by Ford, Mia
“Chad, what the fuck are you doing?” she asked.
“I came to apologize,” I said, wrestling out of Hank’s grip. The man might not have been fit, but he was strong as hell, and quickly twisted my arm behind my back and pushed me against the wall. I got the feeling that he was an old cop used to dealing with assholes like me.
“Sorry, Miss Maxwell,” Hank said. “I’ll take him downstairs and call the police.”
Another door opened and an elderly woman stuck her head out. Then a second door, then a third. The ruckus was bringing everyone out of their apartments, and I could see Zoe’s face turning bright red.
“Jesus Christ, Chad,” she hissed, grabbing me and pulling me inside. “Thanks, Hank, I’ll handle this.”
“Are you sure?” Hank asked.
She pushed me inside, a little too roughly.
“Yes, I’m sure,” she said and closed the door.
* * *
“Are you fucking insane?” Zoe yelled. “Do you have any idea what you just did? I’m going to be the gossip of the entire building thanks to you!”
“I thought they already talked about you everywhere?” I said, trying and failing at being cute.
Zoe huffed and threw her hands up in the air. “You are fucking unbelievable,” she said, walking away.
I was taken aback, a little surprised at her outburst, wondering if her anger had more to do with her embarrassment than with what I had done at the restaurant. This was a side to Zoe I had never seen before. Strong. Forceful. Powerful. Controlling. I kind of… liked it.
I followed her into the living room and she turned around quickly, pointing a finger at me. “Do you have any idea how much you embarrassed me tonight? I live in this city, Chad! You are going to be on a fucking plane out in a few days, and I have to endure the dirty looks and the fucking gossip columns! I probably won’t ever be allowed into Vittorio’s again!”
“Yeah, the maître d’ was kinda pissed,” I said with a smile. “The spaghetti was a little overcooked anyway, so…”
“Will you fucking stop kidding around!” she screamed, throwing a punch at my chest that probably hurt her more than it did me. “You’re an asshole, Chad! A fucking asshole!”
“You know, you’ve used the word ‘fuck’ more in the past minute than I ever heard you use it in our entire time together,” I said.
She swirled around, angry, and yelled in my face, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She punched me again. “Fuck you, Chad Walters! Fuck you for coming back into my life! Fuck you for making me think you were any different than you were before! Fuck you for making me think that I could have a nice night with you! Fuck you very much!”
“Could you fucking calm down?” I said, my voice rising. “I actually wanted to have a nice dinner. It’s not my fault that jackass ruined it for us.”
“No!” she shot back. “You ruined it! That jackass was going to leave us alone eventually. You had to act like some fucking perverted version of Chuck Norris and break his fucking nose!”
“He deserved it,” I shouted back. “And I’m more like Jason Statham.”
“I know he deserved it!” she yelled. “But I didn’t! I didn’t deserve that kind of embarrassment! Damn it, Chad, I’m tired, exhausted, sick of all the shit that’s been happening to me, and just wanted a nice night out. I didn’t fucking deserve this!”
She turned around and walked in small circles around the living room, her head in her hands, her breathing heavy. She looked like she was going to have a panic attack. I reached for her, but she pulled away.
“Please, don’t touch me,” she said. “Just get out.”
“Zoe –”
“Get out!”
I didn’t move. I met her gaze and stood my ground. She frowned at me and shook her head, as if confused as to why I wouldn’t just do what she said.
“I said out!” she screamed, pushing at me, but I didn’t budge. She started throwing punches again, slamming her hard fists against my chest. I grabbed her and pulled her into me, holding her close.
“Let go of me, Chad!” she yelled, still trying to punch even though her arms were pressed into my chest and couldn’t move. “Let go of me you bastard!”
“Calm down,” I said softly, trying to stop her assault, keeping her close.
“Let go!” she screamed, and then suddenly fell against my chest and began to cry.
“Dammit, Chad…” she said, her tears on my cheek. “Just fucking hold me… please… just… hold me.”
