Craving Shannon

by E. D. Brady

  Chad chortled and nodded. “Okay, boss,” he said playfully. He jumped up and headed into the bathroom.

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  Maybe it was the cold air, or perhaps the change of scenery, but by the time Chad reached 54th street, the realization of what he was doing hit him like a ton of bricks. He stopped in his tracks and ran a gloved hand through his hair. What the hell was he undertaking? Did he really spend most of the night, and a good portion of the morning, screwing a nineteen-year-old girl? Had he lost all reason? She was such a sweet girl who deserved to be treated better. She should be having sex with a guy closer to her own age, one who adored her, one who would take her out on nice dates and show her off to his friends.

  And what was he going to do about Donna? As bitchy as Donna could be at times, she didn’t deserve that. Chad had made it clear on many occasions that he didn’t believe in romantic love the way that most people did, but regardless of the amount of times he told her that, Donna still insisted that she loved him. He never put too much stock in the comment, believing it to be just something people said because they think they should, but what if she actually did? What if she, like most people, really fell for all that crap? No doubt the idea of the man she loved having sex with a much younger woman would destroy her. Did he really want to do that to her?

  He walked into the building in a daze, barely saying hello to the security guards on duty.

  He entered his office and locked the door, hoping not to be disturbed. He checked his voicemail and emails. Satisfied that he had nothing urgent to respond to, he leaned back and closed his eyes. The smart thing to do would be to never touch Shannon again, to talk to Alex about finding her an apartment as fast as possible. He knew that’s the direction he should take, for starters, but as he sat there thinking of not touching her again, touching her again was all he wanted to do.

  His mind drifted back to her full breasts, her slender waist, and her flat belly. His mouth watered and his cock hardened. He shook his head in amazement. After all the sex he’d had in the last ten hours, it was surprising that his body was ready for more so soon, yet there he was craving Shannon again.

  Okay, so maybe not touching her wasn’t an option at the moment.

  He decided that as long as she was willing, he’d continue with the affair until she moved out, then he would put an end to it for good. That needed to happen before Donna got back in three weeks’ time.

  As for the situation with Donna, he’d known for some time that it wasn’t working for him. He knew deep down inside that breaking up with her was inevitable, but just didn’t want to deal with the drama. He owed it to her now. She would want to end the relationship if she knew about Shannon. He would end it right away.

  But as he picked up the phone to call her, he had doubts. Was breaking up over the phone really the best way to handle that? He concluded that he should wait and do it face-to-face, which brought him back to Shannon. If he continued having sex with her, that still made him a cheating bastard. Maybe it didn’t count if his girlfriend wasn’t around to be broken up with.

  Remembering to call Maureen to make an excuse for Shannon, finally put the mental Ping-Pong out of his head.

  He made two phone calls to two different clients to tell them about a few new investment opportunities. By nine forty-five, he was all set to start researching a couple of companies he was interested in, but decided against it. All he could think about was the ecstasy of lying between Shannon’s sweet thighs.

  He turned on his laptop and searched around google for a while, wondering why there was very little news about the murder of Allison Walsh Jenkins. All he could find was a tiny blurb in the Miami Herald about a drug related crime, the woman’s body found beaten to death in the Norwood trailer park. He felt his temper flare up a little. It was always the same story, drug addicts never really got the respect they deserved. The general attitude was usually one of indifference, as if somehow they had asked for whatever crime befell them due to their addiction.

  He picked up his landline and called Alex’s office.

  “Alex Pomari,” he heard his friend say into the line.

  “Hi, it’s me, Chad,” he replied.

  “What’s up?” Alex asked.

  “Does Tony still work for Miami PD?” Chad questioned. Tony was Alex’s older brother.

  “Yeah. Did I tell you he made detective?”

  “You did. How’s it going for him?”

  “Really good,” Alex answered. “But what’s up? Why the sudden interest in Tony?”

