Alex

She stood up and led him by the hand into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and the two of them stepped inside — though far from a quick rinse, they spent the time exploring each other's bodies, kissing passionately, tongues tangled, hands wrapped around one another.

She broke the kiss, turned around, and said, "Use me. Please, use this body however you want."

Without a word, Nick pushed into her, grabbed her by the hips, and started fucking her — slow at first, but he quickly picked up speed. All she could do was moan, delighted to have him inside her again.

"Yes, please, yes," she cried, out of control, her legs trembling with every orgasm.

"Come inside me, please, make me yours."

He was planning on getting her on birth control anyway, so without a second thought he grabbed her by the hair and pushed as deep as he could, finishing inside her.

Still riding out the aftershocks, it took Jennifer a few minutes to recover. When she finally straightened up, a stream of cum began trickling down the inside of her thigh — one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen.

She grabbed the shampoo bottle and started lathering his body. He realized just how sexy it felt to be taken care of like that. Once she'd finished with him, she washed her own body and hair, and the two of them stepped out of the shower, each wrapped in a towel.

"Hungry?" she asked. "I don't have much here, but we can order whatever you want."

He was, actually — must be close to lunchtime, or maybe it was just the sex making him hungry.

"Yeah, I really am," he said, stepping closer to her. "Get whatever you like — but just so you know, I love a good piece of meat," he added, before grabbing her ass and kissing her hungrily.

With a wink, he headed back to the living room, ready to get dressed, but she beat him to it. "Wait — I can throw all that in the wash. I've got a dryer, it'll be done in no time."

"Sure," he said, adding with a grin, "Though that sounds like a convenient excuse to keep me naked as long as possible."

"Caught," she said, disappearing through the door toward the kitchen with all his clothes.

Nick sat down on the couch, still wrapped in a towel around his waist, and pulled his phone out of his wallet. He started scrolling through Instagram, and it occurred to him that he could probably use this power to sleep with just about any woman on the planet — actresses and celebrities included. But he remembered what that voice had told him in his dream, and figured that, for now at least, he should be content building a small harem out of friends and acquaintances he'd always wanted a shot at. Honestly, that alone would probably be enough to live out a dream life, far from work and devoted entirely to life's pleasures — the thought of never having to fill another shelf again was more appealing than anything else. He hated his job.

Jennifer came back and handed him a beer with a smile. "Here you go. lunch should be here in about twenty minutes." Without another word, she headed off toward her room to get dressed — she'd clearly just been enchanted into a 1950s housewife. Nick turned on the TV and crossed his legs on the coffee table. As he cracked open the beer, he started scheming about the rest of his near future.

"Things are about to get good," he muttered to himself, and started laughing alone like a lunatic.

Jennifer came out of her room in a red satin nightgown — maybe all her clothes were red — genuinely sexy, and joined him on the couch to watch TV, though she spent most of it absentmindedly running her hands over his bare chest. She couldn't help herself; his abs really did look like they'd been carved out of steel, straight out of a superhero movie.

They ate dinner in a hurry, and Nick couldn't (and didn't want to) wait for her to finish washing the dishes before grabbing her from behind and, without a word, sliding into her. She offered zero resistance — she seemed to be in a constant state of wetness just from being near him.

He turned her around, lifted her effortlessly by the backs of her thighs, and kept thrusting into her, gripping her ass. He loved hearing her scream — "Yes, oh god, yes, don't stop" — he'd never in his life been able to make a woman feel like this no matter how hard he tried, but now, with almost no effort at all, he could bring them to endless ecstasy.

He carried her to the bedroom, tossed her onto the bed, and started exploring her with his tongue. He'd never been bad at it, but from the very first moment he noticed how she trembled and cried out with pleasure every time the tip of his tongue grazed her clit — something entirely new for him. She must have had three or four orgasms by the time Nick decided to push back inside her, relentless.

They lost all track of time. Between orgasms and changing positions, they went at it for hours, until she finally admitted she was sore. Nick decided to stop after coming inside her for the fourth time in under three hours, and lay down beside her while she lay there unable to move, caught in some kind of trance. He let her sleep, though he realized he could easily have kept going for hours more without any trouble — his libido, his stamina, his erections all seemed endless.

