#16 I deserve better
Debby’s lips wrap around my cock, and she takes me so deep that she gags, but she doesn’t stop. My hands knot in her long blonde hair and I help her find the perfect pace. I’m on the couch with her kneeling in front of me, her head bobbing up and down in my lap. She keeps it up for a long time, and I feel my eyes roll back in my head, my balls tightening, getting ready to-
“Oh no, not yet,” Debby says, pulling away.
I groan at the loss of her warm mouth sucking me off, and I buck up my hips, grabbing her hair to guide her mouth back to my throbbing member.
“Naughty boy,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the tip of my cock. “I decide when you come, baby, and now is not the time. First, you’re going to get me off. And then, if you’re a good boy, I might let you come. No promises, though.”
What the fuck? Who does she think she is? I guess this might be a turn-on for some guys, but a girl telling me that she decides when I come is the opposite of arousing for me.
I’m the one who makes girls beg, not the other way around.
“Who says I’m getting you off?” I ask darkly, hoping to flip the tables. “Maybe it’s you who needs to be a good girl, Vicky.”
Her gaze suddenly turns cold and she backs up a little. “Debby,” she says icily. “My name is Debby.”
Ah fuck, I called her by her twin sister’s name. Dick move, Thom.
“Sorry,” I say, sliding off the couch so I’m on the floor with her, moving my hands over her naked body. “Of course I know that, baby. I’m just a little drunk.” I pinch her nipple and she moans, throwing her head back. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Debby.”
“More beautiful than Vicky?” she asks, breathless.
Oh wow. Okay, I think we found her kink. What the actual fuck, though? Why would she ask me that while I’m slipping a hand between her legs, getting ready to part them and push her down so I can have my way with her?
“Way more beautiful than Vicky,” I say, not knowing what else to say. “She’s got nothing on you, Debby.”
When I push two fingers into her, I’m surprised by how wet she is and how loudly she moans. It only takes a few shallow trusts and then her cunt is already spasming around my fingers, and she’s crying out my name.
“Fuck me,” she pleads, clawing at my back while she pulls me on top of her. “Tell me how much better I am than my sister, Thomas. Tell me!”
If I wasn’t drunk, I’m not sure if I’d be able to go through with this. My cock is the one in charge right now, though, so I grab a condom and roll it on, still sane enough to know I’m not going to fuck her without protection.
“Fuck me,” she says again. “Please, Thomas, I need you. Fuck me so hard I see stars. Tell me how beautiful I am. Please, I beg you, Thomas…”
Okay, yeah, that’s exactly what it takes to make me lose control. I push into her, groaning at how good it feels to be inside that tight, wet magical place that only girls possess. She throws her legs around me and forces me in even deeper, crying out.
“You’re beautiful,” I grunt into her ear. “The most beautiful twin ever. Your sister has nothing on you, babe.”
“Oh God,” she moans, digging her nails into my ass. “Harder!”
I comply, and then she’s coming again, even though I’m not there yet. It takes me a few more trusts, and then it’s my turn, filling the condom up rapidly. I pull out the moment I’m done, take it off and move to the kitchen to throw it in the trash bin and clean myself up a bit. When I turn back to the living room, I see Debby still lying on the carpet, her hand now between her legs, fingerfucking herself. Her soft moans fill the room and I just stand there, watching her.
What the fuck is up with this girl?
“Oh, Vicky,” she moans.
For a second I think I must have imagined those that last word, but then she repeats her twin sister’s name three more times, still pleasuring herself.
“Do you get off on thinking about your sister?” I ask, unable to help myself.
Her eyes fly open and she looks up at me with a pleading look. “Don’t tell anyone. Please fuck me again, Thomas, you feel so good inside of me.”
“Nah, I think I’m good.” There is no way I’m going to get hard around her now that I know that she’s hot for her twin. What the actual fuck, right? I’m all for kinks and doing whatever floats your boat, but I draw the line at illegal shit like rape and incest. That’s just wrong.
I was just inside of her. Ew. I feel so gross now.
“Vicky!” Debby cries out, getting herself off with nothing but her fingers. Her body shudders and she collapses onto the floor with a deep, satisfied sigh.
“Okay, erm, thanks for this,” I say stupidly, pulling my pants back on. “I think it’s time for you to go.”
“Sure,” she breathes, sitting up on her knees and tugging at the jeans I just pulled on. “How about I blow you first, Thomas?”
“I’m good,” I assure her, pushing her face away and stepping back. “I think you should go.”