  “Can you ask him for a favor?”

  “I suppose,” Alex responded. “What is it?”

  “Can you see if he has any information about a murder…Shannon’s mother, Allison Walsh Jenkins? It seems to me that the investigation is dead in the water.”

  “Yeah, you know how it is with drug addicts?” Alex said apologetically.

  “I know,” Chad replied agitatedly. “I just thought maybe he’d have some news. I think the woman deserves at least a small effort to find her killers.”

  “I agree,” Alex responded. “I’ll give Tony a call shortly.”

  “Try to find out if her stepfather is alright, also.” After Chad filled him in on what details he had, he hung up the phone, well aware that he had not bothered to bring up an apartment.

  He grabbed his coat off the chair, picked up his briefcase and walked out of his office.

  “Shannon’s working for you today again?” Sarah asked as Chad crossed reception.

  “Yes, she’s at the library,” he lied. “I gave her a huge file to go through and thought there would be less distraction there.”

  “Are you leaving?” she questioned. Chad usually announced where he was going in case someone was looking for him.

  He nodded. “I’m going to join her. I just realized that there are a couple of things I need her to take care of for me.”

  “Will you be back today?” Sarah probed.

  “I doubt it,” Chad answered. “I think I’ll need all day with Shannon to be completely satisfied.”

  Chapter 13

  It was the same dream as usual, a dream that was really a memory.

  Shannon crouched down in the tiny space, holding her breath, afraid to make a sound. Her stomach lurched with each sickening blow, with each scream from her mother. Her head was spinning from fear and revulsion.

  She was coherent enough to know what was going to happen, to realize that she would have to crawl out of her tight spot soon, crawl out to the site of her mother’s barely recognizable body. She would have to see the crushed scull and the pools of blood smeared all over the small kitchen.

  The trembling started. She shook her head and began to moan. Dear Lord, she couldn’t do it again, she couldn’t bear witness to that once more. With a painful groan, she forced her eyes to open.

  Her heart was racing and she was sweating, but she managed to wake up before having to go through the morbid scene again.

  Almost immediately, she felt the body next to her.

  Chad was here with her.

  She wanted to cry from relief. She wanted to snuggle into him for comfort, but she knew that she shouldn’t.

  Shannon wasn’t a stupid girl. She knew that sex did not equal love. Besides, Chad already told her that he didn’t believe in love, not the romantic kind, at least.

  She never intended to fall so hard for him. She never wanted to want him so badly, yet there she was, willing to do whatever the hell he wanted, just to be close to him.

  It started with his kindness. He was so nice to her when she had no one else in the world. The way he seemed to give a damn about what happened to her, moved her beyond words. Of course, the fact that he was gorgeous didn’t hurt either. She was already crushing on his looks from day one. Over the course of the weekend they’d spent together, she felt herself becoming more and more attached. The way he made her laugh when she had nothing in the world to laugh at, was precious to her. The way he listened to
her, trusted her judgment, and then, of course, even went so far as to bring her out and introduce her to his best friends, all of it was too much for one girl to resist.

  She was more than eager to have his hands all over her. She never wanted anything so badly in her life. She would never regret losing her virginity to him, no matter what happened. She would always consider him a worthy recipient, regardless of how their affair ended. In the meantime, she planned to have as much sex as she could. Had she have known how great it felt, she would have done it a couple of years sooner. Well, no, actually she wouldn’t have. She didn’t even talk to the boys in her school and couldn’t imagine doing it with any of them. No, Chad was a perfect ‘first’.

  The only concern she had was that she was young and awkward. He seemed to love being with her, but she had doubts about her ability to please him fully.

  She noticed his eye open. “You’re awake?”

  He nodded.

  “What are you doing back here?” she asked.

  “I was having a hard time staying away from you,” he answered, causing her heart to skip a beat. “I missed your beautiful body.”