* * *
We were on her couch, her head lying on my lap as I stroked her hair. It had taken me a few minutes to get her to stop crying, and a few glasses of wine before she finally calmed down. She told me all about that asshole Mark, and I found myself feeling a strange mix of disgust and jealousy. Some of the things she told me seemed to be right out of one of her books.
“Zoe Walters banging a married man?” I said with a teasing grin, my fingers stroking her forehead. “Who’d have thought that Miss Prim and Proper would have scraped the bottom of that barrel?”
“Yeah, I turned out to be a filthy skank,” she said, her words a little slurred as she readjusted herself on the couch. She was drunk, teary eyed, but seemed to be over the worst of it. Her cocktail dress had ridden up and I couldn’t help but stare at the long legs peeking out. She had kicked off her shoes. Her toenails were bright red. She used to love it when I sucked her toes… For some reason, being this vulnerable only made her sexier.
“That’s not so bad,” I said. “I’ve done far worse on the skank meter.”
She gave me a drunken smile and tapped a finger to my chin. “Like what?”
I laughed and took a sip of the wine. She poked the finger to my nose and raised her eyebrows. “Come on, you brought it up. Revel me with stories of Chad in skank town.”
“Fine,” I said, leaning over to set the glass down on the coffee table. “When you left me, I was kind of heartbroken. Slept my way around, tried to get over you. Nothing really filled that space, though. I ended up getting involved with a woman who introduced me to the rougher sides of sex. S&M, I mean.”
Zoe’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. “S&M? You? No?”
I nodded without embarrassment. It was what it was. I said, “The whole shebang. Cuffs, clamps, gags, blindfolds, bars –”
“Whips?” she asked, slurring the word.
“No whips,” I said. “Although a good open-handed spanking is not out of the realm of possibilities.”
“You pervert!” Zoe giggled.
“Coming from the girl who fucked a married man in a public bathroom.”
“Hey, we’re talking about you, not me,” she said. “I never should have told you that story.”
“Again, I’ve done far worse,” I said with a smile. “Yeah, well, the lady that introduced me to S&M was married to this tech billionaire who hired a detective and we got caught with our pants down, so to speak. I almost lost everything, and Martin saved my ass. Since then, I’ve been careful, but I do love the toys, the pleasure, the pain. It’s like an addiction.”
Zoe tapped the fingernail to my chin again. “I can’t say I’m surprised.”
I wrapped my fingers around her hand and held it there. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, come on,” she said. “You were always the kind of guy who needed to be in control. Always on top, always demanding, always pulling the strings. I’m not surprised you ended up using a few toys to up the ante.”
“That’s fucking harsh,” I said, even though it was true.
“The truth can be harsh,” Zoe replied, her voice fading a bit. She leaned her head on the back of the couch and closed eyes. I loved the way her hair fell across her face and the light off her skin. Something inside me began to stir. A feeling that started as a tingle in my chest, then worked its way down to my cock. Jesus, was I getting hard? Holy fuck…
Zoe opened her eyes and gave me an odd look. “You okay?”
I forced
a smile and picked up the wine glass to help hide the huge bulge in my pants. “Yes, sure, I’m fine.”
She smiled and pushed herself up into a sitting position, rubbing the back of her head. “Well, I need to get to bed.”
I drank the rest of my wine in one quick gulp and slapped my knees. “That’s my cue,” I said, getting up. I picked up my jacket and held it in front of me. “It’s been great seeing you again.”
She grabbed my hand as I started to walk away. The look in her eyes was familiar, but I wasn’t stupid. I didn’t want to get my hopes up.
“Stay,” she said quietly. “Sleep here tonight.”
“On the couch?” I asked. “Or…”
She moved in close, her arms going around my waist, pressing her body to mine. My erection grew. It pushed into her stomach. She pressed her wet lips to mine. She clenched my ass in her hands and ground her pussy into me.