It was Saturday morning, and Nick got out of bed. Jennifer didn't so much as stir — she was completely wiped out.

He walked out of the bedroom naked, headed to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed the orange juice. As he lifted it to his mouth, he caught a presence out of the corner of his eye, standing in the doorway.

Alex, Jennifer's roommate and best friend — also part of the same friend group as his ex — was blonde, with blue eyes and breasts noticeably bigger than Jennifer's. She'd always been considered the "wild one" of the group, with a livelier personality that made her popular with pretty much everyone, though she'd also been known, back in the day, for jumping from guy to guy — basically, she used to get around. She had a boyfriend now, apparently.

And there she was, frozen in the doorway, staring at him like she'd seen a ghost, utterly confused. She wore athletic shorts and a tight cropped t-shirt over a white bikini that showed clearly through the fabric.

"Right, I forgot you lived here too," Nick said, completely calm, curious whether her seeing him naked would count — if it did, he wouldn't even need to bother being subtle.

"Like what you see?" he added.

Her mouth opened, but the words tangled up in her throat. She was caught between confusion and being hypnotized by that perfect body, fighting with everything she had not to throw herself at him — conveniently ignoring the facts that he was her friend's ex, that he was standing in her apartment with zero explanation, and that she herself was in a long-term relationship.

But it was too much for her. Her expression shifted to pure want, and between nervous giggles, all she managed was a shy, "Yeah..."

"Thought so. Come here and help yourself," he said, spreading his arms.

She simply obeyed, approaching hesitantly, and started running her hands all over his body.

"God, since when do you..." she muttered under her breath.

"Gym and a good diet," he cut in. It was almost funny watching all logic fly out the window — any normal person would have led with what are you doing in my house, why are you naked, where's my roommate, or just called the police.

When Alex's hands finally reached his massive length, she hesitated for a second.

"Go for it," he assured her. The moment she wrapped her hand around it, he felt her knees start to buckle. He noticed, grabbed the back of her head, and kissed her deeply. She didn't resist in the slightest — she took his tongue eagerly, playing with it herself. She was even more shameless than her roommate.

They broke apart, and both looked down at his swollen cock.

"Go on, taste it. You're going to love it."

Instantly, she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth with an ease Nick hadn't expected from her, bobbing her head with impressive skill, taking him all the way down until his balls brushed her chin without so much as a gag.

"Damn, you're a hell of a cocksucker. Is your boyfriend that well-endowed?"

She pulled off. "God, no, I wish," she said, continuing to stroke him with both hands as she talked — clearly experienced. "Up until last month I had a coworker, a Black guy, huge — I loved staying late at the office. We'd sneak off to the bathroom and I'd suck him off almost every day. We never even fucked. I think I'm just addicted to sucking big dick, though this is the biggest I've ever seen."

"So you cheat on your boyfriend."

She kept sucking, only pulling off to clarify, "No, I've never actually slept with anyone — I just can't help myself..." She glanced at his enormous cock, biting her lip, hands still working him. "When they're this big, god..."

Nick figured that was a pretty weak excuse, honestly, and found it kind of hilarious.

She went back to sucking like her life depended on it. Nick was about to bend her over the kitchen table and fuck her without mercy when a gasp startled him.

He caught a shadow shift in the doorway — Jennifer had seen them. No screaming, so maybe the situation could still be salvaged. Or maybe it didn't even need salvaging — maybe he'd fried her brain enough that jealousy wasn't even possible anymore. He was curious, but as much as he wanted to have a go at the blonde too, that would have to wait.

He grabbed her by the head and forced her to take his full length, and she made choking sounds. He decided it was time to finish down her throat, and did — he could pretty much do it at will now. Alex's eyes rolled back and she started shaking; she'd just come from sucking him off. Definitely still easy.

"Go to your room. I'll be there in a bit."

"But... my boyfriend... I..."

"Don't care."

And he walked out of the kitchen, heading toward Jennifer's room.