Bad Habits (An Anthology)

My fingers hover over the keys as I hold my breath, waiting for some inspiration to hit. A small blurb, a paragraph, anything. My fingers twitch with inactivity and I give up, placing them in my lap and resting my head against the keyboard with a sigh. Nothing. I didn’t have a single good idea to put into words and I have a pitch due next week for a new book.

“Baby?” His voice breaks my concentration as I hear him step through the front door and call out my name. I sigh again, sinking deeper into my chair. Another day with nothing to show for it. A complete waste of time.

His footsteps thud against the hardwood as he moves closer to the office. I hear the door creak with his presence and turn around. “You’re home early,” I say, using my body to shield my shameful all white screen from him. He frowns and looks at the clock on the wall.

“Not really,” he says with a frown. He looks around me at the empty screen. He rolls up his sleeves and walks behind my chair, placing his hands on my shoulders. He tugs at the knots there and I lean into his touch.

“You know I’m supposed to be the one massaging your shoulders since you’re the only one out of the two of us with a real job,” I tell him. He shrugs and continues his ministrations.

“I like to take care of you,” he tells me seriously. I don’t say anything else. “How’s the writing going?” he whispers, pulling my dirty blonde hair to the side to press his lips against my neck. I grip the mouse in my hand, the computer anxiously popping up a screen about pressing multiple buttons at once. He laughs. “You seem a little on edge,” he adds, draping an arm over my shoulder to rest his hand on my upper thigh.

“It’s fine, I suppose,” I say back. He rubs a hand along my back in soothing circles. “I need some new material.” He kisses my temple and pulls a bag from behind his back, setting it on the desk beside my keyboard. I turn, arching an eyebrow. He shrugs and nods toward the bag.

“Open it,” he encourages. I gently move the tissue paper out of the way, pulling out a rather large black box inside that is also wrapped in tissue paper. He laughs. “When I said gift wrapping I didn’t know they were going to do that to it.” I tear through the paper, pitching it in the bin next to my feet and eye the purple box with a magnetic lid suspiciously. I slide a finger under the magnet, feeling it come loose and let the door swing open.

Inside is a hot pink vibrator with ten different settings, all of which promise a “screaming orgasm” or your money back. “Is this the one I saw at the store the other day?” He nods eagerly, taking the box from my hand and turning it over.

“Did you know that it’s double penetrating?” He points to the function list. His finger gently caresses the side of the box while the other draws soothing circles on my upper thigh.

“I do now,” I say. “I’m not even sure how they can prove the screaming orgasm thing,” I add. He places the box back in my lap and puts his hands on my shoulders. He spins me around so I’m facing him, leaning down to kiss me.

“Do you think that will help you with your new material?” he questions, trying his best to look serious. He doesn’t acknowledge my screaming orgasm comment. I nod, my lips parting. I can feel the goosebumps dotting my leg where his touch had just left me.

“Definitely,” I reply without hesitation.

“Good,” he says. His hands slide down from my shoulders and trail down the sides of my arms. Goosebumps form where his touch leaves my skin. He abruptly pulls his hands away and I greedily reach after him. He smirks at me as he steps away from my chair. He looks me up and down slowly.

I’m dressed in my usual work attire which included a pair of his pajama pants and one of my sports bras. My hair is tied up in a messy bun and my reading glasses are perched on the tip of my nose. I never look like a supermodel but he never fails to make me feel like one. He holds a hand out to me and I raise an eyebrow.

“Just trust me,” he laughs. I roll my eyes and allow him to help me to my feet. HIs hands fall to my hips, caressing the skin on my waist as he presses his lips to my neck again, this time leaving open mouthed kisses. He maneuveres himself around me, taking my place in the desk chair. The hands on my hips spin me so I’m facing the computer and he gently pushes on my back so my chest hovers over the keyboard. I turn back to him and smile.

“What are you up to?” I ask. He shakes his head.

“Just close your eyes. Think about what you feel,” he instructs me. I purse my lips but do as I’m told. My eyes close and the only thing I can think about besides the thundering of my heartbeat is his hands on my hips. His fingertips ghost over the waistband of my pants, sliding in between the elastic and my skin.

The fingers in the sides of my pants hook into the fabric and gently tug. My eyes almost open but his touch abruptly leaves and I feel a hand over my mouth and another hand over my eyes, preventing me from opening them and looking back at what he’s doing.

“Baby,” he says sternly. I feel the pressure of his belt buckle against my ass as he presses himself into me, his lips touch my ear while he speaks. “I told you not to open your eyes. Keep them closed until I tell you,” he reminds me. He thrusts his pelvis into my ass harder. I arch my back into the sensation. “Nod so I know you understand.” I comply. His hands leave and I hear the sound of him rustling with his belt buckle.

