by T A. McKay
“Noah, you have to help. Sit up so I can get your shirt off.” I groan as I push myself up to a sitting position, swaying slightly. I feel her fingers working on the buttons of my shirt and I look down at her. She’s moved to the floor and is kneeling between my open legs, her head just below my chin. I close my eyes and swallow, trying to calm myself but the image of her there is just too much for me to be able to control my body. I feel my dick harden, which is a shock considering how much I've had to drink. I feel her pushing my shirt open, her hands running over the skin of my chest and out over my shoulders. My head is starting to spin and it has nothing to do with the amount of alcohol I have consumed. It’s her, she’s filling all my senses to point that I can’t think straight. I can smell her, her sweetness filling my nose completely. Her touch is causing erratic reactions to my body, my muscles jumping under her hands. I open my eyes and the sight of her is something I will never get tired of. Her hair is glistening in the bedside lamp, and her skin is looking so soft I want to touch her, feel her. Her lips are wet and she licks them as she moves her hands over my body. She pushes the shirt down my arms and I struggle to get the cuffs over my wrists, making her giggle, the sound making my heart melt. She really is everything I want in this life, the only thing that I need.
I stand on very unsteady legs, trying to undo the button and zip on my jeans, but it’s difficult.
“Stand still, you're gonna fall.” I'm pretty sure I hear her mutter something under her breath about me being an idiot. I feel her tug on the belt around my waist. Shit, I forgot I was wearing that, no wonder I couldn't get the button out. She tugs the belt again and I nearly lose my balance making me put my hands out and grab her head, my fingers working their way through her hair. Her fingers still on the zip that she’d just started lowering, and I watch as her eyes look up into mine. Her lips part with a stuttered breath, and it makes my dick to twitch. She keeps watching me as she lowers the zipper and I swear I can feel the vibration from every tooth that it goes by. My breathing has become laboured, like I can't breathe fast or deep enough for my body. Her hands run over my stomach muscles and out to my hips, pushing them under the top of my jeans. I can't break eye contact with her as she lowers the jeans down my legs, my hands in her hair tightening as they get lower. I don't know if it’s the alcohol or her touching me, but I feel like I'm floating and I need something to anchor me to the ground. When I close my fists completely and grab her hair tightly, she closes her eyes and a groan leaves her, making it hard to control myself. Her eyes open and she looks straight at my hard on, her eyes getting larger. I know it’s hard for her to miss, it’s just inches from her face. All I'm thinking about is tackling her to the ground, kissing her with everything I have but I know I can’t, I know I have to keep this thing between us just friends.
My control is holding on by the tiniest fraction, the simplest thing can make all my good intentions vanish. I think I'm doing really well, holding her at arms length when I want to pull her to me and then she goes and ruins it all. She is still staring at my dick when her tongue comes out and she licks her lips, leaving them moist and kissable. All I can imagine is those lips around my dick, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks me. I pull her by the hair, bringing her face up in line with mine. I need to get her away from my groin, I need to try and get these images out of my head. I stare at her lips, watching them as she breathes unsteadily. In the morning I will blame the alcohol, but tonight I know that it’s all me, nothing more than my wants and needs.
My lips crash down onto hers, catching the gasp that leaves her. I can't explain the feeling that explodes through my body, it’s like I’ve been numb since she left me and I’m finally feeling again. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, tasting her like I’ve been craving to do again for years, but it’s not enough. It will never be enough. Her hands move up, grabbing my biceps to steady herself as she opens up to me. I realise this was always going to happen between us, there was no way to avoid it. She tastes like heaven, she tastes like home. I’ve been with a lot of women since my time with Madison, but no one has ever compared to her, they’ve all been fillers, someone to spend time with until I could find my way back her back.
I push my body against her, letting her feel all of me as I use her mouth for my pleasure. The rub of her belly against my dick is too much, the need for relief is building in my body and I know that even if it’s just for tonight, I need that relief to come from Madison. I take a step back, forgetting about the jeans around my ankles causing us both to crash down onto the bed, her weight fully pressing down on my body. She pulls back from the kiss, looking carefully into my eyes like she is trying to find something. I don't know what it is, but she must find it when she lowers her lips, grazing them over my jaw. I try to free my feet from my jeans, but I'm finding it difficult to concentrate when she is so close, add on to that the alcohol I’ve consumed and it’s a losing battle. Madison must feel my struggle as she moves down my body, her lips kissing as she goes lower. My eyes roll in my head, the feeling of her lips against me, her hands brushing over my skin, it’s all making it very difficult not to come in my boxers.
I haven't had sex in a long time and now the pleasure that I’m experiencing is like a sensory overload. When her hands reach my boxer shorts she grabs them and starts pulling them lower, careful to lift them over my erection that is desperate for release. I look down at her, our eyes meeting as she continues to lower the boxers. When they are level with my jeans she tugs at them both, pulling them off over my feet. She stands and stares at me, taking in my nakedness. I would love to know what's going on in her head, to see if she wants this as much as I do. She is looking at my body with a look of lust, and it’s making me burn, the need for her is nothing I have ever experienced before. I need to kiss her, to touch her, to fuck her. She reaches to the hem of her nightgown and slowly raises it over her head. Watching the inches of her body come into view is like the best present ever being unwrapped. My hands twitch with the need to reach out to her. My dick has gone to a painful level of hardness and I'm in real danger of coming before she touches me. She’s fucking perfection, the softness of her body, the feminine curves that I just want to run my hands, and then my tongue along.
