Dicksand
A WEEK AFTER MY VISIT WITH SHANE’S FAMILY, I HAVE MY FINAL DRESS fitting
in Boston for Gigi’s wedding. Once we’re done, I go out for dinner with Gigi and her cousin Blake, another bridesmaid. Blake will be attending Briar next month, entering the freshman class, and I’m excited to have her around. Few people on this planet rival Blake Logan’s sarcasm.
Since I’m drowning in ad money thanks to Ride or Dance, I decide to splurge and take an Uber back to Hastings instead of riding the bus. I text Shane as I’m letting myself into the Sycamore. We made plans tonight to celebrate the most important news anyone has ever received in the history of all of human civilization.
NUABC, bitches! Here we come.
ME:
Almost home.
SHANE:
Are you wearing a dress?
It’s an odd inquiry and yet not odd at all coming from Shane.
ME:
Yes. Why?
SHANE:
Keep the dress on. Take the panties off. Leave your door unlocked.
Those three concise sentences send a thrill shooting through me. God. I didn’t realize how much I was into this. It’s common knowledge that I wear the pants in my relationships.
But I adore not wearing the pants in the bedroom. Or the panties, apparently.
Like he asked, I leave my door unlocked. Shane walks in not long after I do. He’s shirtless and barefoot, a pair of worn jeans hanging low on his hips. He’s so disgustingly attractive that I can’t tear my gaze off him.
“Did you follow my instructions?” he asks, tipping his chin. “Yes.”
“Let me see.”
Lips curving, I teasingly lift the bottom of my dress to reveal I’m not wearing anything underneath.
“Good girl,” he praises.
He walks over to me, one hand curling around my waist, the other around the back of my neck as he bends down to kiss me. Our tongues meet, and as always, it sends an electric shock to my core. He cups my ass and lifts me up, and my legs wrap around him instinctively as we make out.
Slowly, he moves forward until my back is flush against the wall next to the balcony door. His hips are moving, the zipper and button of his jeans grinding over the thin material of my dress, creating delicious pressure against my pussy.
“I want to fuck you right here against this wall,” he mutters in my ear. “Do it,” I beg.
I’m gasping for air. I don’t even need foreplay. I’m dripping wet, and when he slides one hand off my ass and brings it between my legs, he groans
loudly. He feels how ready I am.
“I forgot, I have something for you,” he says suddenly.
To my dismay, he lowers me to the ground, my legs finding footing again. He reaches into his back pocket for his phone.
“Is now the time?” I demand. “Trust me, it is.”
He pulls up a photo and hands me the phone. My heart does an eager somersault. It’s a doctor’s report, dated two days ago. A clean bill of health.
“Look at you, chlamydia free,” I tease. We’ve both met my requirements now. I sent him my results last week. I got tested at the health clinic when I went to renew my birth control.
“But,” he says, reaching into his other pocket, “I brought a condom just in case.”
He holds up the little plastic square. I take it from his hand, twist it between my fingers a couple times. Shane watches me. Then I flick it away. It plinks against a framed photograph next to the TV and falls to the floor.
Shane’s eyes are smoldering. “You sure?” “Yes.”
And then we’re kissing again. Now his hands are frantic, palming my breasts over my dress, slipping between my thighs again, one long finger sliding inside me.
I clench around him, crying out in pleasure before registering that the balcony door is open.
“Hold on, let’s close this,” I say, wrenching my mouth away from his. “Then you can fuck me against the wall to your heart’s content.”
“Or,” he counters. His wicked gaze flicks toward the doorway. “Get on the balcony.”
“What? No. We can’t.”
“Nah. I think we need to be out there.”
My feet move of their own volition until I’m standing outside. My balcony overlooks the pool, but it’s night, and nobody is out there. The Meadow Hill grounds are quiet. Other than the soft lights on the path and bluish glow from the pool, the courtyard is bathed in shadows.
“Stay here,” Shane says in a low voice.
My heart rate accelerates as he steps back into my apartment. One by one, I see all the lights turning off. When he returns, he’s already undoing his jeans.
“Shane,” I warn. “Anyone can see us.”
“Maybe before. Those lights were like a beacon. Now if anyone looks up here, it’s too dark to make out what we’re doing.”
I swallow the anticipation lining my throat. “And what are we doing?” Rather than answer, he lifts my dress up from behind.
“Hands on the railing.”
My body is pulsating with pure need as I step forward and curl both hands over the edge of the balcony. We’re only one story above, but it feels like a dizzying height from here. Or maybe I’m dizzy with desire.
Shane eases up behind me. I twist my head. His jeans are still on but undone. With one hand, he takes his dick out.
“Eyes forward,” he whispers.
Swallowing again, I turn my head and gaze out at the pool. From the front, I’m fully covered. From the back, my ass is exposed to Shane’s ministrations. I feel the tip of his cock gliding up and down between my ass cheeks.
He brings his mouth close to my ear. “If you make a noise, I’ll stop.” Oh my God.
We’re out in the open. The warm, late-summer breeze floats over us, tickling my scorching cheeks. Shane drags his dick down my ass, toward the place that’s aching for him. I bite my lip hard to stop from crying out when the tip pushes inside me. He’s the one who makes noise, much to my delight. A strangled groan.
“Quiet or we’ll have to stop,” I mock.
That earns me the sting of his teeth as he bends down to bite my shoulder. “You have no idea how amazing this feels. You’re drenching my cock.”
He’s right, I am. This is the first time we’ve gone bareback, and I’m so wet. Everything about this encounter is turning me on. The night air. The
fact that we’re out in the open. To a passerby, it would appear like we’re simply standing on the balcony with Shane behind me. Admiring the stars, perhaps.
