Give Me Yesterday

by K. Webster

  I thrust my hard dick against the crack of her ass through her clothes to prove to her how turned on I am by her.

  “I don’t fuck,” she snips out and drags her gaze away from me so she can shove my can of shaving cream into my bag.

  Slipping my hands down her sides, I grab the hem of her skirt and shove it up her hips, baring her ass to me.

  “Nobody said anything about you doing the fucking. I’ll be doing the fucking, baby. You’re just going to spread those sexy legs and watch me as I take you from behind,” I tell her with a smirk.

  She gasps when I tug her thong down her hips and push it down her thighs to her knees.

  “Chase,” she mutters in a warning tone.

  I slip my hand between her legs and push my middle finger into her hot pussy. “Yes, baby?”

  “You make me weak.”

  Laughing, I begin teasing her by massaging her insides. “Maybe I like being the strong one.”

  Our eyes meet in the mirror but eventually she closes hers and grips the countertop.

  “I’m not used to giving up control—but with you—you just take it,” she moans.

  When her eyes reopen, I smirk at her. “I thought we both established that you like it when I manhandle you and do whatever the fuck I want when it comes to you.”

  Her blue eyes blaze with the independence that I admire about her. “You can’t do whatever you want,” she hisses through her teeth as I dive deep inside of her, grazing her g-spot with each thrust into her.

  I chuckle. “I want to fuck you. Right now with your belly pressed against the edge of the countertop. Are you telling me that’s not going to happen?”

  She nods. “Yep,” she says and rotates her ass against my palm, “exactly what I’m saying.”

  Using my other hand, I reach into her hair and roughly tug at the rubber band keeping it in place. Her hair falls free around her face. “I kind of think you’ll let me get my way.”

  Her eyes flutter but she jerks them open. “Nope. Not going to happen.”

  I raise a brow at her. “Is that so?”

  When her hooded eyes meet my dark, lust-filled ones, we both know one thing’s for sure:

  Tori’s getting fucked tonight.

  I want to fuck you. Those words. Those dirty, delicious words. No one has ever spoken to me like that. I’m so fucking turned on right now, that I’m losing the will to be stubborn. Chase’s finger thrusts a little harder and a moan escapes my lips, my eyes closing, my head falling back to his shoulder, and my hips involuntarily pushing back. I hear his swift intake of breath and then a deep groan as he grinds against my ass.

  The tempest of sensations spiraling through my body are new to me. I didn’t realize passion could be so completely all consuming. Chase’s thumb presses on my clit as two fingers thrust hard into my pussy. The storm inside explodes, and I scream as lightning shoots through every inch of me. Before I can land from the whirlwind I’m caught in, I feel a tug and my panties are ripped the rest of the way off me, and another moan rips through me when I feel Chase’s hard length snuggled up against my ass.

  The fullness in my pussy disappears and I open my eyes to see Chase licking his fingers, his eyes connecting with mine in the mirror, dark and a little wild. “Your taste is sugar and spice, baby. I need more.” He whirls me around and lifts me up, landing my bare ass on the cold marble of the counter. My skirt is shoved up and Chase grabs my ankles, pushing my legs wide and back into me. Then he kneels, his face buried between my legs, and inhales deeply. “Your scent makes me hungry.”

  The arches of my feet are placed on his shoulders, then he looks up at me.

  “Wrap your arms under your thighs, and hold your legs open. I want to see and taste every inch of this pretty little pussy.” Once again, his words ignite a fire low in my belly, and I do what he says without thought. “Good girl, now hold on tight, baby. I want to feel you come on my tongue—I want to taste you.”

  I’m sure my eyes are wide as saucers. I’ve never had anyone’s mouth on me there. My experience with sex has been very limited, we were so young. Oh fuck! My every thought flies from my mind with the first swipe of his tongue and I cry out, the pleasure so exquisite I’m quickly lost to the sensation. Chase starts a steady rhythm, licking, sucking, and penetrating with his stiffened tongue. My breath is coming out in choppy pants, the muscles of my legs are clenching, and I feel every movement of his mouth acutely.