  He leaned up and looked down at her, his eyelids growing heavy with lust. He pushed her hair back off her face and ran his hand down her neck and over her right breast, then on down her belly, watching the path his fingers took attentively. He let his eyes absorb the sight, gazed at her naked form the way one would stare in awe at a beautiful sunset. “I’ve never seen anything like you,” he uttered, “never felt desire this strong in my life.”

  She felt her heart swell at his words, not quite sure of their meaning, but loving the sound of them regardless.

  “I want to please you,” she said, in a soft, unsteady voice.

  “Oh, you do, Sweet Girl. You can’t possibly understand just how much.” He put both hands on her waist and flipped her around. He pushed her long hair to the side and slid his hand up and down her back, letting his fingers skim gently over her spine. He placed his hands on both sides of her ass and squeezed her cheeks. Suddenly, she felt his mouth there, kissing and sucking at her soft bottom, alternating between both sides, his tongue making wet trail marks that crisscrossed from across her ass from one side to the other.

  He put his hands on her hips and lifted them into the air. She quivered beneath his touch, need pulsating through her center. She felt his tongue softly slide down the length of her swollen sex, then swirling and twisting against her core, over and over. Her pulse raced, her sobs of pleasure muffled by the pillow beneath her. The sound of her blood pumping thundered in her ears. She rocked her hips back into his face, desperate for more, crying out when he covered her whole sex with his mouth.

  He sucked and licked at her ceaselessly, while she cried out in euphoria.

  When she was about to reach the summit, he pulled away from her. She bit the pillow and screamed in protest.

  Panting heavily, she was at her wits end.

  Mercifully, he entered her hard from behind. She screamed his name in relief. He moved in and out of her in perfect rhythm, pulling her hips back to meet his steady thrusts. She felt his fullness inside her, the sensation causing scorching hot flames of lust to lap at her flesh. She wanted to feel him buried entirely inside her, to be consumed by him utterly. “More!” she screamed.

  “Jesus, Shannon,” he moaned, thrusting deeper. “Is that it, Sweet Girl? Is that hard enough?”

  “Yes,” she moaned loudly.

  He pounded into her vigorously.

  “Everything about you is so erotic, so gorgeous,” he grunted. “I don’t think I can stop fucking you, girl. I don’t think I can get enough. ”

  She whimpered, loving the sound of his sensual words, loving the sound of his voice gasping in pleasure.

  He reached around and touched her core, then flicked it quickly with his forefinger. Her mind snapped, bent by erotic bombardment. She thrust her hips back rapidly as she felt the waves of ecstasy crash over her. She gritted her teeth tight as her body quivered out of control.

  “That’s it, Sweet Girl,” he moaned. “I can’t get enough of watching you cum.”

  He put his hand back on her hip and pulled her back hard then trembled before pulling out and collapsing against her back, gasping heavily.

  When they were both breathing steadily, he lay on his back and pulled her on top of him. At first, she thought it was another sexual maneuver, but he merely stroked her hair and back softly. She said nothing, wondering what his next move would be. There was none.

  They stayed in that position for ages until Shannon was convinced he’d fallen asleep. She lifted her head slightly and looked into his face. He smiled softly.

  “I thought you were sleeping,” she said.

  “Nah,” he replied in a dreamy voice. “I was just enjoying the feel of your skin next to mine.”

  That response caused an ache in her heart. She wanted the moment to last forever, but knew it was fleeting.

  “I’m so wrecked,” he mumbled. “I haven’t really slept in days.”

  “Sleep now,” she suggested.

  He nodded. “Stay,” he said softly.

  “Okay,” she replied.

  “You must be worn-out also,” he muttered. “You’ve been through so much recently.”

  “I guess,” she answered.

  “Then it’s decided,” he said in a vague tone. “We’ll stay in bed for the whole day.”

  “Won’t we have to leave for food?” she asked. Regardless of her question, she loved the idea of spending the entire day in that position.

