His Slut

I sunk right down to trade places with him. My body was eager to comply in its weakened state.

"Get naked," he added, stripping off his own clothes as he stood up. Then he moved in front of me, stroking his hard cock as he watched and waited for me to comply.

I followed Mark's command quickly, still breathing hard and eager to repay the favor.

"Leave the thong on," he amended, once I'd pulled off everything other than the black, lacy underwear.

Then I crawled closer. Looking up at him, I grazed my fingernails lightly up his thighs until I could cup his balls with one hand while I wrapped the other around his cock, squeezing and stroking.

"You made me cum so hard. That felt so good," I said, leaning closer and licking his balls.

Mark moaned, watching as I sucked them into my mouth.

I caressed and rubbed his balls with my tongue before letting them pop back out of my mouth one at a time.

Then I felt his hand on the back of my head, pressing and holding me there.

I moaned and swirled my tongue around, giving his balls more attention. I pinched the soft skin between my lips lightly before sucking them into my mouth once again.

I kept licking and sucking until he guided me towards the head of his cock.

"Suck me, Sam. I want your mouth on my cock."

I moaned again, but the sound was muffled as he pushed through my lips and down my throat in one deep thrust. He wrapped my ponytail around his fist, moving my head and pushing harder. Then he held me down on his cock until my nose pressed into his lower stomach.

Feeling Mark's hand on my head, guiding me and holding me on his cock, turned me on so much that I couldn't resist reaching down to rub my pussy. I spread my knees apart as far as I could and rubbed my fingers along my slit. There were audible wet noises as I pressed harder and rubbed faster. With my other hand, I held onto Mark's hip as he continued to thrust into my mouth.

He groaned and tightened his grip on my hair, rotating his hips and thrusting deeper, making me gag on his cock.

I rubbed my clit faster, looking up at him, wanting his cum in my mouth. So I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, stroking as I sucked on his head, rubbing the underside of his cock and over his slit with my tongue. Then I swirled my tongue around his tip before sucking hard again, my lips rubbing over the ridge.

That did the trick. Mark's cock pulsed between my lips as he grunted and released several hot spurts of cum into my mouth.

I moaned and sucked all the cum from his cock, letting it pool on my tongue before swallowing it down.

"Good slut," Mark groaned, pulling back a step. "Now cum again. Rub that pussy."

I smiled and moaned, leaning back on my heels and rubbing faster, breathing hard.

"Cum for me. On your knees, with my cum still coating your slutty throat."

"Fuck," I gasped, clenching and slipping two fingers inside myself. "You taste so good."

"You're such an eager cocksucker, aren't you?" Mark teased, smirking down at me and cupping my face, holding under my chin. Then he rubbed his thumb over my lips and pressed it into my mouth, encouraging me to suck.

I moaned and complied, answering his rhetorical question through actions rather than words as I continued rubbing and fingering myself, building up to another orgasm.

"That's it. Cum again, Sam. Show me what an obedient slut you are for me."

Though it normally would have turned me on, hearing Mark refer to me as obedient rubbed me the wrong way, considering everything I'd been thinking about lately. But I quickly brushed off that thought, not wanting it to inhibit me from cumming.

I moaned and closed my eyes, remembering how good it felt to have Mark's fingers and mouth on me, looking up at me as he worked on making me cum. My pussy clenched again as I thought about the way he pinned me up against the door as soon as we got to my room. I gave in and got off to the warm, enveloping feeling that came with knowing how much he wanted me.

My body writhed in pleasure. Mark's thumb slid out of my mouth as my lips parted in a rapturous moan.

"Good slut," I heard him say as I calmed down.

I smiled up at him and moaned contentedly.

Then Mark offered me a hand to help me up, and kissed me tenderly once I was standing in front of him.

I combed my fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck and got lost in the kiss as his hands roamed over my hips and ass.

"Do you have to get going?" I asked once we finally pulled back, remembering what had happened the last time he came over and bracing myself for it.

"No, I can stay," Mark replied, smiling. "If I'm welcome."

"Of course you're welcome," I said. Though I could feel that my smile didn't quite reach my eyes.

"I do want to apologize for the whole babysitting plan," Mark said, as we both started redressing. "And the thing about Chris. It feels like I might have crossed a line."

After everything that just happened, I'd just about talked myself out of starting a serious conversation about our relationship that night. So when Mark brought it up, I took a minute to gather my thoughts before responding.

"I appreciate you saying that. But my reaction really didn't have anything to do with Chris or the babysitting idea. It's just that..." I trailed off, building myself up to share a hard truth. "I'm happy for you that your wife might be into trying more of the things you want. But it also makes me feel like there isn't a space for me in your life. If you can have fun and be kinky with her, and you also have the whole family thing, then you have it all, right? What's my role, if you have all of that at home?"

There was a momentary pause as Mark processed what I was saying, and we both finished redressing.

"You still have a space in my life because I want you," he said then. "My ideal scenario would be having more fun with my wife and still having you. We can still be together whenever we both have time. And you can keep fucking Chris, or whoever else you want to. I thought that was what you wanted, too?"

