Wreaking Havoc

by Angel Steel

  She had it all wrong. I was there for a reason. A reason that I couldn’t explain to her the way she would want. A simple but hard reason that if or when I told her, could most possibly ruin our marriage even more. Secrets that I’d been holding back from her. From myself. No matter if I told her the truth behind this, nothing and I mean nothing, was even going to fix the damage I’d caused. The flash of pain that crossed over her face as she told me what she’d seen unmanned me. I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck!

  Why did I have to go away on that damn trip? Everything would be fine right now. I’d be in bed with my wife wrapped around me, talking about how our days went. But stupid fucking me wanted to end this madness. This damned case! A case I couldn’t share with the woman I loved. And because of that case, my marriage was being ripped apart right in front of me.

  Sitting at the bottom of our shower, trying to enjoy the blissful heat of the water as it cascaded over my body. I was tired. Tired of how strained my marriage was right now. We didn’t get to celebrate our first-year anniversary. Well, Dante tried. He had a bouquet of red roses delivered to the house while he was at work. Least he remembered the date. I couldn’t bring myself to give him his present. It was small compared to his, but the meaning behind it was much stronger. To me. To both of us. It would have changed us both.

  I had countless times tried to talk to Dante, but every time I came remotely close to saying something, the images of that night flashed before me. I hated it! Hated seeing them together. Dante had tried as well¸ but I couldn’t stand there and listen to anything he had to say. Resting my head against the tiled wall, as the water ran over my head, my hair glued to my face while the water dripped through it. There was too much tension between us. Tension that I couldn’t bring myself to resolve. Or was it the fact that Dante was trying to rectify what I’d seen too? I don’t know. I wanted it all to be a lie and that I didn’t see a thing. But it’s hard to do that when you know in your heart what was before your eyes.

  We hadn’t spoken that much. All that was said were, ‘hi’s,’ ‘how was your day,’ ‘goodnight.’ That was it. I hadn’t allowed him back in our bed. Well, it wasn’t the fact that I kicked him out. He chose to sleep on the couch, obviously giving me the space I needed. I wanted that, but I also wanted him near me. I needed to feel the comfort of his arms around me, feeling safe and loved. But even that would’ve been hard. It wouldn’t be the same as it used to be.

  Lifting myself up, I turned the water off and stepped out drying myself off. Every night we’d eat dinner together. No words were shared between us while we ate. No eye contact… nothing. Several times I’d noticed he wanted to say something. I was the same, debating what to say was the hard thing. I hated arguing with him. I guess he felt the same. I wanted answers. I wanted to hear his words as to why he was with that woman. But a part of me didn’t. My shoulder’s sagged as I wrapped the towel around my damp body and opened the door.

  Taking a step into our room, I screamed when I ran into a hard body. My legs wobbled under my weight, resulting in strong hands gripping my hips, holding me up. There before me stood Dante. My hands rested on his naked chest as his magnificent colored eyes searched mine. My brain was telling me one thing while my body screamed at me to jump him. Removing my shaky hands from him, I took a step back resulting in his hands falling away from me. My heart was beating out of control. It wasn’t the fact of him standing there as I walked out, it was the fact that I needed him. I had craved him for the last month. His body against mine, wrapped around his, in any way possible that I could get. My core clenched, demanding me to take him. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

  My body was burning up for this fine ass man in front of me. My eyes followed as he lifted his arm above his head and rubbed his neck, obviously trying to move the tension from that single area which I could tell from his body posture. He stood in front of me in jeans, shirtless and a towel hanging over his shoulder. Licking my lips, my thoughts went out the window and were replaced with images of the both of us naked on our bed while his lips slid over my body. Our hands frantically moving over one another as our bodies become one.

