by Lane Hart
“Oh, I can’t wait to fuck you, but I want you to beg me for it some more,” Chris said as his hands went under my shirt. They felt so good on my breasts, but I wanted them lower.
My shirt came off then he pulled my shorts and panties down my legs.
“You want this?” he asked as he rubbed and teased himself between my legs where I was aching for him to go, making me writhe.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” I begged him.
“Not yet. I want you on your knees begging me first,” he said before pushing me down to my knees between him and the wall.
I would do anything he asked to stop the burning in me. I put my mouth around his erection and didn’t have any problem taking all of him in it.
“Oh goddamn that feels good!” he moaned as I sucked hard and he thrust urgently into my mouth. I was trying to get it over with so he’d put it in me and stop the yearning.
My mind suddenly screamed at me, telling me this wasn’t right and I should stop. I pushed at Chris’s hips, trying to get him to back up. When he didn’t move or relent I pulled my mouth away from him.
“Shit! Don’t stop yet, I’m almost there,” he said as he pushed his hips back toward me.
“Wait. Stop,” I told him as I panted and tried to think around the yearning to get to why my mind was telling me I shouldn’t be doing this. Oh God. “I can’t do this. Sam,” I managed to pant when my mind finally worked its way back to him. My eyes watered as I thought about him. Shit, what am I doing? He’ll never forgive me.
“What about him?” Chris huffed as he pulled me off the floor. His mouth moved down to swallow my breast. His hands on me were, frantic, rough, and heading lower, refusing to stop their assault as his erection continued to press into me.
I moaned then pulled his head up from my breast, stopping him. “I don’t want to hurt him. I told him I just need some time. I can’t do this. I mean, I don’t know what I want. I’d never even been with anyone until a couple of days ago.”
“What? Sam, popped your cherry?” he laughed. “I can’t believe he did that to you, taking such a sweet girl’s virginity, then going out and fucking some skanky stripper last night.”
I sucked in my breath. Sam wouldn’t have done that. After he left here? No, he’d said he was falling in love with me.
“He wouldn’t do that,” I said even as tears ran down my face.
“He did. I was there. Got a two for one, she fucked him while he drank from her.”
I shook my head. He had told me last night he needed blood and that the two went together. I’d told him he could fuck and drink from whoever he wanted, and he sure as hell didn’t waste any time.
“Then he brought home two other strippers and I heard them moaning and screaming all damn night,” he said, hurting me even more.
How could I have been so stupid? I’d thought he actually cared about me, but now I was just one of six hundred or whatever number he was on. I knew this would happen, and knew I wouldn’t end up being any different than all the hundreds of others he’d fucked. I’d seen his texts about having threesomes and was stupid to think I could compete with that.
Chris reached up and wiped the tears from my cheeks. “Hey, don’t cry over him. He’s not worth it.” He kissed me while his hands started caressing me, moving lower.
“I’m who you’re meant to be with. I know you want me too. I’ll help you forget about him,” he said as his hand slipped down between my legs, cupping my sex, making me moan and want more.
“Oh, and your pussy is so fucking wet for me,” Chris said as he slid his fingers in me. His mouth moved back to my breasts.
My stupid body was still throbbing and burning, pushing against his fingers, wanting him in me more than anything. I was so hurt, and at that moment I hated Sam for what he’d done. So why did I give a shit if I hurt him by doing this with Chris?
I moaned as I came, then pulled Chris’s head up and kissed him, deciding to finish what we’d started. My mind still protested, but it was too late. He backed me up then pushed me none to gently down on the couch before he pulled off his shirt and took his pants all the way off. Finally naked, he climbed on top of me, spreading my legs wide as his big body pressed me down into the cushions. Immediately I felt him pushing against my entrance.
“Damn you are so fucking tight,” he moaned as he thrust his hips harder and deeper into me, painfully so, and I cried out even though he didn’t seem to realize it was from pain.