“In my bed,” she whispered, her breath hot in my ear. “I want you to fuck me, Chad. Like you used to.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Chad
I couldn’t fucking believe what was happening, but I didn’t hold back. I played right into it, of course. Did I expect this to happen? Well, not expected, but definitely hoped that it would. There was a part of me that was totally okay with letting the night be what it was. But this was a turn that I wasn’t going to say no to.
We somehow managed to strip off our clothes as we stumbled and fumbled our way to her bedroom. I kicked open the door with her in my arms. By the time we made it to the side of her bed, we were completely naked and there was no turning back now.
Her melon breasts were mashed against my chest, her nipples hard like little rocks, and she tasted like wine when her tongue briefly playing across my lips. The kiss was long and hungry, and even though I was holding her tight against me, I felt like she wanted to crawl in deeper. She wrapped one leg around mine, and began to slowly rub her cunt against my thigh.
I kissed her neck, her shoulders, but wasted no time going for her breasts. Her nipples stood up like saluting soldiers, and I swirled them in my lips hungrily, nibbling on them, sucking them, forcing her to moan and grind her pussy against my thigh even harder. I remembered how sensitive her nipples were, and that had not changed. I attacked them with vigor, and she clutched my head to her tighter, wanting more of the same.
I was so fucking turned on, my cock was pulsing with every kiss, every moan, every hot breath against my ear. I turned her around and pushed her forward on the bed, pressing my cock between her ass cheeks, almost losing it completely when she began grinding against me. I leaned in and squeezed one breast while I reached down with my other hand and slipped two fingers between her pussy lips. I found her clit quickly, and she began to grind even harder as I worked my magic.
Her moans grew louder, and her hand snaked behind her and around my head, pulling me to her, her fingers clenching in my hair as I worked.
“Don’t stop… don’t stop… don’t you fucking stop,” she groaned. It didn’t take long for her entire body to break into a shudder of orgasms. The juices gushed from deep within her, covering my hand, making my cock throb for the wet heat of her pussy.
“I want you so bad,” I whispered against her ear. “God, I want to fuck your tight pussy so bad…”
“I know you do,” Zoe said, turning around and planting another kiss on my lips. She reached down and cupped my tight balls with one hand and squeezed my cock with the other, pumping it slowly as she gazed deeply into my eyes. “And you will fuck me. When I’m good and ready.”
“Teasing me?” I asked, smiling even though I was frustrated that she was playing with me while my cock was on the verge of exploding in her hand.
“My house, my rules,” she said, pumping, squeezing, smiling. “You don’t get control here.”
I squinted at her, wondering what the hell she was thinking, but couldn’t hold back my smile. “It’s always been about control with you, hasn’t it?”
“It’s about sharing control,” Zoe said, dreamy eyed, her pink tongue ringing her lips. “Sometimes you’re in charge, sometimes I am. Fair enough?”
“Fair enough,” I said, sighing the words.
She pulled me closer, her hand squeezing my cock to the point of agony. She sat on the edge of the bed and began kissing my stomach, pumping me from base to head in one long rhythm. She ran a fingernail on the underside of my cock. She was driving me completely insane. Then she stopped and leaned back onto the bed, dragging me with her, and opened her legs. She tangled her fingers in my hair and pushed my head down, not asking for it, demanding it, and it was so hot I instantly complied. I dropped to my knees and devoured her pussy like a starving man over a bowl of the hottest sweet treat in the world.
You want to be in control, fine. But I’m going to make you scream.
And scream she did. She writhed and grinded against my mouth as my tongue played tricks with her clit, dug into her pussy, lapped at her juices. I held her ass with both hands, pushing her hips up against me, and her hands dug into my hair.
“Oh God… Chad… Oh God… Oh… God…”
She wrapped both legs around my shoulders, crushing my ears between her thighs, grinding harder and faster. She wanted more, and I gave her much more. I sucked her clit into my mouth, and with a free hand, reached up and pinched her nipple hard enough to know that it had to hurt.