  I swallowed back the moan I wanted to let out. Gripping the bottom of my towel, hiding my legs as I clamped them together. But it was too late. Dante saw the movement. His eyes changed instantly. From a concern about the situation to pure and utter lust. Dropping his hand, he shifted toward me. My breathing became heavy with every step he took. There was no way I could fight the desire in me for this man. And by the way his eyes roamed over my semi-naked body neither could he. He stopped inches from me. I could feel the heat seeping from him being so close, but yet so far away. His hand raised my chin up, his thumb traced over my bottom lip. I couldn’t help but taste him. Sliding my tongue along my lip and slowly over his thumb, his eyes fully dilated and zeroed in on my mouth. My mouth closed over his thumb as I began to suck, nipping the tip of him.

  “Lia,” his voice strained as he asked the invisible question that lingered.

  When it came to sex between us, no was never an option. I nodded once and that was all it took. His mouth crashed to mine while my hands clawed at his chest. I needed this like my last breath. His hands held my head still as he devoured my mouth. Moaning, I raked my nails down his chest, pinching his nipple as I slid past it. His mouth left mine and he threw his head back groaning while my hand slid lower down over his stomach. The muscles twitching as my fingers lightly trailed down further. Twisting his nipple slightly to give just enough pain, I gripped him through the jeans, relishing holding his hard cock in my hand again. His fists clenched at his sides, he was holding his desire back. I continued to torture him by slowly undoing his zipper. His eyes shot open as I slid my hand underneath and wrapped it around his erection. His hips shot forward of their own accord as I stroked him with a slowness I knew he wouldn’t be able to handle.

  “Shit, Lia,” he rasped.

  I wanted his touch. Sliding my body closer, my grip tightened around him as I started to kiss along his chest. My mouth hovered over his nipple, grinning, I lowered my mouth and closed my lips around his erect nipple, tugging it with my teeth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. Gliding my hand along his shaft, rubbing my thumb over his tip, spreading the pre-come that resided there. Letting that nipple go, I made my way across his chest, lightly kissing my way toward the other nipple.

  I didn’t have a chance because my hand was stopped by his. Lifting my mouth away from him, his eyes gazed down at me. Swallowing, I flexed my hand but was held tighter to him. His breathing was fierce while his eyes captivated me.

  Removing my hand from his jeans, I stepped back, scared of the desire I could see in his eyes. I hadn’t seen him like this since the first time we’d made love. It was primal. Everything about him now was primal. My body quivered at the unknown of what was to happen.

  His hands shot out while he lifted me off the ground and pulled my body to his. His mouth nipped and sucked its way down my neck, across the top of my breasts that were now heaving with every breath I took. The towel around my body restricted me from wrapping my legs around his waist. Moaning as his mouth continued its onslaught, I rubbed myself against him trying to loosen the damn towel. I needed to feel skin on skin with him.

  “Dante,” the moan slipped from my lips as he tore the towel from my body. Then we were moving toward the bed. He laid me down while his mouth, still on me, moved its way down over my breast. Taking my stiff nipple into his warm mouth, his other hand slid over my ribs, tracing every single one he could feel. His fingers glided over my hip then toward the other while his mouth moved from the now sore nipple to the other.

  My back arched from the bed, as his mouth latched on harder than before. His growl exuded into me, from the sound and the vibration. His hand grazed over my pulsating clit, but there wasn’t enough pressure, I needed more.

  I ground my hips against his, hoping he’d get what I was telling him
. He let go of my nipple with a pop, his nose ran in between my breasts and ever so slowly began to slide down. His hot breath caressed my skin, every breath in and out. His lips skimmed over my stomach. The muscles contracting under his light touch while his hand finally stopped where I needed it.

  “Dante.”

  His hand slid between my legs and we both moaned at the contact.

  “Baby, you’re so wet.”

  “Please, Dante. I need you inside of me,” I begged. My hips shifted trying to entice him.

  “Not yet. I need to taste your sweet pussy, baby,” as soon as the last word left his mouth, I felt the heat from it as he took my clit holding it with his teeth. He flicked his tongue over it, repeatedly. Gasping, I gripped the sheets at my side, digging my heels into the bed lifting myself up giving him more of me.

