by R. Lorelei
“Not yet,” he answers. Yet, that means it’s impending. He clearly wants to hurt me. My tears feel as though they are composed of acid, they well, and scold my eyes. I close my lids to force them out and fight the pain off but it doesn’t work. “My brother wants you doesn’t he?” He asked.
Retaliation is bittersweet, “Yes.” I tried to find his face, I felt into the darkness. OH, found it. My vengeance was over and now I found myself throbbing for him. He touched my cheek now and felt my tears. Fuck, I didn’t want that to happen. Then his fingers touch my bare nape. He glided them upwards until he managed to find hairs long enough to grab and he forced my head to almost face the ceiling. His lips closed down on mine and his tongue forced entry into my mouth and fireworks were starting as I had this insatiable desire for him.
Bradley’s kisses were demanding, and relentless. He cradled the back of my head and placed it in a more comfortable position for me and then he pushed me up against a wall I had no idea was there. So now his body was pressing hard against mine and he was so fucking hard it hurt but it made me want him more.
I wanted to tear his pants off and beg him to fuck me but I reserved myself remembering that he wants his Bitch Ex-Wife and that probably wouldn’t change.
I never thought the three letter word yet could hold so much meaning, or have such an effect on my life. It was like a bomb detonated in the closet. I pushed his chest away from me to create a space and said, “I have to go.” I knew he couldn’t follow me out of the closet right away because he was still hard. When I got out, I ran to Snowball and hurried home. Obviously, I wasn’t over him, yet.
~40~
Snowball got me home quickly and I went right up to the loft and closed the door. I stripped naked and jumped in the shower. I scrubbed the paint off my face and cleansed myself.
I had to develop a stronger backbone. I couldn’t let myself get hurt so easily.
Bradley and I were broken up so the fact that he might get back together with anyone or have a girlfriend shouldn’t make me cry so easily. After I pruned, I reluctantly stepped out of the shower and dried myself off before putting on my housecoat.
An alcoholic beverage from the fridge was my next destination. I quickly passed through the living room to get to the kitchen. I stepped back thinking I had seen something there. I saw a silhouette in my living room and gasped. I wasn’t alone. I flicked on the light and saw it was a brother. I had to almost guess which one, but I suspected it was Bradley, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“How did you get in?” I asked as I continued to the kitchen knowing I wasn’t in danger.
He remained seated on my ugly grey sectional which I decided for sure I wasn’t bringing with me, “I stole the master key from my brother’s penthouse.”
“I’m making myself a screwdriver, 2:1. Do you want one?”
“Two shots vodka, one shot orange juice?”
“Is there any other way?”
“Sure, I’ll have one,” He sounded nicer; his voice was calm and mellow. I wondered why such a big change.
I didn’t want to talk about Maggie but my curiosity got the better of me, “Where’s Bitch Ex-Wife? Did you leave her at the fundraiser?”
“No, she’s not impressed though. I drove her home telling her I had business that I had to take care of.”
“Am I your business? This is surprising to me considering you implied to me that you were getting back with her, as if it is just a matter of time.”
I handed him his drink and received his confession, “I said it to hurt you. I was still angry.”
“It did just that, worked like a charm,” I said bitterly. I took a seat far away from him on the sectional.
“Come closer,” he ordered. I moved onto the pillow next to him. He was staring at me. I needed to lose my inhibitions so I took a really big drink of the screwdriver and it burned going all the way down.
He placed his drink down and ran his fingers through my hair. “Nick tells me you’re in love with me. Is that right?” Obviously Nick true to his word had attempted damage control for me.
This was the second time in one night that I wanted to kill my best friend but I knew it was with good intentions. I said nothing and closed my eyes focusing on his broad hand running through my hair. It felt so good. “Nick has to start leaving his nose out of things,” I complained.
“He’s no longer our obstacle,” Bradley commented. “I love your hair, you’re features are too beautiful to hide behind a mass of hair.” His compliment was distracting but well overdue. I was more than melting now, I was sizzling like butter being thrown onto a hot frying pan.
I wanted to know if Bradley thought we had any more obstacles, but I already knew the answer. The final obstacle between us was my move to Grimsby General. “I don’t want you to leave the General, Chanel.”
“I need a new start Bradley, where nobody knows my business and where there are no bitch ex-wives. I want my personal life to remain anonymous. I can’t handle the thought of seeing you at work everyday and not being with you.” He guided my head to his and his lips covered mine. His kisses were so soft and caring. His stubble was starting to grow in so it scratched my face but I didn’t mind because I was used to it with him, this was Bradley my burly man.
He stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes, “So, do you want to get back together with me?”
What a loaded question! His 360 was really throwing me for a loop. He had the back of my head cradled in his large hand and the scent of his musky cologne turning my insides to mush, and the come hither hot to trot way he looked at me still dressed in his black tie gear was making me unable to think straight. Before I was going to disintegrate in lust I had to stick to my guns, “You ended it Bradley and I’ve found a fresh start. One evening can’t change all this, can it?” My resolve was clearly weakening.
His lips found mine again. My mind shut off analyze mode and I succumbed to the lust I was feeling for him. I felt weak as he took me in his arms and leaned backwards so I was more or less on top of him.
