Begging — Annabeth Leong

Objectively, Karl was the hottest boyfriend Christine had ever had. His eyes were not brown or blue or even green–they were a stunning catlike gold that sparked from his dark face in even the blackest rooms. He appeared well-practiced at leaning his tall, slim body in bedroom doorways. He spoke with the slightest accent from his native Spain. When he grinned with half his face, he was all sexy promise, all payment on delivery. The first time she’d seen that, Christine had wanted to take him home and make him grin all the way.

Christine had caught the jealous looks she got when she went to clubs with Karl, his arm tossed over her shoulder with casual possessiveness. Even her puritanical grandmother got flustered around Karl.

She couldn’t imagine saying no to him in bed. Waking up beside him, she wanted to straddle him along with hitting the snooze button. She could think of no better way to fall asleep than with his satisfied cock gently softening inside her.

All that said, Christine could barely explain, even to herself, how it had been more than a month since the last time she’d gotten laid. They worked different schedules. Christine did a breakfast shift at a local diner, and Karl worked swing shifts as a security guard. In her dreams this meant they spent long afternoons making love, but in practice she still slept at night and ran errands during the day and he just slept whenever he could.

Every time seemed like a bad time. She would reach out to touch him and then stop, thinking she ought to let him sleep.

One day, Christine stepped inside their apartment and couldn’t stand it anymore. She slipped off the apron and hat she’d worn to work and began opening the buttons on her blouse. A picture of the two of them together on the nightstand sent a pulse of longing through her cunt. She could have climbed into bed to touch herself, but she didn’t have the heart for it.

Not sure what she was up to, she plucked her cell out of her purse and dialed Karl at work.

“Everything OK?” he said right away. She almost never called him there.

Christine immediately burst into tears.

“Babe? Babe, are you all right?”

“I don’t think so.” She felt bad–she should have been reassuring him. But, dammit, she was telling the truth.

“What is it? You didn’t hurt yourself?”

“No,” Christine sobbed. “It’s– Karl, I need you.”

“Need me to do what?” He still sounded alarmed.

“I just need you. Inside me. It’s been so long.”

“Jesus. You’re crying.”

“I’m sorry. It’s stupid.” Shame filled Christine. Never in her wildest dreams had she pictured herself making a call like this, begging a man for sex.

“It’s not stupid,” Karl said. A new urgency filled his voice, arousal replacing concern. “Listen, I’ll tell them there’s an emergency at home and I just need to come check things out. Hang in there, babe. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Wild hope rushed through Christine. She put the phone away and jumped in the shower, wanting to be clean and sexy for Karl when he came home. She shaved her legs and washed her hair. After she turned off the water, she rubbed her favorite lilac-scented lotion all over herself, paying special attention to her soft, pale breasts.

Her hair still dripping, Christine stood naked in front of the sink and tried out earrings. She’d put on one big silver hoop when she heard the front door open.

“Christine?” Karl called into the house. “Babe, where are you?”

Christine jumped. Her stomach flipped over. She hadn’t realized she was so nervous. She opened the bathroom door a crack. “I’m, um, not really ready,” she said.

“I can’t be gone too long,” Karl said, his voice getting closer. “What do you mean you’re not ready? I thought–” He pushed the bathroom door open and stopped talking.

“I didn’t really think it through,” Christine apologized. “I didn’t have time–”

Karl’s mouth silenced her, devouring the rest of the sentence before it could pass her lips. He gathered her against his chest a handful at a time, his palms squeezing her thighs, her ass, her back, and her arms. “You smell good.” He kissed her again. 

The pleasure of his skin against hers brought tears to Christine’s eyes. She moaned–and that was before he slipped a hand down between their bodies to feel her pussy.

She knew she was wet–she had been ever since the phone call. Karl’s finger slid easily into her, and she clenched around it. He smiled against her lips.

He let go of her and stepped back. “I can’t stay long. Grab a condom, will you?” She ran to the bedroom as he shrugged out of his clothes.