  His left hand held my leg down, the other traced over the lips of my sex, circling my entrance then ran his finger up and down, spreading my juices around. I couldn’t breathe as his fingers skimmed back down to my opening. The breath I held shot out when his finger entered me. His movement was unhurried. Every push in was agony, my walls clamped around him, holding him where I wanted, but the ache inside of me needed more than what he was doing right at this moment.

  Lifting my ankles around his back and pulling him harder into me, his finger slid out and another was added. He bit down hard on my clit. I screamed out at the pain, or was it pleasure, coursing through my system. His fingers slammed forward, deep, twisting left, then right, his knuckles hitting the side of my pussy while his pace quickened. My hips rocked with his movement, my hands wandered up my body and began playing with my nipples. The sensation of me pinching and pulling on them and his mouth and fingers working me, had me so close to the edge of orgasm.

  His mouth removed from my clit, his eyes followed my own movement as his fingers pounded harder and faster inside of me. My toes curled, the tingling started to rise up my legs, and then my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

  “Come for me, baby! Let me taste that sweet come of yours,” his words blasted through me as I clamped down on his fingers and screamed out, “Dante.” My head thrown back as I erupted around him.

  Suddenly I was empty as he removed his fingers, but it wasn’t for long. He shifted his body above mine, lined up his cock and slammed forward. In. One. Hard. Thrust. He was fully inside me, throbbing, I clenched around him. His hands reached for mine and raised them above my head and held them there as his thrusts became urgent. There was nothing sweet about this. It was dirty. Raw. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed throughout our room, our breathing became one as his cock pounded in and out of me relentlessly.

  Holding both my hands in one of his, he reached down and lifted my leg onto his shoulder opening me wider to his invasion. “Fuck you’re tight, baby,” he ground out. His sweat dripped onto me mixing with my own. His lips found my ankle, his teeth sunk into my skin while his hips rotated into mine. Sweet Jesus! The stinging from his bite shot straight to my core.

  “Oh, God!” I moaned out. “Harder, please.” My hips shot up, riding him the best I could in this position.

  Growling, he dropped my leg, shifted slightly then held onto my hips and pummeled forward and back repeatedly. My nails dug into his wrist as I arched my body to his and yelled out as I came undone.

  Convulsing around his cock drove him harder into me. The pressure of his fingers digging into my hips, hurt a little but it was bearable as I watched him throw his head back, “Amelia,” yelling my name as I felt him explode deep inside of me. The heat of his come inside me was welcoming.

  His thrusting slowed as his cock slid over my nerve endings. My body shivered at the thrill it sent through me. He stilled, holding himself inside while his own body convulsed several times. I couldn’t help the gasp that fell from my mouth as his cock twitched within my depths. Letting my leg go, he dropped to the side of me and pulled me into him.

  “I love you always, Lia,” he mumbled into my hair. His arms wrapped around me, trapping me to him, our heartbeats matched one another until they slowed to a steady beat. His breathing became shallower. His arms tightened around my body, letting me know he wasn’t letting me go. I didn’t want him too, but what just happened wasn’t going to help solve the tension between us. We needed to discuss it.

  I wasn’t going to ruin the blissful moment we had shared just yet. Tomorrow, we needed to talk. Tomorrow held the fate of our future. Tomorrow was either going to save our marriage or end it completely! I didn’t want to think about tomorrow. I wanted to think of this moment. This moment my husband loved me, for me. The love we shared before all this shit happened. Tonight I was lying in the arms of my beautiful, caring husband, like it was going to be our last night together.

  I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face as I slid into my truck. I’d woken with a raging hard on with Lia’s ass pressed into my dick. I slowly slipped from my side of the bed and watched on as she rolled over onto her back, arm above her head facing my side, her left leg bent up and completely and utterly naked. My eyes devoured her from the tip of her head all the way down her lush body. If I could get any harder, I did when she dragged her own hand down her body and rested on her lower stomach. I couldn’t hold back my desire for her.

