by Anna Collins
I felt Robert readjusting his legs so that they were straight, then he leaned back onto the bed, pulling me down on top of him. Still flushed and breathing heavy, I could only push and swivel my hips a little. But that didn't matter. Robert's hand covered my ass and pushed me down in time with his upward thrusts. His other arm held me tight against his chest, and his breathing by my ear was fast and loud. He had been waiting for me to cum, denying himself for my sake. Finding pleasure in my pleasure.
I nibbled his earlobe, just to see what would happen. His hand moved down my back and onto my hips, pulling me hard against him. With a few small growls and heavy grunts, he started cumming. Wordless groans of happy agony as he squeezed me tight. The aftershocks of my own orgasm could still be felt at our joining, tightly pressing my walls together, enhancing his pleasure.
As he started descending back to normal, he relaxed his grip on me and just wrapped me up in his arms. Pulling a blanket over us, he tried kissing me again, but I made a move to roll off of him.
"No, wait. Please. I...I like the feeling of your weight on top of me. You feel so warm and...present."
But I didn't want to be present anymore. Just like I had known I would, I started to feel an instinct of self-preservation, a desire to patch up the defenses that had broken down during those intimate moments. I gave him a minute of recovery time and then rolled off of him and onto my bed. I waddled to the bathroom to clean up.
Chapter 40
Robert
I walked slowly to her, our eyes continuing to be fixed on one another in the mirror, stopping as closely as possible behind her without actually touching. Looking at our faces side by side, I raised my arms and tentatively brought my hands down onto her delicate bare shoulders. She drew a breath sharply at my initial contact.
I leaned in and brought my lips down oh so softly on her neck, my face caressed by her thick hair as she closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side. My hands gently flowed over her shoulders and down her arms until her soft hands clasped mine, squeezing anxiously, our fingers intertwined.
As our arousal quickly grew in sync I leaned into her, my hardness easily detected through the black fabric that fit tightly over her ass. I took my hand and placed it on her smooth thigh and started to slide it upward, the cool smoothness was transitioning to her warm firm skin as I lifted robe up over her hips.
Her arm shot across her body as her hand grabbed my wrist firmly in a vain gesture of modesty. I brought my other hand down on her wrist and lifted firmly, my strength overpowering her as she opened her hand. With the muscles in her arm still resisting, I firmly pinned it against her chest, removing from her any responsibility for what might happen next.
She gasped, inhaling sharply as she moved her legs further apart. My fingers easily found their way to her slick warm opening as I slid them up into her tight pussy. I placed firm anxious kisses down her neck and across her shoulder as a face filled with intense abandon stared back at me from the mirror.
My moist tip moved down to her warm tunnel as I moved my hips into penetrating her and drive my cock in deep, her breath catching as her back arched. With her head thrown back, she moaned through tightly pursed lips, trying not to attract attention.
As I watched her face lost in ecstasy, I settled into a rhythm of long purposeful strokes, thrusting hard, my hips spanking her thighs.
As her breathing became faster and deeper she suddenly lunged forward, throwing her torso against mine, her arms hungrily encircling me. Thrown slightly off balance, I stepped back, turning slightly as she wrapped her legs around my hips, one shoe dropping to the floor unnoticed. Taking one step forward, her back slammed into the thin metal privacy wall of the stall with a loud bang.
With her pinned against it, I continued to fuck her hard, turning my hips upward, lifting her up the wall and grinding my pubic bone against her clit with each stroke. Her hands moved up my back before gripping hard with desperate abandon, her nails digging deep into my flesh. A single drop of blood slowly trickled down my back, the sensation sending a shock wave of pleasure through my groin and entire body.
As I continued to pound her with spasmed thrusts, her moans rose in pitch and her legs trembled as she orgasmed, burying her face in my shoulder to muffle her cries. I moved my cock in and lifted her once more and held her there as her pussy squeezed my shaft hard, her whole body shaking now, her breath stuttered and heaving. As the contractions subsided, the tension left her body and I lowered her back to the floor.
She immediately dropped to her knees and quickly took my cock into her mouth, devouring it with great zeal, licking and sucking her own juices from it. Between the incredible sensations and the sight of my cock passing through those gorgeous flaming red lips, I was nearing the point of no return.
My balls were tight and swollen and ready to erupt as I grabbed the top of the stall, leaning forward. I let out a quick succession of moans that told her my cum was already on its way. She moved the head of my cock to just beyond her lips. With her mouth wide open, she quickly flicked the underside with her tongue as my dick exploded. Heavy streams of jizz shot into her mouth, splattering against the back of her throat, filling her mouth and drenching her tongue. After wringing out the last drops, she closed her lips and swallowed my load, still looking into my eyes.
I took her hand and pulled her to her feet to take her into my arms and kiss her deeply. My tongue entered her mouth to clean the last remaining traces of our creamy juices from her, tasting us both.