He came into the room behind her as she still leaned over the nightstand. “Give me that thing, and stay just like that,” Karl said.

Christine moaned, holding up the condom without looking at him. He stepped close enough for her to feel the warmth of his body, and the greater heat that came from his cock. He rubbed the head of his cock over the backs of her thighs, and she shuddered to feel the velvety iron of it.

She braced herself as he ripped the condom package open, spreading her legs a little wider in anticipation. He positioned his cock at her entrance and gripped her hips.

Christine pressed back against him, but he pulled away so she couldn’t get him in her. “Tell me again,” Karl said. “What do you need?”

She let out a cry of frustration and kept bucking her hips. His hands tightened on her sides. “Come on. I want to hear you say it out loud.”

Christine whimpered. She was still embarrassed by it all. Couldn’t he just drive that cock into her? Surely he wanted it, too?

Still, Karl waited. “I need you inside me,” Christine whispered finally.

“Louder.” His voice was a deep purr. He let his cock sink into her pussy just the tiniest bit, then snatched it away again.

Something snapped inside Christine. “Jesus Christ, please just fuck me!” She was shocked at how loud her voice sounded.

“Mmm,” Karl said, thrusting balls-deep into her pussy. He felt huge inside her from that angle. The sensation flirted with becoming pain. Christine gave a little sob of need, but Karl had again stopped moving, and wouldn’t let her move either. “Keep telling me.”

“Oh God, I need it,” Christine moaned. “I need your cock. Please!”

When she talked, he resumed thrusting, slow and deep. She felt her pussy lips spread around the head of it. She felt every inch of it sliding against her inner walls. Then she felt him give that extra push that stretched her cunt at its core. The sensation overwhelmed her.

“I need it inside me, just like that. I need you. I’ve got to have you fucking me, please.” She kept up a stream of it, her back curling to open to him. She squeezed her pussy tightly around him like she might be able to hold him inside her forever.

Karl’s grip relaxed, and Christine pushed back wildly against him, her ass slapping against his pelvis. “I want your cock hard and deep,” she said. “I wish you could fuck me forever.”

Karl groaned and sped up. The nightstand banged rhythmically against the wall. He pounded little yelps and screams out of Christine, interrupting her sentences until she was reduced to incoherent strings of words.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Need. Need. Need. Please. Cock. Yes.”

Christine felt like she couldn’t hold herself up anymore. She didn’t know if she’d come, and she didn’t care. She wanted him to fuck her so hard that she’d still feel his cock tomorrow.

Karl’s fingers turned to claws. He slammed into her a final time, wrapping his arms around her waist and gasping into her hair. Sweat dripped off his face and onto her neck. He hooked a finger through the single hoop she’d managed to put in and tugged it. Christine turned her head and smiled at him.

He separated from her and stood stiffly. “How are you doing, babe?”

“Good.”

“Feel better?”

“Yeah.” Christine let herself sink to a sitting position on the floor.

Karl hesitated in the bedroom doorway, half a grin creeping onto his face. “You look good like that.”

“Was it OK? That I called you, I mean?”

The rest of the grin appeared. She’d never seen him smile so broadly. “Babe, anytime you need this cock, all you’ve got to do is say so.”

Christine grinned back. She crawled over to where he stood and kissed the tip of his cock. He stroked the back of her head. She savored the pleasant ache between her legs. Christine rested her head against Karl’s thigh, stealing just one more moment of profound relief before he had to go back to work.

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Annabeth Leong’s erotica has been featured in Oysters and Chocolate and in Cleis Press’s Girl Crush anthology. Other erotic adventures include technological erotica in Ravenous Romance’s Experimental anthology, an erotic retelling of The Six Swans forthcoming from Coming Together: Neat, and a story in the forthcoming Cleis anthology Passion: Erotic Romance for Women.  You may find Annabeth here: http://annabethleong.blogspot.com/.

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