  Two fingers enter me as Chase latches on to my clit and sucks, hard. The movement and suction have my body coiling tight, my pussy sucking his fingers in, and drenching his mouth. I’m milliseconds away from exploding when his fingers leave my pussy, holding open the lips, and are replaced with his tongue. My orgasm tears through me and my walls clench tight as he drags his tongue out and begins to lick up every drop of my arousal. I start to float down from the high, but his tongue is now twisting and licking, building a frenzy again, making me whimper because I can’t take anymore.

  Swiftly, he pulls away and stands up, grabbing my hips, lifting me to the ground and spinning me to face the mirror. In no time flat, he has his zipper down, his cock freed, and is making me scream as he drives into my pussy, bottoming out. Then he pulls out almost all of the way and does it again, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head. I’ve decided fucking isn’t so bad.

  “Eyes on me, Tori,” Chase says, one of his hands slipping around to my throat and gripping gently. He thrusts slowly, minutely, while his other hand leaves my hip to travel to my breast, gripping it, twisting and plucking at the taut nipple. My eyes meet his in the mirror and the hand at my throat glides down, grasping the hem of my shirt and whipping it over my head. He yanks the cups of my bra down and goes back to working my nipples. “You have the most amazing tits, baby. Sexy as hell.”

  I have to fight to keep my eyes open, but somehow I manage it, tethering them to the almost black orbs behind me. His passion and lust raging. He squeezes my breasts hard, and his rhythm picks up speed and strength. Releasing my tits, he moves to my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh as he begins to pound into me, grunting with the exertion of every thrust. Every time he goes deep, hitting my cervix, and making me cry out.

  “Chase! Yes!”

  He starts to move with more power, losing control, and fucking me hard, a dark and determined look on his face. “I want you to come again, Tori. Give me another one.”

  I’m so fucking exhausted, but I can’t help the buildup of pressure, the uncontrollable feeling that I’m about to burst. He leans in and bites my earlobe, the sting making me gush around his cock. “That’s good, baby. Soak me. I love feeling how wet I make you. Squeeze my cock hard.” Shivers begin to course through me, his words heightening every sensation, and my hips shove back to meet his every thrust. “I want to bury myself so far inside you that you’ll feel me in that tight pussy for days. Consumed by what it's like to have my cock fucking the hell out of you.” His words set me off and I splinter into a million pieces, screaming his name as I fly toward the sun.

  Chase pounds into me two more times. “Yes,” he groans as he stiffens and buries his face into my neck, his warmth invading me, filling me, marking me as his. He pulls a little roughly on my hair, dragging my head back to kiss me thoroughly.

  “Now tell me you don’t like being fucked.”

  I shift restlessly in my seat once more, suppressing a groan, but the hard wooden chair is unforgiving and I can’t find a comfortable position. I almost cry with relief when the judge calls for a recess until tomorrow. I’m in desperate need of some painkillers, a bath, and a glass of wine. I’m starting to wonder if going ten years without sex has made my virginity grow back.

  Chase and I finally checked out of the hotel yesterday and drove back to the city. With every mile we traveled, I felt less caged, less burdened. He pulled up to my apartment and helped me out, then tossed his keys to the valet and grabbed our bags from the trunk.

  “You seem awfully sure of yourself, Dr. Mo
nroe,” I’d snipped.

  He’d smiled and thrown his arm around me, putting his mouth to my ear. “Yep. And, by the way, you might want to watch the ‘Dr. Monroe’ talk. It turns me the fuck on.”

  I gasped and looked around, sure that everyone around us had heard him, but no one was paying us any attention. Chase laughed all the way to the elevator, then when the doors closed, he dropped our bags and kissed me until I was a quivering mass of Jello.

  I decided to let him stay for a while and with two spoons, we dug into a pint of chocolate ice cream, which he then ended up eating off of me, after which he felt the need to remind me how much I liked being fucked. Twice. After that, we curled up on the couch together and watched a movie that I wasn’t really interested in. There was something on my mind. I’d shared so much. I wanted to know more about Chase’s secrets. I rolled to face him and started to trace the inked angel wings over his heart. There was an inscription underneath, “She dances with angels.”

