Needy Nia

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#9 You’ll spread your legs for anyone, won’t you?

“I missed you,” Randy breathes, his lips moving over my neck.

“Nice to see you too,” I reply, surprised at how excited he is to see me. Not that I’m complaining. The surprise of his hunger for me and the prospect of getting to stay over later has me growing wet in a matter of minutes, and by the time he picks me up and carries over to his bedroom, I’m practically panting with need.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he growls when he moves his hand underneath my skirt and his fingers move over my soaked panties.

I moan when he starts rubbing me through the thin fabric. He pushes me down on the bed while he keeps touching me and jerks off his shirt with his free hand. He stops after a while to take off my clothes, and I help him out of his jeans and briefs, pushing him onto his back so I can kiss my down his body to wrap my lips around his huge cock.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunts, bucking up his hips. “Oh, you feel so good, my little vixen.”

I moan around him, wanting to please him. I add a hand, stroking the part of him that won’t fit into my mouth.

“Good girl, swallow my cock,” Randy groans, grabbing my hair and using it to work me up and down him faster, deeper, harder.

I gag, but manage to keep going, loving the way he’s coming undone underneath me, getting closer and closer to the edge. He stops before he can get too carried away, flipping me onto my back so he can return the favor. When his tongue flicks over me, my eyes roll back in my head and I give myself over to him, moaning loudly.

“You like that, don’t you?” Randy growls against my slick folds, sliding a finger inside of me.

“Yes,” I moan out as he sucks my clit into his mouth.

Randy pulls back, softly caressing me with his fingertips, driving me crazy. “Talk to me,” he orders, looking up into my eyes with a look I can’t quite place. “Tell me about your fantasies, Nia.”

My fantasies?

I moan when his tongue flicks over me again, but he pulls back before I’m ready to come.

“What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done?” he asks as he rubs my clit gently, just the way I like it.

“Sex in the bathroom of a restaurant,” I manage to say between moans. “And in a car.”

“Hmm, you dirty girl,” he says, looking aroused by that. “Have you ever… been in a threesome?”

“No,” I say, bucking up my hips as he pushes in two fingers, rubbing my G-spot slowly and delicately. I’m so close to coming that I can hardly think straight.

“I bet you’d love it,” Randy says, pressing a kiss to my clit. “Two big dicks drilling you, taking you, filling you up… You’re so wet, so responsive, so much easier than other girls. You’re perfect.”

“What?” I ask, taken aback by being called easy in the middle of sex, but then he starts sucking on my clit and I come without warning, all thoughts pushed from my mind as I ride the waves of my orgasm.

While I’m still reeling from it all, Randy rolls a condom over his cock and pushes into me right away, fucking me so hard it would have hurt if I wasn’t so wet and ready for him. The whole bed shakes as he pounds me, and he comes in less then a minute, grunting my name.

We snuggle afterwards, and I know I have to say something, but I’m not sure how to broach the subject.

“Erm… about what you said…” I say, feeling stupid.

He chuckles and kisses me softly, stroking my hair. “Sorry, I tend to get carried away with dirty talk. I’m so comfortable with you, Nia. I’m sorry if I said anything that made you feel uncomfortable. You just make me so hot.”

I can’t help but smile at that. “It’s okay.”

“You’re staying the night, right?” Randy asks, squeezing me tightly before rolling away from me and pulling on his boxershorts. “I’ll get you one of my shirts to wear, and we’ll have wine and chips with dip in bed, yeah?” His smile is radiant, and that actually sounds pretty fucking nice, so I nod, propping myself up against the headboard.

Ten minutes later, we’re laughing and talking, catching up like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He tells me about the stress at work, his sister being out with the flu, the shoes he bought online and that turned out to be three sizes too small – normal stuff, small stuff, the kind of stuff I don’t normally talk about with guys. I like this side of him, his hair all messy from the sex, and how he keeps kissing me between sips of wine and snacking on chips and guac. I could get used to this. For sure.