About that time my mind suddenly broke through and screamed at me that I was forgetting something important.
“Wait! We need a condom. They’re in the top drawer in my room,” I told him. The lust felt like it was lessening.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” Chris gasped as his pace quickened, the pain lessening and my thoughts becoming less coherent. “You can’t get pregnant, you’ve never had a period right?”
“No, but shouldn’t we still use one anyway?” I asked. This was all wrong. My mind went back to Sam and I started pushing Chris’s big naked body away from me. He didn’t budge but just kept pumping above me.
“Hold on baby, I just want to feel you. Oh yeah, that’s it,” he groaned as his chest tensed up above me where my hands were still pushing against him, then he finally stopped.
“Alright, I’ll go get a fucking condom,” Chris said as he jumped up and an instant later he was back and pounding into me over and over again. He finally pulled out long enough to put on a condom.
There was a painful feeling in my chest that became more noticeable each second and made my eyes tear up. It wouldn’t go away even as I felt the pressure building deep inside me until I tightened and spasmed around him, screaming my release.
“Oh! Please!” I cried out, not sure whether I meant stop or keep going.
“Fuck yes! You like that don’t you? Scream for me as you come baby,” Chris moaned as he ground himself into me at a frantic pace.
His full weight was on top of me, crushing me as his hands greedily pushed down and squeezed my breasts until he finally stilled inside me as he came.
I was glad it was over. The tears had started running faster down my face.
“Are you crying because of that jackass?” Chris asked harshly while he was still on top of me.
“I’m sorry,” I said, not knowing what else there was to say. “I can’t breathe,” I told him as I pushed against his chest again.
He stood up and started getting dressed.
“Yeah, so I guess I’ll head out since it seems like you want to be alone. I’ll try to borrow Sam’s car tomorrow so I can come back and fuck you again. Unless you want to come over to our house,” he said as he laughed. “Sam gets off work at five so you can come before or after, I don’t really give a shit if he hears us fucking. He deserves it for what he did to you.”
I didn’t have the feelings of wanting him anymore, and was sort of relieved that he was leaving, although I dreaded the loneliness. And I didn’t want to see Chris tomorrow or really ever again. Even after what he’d done, I wanted Sam, and he apparently didn’t give a shit about me. I was the one who had kicked him out of my apartment, so what had I expected to happen? Maybe that he’d care enough not to fuck someone the second he left my apartment.
“I can’t wait to tell Sam you fucked me so he’ll know you’re over his sorry ass, and leave you alone,” Chris said with a smile as he walked out the door.
Great, just fucking great, I thought as I curled up into a ball on the couch and cried myself to sleep. I immediately regretted what I’d done, and wasn’t sure why I’d done it in the first place. I didn’t know if Sam would ever talk to me again after he found out, or if I even wanted him to.
Chapter Seventeen
Sam
The next day I felt slightly less shitty as I woke up and got ready for work. Then I walked outside and came to an abrupt halt. Where the fuck was my car? Chris! I’ll kill him.
I stormed back inside, pacing as I tried to figure out
how in the hell I was going to get to work. I was pretty sure Anna lived somewhat close by, and hoped she’d swing by and pick me up.
I found her name in my phone and called her. As expected, she was grouchy, but agreed to come and get me.
I was going to strangle Chris, that son of a bitch! And I had no clue where in the hell he was. It wasn’t like he had a phone I could call him on. I knew one thing for damn sure – he would never borrow my car again. If he ever brought it back. Fucking asshole.
I simmered all day at work, getting angrier as the day went on. At least it was nice having a different emotion to think about other than heartbreak over Kate.
Anna begrudgingly gave me a ride home after work was over. I wasn’t sure whether to expect my car to be back by then or not, but thank God it was.
I stormed in the house, throwing the front door open.
“Chris! What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He pissed me off even more when I saw him stretched out on my couch, wearing my clothes again.
