Suckers for Sex I, II & III
By Alexandra West
Published by Alexandra West
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 Alexandra West
Cover Art by:
Ginger McCarty of The Virtual Page
Also by Alexandra West:
Sir & Master
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Suckers for Sex
Madison squeezed her breasts, licking her lips as she brought her fingers around to tweak her nipples ever so briefly. A groan escaped her lips and she looked toward her bedroom door out of habit rather than any real fear that someone might come in and catch her. No, she had the house to herself for a minute or two longer, but that's not what she wanted.
That's not what she was waiting for.
In the loft of her parents' house - the loft she would enjoy only two more weeks before going to university - she sat on the long window seat with only semi-transparent curtains between her and the world. If someone on the street thought to look up, they could see her sitting there, rubbing and squeezing her breasts. They might look closer and catch a glimpse of her white cotton panties around her bent knees. Having seen that, they might imagine they could see the bottom of her blue summer dress shoved up around her hips.
She moved her right hand between her breasts and downward to skim over her stomach and abdomen. Just as her fingertips reached the neatly trimmed hairs below, she took her hand away. Playing early wasn't nearly as much fun as racing against the clock.
Her toes curled and a moan escaped her lips as she squirmed in anticipation. Her pussy lips ached for release and it took everything in her to keep her fingertips a safe distance from her clit and her eyes firmly fixed at the end of the street. She pinched her nipples, the mixture of pleasure and pain making her close her eyes for just a moment.
There!
Her mother's van pulled around the corner at the end of the street, and the race began.
She moved her hand immediately down to her pussy and plunged her middle finger as deep inside as she could go. She was already more than wet and ready to cum as she moved her now-slick fingers up to her clit and began rubbing.
She indulged herself in one long moan while the house still remained empty. She grabbed her left breast in her hand, tweaking her nipple as her right hand fingers flicked even faster.
The van pulled into the driveway below and she could feel it now. She could feel the orgasm rising in her, all the more sweet at the thought that her mother could look up any moment and see what she was doing. She could walk in the front door and call before Madison could find that sweet release.
She couldn't stop herself from whimpering. So close. So close. She closed her eyes and her body tensed. She moved her left hand down to play with the opening to her pussy as she got closer...
The van door slammed shut and she came.
She pressed her lips together to keep from crying out as the uncontrollable waves of pleasure pounded hard and fast through her body. Her back arched and her pussy clenched, and she pushed with her feet against the alcove wall.
"Madison?" her mother, Lilian, called from downstairs.
"Coming!" she called back.
The waves of her orgasm finally peaked and ebbed. She let out an explosive breath as her body relaxed. The pounding of her pulse began to fade and she opened her eyes. She slowly moved from the window seat to the floor, leaving her knees bent over the edge of the window seat.
A wicked smile played on her lips. She closed her eyes for a moment as she steadied her breath.
Another sweet, sweet home cumming.
She laid there on the floor for a while, her panties now around her ankles, her breasts fully exposed and her right hand nearly covered in cum. The thought of someone walking in at that very moment, seeing her and then fucking her right there in front of the window made desire begin to curl deep within her again.
But Lilian called her name again and she decided against another play session.
After all, things were always better when you had to wait for them for a little while...
She used a few tissues to clean herself up, pulled up her panties and straightened her dress. Her bra and breasts took the most adjusting back into place with hooking up the bra and making sure everything looked as it should. If they didn't her mother would be sure to comment, and that was never a good thing.
When she walked into the kitchen, her mother gave her a suspicious look but said nothing. Madison returned her gaze without the least bit of guilt. After all, how could something that felt so good and didn't hurt anyone be a bad thing?
She leaned against the cupboards and watched Lilian go through her after-work routine of making an instant coffee. Once she had the jug boiling water, she turned to her daughter.
"I thought I heard a noise upstairs. Is someone over?"
Madison shook her head. "Just me.
Lilian arched her eyebrow, but the jug clicked off and the moment faded. As she poured the water, she said, "You remember that your birthday party is tonight, right?"
"Twenty years old and finally going to university," Madison said, parroting one of her aunt's many barbed comments about the state of Madison's life.
A smile almost managed to pass Lilian's lips as she stirred her coffee. "Unfortunately, Aunt Marlene won't be able to make it to your party. One of her cats needs some sort of surgery or other."
'Unfortunately' indeed. Neither mother nor daughter would miss her presence.
"We could start setting up now so we have plenty of time to get ready before anyone arrives." She sipped her coffee and stared off at nothing in particular, her mind moving firmly into planning mode. "I need at least a half an hour to prepare all the finger food, but if you could -"
"I can't. Eric wants me to come by his place before dinner to give me my birthday present. He's on the late shift at the factory so he can't be here for the party."
Madison's mother did her best not to scrunch her nose with disapproval. She had long ago figured out that Madison would date whom she pleased - including a rather dirty factory worker who liked to leave his hand prints on her behind. Be they red hand prints or dirty ones.