Waking up in Randy’s warm embrace is so lovely that I stay perfectly still for half an hour, not wanting him to wake up yet. I love how his chest rises and falls against me, his hand on my hip, the cute noises he makes in his sleep… It’s been so long since I felt this comfortable with a guy.

“Hmm…” he murmurs when he finally wakes up. “Morning, vixen.”

I giggle and kiss him softly, eager for a round of morning sex. His cock is already hard when I close my hand around it, and he groans when I shift so I can go down on him, licking and sucking until he pushes me away.

“Don’t wanna come yet,” he grunts, his eyes full of lust. “Fuck, you truly are a good girl, aren’t you? So fucking ready for me all the time.”

“Yes,” I moan when his hand slips underneath my shirt, softly caressing my breast. He knows what I like by now, and while hard and fast is fine when he fucks me, I need gentle touches to get off, and he knows just how to get me there.

“Wait right here,” he says, kissing me and then slipping out of bed, leaving me on his bed in a state of confusion. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” he says with a wink. “You’ll love it.”

“Okay?” I reply, not sure what to do with this.

He grabs his phone and leaves the bedroom for a moment, returning shorty with a sexy smirk on his face that makes me feel week in the knees.

“Where is my surprise?” I ask.

“Don’t worry, vixen,” he murmurs, joining me in bed again, pulling off my panties and shirt before opening my legs for him, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs. “Let’s get you ready first.”

“Ready for wh-” I can’t even finish my question, moans coming out instead as he starts eating me out, his tongue hitting all the right spots. I’m squirming in no time at all, and when he pushes in a finger and rubes my G-spot I come with a shrill sound that erupts from my throat without my consent.

“You dirty little girl,” Randy growls, still pleasuring me while I’m still reeling from my orgasm. “You truly are perfect.”

I’m close to coming again when the bell rings, and Randy pulls back right away, that smirk on his face again as he gets out of bed, leaving me calling after him, wanting him to come back and fuck me already. Who cares about some stupid surprise? I want him. Now.

To my astonishment, I hear voices in the living room, and more than one set of footsteps. Did he let someone into the apartment while we’re on the middle of having sex? What the fuck?

“You were so right about her,” Randy says on the other side of the door.

“Is she ready for us?” another voice says. A male voice that sounds vaguely familiar.

I grab the blankets to cover myself, feeling like I must be dreaming. This can’t be happening.

“Wet and ready,” Randy replies, sounding horny as fuck.

“Then let’s not make her wait for us,” the other man replies.

The door opens, and my suspicions are confirmed the moment I see Randy enter with another guy, who I know. Intimately.

“Hi Nia,” Xavier says with a smirk. “We meet again.”

“What the fuck?” I reply, pulling the covers up even higher. “What are you doing here?”

“Come on, baby, it’s not like I haven’t seen it all before,” he teases with a wink. “When Randy told me he met a girl named Nia, I figured it was you. You’ll spread your legs for anyone, won’t you?”

My skin prickles with disgust and I shudder, reaching for Randy’s shirt on the edge of the bed to cover myself up.

“Ahw, vixen, don’t be like that,” Randy says, moving closer and trying to take the shirt from me. “You were ready for me to fuck you a minute ago. Spread those legs for us, Nia.”

I yank at the shirt and put it on, jumping out of bed and yanking on my panties and the jeans I brought, feeling sick. What is wrong with these guys? Did they really think I’d let them fuck me together? I back away when Xavier approaches me, my back hitting the wall.

Fuck, are they going to…? No, right? Surely they won’t…?

“I want to leave,” I say, my voice sounding stronger than I feel, thank God. I give Xavier my most epic glare, hoping he won’t see the panic and fear in my eyes.

“We will take good care of you,” he promises, winking again. “Think about it, Nia. Two mouths, four hands, two dicks…”

“No thanks,” I bite out, side-stepping him so I can grab my phone. “I’m leaving.”

Luckily, Randy moves out of the doorway and lets me push past him without trying to grab me or anything. I rush through the living room, exhaling in relief when I pull open the front door, ready to run to my car and leave these two assholes behind.

“Nia!” Randy calls after me when I step out of his apartment. “Your shoes!”