“Chad… fuck… ow…ow… yes… oh… Chad…”
She stopped grinding, her entire body breaking out into violent shakes as she orgasmed, once, twice, so many times she was begging me to stop.
I looked up at her and smiled. “Sounded a lot like I was in control.”
“That’s what you think,” she said with a devilish look in her eye.
She was quick, it took me by complete surprise. One minute I was over her, ready to do everything I had been dying to do to her since the minute I saw her, and the next she had me on my back, my arms pinned at my sides, and was rubbing her dripping pussy against my cock, grinding hard and fast, her eyes locked onto mine and biting her lower lip. She was enjoying this, really enjoying it, and it just made me harder to see how much the control was turning her on.
“I’m thinking of just stopping here,” she said, rolling her hips over my cock, driving me insane. “I mean, I already got mine.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Who says we play fair?”
I laughed and grabbed her hips, trying to slow her down. I didn’t want to come before I got the chance to feel her pussy around me, but she knew that I was close, and that seemed to push her harder.
“Zoe, I’m going to… fuck… cum… if you don’t… stop that.”
She leaned down, flicked her tongue against my ear, and said, “My house… my rules.”
I gasped when she pushed herself up and slid my cock fully inside her. She was so wet, I didn’t even notice what she was doing until I was buried deep and she was clenching against me, making herself tighter and driving me fucking insane.
She began to ride me, slowly at first, clenching and relaxing, making my eyes roll back with how good it fucking felt. Then she picked up the speed.
Her beautiful breasts bounced up and down and her moans echoed across the walls. She bent down, letting me grab her breasts and suck one nipple after the other into my mouth, making her grind her hips even faster against me. It felt so fucking good, it was all I could do not to squirt too fast and ruin the whole thing. I wanted it to go on forever, and for the few the next couple of minutes, it certainly felt like that.
I reached one hand down and began playing with her clit, and she quickly grabbed my wrist and pinned my arm down again. She gazed right into my eyes as she rode me.
“Fuck… I’m close!” I panted. I was losing all control. And I fucking loved it.
She rode harder, clenched and relaxed, and as I stared back into those sapphire eyes, I felt myself explode inside her. It was like no orgasm I had ever experienced before, rocking my entire body
, my head spinning with the residual shock. She came again with me, her body tense, the breath whistling from her pursed lips, her pussy squeezing my cock like a thousand little fingers. She milked me with her pussy, and my entire body shuddered.
“Shit, Zoe… What the fuck… Did you do to me?”
After a moment, Zoe gave me one last kiss and rolled off me, falling onto her back beside me on the bed. She was panting, red as a beet, sweating, and the smile on her face was like a ray of sunshine.
I watched her breasts rise and fall with every breath. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
“Wow… is that what it’s like… to lose control…” I sighed out the words. “If so… can I ride again…”
“You can ride all you want,” she said, rolling on top of me, mashing her drenched, sticky pussy against my cock. “And if you’re a very good boy, maybe I’ll let you drive.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Zoe
I woke up feeling like a million dollars. Sure, there was the hangover, something I was going to have to deal with and quickly before my entire day was ruined. But, I was relaxed. And happy. Above all, happy. And completely satisfied. Something I hadn’t felt in years, not even with Mark.
Chad was lying next to me, naked, covers thrown off to reveal his nakedness in all its splendor. His long cock was draped lazily over to the side. I smiled at myself, remembering reading about sleeping styles, and how his was a reflection of confidence. Lying on his back, arms tucked under his head, as if tempting the world to take a hit at him.
That was Chad Walters to a tee.
I resisted the urge to play with his cock and balls, though it certainly was tempting. Chad used to love it when I’d wake him up with his big cock in my mouth. Maybe later. Definitely later.
I threw the covers over him, hoping to get through the morning without being distracted by the gorgeous naked man in my bed. I couldn’t deny that I wanted more, so much more, but for now, it was all I could do to get out of bed and into the shower. My body felt like I’d just gone three rounds with Hulk Hogan. And my pussy was so sticky it squished when I walked. The sound made me giggle.
