Love On A Dollar

Chapter 1: Don't Gag

Willow's POV



Don't gag. Don't gag. Don't gag.

I repeat the mantra to myself as I take more into my mouth, feeling it in the back of my throat. I had a point to prove, and dammit, if I wasn't going to prove it now!

“Christ, Willow!” Noah's big chocolate eyes bulge wide as he watches me, causing a surge of arrogance to rush through me.

That's right fucker, told you I could do it.

“Okay, Lolo, we get it. You have a very low gag reflex.” Stacy, the b***h across from my apartment, rolls her crystal blue eyes, not amused by my antics. Her dirty blonde hair is tied in a bun she tried to give the appearance of looking messy, with her skinny body dressed in baggy sweatpants and a tight crop top. Only she was part of IBTC — itty bitty titty commity — showing off the flat board she called a chest. There's nothing wrong with having a flat chest, she just likes to pretend like she has more to show than she does.

I roll my eyes back at her, but take the wrapped English cucumber out of my mouth.

Did I just deep-throat a cucumber to prove a point? Why yes, yes I did!

That's me, Willow E Dare, the crazy female in apartment 3D. A 28-year-old woman, living with her vicious cat, Count Clawcula — CC for short — who never seems to sleep. No one can tell you what I do for a living, but it's really quite simple. I am a voice actress who has a studio in the back room of her apartment. When gigs are low, I code for some extra money.

“I wish I had that kind of gag reflex. Mine is hyper sensitive.” Clara's round innocent face pouts with her lower lip extended out for dramatics. Her bouncy curls are pulled to the side over her shoulder, almost touching her cheek with how thick her hair is bunched together. Her freckles are hard to see in the warm glow of the fire that flickers in the pit before us.

The roof is everyone's favorite spot. We meet up here once a month to f**k around with anyone who cares to come. The apartments are well maintained and quite spacious for the price. I have no problem spending the next decade or two here, feeling content where I am. As of late, however, I have gotten this itch for adventure. Things are getting too tame, so I was flirting my ass off with the new tenant from apartment 1A, until Stacey had the same God damn idea.

Thankfully my full bust seems to be more his style as he was the one who had steered the conversation to a s****l nature. Things were going rather well until Noah butted in, claiming there was no way I could get more than half an English cucumber down my throat. Thankfully, Clara had one in her apartment, though I doubt she wants it back now.

“Sorry, you can't all be as great as me!” I laugh, draping my legs over the arm of the lounge chair I always claimed as my own.

“Great?” Stacey scoffs, feeling my statement was a complete lie.

“You're right, great isn't the right word,” I tap my chin, pretending to think hard, “spectacular! That's better. Thanks, Stacey.” I smile at her, seeing her almost turn red with anger. Pressing my lips tightly together, I hold back the cocksure grin threatening to come out.

“I'm calling it a night. I got my baby girl tomorrow, and knowing her mom, she'll drop her off bright and early.” Noah is the first to get up, standing at his 5’9” height with brown ringlets resting just above his collarbone.

“Awe, I wanna see those chubby cheeks and fatty rolls again. Pretty please.” I clap my hands together as I pretend to beg with my eyes closed. He flicks my forehead, causing me to open one of my gray eyes and look up at him.

“You better be awake this time.”

“I'll stay up all night, promise.” My eyes flicker to 1A's hottie, whose name I still need to learn. There's a hint there I hope he picks up on, and by the way he licks his lips, I think he does.

Fuck yes! Getting laid tonight.

“That's not healthy.” Noah flicks my forehead again as I drop my hands. I watch him leave, his pants tight against the large ass cake he tries to unsuccessfully hide back there.

After a few hours it's just Stacey, myself, and 1A — whose name is apparently Charlie — left up here. Stacey is not getting the hint and I am growing impatient, so I walk over, pointing to his lap.

“Is this seat taken?”

He chuckles a deep throaty one that makes my thighs press together in excitement. His dark eyes roam over my body as he bites his lip in the sexiest way ever. His dark hair looks so soft and silky, reflecting the light of the now dwindling fire, calling to me to touch it.

“For you, it's free for the taking.” He smiles, showing me the whitest teeth, only maybe they look that way as they contrast his jet black hair.

I sit on his lap without a second thought, straddling him as I run my fingers through the hairs on the back of his head. His large hands land on my hips, his thumbs already finding their way under the fabric of my shirt. They scratch against my skin with their rough exterior, sending shivers down to my toes.

Please be good in bed. You're too damn hot not to be.

He pulls me closer, pushing his pelvis up so I can feel his growing erection.My heart races with anticipation for tonight's potential orgasms. His chin lifts up to look at me, leaning forward so his lips are tantalizingly close.

“Tell me, Willow, what's a girl like you doing without a boyfriend?” He whispers, his lips brushing ever so lightly against my own.

