11 comments/ 114834 views/ 3 favorites Coming and Going By: Just Plain Bob Forward: I know that a lot of people think that the letters sent in to magazines such as Penthouse Letters are phony and are actually written by the magazine's staff. On that I can't say for sure one way or another. I do know that a lot of the letters sent in are fantasies and I also know for sure that when the magazine receives letters the editors change them for one reason or another. How do I know this? Because it has happened to me. In the fall of 1996 I sent a letter to Penthouse Letters that was published as The Letter of the Month in December 1996 under the title of Coming and Going. The letter had been changed so much that the original "flavor" had been lost. In fact, from my standpoint, they butchered it. I was doing a hard drive cleanup last week and I pulled up the original that I had sent in and thought it would be a kick to post it in its original form and see if anyone remembered it and could see the changes made by the Penthouse Letters staff. The title that I had originally given the story was The Wedding and The Funeral. I'd led a pretty active sex life when I was in high school and as a result my reputation wasn't very good. Determined to turn things around, I made a vow that I was going to be a 'good girl' in college, stay away from boys and just earn my degree. It was a vow that lasted all of two months. Six months into the term I met Henry and fell absolutely head-over-heels in love. Henry had, at least in my opinion, one major flaw - he was determined to remain a virgin until he married. No matter how hard I tried I could not get Henry to fuck me. I would give him handjobs and blowjobs and when he got hot I would pull off my panties and try to mount him, but he would always push me away and tell me to be patient. As a result I was always super horny and considerably frustrated. Several boys from my hometown, who had in the past shared my favors, were always sniffing around, but even though I was sorely tempted, I figured if Henry could wait until the wedding, so could I. The day of our wedding I was extremely antsy, wanting to get all the ceremonial bullshit out of the way so we could get to the bedroom, but with both family and friends all over the place we had to go through all the motions. By the time the reception was almost over I was hotter than a firecracker thanks to all the 'feels' I received while dancing with men who had at one time or another fucked me or been the recipients of either one of my blowjobs or hand jobs. One guy even cornered me on the way to the bathroom and asked me to kiss the head of his dick for old times sake (after looking both ways to see if anyone was around, I did it). All of the attention, plus my eager expectation of finally getting fucked after a full year of going without, had me more than ready. Fate has a way of fucking you over though and on that night fate got me good. It was time to leave the reception and Henry was falling down drunk. I don't mean 'tipsy', or 'mellowed out', I mean he was in a stupor. I had to get Charlie, the best man, and a couple of the guys who had been ushers to help me carry Henry up to our room. They dumped Henry on the bed and the ushers left while Charlie stayed to help me get Henry out of his clothes. We got him undressed and we were standing there looking down at him when Charlie turned to me and said: "There is no way that a sexy lady like you should have to spend her wedding night without being made love to." And with that, he put his arms around me and pulled me to him and kissed me on the lips. He caught me by surprise and while I didn't return the kiss, I didn't push him away either. His tongue probed my mouth as he gently turned me and bent me backwards and I suddenly found myself lying on the bed next to Henry with Charlie on top of me. Charlie had the fastest hands of any man I ever met because before I could push him away he had my wedding dress up around my waist, the crotch of my panties pulled aside and at least two fingers in my pussy. As his tongue worked in my mouth and his fingers probed my cunt I tried to push him away and when he pulled his mouth off mine I told him to stop. "We can't do this, its not right. Please don't Charlie, please don..." but it was too late, for with one quick move he rolled just a little, the head of his cock touched my pussy lips and with one little shove - he was in. I kept saying, "No, we can't, we can't do this. Its not right, we can't" but of course we were doing it and by the time he had pushed into me four or five times I was starting to fuck back. I pulled my legs back until my knees were almost touching my ears and levered my pussy back up at him and took him in as deep as he would go. He hadn't plunged his cock into me more than a dozen times before I went into my first orgasm. I reached up and grabbed the cheeks of his ass with both hands and pulled him to me and started urging him on. "Fuck me, fuck me, come on fuck me harder" and Charlie listened and obeyed. He was pounding into me and I had forgotten all about Henry. The only thing I had on my mind was Charlie's beautiful cock as a second orgasm washed over me. I was making all kinds of noise by now, moaning, groaning, and begging Charlie to fuck me. I was thrashing around on the bed like a woman possessed (which I suppose