Of course, her mother didn't know that.
After a deep sigh, her mother said, "Okay, but be back by seven, please. I need your help setting up for the party, and all your relatives are going to be here by seven thirty."
"Back by seven. Got it."
"I mean it. For some reason I can't fathom, all your relatives have decided that this is the party they all must attend to still look like a family this year."
Actual family reunions had been out since three years back when Uncle Joey had an unfortunate drunken encounter with a snapping turtle at the lake.
"Yes, mom. Seven."
Lilian then turned and put her hands on Madison's shoulders in a rare show of physical affection. The change from the norm had Madison immediately at full attention.
"Ask Eric to drop you back off here, okay? And be careful walking over there." When Madison cocked her head to one side, her mother continued. "Another girl went missing last night. Becky. She's only the second one and there is no sign of struggle, but Bobby at the police station told me that they're getting ready to issue a warning to all college age girls."
Madison smiled. "Knowing Nicole and Becky, they probably set up to go to some club together and just didn't want to go at the same time."
Her mother gave her a hug - albeit an awkward one - and then took a step back. "Go take a shower. The least you can do is look nice for your boyfriend. Even if he can't appreciate it."
There's the mother I know. She said nothing and headed to the bathroom.
***
As Madison walked over to Eric's house, she wondered about Becky Harvey and Nicole Johnson. She'd dismissed their disappearances around her mother because she didn't want Lilian to stop her from walking over to see Eric. If she had to be honest, though, it seemed very creepy and more than a little scary that girls around her age had started to disappear.
Becky was one kind of girl and her disappearing most likely involved a lot of alcohol, sex and sometimes drugs. But Nicole wasn't that kind of girl; she was only in town to visit her parents before heading back to Harvard.
She shrugged off the seed of fear that had started to grow in her. After all, people just didn't disappear in the daylight hours. Eric would drive her home when they were done. Easy and safe.
The walk to Eric's house took half an hour and she smiled when it came into view. She bypassed the front door and carefully picked her way through the knee-high grass to get to the back. She frowned, deciding that she'd just have to save up and help Eric afford to fix his mower. Grass this tall and her party shoes were a disaster of some sort just waiting to happen.
"Eric!" she called out as she opened the back door and stepped into the kitchen. Frowning, she looked around. The place seemed oddly quiet. Usually Eric had his obnoxious music playing or could be heard cursing from the garage as he tried to fix up the old truck his grandfather had left to him.
She spotted a single red tulip on the kitchen table. She smiled. At least he'd gotten the color right this time.
Suddenly someone grabbed her from behind and placed a hand over to mouth. She tried to scream and fight as the person's other arm went around her waist, trapping her right arm against her body. Full panic coursed through her until a deep voice whispered in her ear, "Happy birthday, baby."
Fear turned to frustration and she struggled now so she could turn around and smack him a good one for scaring her so much. But he held her tight. Now that he could leave her mouth free - though he got a few curse words from her - he moved both of his hands to cup her breasts. Never a day went by when he didn't express some sort of affection for her breasts - and her birthday would be no exception.
"Mmm, I love your beautiful tits, babe. Two perfect handfuls all for me."
She pouted and stopped fighting him as he massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples.
"You scared me," she said. She fought against the fire building in her as he moved one hand downward to rub between her legs.
"That's 'cause I'm going to fuck you any way I want and there is nothing you can do about it."
He pulled up the hem of her dress and then stuck his fingers into the band of her panties while using his other hand to get into the top of her dress.
If there was anything Eric was naturally talented at, it was getting around clothes.
He teased her as he rubbed his middle finger above her pussy lips but never pushing them inside. Within seconds, she was wet enough not only for his fingers but to make her panties damp as well.
Her mind felt swamped with indecision. Man, he always felt so good. He took what he wanted from her and rarely let her have any control. Even when she gave him blow jobs, he gripped her hair and didn't let go until he had finished.
Just the thought of it made her knees weak, and she leaned on the table.
But given this was how most of their 'hello and how are yous' went, she decided on going with the uncertain part of the evening.
"No," she said, drawing out the word as she managed to pull his hand out of her panties.
He grunted and put his hand back in, a single finger finding her sweet spot. She could feel his cock already fully hard and pressing against the small of her back. She could so easily give in and let him fuck her right there on the kitchen table (as they had done so many times before), but no; she wanted her birthday present, not the 'present 'that he always had for her in his pants.
"No," she said again and then pinched his hand. Hard.
"Ow!" He let her go faster than a hot coal and looked at her with an annoyed expression. "What was that for?"
"We can do that anytime. I want my present."
"Greedy bitch," he said. Then he noticed her glaring at him. "You know I'm just joking, sugar. I'll go get it."
When he left the room, she sat on the kitchen table and adjusted her dress to leave little to his imagination. With a casual flick of her fingers, the left spaghetti strap of the dress fell from her shoulder to her arm. Her mother would say she looked 'true tramp'.