His kisses were unrelenting but soft and sensuous. I was lost in the feel and smell of him. He pulled his head back from mine and stroked my hair away from my face, “Do you know how much I’m in love with you to put all my feelings of anger and resentment aside and save a man I know you could possibly love more than me?”
I ran my fingers through his soft short waves, “My indebtedness to you has no limits, but it’s the foundation of our relationship that I’m concerned about. When we’re together everything is so erogenous, I can’t think straight. My behavior around you changes and I’m incognizant of it. What we have, what I feel, it scares me.”
“Chanel, just say ‘I love you’ damn it!”
“It’s not that simple, and I’m not sure that I do.” I complained.
“Say it,” he ordered.
“I love you.”
His sad eyes closed and his lips covered mine, “I love you too.”
I put my hands on his cheeks and said to him, “I’m so sorry.” He kept his lips covering mine. They were smoldering kisses, unhurried and driven by passion. He opened his mouth for me and my tongue began to caress his. I slid my tongue along his white teeth and across his lips before I sunk my teeth into his lips and tugged at them softly, playfully.
I dropped my hands from his cheeks and began to undo his tie. I opened his dress shirt slowly, button by button. I lowered myself to the floor so I could kneel and kiss his beautiful chest. I kissed his nipple and swirled my tongue around it. I blew on it ever so lightly and then I nipped at it. I continued to tease it with my fingers while I did the same to his other nipple. They were rigid and he was already hard for me when I glanced down at his covered erection.
I continued to pinch his nipples as my lips covered his broad chest slowly going down his abdomen to his abs of steel. His glorious six pack had so many curves and hills that my tongue glided on and my desire to satisfy him took precedence over my own
wanton needs.
I opened his trousers slowly increasing his anticipation like they were a Christmas gift and pulled his cock loose from his shorts. I kissed the very tip of it and slid it down my cheek. He liked that. His eyes closed and I could see the tip get wet instantly.
I licked the drop of stimulation off and then touched his dick to my other cheek. Then I glided it down my throat before I brought it back up again. He was memorized by my adoration of his cock and he admitted, “You’re so beautiful.” I showered it with kisses starting at the tip and then went all the way down to the base. I stroked my tongue from the shaft to the tip and then I took him in my mouth sucking deep and hard.
I was getting so hot and needy that I had to play with myself while I had him in my mouth. He groaned when he noticed I was masturbating, “Let me do that,” he begged.
Creating suction I slowly let his dick come out of my mouth and I reassured him, “Later.” I took him back into my mouth again holding his cock with one hand while I played with myself with the other. I was on the brink of orgasm so I needed to work harder to get him to where I was, but I didn’t know he was already there until I felt his warm fluids unexpectedly start to fill my mouth. I drank it willingly and then focused on my own orgasm. He watched me as I swirled my fingers around my clit and moaned as I reached my own climax.
His cock was all wet and swollen when I was done, but I still needed more. One orgasm wasn’t enough for me, not with this man. It was as though he was reading my thoughts when he whispered, “It’s my turn.” His deep throaty voice weakened any resolve I had and a moan escaped my lips just with the anticipation alone. “Go to your room,” he ordered like he was speaking to a child. It was hot. I did what he told me to and I stood in front of the bed waiting for him to follow me and tell me what to do next.
Bradley came into the room and his presence FILLED it. He owned my body and soul right now, maybe forever. Societal rules didn’t exist when we are alone, together.
We were primal with each other because when we are together everything got stripped naked to our most innate needs. He circled me like I was prey. I cast my eyes down because that’s what you do when an alpha male is circling its prey.
He touched my chin bringing my eyes to his so they were locked onto him. They were carnal with want. I knew I was in trouble because my body instinctively wanted to go into flight mode.
His eyes resembled a wild animal and I was expecting him to be ferocious. He told me, “You will be mine.” He tugged off the belt from my housecoat so it opened. He pushed it off my shoulders so it fell to the floor around my feet. He put his mouth on my shoulder and kissed it.
He took the belt in his hands and used it to tie my wrists together really tight. He stayed standing behind me and began kissing the nape of my neck running his tongue just below my hairline. His lips covered my earlobe and he sucked on it and nibbled before he snapped his teeth down on it.
I gasped loudly because it hurt and then he ordered me to, “Lie down on your back.”I got all excited and climbed to the pillow on the bed but it was awkward because my hands were tied. I put my arms above my head and I was now at his mercy. I waited. He undressed and then joined me on the bed.
His lips resumed kissing and suckling my neck and earlobe. His hot breath made my whole body shiver with excitement. The little hairs on the back of my neck and my arms were standing on end. My nipples hardened without his touch. He liked that, and pinched them hard. I groaned. I want to run my fingers through his hair so bad I begged him to, “Untie me!”
He took both nipples between his fingers and pinched really hard, “No.” I squealed in pain. His lips and tongue went to my sore nipple and he tried to soothe it with licking. His licks were big and long and my entire breast moved with the force of them. He licked it loudly before taking my entire breast in his mouth. He pulled at it like he’s trying to tear it from my body. I moaned out loud oh the effect he had on me, Oh.My.God. He re-pinched the other nipple really hard and his mouth freed my breast to bring comfort to the other one. He licked that one too like a wild animal before he took it entirely into his mouth. Tears of pain were threatening to come to my eyes.
