by S. K. Lessly
“Well, it’s been fun, but we must be going. Thanks for inviting us, Melissa.” And so on…
I said my goodbyes to everyone really quickly, avoiding the knowing looks from Tonya and Melissa and the smirk from Samson. I noticed the stunned looks on both Sebastian’s and Sabrina’s faces, but I didn’t have time to think about it. I grabbed my small cross body purse just in time before Paul grabbed my arm and escorted me away from the patio toward his car.
The ride home was tense and silent. I tried to think of something to say to ease the frown on his face, but I couldn’t come up with anything that would change what was about to happen. I was going to get thoroughly fucked, and on any other day, I would be jumping for joy. However, tonight, felt different. I wasn’t sure what was charging him, his need to prove to me that I belonged to him or was it something else. I had no clue but best believe I was about to find out.
No sooner than we climbed inside the car, we were pulling into our driveway.
Shit to hell.
To say I was nervous was the understatement of the century. I swallowed hard when I crossed the threshold of the dimly lit living room. We typically kept a light on in the house when we were gone. It's something about me coming home to a dark room that freaks me out. Don’t ask me why, it wasn’t like I was attacked in the dark, it was the middle of the day. But for some reason walking into the darkness or the unknown, freaked me out.
I heard the door shut behind me and the lock engaged, which caused a shutter to attack my body. I took a deep breath and thought of an apology that wouldn’t make me look like an idiot. As I turned to give said apology, Paul was on me in seconds. His hard body slammed into me causing us both to slam into the nearest wall. His fingers were in my hair, pulling me into a searing kiss that gave no doubt what was about to go down. The assault on my senses was quick, demanding, and earth-shattering. And I wasn’t exaggerating.
I fisted his shirt tight in an effort to hold on, as his tongue caressed my own, tasting me, driving me insane with want. This kiss had me moaning my pleasure, as salacious sensations drove through my veins. I moaned into his mouth, and suddenly Paul was gone.
I opened my eyes to find him staring at me, his dark blue eyes wild and feral. His chest rose and fell at an alarming rate, probably matching my own. I could barely catch my breath.
“Take your dress off,” he demanded gruffly, his voice telling me he was just as affected by the kiss as I was.
I didn’t hesitate. I bunched my dress up until the hem was in my fist and I pulled it up and over my head. I tossed it on the couch behind him and waited for his next command. Paul didn’t move nor did he speak. He stood there, taking me in with hunger in his eyes that had me panting for him. I was dressed in a white lace bra and thong set, the cup of the bra serving up my breasts for his taking.
The lascivious way he licked his lips had my knees buckling. What in the hell was he doing to me? I was going out of my mind with need from just the look in his eyes.
After what felt like forever he began to undress. He removed his polo shirt and t-shirt all in one sweet move. His hands then went to his belt and he worked it free as my eyes perused every valley and plain his glorious body had to offer. The man was carved to perfection. He owned abs that seemed to never quit, pecks that called out for me to lick and fondle and let’s not forget that infamous V-shaped muscle that pointed to my happy place.
He was gorgeous, sexy as fuck, and all mine.
I glided my tongue along my lips, with the anticipation of tasting him, and watched as he dropped his pants to his ankles. My mouth salivated in excitement when I saw the print of a very impressive erection straining against his boxer briefs. Yes, he was all mine.
I started toward him, wanting to touch him, feel him, but the growl that fell from his lips made me stop dead in my tracks.
“Don’t.fucking.move.”
I didn’t move.
24
Paul
My eyes slowly glided along her body, taking in every single inch of her.
Holy shit, this woman is going to be the death of me.
I had seen her multiple times wearing a bra and panties, but for some reason, the lace combination along with the color had me about to lose one in my briefs. She looked sexy as shit. It was something about the way the color white complimented her smooth chocolate skin that drove me insane.
She.was.breathtaking!
