by Nan Comargue
He pressed her back toward the bed, easing them both down onto it as he sheltered her head in one hand. Then, as she lay beneath the wide shadow of his shoulders, he slipped his hand under her skirt, into her panties and cupped her mound.
He probed her pussy lips with blunt fingers.
“Hmm, wet already. Good.”
He made it sound like she was a purchase he was contemplating making. A doll on a shelf, manufactured solely for his personal pleasure.
He stroked her clit lightly, teasingly. “Do you want to come like this first, with my hand? Or do you want to come in my mouth?”
She spoke into his ear. “Not this time. This time I want to come around your cock.”
He drew back and studied her face for a moment before replying, “Okay.”
Fortunately, he had a couple of condoms tucked in his wallet. He donned one with her help, though four hands tended to make more of a hindrance—except Leda couldn’t stop touching him. His skin was tough in spite of its paleness and she ran her hands compulsively over every rocky ridge and hard line of his body until they were both breathing heavily.
Zach pushed up her skirt and entered her with one long drive, the shock of it heightening her pleasure at being filled by such a big, thick cock. He offered her no respite in which to grow accustomed to his invasion. Before long, he was riding her roughly, rearing his hips back and forth, grinding her clit with the furious friction of their joined bodies.
The old mattress creaked loudly beneath them. Leda’s moans joined the cacophony, along with Zach’s low grunts of exertion as he pounded her pussy over and over. With every strong stroke, he adjusted the angle until no part of her hot channel was untouched. He was everywhere—his hand under her skirt locked onto her bare skin, his mouth on hers as he fucked her toward oblivion.
He released her lips just before he came. He climaxed with explosive suddenness, the warm gush of his cum through the ultrathin latex heating her from the inside out.
Though her pussy walls clutched and grabbed at his dick, she didn’t come. It was too soon. She hadn’t come around him after all.
Zach lay on her like a suffocating blanket. She moved restlessly and he shifted his weight to take some of it off her but he didn’t move and he didn’t withdraw. His cock lay drowsy and soft inside her cunt.
“Zach?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re heavy.”
He finally rolled off her. “Sorry.”
He reached down to strip off the soiled condom. Then he retrieved another one from his wallet.
“What are you doing?” Leda asked.
“I’m not done yet,” he told her. “We’re not done yet. If this is the consolation prize, then I’m going to make it last.”
He helped her out of her clothes before getting up and stripping off the rest of his. He stood with his powerful thighs braced, his dick already stirring back to life from its nest of reddish hair. That was the energy of youth, she guessed, though she couldn’t remember the men having been so eager when she had been that age.
Perhaps that was merely the power of Zach.
He came to her naked and determined, but there was tenderness, too, as he sought the aching peaks of her breasts, teasing them into new life, and as he brought her back to slow arousal, inch by careful inch.
By the time she was wet and ready again, he was fully erect. This time he eased his cock inside her, exercising an almost perfect restraint that made her hunger for more. But when that more came in the form of short measured thrusts, she wasn’t at all satisfied. She wanted more still, but Zach’s pace increased only incrementally, every thrust taking his dick only marginally deeper into her cunt.
The only part of him that moved was his hips, driving his thick cock into her pussy, filling it slowly but surely every time.
It was sex like she’d never experienced before, controlled and deliberate, and it felt very good, like her favorite vibrator wrapped in a sexy package and brought to life.
The only unsettling part was the way Zach watched her face as he fucked her, as if he were memorizing how she looked while he was inside her. If she was using him as a human-sized vibrator, then she suspected he was storing the image of her for his future spank bank.
He did as he promised and made it last a long time, until her pussy started to get sore. Still, his rhythm didn’t flag, continuing to measure out full thrusts that filled her good and deep every time.
“I want to come,” Leda almost sobbed when she realized there was no way to speed him up. Her fingernails in his back didn’t do the trick. Neither did the desperate little kisses she planted across his face, hoping to tease his mouth into joining with hers again. But, no, all he seemed to want to do was stare at her.
The pleasure inside her was mingled with darker pain until it was an unholy amalgam that made her crave both together.
So when Zach replied, “I want you to remember this,” she knew it would be impossible to forget what he’d made her feel—this awful need, this terrible yearning.
He’d succeeded in making her hunger for him the way he’d wanted her for all these years. It was a small sip of ecstasy and agony from his bittersweet cup.
When Zach finally came, her own orgasm followed closely behind it, so dark and wondrous it was like flying through the blackness of an endless night, both freeing and frightening.
The experience was so shattering that it took a long time for her to recover, but Zach stayed with her the whole time, his softening cock embedded inside her pussy for an extended period before he slipped out.
Because he’d been on the verge of hurting her with that marathon fuck, she was glad to see him go, yet she was equally sorry to lose the strong excitement of having him so close.
Leda knew now what it was to want someone so fiercely and, at the same time, to resent the power they held over you.
In a way, some small part of her would never truly belong to her again.
Chapter Ten
“You must be lonely there,” Rae was saying.
“I am,” Leda admitted, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder as she dug around her fridge for something edible. “A little.”