“Sorry,” he said as he yawned and stretched. I supposed being a lazy bastard all day would wear someone out.
“You’re sorry? I had to get a ride to and from work. You know, that place I go five days a week to pay for shit!”
“Well, no, actually I take that back. I’m not sorry. It was so fucking worth it,” he said as he laid his head back down and closed his eyes, still smiling. I really wanted to smack that shit eating grin off his smug face.
“Where the hell were you all night?” I asked, wanting to know what was so damn important he couldn’t make it home by seven-thirty in the morning.
“You seriously don’t want to know,” he said as his smile widened.
“No, really, I do. What was so goddamn important you couldn’t bring my car back?”
He opened his eyes, still grinning. “Well, you know how hard it is to leave Kate when she keeps begging you for more.”
What the fuck?
“So you were screwing some skank all night? That’s why you couldn’t bring my car back? Shit, you could’ve just screwed her here and I would’ve had my fucking car!” I yelled at him.
“I didn’t think you’d want me to fuck her here, you know, with you being able to hear her moaning and screaming my name across the hall,” he said, like he gave a shit if his sex life bothered me.
“Why would fucking the slut here be different from the ones I had to listen to you fuck the other night?” I asked as my anger grew.
“That’s not a nice thing to say about her,” he said still smiling. Then he hit me with the punch line. “And you know Kate’s not a slut. She said you popped her cherry, and she is still so fucking tight.”
I felt my blood pressure rise, and thought my body was going to spontaneously combust. There was no way in hell he’d been with her. He didn’t know where she lived, and Kate would never sleep with him. But how the fuck did he know about her virginity?
“You’re so full of shit, and you better watch your fucking mouth.”
“Call Kate and ask her if you don’t believe me,” he said. “That is, if she’ll even answer her phone. She was really fucking pissed after I told her you screwed that stripper the other night. She said she didn’t want to see you anymore. Oh, but now that I think about it, she actually begged me to fuck her, then sucked my dick before I even told her about you and the stripper. And damn if she didn’t scream so loud when she came every single time I fucked her.”
My fists clenched and I was about two seconds away from punching him in the face.
“If you say one more word about fucking her I will beat the shit out of you. I know damn well you’re lying…you have no fucking clue where she even lives!”
He laughed. “Technology is a wonderful thing. I can’t believe the University would put all the students’ addresses online for the public like that. Luckily there was only one Kate Adams with an apartment over at the University Village. By the way, thanks for letting me use your laptop, and your car last night.”
Chapter Eighteen
“You son of a bitch!” I yelled as I lunged at him. A blinding, maddening rage came over me and I couldn’t think anymore. All I could do was swing at Chris’s face, over and over again with everything I had. He was hitting me back but I didn’t give a shit. I could do a helluva lot more damage to him than he could do to me.
I might have killed him right then and there if I hadn’t heard her voice.
“Sam! No! Please stop!”
I froze in mid-swing and turned around. Kate was standing in the doorway with tears running down her red face, looking terrified and guilty as fuck. I wasn’t sure which one hurt me more to see. Probably the guilt.
Panting, I stood all the way up and looked down on the floor where I’d ended up pummeling Chris’s face. His mouth and nose were bleeding black blood all over the place, and his eyes were swelling shut. Otherwise he’d be alright. Which was too damn bad. The bastard deserved so much worse.
Kate ran into the kitchen and grabbed some towels, then brought them to Chris. He held them on his face but didn’t say anything or try to get up. Seeing the two of them together, knowing what they’d done, was more than I could handle.
“I never want to see your face again in my fucking house!” I yelled. But where would he go. To Kate’s? Goddamn them both!
Feeling like such a stupid fucking fool I grabbed some beers from the fridge then went out the front door, slamming it behind me. I needed air. I was still winded from the expended effort of hitting that son of a bitch so many times I’d lost count. But it was so much more than the physical exertion making me feel like I couldn’t breathe.