I was) and I'm only surprised that I didn't dump us all on the floor. When I felt Charlie tense up and I knew he was going to cum I tried to get him to slow down just a bit because I felt another orgasm building in me and I didn't want him to finish and leave me hanging, but he was too far gone and as he pumped his hot sperm into me I was crying "Don't cum baby, don't cum -stay with me - I'm almost there - hold on." Charlie got up, bent over and kissed me and told me to hang on for a minute or so and then he got up and left. He was gone for two or three minutes and while I waited for him to come back I masturbated myself and looked over at Henry - he hadn't moved. When Charlie got back he walked up to me and put his cock in my face, "Get me hard baby, get me hard again." I opened my mouth and went to work on it while still fingering myself. I had Charlie hard in less than two minutes and he wasted no time in getting me on my hands and knees and climbing on the bed behind me. I was already pushing back at him before his cock even touched me. Charlie proceeded to fuck me as hard as he could and in less time than it takes to tell about it I had my third orgasm of the night. Charlie slowed his strokes and I fell forward and as I lay there wondering whether or not to push my luck and let Charlie fuck me to another orgasm or to hustle him out the door I felt him ease out of me and get off the bed. But in less than a minute he was back behind me and I felt him drive into me again. He started fucking me hard and fast and I wondered where he got all of his stamina. Pretty soon I felt another orgasm coming on and I was driving back on his cock in frenzy when all of a sudden I felt something hit my cheek. I opened my eyes and saw a hard cock aimed at my mouth; it took a few seconds to register that there was a cock in my face at the same time a cock was pounding my pussy. I looked up and saw the cock in my face belonged to Tony, one of the ushers from the wedding, and a quick glance back behind me showed that George, another one of the ushers, owned the cock that was doing such a good job fucking me. That same backward glance saw that Charlie was sitting on the couch with two other guys from the wedding party. Charlie just smiled at me. "Baby, you were so hot when I first fucked you that I knew I couldn't cool you down by myself." I opened my mouth to protest and that gave Tony the opening (no pun intended) he needed and he pushed his cock into my mouth and held my head with both hands so that George's thrusts pushed my mouth to the base of his cock. That's how I spent my wedding night. On a hotel bed next to the passed out bridegroom while the best man and four of the ushers took turns with me. Even though I had screwed around a lot before going to college, I'd never made it with more than one man at a time so the experience was a first for me. They all fucked me twice, a couple of them took me three times and one guy even managed to get it up four times. I lost count of how many times I had a dick in my mouth. When they left me I was one completely fucked out woman. It took me half an hour to clean up the mess - there were cum stains everywhere, even a few on Henry's arm. Henry was very apologetic when he woke up the next morning, but considering how I'd spent the night I figured the thing to do was just smile and say, "That's alright Honey. We have the rest of our lives to make love." Naturally, I heard from "The Wedding Night Five" quite often after that night. They all wanted a repeat performance, but I was determined that I was going to be a faithful wife to Henry and in my own way I guess I was. No one ever got a cock into me during my marriage, but the 'good-time girl' in me eventually surfaced one night when I was at a party with some friends while Henry was out of town. After several drinks, a lot of close dances, and after being felt up by every man I danced with, I found myself in the back seat of Tony's car giving him and a friend of his blowjobs. Over the next couple of years I swallowed gallons of sperm as I handed out blowjobs and handjobs like they were party favors, mostly to 'The Five', although they were not the only ones. My boss was getting two and sometimes three a week from me (how that came about was a story in itself), but no one, except Henry, ever got a dick in me except for my mouth. The only time I would give head (with two exceptions - one being my boss) was when Henry was out of town. The second exception was a memorable occasion. Charlie had been after me for some time to get together with 'The Five' on our fifth anniversary. At first I refused every time he brought up the subject, but, when two days before the date, Henry told me he would have to work late that night and we would have to celebrate some other time I got pissed. I called Charlie and told him to set it up, the only conditions being that it would have to be done on my lunch hour and there would be nothing but oral sex. He agreed. When the day arrived I arranged for a long lunch hour and headed for the motel. When I got there I found all five men waiting for me, naked and with hardons ready to go. They had a cake with five candles on it, some champagne on ice, and each one gave me an anniversary card. It may sound silly, but I was touched - I thought it was very sweet of them. I excused myself and went into the