My Interests

Arthur leaned against the side of his old pickup truck in the nearly empty parking lot, the sky an inky black with pin pricks of starlight. He stared at the dating app on his phone. His profile picture was a moody black and white with his face in profile under the fluorescent lighting of the diner. His leather jacket collar was popped, and his arm rested against the back of the booth seat, stretching his shirt tight across his chest. He had to admit, Sadie made him look alright. Like one of those gruff looking bearded bikers.

“Just swipe left if you don’t like the look of them, and swipe right if you do. Even you can do that,” Sadie had snarked at him after she had finished posting his profile. “If they swipe right on you too, then the app will put you two in contact.”

One corner of his lips quirked up as he finally got into his truck and drove home. 

Alright, she got me. Can’t hurt to have a little fun.

***

You couldn’t find a guy who piqued your interest. Was it your profile that was keeping you from finding someone? You had been swiping left all night, bored by the plain, saccharine, and thus almost assuredly fake profile descriptions, and even more so the painfully dull profile pictures. It seemed as though no one wanted to admit to being a bad boy anymore.

“God, I’m just looking for a hard fuck,” you groaned to yourself. “Maybe I’m using the wrong app…”

You put your thumb on the screen to swipe yet another left, then froze as your brain caught up to what you were seeing. Carefully, lifting your finger off the screen so as not to inadvertently flick away the striking image there, you brought your phone closer to your face.

A rugged chin, short beard, a nose that looked like it had been broken one too many times. The furrowed brow of a man who didn’t want his photo taken, but was being forced to anyway. Feathery hair, tousled as if he had just rolled out of bed looking gorgeous. And to top it off, the shirt stretched across his pectorals looked as if it was about to tear apart.

You nearly drooled. This man gave you a really good gut feeling. He could fuck you into next Tuesday and you’d say ‘thank you sir, may I have another.’

You swiped right.

***

Arthur grinned as he felt his lover engulf his cock in her mouth. Her humming sent vibrations along his sensitive skin. He dug his hands into her soft hair and thrusted shallowly, not wanting to hurt her; however, he did get off hearing her gag a little bit.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he rumbled. “Nice big cock fer ya, just the way you like it.”

She moaned around his shaft and started bobbing up and down, working the head with her very talented tongue.

“That feels so good.” He drew out the last word, leaning his head back. “Fuck…”

*ping*

Arthur blinked, and all of a sudden the woman before him was gone. He groaned as reality rushed in and shoved his dream aside with all the vitriol of a jealous lover.

Ignoring his phone, he spit into his hand, grasped his cock under the sheets, and stroked himself, closing his eyes and remembering how his imagined lover had felt.

After a minute, he gave up. His own calloused hand wasn’t going to do it for him today.

Letting out a very deep sigh, he rolled over and reached for the phone on his nightstand.

>you swipe right on anyone yet?

He stared blearily at Sadie’s text. It took him a full ten seconds to remember what the hell she was talking about, but the late night conversation at the diner came back to him like a boomerang to the back of the head. 

Fumbling at first, he managed to get the dating app up and started to swipe. All to the left, he realized after a few minutes. It wasn’t that the women weren’t attractive. He just wasn’t feeling any sort of spark. The photos were all starting to blend together; it was always the same pose, the same makeup, the same optimistic and wistfully romantic profiles about going on new adventures and long walks at sunset.

Just as he was about to give up for the day, a profile popped up that made him feel as though the world held its breath.

A natural look, no make-up, no obvious posing. It was simply a moment in time, a blink of an eye, caught only by the shutter of a camera. She had an innocent, charming smile that reached all the way to her eyes. Her beautiful, expressive eyes. Arthur was suddenly lost, seeing those eyes looking up at him…

…while her luscious lips were wrapped around his cock.

He instantly grew hard. Something about this woman made him want with an intense need.

He swiped right.

***

Leather jacket man had swiped right on you too! You were ecstatic. And also nervous. Part of you just wanted to tell him to come over and fuck you ten ways to Friday, but you didn’t want to come off as desperate. That, and you also didn’t want to scare him off. Start off casual, have a few dates, get to know one another…

And then fuck his brains out. Yes. Excellent plan, you told yourself.

As you stared at the blank message box, however, you had no clue what to say. His profile had been pretty short and to the point.

Let’s be honest. Looking for a fun time, whether it’s one time or forever. We’ll figure it out.

Ah, fuck it. YOLO.

After writing and deleting several versions of a witty greeting, you finally gave up and just wrote one word.

>hey

Fucking brilliant.

Embarrassed for yourself, you set your phone down and went to do some chores around the apartment, just to get your mind off your amazing first move.

