by Claire Adams
“Hmmm, the last time I checked the entire country had phone service and you even carry around a little thing in your pocket called a cell phone.”
I was getting angry and I could feel it. But for some reason Chris just smiled at me. It was like he was antagonizing me to get angrier.
“Yes, but when I work I can’t have my phone with me.”
“Oh my god. That’s a great excuse. Do all the women you bang and then leave get to hear this same pile of bullshit?”
Chris had a full on smile now and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying how furious I was. I wasn’t quite sure why I was angry though. I really didn’t know him at all and it wasn’t like me to get so attached to someone so quickly.
“I’m serious. No phone for two weeks. Plus, I didn’t have your number anyways so it wouldn’t have helped me to have my phone.”
His calm demeanor should have helped to calm me down also, but it didn’t. Instead, I continued to get louder and louder.
“Oh, so you didn’t have a phone for two weeks? How was it up there?”
“What? Up where?” he said with a puzzled look on his face.
“Up in Antarctica. I mean unless you were in the African desert for your work. Because those are the only two places I can think of that you can’t find cell service for two friggin’ weeks. You are unbelievable. If you didn’t want to keep in touch with me why wouldn’t you just tell me I wasn’t your type?”
“You are my type.” Chris said calmly with a mischievous smile.
“Oh my god! Seriously, how can I be your type if you disappear for two weeks, then don’t call me and then ignore me when you do get home?”
“Trust me, I didn’t ignore you.”
“I don’t even know what is going on here!”
I just stood there and stared at him for a minute.
“Well so what’s up with this guy you were kissing?” Chris said with a smile.
“Nothing. We just went on a date.”
“Why?”
“Because adults go on dates when they are single.”
“I’d like to take you on a date.”
I just shook my head no. What was going on? How did we get from him ignoring me to now he was standing in my house asking me on a date?
“No.”
Chris looked surprised at my answer. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the door. He seemed to be pondering what to do next. “Yes,” he said simply.
I laughed. This was like a game to him. He ignored me for two weeks and now that he saw me kissing another guy he was suddenly interested in me. I didn’t want to play this game anymore.
“No. I think you should leave.”
I grabbed for the door to open it but he wouldn’t move.
“I think I should stay.” He stayed exactly where he was with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. What an arrogant ass!
“Listen, I had fun with you. I enjoyed our night together. I wanted to see you again, but you disappeared. I don’t have time for this kind of stuff. I have a big art exhibit next week and I’m over this crap. Please leave.”
“That’s great. Yes, I’ll be your date to the art exhibit.” Chris smiled and uncrossed his arms.
“What are you talking about?”
“I would love to be your arm candy for your show. What should it wear? Is it black tie? Or more casual?”
I didn’t know what to do. He was crazy. He actually thought I was going to go on a date with him. Why on early would I agree to go on a date with a guy that had been a total ass to me? I had more self-respect than that.
“I’m not going on a date with you!” I yelled out of exasperation.
Chapter 16
“Damn you look sexy as fuck when you’re mad.”
“What? No I don’t.”
“Oh yes you do,” Chris said as he moved toward me.
I stepped back one small step after another before I landed right up against the stairs. I looked up toward the top and instantly remembered when Chris had carried me naked up to my bedroom.
I moved away from the stairs.
Chris smiled as he seemed to be remembering the exact same thing as I was. I avoided eye contact with him and moved toward the front door.
“Come on, it’s late. Just go home and we can talk more tomorrow.” I said as I opened the door.
Chris grabbed the door and slammed it shut. He then grabbed me and slammed me against the door. His body forcing me against him.
“I think I would like to stay,” he said with a smile.
My body whirled with desire for him. I didn’t want to be so attracted to him. The problem was my body was ached to feel him. I bit my lip as the desire started to build. I looked down to try and avoid eye contact, but his hand gently lifted my chin up and our eyes locked. His lips came in fast and hard against mine and I tried to push him away. I was still angry with him. I didn’t want to have sex with him…but I couldn’t stop myself. The passion and desire that filled my body needed to be released. I could be mad at him tomorrow. Tonight I was going to fuck him.
I pressed hard against him and he moved all the way back to the stairs. When we reached the stairs I pushed him right back onto his ass. As he sat on the stairs I climbed on top of him and roughly kissed him. Our lips moved with one another and our hands grabbed and tore at each other’s clothes. Before I knew it my dress was hiked up to my waist and my panties were on the ground.
Chris grabbed me and stood up, pressing my body up against the wall and holding me there. He unzipped his pants and quickly guided his cock inside of me. As he thrust into me, my body shook the wall and the pictures that went up the stairway. Our lips stayed locked and I could feel the anger leaving my body with each of his thrusts.
Harder and harder he banged my body up against the wall. I should have said no, but I liked it. I enjoyed feeling his primal thrusts and wanted more and more of it. I wanted to feel him inside me for hours on end. My arms stayed wrapped around him as I held on tightly.