Yes, Charlie, you're a tease!

“I don't need one.” I shrug, brushing it off as a flirtatious question and not a proposition of ownership. Because I definitely don't need a man thinking he has a right to my body whenever he wants. Not after I have been left and cheated on ten times in a row.

“Perfect.” This time he whispers in my ear, taking my earlobe between his teeth. I shudder, a small moan of desire humming through me.

“Oh for f**k's sake. Just don't forget to douse the fire before you leave the roof.” Stacey reminds us both of her presence as she gets up with a huff, practically stomping away.

As soon as the roof door closes behind her, his lips crash against mine with a fury. It's delicious, passionate, and exactly what I need. His tongue brushes against my lips, seeking entrance I am more than willing to give. That's when I feel the metal, realizing his tongue is pierced, causing a new wave of excitement to pump through my veins. I part my lips and allow him to explore my mouth expertly, loving the feel of his piercing as I imagine it between my thighs.

“I have boxes everywhere in my apartment. Your place okay?”

Shit, no. My place is a mess — always is.

“Who said we needed to leave the roof?” With a wink of my eye, I get off, gingerly walking towards the door with a chair in hand. Leaning it back, I block access to the roof, essentially locking it from the outside.

Charlie looks entertained as he watches me with an excited gleam in his eyes. I grab all the cushions, and throw pillows we have up here, throwing them down on the ground. With a blanket to drape over it all, I essentially make a little bed for us. Being my usual self, I jump backwards into it, landing in the center with a laugh.

“You coming?” I arch an eyebrow, already sliding my pants off.

Charlie just gives me a wicked smirk as he waits a moment before making his way towards me. The entire time he watches me undress, as curiosity fills me with eagerness to see if his little Charlie is pierced as well.

That would be a first.

Charlie pulls his shirt off, showing a well toned body with light tan skin. Unlike my vampire-esk self, he seems to get sun. Slowly he pulls his pants off, but leaves his briefs on. I internally pout, feeling more than ready to see what I'd be working with.

Charlie got right down to business, so I won't complain. Propping himself over me, he licks at my pink buds as if they're the tips of an ice cream cone and he's savoring the flavor. He then proceeds to suck on one, swirling his tongue around it and catching me off guard with how his piercing feels. His fingers find my hot center, sliding one right in and playing around with me.

A deep ache fills me, wanting more than he's giving as my hips start to sway. I grab his wrist and try to push him further into me. He chuckles that deep throaty sound that only makes my p***y quiver harder.

“I'm going to lick you clean, but when I am finished, know that I won't give you time to rest before I shoved my c**k right down your throat. You won't be able to breathe, babe.”

A small squeal leaves me, unsure what the hell that sound just was. My heart was racing a mile a minute with his promise as he lowered himself between my thighs.

“Good, God, Charlie,” I moan as his pierced tongue dances around my entrance.

Charlie wasn't kidding, licking me as if he hadn't eaten a meal in years. When his first finger enters the equation I start to tether the edge. His tongue licks me from my entrance to my clit, lightly sucking on my tingling bundle of nerves.

“Say my name as I make you come,” he demands as his finger and his tongue bring me to an orgasm faster than I thought possible.

“f**k! Charlie!” I yell for the whole block to hear, for the whole apartment building to hear.

“That's right, baby girl.” He stands, and as promised, his briefs drop and his d**k immediately enters my mouth.

The thing was monstrous! I would never in my life let it go anywhere near my p***y. I am not trying to get destroyed tonight. Even with my near non-existent gag reflex, tears well in my eyes as I struggle to breathe with a mouth full of c**k.

His d**k hits the back of my throat hard as he f***s my face in a deliciously sexy way, that makes me hungry with desire all over again. His grunts mix with the sound of my sucking and slurping, intermingling with the noises of the outside world at two in the morning on a Sunday night.

“Swallow for me,” he grunts, only giving me seconds' warning as his hot seman fills my stuffed mouth. I swallow, unable to do anything else as he pulls out. “Damn, you're good. I haven't had a girl be able to suck me like that yet.”

“No kidding! What are you a 9, a 10?” I ask, staring at his now flaccid d**k, that still managed to look huge. He laughs at my question, one arm under his head and the other resting on his stomach as he stares at the sky.

“10. Makes getting laid harder than you think.”

“Oh, no. I believe that. No girl wants to get wrecked like that.” I shake my head, to which he laughs for a moment before getting quiet.

I'm not trying to die tonight, so before he even asks for anything more, I get dressed. “I'll make you a deal. If we're both single and you need to get off, I'll swallow you, if you eat me?” I held my hand out towards him, feeling sympathy for the poor, too-well-endowed man.

“Deal.” He takes my hand, shaking it with a bright smile.

Until next time, Charlie.