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I had to show some restraint. I clammed-up and determined to offer her no more satisfaction by complaining or moaning. I tightly closed my eyes and tried to block the pressure I felt. I took in the aroma of cinnamon and chocolate in the room. I peeked once and saw that the room was lit only by flickering candles and could feel that my back and legs were warm. Inga did have a nice touch when I relaxed, I must admit.
Her hands were calloused and firm but moved deftly from my neck, down my spine, over my ass and all the way from my hips to my toes. I felt an all-over tingle that I can't describe and my insides were turning to mush. She played on my body like a musician at a grand piano. Her humming resumed and the squishy sounds of her fingers running along my ribs and arms was intoxicating. I found myself trying to hum along with her. After a short while, I almost forgot she was there. I trembled and felt a shudder ripple through my body as if a great wave pulsed beneath my flesh. It subsided and I seemed to melt into the mattress.
Freya
The golden rays of sun disturbed my peaceful sleep. I slowly opened my eyes, it was a new day and a new phase of my life. Now there were no lies in my relationship with Robert. And not only that, from today I wanted to make sure that Robert never hurt himself ever again.
I spread my arms to find him lying beside me on my bed. But he was not there.
I searched for my phone to check the time. Shit it was 10 am which meant that I was already half an hour late for my work.
My phone buzzed, this time, it was a mail from Robert. I smiled and opened it quickly.
It read "I can never become the person with whom you want me to be. I am not good for you. And if I stay near you, I will not be able to stay away from you. So I am going far away from your life. An angel like you doesn't deserve a monster like me. Bye Freya, Bye Forever..."
I threw away the phone angrily after reading out that message. "Who gave you the right to decide about my life? I want to be with you and I will find you at any cost. Just wait I am coming...."
Chapter 41
Robert
It didn't matter anymore if my eyes remained open or closed because the view never changed.
The allure of darkness and the sound of the mystic waves was all my sense organs could take in. No, that was not all, I was also getting the faint smell of rust, or was it dried blood? I had no idea.
They said that one must have an exceptional inner strength to break their own heart. But what about me? I was the one to both brea
k my heart and inflict unbearable pain on myself. I hit myself mercilessly until every muscle of my body became worn out like the broken pieces of glass. My back became stiff with pain, I could no longer feel any movement in my hand and warm drops of blood arrived to shower my bruised and tired body.
But I didn't do this because I had some kind of exceptional inner strength or something, nor I wanted to test the verge of my masculinity. I liked to torture myself because pain was the only thing that made me feel like I was alive. It was the only thing that somehow lessened the huge burden of guilt that was lying in my heart for years.
If anyone came to know about this, they would categorize me as maniac or psychopath but no one would ever realize what is going on inside my heart. I hated myself, I hated myself to that extent that I wanted to vanish my presence but again, I was not strong enough to do that. It was true that I hated myself but I could not bring it within myself to end my life. And secondly, I was not a quitter, I wanted to punish myself and death would have only made the punishment easier. And easy was not the word for Robert Hudson. I liked it hard, I liked it painful, I liked it brutal.
The arms of darkness used to make me feel safe. It didn't ask me any questions just entrapped me within itself and I didn't even realize when it overtook my senses. Everyone used to say that my heart was made of darkness. Well, they were right about the darkness part, but my heart was not made of darkness, it was the consequences of some events that sucked out all the light from my heart and left nothing but guilt, pain, sadness and darkness in it. That was ‘the done' thing, right? Why would someone get anything else from the heart of a... killer?
Freya
The sodium gleam of the street lamps, or the flickering strip light from a sleepy minicab stand, offered little consolation to the ominous nature of darkness. The night was moving ahead in all its glory, spreading black, jinxed smokes off darkness all over. I stared through the plain glass window of my bedroom, as usual, the darkness was trying it's best to intimidate me. But something had changed, the scary beams of darkness failed to raise any kind of emotions in me. It felt like their presence no longer affected me. In fact, it seemed like nothing was affecting me nowadays. I could feel nothing except for emptiness; if felt like a part of me was lost and would never be found again.
How could he do this to me? How could he leave me alone like this? But again, this was my fate. I knew that whenever I got attached to something or someone that thing would be taken away from me; the experience of losing my loved thing was not something new for me, then why did I let him touch my heart? Not only he touched my heart but also he had the audacity to crush it into pieces.
That's how it all had started, it was supposed to be a fake play, I decided earlier that I would not let anyone play with my feelings, on top of that I never really believed in love, then how did I fell into his trap?
That bad-ass billionaire, I despised him from the very first sight. His boyish charms and good looks never affected me. I never went ga-ga for him. But there were some unspoken emotions in his ocean blue eyes, the emotions were so pure that it overshadowed his dark nature. His actions had all the rigidity in the world but his eyes, those eyes had all the softness and innocence in them. While my mind was busy in hating him, his eyes tricked my heart into falling for him. I had no idea what love was, and I was not sure if the emotions that I felt for him was of love or not but a part of me was continuously yearning and aching just to get a sight of him.