“What about the people at your new firm?” her friend wanted to know. “Are they friendly?”
“Okay,” Leda said, evading the question, “I’m more than a little lonely here. But it’s a good job and that’s what matters, right?”
“R-i-ight.” Her friend didn’t sound convinced, or very convincing, for that matter. “So have you heard from Zach yet?”
Leda pulled her head out of the fridge. “We agreed to let it go.”
“That was nearly two weeks ago,” Rae pointed out. “I figured he was letting you start missing him a bit before he made his next move.”
His next move. The idea ought to have scared her, but it didn’t. It excited her.
“I made it clear that the last time was goodbye,” said Leda.
“Yeah, sure, Leeds—by sleeping with him again. That’s about as clear as mud.”
But Zach was a hardened businessman. He knew when to cut his losses. There was Denise and there were surely others—women who knew how to hold their own against him, women who didn’t have the same hang-ups she did.
It was only a matter of time before Zach recognized that chasing her wasn’t worth the effort.
“It’s been a long week, Rae. I’m going to order a greasy, cheesy pizza and eat it all myself.”
“Sounds like a fun Friday night,” her friend said. “Well, at least open up a bottle of booze to celebrate your first week. The next one will be easier.”
Or the next one after that, perhaps.
She hung up with Rae and ordered the pizza, but nowhere in downtown Calgary seemed willing to deliver her any alcohol, so she ate the pizza accompanied by sugary soda and enjoyed them both very much.
This week, I’ll prowl around the city and find the closest liquor store, plus a halfway-decent taco place. That’s a promi
se. She was getting sick of getting dinner at the barbeque restaurant on the corner.
When her phone rang again, she picked it up without looking at the call display. It had to be Rae. She often called back straight after they hung up, remembering some piece of gossip that it was vital she tell Leda about right away.
“No, I still haven’t heard from him.”
There was a pause then she heard Zach’s voice. “Heard from who?”
“No one,” she said quickly. “Sorry about that. How are you?”
“Fine.” Another pause. “It’s Zach, by the way.”
“I knew that.” Should I not have admitted that? And why do I sound so silly and breathless? “How are you?”
“I’m fine,” he said—for the second time, she belatedly realized.
Damn it. Her hands were shaking. It must have been all that caffeine-laden soda.
“How is Calgary?” Zach asked. He sounded calm and confident, a complete contrast to her ridiculous awkwardness.
“It’s fine.” No, that was his word, his bland, noncommittal response to her. “It’s different from Regina, for sure. Bigger and faster.”
“Have you found a good taco stand yet?”
The question made her laugh and tear up at the same time. Oh, my heart.
“Not yet, but I plan to explore the city this weekend and find one.”
“By yourself?” She couldn’t tell if he was mocking her or not. “Haven’t you found someone to say yes to, yet?”
Definitely mocking.
“No one’s asked,” she told him lightly. “I thought I would practice saying no a few times first. It’s a new city, so I figure I would try to cultivate some new habits.”
“A great loss for the male Calgarians.” He sounded like he was smiling. “It’s a good thing I’m not there, then, because I don’t like ‘no’s’, particularly when they come from you.”
Was he really smiling through that painful statement? She couldn’t. All the hurt and loss of the past few weeks came churning up again. Like it or not, her new job couldn’t fill a hole in her heart. It was entirely the wrong shape.
“If I was there now, would you say yes to me?” Zach asked.
That one was easy. “Yes.”
“Should I book the flight, then?”
Remembering the agony of parting from him, she had second thoughts. “I don’t know.”
“Make up your mind, Leda.”
He wasn’t calm or mocking anymore. He was forceful and insistent, the way he always was, pushing her toward a conclusion she didn’t want to face—ever.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes.”
“Good,” he said. “Your aunt gave me your address. I’m staying in a hotel a few streets from you. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
Zach was at her apartment in five. She’d barely had time to close her gaping mouth from the surprise. Opening the door to him made her see him anew. His face was somehow more alive than the faces of the people she’d met all week. A conqueror’s face. The hint of cruelty was still there in his jaw and chin but she saw, too, the tenderness of his mouth, the vulnerability.
“May I come in?”
Stepping back, she quickly apologized. “Sorry. Yes, of course you may.”
He walked into the apartment, glancing around the interior with interest. “The cobbler’s going barefoot, I see.”
Leda flushed. “It’s the minimalist look.”
He half smiled. “Yes, complete with cardboard boxes.”
Surely he hadn’t flown all the way from Regina to critique the speed of her unpacking.
Zach leaned against her high kitchen countertop that also served as her breakfast table. “It looks as if you haven’t quite committed to the move.”
“I’m here, aren’t I?” she asked peevishly. Who was he to second-guess her choices? “You don’t switch province of residence on a whim. I’ll probably have to get a new driver’s license—when I get a car.”
“You can keep your old one,” he told her. “It’s the next province over. It’s not like they drive on the other side of the road here.”
Why had she agreed to let him come over again? All she felt like doing was slugging him. His life was so perfect. He didn’t have to chase job opportunities across provincial boundaries.