He released my breast and his focus on my body changed, and I was relieved. My breasts survived his attack. My biggest fear lied in anticipation for what he was going to do to my ass.
His lips kissed my stomach and went directly to my clit. He ordered me, “Don’t come, no matter what you do.” He stroked my needy clit with his tongue. I could only imagine how wet I must have been for him. “You taste so good,” he cooed. His tongue dove deeply into my folds only to leave and tease my clit with small short licks. I wanted to squeeze my legs closed with excitement but I felt his strong hands force my legs further apart for him.
I was so vulnerable to him on so many different levels. When he sensed that I was close to coming, he stopped everything and stared at me, chastising me with only his eyes. I smiled back at him with embarrassment, “I can’t help it, you’re so good!”
He fisted my labia into his hands and said, “Nobody penetrates this but me, do you understand? Even if you are in fucking Grimsby, of all places!”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
“Louder!”
“YES!”
He started kneading me with his fingers, expertly I might add. Gentle, small strokes, touching me in all the right places. He was much better than me at getting me off. My vagina was turning into Niagara Falls it was so wet for him. I was bracing myself for the fall over the edge. His lips covered mine and my anticipation heightened. I was moaning into his mouth, panting even, losing control and trying so hard not to come again. That look like ‘you can’t be serious’ expression crossed his eyes. It was almost getting embarrassing.
He caught me up to speed with his intent, “I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked in your life and then when I’m ready to come you are going to flip over on your stomach and I’m going to fuck your ass just as hard.”
Petrified of him shoving his huge dick into my tight ass, I tried to forget about that part. He plunged his throbbing dick into my pussy and thrashed it like the wild animal he was, hard, fast, and furious. I was screaming and breathing at the same time. My voice was going hoarse from strain. My pussy was ravaged with his desire and strength and then I got that dreaded sign to turn over and I braced myself lifting my ass in the air doggy style. He quickly freed my arms so I could put them against the headboard to brace myself.
Two of his fingers forced their way into my pussy for lubrication before he briskly wiped them on my ass and then his cock filled me brutally forcing my entire body forward into the headboard. I had no more voice left. His fingers played with my clit while his dick kept lodging itself in my ass.
My body started to convulse with orgasm and then he spanked it really hard, my skin went red and turned warm instantly. He did it again making sure he hit both sides and he said to me, “Nobody but me ever spanks or penetrates this, do you understand? You are mine!” He was staking his claim.
“Yes,” I said.
“Louder,” He ordered.
“YES!” I barely had a voice but he could tell I was straining it to yell. He thrusted into my ass a couple more times and then relief flooded me as I felt the warm spray of his cum all over my back marking me. I was receptive to it because I thought maybe, just maybe I was falling in love with him. We fell asleep.
~
I woke up to his thick fingers on my soft folds kneading me. I was already aroused when I realized what he was doing. I pretended to still be sleeping so I could concentrate on the pleasurable feeling he was providing me. My body started losing itself into orgasm and when it was done he rolled on top of me lazily and took me slowly.
Now this was nice, almost relaxing. He rode me leisurely and I somehow felt like my mind had separated from my body and I was watching him make love to me. He didn’t warn me or pull out because I could feel his warm release inside of me.
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He rolled off me and held me in his arms. I looked at him, “You’re trying to get me pregnant aren’t you?” I half teased.
“Desperate times, call for desperate measures.” It’s my insurance that you come back to me,” he confessed.
~41~
Aria texted me telling me she was waiting for me downstairs. She picked me up from the loft in her new red Beamer. She was dressed in a white dress suit that was elegant enough for even Kim Kardashian to wear. I had no idea how her taste went from really bad to really good but magically it did. I would have loved to go rummaging through her closet one day just to see all that she had but that was being nosy and I didn’t want her to think I was that.
When I got in her car the rock on her finger hit the sunlight in such a way I was blinded. The only brilliance that outshone that was the smile on her face anytime I mentioned the word Nick or fiancé. She was beaming.
“Hello Bridesmaid!” She almost sung in happiness as I got into the car.
“Hello Bride to be! Are you ready to find me a new place near Grimsby?”
Aria responded, “I’ve got some incredible places lined up! I’m really going to miss you as a neighbor! Are you sure you want to move? You could commute.”
“Positive. I’m ready to start afresh, in a place where nobody knows me.”
I buckled my seatbelt and Aria started the car, “How did the rest of the fundraiser go? Did you have fun?”
“It was okay, until the end. It got bad before it got good.”
“How so?”
“Well, I was just about to leave while the going was good, did I tell you that Chase made a pass at me?”
“Holy Shit! Don’t tell me you turned that God down?”
“He so totally is but first let me tell you about Bradley, twin grizzly God. He cornered me just as I was leaving the fundraiser and pulled me into a closet. We were really close and it was so hot. We started whispering and he asked me if Chase made a pass at me.”