She pulls the nightdress over her head, freeing it from her body. She looks to the ground before throwing it on top of my clothes and I will her to look at me. I want to see her face, need to know that she’s comfortable with me.
I swear it’s like she hears my thoughts, her eyes looking back up at me and holding my gaze. She moves slowly, like she’s waiting for me to stop her, but she has to know that will never fucking happen. She crawls on the bed, up towards me but her eyes never leave my face and I feel my dick twitch at the intensity I see there. The first of her eyes leaving mine is when her head is level with my dick. She drops those beautiful eyes and takes in what she does to me, no one has ever made me as hard as this. I stop breathing when she lowers her head, her tongue coming out and trailing up the length of me and sucking gently on my tip. My head falls back onto the bed, I can't watch what's she doing, it will be the undoing of me. The feeling alone is making my balls contract, but I know if I see her beautiful face there and watch her tongue on me, it will be over. She takes my full length into her mouth and it feels like a furnace around me. The heat and sucking action are just too much, and I reach down, wrapping my hands in her hair again as I pull her up my body.
“I can't have you do that to me, Angel.” She looks crestfallen when the words leave my mouth. I don't understand why, she must know she fucks with my control.
“I'm sorry. Was I doing it wrong?” Her eyes drop and she stares at my chest. No way is she thinking she was doing something wrong. I can’t believe that she doesn’t know she is the most perfect woman I have ever known. I pull harder on the back of her hair making her look at me.
“No, baby, you need to stop because it’s too good. I’m about a second away from exploding in your mouth and that’s not where I want to come
tonight.” Her cheeks colour. Fuck she looks good when she blushes. I brush my lips over hers, needing to feel them on me. The time for talking is over, now it’s time for action. I hold her tightly by her hair and take what I want, feeling her body melt against mine. Her hands meet the bed next to my head, propping herself up above me and I feel her thighs brush my hips as she positions herself over me. It’s the only warning I have before she lowers herself on me. I cry out as her pussy stretches over my dick, the feeling of her walls clenching as she moves down on me. I start panting as she sits on me, my dick fully seated inside her heat. My confused mind doesn’t know what to do. I want to weep with the pleasure that she has just given me and I want to move but I'm scared that any slight friction on my dick right now would set me off, making me come before anything really happens. My hands move to her hips grabbing with enough force to stop her moving.
“For the love of God. DO. NOT. MOVE.” I manage to grind the words out between tensed teeth. I need her to get the message that she can't move anything, but she doesn't quite get what I'm trying to say and I feel her walls start to massage me. I let out a growl before flipping her over, pinning her hips to the bed.
“I said not to move, little girl. Now it’s my turn.” I take her wrists and pin them above her head, one huge hand of mine able to hold both her delicate wrists. I take my free hand and put it to her lips, pushing two fingers inside.
“Suck.” When her mouth closes around my fingers I feel her pussy tighten around me. My little Angel likes it naughty. I smile with this bit of knowledge, she’s not the only one. I lean forward, getting close to her ear so I can whisper.
“You were naughty, tried to make me come with your hot little pussy. Do you know what happens to naughty little girls? They’re punished.” I hear a groan leave her and I smile. Let the games begin.
Madison
He pulls his fingers from my mouth and I close my eyes. It’s just too much to try and cope with at one time. My body has been close to orgasm since he walked through the front door. He looked so good in his black shirt and jeans, the jeans tight across his amazing arse. I had no plans for any of this, I was just trying to get him to bed but I knew as soon as I pulled his jeans down that there was no turning back. It had started so innocently, but as soon as I looked up at him and saw the look of lust in his eyes I was lost. Even though I know it’s the drink and I know in the morning he will regret it but I need to have him just once more. I need to feel him like I’ve been craving since we broke up. Isn't it funny that you don't want something until you can't have it, and I have always wanted Noah so badly. My body is now burning for him and I can't stop what’s happening between us. Not with the feeling of him inside me, stretching me. When I lowered myself onto him I thought I was going to suffocate, I forgot how to breathe as he slipped into my body. He stretched me to the point of pain, but it felt so good. His fingers are now sitting on my clit, gently rubbing over it and I don't think I can survive much longer.
He doesn't move inside me, he’s just there, filling me like no one else has. His fingers press harder, his lips moving against my ear as he fills my head with dirty words.
“Can you feel it? I can. Your pussy is gripping me so fucking tight, I know you're gonna come. You’re gonna clench around me so tightly and then I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name. Would you like that, Madison?”
That’s all it takes. When he growls my name I fall over the edge that I’ve been trying to hold onto. I feel my whole body tense as my back arches of the bed, my nipples grazing his chest making me even more sensitive. There is ringing in my ears and I swear I have no idea what’s going on around me, all I can feel is him. He starts moving, prolonging my ecstasy, but his movements become urgent, the thrusting getting harder and his pace faltering.
