Insatiable - Ch. 02

Tonii's dating life had its highs and lows. If the lows were boring dates where making a connection felt as easy as pulling teeth, the highs were when she found someone she didn't mind sleeping with on a regular basis.

Tonight, she shared her bed with a man she had been seeing for a few months. His name was Mark. Older than Tonii, in his mid-fifties, he was a twice divorced father of two. A lawyer who spent most of his work week at the office, and his evenings managing so many business endeavors that she had lost count. It was rare for him to find time for her. That was the impression she got.

Mark was one of the first men Tonii had seriously dated since she and Darren had split apart. He was the first man she felt comfortable enough to invite over to share her bed. She felt safe with him because, in a lot of ways, he was exactly like her ex-husband.

Satisfying Mark was easy. She just had to nod along at dinner. His forceful advances once she had finished her second glass of wine were expected. The way his kisses felt as he paid his dues and earned the opportunity to slide his hand up her leg. Now, as she raised those legs to flank his waist, she sighed with relief.

Her hands braced against his chest. His weight bore upon her as he pushed against the fork of her legs. Tonii gasped, the sort of raspy moan designed to let Mark know that she felt him inside her. He thrust three times in rapid succession, then laid atop her so his torso hid her breasts from view. For that, at least, she was grateful. He pushed his face into her shoulder and she embraced him as his grunts turned to labored wheezing. The warmth of his body, once intimate, was now simply the reason they were covered in sweat. The heaviness of his body was smothering. Mark groaned in pleasure and Tonii did as well, welcoming his climax with a performative display and feeling once again as though she had won.

She unclenched the muscles in her legs. They had remained clamped around his hips throughout the endeavor and now quivered as Mark rolled to lie beside her. He placed his hand atop her thigh and squeezed, satisfied for a moment before he sat up and, with his back turned, removed the condom from his cock.

That was Tonii's cue. She stood up, using a foot to shove aside the small pile of undergarments that remained at the side of the bed. She didn't say anything. A few quick steps were all it took to enter her attached bathroom and soon enough she was under a warm shower.

By the time she returned to the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, Mark was already halfway dressed. "You're not spending the night?"

He turned towards her. "Ah, doll," he said. "I'd love to but I've got something to do in the morning."

"It's Sunday."

"I have a trip. Some work friends and I are going fishing up at the lake. Have to leave early--"

Tonii simply nodded. It wasn't like she was going to beg him to stay. She sat on the edge of the bed and used a handful of the towel to dry her hair while Mark prattled on with his excuse.

She was only brought back to the moment as Mark leaned in to plant a kiss near the corner of her mouth. Returning to niceties was fine. It fit the evening well enough and soon after he left the bedroom to let himself out. She listened as his car pulled off, able to hear his engine rumbling well into the distance as he drove through the quiet midnight. Once she could no longer hear him, she groaned in frustration.

****

Sundays usually hummed with chaos, but without her kids, Tonii had too much time. She turned to a work order instead of lounging

Her kitchen was a mess, but it was her organized mess. The chocolate machine whirred in the corner and she had laid out all the materials she needed along the length of her countertop. This order wouldn't take long to complete. She'd be finished before mid-afternoon, but there were moments like these where all she could do was wait for the process.

The machine made a hitching sound, to which Tonii responded with a level of aggression she knew the appliance didn't deserve. She sucked her tongue as her phone chimed to draw her attention.

Rider: What are you doing?

Tonii stared at the notification for a moment. It had been almost two weeks since her date with Rider, and she hadn't heard from him since. Did it upset her? Yes. Her shoulders slumped. She had spent several days agonizing over what she did wrong but it seemed as though he couldn't have cared less about the lapse in communication.

Tonii: I'm working.

She stared at the three dots at the bottom of the screen that indicated Rider was typing. It went on for almost a minute.

Rider: It's Sunday.

She chortled and put her phone down face-first as the machine beeped. As she poured the chocolate, she heard several notifications come through in quick succession. When she was able to return her attention to the device, she could see Rider's suggestion in full, delivered over a series of shorter messages.

Rider: Well I finally settled in. Need to run to the store later, though. I can't keep ordering food every time I need to eat. I don't know how you people live here. Everything is so expensive.

She wiped her hands on her apron and typed rapidly.

Tonii: Did you wait all this time just to tell me you need to go food shopping?

Rider: I wasn't waiting.

Of course he wasn't.

Rider: I just assumed you were busy with other people.

Tonii narrowed her eyes at the message.

Tonii: What made you think that?