As Mark said that, basically asking for things to remain the same as they had been since the beginning, I realized just how much my feelings had changed. Everything felt different once I'd finally really accepted the truth that should've been obvious all along; that there could be no future for us.

"I don't know anymore," I answered, shaking my head. I felt a lump in my throat as I forced myself to keep going. "Since the gala, I feel like things have changed for me. For a long time, it felt like I was your priority, because things seemed not great for you at home. But seeing you with her, and seeing the two of you having fun together... I guess it made me realize how naïve I was being. Now, it's like, if you don't need me for that fun, then I'm just taking time away that you could be spending with your family. And I don't want to be the petulant young girl wishing for things to take another bad turn in your marriage."

I looked up as I finished speaking and met Mark's eyes. They seemed to search mine, as if grasping for a sign that I wasn't saying what he knew I was saying. I wanted nothing more than to give that to him, but I knew I couldn't.

He sighed and sat down heavily on the edge of my bed. "Well, I don't want to make things harder for you either. I know I'm the asshole in all of this for starting a relationship with you when I already have a family. But I really care about you, Sam. My feelings for you are real. They always have been. I..."

"You what?" I asked, boldly, my heart suddenly hammering in my chest. As masochistic as it was, I wanted to hear what else he might allow himself to say.

He looked at me, and I saw his expression change as he managed to get a grip on himself before saying too much.

"I don't want to lose you," he finished, finally.

I let out a shaky breath that I hadn't realized I was holding in. Part of me was relieved that he didn't say the three words I'd been anticipating. The words I sensed he was intentionally but barely leaving unsaid.

"I don't want that either," I said. "But I'm not sure I can get back to where I was before."

"Yeah," Mark conceded, solemnly. "So, what do you want to do?"

I didn't feel capable of ending things officially. Just the thought of telling Mark that I couldn't see him anymore made me feel suddenly nauseous. But I also knew that I couldn't let go of my conviction. Deep down, I knew that what felt impossible at the moment was what would be best for me in the long run.

Still, I couldn't resist leaving some ambiguity.

"I have the trip to Miami in a few days, with Molly and our other girlfriends. Maybe we should take a break for a bit, at least until I get back, and then go from there."

"Yeah, okay," Mark agreed.

A few awkward moments followed. Then he got back to his feet with another sigh. "I guess I should probably go, then."

I just nodded, not letting myself stop him, as much as I wanted to.

He turned back before opening my bedroom door. "You know I just want you to be happy."

"I know," I answered, trying again to swallow the lump in my throat. "And you, too."

"I know," he said, forcing a smile. And then he opened the door to leave, letting in the sound of Molly's music, still playing loudly in the kitchen.

***

A week later, I was in Miami with my friends. We'd planned the trip weeks ago, to celebrate our college graduation. But the timing was pretty fortuitous for me. I was still feeling really down about how I'd left things with Mark. So if it weren't for the escape out of town, I'm quite sure I would've given into temptation to see him again.

Instead, I had Molly and the girls, who were all eager to show me I'd made the right choice. We went out every night, drinking and dancing, flirting with guys, having some much-needed, carefree fun.

"I feel like I finally have my best friend back!" Molly said, draping her arms around me after a round of tequila shots.

"You never lost me!" I laughed, hugging her back.

"I know I didn't really," she admitted. "But all the sneaking around and secrecy... it just wasn't you."

Before I could think of a response, Molly continued.

"I know you're allowed to have your own life, and you don't need to tell me everything, and blah blah blah. But I think if you can't talk about it with the people who love you the most, then it can't be the best thing for you."

I couldn't really argue with her reasoning, so I didn't try. "You're right. As always."

Molly clinked her glass with mine. "And don't you forget it!"

We laughed and drank some more with the rest of our group until someone decided it was time to head back out to dance.

I checked my phone before we left the bar and saw that I had a few texts from Mark.

Mark: I hope you're having a good time with your friends

Mark: Have you hooked up with anyone there?

Mark: ;)

My heart pounded in my chest. I hadn't heard anything from him since the night we'd decided to take a break. And now, it was difficult to decipher the tone behind his messages.

I felt tempted to respond.

My friends were heading into the throng of sweaty, writhing bodies on the dance floor.

"C'mon Sam!" Molly called, waiting for me.

Somehow, I resisted the urge to text Mark back. Instead, I forced myself to click my phone off and slid it back into my pocket before catching up with Molly and the others.

Mark

I waited until Heather had rolled onto her side to face away from me in bed to check my phone again, looking to see if Sam had responded to my messages.

Still nothing since I'd checked ten or so minutes earlier. But this time it showed that my messages were read. I watched and waited to see if those three dots would start flashing, signaling that Sam was typing out a response.

I gave it a few minutes before finally forcing myself to click the phone off and let it go, sighing and rolling onto my back.

I closed my eyes, envisioning Sam on vacation in Miami, probably out at a club with her friends, having fun and flirting. And I found that I was smiling.