Perfect.
She considered not giving Eric any tonight because he'd called her a bitch. He knew she hated that. But she also hated withholding sex. It wasn't much of a punishment when it punished her, too. Still, she'd have a think about it. It might be more fun to wait and get off in her room during her birthday party. With all her relatives just downstairs.
She grinned.
"Here it is!"
Eric walked back into the kitchen holding a good size present wrapped in red paper. Way too big for any sort of jewellery, she squashed the little feeling of disappointment and held out her hands. He winked at her and handed the package to her.
She wondered who had done the wrapping for him, given there was no way he'd done such a nice job by himself. He had to get some extra points for putting in that kind of effort - and good sense.
She eagerly ripped off the wrapping paper and tossed it on the floor. The shine of plastic caught her eye and she grinned. What had he bought her? When all the paper had been torn away, she looked down at her brand new...
"Vibrator?"
"Not just a vibrator, baby. This is one of them rabbit vibrators. With the ears and such to tickle all your lady parts."
She looked at him, standing there in his work overalls looking like a stud cock who'd just been put in a yard with one hundred hens.
"It's got seven speeds!"
She looked down at the vibrator. He had even picked out a red one just because it was her favorite color. Seven speeds did sound interesting, if nothing else. And, if the package advertising was to be believed, it had a rotating head to increase her pleasure. Eric had gone to the trouble to pick her out a present that was at least somewhat thoughtful and would have other guys she'd dated in the past feeling threatened and insulted.
But he just didn't get it. Didn't get her if he thought vibrators were something she'd think was the best birthday present ever.
She should have gone for the fuck on the kitchen table.
"What's wrong, baby? Don't you like it? Seven is the most speeds you can get in one of those things."
"It's nice, but..."
"But it took me weeks to find you a red one!"
"Oh, so I am supposed to like everything just because you put a little effort in? Sounds like our sex life!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Before she could answer, he threw his hands up in the air. "You're always 'Eric I want this,' 'Eric I want that'. The only time you ever shut up about what you want is when we have sex!"
She arched her eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. "And what does that tell you?"
"It tells me you're a -"
***
How Eric answered her question didn't bear repeating in Madison's mind as she stormed home, running through the argument in her mind. What a jerk. If he'd just take three seconds to think about all the things she liked during sex, then he'd see that bringing herself quickly to orgasm with 'seven speeds' wasn't her thing.
Then again, maybe she could put herself on a timer or something. But still, it would feel like cheating.
She sighed and uncrossed her arms, slowing her walk. She probably should have been easier on him. He only had two brain cells after all, and they had been all used up on 'sex' and 'I did good' when he handed her the present. Maybe the vibrator could have been an interesting addition to their sex life when wielded in his hands. Out of her control, heck, it could have made for an orgasm she couldn't even imagine.
She looked back toward his house, wondering if she should go back and apologize. And give him a quickie before he drove to work and she -
"Oh, crap!" She looked at her watch and saw that the small argument had taken a lot more time than it'd felt like. Seven o'clock was only ten minutes away and she had been walking for only five minutes at the most.
Her mother would kill her.
She accepted that she would be late no matter what she did, but she could soften the blow by taking a short cut and knocking a few minutes off the walk. A few more if she took off her shoes and ran. At this time of night people would be heading home for dinner, so she'd be able to run through the park without anyone ogling her bouncing breasts.
That she had made an effort to be home on time - and that she'd been late in the first place because she'd had a fight with Eric would just have to satisfy her mother.
Madison hoped that Lilian would be too stressed about the party and all her relatives to spend too much time yelling at her.
She took off her shoes, did a couple stretches and began to sprint.
Running was her favorite thing to do after sex. A good run was similar to good sex after all. It went beyond collapsing in a sweaty heap with a feeling of satisfaction; she loved the nimble feel of jumping over obstacles and feeling light as air as the wind whipped her hair around.
She used to run through the park nearly every morning until her mother (with some very convincing evidence from the police) declared the park the home of rapists and drug dealers. Giving up her running route through the park had been the only easy victory Madison had ever granted her mother.
The trails and 'artfully' placed boulders remained the same, and she even jumped a few. Her bare feet grew slick with the night moisture of the grass, but she kept going full speed. Her hair flew behind her like a curtain in the breeze, and she nearly yelled out for the fun of it.
"Hey, lady!"
Gasping, she tried to bring herself to a sudden stop and turn at the same time. She pivoted on one foot and toppled to the ground. Just as she hit the ground, her world went black.
***
Madison groaned and reached out with one hand, touching the cold surface of a boulder.
The park. I'm still in the park. Mom's going to kill me.
She must have hit her head when she fell because the side of her head just above her temple ached horridly. Her ankle felt sprained at the very least. When she managed to open her eyes, her vision blurred, but she could tell at the very least that the sun had well and truly set.