The following is a sexy short story about couples who are so sweet in public, but very rough in private. We usually don’t know who they are. You probably know a few without realizing it. That’s what makes it both special and sexy. Enjoy!
It was a common refrain for Haylee Syble. Anyone who’d ever met her boyfriend, Tyler Markson, came away with the same glowing sentiment.
“He’s such a sweet and gentle soul. You’re so lucky to have him!”
Haylee had lost count of how many people told her that over the years in some form or another. It became so common that she could practically pre-record her responses. Sometimes, she just smiled and nod. Other times, she’d make a comment about how that tender soul of his was what made her fall in love with him. It was both corny and repetitive, but she always replied with a glowing smile.
However, she knew better than anyone that Tyler’s tender nature was only half the story. The notion that she’d fallen in love with him because of those qualities was also only half-true. The whole truth was complicated, but profound. There was, in fact, a side of her lover that few knew, but it was a side of him that truly cemented their love.
That side of him only ever emerged during certain times and in certain situations, most of which were private and intimate. As it just so happened, a storm had rolled in earlier that evening. It was also late on a Friday night. Neither of them had work or plans the next day. Haylee couldn’t have picked a better night to stir that special side of him. Just thinking about it was enough to make her inner thighs feel moist.
“Hey Tyler?” she said as she laid on their bed while her lover was busy in the bathroom.
“Yes, my darling?” he replied, sounding like he’d just finished brushing his teeth.
“If you’re not too tired…I’m up for a little something extra tonight.”
“Oh? What kind of something?” he asked, as though her seductive tone hadn’t made that obvious enough.
“You know the kind, Tyler,” Haylee said. “Not the gentle kind. And if you think I’m playing dumb, come see what I’m wearing.”
A brief silence followed. The faucet in the bathroom stopped running. The air in the master bedroom became hot and tense. Haylee could already picture her lover, gazing in the mirror, daring to let that other side of him come out.
Already breathing in anticipation, Haylee set her phone aside and awaited her lover’s arrival. He was the one who broke the silence, turning off the light to their bathroom and entering the room, wearing only those black pajama pants he rarely washed. In the casual light of their bedroom, he still looked like that same gentle soul that everyone praised. His tall, slim stature was so unthreatening and unimposing. His handsome, baby-face complexion seemed to put everyone at ease.
However, Haylee knew the truth behind that unassuming face. She also knew that her choice of sleeping attire, which consisted of an old gray shirt she’d promised to throw away and a pair of cheap white panties that she’d bought on sale, sent a not-so-subtle message.
In an instant, Tyler’s demeanor changed. He turned from a gentle lamb to a hungry wolf. A wide, mischievous grin formed on his face and his gaze on her narrowed. To anyone else, it would’ve been shocking and even a little scary. To Haylee, it got her feminine juices flowing in all the right ways.
“You never play dumb, do you?” said Tyler in a deep, masculine tone that defied his stature.
“No, I don’t,” Haylee replied.
“You know what that means, right?” he said, his grin widening with every word.
Tyler approached the bed. Every step he took might as well have been that of a titan. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder echoed in the distance, giving an ominous aura to his presence.
He was never that imposing. The man worked with animals and volunteered at charity events. Since high school, people knew him as the kind, soft-spoken man who never picked a fight and never raised his voice in anger. As Tyler’s gaze narrowed on her, she saw in him the capabilities that few imagined. The fact that he shared them with so few people only made it more intimate.
“It’s not going to be easy. It’s not going to gentle, either,” Tyler said intently. “It’s going to be hard…very, very hard.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for. That’s what I want,” she said to him.
“Are you sure?” he asked her, always giving her an out.
“I’m sure…damn sure!”
That sealed it. Being a former Catholic School Girl, she didn’t curse unless she was serious. Tyler knew that. It was also the final confirmation he needed to let loose that hidden, yet powerful side of him that drove her so wild.
“If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.”
“Believe me, my love. It’s what I want,” Haylee said intently.
The choice had been made. There was no going back for either of them. It was going to happen. Haylee was about to experience the harder side of Tyler Markson.
Like a predator pouncing on its trapped prey, he crawled up onto the bed and got on top of her. He wasn’t careful or considerate about it, either. He just hovered over her, grabbed her by the wrists, and pinned her hands to the side, leaving her both vulnerable and open to him. On a primal level, it was scary. At the same time, though, it was incredibly arousing.
“I believe you, Haylee,” he told to her in a deep, almost-menacing voice. “I also believe that what you want is only part of what you desire.”
What he said and how he said it sent shivers down her spine…exciting, exhilarating shivers that made her legs quiver from the growing arousal. Adding more fuel to the fire, Tyler hungrily kissed her.
It was not a soft, romantic kind of kiss, either. It was hard, complete with him shoving his tongue into her mouth and biting on her upper lip. It sent the clear message that he wasn’t just going to make love to her. He was going to ravage her and she was going to love every second of it. That was his promise and, even when that hidden side of his came out, Tyler was a man of his word.