bathroom where I changed and freshened up my make-up (I put on the brightest shade of red lipstick I could find). I walked back into the room wearing my wedding dress, veil, white nylons and white high heels. What was supposed to take only an hour or so ended up taking all afternoon. The guys just kept getting hard and I was determined not to quit until they could not get it up anymore. When we finally stopped I was covered in cum. I had swallowed a lot and a lot was splashed on me by guys standing around watching me and jacking off and then shooting all over me when they came. The boys behaved themselves for the most part and settled for blow jobs, finger fucking me, and sucking on my tits, but at one point in the festivities, while George was tit fucking me and I was giving handjobs to Tony and Charlie, I felt my legs being moved apart and I looked to see John getting ready to fuck me. At the last minute Al pushed him away and reminded him of the agreement. I have to admit I had mixed emotions at that point. I was determined that my pussy remain Henry's only, but at that particular moment in time I was very very ready for a hard hot cock. Fate almost got me again. I'd just gotten home and was in the shower when Henry walked in. He had hurried to finish the job he was on and had rushed home. Five minutes earlier and I don't believe I could have explained what he would have seen. There is one last chapter to this story. After seven wonderful years with Henry I came home from work one day to find him dead on the kitchen floor. He'd had an embolism and it reached his brain. Following the funeral, at which Charlie and three others of 'The Five' acted as pallbearers (Tony had moved out of state) everyone came over to the house for the wake. After a night of drinking the inevitable happened and I once again found myself as the centerpiece of a gang-bang. This time, however, I wasn't totally aware of what was happening. It started with my 'Five' and went from there. I know that all of the pallbearers fucked me and I vaguely remember another woman sucking my tits while I was being fucked and then she was beside me getting fucked herself. I was told later that fifteen men had me that night, some of them more than once, and that both of Henry's brothers and one of his uncles were among that number. I thus had the dubious distinction of being gangbanged in both my wedding dress and my widow's weeds. Coming and Going Maddie stood inside the entrance to Hegarty's, scanning the cool interior as the door closed behind her. At this late hour there were a few dozen people filling the tables scattered around the room, with several more sitting on stools at the bar. The raucous conversation taking place between four young guys in the corner competed with the rock music flowing from the chrome and glass jukebox. A drunken woman stumbled alone to the beat, her high heels clacking across the wood floor. Maddie smiled at the sight and turned her attention to Dean Hegarty, who stood behind the bar pouring a beer. Caught up in conversation with the older guy seated on the stool in front, he hadn't noticed her arrival yet. She let out the breath she'd been holding and took the time to enjoy the view before his gaze swung her way. His short dark hair was fashioned in its usual scruffy style, matching the permanent stubble on his jaw. He wore a grey t-shirt over his broad chest, and she didn't need to look behind the bar to know a pair of worn jeans would be covering the lower half of his body. His strong hands were quick and capable as he worked, his attention flicking between his customer and the rapidly filling glass. She wanted those hands on her. It was the only reason she ever came here anymore. He slid the beer into the man's outstretched palm and glanced up as if he'd sensed her presence. When his brown eyes met her grey ones, Maddie watched the change come over him. A frown marred that gorgeous face of his, then he checked her out with a cursory glance and returned his attention to his customer. If she didn't know better she would have been under the impression he hadn't noticed the effort she'd put into her appearance tonight, but that flare of heat she saw in his eyes just before he turned his head gave him away. Her light brown curls flowed loosely down her back and her long legs were bare, ending in a pair of silver stilettos that displayed bright pink toenails. She wore a black mini-dress that dipped low in the front, with just a pair of black lace panties underneath. When she strolled toward him Maddie felt the subtle sway of her breasts with each step. She took her place on the barstool two seats down from the next occupied one, watching as Dean said a few parting words to the other man, then made his way over to her. "What are you doing here?" he asked, looking her over. He didn't sigh but the tone of his voice suggested he might as well have. "Wait—scratch that, I know what exactly you're doing here. I don't have time for this, Maddie." She fought the urge to roll her eyes, knowing it wouldn't do anything to help her cause. With her elbows resting on the bar she leaned forward just enough to have her dress gaping at the front. "Sure about that?" she asked, giving him an eyeful. His attention lingered on her cleavage a little longer than necessary for someone who was trying to give the impression he wasn't