First of all, her tits looked amazing. They were pushed up and calling to me, demanding to be touched, fondled, and fucked. I could see her nipples through the fabric, hard and tempting me to tease them, pinch them. And the barely-there thong she wore, holy fuck, there was only a small patch of lace which barely covered her pussy. But I could see just how wet she was for me from where I stood.
I had made plans on what I was going to do to her on the drive home. I had planned to take my time, draw out her pleasures, and play with her until she begged me to fuck her. Seeing her like this though— knowing that she wore this sexy shit underneath her dress all got damn night with Sebastian right there eye fucking her— yeah, all bets were off. No way was I doing that now. I was going to fuck her senseless tonight. It would be a punishing fuck too, for her pissing me off and wearing this shit around her ex.
Without uttering a word to her, I toed off my sneakers and stepped out of my pants. I pulled off my socks, dropped them on the pile of clothes, and stalked toward her my eyes glued to her lips. I saw the confident gleam in Lauren's eyes diminish as I got closer. Good! She had no idea what was in store for you but she was about to find out. She even started to back up from me.
Yeah, you’re not going anywhere.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me. Once she was close, I caged her face in between my hands and in one fluid movement, I crashed my lips to hers. Her hands clasped my arms as I continued to move, backing her up against the wall. We crashed against the hard-unforgiving surface behind her, me never stopping my assault on her mouth.
I kissed her with everything in me, our tongues colliding desperately in one of the most punishing kisses of my life. I demanded her submission with each stroke of my tongue against hers, and she gave it to me willingly. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she moaned languidly into my mouth.
Fuck, her erotic sounds were going to undo me, I swear to god.
While still kissing her, I let go of her face and moved my hands to the side of her hip. Without breaking our connection, I gripped the side of her flimsy thong and snapped the material apart, letting it drop to the floor. Lauren broke our kiss on a yelp and studied my eyes. We were almost eye level because of her shoes, which meant her pussy was almost eye level with my dick.
We kept our eyes on each other, nothing but the sounds of our heavy breathing filling the room. My dick was nestled against her pussy, and I could feel her wetness as she coated my boxers with her desires. I knew that when I was ready, I would slide right inside her. She was that wet for me.
Lauren placed her hands on the sides of my face, fingering my beard, caressing my face. I could tell she wanted to talk, wanted to say some shit that, quite frankly, I didn’t want to hear right now. I pinned her with a glare that warned her not to say a word. She obeyed my unsaid command, which was a good thing. I didn’t want to argue tonight. I wanted to fuck.
I pushed my boxers down, half over my ass— just enough to free my aching cock. Without taking my eyes off her, I lifted her leg, angled my hips to line up the head of my cock at her entrance, and then slammed home.
She cried out and wrapped her arms around my neck, holding on to me for dear life as if she was readying herself for me. Little did she know, there was no way in hell she was ready for what I had in store for her. I would probably pay for it later, but right now, I was fucking her up against this wall, until she was unable to sit tomorrow.
I shifted my free hand to her hair, tangling my fingers through the dark strands and yanked her head to the left. My grip on her thigh also tightened, making sure
she stayed exactly where I wanted her to be. I buried my face in her neck and inhaled her scent. She had the remnants of smoke from the grill on her skin, mixed with cocoa butter and her sweet scent of desire. I fucking loved it.
I bit down on her shoulder and started driving hard into her sex; no way was I being gentle. My pace was relentless and punishing and I didn’t give a fuck. I was pissed that she would think for one second that I wanted Sabrina. I was pissed that she would fall for petty bullshit, and that she took that petty shit out on me. And I was beyond pissed that Sebastian, that son of a bitch, had the audacity to touch what was mine.
I nibbled, sucked, and nipped at her neck, shoulders, and ear. My hips swiveled with rhythmic insistence, and my dick slid in and out of her weeping sex over and over again. Her cries of ecstasy filling my world, encouraged me to savagely claim what’s mine. And I did. Best believe I did over and over and over…
“Fuck…” I gritted out, as I bit down on the sensitive part of her neck I knew would drive her insane.