Ten minutes later, your phone pinged. You casually rushed over to your phone, and casually fumbled with it before the app finally opened.

>hey

He spoke the same language as you. Thank god. You watched with bated breath as he typed some more.

>you want to get dinner tonight?

You quickly checked your calendar. Hell yeah, you were free tonight. And you didn’t have to work tomorrow until the closing shift. Not that you were thinking that far ahead.

>sure! where do you want to go?

>alan’s alley, over in downtown, if that’s alright.

>that’s fine by me. what time?

>7pm

>ok, i’ll be there!

>great, see you then

You finally remembered to breathe.

Were you getting laid tonight? Maybe. You damn well hoped so.

***

Arthur let out a breath. If he was going to meet this woman, it was better to be on familiar ground. He ran his hand through his hair as he stared at her profile pic on his phone. Something primal inside him stirred.

Looking around his apartment, underwear strewn around the floor, a dirty pile of laundry in the corner, and his work equipment sitting on his desk in an unkempt pile, he suddenly felt the urge to clean up.

Was he going to bring her home? He fuckin’ hoped so.

***

Alan’s Alley was the king of dive bars. Guy Fieri would have felt at home in this place with the amount of grease and fat that covered the walls, let alone the food.

So while you stood outside waiting for your date and stared at the menu posted on the window, you decided on a BLT with a side of fresh fruit. You stared longingly at the patty melt with onion rings on the other side of the wrinkled page, but the last thing you wanted was to feel uncomfortable while getting railed at his place.

You closed your eyes for a moment and let out a breath. Stop assuming we’re going to fuck on the first date. You haven’t even seen him yet—

You heard your name uttered in the sexiest rumble you had ever heard in your life. If he had a patreon for erotic audio, you would have shelled out monthly at the top tier level.

Turning around, you couldn’t even form a single coherent thought. The actual act of brain go brrr was happening right now, rooting you to the spot as you stared at him. His chest was just as broad as his photo had suggested, his tight shirt stretching across his muscles. You couldn’t help but glance down to see his jeans, his boots, and of course, his package. You made a quick assessment before your gaze moved up, seeing his amused grin.

“See somethin’ you like, darlin’?”

Oh. Oh. He had a drawl that reminded you of hospitality and lazy summers drinking lemonade on a porch. He walked, no, he sauntered towards you with all the confidence of a man who knew he’d already won.

On an instinctive level, you knew you were getting some action tonight.

“I sure do,” you purred. “I see a lot that I like.”

***

“Is that so?” Arthur replied, stepping closer to her. “I see a lot that I like too.”

His libido had gone into overdrive. Her profile did not do her justice. Dressed in a black sleeveless keyhole top that hugged her body and a flowy, medium-length pink skirt that wisped around her when she turned, she looked the pinnacle of his wet dreams. A little innocent, a little sexy, all desirable. 

And her voice made him rock hard instantly. He couldn’t help himself; he wanted to tease her until she whined at him. He wanted to hear her beg for him. His inability to control his teasing had made him lose previous relationships, but he could not stop. And perhaps, he shouldn’t. Perhaps he should just be himself and see if she liked it.

***

Arthur was a funny guy, in a dry, sarcastic way. He immediately put you both at ease and on edge (but in a good way) the moment he laid his hand on your arm and guided you into the diner. Throughout the night, he had been nearly coquettish, his teasing relentless yet gentle. 

“Yer eatin’ like a little bird,” he had said after watching you peck away at your BLT. Leaning in, he stared at you with his mesmerizing tri-colored eyes. “You ain’t really like this.”

After his comment, you grinned and just devoured your meal like you normally would, shedding any pretense of being ladylike. He seemed satisfied with that, and the date continued.

He had caught you eyeing his fries and gladly shared them with you. After some chit-chat, he reached out and wiped some wayward ketchup from your cheek with an attentive thumb.

“Messy li’l thing, ain’tcha,” he joked, handing you an extra napkin. “Maybe I should take you home, clean you up a bit.”

You desperately tried not to seem too eager as you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Looks like you want me to take you home, put that tongue to good use.” His eyes sparked with desire. 

Swallowing your food, you cocked your head and gave him a sassy glare. “What makes you say that?”

He leaned in and grinned conspiratorially. “Well, you ain’t said no yet.”

You couldn’t argue with that logic. “What do I get if you take me home?”

“What do you want?”

“I want all my wishes fulfilled.”

He pulled back and raised an eyebrow at you, but he still had a smile on his face. “Spoiled li’l princess, huh? I don’t know about this.”

“I’m not a princess!”

“Oh? A brat, then?”