interested. He met her eyes again and shook his head, huffing out a reluctant laugh. "Really subtle. Nice work." She grinned despite his moodiness. "Thanks. Just out of interest, why do we have to keep going through this same routine?" Maddie couldn't decide if she wanted it to be different or if the challenge had become a big part of what turned her on. The only thing that bothered her now was that each new seduction took more effort from her with further resistance from him. His apparent loss of interest in this game they'd been playing for the last seven months had begun to concern her lately. "I show up here," she said, "you pretend you don't want anything to do with me anymore then we go upstairs to your apartment. Can't we just skip to the fucking part?" The man sitting nearby let out a guffaw. Maddie shot him a look then returned her attention to Dean. She waited while he considered her for a few long, uncomfortable moments. Any previous signs of amusement disappeared and the muscle ticking in his jaw made her heart thump. She opened her mouth to fill the uncomfortable silence but the expression on his face stopped her. The tension built between them until she felt the need to brace herself, then he finally put her out of her misery. "You've gotta go," he said. Surprise came over her and her eyes widened. "Why?" She tried to ignore the twinge of desperation in her stomach. "I'm done. The last time... that was it for me. I'm tired of being your personal sex toy." Her pulse fluttered in her throat. Maddie stared at him, not sure where to go from here. He'd never mentioned anything when they were last together. They'd spent their usual couple of hours fulfilling each other's physical needs while touching on none of the emotional ones, then she'd left his apartment while he slept to avoid the awkward goodbyes—just like every other time. "What? So... that's it?" she asked. It felt like a door had been slammed in her face. She wanted to crumple before him but forced herself to keep it together. He met her eyes and nodded. "You can't. We—I... " Emotion welled up inside her, her confusion only making things worse. She glanced around in a futile effort to find something to anchor to but it only left her feeling more alone. Why did she care? There had never been anything between them beyond the physical. They'd made no promises to each other or discussed the idea of turning this casual connection into something more permanent. In the back of her mind she'd known it would have to end at some point. She'd just hoped it would be later rather than sooner. Maddie swallowed and forced herself to remain calm, but she couldn't stop herself from wanting to inflict a little hurt on him in the hope it might lessen some of hers. "I'll find someone else," she said, then it hit her all of a sudden that there would never be anyone quite like him. His gaze remained locked with hers. "I know." She twisted the strap on the small handbag tucked under her arm, wondering how it had come to this. They'd first met when she worked at her previous job in an office building just a block from here. The staff had come in to Hegarty's every Friday night to wind down at the end of the busy work week. Even though three Fridays had passed before she and Dean finally got together, there had been something between them right from the beginning. She still remembered the way he'd held her gaze, his mouth kicking up at one corner while she tried her best to hide her flustered reaction. He'd made her heart thump faster just being near him, but when he'd touched her that first time... God, he'd filled her body with a jumble of sensations she could still clearly remember now. Maddie had stopped coming here on Fridays, and now her only visits were whenever she experienced the craving that only Dean seemed able to fill. She'd been under the impression the arrangement worked for both of them but his expression had a look of finality about it that made her want to beg him for just a little more time. It occurred to her that she may have been replaced. The idea stung, and she struggled to keep the hurt from her voice. "So... which one of the bar staff are you seeing?" she asked, glancing at the young redhead currently flirting with a customer at the other end of the bar. Maddie knew there was a pretty blonde, too, but she didn't appear to be working tonight. A guy she'd never seen before had taken her place. Dean let out a controlled breath. "None of them." "So... you have a girlfriend. Anyone I know?" "That falls under the category of none of your business." "Dean." "Maddie." He gave her a look filled with such patience it made her feel petty and small. If she wanted to keep her pride intact, Maddie knew she had to let it go for now, but she couldn't bring herself to leave because he'd think she was running away. Since she'd done nothing wrong, she raised her eyes and blinked a few times while she took a calming breath. "All right," she said, meeting his gaze again. "Are you going to frogmarch me out of here or can I stay for a drink?" His lips moved with a barely noticeable quirk. "Stay if you want. We're closing in an hour-and-a-half." He turned away from her and went about serving up her regular drink as if she was just another customer, one who'd never shared all those intimate moments with him. She watched his back as he worked, wanting