Page 7 of Commander in Briefs

Four Years Ago

Ithrust steadily into Sarah—or is it Sadie? Who the fuck knows—until I bottom out. I chase the delicious spot that nestles the crown of my dick, giving it light butterfly kisses to the head with each measured stroke.

Coach kicked my ass at practice today after I mouthed off and hip-checked a fellow teammate. Two hundred suicide running drills later followed by violent puking in the locker room, I would say I am due for some relaxation. A blow job would have been better for my aching body, but I rationalize that some aggressive sex will satisfy my inner-control demon more today.

Instead of my usual, I picked up this chick, who is lying under me like a dead fish and totally killing my high.

I like my women vocal; I like some kink, and I definitely like it rough.

This girl is none of the above, but when she was begging to come home with me, she was all about “the best night of my life.” Yeah, right.

Pulling myself onto my knees, I grasp Sarah’s hips roughly and pound into her unclenching pussy. I want her to scream. I get off on screams.

Wait. Is that BO I smell? I shrug it off, picking up the pace, not really giving a fuck at the moment.

Sarah gasps at my forceful intrusion and quickly covers her eyes, sporting a small grimace. What the fuck? At this rate, I’m never going to come.

I’m seconds from deciding to just jerk off in the shower when a chiming tone chirps in my ear. I have a call coming in. Yes, I’m fucking with my Bluetooth in. Don’t judge me.

I rasp out a whiney, “Yeah.” Thrust. Lift her knee. Thrust.

“Theo. I need a favor,” Anniston’s sexy voice demands.

Another thrust. Lifting Sarah’s pelvis higher, I pound that sweet spot, finally hitting my mark.

“Theo? Theo, are you fucking?”

I grunt in response, focused on hitting my mark again so I can come and get this chick the hell out of my apartment.

“Oh my gosh, youarefucking! You are such a bastard,” Her half-ass scolding only makes me smile. I know she likes this “bastard” side of me. I know it turns her on, gets her wet. I grunt once more, never letting up my relentless pace.

I cannot get there. Fuck!

“Do the thing.” My voice is teetering between a whine and something too close to crying. On the cusp of a mediocre orgasm, I’m leaning toward the latter.

“What? No!”

Begging is not beneath me. “Please,” I plead. Silent Sarah has yet to make a fucking peep. Damn this girl and her vanilla sex. Never again. She is out of my contact list.

“Fine,” Ans relents. “But let me just say that you are a total douche and whatever whore you have up there is apparently as good in bed as your grandma.”

Thank you, Anniston. I really needed another image to prevent my impending orgasm. Squaring my shoulders, I start a steady pace, waiting for the music to my ears that will inevitably lead me to bliss.

“You want to come baby?” she croons in a deep, raspy, phone-sex kind of way.

Fuck yeah! I love this girl. I pick up speed, my body flushing with arousal.

“Yes,” I hiss out between breaths.

“You want me to scream, Theo?”

“Mmm. Fuck yes.” Grinding down on my molars, I push harder, deeper. Silent Sarah is quiet, with a pillow over her head. Whatever, I don’t encourage her to remove it.

“Then fuck me, Theo,” she moans in my ear. “Harder. Is that all you have?”

My orgasm tingles at the base, a pleasurable tightening is finally in my balls. On cue, I begin to fucking pound this girl.

She squeaks and brings her hands to the crease of my thighs, attempting to stop me from sinking too deep.

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