I turn around and grab my flats from his outstretched hand, putting them on while keeping a firm grip on my car keys, planning on using them to jab his fucking eyes out if he tries to touch me.

“I thought you’d be into this,” he says, looking confused.

“Next time, ask before inviting your friend over to fuck the girl you’re dating,” I snap. “Not that there will be a next time with me, obviously. What the fuck were you thinking?”

Randy shrugs, not looking nearly as bothered as he should. “You’ve already been with both of us.”

“Doesn’t mean I want to have a threesome with you.” Why the fuck do I have to spill this out for him? “Were you ever serious about me?”

“At first, I was,” he says, pulling up one shoulder and smiling slightly. “But you’re not my type, personality wise. So I broke things off, but then I discovered you and Xavier fucked, and how easy you are, so I figured… why not have some fun?”

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

“Broke things off?” I ask, not sure what he’s talking about. “Oh my God,” I realized, backing away from him further. “You did ghost me, didn’t you? You only picked things up again because you wanted to do… whatever you and him want to do to me.”

“What did you expect?” Xavier asks, walking into the hallway, looking completely at ease, that smirk still on his stupid face. “You’re a 22-year-old hairdresser without an education, no ambitions, and frankly… you’re boring as fuck. The only thing you’ve got going for you is that tight wet cunt of yours.”

Tears spring to my eyes and I turn away from them, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Of course neither of them ever truly liked me. Why would they? They’re right. I’m everything Xavier just told me I am.

I run to my car, jump in, and drive off with tears streaming down my face, not looking back once. I have to pull over only one block from Randy’s apartment because I can’t drive safely with how hard I’m crying. It takes over fifteen minutes before I calm down, and I don’t know where the fuck to go. Ayaan and Holly won’t get it, they will probably tell me that a threesome with two hot guys sounds like a dream come true. Aimee would comfort me, but she’s with Justin, and I don’t want to ruin her morning. There is no way I can go home like this. No way am I telling my parents what happened.

Making a decision, I drive the few blocks to my brother’s place, hoping he’ll be home. And alone, preferably.

I’m in luck. Marcus opens the door in nothing but sweatpants, looking like shit.

“Hey sunshine,” I say, pushing past him to get into his apartment.

“It’s early,” he grunts, rubbing his eyes. His eyes are red, and there are empty beer bottles all over his coffee table, confirming my suspicions that he’s hungover.

“Rough night?” I ask.

Marcus eyes me with a frown. “Have you been crying?”

“Yes,” I say.

“Is that a man’s shirt?” he asks next, motioning at my clothes.

“Ah fuck,” I realize, shuddering at the thought of Randy. “Do you have a shirt I can borrow?” Without waiting for an answer, I go into his bedroom and exchange Randy’s shirt with one of my brother’s. I toss the discarded shirt into the trash and go back to Marcus, who is waiting for me on the couch.

“Want to talk about it?” he asks, already pouring me a glass of scotch.

I think about saying something like: “The guy I was dating was only in it for the sex, and tried to trick me into a threesome with his best friend, who I used to fuck.” But… yeah… no. I can’t tell my older brother that. “No,” I tell him instead. “I don’t. You?”

“Bee,” he says with a grunt. “I asked her if she wants to move in with me, so of course she dumped me. Again.”

“Drink up.” I click my glass to his and we both take a big gulp. And another.

“I’m going to a concert tonight with some friends,” Marcus says out of the blue. “We’ve got an extra ticket. Wanna come? Take your mind off whatever happened to make you as miserable as I am?”

“Sure,” I reply right away. “Who’s playing?”

Pink Angels and some other bands,” he says, gulping down more booze. “Jagger got us the tickets.”

Jagger is going? Okay, then I’m definitely going. I’m so done with assholes. If there is one thing I know about Jagger, it’s that he’s not like them. Not at all. He turned me down once, but looking back, that might have been because I’m Marcus’ little sister. Tonight, I will make sure he doesn’t think of me as anything but a hot single girl.

I won’t let Xavier and Randy define who I am.

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