to ask why he'd had a change of heart—or mind since there'd obviously been no heart involved from the outset—but there didn't seem to be any point. He came back and placed her drink in front of her. A look came over him that made him appear as if he had something more to say, then he seemed to think better of it and tapped the counter with his fingertips. He gave her a quick, closed-mouthed smile then moved down the bar to serve another customer. Maddie let out a long sigh and rubbed her thumb over the condensation already forming on the glass. She couldn't figure out why it bothered her so much that he didn't want her anymore. She loved men, she enjoyed their company... the pleasure they gave her, but she never got attached to them. Her fingers wrapped around the glass, and she raised it to take a couple of deep gulps. When she discovered how strong he'd made the concoction, Maddie couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. Her gaze drifted around the room, taking in the rowdy guys in the corner. The dancing drunk woman had now draped herself over a seated man who looked as if he couldn't figure out if he welcomed the attention. She watched the woman trace the shell of the man's ear with her fingertip and him squirm in response. Maddie smiled absently and turned back to the bar, searching for Dean. She found him laughing with a male customer and the female bar attendant. The young woman was in her early twenties at most, with her red hair pulled into a ponytail and a belly ring glimmering from the pale skin revealed by the hem of her too-tight t-shirt. She touched Dean's arm and sent him a look that appeared much more intimate than one an employee would normally give her boss. Maddie had never felt the quick stab of jealousy before when it came to men... or one man in particular. She realised what it meant, and the thought made her heart pound. She watched Dean for a while longer then glanced away and took another long drink, surprised to find that the next mouthful left her glass empty. She set it on the counter and gestured for another. * * * * * Dean called last drinks to the remaining crowd and began tidying up behind the bar, glad for the night to be almost over. Everything had gone well up until Maddie's appearance, then it all turned to shit and he couldn't think straight anymore. He grabbed a couple of empty glasses from the counter and flicked another glance in her direction. He'd expected her to take his rejection in stride but the way she'd reacted made him think he'd hurt her. She'd spent the last two songs dancing with a tall blonde guy whose wandering hands made Dean want to loosen a few of his teeth. Watching her with someone new brought home just how much she meant to him. Funny, since she'd always been oblivious to his feelings and made it obvious the only thing she wanted from him was sex. He watched her move, thankful she'd ditched the handsy asshole now. She stood alone on the dance floor, her eyes closed and her lithe body swaying. Her arms rose above her head, her small bag hanging from one shoulder as she twirled her fingers in the air. Dean took in the swing of her hips, the way her head tilted back and her hair flowed over her bare shoulders. Despite what had happened between them he still wanted to slip in behind her, wrap his arms around her waist and pull her against him. Her eyes opened and her gaze settled on him. He felt the shock of the connection, the steady thump of his heart as they watched each other. Need churned inside him the way it always did when he had her within his sights. He refused to look away; he couldn't stop himself from taking in every detail while he still had the chance. She smiled at him, just the barest movement of her mouth before she turned in a slow circle and met his eyes again. Although they were too far apart to touch, he could almost feel the heat of her body against him. Her hands dropped to her sides and her tongue slipped out to moisten her lower lip. He watched her eyes dart to rear of the bar, to the door that led up to his apartment. That one brief glance let him know exactly what she wanted. No matter how much he'd tried to make her think he didn't care, he wanted it, too. If she'd been cocky about it he would have found it easy to turn away from her and forget about this connection of theirs, because then he'd finally know for sure it was all just a game—but she didn't look like a woman who only wanted to win a meaningless challenge. She kept her steady gaze on him, the hopeful expression on her face finally pushing him over the edge. He let out a resigned breath and fired instructions at Carrie and Brett, the two staff members who were working for him tonight. When he felt confident enough leaving them alone to close up for the night, his gaze swung back to Maddie. One more time, he thought, then he was done. * * * * * Dean shoved Maddie against the closed door of his one bedroom apartment, his mouth pressing to hers, hard and demanding as it took control. They'd already spent a while on the stairs, neither of them able to finish the ascent because they couldn't keep their hands off each other long enough to take the steps. With a couple of jerky movements she rid herself of her shoes, making the height difference between them more obvious. One of her hands sank into his hair and gripped the dark strands, her