“Fuck me, oh god, yes,” I heard myself say as I closed my eyes in pleasure.
“Cum for me baby. Cum hard.”
His voice was like a commander telling me what had to be done. I listened. My body started to tense up and I could feel the rush of excitement filling up every fiber. I tried to press against him, I wanted to slow his thrust because the intensity was so much for me. But his thrusts kept coming and my whole body let loose with excitement.
I felt the tightening in my abdomen, but Christ kept thrusting.
“Oh, no, no, no…” I tried to get him to stop.
“I’m not done fucking you yet,” he said definitively.
He brought me over to the couch and placed me on the side. He laid me over the edge and my back fell down onto the couch. With both hands on my hips he flipped me over so my ass was in the air and he entered me from behind. His thrusts were slow at first. I enjoyed the softness. But then he reached down and grabbed my hair with one hand and my shoulder with the other.
The pulse of his cock inside me hit my g-spot just right and I felt a pleasure like I had not felt in years. Even the sex we had had two weeks ago did not give me the pleasure that this one position was giving me. I pressed my body back against him and urged him to go deeper and deeper. I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him.
Chris leaned down and let his lips touch my back and I could feel his breath. It was heavy and full of lust. His body heaved with each thrust and his arms shook as he used every last ounce of energy he had.
The ecstasy was building up to a finish and I could feel my body tensing up again. My legs got wobbly and I used the couch for support. But soon even the couch couldn’t support me as my legs gave out and an orgasm took over. At the same time, Chris let out his final thrust and a moan of delight as his body released.
Before either of us could collapse onto the ground, we crawled our way onto the couch and curled up. His arms kept me warm as we drifted off to sleep. My mind was exhausted, my body equally as tired. I wanted to
stay mad at Chris, but in that moment there was no energy left for anger.
Chapter 17
As morning arrived I woke up and Chris was still there. He was lying behind me with his arms still wrapped around me. I felt a huge sense of relief as I realized he had actually stayed all night long this time.
“So should I write my number down for you this time?” I joked.
He just squeezed me tight and stayed sleeping. I couldn’t help but fall back asleep with him. It was comfortable being in his arms. It felt like home. That feeling when something just fits perfectly and you don’t have to worry about it, that’s what it felt like to be in Chris’s arms. We slept in until about noon and it felt good.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I said with a smile as I stretched and got up. “Would you like to join me?”
It wasn’t really a question and I didn’t wait for the response. I walked naked up the stairs and moved deliberately slow. I let my ass move from side to side with each step I took.
His eyes burned hot on me as I walked away and I knew with certainty that he would be joining me in the shower. His desire was palpable through the air and I felt him moving only a few short steps behind me as I got to the top step. When I turned the water on in the shower, he was already right behind me.
Sex in the shower had never really been my thing. It seemed dangerous to me, too must slippery water and too little room to move around. I strategically avoided letting things get out of control and instead, just enjoyed having him close to me.
He poured soap into this hands and rubbed them together. They lathered up and Chris brought the suds over to my body. As I washed my hair his hands started to massage my breasts and move down my body. Soon he slipped a hand between my legs and I opened my eyes. His lips moved in quickly and I tried to avoid them by turning my head. I should have known better than to try and avoid his advances. Within moments I was wrapped up in his soapy arms and kissing him. His body reacted to mine and I could feel his hard cock pressed up against me.
I finished rinsing my hair and tried to rinse off the soap from my body. Slowly I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I stood at the door to the bathroom.
“Let’s go cowboy, I want to go for a ride.”
Chris peeked his head out from the shower and I opened my towel to flash him my naked body. Then I quickly made my way to the bed and got under the warm covers. I waited for him to come from the shower after I heard it turn off. I waited and waited and waited, but he didn’t seem to be coming. I pulled the covers off and was about to get out of bed when Chris pounced on me from beside the bed.
“Shit!” I screamed. “How the hell did you get out here?”
He didn’t wait for me to respond and instead fell onto the bed and pulled me down on top of him.
“I believe there is a cowgirl around here who wanted to go for a ride.”
“Mmmm, yes there is.”
I looked down at his cock and it was raging hard again. I needed to feel myself on top of him. Just as I was about to slide on him and give him a good cowgirl show, his phone rang from downstairs. Chris jump up and flipped me over onto the bed. He seemed to be in a huge hurry and darted down the stairs totally naked.
I went down after him to see what the big deal was. Even if it was an important call, was it really so important that he couldn’t call them back? I got to the bottom of the stairs and tried to listen in on what he was saying, but he moved into the bathroom and shut the door.
I could have continued to try and listen to his call, but instead decided to go to the kitchen and make some breakfast. My mind was racing though, thinking about who he was talking to that was so important. It seemed odd, but then again; nothing about the situation with Chris seemed normal.
When he was off his phone call, Chris slipped his jeans on and came into the kitchen. I stood naked and was preparing pancakes for us to eat. I had not made pancakes in years. My health-conscious mind had always thought they were too full of carbs and calories. But as we sat down and I ate the first batch of pancakes, I was instantly transported to when I was a child.
