Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Excuses

He grips her hair, pulling it back, and begins to lick his way up her chest, along her neck, and over her chin, coming to a stop at her mouth, and she swallows him. They twist and turn together in their nakedness, each meeting the other’s thrusts, as they become more like a living, breathing machine than two separate bodies.

She lets out a gasp of pleasure, and he thrusts harder, twists her down onto the bed, pulling himself out of her and quickly burying his face between her legs. She grabs a handful of hair, as she pushes his head deeper down. She arches her back, letting out another gasp. He picks up his pace as she squirms and moans, more and more. Her breathing begins to quicken, her body tenses, her eyes shut tight, and she bites down on her bottom lip.

“Now!” she gasps quickly. He moves with haste, up along her body. They kiss as he penetrates her again, rubbing her clit with his fingers as he thrusts his hard, blood-engorged cock back and forth within her. She digs her fingernails into his back, dragging them down his back, ripping at his flesh, as she quivers with anticipation, frantically matching his thrusts until she can take no more and lets out a satisfied cry of exhilaration. He thrusts harder, faster, forcing himself in deeper, until his mind explodes with undiluted orgasmic ecstasy, and joins her in orgasm. They both let loose with cries of total intoxication from the rapture their bodies created in one another, as they collapse, exhausted, spent, on top of each other.

For a few moments, all they can do is breathe, sucking in breath after breath, both still coming down from their high, until finally, she breaks the silence, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his head up to face her so that she can stare into his pale blue eyes.

“What the hell was that?”

“What?”

“That? How in the fucking hell didn’t I know you could do that?”

“You never asked,” he says with a smile.

“Yeah, but I’ve been good friends with both Gloria and Louise, for that matter. I’ve been good friends with all your fucking ex-floozies. And none of them have ever said you were this good in bed.”

“Maybe they didn’t kiss and tell,” he says with a laugh.

“Believe me, they all kiss and tell, all of them. But whenever it came to you, they’d never say anything like this, they’d just brush it off and change the subject like you were shit or something. So what gives? What’s your secret?”

“There’s no secret. Maybe they were worried you’d try to move in on me if you knew how good I was in bed?”

“What? I doubt it? YOU AND ME? There’s never been anything between us, never, well not until now, that is. But before, we’ve only ever been mates, good mates, but only mates, not anything like this,” she says as she plays with his earlobe.

“Maybe they saw something that we didn’t?”

She sits there for a few moments as she runs her hand through his hair and smiles as she collapses back down on the bed. “Maybe,” she says as he slowly moves a hand down her stomach, towards her groin.

“Really? Round two already?”

“There’s no sense in waiting around, is there?”

“I thought you needed to cram for your interview tomorrow? Wasn’t that why you came over in the first place?”

“I’ll cram later. Something else’s come up,” he says with a smile as he goes down on her again.

“Who am I to argue,” she says as she pulls the sheets over their heads.