Only I know that half his dick is lodged inside me.
He inches back, withdrawing until only the very tip hovers at my opening. Then, with an equally indolent stroke, he pushes forward, inch by inch. He does that once, twice, a dozen times. It’s excruciating. The pace is sheer torment. There’s nothing I want more than to buck my ass against him and fuck him hard and rough, but when I try to push back, he digs his fingers into my left ass cheek in a rebuke.
“Don’t move. Just stand there and take it.”
That should piss me off, but it doesn’t. I want to take it. I want to stand here and let him fuck me. Fast, slow, any way he wants.
His lips are at my ear again. “Trust that I can take you there.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. It’s difficult to yield to him because I know my body better than he does. I know what I need.
But I’m wrong. Shane also knows what I need. He proves that by pushing me forward slightly, positioning me so I’m directly in front of one of the vertical railing slats.
“Bend your knees a little.” His hands are still on my ass. His dick still inside me.
As I do what he says, he nudges me forward and my clit touches the slat. I moan.
“Diana,” he warns. “Sorry.” I gulp wildly.
Oh my God. Now, every time he thrusts, there’s gentle pressure on my clit from the railing. This has gone from torment to pure torture. My heart is beating way too fast. I can’t even hear my thoughts anymore. Not that it matters. There’s only one thought left in my head anyway, and it’s more, more, more.
He gives it to me, pulling back, then filling me nearly to the hilt, rotating his hips each time. I hear his breathing quicken. He’s not even touching me
with his hands. He’s got both on the railing on either side of my body, his fingers next to my clenched fists.
My clit is throbbing. The next time it gets pushed into the railing, I start to feel that impatient burn of need. This is the naughtiest sex I’ve ever had. I want to move faster, but he asked me to trust him to get me there, so I do. And it isn’t long before he’s fucking me in long, deep strokes. I feel the orgasm trying to breach the surface. If he goes a little faster, just a little bit faster—
“Hi there.”
I freeze. Shane goes completely still.
Down below, Dave and Marnie stroll down the path holding their tennis rackets.
Now? Now is the time they’re choosing to go play tennis?
Fine, the courts are lit until midnight, and they are a tennis family, so I guess it’s not terribly out of character. But still.
“Nice night, huh?” Shane’s voice holds a rasp of gravel. “Gorgeous,” Dave confirms.
“What are you two up to?” Marnie chirps.
I’m getting fucked as we speak, I almost blurt out.
I can’t decide if this is the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me or the hottest. My breathing quickens. Shane’s dick is buried inside me. And this couple is standing below us, chatting as if I’m not about to have an orgasm in front of them.
“Diana and I were arguing about whether or not that’s Orion’s belt or a random cluster of stars.” He points above our heads. “I think it’s a random cluster. She’s certain it’s Orion.”
Dave and Marnie crane their necks toward the dark sky.
I assumed that was a ruse on Shane’s part to give him an opportunity to pull out, but he doesn’t. He stays lodged inside me. His hand imperceptibly grazes my hip. I shiver. I rock back against him ever so softly and hear a muffled curse.
“Nope. Sorry, Diana, it’s not Orion’s belt,” Dave confirms. “You lose.” No, I think I win. Because holy shit, this feels so good.
“Anyway, maybe we can play doubles some time,” Marnie says with a bright smile. She holds up her tennis racket.
“Yeah, for sure,” Shane says easily.
“Wonderful. Anyway, enjoy the rest of your night,” she says, and then they meander off, moving too slow for my comfort.
Once they’re gone, Shane folds his arms around my chest and walks us backward into the apartment. This time, he shuts the balcony door.
“You’re evil,” I accuse. “Do you think they knew?”
“Oh, they had no idea. They’re the most clueless couple I’ve ever met in my life. Plus, I don’t think they remember what sex is. I heard Dave telling Ralph in the gym the other day that they’re in a dead bedroom.”
“Aw, that’s sad.”
He looks like he’s trying not to laugh. “Can we stop talking about Dave and Marnie’s lack of a sex life and focus on the fact that I’m inside you right now?”
“Oh, right. I forgot.” I give him an innocent smile.
That gets me a smack on the ass. He pushes me toward the couch and bends me over so I’m draped across the arm.
“Sorry, baby. This is going to be fast.”
“That’s okay,” I say, and grip one of the sofa cushions as he starts fucking me again.
It’s a punishing rhythm, hips snapping, filling me with long, deep strokes that bring black dots to my vision. My pelvis grinds against the couch. I couldn’t stop the orgasm even if I tried. It’s almost overwhelming, waves of release crashing into me until I’m a puddle of orgasmic mush. I hear him groan as he spills inside me. We’re both gasping for air.
We stay in that position, catching our breath. God. It only gets better with this man. It’s not fair. He’s not supposed to be this good at sex.
Finally, he pulls out with the utmost gentleness.
“Stay right there,” he says gruffly. “I’ll go grab something to clean you up.”
It’s a reminder that we didn’t use a condom, and I realize that’s why my brain short-circuited. Sex without a condom hits different for me. It’s just
too mind-blowing.
After we’ve cleaned up, Shane asks if I want to get under a blanket and watch a movie, but I shake my head.
“No,” I say. “We might fall asleep.” “So?”
“So we’re not doing the whole spending-the-night thing,” I remind him. I gesture around my living room. “This is my space.” I point to the wall that separates our apartments. “That’s your space.” I point to our genitals. “And this is our space.”
Shane snickers. “Got it. Friends with benefits. Sleeping over—not a benefit.”
“Exactly.”
“All right. Then I’ll leave you to your own devices, Dixon. Same time again tomorrow?”
I sigh. I want to say no, but we both know I won’t mean it. I’m too deep in his dicksand.