“Now this has got to be the best breakfast I have ever had,” Chris said as he sat down at the island counter.
“You haven’t even tasted anything yet.”
“Hmmm no I haven’t. I should taste something.” His eyes fixated on my pussy and I couldn’t help feel myself get a little embarrassed. I could still remember very vividly his tongue on me the night we first slept together. It was absolutely delightful.
“Here are some pancakes, taste these for now.”
He looked disappointed, but then delved into the pancakes. By this time it was well into the evening and starting to get dark. I’m not sure why I had decided on making pancakes, except for my body clock was so off from the sex we had been having all night long.
“These are some delicious pancakes,” he said as he shoveled more and more of them into his mouth. I couldn’t make pancakes fast enough to fill him up, but I kept trying.
“Do you want any more?”
“Oh no, but there is something else I want.” He looked at my wetness again. “But since I can’t have that right now, how about you give me your phone number?”
I smiled at how adorable he was. He was sweet and sexy and I had totally forgot I was still mad at him.
“Well what if you don’t have a phone again for two weeks?” I said with a wink.
“I’ll try harder this time.”
There was something in how he said that which made me think he actually would have to try pretty hard to get away from his work and call me.
Chapter 18
“So are you going to tell me what you do for work?” I asked.
“I would tell you but then I’d have to kill you,” Chris said in his best James Bond voice.
I had a sneaking feeling that he wasn’t joking though. He was certainly built to be part of some sort of special-forces group or elite military branch. His chiseled muscles covered every inch of his body. Even his hands looked like they had muscles on them, I had never met a man who had muscles on his hands.
But something about Chris struck me as not being in the military. He seemed a little too rough around the edges to work for the government. Instead, I thought he looked more like some sort of private security guy or something like that. I really had no idea.
“Seriously, give me a clue. Are you in the military? Police? Insurance salesman?” I smiled at the last one. He certainly didn’t look like an insurance salesman. If he were, I would buy every kind of insurance possible. Maybe that would be a good job for him.
“I really can’t talk about it. But yes, it’s something involving police and security.”
“Thank you,” I said.
Even though he had not given away any secrets, it helped to know a tiny bit about what he did. My mind still whirled with all the possibilities of what he really did when he was gone for weeks at a time. I also couldn’t stop thinking about why he had moved to Bain, Missouri. It wasn’t like we were on the map as a big up and coming town to live in.
“Can I ask you something else?” I smiled and leaned my naked breasts over the counter.
His eyes weren’t on mine, instead he watched closely as my nipples slowly touched the cold marble of the counter. They turned hard and it was difficult for me to not smile at the look on Chris’s face. He was mesmerized by my nipples.
“Chris, can I ask you something?” I said again.
“Yes,” he said.
“Why did you come here?”
“To fuck you,” he said with a smile.
I had to laugh, but that wasn’t what I meant and I thought he knew that. He was just avoiding answering my questions.
“Seriously, why?”
“Katelyn, I want to tell you all about me. I want to tell you all about my work and how I came to live here in this town, but it’s just not the right time. I know that is hard to understand, but please just believe me when I say I w
ill tell you someday.”
I did believe him. Despite everything that had gone on between the two of us he seemed like a genuinely trustworthy person. At least that is what I was feeling, I could have been totally wrong. It was entirely possible that this guy was totally playing me. He could be anyone. He could be dangerous. He could be a hired killer for all I knew.
His phone rang again and Chris jumped up and took the call outside. This time he had pants on so he stood on the back porch and talked to whoever needed to reach him so badly. I watched his face as he talked on the phone and it seemed like he was angry. I couldn’t tell what he was saying except the occasional “No” that came out of his mouth. His eyes locked on mine and he winked at me. I melted. It was such a sweet thing coming from such a manly man.
I watched the muscles on his chest as he walked back and forth on the back porch. They moved slowly and with deliberate motion. I could see where they attached to his body because he had hardly any fat on his body at all. His defined muscles were just draped in tan skin with only slightest amount of tissue under it. He certainly was the fittest guy I had every met in person. As his call wrapped up I tried not to look like I had been staring at him the whole time, although I’m pretty sure he knew I was. I went to the sink and started to do some dishes.
When Chris came in he wrapped his arms around me and stood there with his face in the corner of my neck. His lips moving slightly against my skin, he seemed to be getting ready to say goodbye. But this time there was a real connection between us. This time we actually were going to talk about this trip.
“You have to go?” I said as I continued to wash the dishes.
“Yeah, I’m sorry,” he said as he kissed my neck.
“It’s alright. I wrote my number down on the paper over there.”
He released me and picked up the paper. As he placed it into his pocked he walked into the living room to gather the rest of his clothing. Only a minute passed before he was back in the kitchen fully dressed and ready to leave.
“It’s getting late. You are leaving tonight?”