lips responding to his punishing kiss with a fierceness of their own. She grabbed his other hand and directed it under her dress, just as forward as she'd always been in letting him know what she needed. He cupped her pussy and rubbed her through her panties, his groan muffled against her mouth. She pulled her lips free and let out a strangled cry as her hips rocked to meet his massaging fingers. "Tell me what you want from me," he said, hearing the huskiness in his voice. Her fingers loosened in his hair and her breaths grew heavier. "An orgasm." Her response would have made him smile at any other time. He wasn't in the mood right now, though. He nipped her jaw and rubbed her pussy, take pleasure in the way she twisted against him. "What else?" "I don't... I can't think." She moved her hips toward him, meeting the slow glide of his fingers. Her wetness seeped through her panties, coating his hand in a musky sheen. "Stop thinking," he said, pressing his thumb against her clit. "Say what you feel." Her palms slid down from his hair to clasp his jaw. She pressed her lips to his, her tongue taking on a life of its own and driving him wild with need. Her soft whimpers made him want to tear her panties off her. He sank his hand under hair and clutched her curls in his fist, pulling her mouth off his. "Talk to me," he said. A guttural sound he'd never heard before came from her. She suddenly pushed off the door and propelled him backward, shoving him against the opposite wall hard enough to make the picture above his head rattle. Dean growled and dragged her in for another long kiss, keeping her close with his arms wrapped around her. He wanted to turn her around, shove her panties down and fuck her right here; his need for her almost consumed him. When he finally pulled away from her they were both breathless. "I feel... out of control," she said. "Yeah? Tell me something I don't know." He tugged her dress over her body and pulled it free from her hair, dropping it beside him. His gaze wandered over her as she stood before him in only her panties. The view made his pulse quicken and his erection strain against his pants. Her mouth was pink, swollen from their kisses. Her stomach tightened with her quick breaths and her nipples hardened under his appraisal. He couldn't wait. He needed her now. Dean stripped off his t-shirt and flung it away. He pulled her to him, groaning at the feel of bare breasts against bare chest. One hand swept over her ass while the other slipped between her legs, curling over her pussy. His gaze remained on hers while he manipulated her sensitive flesh through her panties. "You tell me something first." She appeared to be trying to keep it together but she shuddered as his thumb pressed against her clit. Her body rocked toward him as if chasing the release only he could give her. Maddie gasped at his touch, holding his face in her hands. "Why did you change your mind?" He leaned in and kissed her, gentling his lips as he worked his fingers inside the leg of her panties to touch her directly. She whimpered in response, almost making him lose it. "Couldn't help it," he said as his fingers encountered wet, warm skin. "God, Dean." She bit his lower lip then flicked her tongue over him to soothe him. "Why?" He kissed her hard, feeling arousal, need and frustration, collide inside him. When their mouths parted he rested his forehead against hers and decided to just give in to it all. "Because I feel something for you," he said. "I want more from you than sex." She let out a squeak. He wondered if the reaction meant something good or bad but then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with more enthusiasm than he'd ever felt from her before. Her tongue dipped into his mouth, her body plastered against him, her hands were in his hair. It was like she couldn't get close enough. While he held her and their mouths moved together, he brought her off with his hand. She kept letting out these little moans that made him want to fuck her and cuddle her at the same time. His fingers slid back and forth over her slippery clit, pushing her, teasing her, until he felt her shudder and cry out against his mouth. Warmth unfurled in the pit of his stomach, and he groaned. She still clutched him to her as her hand slipped between their bodies to curve over his erection. Dean thrust his tongue into her mouth and pulled his hand from her panties. He placed it over hers and squeezed, rubbing his cock with her. Maddie broke the kiss and breathed against his lips. "Let me... God, I need to—" She nudged his hand away and worked on the zipper of his jeans, yanking it open and pushing the denim over his hips. He loved her urgency. She'd always been this way with him, desperate to get him inside her, excited over every touch. He remembered how they used to fuck hard and fast the first time just so they could take it easy the second time around. She worked his boxer briefs over his cock and released him. Her gaze dropped to check out what she'd revealed, and when her eyes came back to meet his, the look in them made him snap. Dean kissed her hard one final time then grabbed her upper arms and reversed their positions, pressing her face first against the wall. He shoved his jeans over his thighs and almost tore her panties from her as he lowered them over the cheeks of her round little ass. He grabbed