Letting Him In

Three on the dot.

Not a second sooner, not a second later. The accuracy and precision of technology can sometime be beneficial, or else just plain irritating.

Ellery was jolted awake by the shrieking sound of her alarm. She tried to peel one eye open as she heard the ugly vibrating sound of the small device on the bedside table, quaking the surface irritatingly so. She shut her eyes tight with a heavy grunt trying to get back to sleep, but before her mobile phone would make contact with the floor, she reached out and shut it off.

Five more minutes. She grunted.

The soft mattress under her heated skin hugged her in a perfect embrace, not planning to let her go so soon. However, she knew she needed to leave before the first ray hit her face.

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes to a dimly lit room. The soft blow of the air-conditioning device kissed her naked chest, making her nipples stood at attention. She glanced around absorbing the well decorated man cave, stretching slightly like a happy cat after a good nap. Something stirred beside her, pulling her close to a solid chest. The memories of last night came rushing in as if a flood gate had been opened. She remembered every single contact, every single graze, every single touch they shared all night long in the cheap hotel room.

Damn, he was amazing.

She can still taste some of his warm liquid lingered in her mouth, not that they had been sleeping for long. She did not even get a chance to wash her mouth before slumber took over their night’s activity. Just thinking about his hard manhood had her wet again.

She was tucked beside him, her head resting on his left shoulder and her left leg draped over his pant-less ones. His strong arms wrapped around her waist in a tight hug, giving her encouragement to be naughty. Any subtle movement would create a blazing friction, igniting flames of arousal in the dark surrounding. Her hand creepily travelled south to his semi erected shaft. Can’t resist.

Any man would agree, this is the best way to be waken up to.

The man, what was his name – she thought – grunted his approval in his deep baritone mixed with sleepiness, cracked a satisfying smile on Ellery’s lips. The hand that was holding her in a tight grip loosened and brought to the back of his head. He opened his brown eyes and gratefully enjoyed the treatment she was giving him.

“Lay back and relax.” She whispered before she got up and straddled him. Their bare throbbing groins greeted each other in a French kiss, exciting the owners to moan hard and loud. She was drenched in her own arousal, wetting his hard shaft to a point that her movement ran smooth and slick. His fully erected cock laid stiff on his stomach while her nether lips sat on top of it, grazing torturously slow up and down, up and down, until the air felt thick with heat.

She was teasing him, he was getting restless. Admittedly, he enjoyed getting her off by his fingers, but a tiny part of him hoped that this might be the time he got to fill her to the brink after so many begging last night. Unfortunately for him, he did not make it to the top of her good-boy list to be granted that wish. Every time he tried to slip in, she moved away shaking her head playfully at him. It frustrated him further.

“Please, Marilyn. Let me have the honor of pleasuring you like no other men could.” He begged one final try. He felt her pulsing and knew she was close, as was him.

Marilyn was the first name that popped in her head when she met him. It was fun to give out different aliases to strangers. She felt like a top-secret agent in a mission. She had half the mind to start wearing wigs and costumes but opted for a more economical and normal method.

Tonight, she went by the name Marilyn; her favorite fashion icon of all time. She adored her curves, she adored her sex appeal, she adored her fashion sense and vibe that sent most males to their knees.

“Mmm. Maybe next time. Fuck.” She moaned her empty promise, getting closer to her own climax.

Bringing herself close to the finish line, her hips moved faster meeting his upward thrusts. Both horny bodies were panting like a dog in heat, chasing their peak of release together. The delicious sensation caught up with them as her body vibrated above him followed by her scream of euphoria when she felt him shooting his loaded gun repeatedly. The sticky white gel landed on his perfectly sculptured stomach in strings of joy, her last work of art before she had to go.

Four orgasms in one night. Enough to cover a week’s work out, she giggled to herself while they laid spent side by side. The light snore that rumbled from his chest was her cue to break free from his embrace and disappeared into the night – or more like early morning. She grabbed her clothes, one by one that scattered in a trail right to his front door. As soon as she was decent, she left the apartment with a soft click of the door, not looking back or planning to revisit.

He was good, but not good enough. A six at most. She assessed the event and the participant as the cab driver wheeled the car to her address.

It was nearing time for her to go to work, thus a quick shower and a lot of coffee to keep her awake for the day ahead.

Ellery sat on the edge of her friend’s desk in her white blouse tucked into a grey pencil skirt, paired with her velvet high heels. She listened to her friend rambled on and on about her wild playtime under the sheets with the same man that groped her in the middle of the dancefloor last night.

At least once a week, these single ladies will doll up and put on their finest jewelry for a routine hunk hunting. With clear intentions, they regulated Ody’s; to get themselves a piece of fine meat each, and that was exactly what they got according to the giggles and smiles they were sharing.

“He was adequate but whatever he lacked he made up for in his skill.” Dianne sighed in contented smile, eyes dreamy in sexual haze still. “How was your night with Mr. Tight Butt? Did he rock your world like Tsunami 2004?” She wiggled her eyebrows at Ellery who rolled her eyes in return.

They had known each other since college and Dianne was the wild one among the two of them, hence the name Insane Dianne. Although Ellery thought sometimes Dianne was beyond crude, but she found her geekiness amusing when interspersed with her vulgar mouth. “Dude, you’re such a nerd. Tsunami 2004. Seriously? Can’t you not sound like a geek for once?” Her laugh filled the space causing her friend to swat Ellery’s knee in mock annoyance.

“You know what I mean. And stop changing the topic. Did he pass your grade? Did Miss Elle let him stick his pole in her hole?” Ellery had this one rule about her sex life; be a nine or higher, she will grant you entry. Dianne thought the guy from last night was decent. He had the surfer blonde hair going on but really it was up to Ellery to decide. Ellery sure was quite cozy with him on the dancefloor, the movements they did were illegal as everything and everyone else were forgotten. Although, she was fussy in that area. She learnt the hard way and to choose wisely since Liam.

Dianne knew too well about the things Liam did to Ellery when they were dating back then. She was the shoulder to cry on every time that pathetic excuse of an ex-boyfriend broke Ellery’s heart. It was not unusual for her to find Liam balls deep in some random girl in his office, or his car, or even in the house that they shared.

In spite all the obvious and open fidelities he conducted, his apologies were like double cheeseburgers, greasy and unhealthy yet Ellery always came back for seconds.

Their relationship was the definition of toxic. Ellery – the old Ellery – was blinded by what she believed was love where in actual fact, other people called it stupidity.

With a lot of difficulty, five years ago Dianne managed to break the spell Liam casted on her friend and dragged her away to another state, far from him. Which brought them to Miami, today talking about their newest conquest, guy number do-not-know-how-many that rocked their world again just like every other Sunday.

Girls got to be girls. A girl has got to eat too.

“All I can say is; I’m not religious but yesterday I praised the Lord more than a nun does.” Ellery grinned wide followed by her friend before they broke into laughter that bounced off the walls of their office. “He was really mad that I put up the no entry sign every time he knocked on the door. But I hear no complains when he came in my mouth.” She winked at her stunned friend, listening with awe at the dirty things the other woman did with the strange man she met not two hours before they disappeared.

“Well well well, look who’s the crude now.” Dianne mocked.

Their conversation was cut short when a knock on the door by the new intern brought them back to the present and realized they had a lot of work to do before the day ended.

“Duty calls. I better get back to work before my boss fired my ass.” Dianne said as she touched the mousepad to bring the screen to live.

“And what a sweet ass you have.” Ellery winked before she strutted out of her friend’s office.