sergio. The stunning man is watching me with all his glory on display. He is covered and ready to go.
“Sergio…” My words fall short because I am afraid to say them out loud. They would bring more into this arrangement than what is deemed appropriate, by me no less, not him.
“I know, sweetheart. I know. I have missed you too,” he reads my mind and brings his lips to kiss me tenderly, but it quickly turns ravishing. “Turn around, Nastasia. I am going to take you from behind, and then we will go to the bed so I can make you scream my name several more times before the night is over.
He twirls me, steps into my body, pushing me against and bending me over the back of the couch, pulls my ponytail back towards him, and penetrates my greedy sex.
“Sergio,” I beg. With my back arched and my head held close to his face as he’s holding onto my hair, he growls in my ear.
“This ismypussy, Nastasia, and I have missed it so goddamn much this past week. Now, I want to feel your walls squeeze me over and over again.”
“Yes…” I gasp out as he pumps and swells inside me.
Then as one hand continues to hold my head back, making my breast to be on full display, he reaches around and pinches my clit hard.
“Fuck! Sergio!” My body shudders in his embrace, but he doesn’t let up from pistoning inside me until he’s yelling my name in return and slumps over me.
Living on the upper levels I tend to leave the curtains open and let the sun and city night lights shine in throughout the day and night. It’s just me living here, and I’m really only here to sleep most of the time. No one can see in, so why waste the electricity.
“Oh, shit.” I race over to the wall outlet and try to turn on the lights. Yet, nothing happens. “Oh shit. Oh, shit.” I lean against the door, and my back slides down it as I slump to the floor, curl my legs into my chest, and cry.
“What’s wrong?” Sergio asks, concern is clear in his tone as he comes closer to check on me.
“You are what’s wrong, Sergio,” I say in between the tears.
“What do you mean? Did I take you too hard? I thought you liked it. God, I am so sorry, sweetheart.” He kneels in front of me on the floor.