“Definitely not that!”

“Coulda fooled me.” He winked at you.

“Bully.”

Arthur laughed. “Only because you make it so much fun.”

“Glad I could entertain you.”

“You’d entertain me more if you come home with me.”

You stuck your tongue out at him again. But after a moment you broke into laughter.

“Alright, you talked me into it.”

Arthur smirked. “I knew you’d see things my way.”

***

He gave you directions to his place and you followed him in your beat up Honda Civic. You had barely made it inside the door before he had you up against the cool wood, caged within his arms, his body just barely touching yours.

“You sure want this?” he asked, eyes burning with desire. And yet underneath the lust, there was a soft tone in his question, an almost puppy-like whimper interlaced with his rumble. It sounded like somewhere deep down in his mind, he still wasn’t sure you had accepted him.

“Absolutely,” you said, gripping his hips and pulling him against yours. You arched against him, pressing your chest against his before wrapping your arms around his neck and dragging him down for a heated kiss.

His lips were slow to respond at first, though you felt the bulge in his pants grow harder as his hands made their way down to your ass. He grabbed you, squeezing your butt cheeks before lifting you up and pressing you against the door. You wrapped your legs around him and he mindlessly dry humped you as he deepened his kiss. Coaxing his mouth open, you tempted his tongue with yours, encouraging him to take what he wanted. He alternated between gently teasing your lips with his, and deeply kissing you until your breath ran out.

Arthur finally let you down and took a step back, but only to place his hands lightly on the waistline of your skirt. He looked deeply into your eyes, asking your permission with his gaze.

You quickly undid the button snaps and dropped your skirt without a second thought. You knew your polka-dot hipster panties weren’t the sexiest thing, but they were the best thing you currently owned. To your surprise, for whatever reason, Arthur suddenly fell to one knee in front of you.

“What the hell?” you asked while laughing.

“So fuckin’ cute,” he mumbled before pulling your panties down. As they fell to the floor, he maneuvered one of your legs over his shoulder, forcing you to lean back against the door for balance.

“What are you”—Arthur’s tongue lapped long and slow against your clit—“ohhhh…”

He began to voraciously make out with your lower lips with as much gusto as his previous kisses. Your hands gripped his hair and you closed your eyes, pressing his face between your legs and grinding against him, losing all control. You felt the edge getting closer and you hunched over, your hands clawing at his back before you finally clutched his shirt in your fists. Your legs trembled, both with the effort of holding you up and with the impending explosion of pleasure that you knew was coming.

And then Arthur’s grip on you changed, and one of his hands brushed the cleft of your ass.

His feather touch was enough to make you come harder than you ever have, a flurry of ‘oh god’ and ‘oh fuck’ as your body shook. You barely held yourself up as Arthur pressed his tongue against your clit, letting you ride out the last tremors of your orgasm hunched over his back.

When he finally pulled away and stood up, you collapsed into his arms.

“Good girl,” he rumbled, lifting you over his shoulder and patting your bare ass. “My turn.”

He carried you back to the bedroom and gently laid you down on his bed. Spreading your legs, he leaned forward and began to suck on your clit. You squealed, still oversensitive.

“Arthur, Arthur!” you pleaded. “Too much!”

You felt him grin before giving you one last lingering lick along your clit. Then he moved back to stand before you at the foot of the bed, looking down at you with a hungry gaze. The moonlight coming through the window cascaded across his body. It provided the perfect accent to the scene before you. He took off his clothes, one piece at a time. He wasn’t teasing you, but he wasn’t rushing either. But as he pulled off his shirt to reveal his large, muscular torso, you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching down to rub your clit.

A low chuckle filled the room. “You enjoyin’ this, sweetheart?”

“Very much,” you purred.

 “Good,” he said, his voice like velvet against your skin as he undid his belt.

You watched, mesmerized by the simple act of a man taking off his pants and boxers. His cock was hard, jutting out and aimed at you like a compass. He wanted you so badly that he stroked himself as he crawled back onto the bed, staring at you like a man starved.

“Ain’tchu gettin’ naked too?” he asked, kneeling before you. He placed one hand on your knee and gently pushed your leg aside. The other held his cock as he rubbed it between your folds, sliding along your center.

You were so distracted by the friction of his shaft against your sensitive skin that you forgot to answer.

“You don’t have to if you ain’t comfortable,” he said gently, continuing the steady rocking of his hips. “But I’d love to see all of you, if yer willin’.”

Without another thought, you threw off the rest of your clothes in record time. His eyes lit up and watched you gleefully, and the moment you flung your bra past his shoulder, he reached down with both hands and grabbed your breasts.