She waited. And waited. For a moment, it seemed that Rider wouldn't respond but then those three dots showed up once more.

Rider: I think the right answer is to say that you're beautiful. Would that get me out of trouble?

She scoffed. The fact that Rider was right was doing a lot of heavy lifting towards her excusing his lack of interaction. Her phone chimed again.

Rider: So, do you want to go shopping with me or not?

Tonii: Is that your idea of a second date? Shopping?

Rider: What? Is that not exciting enough for you?

She placed her phone face-down once more and turned away to return to her work. Then she picked it up once more.

Tonii: Okay. I'll pick you up later.

****

Tonii wasn't sure what she expected. She thought Rider was just teasing or that he perhaps had something else in store. They, in fact, did spend the afternoon browsing the supermarket. As they moved through the aisles, Tonii couldn't help but feel nervous.

It was a bit of a silly feeling. She had picked him up about an hour prior and, just as he had done in the café, Rider greeted her with his polite charm. Yet, that was all there was. No kiss, or even a hug. During the drive or even as they walked together, he didn't touch her. It was... just a trip to the supermarket. Whether Rider was doing it on purpose or not, she couldn't help but feel mounting frustration.

She felt insecurity creeping in. Did he not like her? Did he find her too cold or perhaps too forward? If he did, why did he invite her out? Her hands gripped the shopping cart as Rider tossed a packet of pasta atop the pile. He had spent several moments inspecting it, then added several others of varying types seemingly at random. Oh God, she thought. What if he thought she was easy? Could that be it? Did he really invite her out because he thought he'd get his cock sucked? She watched as he walked off, not even looking back to make sure she followed.

Was he wrong?

"Going to tell me what's on your mind?"

Tonii jerked as Rider's words caught her attention. She feigned a half-smile. "I was just thinking," she said, "this date is a bit rubbish, isn't it?"

Rider smirked. "Well excuse me. I'm still sort of new to this area, you know. I imagined you'd be the one showing me around."

Tonii hesitated. "Do you move around a lot?"

Rider shrugged.

"That doesn't answer the question," she said.

"I move around every so often. If I have a reason to visit somewhere."

"How often is 'so often'?" she teased.

"Depends," Rider placed two containers into the cart's tray, "on how much of a reason I have to stick around." He held the front of the shopping cart and looked into her eyes. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason," she said whimsically. She released the handle and moved past, leaving him to manage his own groceries. Behind her, she could hear as Rider scoffed.

"You have a bad habit of doing that," he said. Tonii didn't respond but could feel his eyes on her for the rest of the trip until they cashed out.

Once the groceries were packed, Tonii settled behind the wheel to realize that Rider had wandered off. The next several minutes were incredibly nerve-wracking as she resisted the urge to text him. Thankfully, she didn't have to wait too long to see him return with a pair of paper parcels in his hand.

"There's no way," she said as he opened the passenger-side door and sat down, "that you thought I'd just sit here."

"Well you weren't going to leave with all my stuff, were you?"

She shook her head. She didn't want to agree with him but it wasn't like he was wrong. "What did you get?" she asked.

"Ice cream for me," he said, removing a small disposable container from the first parcel. "And yogurt for you. Plain, just the way you like it."

"I never told you I liked plain yogurt." She sneered playfully as he slid the second container over the center compartment.

"You do, though. Unless I'm wrong."

"I usually get fruit to go with it," she said. "You know, the little diced bits of stuff."

Rider paused. For a moment, he considered whether she was joking or not. "I'll be sure to remember that in the future," he said finally.

"Hmph!" Tonii snatched the container. Rider had yet to close the door, sitting with one leg left outside of the vehicle. They weren't alone, but even for a Sunday evening, there were hardly any other vehicles in the parking lot. "We do have meat in the trunk, mister."

"The world won't end if we get home five minutes later," he muttered.

"Fine." She popped the lid off the container and used the tiny wooden spoon that came with the order to scoop some of the contents into her mouth. She hated that he was right. "What's in the other bag?"

Rider paused, halfway through the container of ice cream already. "Oh." He flung the unmarked paper bag onto the back seat, letting it thud between grocery parcels. "Condoms. For when we have sex later."

****

Tonii wasn't sure when she had decided to blow Rider again. They had arrived at his place and after the first trip bringing groceries up the stairs, he had left her to pack while he brought up the rest on his own. She noticed a few things: empty jars of coffee, more than the average person would drink. Maybe Rider had a problem. She smirked at the thought.

She felt comfortable, though. She organized his things, then realized he would have no idea where she put things while he was away so she left the cupboards open. When he returned, he deposited the box of condoms, still in the paper parcel, atop the counter.

