Alexis' Day (Alexis PoV)

I woke up to a heavy weight pressing against me. The initial panic faded as my mind finally kicked into gear and remembered the events leading to this moment. Natalie had been in a foul mood since she came back from her boyfriend’s house. It made her worse than usual, always nagging and snippy over every little thing. So I bounced to give her space. I was going to chill with Victoria and Ezra, but met this fine piece of meat and had spent the past three days getting my pussy absolutely destroyed. Even now, I was still sore from the marathon he put me through last night—which hadn’t fully recovered from the marathon before that.

Not only was the guy built in all the right places, but the man rocked my world and sent me to Heaven. A dangerous combination.

Too bad he snored like a chainsaw and had the bad habit of being overly rough. I was a lady who enjoyed being absolutely smashed by a well-hung buff guy, but I drew the line when he was slapping my tits and cheeks raw. Waking up today, cinched it for me. The throbbing pussy may have been a point of pride, but having tits that matched my hair color? No thanks.

It was a good thing he was a deep sleeper. He was still snoring away after I managed to wiggle out from under him. Stretching, I took a deep breath and released it slowly. It was a bit of a game to collect all my clothes. Bra? Check. Panties? Uh… Where had those gone? Fuck it. Jeans were near his desk and my shirt was hanging off his TV. One of my socks was missing. Probably hanging out with my panties somewhere. I had to spend a few minutes finding my other shoe. Losing that would have been embarrassing and the trip home a pain.

Haphazardly dressed, I took one last look at ground zero. The covers were all over the place as the guy slept on his side. My eyes ran over him, burning it all into memory. His chiseled face, broad shoulders, thick biceps, ripped abs, and the grand finale—eight and a half inches of Grade-A cock. He didn’t just have length either. Staring at that poked at the smoldering embers inside me and I hesitated on the thought of leaving without saying goodbye. Sore as I was…

No. Stop, Alexis. Soreness aside, my poor tits weren’t going to survive another session with him. Just them resting in my bra caused them to ache. Besides, as great as the sex had been, I had no interest in extending this. Three days was already pushing it. Guys tended to get attached if I started to stick around and I didn’t want to deal with him trying to get my number or anything like that. Best to keep the memories I had and up and leave.

But that cock…

One last sweep of the room to find my missing panties and sock came up with nothing. I did notice the number of used condoms lying around. Wow. No wonder I was so sore. Not only did the guy have size, but he was a fucking machine. Super glad I wasn’t going to clean any of this up.

Turning, I headed for the door before I could talk myself out of leaving. I probably looked like a mess and smelled like a crusty sock. I didn’t care as I proudly walked my way to the bus stop. My phone was super dead and I knew I was going to hear it from Natalie when I got home. Of everything, that was the worst. Not people giving me amused or disgusted looks. It was the idea of Natalie seeing me like this. The look of disappointment was always there. I deserved it too. I hated that I was such a fuck-up. She had been more of a mother to me than our mother ever was, and here I was… scrambling home after running the moment things got a little tough at home.

I didn’t know what happened, but she had been hurting. Instead of being the good sister, I ran. I left her to deal with it alone while I forgot all about… well… everything. It seemed like I went through this every time. I’d hook up with some good-looking guy, enjoy myself in the moment, then spend the ride home regretting how my sister would look at me. Didn’t stop me from repeating the same damn thing again and again. It wasn’t just this either. The orgies didn’t help. Even normal parties ended with me a bit tipsy and taking a few boys upstairs to have fun with. The only remotely ‘healthy’ relationship I had was the one I shared with Victoria and Ezra. I think the only thing that helped me there was that I knew I was a welcome guest. Sleeping with other people aside, they were emotionally invested in each other in a way I would never have a part in—not that I wanted that anyway. Attachments were complicated and only brought pain.

Jake.

There he was again, constantly creeping in when he was the last person I wanted to think about. Victoria was right. My mind was filled with him. A parasite that wouldn’t leave me alone. Invasive and ever-present. Even as my latest conquest destroyed my pussy with his amazing cock, it was Jake I was thinking about. Now, I’ve fantasized about plenty of guys while with another guy, but nothing on this level.

My head thumped against the bus window as I stared blankly at the passing decor of the city. “Just fuck him already,” I mumbled to myself. The sooner I did that, the sooner I could shake him off.

Sitting here on the bus was dangerous. Alone, it gave me time to think. To reflect on what the hell I was doing. Jake’s question still sat there in my mind. What did I want?

Food would be a good start.

I was running again. Jumping at the first thought that allowed me to ignore the problems I faced. Like how my initial attempts to seduce Jake failed, leading me to form an actual friendship with him. A friendship with actual feelings and emotions involved. I was never all that serious about Jake when we first met. He was just a fun puzzle to try and get a reaction from. Now? Now I cared about him and wanted to fuck him. A combination that was a disaster waiting to happen. Without thinking, I’d caught myself in a web of my own making.

Victoria had been right. I was scared of the idea of sleeping with Jake. With other guys, it didn’t matter if things went well or not. Sex was sex and after it was done I simply moved on. With Jake though? I actually cared about what he thought of me. What if things didn’t go well? I was a hell of a good lay and I knew what I was doing so I wasn’t worried about rocking his world. My worries stemmed from something deeper. What if a good lay wasn’t what he was looking for? Or the most terrifying thought of all: What if I was looking for something more than a quick lay?

Unlike Natalie, I was proud of my body count. I didn’t care if most people would call me a slut or cum dump or whatever derogatory thing that made them feel better because deep down, they were jealous they could never get the kind of action I was. I had zero qualms rolling out from under a spent guy at a party and hopping on the dick of his friend. If I was lucky, they’d be the type of guys who were perfectly fine doubling up on a girl. A rare treat I would never turn down.

So when a guy didn’t ‘click’ with me or got bored and tossed me aside, I didn’t care one bit. I was going to do the same. With Jake though, things were different. He wasn’t some dude I’d play with before moving on without a word. I had investments in place. A foundation for something beyond sex. Jake was a rock I could cling to. No matter how rough the storm, no matter how dumb I was acting, he was always there. Yeah, he didn’t express his feelings… at all. Yet I never once got the feeling that he didn’t care. Without intending for it, Jake had become an important fixture in my life. Someone who could be relied on to be there. He knew what I was like, what I did in my free time and he still accepted me. There were times when he flirted back, so there was interest there… right?

And I was terrified. Terrified because I always fucked things up given enough time. There was no reason to believe it would be any different with Jake.