  “Chase?”

  “Hmmm?”

  He sounded relaxed and content, and I took advantage of his laid-back attitude to ask a question I’d been holding onto.

  “What does this tattoo mean? Does it represent someone? The person you lost?”

  Chase stiffened and his hands came up to cover mine, splaying them over the tattoo and successfully hid it from view.

  “Yeah, it’s…” he trailed off and looked down at me, his eyes were dark, his mind somewhere else. “I got it after the accident.”

  I waited for him to go on, to explain, but need filled his chocolaty depths and he kissed me fervently. He deepened the kiss and rolled me to my back, coming up over me and proceeded to show me what it felt like to be loved from head to toe. I forgot about everything but him.

  After that, I kicked him out. He argued all the way to the door and was extremely unhappy with my decision. I wanted him to stay over. It wasn’t an issue with our relationship. I had court this morning and I knew if he stayed, I wouldn’t get any sleep and I was already starting to feel the effects of our acrobatics in my aching muscles.

  Gathering my things, I take a few moments to talk with my client and make an appointment for the following morning to go over the strategy before court. I walk slowly to the large, wooden double doors at the back of the courtroom and feel every muscle scream as I push it open.

  Happiness lights up my insides when I see Chase leaning against the opposite wall, casually waiting for me. He beams when he sees me, his dimple creasing his cheek, and strides over, pecking my cheek, and taking my hand, gently leading me from the building. I know he’s restraining himself, and it warms me even further to know that he is protecting my professional reputation by not hauling me into his arms. That is, until we get around the corner, at which point I find myself up against the stone building with full, sexy lips devouring mine.

  “Damn, I missed you,” he growls in my ear. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. I’m going to take you to lunch because I can’t go the whole day without seeing you.”

  He kisses me again and a little mewl surfaces, my knees going weak from the heady atmosphere and the sweet things he says. He eventually steps back, and takes my hand again. I walk stiffly beside him, until he notices my hesitant gait and stops.

  “Tori, are you okay?” he asks, voice filled with concern.

  I grimace a little. “Um, I’m a little sore.”

  His mouth turns up with a smug smile. Like his ego needed any more boosting. He moves in close and loops his arms around my waist, dipping his head and nuzzling my neck.

  “I would tell you I’m sorry,” he breathes, “but I’m not. The thought of you, walking around all day, feeling stretched, and well-loved by me. It’s fucking hot.”

  I roll my eyes, but a giggle slips out, and Chase lifts his head, no longer looking smug, instead he looks like he’s just opened a birthday present.

  “I love your laugh, baby.”

  It’s my turn to beam, his words filling me with butterflies. Dropping his arm across my shoulders, he walks me slowly to the front and his car, parked on the street at a meter. He helps me in, and starts to buckle me up, but I bat his hands away. “I’m sore, not a child, Chase.”

  He chuckles and kisses my forehead. “After yesterday, I think we’ve established that you are indeed a woman. A very sexy woman.” He shuts the door and lopes around to the driver’s side, gets in, and pulls away from the curb.

  He takes me to a cute restaurant decorated like we’ve gone back in time to the thirties. They have an eclectic selection, mainly known for their hot dogs, burgers, and Italian beef sandwiches. I haven’t been to this place since I was a teenager, I forgot how much fun it was. I decide to really get the full experience and order a chili cheese dog, a large cheese fry, and a root beer. It’s messy, and delicious, and I find myself having fun soaking in the atmosphere and my time with Chase.

  After lunch, he returns me to my office, waving off the valet as he exits, and rounding the car to open my door himself. He puts a hand on either cheek and kisses me, with sweetness and longing. When he’s through, he smiles and asks, “Can I come over tonight?” I’m distracted by that damn dimple and don’t have any other response except yes, so I nod.