I sighed and a drop of tear rolled down from my cheek. Shit! I was crying, what the hell was wrong with me? I held my head and instructed myself not to cry.
"Are you done?" Kate's pinching voice almost startled me.
I turned around in a jolt and there she was standing in a pink knee length dress, with her hands on her hips. She made that you-are-so-lame face at me.
I looked down and cleaned my face.
"Seriously Freya, I thought you were a smart and independent girl but you proved me wrong, just look at you. You are crying and wasting yourself, that too for a man? Yeeks, look out, a girl you will find hundreds of men standing on their knees for you" she shrugged shaking her head.
"I don't want anyone. Just leave me in my state. I can handle myself" I uttered and turned around to the gloomy view that my window was offering.
"No. I won't. I know I am a bad friend but I don't have it in me to leave you alone like this. By the way, where are your best friends? The little one and the big one? Your ‘team'. Whenever the little one needs you his mouth doesn't get tired from chanting sis. And the big one, who always keeps saying “Freya, I got your back”. Where are they now? Ahh let me guess, must have been sleeping around with some whores" Kate mocked and sat beside me at the window plane.
"Don't say like this. They care for me a lot, it's just that nowadays they are swamped with work" I protested.
Kate shook her head "ya, ya I know that. Danny just called me to check on you."
I looked at her in disbelief "what? Kate, you are impossible" and hit her.
She wrapped her arms around my shoulder "Freya, I know I can never be as good as them but trust me I do care for you and I can't see you like this. It has been a month since he left you and this city too. No one knows where he is! Just forget him like a bad dream and concentrate on your life. Now you have even got back your old job, think about your dreams, your happiness" she uttered.
"I want to, but I just can't get him out of my head. That guy has buried a thousand pain in his heart" I sighed.
"That doesn't mean that you will cry a thousand tears for him. He is bad Freya, don't fall for his pain, the pain that he is suffering, he has earned them. That guy can only play games and I can't let him treat you as his plaything" Kate announced.
"Something doesn't feel right Kate; his sudden disappearance is raising lots of questions in my head," I said.
"Ugh! Freya, get over him" she shook me by the shoulder.
"Now get ready, we are going out for dinner" she stood up and announced.
"I thought you were going out on a date with your boyfriend" I raised an eyebrow.
She frowned "we broke up; he was not into me.”
I remembered the conversation that I had the other night with her boyfriend. Oh God! Did he break up with her for me? Then I shook away those thoughts thinking that I was just being paranoid.
"Kate, I am not feeling like going out" I leaned on the window.
"You don't have a choice darling; Danny is coming to pick us in five so better get ready or else I will ask him to carry you around" she warned.
That forced me to smile "yes, seeing the size of his muscles, he will be able to carry me around with ease. Okay, I will get ready" I said, feeling defeated.
"Good, girl. Wait I will pick out clothes for you" Kate said and happily roamed around my room to get some clothes and accessories for me.
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"You said Kate is coming after us in her car but I can't see her anywhere," I asked Danny while turning back again and again to spot Kate's silver Toyota Allion. I didn't know why but the idea of being alone with Danny never seemed good to me. Ya, he was my buddy, but sometimes I did notice a strange glare in his eyes, and that made me feel uncomfortable.
He was a handsome young guy, well a bit too muscular and heavily built for an average guy. Back in high school, I used to have a crush on him too, but I was very chubby at that time, maybe that's why I felt uncomfortable to make any kind of interaction with him. I was glad that I controlled my feelings if I had spilled them out then he would have laughed at me. I was the girl with whom no one wanted to go out. I sighed deeply, thinking about the miserable state of my childhood days when the sky and the stars were my only best friends.
"Hey girl, are you even listening to me? It's tough to catch your expressions in darkness and when I am driving" Danny poked me with his elbow.
"Um...what?" I asked, feeling clueless.
He laughed "nothing, I just said that something came up and Kate won't be jo
ining us tonight, so it's just you and me baby" he winked.
I forced a smile. Shit! I should have known it, Kate was always planning to set me up with Danny. Apparently, she could see something else when I and Danny interacted with each other. That bimbo! Her mind was too complex to understand the true bond of friendship.
"Frey, are you still upset about your thingy with Robert?" Danny asked softly.
What did he say? "thingy"? Robert and I...well...we had nothing. But then why did it feel so bad when Danny addressed our relationship with that silly word?
"I'm sorry, did my words offend you. Don't mind Freya, please, you know I would never want to upset you" he said.
I looked away, off course I was offended. How could he say like this, in spite of being my friend, in spite of.... wait...all I ever told them was how much I hated Robert. Well, that's what I told myself as well, I didn't realize when he broke down those walls of hatred and gained entry into my heart.