From there, it was a matter of the simple things. Her brushing against him. The way he touched the small of her back as he moved past. These small interactions were enough to make her nipples grow stiff against her top. When Rider peeled off his jacket, exposing a sleeveless undershirt stretched over his frame, she snapped. Standing on tiptoes, she shoved herself against his waist and kissed him aggressively.

Tonii knew he wanted to have sex with her. Even if his hands remained gripping the edge of the counter behind him. Even if he had only barely leaned toward her to help bridge the difference between their statures. His calm demeanor in the face of her passion. It was as if he had already decided how this encounter would go. Yet, he couldn't hide his intentions when the admitted evidence remained just out of arm's reach. The very presence of the parcel was a tease.

She breathed heavily. She wanted him to touch her.

Her hands moved against his torso then over his broad shoulders.

She wanted him to take her body in his hands. To tease her breasts. To caress her backside and show appreciation for the fact that she had worn her best-fitting pair of jeans for him.

Down over his biceps, his forearms. She gently bit his lower lip. She wanted to tease him, but he wouldn't budge.

She brought her hands to the front of his waist. She felt along the leather belt and found his belt buckle, pausing for just a moment as she plucked at it.

"Go ahead." That was all he said.

That was all it took and Tonii was on her knees for him. His cock, semi-erect and salty, between her lips. She sucked on the tip, one hand holding near the base of his tool. She dipped her head deeper into his crotch and allowed his cockhead to press against the inside of her cheek as she moaned loudly. Everything that video she had watched after their last meeting said. Every tip. Every trick. Every bit of skill she had failed to develop because she had gone her entire life without so desperately wanting to impress a man with her skill at oral sex.

Finally, she felt his hands on her. One went to the back of her head while the other brushed the hair out of Tonii's face. She was suddenly aware of how strong his hands were. Their size as they so easily cradled her face. His moan washed over Tonii and made her tremble with excitement as his cock grew so, so terribly hard against her tongue.

She pulled herself free, coughing slightly as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

"Are you done?" Rider asked.

Tonii froze, fingers half-tangled as she tried to remove her top. "You're hard," she stammered. "I thought we'd go further."

Rider tilted his head. He looked somewhat silly to Tonii's eyes -- unashamed and with his cock out. It would have been ludicrous if she didn't want him so badly. "Go further?"

"Oh, not this again!"

"No, no," Rider laughed. "It is this again. I wasn't aware we were going to have PG-13 sex."

Tonii turned from him, hastily fixing her top. "I don't know why I bother," she snapped. "Clearly you want to make a fool out of me. Is that your game? You get what you want and I'm just some silly little thing you get to use as a distraction whenever you please?"

Rider raised an eyebrow. Other than that, there was very little Tonii could infer from his expression. "Are you done?"

Somehow, the words infuriated her even further the second time.

"No!" she cried. "Actually, I'm not!" She turned to face him and despite the height difference, she pointed her finger directly into the middle of his broad chest. "You know, I had a date last night. With a real man, not an overgrown boy who only knows how to get things his way!" She poked him again. It was about as effective as a mouse provoking a bear, but she didn't care. "And you know what else? He fucked me. He fucked me sooo good. Maybe you could learn a thing or two about how to treat a woman from him!"

Rider inhaled deeply. That was his response and Tonii was suddenly aware of how very small she was.

"I'm leaving," she said. She turned to the kitchen island where she had deposited her keys when they entered the apartment. It only took two steps for her to be able to pick them up. Just as her hand clenched over the bunch of keys, she felt Rider's hands as he grabbed her waist. "No! Let me go!"

Rider didn't respond, even as Tonii lashed out at him. She was angry. Furious. Her ears and cheeks were colored a heavy shade of pink. She hated that Rider made her feel this way. She was humiliated. Even after she had gone through the ritual of getting him hard so thoroughly, she was rejected.

Still, he held firm. Tonii was forced once more to confront the fact that he was so much stronger than her.

"Rider," she whined, "you're hurting me!"

"No, I'm not."

He pushed forward and Tonii could feel his body as he imposed himself onto her. His cock, still erect, pressed against her lower back as he let his weight fall gently against her shoulders. Tonii could struggle but there was no point. She didn't want to. Not when he brought himself down to her level and she could feel his breath on her skin. His muscular arms flanked her torso as he embraced her, and she felt Rider's kiss against the side of her neck.

"Rider," she said, whining, "please..."

"Please what, Tonii?" he growled. The sound of his voice made her shiver.