“Fuck, Angel. That’s it, grip me. Oh God, yes. I'm gonna come.” He bites my shoulder as a second orgasm comes out of nowhere and claims me. His groans fill my ears as I'm taken to heaven. I grip onto him as I come back down to earth. I don't want to let him go, I know when I do this will be over, I will have lost Noah.
Chapter Eight
Madison
I woke up alone this morning. I don't even remember falling asleep last night, the last thing I remember is holding onto Noah like my life depended on it. I sit up on the bed holding the sheet around my aching naked body, the aches being the only proof that last night happened. The room is the way I remember it, nothing out of place and nothing belonging to Noah. I need to decide what to do about what happened last night, how do I react today? Do I pretend it didn't happen or do I bring it up, making him face the fact that he cheated on his fiancé with me?
I step into the living room after taking as long as I possibly could to get ready. I took a shower, put makeup on and styled my hair but when there was no putting it off any longer, I left the safety of my room. I haven't heard Noah moving about and as I look around I see no evidence that he’s even been here. I walk quickly back to the spare room and look inside, his bag and clothes aren't there. He left? I can't believe that he just left me, no goodbye or anything. I know what happened shouldn't have, but to just disappear into the night hurts. It also worries me because he had a lot to drink last night, way too much to be driving during the night.
I pick up my mobile and call his number, moving towards my front window to see if his car is still there. As I pull back the curtain I see the weather is typical British weather, the rain lashing against the glass. I look through the rain and towards where Noah had parked his car. He’s standing in the rain, leaning against the driver’s door with his head down. He looks defeated, lost.
I walk to the front door, hanging up my phone as I open the door. He must hear the door open because he looks up at me, still leaning against the car. He looks sad, as if his whole world is crashing down on him. I can't stop my feet from moving when I see the tortured look on his face, throwing my arms around him as my body collides with his. I never wanted to do this to him, never wanted him to feel this way. I have added to the stress he is already suffering and it was for my own benefit. I feel like I took advantage of him last night, he was so drunk I should have been the one to stop it, the one to make sure he didn’t make this mistake.
“I'm so sorry.” I don't know what else to say to him. I need him to know I'm not sorry this happened, but I'm sorry I’ve put him in this situation. His arms tighten around me and I allow myself to get lost in him one last time. I know that things are about to change, I can feel it.
Noah
When she whispers that she’s sorry I swear I feel my heart break. I’ve put her in this position and I feel so guilty that she’s feeling pain. What she doesn’t realise is that last night was the best time of my life, being with her had exceeded all my hopes and nothing else had entered my head except being with her. I wouldn’t change what happened, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t feel any guilt. When I woke this morning with the alcohol no longer blurring my judgment it had hit me. I had cheated on my fiancé. After promising my life to Judi, all it took was a few too many drinks and I forgot all about her. Guilt is something that I have lived with before, and after living with that feeling with Madison I promised myself I would never go down that road again.
I knew I needed to get out, I had to go back to Judi and forget that this ever happened. All the plans I had to leave her forgotten, no matter how bad our relationship is, this should never have happened. I need to go home and be the best fiancé I can be, treating her like she deserves to be treated. I grab hold of Madison, knowing that this might be the last time I hold her like this. Maybe Judi is right. Maybe I need to put her before Madison, maybe that’s where all our problems come from?
I pull back from Madison, letting my arms fall to my side. She looks at me with pain in her eyes and I hate the fact that I put it there. I resist the urge to run my hand over her cheek, to feel her one last time.
“I need to get on the road, I need to get home to Judi.” I hope she can hear
what I'm not telling her. Through the rain, I can see tears filling her eyes. I close my eyes, trying to stop myself from comforting her. I need to do this quickly, like a plaster. It will hurt less if I don't drag it out.
I know I need to move, to get in my car and drive away but I can't, I know when I leave I might not see her ever again, this could be the breaking point for our friendship.
“You don't need to leave, you could stay as planned.” I wish that was true. I wish I could spend the evening with her and guarantee that it wouldn't happen again, but I can't. I always thought that if I had the chance to be with her, spend one more night with her I would work her out of my system, and I would realise that it wasn't the way I remembered but that backfired. Now I remember how good we were together, how she felt when I held her, I don't think I will ever get enough.
“I don't think that’s a good idea. I should just go. Last night … last night was a mistake and it should never have happened.” The words are like razor blades in my throat and I struggle to get them to come out with conviction. Last night was a lot of things, but a mistake wasn’t one of them: amazing, perfect, life altering, those were words to describe last night, mistake is not even close.
The tears finally fall from her eyes and she bites her lip, trying to stop them from falling. My heart is close to breaking. This is worse than the first time I lost her, at least back then I had youth as an excuse. This time it’s just because I'm an arsehole. She nods her head and takes a step away from me, giving me space I don’t want. I feel that step creating a huge rift between us, the few feet feeling like miles.
“Ok, I understand. Will you call when you get home safe?” She is trying not to make eye contact with me and I hate to see her like this. She is usually so confident, but now she is so unsure of herself.