I could feel her walls tighten against me, choking the hell out of my dick, letting me know she was close. And just when I sensed her teetering on the edge of bliss, I slammed into her hard, pushing her over until she fell, chanting my name as she came undone.
“Oh, Paul! Oh, Paul! Oh, Paul!”
Her body shuttered against me as she came down from her high. Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t done.
I slid out of her heat and lifted her in my arms by her ass. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I walked, wordlessly to one of the bedrooms on the first floor. The hell with taking her upstairs, I couldn’t wait that long to be inside her again.
I headed for the first bedroom I came to and put her down in front of the bed. Without hesitation, I spun her around and pushed her down until her hands were spread on the comforter. I gripped her hips, nudged her legs open and guided myself back inside her heat.
I moaned my pleasure at seating myself inside her slick wet core. She felt tight and warm and so got damn good. I paused and waited. Lauren dropped her face to the bed and lifted one leg, giving me just what I wanted, complete control. She did me in even further by arching her back and fuck me, I swear I sank a little deeper inside her.
“Fuuuuck, baby,” I mumbled, closing my eyes and reveling in the feel of her.
Make no mistake about it. Despite this angry fuck session, I loved this woman. She knew exactly what I needed, and what I wanted from her. She knew what this was, and she was ready to take her punishment. And because I wasn’t a dick, I gave her a warning.
“Brace yourself,” I commanded, unable to stop my voice from sounding hard.
I noticed she did as ordered, and I tightened my hold on her hips and did exactly what I wanted to do. I fucked her with lethally controlled aggression until we both blacked out. My goal was to make sure she never forgot who she belonged to and if hearing her scream out, ‘I’m yours, I’m yours, fuck this pussy is all yours,’ I think I accomplished what set out to do.
A few hours later, I woke her up with my fingers on her clit, worked her into a frenzy and fucked her again, this time with her legs on my shoulders and me pounding her into the mattress.
* * *
The sound of my phone alarm filled my conscious and I opened my eyes to find Lauren’s arm draped over my chest. I looked up at the ceiling trying to figure out where the hell we were. My tired eyes surveyed the room and the memories of last night, or rather this morning, came flooding back. We had moved our sex fest from the living room, where my alarm was currently blaring, to one of the downstairs bedrooms.
I stretched and groaned, my body screaming at me to give it more rest, but I couldn't. I had to get up for work. I groaned again thinking of the long day ahead, removed Lauren's arm and threw my legs over the side of the bed. I slowly sat up, my muscles straining with the movement, no doubt cussing me out for the workout we had some hours ago. I knew I later on I would pay for the best sex of my life. Hopefully, today wouldn’t be busy at work. Yeah, wishful thinking.
I ran my hand over my hair, scratched my scalp, and turned to look at the reason for my sore body. She was knocked out. Her hair was everywhere, her mouth was open and she was snoring lightly.
Normally, I would cuddle up to her in the morning, get my fill of her before I started my day, but not this time. The second I saw her I thought about what brought on the punishing fuck and got pissed all over again. I thought about waking her up and finally having it out, but I didn’t. Instead, I stood and left the room to get ready for my shift.
After forty minutes had passed, I was showered, dressed, and ready to go. I still had time left to have a cup of coffee, to help wake me up. I turned on the Keurig, waited a few minutes for the machine to warm up, and made me a quick cup of joe. With my cup in hand, I slowly moved to the back patio to enjoy the peaceful morning before the chaos of my shift started. I had just finished the last of my coffee and was about to head inside to refill my cup, when I heard the sliding glass door open and shut behind me.
My back stiffened automatically at the sound of her footsteps as she came over to the table. She placed a soft kiss to my cheek, and mumbled “Morning,” before she gingerly sat down. I would have reveled in the fact that she was sore, and that I was the cause of her discomfort, if I wasn’t still angry.