“So damn gorgeous, princess,” he moaned as he fell upon you. He laid a kiss on each of your breasts before sucking on a nipple, using his fingers to tease the other. Your hips bucked and your ground yourself against his hard shaft, moaning shamelessly. He pleasured you until your hips lifted enough that he nearly entered you.

Arthur pulled away. “Wait, wait, gimme a minute.” Reaching past you towards the nightstand, he pulled out a condom from the drawer, quickly opened it, and rolled it on. “You ready to take me, darlin’?”

“Yes, yes, give it to me!”

Arthur paused for a split second before he pressed the head of his cock against your opening, but you definitely noticed. You didn’t have time to wonder about it as he began to push inside of you.

Your moan became a whimper when you realized he wasn’t just long, he was thick, very thick.

“Arthur!” you gasped.

He stilled. His eyes met yours, searching for something. After a moment, he seemed to have found it, because he pulled away. You quickly realized that he thought your gasp was in pain, because he gently reached up and stroked your cheek, almost in apology.

“Wait, I can take you,” you whined.

“No, you can’t,” he nearly growled. “Not unless I stretch you out some more.”

His cock was replaced by a finger, slowly working you open. He shifted down your body, kissing every inch along the way, until he was back between your legs, lovingly attending to your core and center with his finger and lips, gently stretching you and pleasuring you. He slowly added one finger at a time, making sure you were relaxed enough to take more of him, until he had three thick fingers inside of you, stroking in and out with a steady rhythm.

“That’s it, girl. Goin’ to stretch you out so you can take me. So come nice and hard fer me, princess.”

His encouraging praise stirred your heart and kindled the desire in your core. The soft tone of his voice coupled with his words felt like soft velvet across your skin, full of the promise of ecstasy, audible earcandy. You grabbed his hair, pulling him harder against you. Arthur, ever observant, pressed harder with his tongue and deeper with his fingers, giving you what you needed. You could feel his fingers stretching you, filling you as he curled them in a come-here motion, brushing his fingertips against your inner wall with an insistent rhythm.

“Oh fuck yes,” you cried out as you came, your back arching and your legs stretched. You dug your heels into Arthur’s bed and lifted your hips towards his touch. Pleasure sizzled and sparked along your spine, and for a white hot second you were pretty sure you saw the very stars that romance novels spoke about.

After that blissful blast of ecstasy, you came back down to earth. The thumping of your heart in your ears steadily slowed down as you regained your breath. Looking up, you saw Arthur sitting up, staring at you with a warm smile on his face. The wholesome look was a bit ruined by your juices on his chin, but you didn’t care. You sat up and wrapped your arms around him, ready to pull him on top of you.

Instead, he pulled you towards him before turning to lay down on his back, his head on his pillow. 

“Get on top, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Get on me nice and slow.”

You lifted your hips and slowly lowered yourself onto his very hard length. When it got to be too much, you shifted back up before trying again. You were wet and stretched, but he was still a very big man. You got about halfway down before you stopped, taking deep breaths to relax your muscles.

Your gaze had been so fixed to where your bodies met that you hadn’t thought to look at him until he let out a small, slightly pained groan. Meeting his eyes, you noticed the strain in his expression and how tightly he was grasping the sheets.

“Arthur?” you whispered, reaching out to touch his arm.

“Take yer time, darlin’,” he gritted out. “I just want you to be comfortable.”

You grabbed his hand and positioned his thumb to stroke your clit. He immediately understood and kept rubbing you as you raised and lowered yourself on him, each time driving him deeper inside of you. Sweet, sweet torture, the feeling of him filling you but not quite all the way. When you finally took him all in, his hips trembled underneath you.

“You alright?” he asked shakily, his breath labored.

It felt so good, so right to have him all inside of you. “Better than alright,” you replied. You leaned down, pressing your breasts against him. His chest hairs tickled your sensitive nipples. Burrowing your hands into his hair, you held onto him and pressed your forehead against his. “Now fuck me until I forget my name.”

Arthur’s arms wrapped around you like an iron vice, trapping you against him. His legs shifted and you felt his hips slowly roll back. Then he slammed into you, a relentless rhythm as he stared into your eyes, grunting softly with each thrust.

“Oh, you feel so damn good,” he mumbled, drunk on his lust. “So fucking good.”

You had been reduced to pure animalistic sounds, mewls and whimpers as he pounded into you, driving deep inside with each stroke.

He rolled the two of you over, his gaze still squarely fixed on you as he fucked you harder than you’d ever been before. His arms were on either side of you, caging you in as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking deep breaths in between desperate kisses. His bed shifted with the strength of his thrusts. The slight creaks of the bed frame added to the lewd symphony of your voices and your bodies coming together, a heated beat that made your heart pound and your breath stagger.