  He grins and kisses me hard one more time, then gives my rump a pat, as I walk dazedly to my building. I spend the rest of the day buried in work, unaware of the time until Stacey pops her head in to say goodnight. I glance at the clock and see that it’s after eight. Shit. I forgot to ask Chase what time he was coming tonight. I grab my phone but don’t see any missed calls or texts. Maybe he’s running late too.

  I pack up and swiftly make my way to the elevator, and ride it down to the lobby. Pushing through the revolving door, I stop and a smile grows on my face when I see a midnight black, Dodge Challenger, idling in the circular drive. The driver door opens and he strides over to me, gathering me up in his arms and landing his mouth firmly over mine. My mouth opens for him automatically, our tongues twisting together in a slow dance.

  I unseal our lips and look at him a little sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching the time. Have you been here long? You should have texted me.” He raises an eyebrow and stares. “Okay, you should have called Stacey and had her tell me I had a text.” He throws his head back and laughs, the sound setting off those butterflies again.

  We pick up Chinese on our way to my apartment, demolishing it when we get there, both of us starving. After we clean up, it’s late and I have an early appointment, so I announce that it’s time for bed. Chase stands and narrows his brown eyes at me, a determined glint in their depths. I don’t have the strength to kick him out again, so I hold out my hand. Relief floods his features and he laces our fingers together and leads the way to my bedroom.

  He makes love to me with tenderness, worshiping my body, and making me feel like I am precious to him. We are snuggled in post-coital bliss when he whispers to me, “Baby?”

  “Yeah?” I yawn, barely able to stay awake for this conversation.

  “What’s your schedule like on Sunday? Can I take you somewhere special? Somewhere fun?” His voice is quiet, but there is the slightest undercurrent of excitement. I lean up on my elbow and just barely make out his smile in the dark.

  “Where?” I hate surprises.

  “You’ll see.” Ugh. Did I mention I hate surprises?

  “No hints?”

  He shakes his head and pulls me back down to rest on his chest. My cheek warming the inked skin over his heart, the dancing angel from his past. Maybe he’ll open up to me there, and let me carry some of his burden too. I try not to let it, but it bothers me that he has cracked me open so wide, and yet, he doesn’t talk to me about his loss. I want us to be on equal footing.

  “Okay,” I whisper.

  He hugs me close and kisses the top of my head. “Thank you, Tori. I promise, you’ll love it.”

  I’m almost asleep again when a thought occurs to me, I’m about to ask him why we can’t go
on Saturday, then I remember. Group. I groan and bury my head in his chest, ignoring the unhappy reminder and fall asleep.

  I’m supposed to be working on my graduation speech for the Class of 2015. Instead, my notebook remains white and unmarred, yet my attention remains affixed on the wall in front of me.

  Nearly two weeks ago, it seemed as if it were the perfect color. Especially with Tori standing in front of it. But now, I see that I was distracted by her. Now, it’s evident that it is not the right fucking color.

  I run a frustrated hand through my hair and clench my eyes closed in a desperate manner to recall the exact shade. My memory of her fades with each passing day and the color in my head dims.

  Anger swims through my veins like hungry sharks in the shallow end of the ocean. I’m desperate to remember the color that somehow haunts my dreams yet alludes my consciousness. Standing abruptly, I then stalk over to my bookcase and haul out the paint swatch book. With my pen, I cross out the seventeenth color and peruse the shades until I’m pretty sure which one will be the eighteenth coat. I circle it and toss it back on the shelf.

  I’m tempted to call Tori and invite her for another painting session. But I remember her questioning eyes. She saw through my playful façade and into the dark, twisted part of me that I attempt to keep locked away. If she knew I painted this fucking wall more than most people change their underwear, I’m sure she’d be running for the goddamned hills.

  Dragging my eyes back over to the wall, I glare at it.

  Fuck the stupid wall and its never-ending taunting.

  The way it teases me into thinking the color is right, only to somehow morph and transform into something ugly and wrong.

  My phone chimes and I tear myself from obsessing over the wall. Today was the last day of class for the semester. Everyone flew through their exams and by mid-afternoon, I was done. Waiting for Tori, with nothing else on my agenda, only serves to cause me to obsess over shit like the damn wall.