I sat down in one of the lawn chairs and chugged the first beer in one swallow, not giving a shit that there was black and red blood on my hands, down my shirt and on my jeans. My knuckles were already healing and my face and chest tingled as other wounds healed. Bastard probably wanted me to hurt him so she’d hate me and take pity on his sorry ass. A second later I popped the top off the next beer and started chugging.
Thinking about the two of them together was ripping me apart. Picturing his hands on her. Fuck! How could the bastard track her down just so he could go over there and fuck her? And she had acted so damn shy and innocent. She begged him to fuck her without knowing about me and the stripper? I was right, she didn’t give a shit about me. Maybe I was just jealous because she wanted him instead of me. He was a fucking asshole, so why the hell would she want him?
There was a nagging in me that said she hadn’t had a choice, but I shot it down. She didn’t have to fuck him. She may have felt like she wanted to because of the goddamn pheromones or whatever, but she’d had a fucking choice.
I should’ve got into my car and just left, but by God, this was my house! They needed to leave! If they wanted to screw each other they sure as fuck weren’t going to do it in my house!
I heard the front door open and shut, and then her footsteps coming down and across the yard. I didn’t want to talk to her because the mere sight of her weakened my anger. I wanted to be angry dammit.
“Sam?”
I should go get a knife so she could finish cutting out my heart. I’d rather get it over with then keep dragging it out.
I exhaled and looked up at her. Why did she have to be so damn gorgeous and pitiful?
“Why?” I asked, not sure which question I wanted an answer to. I looked away from the tears running down her face and her big beautiful puppy dog eyes.
“You actually begged him to fuck you? You refused to talk to me because you thought I was only trying to fuck you, when that is all that son of a bitch ever wanted from you!”
My voice had risen to a yell and my words were harsh as I laid into her, but she deserved it. I couldn’t look at her or be near her right now it hurt so damn much. Maybe I should leave and just get away from here. Decision made, I got up and started to my car without another glance at her.
“You know what, forget I asked. You’ve ma
de your fucking point that you don’t want me, so we’re done.”
“Sam! Sam, wait! Please! I do want you. Just let me explain. I’m so sorry,” Kate begged me through her sobs. Even as pissed as I was I couldn’t stand to see or hear her cry, but I didn’t stop.
I got into my car and pulled away without the slightest idea of where I was going. I just knew I had to get away from my house and fast. I started heading north on the highway and after a few minutes finally realized where I was driving. I was on my way to a rundown city that was close to Greensboro, but that I hadn’t stepped foot in for the last thirty years or so.
My phone kept ringing and beeping with text messages until I turned it off. I didn’t want to see them. How a girl I just met could hurt me so damn much was beyond me. I’d never been more devastated in my life. The times I had to erase everything about me from women I thought I cared about didn’t even feel this bad. But then none of them had fucked my roommate either. Their response I understood. They were all terrified of the D.R.A. and didn’t want to take the chance of getting caught associating with me. That was all it took for them to get their own execution order. I completely understood that I wasn’t worth the risk to them. But with Kate, fuck!
I really didn’t have any right to be upset. She’d made it clear Monday night that she didn’t want to see me anymore. The idiot that I am, I had still hoped that she’d change her mind. Then there was the strip club that Chris said he’d told her about. Was that why she fucked him? For payback? She paid me back alright, several times over. But he said she’d begged him for it before he told her. If he was telling the fucking truth.
I pulled my car over into the high grass on the side of the road and turned off the engine. Home sweet home, or what used to be our home. After my brother died I’d donated the hundred or so acres of land to the city. I didn’t feel right selling it, and I sure as hell didn’t want it. I never planned on living in this shitty town again. Now it was a city park with a playground, picnic tables and all the other shit that goes along with it. Even though it was closed I climbed over one of the side fences and headed toward the pond, the only thing exactly the same as it had always been.