When he lifted himself up and away from you, you felt the cool night air brush along your skin, sending a slight shiver through your body. Arthur grabbed your hips and continued to thrust.

“Come fer me again,” he commanded. “I want to see you lose control.”

You gave him a sexy little smile before reaching down and stroking yourself, fingers sliding through all your wetness to give yourself pleasure. Every once in a while, you would slip your fingers down to feel him fucking your pussy.

“Like that, darlin’? Like seein’ me inside of you?”

“I fucking love it,” you growled. You took one of his hands from your hip and placed it on your breast. He squeezed lightly before playing with your extra sensitive bud, pinching and rubbing while you touched your other breast. Your breathing hitched as you got closer to that peak, hands roaming all over your body as Arthur and you played with all of your erogenous zones. When your channel clenched around his cock, he sped up his thrusts.

“Damn, I need you to come fer me, girl. Right fuckin’ now,” he growled as he pressed his thumb against your center and rubbed hard.

You screamed as you came, a blinding flash of light behind your eyes followed by sparks of ecstasy shooting from your core. Arthur’s rough handling was just what you needed, his frenzied strokes coupled with his rapid thrusts driving you over the edge and down the ravine of pleasure. Your hands shot out and grabbed his forearms, your fingernails digging into his skin while your hips spasmed.

Arthur let out a deep moan as he switched his grip entirely to your hips, his thrusts slower but more intense. He moved as if he was trying to bury himself inside of you. His hands held onto you with more strength than before. Letting out a long, guttural sound, he came inside of you, his hips jolting erratically as he finished.

Both of you were breathing deep, harsh breaths for a few moments, staring at each other in awe.

“Wow,” you both said at the same time, followed by a smile and shared laughter.

Slowly pulling away from you as if he was loath to part from your body, Arthur shakily got up and stumbled to the bathroom to clean up. After a few minutes, he came back with a warm wet towel and cleaned you up, his strokes gentle and deliberate. His movement slowed when he eyed the bruise that was starting to form on your hip from where he had held onto you.

“You’re so caring, Arthur,” you teased. “Do you feel guilty for manhandling me so roughly?”

When he frowned, you slapped his arm. “Don’t you dare feel bad. I wanted this. I loved it.” Sitting up, you put your hands on his cheeks. “Next time, I expect you to be just as hard, if not harder.”

The guilt on his face washed away with your comments. He smiled, mischief twinkling in his eyes. “I’ll always be hard fer you, princess.”

You laughed, unable to stop yourself from enjoying the silly pun. “You’re a dork.”

***

You woke up to the wonderful smell of breakfast and nearly hopped out of bed. You searched for a nearby shirt (one of his) and your panties, pulling them on and making a mental note to buy sexier underwear later today. After finding your phone, you bounded out into the kitchen. There, Arthur looked positively ravishing wearing a black apron.

And nothing else.

You desperately wanted to pinch his ass (and a fine ass it was), but he was frying up food and you didn’t want to startle him. Instead, you sat down dutifully at the table that had already been set with two plates.

He turned his head to eye you, and gave you an approving smile. “Already borrowin’ my clothes without askin’,” he teased.

“It was there,” you replied with a shrug. Then you noticed his eyes glancing towards your panties. Suddenly feeling a little self-conscious, you huffed. “I’ll get sexier underwear later, alright?”

“What you got on is plenty sexy enough,” he said.

You stared at him, legitimately confused.

Arthur turned around to face you. “You know how sometimes a wrapped gift is more interestin’?”

The light bulb clicked on in your head. “Ohhh.”

He gave you a naughty, sexy smirk. “And I like unwrappin’ gifts.”

Your face burned and your mouth went dry as your core grew wet again. This man was turning you into a lust-crazed beast and you didn’t even care.

He chuckled as he took two steps towards you, leaned over, and kissed you gently on the nose. “Ready for breakfast, sweetheart?”

“I, uh, yeah.” You got your head back in the game after the tonal whiplash. “But afterwards…”

Arthur only winked at you as he went back to the stove.

You sat back as he brought the hot skillet over and slid two eggs and a sausage onto your plate. It took about half a second for you to realize how he had arranged the items.

“Very funny, Arthur,” you tried to say crossly, but you couldn’t hide your grin. On your plate, the sunny side eggs and sausage link looked like a cock and balls.

“Seemed like you wanted sausage this mornin’,” he said with a sly grin.

Shaking your head, you dug into your food. You hoped that this was the first of many silly breakfast plates to come.

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