"Please, please, please," she gasped.

She wouldn't speak and so he continued to tease her. His kisses grew heavier, hungrier. His teeth marked her skin and pulled at her earlobe with gentle nips as Tonii pushed her hips back in a desperate bid for affection. His embrace moved lower, unbuttoning her jeans and shoving them down around her thighs. They bunched around her hips, with the black thong she wore peeled off right alongside them.

"Please what, Tonii?!" He not only repeated himself but his large hand gripped the outside of her hip.

Tonii's body clenched and she whined. Fuck! Her thoughts were a mess. She was thinking about last night. She was thinking about Darren. She was desperate to find some frame of reference to hold onto. She couldn't find anything. Nothing but what Rider had done to her the last time she had found the courage to entrust herself to him. When he had brought some secret part of her bubbling to the surface. Secret, even from herself.

"Please," she whimpered, "hit me."

Smack!

Rider obliged. And again, making Tonii clench and pull away, only to be drawn back against his body once more.

"Again!" she cried. And once again, Rider smacked her behind. She gripped the handful of keys until her knuckles turned white and whimpered as she felt the skin on her backside grow tender. "Please," she moaned, breathless, "hit me again!"

Smack!

"Spank me!"

Smack!

"Hit me!"

Smack!

"Please!"

Rider struck her a final time and Tonii's entire body buckled. Her legs quivered, thighs trembling as her nectar oozed downward to stain her clothing. She could feel him pushing against her. So thick, yet she could take it. She desperately wanted to but he wouldn't give it to her.

"Please," she pushed against the counter, half-looking at him over her shoulder, "fuck me!" She was breathing heavy, panting like a bitch in heat yet she had barely exerted herself.

Rider grabbed hold of the back of Tonii's neck. "Bend over," he said, his grip giving her no choice but to comply as he forced her cheek against the cool surface. She gasped as she felt him invade her. Condom be damned, he was inside her and it felt good. It had been so long since she had raw cock in her. To feel the sensation of flesh-on-flesh as he made her take his cock was ecstasy. He bullied her womanhood and Tonii's eyelids fluttered as she was filled.

The process was intense. Different from anything she had ever felt before. She couldn't perform, pinned to the kitchen island. She was doubled over. Helpless. Small. Forced to take Rider's cock as he explored her depths. She groaned as though in pain and he retracted. The sensation of his crown scraping her insides made one of her knees go weak and she would have collapsed if it wasn't for his grip.

Rider released a deep grunt and slammed himself forward. His hips smacked against her ass and Tonii whimpered. This time the pain was genuine but as with the spanking, it came alongside a deep pleasure. An intense satisfaction. A subtle difference between doing her duty and being used for a single purpose. Rider's cock needed to be pleased, and she would languish in the experience of pleasing it.

The slapping of skin-on-skin filled the air. Rider was deep, and rough, and selfish. He pressed into places that were rarely explored. Where Tonii had grown lazy and unpracticed, he forced her to experience such a deep stimulation that she dribbled onto the countertop like a dazed fool.

The smell of sex was heavy in the air. The scent of Tonii's arousal mixed with the sticky work of Rider pumping his cock into her until the pungent aroma flooded her senses.

His thrusting plundered Tonii. Each made her moan, or squeal, or whimper and as the pressure in her lower belly grew, it felt impossible to contain herself. She held on, however. She endured the pounding which felt relentless until, finally, she received her reward and she felt his body grow rigid against hers. All without succumbing, her pride intact.

Like a cat, Tonii pressed her backside against him as her back arched. She wanted him deep inside as he climaxed. As he groaned, suddenly sounding as though he was very out of breath, she welcomed the warmth splashing within her. She smiled, giddy and foolish.

She had won.

His grip had tightened momentarily but as his orgasm subsided, Rider released her slender neck. Around her nape, the mark of bruised skin remained where he had held onto her like a collar.

Tonii coughed and attempted to stand erect, only to find Rider's weight against her back once more. He was kissing her. Clumsy, heavy kisses that searched for her face but mostly buried themselves in her hair. And, God, he was still hard. Tonii craned her neck, desperate to claim the affection he was eager to give.

Slowly, Rider seemed to calm himself. His hand slipped around her throat, yet he very gently held her within his grasp as he kissed her. Tonii barely paid attention to his kisses and completely ignored the screaming soreness in her limbs.

"Stay with me tonight," Rider murmured. His voice was once again playful, now almost comforting.

Tonii barely registered his words. Her drunken-like haze kept her in a stupor, desperate for affection. "Yes," she whimpered. "God, yes."