My toes curl with excitement when he grabs the waistband of my pants once again and pulls me back into him. His touch is demanding but soft as he pulls the pants down just past the crack of my ass and pulls me back down into his lap. His cock bumps into my slit as he leans me back so he can pull my pants right off in one clean swoop. He discards them on the floor beside us.

His hand moves down my stomach in between my legs, nudging them apart with his fingers. I lick my lips eagerly, making sure to squeeze my eyes closed so he doesn’t stop. I feel his chest vibrate behind me with his laughter.

“You look so adorable with your eyes closed like that I want to cover you in little kisses,” he presses a kiss against my cheek as he says it. “I had to tell you.” He clears his throat and his hand jolts in between my thighs, reminding me of our current predicament. “Anyways, my fucking hand is between your thighs and I really want to continue with that now,” he tells me. When my lips part to say something he presses his lips against mine, kissing the words right out of my mouth.

I sit up and drape my legs on either side of his, giving him easy access to slip a finger inside of me. I gasp and he pulls my bottom lip in between his teeth, tugging at it while I squirm in his lip, trying to nudge his finger further inside me.

His head dips and he buries his teeth in my shoulder, another finger joining the first. They spread inside me then come together, slowly stroking up and down my walls. I squirm and try to pull my left leg back in. He drapes his forearm over my thigh, his elbow shoving my thigh back against his chest, trapping it there. His fingers leave my cunt and I whine in protest while he loops his other arm under my right leg. “I never imagined you to be the type to whine for sex but it’s so fucking hot, Baby,” he mumbles to me. I feel his hand wrap around his cock and drag it up to the lips of my cunt. His other hand trails up my chest and grips my breast.

He sheaths himself inside me and I moan, gripping the edge of the desk in front of me. “You feel so damn good,” he tells me, jerking his hips upward so I bounce in his lap. I gasp when I feel his cock throb inside of me, twitching eagerly. He rests his hands on my hips and pushed me forward slightly, arching his back so he could thrust into me from below. The angle has me drawing my bottom lip in between my teeth. I try to grind against him but he holds me in place.

“How does it feel?” he asks me, his fingers move, pressing into my clit while his others roll my nipple in between his fingers. I open my mouth to respond as his teeth scrape over the side of my jawline. The action sends chills down my spine. He chuckles behind me, his pace unrelenting as he thrusts inside of me. “Hmm?” he mumbles into my ear. I gasp as his lips descend on my neck.

“So good,” I finally whisper, my hand gripping the wrist of the hand in between my parted thighs.

“Write about it,” he says. He takes his fingers away from me and wraps one arm around my stomach, shifting us forward so I can reach the keys. I look at him over my shoulder, an eyebrow arched. He thrusts deeper inside of me, rolling his hips once he’s buried to the hilt inside of me. I can’t help the scream of pleasure that rips through me. “If you don’t start writing I’ll stop,” he tells me seriously. “I’m just trying to help you get through your writer’s block,” he justifies innocently. My eyes roll as my hands shake over the keyboard.

I wasn’t writing a smut chapter but I wasn’t going to tell him that. I hit the return button on the keyboard several times before I start typing. It’s nothing but garbage. My vision blurs as his pace continues. Through the spots I can clearly make out all of the red underlines on the screen. He laughs behind me, his dick twitching with the sound. “Is it that good, baby?” I can hear his ego in his words.

I nod and lean my head against the keyboard, my head resting against the spacebar. He howls with laughter when he sees the result on the screen. “Maybe it’s not helping and I should stop,” he teases, making another one of his circles with his hips.

“Don’t you dare,” I say, arching my back onto him. He grunts as he takes the hand at my waist and uses it to pull me back into the chair. I drape my legs over either arm of the desk chair, leaning my head back onto his shoulder. His hand goes back to my breast, the other locking me in place so he could continue his thrusts.

In front of us the monitor dimmed from inactivity then went black. The resulting blank screen perfectly reflected our bodies back to us. I could see exactly how his cock looked as it was plunging in and out of me. He smiles against my cheek. “You really like watching,” he says as another surge of arousal runs down my spine. “Watch me make you cum,” he tells me. His thrusts are unforgiving.

In the reflection on the dark screen I see his balls making contact with the underside of my ass. I can see exactly how deep his cock goes inside of me and how it stretches me as it fills me. My orgasm rips through me, shuddering in his arms as I find my release. He finds his own release with one final thrust into me. I melt into his frame as his arms pull me in while the aftershocks of our orgasms leave.

He kisses my cheek and pulls himself from me, tucking me into his lap. “Welcome home,” I mumble into his chest as he rubs a hand up and down my back.