After rendering her breathless by such heated kissing, he leaned in and whispered into her ear.
“Let’s get you naked,” he said to her.
Haylee just nodded, laying flat on her back as her ravenous lover did the rest. Like a beast unleashed, he ripped off her clothes, tearing through the oversized shirt she’d been wearing and ripping off her panties. The sound of shredded fabric filled the room, echoing over the sounds of the storm outside. It was ominous, yet uniquely stimulating.
Now fully naked, still lying under her lover’s domineering gaze, she shivered as the fresh air grazed over her exposed skin. At the same time, the growing warmth from her lover’s body mixed with hers, adding a sense of intimacy to such a heated mood.
“Stripped and exposed,” Tyler said as his scrutinized her nude form. “It’s already making you wet, isn’t it?”
As if to affirm his claim, he reached down between her legs and cupped her pussy with his hand. It sent another shiver up through her body, but one that had little to do with the cold air.
“Yeah, you’re definitely wet,” said Tyler with a lecherous grin, “but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to give you my cock. You’re going to have to earn it!”
“I know,” Haylee said, still breathless, “and I will. I promise.”
“You better!”
In another act of controlling passion, Tyler grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. From there, he led her to the center of their king-sized bed, pushed her down so that she was on all-fours like a dog, and shoved her head towards his crotch, which now had a growing bulge. In the same way his more assertive side aroused her, being able to exercise that side had a similar effect on him.
“Do it. Suck me!” he ordered.
“Yes, my love,” Haylee said obediently.
With trembling hands, she grasped the side of his sweatpants and pulled them down to free his growing manhood. Once free, Tyler grabbed the side of her head and shoved it into her face, forcing her to take his length into her mouth. It was his way of telling her not to take it slow. They were not making sweet, passionate love tonight. What they were about to do was more basic and raw.
“Mmf!” Haylee gasped upon feeling his member between her lips.
“Yeah! That’s right,” Tyler said intently. “Suck my dick! Suck it hard!”
He set the tone, as he often did during acts of such heated intimacy. While keeping a firm grip on her head, he guided her into giving him the kind of hard, sloppy blowjob that few would’ve expected from a well-mannered, straight-A student who regularly volunteered at her local church.
Haylee volunteered just as eagerly to give her lover the kind of hardcore oral sex that he loved. Rising to the challenge, she sucked him hard and fast, really using her tongue to stimulate the most sensitive parts of her lover’s cock. She let it get messy and sloppy, not hiding the gagging and slobbering that such heated acts often incurred. She also knew how much he liked that. It even got him harder.
“Ohhh yes! Like that! Just like that!” Tyler grunted as he ran his fingers through her hair.
Harder and harder, she sucked him off. Beyond just setting the tone for their sex, it got him very erect. She could actually feel the veins in his manhood throbbing around her lips, aching for her sex.
She felt it in her own arousal, the burning heat between her thighs becoming unbearable. At one point, she reached between her legs and fingered her vagina, which got all the necessary juices flowing in preparation for the next step.
An extra-loud round of thunder followed. Looking up at her lover, she saw that Tyler had entered that state of mind in which the kind, gentle man became something far greater. Neither man nor beast, Tyler became a true embodiment of raw, masculine prowess.
In a perfect exercise of that prowess, Tyler commenced that next critical step. Having both achieved peak arousal, the time had come to turn their focused passion into something real.
“Enough!” bark Tyler, pulling her by the hair again to cease her oral sex. “I’m ready.”
“So am I,” she said, still panting heavily as saliva dripped down her chin.
“Then turn around and hold on. This is going to be harder than usual.”
It sounded more like a promise than a warning, as though the desire for a rougher brand of lovemaking extended deeper than the want for simple intimacy. Haylee didn’t have time to scrutinize it. Dazed by her arousal, she turned around and grabbed onto the headboard of their bed, still on all fours as her lover positioned himself behind her.
“Haylee…my beautiful, sexy love,” Tyler said as he shed his pants and threw them across the room.
“Tyler…take me!” she urged him.
Not needing more motivation at that point, Haylee braced herself as her lover positioned himself behind her. She really felt it when he grabbed her by the waist, his nails digging deep into her naked flesh as he aligned his rigid manhood with her wet entrance. At that point, her heart raced and her lower body was fully ablaze with arousal.
Finally, he did it. With one fervent thrust of his hips, he entered her with his masculine flesh. Her world shook, but it was only the beginning.
“Oohhh Tyler!” she cried out.
Lust, passion, and that most primal urge to indulge in sensual delights took over from there. Like a man possessed by a beastie spirit, Tyler hammered away into her pussy, working his hips and pumping his cock within her tight folds. More thunder from the storm outside followed, but the commotion was easily overshadowed by the sound of his pelvis smacking against her butt. It was so hot and sensual while also being so raw and physical.
The bed rocked hard.
Her body rocked hard with it.
