I used my heated fingers to rub her pussy from behind. She moaned and opened her legs wider.

“You’re awfully wet inside, Kitten. You must really like getting a spanking.” I slid my index finger inside her and moved it back and forth slowly. She shook.

“I like this better. More please. Harder.” She started moving her hips as much as she could with me holding her. She was fucking herself with my finger.

“You’re not being a very good pet right now, Kitten. You don’t get to decide when you get fucked.” I slowed my finger and she groaned in frustration. I smiled. “Who decides, Kitten?”

“You do, Caleb.” She went still and relaxed her all her muscles. She was a vessel for my pleasure, a willing participant in my depravity.

“That’s right, Kitten. I do.” I spanked her three more times before I heard a little sob. She’d had enough. I’d had enough. I stood behind her, lifted her hips, and slid her wet pussy down my cock until I hit the bottom of her.

“Oh, god! Please, Caleb.” She took swift advantage of the table and used it as leverage to saw herself back and forth on my cock. It felt so good, I temporarily gave up control. It couldn’t last long. It wasn’t what either of us wanted. I wanted control. Livvie wanted to surrender it.

Gaining my wits, I laid down on top of her. I’m over six feet tall (I use feet for your benefit, but you should really learn metric, America) to Livvie’s five feet six. I covered her entire body. To avoid depleting her oxygen supply, I braced on one elbow and gripped the other end of the table with my free hand.

“You want it hard, Pet? I’ll give it to you.” I moved my hips in long strokes, almost pulling out when I moved back, making Livvie grunt when I gave her all of me at once on the way forward.

We did it that way until my elbow hurt and we were dripping with sweat, then I flipped us over and made Livvie ride me until we both came.

She fell asleep on top of me afterward. My dick was still inside her, getting soft. Semen ran out whenever either of us moved. I didn’t care. I was too damn happy.

CHAPTER SEVEN

The night before Thanksgiving, I had a dream Livvie said she’d decided she couldn’t love me. I woke up in a panic and made Livvie have sex with me. She didn’t seem to mind.

We had Thanksgiving dinner in Livvie’s apartment. Claudia and Rubio brought bottles of sangria, since it was apparently the favorite drink of their little group. I started drinking scotch before breakfast.

Livvie thought it was “cute” how nervous I was. True, I was a little nervous, but mostly I wasn’t looking forward to making conversation. I figured the smell of me might keep people away.

Claudia was a force of nature—a spritely-looking creature with short dark hair, green eyes, and a mischievously sinister grin. She was even smaller than Livvie, but you wouldn’t notice it given the way she had a tendency to get into one’s personal space. That one being me.

“Oh my god, you’re gorgeous.” She held my head in both hands and turned my face from side to side, then up toward the ceiling. I felt like I was being looked over for lice, or worse—being appraised. I pulled my face away and scowled at her. “Oh! Touchy. Sophia said you were.” She shrugged and hopped toward the kitchen.

Rubio was much more respectful. He was handsome in an awkward sort of way. He was tall, but lanky. His hair had a fastidiously cultivated look of dishevelment, as was the style with the youth in Europe. He shared the same color eyes as his girlfriend.

I had no doubt as to who ran the relationship between Claudia and Rubio. At the very least, Rubio had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Sorry, she does that to everybody. When I met her, she told me I was adorable and was her boyfriend.”

“And you became her boyfriend?” I gave him a look. He smiled.

“She was wearing a tight shirt and I could see her boobs.”

I couldn’t help but smile.

“You did the right thing.”

“I know.” He shrugged.

Thanksgiving is an American holiday. Livvie and I had to scour the grocery stores to find a turkey that was apparently suitable enough to feed an army, despite our only needing to feed four people. However, as I watched Livvie pull the turkey out of the oven and set it on top of the stove, I knew it had been time well spent. Livvie’s pride in her poultry was unmistakable.

“Look! It’s my first turkey.” Livvie showcased the bird between her outstretched hands with a curtsy.

“Is it supposed to be swimming?” I asked. It smelled delicious and I couldn’t wait to eat it, but I love to give Livvie shit. It’s my second favorite pastime.

“I hate dry turkey. I may have over-basted it. Who am I kidding, though? No such thing. You’ll eat my fucking turkey and lick your fingers when you’re done.” She pulled a strip of meat off the top of the turkey and put it to my lips. “Open up, lover.”

I put my arm around her and pulled. She smelled of perfume and food. I opened my mouth and let her feed me. It was the best turkey I’d ever had—moist inside with crispy skin. I licked Livvie’s fingers as she withdrew.

“Hmm, not bad. You almost didn’t get your finger back.”

Livvie beamed at me.

“Well, I’m a lucky girl then. There’s so much I like to do with my fingers.” She pulled my mouth toward hers and kissed me. Between us, my cock gave a twitch. Livvie pulled away slowly with one last peck against my lips. “Claudia and Rubi are here.”

I rubbed the front of my pants against her belly. Our height difference always confused my cock. It couldn’t decide between seeking the warmth between her breasts and the wet heat waiting just below.

“They can watch. The boy might learn something.”

Livvie laughed and pulled away.

“Not everyone is as obsessed with sex as you are. I don’t think they’d appreciate it very much.”

I shrugged.

“We could ask.”

Just then, the sprite walked into the crowded kitchen.

“Tell me the food is ready! I am starving. I didn’t eat all day because you said to come hungry.” She grabbed a roll from a nearby pan and started munching. “Mmm, this one is still hot.” She crammed the rest into her mouth.

“Claudia! That’s not for snacking, you bitch.” Livvie spanked the other girl on the ass and both of them giggled.

Girls are so strange. If another man called me a bitch and spanked me, it would not end in giggles. Although, women are far more inherently bisexual than men in my opinion. The thought gave me pause as I pictured Livvie doing very dirty things to the sprite. I turned toward the living room and made my escape before my dick got any harder. The kitchen was crowded enough.

Rubio was in the living room unraveling cords and setting up the PlayStation when I walked in. I was surprised he could do any amount of labor wearing the pants he had on. I don’t understand skinny jeans for men. Who wants to walk around with their balls in a vise? For a second I wondered what Rafiq would think of the fad. A strange sort of melancholy drifted through me and I set my scotch on the coffee table. The last thing I needed was drunken reflection.

“Do you need help with that?” I asked. I needed a distraction.

“No, I got it already. Do you play or sing?” He beamed at me and I suddenly felt very old and out of touch with the world I was invading.

“Neither,” I said. I stood there feeling awkward without a drink in my hand and with nothing to do. Rubio smiled and put a plastic guitar in my hand.

“You can start with the guitar. It’s easier if you’re just starting.” He didn’t wait for my reply before he turned on the TV and loud rock music filled the living room. I found it annoying but didn’t say anything about it.

“What do I do?” I asked.