"See, Nanaya? Look how sloppy I am. And now I'm going second."
"That isnotwhat it means!" Her laughter had cut off on a wheeze as his cock slid into her, like a watermelon-colored anaconda.
On weekend mornings when they were both home, they were able to take their time. He would cover her with his body, her legs over his shoulders as he pumped into her slowly, pulling out and teasing her with just the tip until they were both dripping. Or else, he would roll her over onto her belly, pressing into her from behind while she was prone, the flatness of the position leaving her feeling stuffed, each thrust a slow drag.
Weekday mornings like that day were a different story. They each had a routine, both needed to get up and get moving to get out the door. He needed to jump into a quick shower, she needed ten uninterrupted minutes in front of the mirror. He needed to catch his train, she needed to grab a coffee on her way in. She had already come, and a fast fuck to finish him off was all they had the mental bandwidth and physical time for.Sloppy seconds indeed.
Ris would never not suck in a breath when he lifted her, still impaled on his cock, shifting her to the center of the bed so that he could kneel in front of her. One leg wrapped around his waist, the other flush to his chest, her foot beside his ear, as he pumped into her with single minded need. That particular morning, shehad closed her eyes as he thrust against her, the big shape of him causing a slight swell just above her mound, every time he slid forward.
She'd always considered maintenance sex something to avoid. She’d not had good enough partners to fully understand how enjoyable the mindlessness of it could be, how good it felt to come first thing in the morning, how much less stressful sex was when they were both honest about what they needed and wanted. She liked having her pussy licked before she even got out of bed —done. She'd confessed that to him once, and it hadn’t been a conversation they needed to have over and over again. He needed to come before leaving for work. He was either going to do it with her or jerk off. He was happy with a fast, hard fuck, not having to worry about anything other than his own need to drain his balls before getting on the train —done. It worked for both of them. They were satisfied, they had communicated, they had time for a quick breakfast and kissed in the car.
This is truly what living the dream looks like.
Her eyes had sprung open when his fingers pressed to her clit, rubbing exactly the way he knew she liked best, instantly pulling a little moan from her throat before gasping up at him.
"We got time for extra on the menu today?"
Ainsley had laughed, scraping his teeth against her ankle bone. Her cheeks flushed as he paused, his eyes fluttering closed as he refocused on his pleasure for a moment, his hips never slowing. "We don't. That's the problem." He grunted, changing his angle slightly so that he felt a hair deeper, and she whimpered again. "I need you to help me over the edge. Because we're right between a typical morning load and a nice upgraded side of bacon morning load. The regular menu is fine, but goddamn do I love bacon."
Don't laugh. You're going to break his concentration. She had squeezed her eyes shut, wheezing as silently as she could, shaking her head at how ridiculous he was.Okay . . . focus.You can do this. Her clit was still sensitive from his tongue and she coulddefinitelycome again. She just needed a touch more direct simulation.
"Can you move your fingers down a hair —ohhh, right there. Press in just a tiny bit on the right . . ." She moaned again when he had applied just the right amount of pressure, gratified by the way he groaned in response. “Perfect.”
Ris tipped her head back, letting her jaw drop open and her eyes close, focusing on nothing but the drag of his cock inside her and his fingers rubbing her clit, working her until she was panting. The band of pressure behind her naval was tightening, and while this wouldn't be as deep of an orgasm as her first one, it would be enough of a squeeze to help him over the edge.And that's why you do kegels.
When his hand slipped against her, his fingers inadvertently pressed into her harder, making her see stars. "Fuck. . . Do that again and I'm finished. Is that big cock ready to get his bacon?"
"Oh, he's ready to feed the whole damn town. My balls are vibrating, Nanaya. Squeeze me tight."
Another press into the bulb of her clit and the room went white, her spine shivering as her cunt pulsed around him, squeezing around his thick shaft as she keened. She'd been wrong. The orgasm hadn't started as deep, but Ainsley had continued to press into that hidden bulb beneath her skin, milking her clit with his fingers, extending her pleasure until her stomach cramped. Ris heard the echoing vibration of his deep groan of pleasure a moment later, his hips losing their rhythm and then his cock emptying against her belly, flopping and jerking like a prize-winning fish at the bottom of a boat.
He hadn't been wrong. The pool of white that had collected against her violet skin was more voluminous than his typical morning emission, his hips jerking longer, and his groan was deeper when he finally collapsed to the bed beside her, flopping a long arm out over her, yawning hugely.
"That was abigorder of bacon. "
She smiled at the sound of his laughter, his palms covering his eyes for a moment, rubbing vigorously. "Don't ask me where I was storing that. Fuck, we need to get up."
They had begun keeping a stack of towels and a bottle of water beside the bed for this exact purpose. Within a few minutes, both her belly and his face were clean, he was in the shower and she was brushing out her hair in the mirror. It may have seemed like a strange routine to outsiders, but it worked for them, and she had never been happier.
Now his text was coming at the perfect time of day.
Good
At least one of us is living his best life
She had just arrived back at her desk, aggravated over the meeting she'd just left, her points overlooked by the director of recruitment.
"Can someone explain this number to me?" she had asked to the assembled table, eyebrow raising at the packet that had been dropped in front of her. "Why is your hiring target so high?"
She had never tried to stand out. Standing out meant people paying attention, and growing up, her entire façade in her Elvish community had been predicated on peoplenotpaying attention too closely to the details of the fictions and half-truths she told, and that habit had carried with her to adulthood. She never tried to be the center of attention, never needed all eyes on her — but nor was she willing to be a shrinking mouse. Especially when a man thought the sound of his voice was more important than hers, particularly when he was wrong and loud in his wrongness.
The director had blustered, and she had bristled.
"I think we need to revisit this in Q1 for some level-setting," she had insisted. "These inflated numbers do nothing but overwhelm the departments. We have quality employees now who are being under-assigned.”Like Silva. Who doesn’t even bother coming in anymore, and no one in her group even cares. “They can’t afford to stay here if we can't afford to pay them competitively, which we can't afford to do because they're not getting any actual work.Weare the ones conducting the exit surveys. People are being told they’re not contributing in a meaningful way to their department, but the truth is there’s not enough work to go around. I can promise you they’re taking that truth with them to their next interviews."
She grumbled the whole way back to her desk, slapping down the packet on the irritating aluminum desktop. Silva had once excitedly shown Ris the modeling software she used to build the presentation mockups, which was the only assignment it seemed she was ever given. In addition to the company assets, she’d had ample time to build out fantasy houses, each room dimensioned and fully decorated, and Ris was certain if Tate miraculously decided he wanted to settle down and devote himself to Silva, she’d have the house furnished and decorated by the end of the week. She was eventually going to be snapped up by someone better, her and all the other eager-to-prove-themselves junior associates, and Ris would be the only one unsurprised.
Her phone buzzed again.