Everything about their sex was so hard and unhindered.
On top of all that, she loved it. Just as her love had promised, Haylee loved every second of it.
“Yes! Yes! Oohhh yes! Harder, Tyler! Fuck me harder!” she loudly proclaimed.
“You mean…like this!” he grunted.
He thrust into her with extra force, penetrating deeper, stimulating parts of her body that few dared stimulate. It was intense. She could only respond with louder moans of ecstasy. That was all the confirmation that Tyler needed.
He kept ravaging her, humping and pumping her with unfiltered lust. As he unleashed such immense energy, he leaned over and nibbled around her neck and ear. At one point, he even reached around and grasped her swaying breasts. He wasn’t gentle with that, either. He flat out squeezed it, pinching her nipples and sending a different surge of sensations coursing through her body.
Haylee could only respond with more squeals of delight. It quickly sent her to the brink of orgasm, but such rough, energetic sex made it difficult to process. She always came quicker and harder whenever she and Tyler pursued a less romantic brand of lovemaking. That didn’t make the pleasure any less enjoyable or intimate.
“Tyler…so hard! Coming…so hard!” was all Haylee managed to get out.
Her lover clearly didn’t hear her because he didn’t let up. He just kept humping away, even as she climaxed in the midst of their sex. Even as her body shuddered and her inner muscles contracted, he kept at it, indulging and immersing himself in her depths.
“Mmm…Tyler,” she said as he nibbled on her ear.
“Yeah…you like it like that!” he said. “I knew it!”
Once again vindicated, he kept at it, rocking her body and her world with his sex. At one point, the headboard started to dent parts of the wall. Tyler didn’t care and neither did she. It wouldn’t have been the first time they’d left a mark or two from their ravenous lovemaking.
She just kept holding on and indulging, soaking in more sensations as the experience unfolded. Somewhere along the way, Tyler shifted their bodies and turned her over so that she was on her back again. From there, he got on top of her and resumed their heated sex, humping her missionary style while she held onto his shoulders and kept her legs fully spread.
Such a position also allowed her to see the shifting expression on his face. It morphed from one of manly grit to passionate desperation. It was a rare and beautiful sight to her, seeing Tyler go through that range of passions. He was capable of both loving tenderness and intense lust. That kind of range captured the full essence of who Tyler was, as a man. It also reminded her why she fell in love with him.
As he experienced the breadth of those passions, Haylee sensed him getting close to his peak. She’d had more than her share of ecstasy at that point. It was his turn.
“Please…don’t stop,” Haylee urged him.
“I won’t,” Tyler said strongly. “I’m so…so close. I…won’t…stop!”
With one final push, he delivered the last round of hard humping. Now covered in a light layer of sweat, he had pushed himself hard. That final barrier to complete ecstasy was so close. Now clinging to his neck, gazing into his eyes with equal determination, she guided him into that blissful world.
“Ohhh fuck!” he exclaimed.
“That’s it, Tyler! That’s it!” she said to him.
She doubted he heard her. That didn’t stop her from admiring the orgasmic spectacle that followed.
In one final thrust, he drove his manhood into her depths as much as he could before getting his releasing. Through heavy pants and labored grunts, Haylee eagerly accepted his manly load, allowing it to mix with her moist depths. She maintained her hold on him every step of the way, feeling his body shudder under the weight of the pleasure.
It was a unique kind of ecstasy. It was not the kind that could be gained through slow, gentle lovemaking. They did plenty of that and while satisfying in its own right, there was something profound about the feeling they experienced when they expressed their love in its hard, unhindered glory.
“Haylee…” her lover said breathlessly as he soaked in the feeling.
“Shhh…take it easy, my love. I’m here,” Haylee said lovingly.
Like magic, the softer side of love that the rest of the world saw with them returned. As the rush of their sexual release subsided, they returned to that more tender mindset. Despite his exhaustion, Tyler kissed her again. Unlike before, it was as caring and affectionate as any lover could ask for.
The rain kept pouring outside, but the thunder had ceased. It was as though nature had let them know that they had done enough to exercise their most intense passions. Taking that to heart, Tyler withdrew from her and laid down next to her. Before long, they were just another loving couple, cuddling together in a naked heap atop their bed.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” Tyler mused as he caressed the side of her face.
“What is?” she asked with a warm smile.
“How we can make sweet, beautiful love one night and fuck like animals the next,” he said. “I’m not going to lie. It kind of overwhelms me at times.”
“It shouldn’t,” Haylee assured him. “In case those orgasmic cries weren’t clear enough, I love both. And you do them so well!”
“That also overwhelms me,” he said in a more serious tone. “The fact that I have this side of me…this side that loves that harder, rougher brand of sex…what does that say about me?”
“You mean other than being a man of diverse sexual tastes?” she said coyly. “Well, as someone who loves you to no end, I think it also says you’re a man of immense passions. Some are harder to express than others. But when you do, it makes me feel special…knowing we can share those passions together.”
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