hold of his dick and pressed it into the crevice created by her parted thighs, rubbing it along her smooth, wet channel. "Don't tease me, Dean. I can't wait. Fuck me," Maddie pleaded. He leaned in and grazed his teeth over her throat, easing inside her with a slow thrust. She sighed and pushed back against him to deepen the connection. He kissed her ear, nibbled the lobe. She was so tight the urge came over him to start thrusting and never stop. Once he'd filled her completely, her head turned and her eyes met his. She had a dazed look about her that made him want to smile. Dean gave her a kiss on her mouth, then without another word pulled back and plunged inside her again. Coming and Going She held on, leaning her cheek against the wall while her hands reached back to touch him. He felt the dig of her fingertips in the muscles of his thighs, the clench of her buttocks as her pussy squeezed around him. He smelled the musky scent of her arousal. He wedged a hand between her body and the wall, reaching for her opposite breast and grabbing her firm flesh. He pumped his cock inside her, using his other hand to pull her hair from her neck and kiss the nape. A wet sheen of perspiration coated her skin, and he felt her straining against him, trying to get closer. She met every one of his thrusts with a movement of her own, moaning and grunting with the effort. He'd never seen her like this before. The need was nothing new but the rawness of her sounds, the roughness of her touch... it was like she'd decided to hold nothing back. He fucked her hard, letting out all of the frustrations of the past months, each one of his thrusts forcing a short, sharp breath from her. She slipped her fingers between her legs and began rubbing her pussy. He groaned and moved his hand from her breast to her throat, curving his fingers around the base while he kept up his hard, deep strokes. His other hand gripped her hip, pulling her back against him. "I want to stay after this," she said, her voice husky and breathless. "Let me stay and sleep next to you so we can do it again in the morning." "I want that, too." He kissed her flushed cheek, her suggestion making him pick up his pace. Her fingertips brushed his cock as he moved in and out of her. Her ass slapped against his groin. It reached the point where he couldn't hold on any longer. "I'm gonna come, Mads," he said, gripping her hip tighter. "Oh, God, yes." She ground her pussy against him, squeezing him with her inner muscles as she rubbed her clit. Her breaths came quicker and she pulsed around him as her body trembled and an orgasm rippled through her. Dean groaned and rested his chin on her shoulder. He turned his face against her neck, his heavy breaths stirring her hair while he thrust hard once, twice, losing it on the third stroke. His cock erupted, a rasping groan tearing from him as his cum spurted into her wet, warm depths. He didn't want to move but he couldn't if he'd tried. His arms were still wrapped around her and the hand he'd had at her throat moved to her breast. Dean felt her heart hammering against his palm, and her breathing still hadn't slowed. She hadn't said a word but the way she stroked his thigh softly with her fingertips felt promising. "Did you mean what you said about staying?" he asked, pulling back to place a kiss on her bare shoulder. She stirred before him and pushed off the wall, turning in his arms to stare up at him. Her mascara had smudged and her hair was all tangled. She looked a mess but he'd never thought of her as more beautiful than right in this moment. Her teeth worked on her lower lip as she nodded, appearing hesitant for the first time since he'd met her. "No more coming and going?" he asked, raising his brows as he yanked up his boxers and jeans. She seemed to catch onto his meaning because she laughed and shook her head. "No. I'm staying." He grabbed her and pulled her to him. "Thank God for that," he said. "Let's go to bed. That wall thing nearly killed me." He interlocked his fingers with hers and hurried down the hall with her before she could change her mind. * * * * * In the morning when she woke, Maddie took a moment to get her bearings. She discovered she'd snuggled in beside Dean during the night and her cheek now rested against his chest. The sun streamed through the window since they'd forgotten to close the blinds last night. He trailed his fingertips over her forehead, and she shifted against him making soft sounds of contentment. She'd never been with anyone like this before, all relaxed and quiet, heavy limbs tangled in tousled sheets. It made her feel vulnerable in one way but safe in another. She traced his lower belly with her fingertip, building the courage to lift her head and look up at him. When she met his dark eyes, everything she felt for him rose to the surface and filled her with warmth. "You okay?" he asked, squeezing her nose. She laughed then, sending him a look filled with affection. "Yes. It's all good." "All of it?" he asked. Maddie stared up at him, taken with the view of his rumpled hair, stubbled jaw and warm, dark eyes. Now she'd spent this time with him, she couldn't imagine wanting to wake up any other way. "All of it," she said, climbing on top of him to straddle his body. He smiled and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her to keep her right where she belonged.