  Chad shook his head. He pulled his cell phone off the side table and held it up for her to see. “Delivery,” he mumbled then yawned deeply.

  Within seconds, he was fast asleep, snoring quietly. Shannon took the phone from his hand and set it back on the side table. She lay down next to him and snuggled up. Soon, she followed him into peaceful sleep.

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  It was midafternoon before she felt a finger tapping her cheek again. She opened one eye and looked into his handsome, eager face.

  “You couldn’t wait for me to wake up again?” she questioned groggily.

  “No, I couldn’t, but for a different reason,” he answered. “I’m starving. We need to order food.”

  She sighed and forced her other eye open. She pushed up into sitting position then pulled the duvet up to cover her breasts.

  “Don’t do that,” he scolded. He slapped her hand playfully. “I was enjoying the view.”

  She giggled, and dropped the duvet, realizing he’d already seen every single part of her. Modesty at that point was futile. “Are we having breakfast or lunch?” she asked.

  “What do you call Chinese food?” he probed.

  “Dinner?” she said in a questioning voice.

  “So is dinner alright with you, then?”

  She giggled again. “Dinner is fine,” she answered.

  It was a major ordeal to get the order down. Chad changed his mind at least four times. In the end, he ordered way more food than either of them could possible eat.

  When the food arrived, he threw on his sweat pants and t-shirt and went to answer the door, barefoot. He returned holding a large bag in one hand, two plates in the other and a few bottles of water tucked under his armpit.

  They ate sitting cross-legged on the bed, facing each other. They talked casually, which was a little disconcerting for Shannon since she was still very much undressed, the duvet only covering the lower part of her body. It seemed Chad was suddenly more interested in Kung Pao Chicken than ogling her breasts, though. He talked nonchalantly between forkfuls, seemingly unaffected by her state of undress.

  He took the empty plates and set them on the dresser facing the bed. He climbed under the duvet next to Shannon and handed her a fortune cookie. Shannon pulled the cookie apart and read aloud. “How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?”

  “That’s your fortune?” Chad asked.

  “I thi
nk it means I’m screwed,” she replied, rolling her eyes.

  “No, I think it’s one of those Metaphorical quotes,” he countered. “Maybe it means that you’re extremely deep and philosophical.”

  Shannon felt a little giddy at the compliment, but as much as she appreciated his theory, she laughed at the absurdity. “And the sponges?” she questioned.

  “The sponges are…are…are…” he scratched his chin, feigning deep concentration. He snapped his fingers then held up the first. “…All your little insecurities. Wow, I’m actually pretty good at this.”

  Shannon laughed at his cockiness, the easy banter warming her heart. “Read yours,” she coaxed.

  “Okay,” he answered, breaking the cookie in two. He unrolled the little piece of paper and read aloud. “Be not afraid to accept pleasure when offered amiably.”

  There was a long moment of silence. “Metaphorical?” Shannon questioned finally.

  Chad shook his head. “Literal!’ he said bluntly.

  “What kind of pleasure?” she queried.

  “I don’t know,” he answered in a throaty voice. “I suppose that would be determined by the offerer.”

  “That’s not a word,” she said softly.

  “I know, but you know what I mean,” he replied. He leaned up and looked deep into her eyes. “So what do you suppose one would offer?”

  She blushed under his gaze. “Maybe whatever you wanted,” she answered, shrugging.

  “Anything?” he pushed, his eyes boring into her.

  “Anything,” she confirmed, nodding.

  “Absolutely anything?” he probed, tilting his head slightly to one side.

  “Yes,” she said firmly.

  She couldn’t quite identify his expression. She recognized the meaning of his heavy eyelids, and knew by the way his tongue grazed his bottom lip, that he had sex on his mind, but there was something else there. He searched her face and narrowed his eyes infinitesimally as though he was considering something. He pulled back the duvet and sat at the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor. “Come here,” he ordered, without looking back.