  I had woken her with my mouth between her legs, the sweet taste of her nectar still lingered on my lips. As I turned out of our street and headed toward headquarters, I ran my tongue along my lip savoring the taste. Remembering her sweet pleads for me to fuck her, the moans that turned me inside out and the way she had gripped my cock before I came inside of her. My back stung from her nails where she’d scratched as she screamed out my name.

  Sex with Lia was everything I’d ever imagined, but something was different, her taste was sweeter than normal, more sensitive than usual and she wanted me constantly. Well, she did originally, but it was like every second she was rubbing herself against me. The last week it was sex, sex, and more sex. I wasn’t complaining about it, I loved every second of being inside her. Her wet pussy. Her mouth, shit I couldn’t keep thinking of her this way. I’d only just left and I was hard for her again. Shifting into second gear, I rounded the corner at 6 a.m. and there was traffic everywhere. If I’d left a little later, I could have escaped this madness, but if that had happened, I would end up being late for work because I’d be buried deep within Lia’s core.

  Shaking my head and fixing my erection into a more comfortable position, I turned left heading toward headquarters. Slowing my truck down as I arrived at the checkpoint. A guy I hadn’t seen before stood to the side of the door, looking over the car in front of me. When he was happy, the gate lifted indicating for the car to go ahead. Edging my way up, I stopped completely and waited for him to activate the machine to start its search. When the green light flashed, he lifted his hand waving me in. Nodding and shifting into first gear I pulled away and made my way to the parking area.

  Walking toward the main door, Brook and Rex bumped shoulders between them with the new guy that started that week. Shaking my head, there were bets going around to see how long it took for him to snap at one of them. I, of course, wasn’t involved in that one. By the look of Trent, he was holding it back well. Being in this line of work you needed that kind of restraint. Throwing my bag into my locker, I slapped Brook on the back as I walked past.

  “Hey Dante, how’s the wife?” Brook yelled after me.

  Turning around holding the door open. “Very satisfied. I wore her out so much she fell asleep before I stepped out of the house.” I grinned his way.

  “Really, well obviously you didn’t do such a bang job if she fell asleep, Dante. She probably couldn’t feel your dick inside of that sweet body of hers. I’d love to show her how a real man fucks.” Brook and Rex laughed while they banged their fists together as they approached where I stood.

  “Brook, you’d disappoint her with how small your dick is. She loves the big ones and you sure don’t have that, bro, I’ve s
een you in the shower stalls.” Not that I had out-rightly checked out his package, they all showered in the same damn room. When the men fooled around in there, things were seen that you never wanted to see in your life.

  “Dante,” Brook grabbed his junk and moved it around. “All the ladies love my cock. Plus, I’ve seen you checking it out. Were you trying to figure out how much bigger I am compared to you?”

  “Bro… One, everyone has seen it in here since you love flaunting how big you are and two, there’s no way in hell I was checking your dick out. And lastly, you know full well my dick’s bigger than yours. You're just disappointed that those ladies that you want come looking for me first. When I shut them down that’s the only reason, they come to you. You’re their last resort.” Turning around, I walked off toward the conference room.

  Laughter boomed behind me, curse words were thrown around as Brook didn’t like what I’d said. Fuck him for saying that about Lia. Making my way down the hall, I noticed the captain heading my way.

  “Davenport, we’re heading out into the field. Get your men together, we leave in five.”

  “Copy that.”

  Spinning around, all my team members are heading toward me. “Boys, it’s time to play, let’s roll out,” I commanded.

  “About time,” Rex answered.

  Tightening the strap of my holster on my thigh, my legs bounced as the excitement of going out pumped through me. This is the part I loved. Bringing the bad guys down, and protecting the innocent. I thrived on it. As the SWAT truck turned sharply left onto the street where we needed to be. I activated the headset attached to my ear.

  “Davenport. What’s your locstat?” the captain’s voice boomed through the ear piece.

  “One kilometer from the POI, Cap.”

  “Once you’re at the clan lab, get in and out quickly. I want it clean and the POI alive. This is a clean job.”