Lauren was wrapped up in just a sheet from the bed we slept in. She had a cup of tea clasped in her hand, her eyes down cast, staring at her cup. I waited to see if she would look at me, meet my glaring gaze. She didn’t. I guess she was waiting for me.
I thought about giving her what she wanted, asking her what the hell happened last night, but I didn’t. I grabbed my cup then stood. I turned to walk back inside when she finally spoke.
“I’m sorry about my behavior last night.”
I looked over my shoulder at her and found her eyes studying me. I didn’t respond to her. I waited for more. She breathed out and leaned back in her chair.
“I guess I overreacted.”
I turned around to face her. “You guess you overreacted? Is that what that was?”
She nodded. “Yes, I was jealous of Sabrina and—”
“Jealous of Sabrina?” I narrowed my eyes on her, cutting her off. “What do you have to be jealous of, Lauren? Does she have something that you want or something that you don’t have?”
Lauren scowled up at me. “To be honest, last night, yes she did. She had your attention.”
I laughed bitterly. “Oh please! She didn’t have my attention. You’re being ridiculous.”
Lauren stood and walked around the table to face me. “You can’t tell me you didn’t notice the extra attention she gave you last night.”
“Of course, I did.”
“And, what? You didn’t see a problem with what she was doing?”
“What did you expect me to do, huh? Tell her, hey, Sabrina, you’re laughing just a little bit too much at my corny jokes, maybe you should lay off.”
Lauren sucked her teeth at me. “No, that’s not what I’m saying.”
“Okay, then what are you saying? You know what? Scratch that. Let me ask you this. When she was giving her performance, did you see me respond in any way to her antics?” I didn’t wait for Lauren to respond I knew the answer. I continued. “Did I encourage her, show her that her little games were working?” I moved a little bit closer to her and lowered my voice. “Did I in any way let her know or show her that I was remotely interested?”
“No, okay you didn’t!” Lauren shot back, backing up from me. She folded her arms protectively in front of her. “But I’m sorry. She was screaming for your attention all night, and in my eyes, you were giving it to her, you were telling her it was okay from your silence.”
I glared down at her. My eyes blaze with fury and indignation. “Okay, so if that’s the case, you don’t mind that I flip this shit on you.”
“Me?” she screeched, her eyes wide with disbelief.
I nodded. “Yeah, you. Seb
astian couldn’t keep his beady little eyes off your ass last night, in fact, he pretty much eye-fucked you right in front of me. Should I be pissed at you for that? After all, you were wearing that hot as fuck dress that showed off your curves and fat ass. Maybe you wore that dress to get his attention.” She was shaking her head at me as I spoke, but I continued. “And when you spoke to him, and his eyes kept wandering to your breasts. I should take that out on you too, right?”
“Paul that’s different. We are talking about two different things. For one, Sebastian is gay. And for two, he doesn’t think of me like that. He’s not into me like that.”
I scrounged up my face incredulously. “Please tell me you don’t really believe that. You know good and got damn well that fucker had a hard-on for you all night. And you know what?” I pointed to her. “Not once did I think you wanted him and it had nothing to do with his preferences. He saw someone he liked and wanted and had no problem with openly admiring you.” I stepped up closer to her and pointed at her chest. “I saw the hunger in his eyes for you, but did I approach you about it? Did I treat you any different, accused you of liking the attention he was giving you? No, I didn’t. In fact, I checked him, letting him know just how much I didn’t appreciate his wandering eyes.”
Her eyes went wide at my confession. I held her still with a pointed stare before I backed up from her space.
I shook my head and added, “How could you think for one second that I wanted Sabrina? I wasn’t paying her any attention. I was too busy playing my game and resisting the urge to pulverize Sebastian to worry about anything else. Not fucking once did I blame you for his thoughts or how he couldn’t keep his hands off you? But you, you gave me your ass to kiss. It seems to me you don’t trust me or my feelings for you which is fucked up considering all we've been through.”