“Why are you here, Zach? Did you come to check up on me?” An awful thought occurred to her as she remembered what he’d said over the phone a few minutes before. “Did my aunt put you up to this?”
Looking across the room, Zach spoke as if addressing an invisible audience. “The vanity of the woman! I had a meeting here in Calgary this morning and have another one tomorrow. I thought I would look you up and have dinner in a civilized setting rather than on top of my laptop.” His eyes settled on the open pizza box. “But I see you’ve already dined.”
Leda laughed. She didn’t quite want to believe his explanation, but surely he couldn’t have manufactured a bunch of meetings simply on the off-chance that she was free for dinner…could he?
“There’s a barbeque restaurant on the corner,” she suggested. “They have pecan pie. I haven’t tried it yet, but it looks heavenly.”
“So you’ll have dessert while I eat my dinner? That doesn’t sound fair. When do I get my dessert?”
“The vanity of the man!” she murmured, loving the teasing. Loving…well, everything about him. The very sight of him, tall, cool and confident, made her stomach quiver. That was more than the after-effects of too much sugar and caffeine.
“You said yes to me on the phone,” Zach reminded her as she paused to pick up her phone and stuff it into her purse.
“That was a hypothetical,” she said, “before I knew you were in town.”
“Exactly,” he said, taking her hand in his firm grip as soon as she locked up her front door. “The stuff of dreams… That’s me.”
She laughed again. This was a different Zach from the one she thought she knew. An away-from-home, Calgary Zach, warm and lighthearted. And she liked him far too much for her own good.
* * * *
“Great barbeque.” Zach was enthusiastic over the pork ribs, despite getting a fair amount of the sauce on his tie.
It served him right. He was the only man in the restaurant wearing a tie. Yet he didn’t look out of place. She’d seen him sauntering through galleries and eating standing up next to a food truck, also in pristine designer suits.
“Try the baked macaroni and cheese,” Leda urged him, gesturing with her sticky fork toward his half-full plate. “It’s just a little bit spicy.”
Zach quirked his lips. “I’d rather try some of your pie.”
“That,” she said, putting her fork down next to her nearly finished slice, “barely qualifies as a single entendre.”
“It’s your fault,” he claimed, “for forcing me to watch you eat whipped cream.”
“It comes with the pie!”
His smile widened into a wolfish grin. “Even better.”
She abruptly sobered. “Zach…”
He followed her by setting down his own utensils. “You set the rules, sweetheart. No strings, right? I’m in town for one night. Nothing could be less stringy.”
If he was trying to charm her, he was succeeding. This new, casual Zach was a far cry from the man whose heart she’d done her best not to break—if only to preemptively save her own.
But she had to be sure the new man wasn’t simply the old one in sheep’s clothes to belie the grin.
“You wanted chains,” she reminded him.
“Will you settle for handcuffs?”
“Zach!” Her protest ended in a sputter of laughter. “What kind of handcuffs?”
“The fuzzy pink kind,” he answered promptly. “I wouldn’t want to bruise those soft wrists with metal.”
Leda dropped her gaze from his glittering eyes to the table. “I won’t mind if you bruise me a little.”
He swore beneath his breath. “Let’s get out of here.”
* *
* *
They christened her couch doggy-style, with Zach kneading her breasts while he pounded her pussy from behind. Later, Leda sat on the kitchen counter while he fucked her wide-open cunt standing up. When they finally reached the bedroom, she was sleepy and exhausted but oh-so-contented. She would have even been happy but for the thought that he would be leaving in the morning.
This was truly a fly-in fuck.
“Still awake?” Zach propped himself up on his elbow on the pillow beside hers. “Should I try again to tire you out?”
“I am tired,” Leda assured him. “You did a good job of that.”
He traced her ruffled eyebrow with his finger. “Yet, you’re still awake.” He paused as if weighing whether to speak further. “Is something wrong?”
She shook her head, suddenly unable to speak. Waves of emotion threatened to drown her reasoning. In another minute, all her best intentions would go out the apartment door. She had to be strong. She had to, for both of their sakes.
Zach rolled over onto his other side, giving her his back. “Fine, don’t tell me.” When he turned back around, she saw he’d put on a condom. He reached between her legs. “This doesn’t lie though, does it? This doesn’t keep secrets from me.”
He was right. Her pussy wanted him, beyond emotion, beyond reason. It only knew what it liked and it didn’t care about the consequences.
He pushed one finger into her tender hole as he watched her face closely. After a few taut seconds, he started to give her some pistoning action, banging her cunt with that clever, clever finger.
When he added another digit, Leda’s eyelids fluttered. Zach gave a satisfied grunt.
She writhed in the sheets, moving her hips to meet his hand, reveling in the way he finger-banged her pussy so perfectly, as if he knew exactly where he needed to be, second by second, to give her the most pleasure. It was a disappointment when he withdrew, though she knew it meant he was about to mount her and fuck her properly.
Round three, coming up.
Except Zach didn’t get on top of her. Instead he moved away, not to retreat to the washroom but to rummage around in her dresser drawers.