She grunts and gets up, stretching out her slim body, her large tits bouncing. My cock twitches, and I tell it to calm the fuck down. I’m never getting anywhere near this girl ever again.
“Don’t tell anyone, okay?” she says while she gets dressed, looking a little sheepish. “I swear nothing ever happened between me and Vicky, but she’s just…” She groans, and I see his nipples grow hard underneath her tight black top.
“Yeah, you’re both very hot,” I say, at a complete loss for the right words to say. Are there right words when a girl is telling you that she gets off on thinking about her sister naked? Her sister who looks just like her. That’s like getting off on wanting to fuck yourself, in a way, right?
She tries to kiss me goodbye, but I turn my face away, and she takes off with her heels in her hands, calling an uber on her way down the stairs of my building.
Oh God, I don’t think I’ve ever sunk quite this low. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t even like Debby, or Vicky, or whoever the fuck she is. I didn’t even think she was all that hot before I had a shitload of tequila and got upset over Tracy’s stupid texts.
Shuddering in disgust, I take my pants off again and take long, cold shower, scrubbing my skin until it’s red and raw. Next time I look for someone to distract me, I’m gonna make make sure she’s not some crazy deviant.
A loud knock on my front door wakes me up out of my restless slumber. Fucking hell, I’m hung-over. I make my way to the front door, holding my head like it might fall off. I haven’t gotten this fucked up in months.
“Morning, sunshine,” Dylan says, raising his eyebrows in wonder when he sees me. “Dude, it’s almost dinner time. Were you still in bed?”
“Yeah,” I croak, making my way to the kitchen to fill a glass with water. “Last night was… fucked-up.”
“You got a little drunk,” he agrees, laughing. “I lost track of you pretty early on. Who did you end up taking home?”
“Vicky,” I reply, sitting down on the couch with a grunt. “Wait, no, Debby.”
“Oh my God, that explains everything!” Dylan exclaims so loudly that it makes my head hurt even more.
“Explains what?” I grumble, gulping down more water. I feel dehydrated and dirty.
“We got fired this morning,” Dylan explains, sitting down next to me. “By the designer twins. They don’t want that new app anymore.”
“Oh fuck,” I sigh. “Sorry, man.”
“Nah, it’s okay, we’ve got plenty orders, and I secured two new clients this afternoon,” Dylan waves my concerns away. “As long as they don’t badmouth us to all their connections, we should be good.”
“I don’t think they will,” I say, shuddering in disgust when I think about Debby pleasuring herself while saying her sister’s name. “I don’t think Debby is going to want her dirty little secret to get out.”
Of course, Dylan wants me to explain that statement, and he’s roaring with laughter when I’m done with my story. “Dude, you should have offered to call Vicky over as well. I bet you could’ve had a wicked threesome with those naughty twins.”
“Ew,” I say, giving him a shove that almost sends him flying onto the floor. “You’re disgusting, Dylan.”
“Guilty as charged,” he agrees, still laughing his ass off. “Dude, you need to get a grip. First you pine after Franny for three years, then you fall in love with your rebound, and now your latest conquest turns out to be hot for her sister. You’re starting to become a walking, talking train-wreck.”
I grunt. “I didn’t fall in love with my rebound.”
“Please,” he scoffs. “You’re way into Tracy, dude. Just admit it and tell her. Michel has got nothing on you.”
“I’m not in love with her,” I insist, sure about that at least. “I miss her, sure, but I don’t love her. She’s an emotionally stilted weirdo with walls around her heart so high that she’s basically unattainable.”
“Now, Thommy boy, all that tells me is that you’re interested in her heart and that you plan to knock down those walls.”
“Fuck off.” I get up to get myself a cup of coffee, hoping it will help to wake me up. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“We are supposed to work on that website for the sushi place downtown, remember?” Dylan laughs at my sullen expression. “Come on, man, we gotta make some money. You can’t spend all your time fucking the wrong girls and getting drunk. You’ve got a job to do.”
“Fine. Let me shower first.”
When I get back to the living room, Dylan already turned the place into our home office. I’ve got a big bookcase in the back of the room that has fold-out shelves, and when you pull the whole thing apart, it becomes a huge table with space for all our laptops and other stuff. I roll my favorite desk chair out from the small storage space next to my bedroom and Dylan grabs a kitchen chair.
He’s right. Time to get to work. I already lost us a great assignment by thinking with my dick. I can’t put our company in jeopardy. Dylan deserves better than that.
Hell, I deserve better than that.