Thirst

by Mia Ford

  I laugh as I see that it is McDonald’s.

  “So, you have a sense of humor?”

  He asks, “The question is, are a Big-Mac girl or a chicken nugget child?”

  “Really so, women that eat chicken nuggets are considered kids?”

  He smirks, “I knew that you were a chicken nuggets kind of girl.”

  “How’s that possible?”

  “You look like a picker, the type that would snack on everything including their meal and miss out their chance of having a real burger.”

  I laugh as he puts the nuggets on my plate with the fries and then he pours us glasses of red wine and I take a sip. Before I entered the room, I was nervous but as we talk, eat and drink. I see a different side of him. Maybe, because we’re no longer in the room. No longer thinking about fucking each other’s brains out.

  “We only have one fucking weekend, we should make the most of it.”

  He waves his finger at me, as he smiles, “You’re quoting my words at me. Touché.” Then he lifts his glass up and toasts to me.

  “Okay, seeing as you’ve had a bit too much wine. There’s something that I really need to know.”

  “Why I have a playroom?”

  I shake my head.

  “Why I put myself for sale on the auction?”

  I frown because that had crossed my mind once, but then it feels irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.

  “Nope.”

  “Okay, I give up. What’s been going through your pretty little head?”

  As he pops the last fry into his mouth. I blurt out, “Okay so please explain to me why there are no pictures anywhere in this house.”

  He makes that face again, the same one that he made when I was trying to talk to him on a personal level before when I entered the dining room.

  “Because some things are too painful to face.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “My mom died of cancer and my dad hung himself.”

  I’m expecting him to say something more, but he doesn’t the conversation ends like that and part of me is searching for a way to make it up to him. To make him see that it’s the past and this is the future, but it dawns on me once again.

  We may have had sex, but it doesn’t mean that we know each other.

  “I shouldn’t have asked and I’m sorry for doing so,” a line has been drawn between us and I question if I should leave now. I never know what to do in the best of times. Especially when it comes to the darkness that’s buried inside of Joshua. He confirmed it by the way he spoke about his parents. I want to ask about other family members, even crack a joke about how mine are alive and they know nothing about me.

  They don’t know that I’m homeless and living with my bestie. I’m twenty-five, unemployed, overweight and I have no future.

  “You see me and think that I have it all?” He's striking me as a man that loves to judge. He probably sees me as the rich, spoiled little girl. I start to get angry thinking that he doesn't know me at all.

  He shakes his head, “No one has it all. It doesn’t exist.”

  His answer surprises me.

  “Some people are happy in their lives. They…”

  “Stand up!”

  I shake my head because I like the fact that we're open and for the first time in my life, I want to share my nightmares. But, just like that he completely switches.

  “We don’t need to do this; we can talk.”

  “We did that, and now I want to fuck.”

  I hate the way that he’s so crude, he lets down his guard for two minutes, and right then he switches the table. Can he just not talk? Have a conversation and then have sex? But then maybe sex is his means of expressing how he feels. Maybe that's how we bond together when he’s in between my legs and not just his cock.

  “I’m not repeating myself again, Scarlett!”

  He’s no longer smiling or exchanging words as he was a few minutes ago. Now, he’s commanding me and making me feel uncomfortable. I want to tell him that I’m sorry. That I shouldn’t have interfered. Before I even get the chance to do that like a panther, he kicks over the chair that I once sat on and he’s holding me. It’s as if time stands still as I freeze. I’m debating in my mind if I should just use the safe word.

  Then again, curiosity gets the better of me once again, and I want to know how far he’ll go. Will I push him that he will become violent or will he awaken from the dark cloud and realize that the past in the past. That was what he said, but judging by the lack of photos and his dismissal of the subject I get the impression that they were empty words.

  He drags my dress off my body.

  “Ah!”

  I shout out, thinking that I need to say, Elsa. I need to use my safe word now.

  Then he tugs at my bra and pulls it apart. It snaps at my back. I’m acting as if I know him in the short time that we’ve been together. I was with Sam for five years, and if someone had told me that he'd do the things that he did, I would have laughed in his face.

  I know that any moment now. Joshua will stop.

  Then he bends down and rips my thongs like they’re a piece of string.

  I’m standing naked, not facing him, but the door. The one that I can run to so quickly, and he couldn’t stop me. I wouldn’t even need a safe word, and he would never see me again.

  Never.

  “Open your legs wider!”

  He moves away from me, and I know that this is my chance. The plates are still on the table. The bottle of wine that we were drinking is nearly empty, but our glasses are half full. There’s nothing to keep me here. I could run through the kitchen.

  My heart’s beating out of control as I watch him pass me. His eyes are on me; there’s no trace of anger as he moves slowly to the door.

  Once he closes it, he growls, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  Hearing him say the words and knowing that he’s calmed down makes me open my legs wider and shut my eyes. I love the darkness and the surprise of his touch. The idea that he can just take me whenever he wants was something that I never thought about until earlier today. When he told me to close my eyes, that’s when I discovered that it’s the most erotic thing in the world.

  Not knowing what he’s going to do next.

  “You’re learning fast. You seem to surprise me more than I even surprise myself this weekend.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It’s as if you calm me. Whenever I feel tension, I just turn to you, and it seems to go away. Something that’s never really happened to me before.”

  I smile, “Does it scare you?”

  He laughs, “No, because I know that it’s only a weekend and maybe, it’s your golden hair that seems to calm me. It makes you appear innocent, but then you're far from it when you're screaming like a ”

  Joshua unties my bun, and I feel the loose strands drop over my naked body.

  “I can tell that you’ve bene making good use of the vanilla shampoo today.”

  Is there anything that he doesn’t miss?

  His attention to detail is incredible, but then again he’s in the property business maybe that’s why he has such an acute eye.

  My hairs stand up as if they’re attracted to him like a magnet. I want to pull him close. I want to say something, anything that would help me figure out what’s going on.

  A tear escapes my eyes as he turns me around to face him. I can’t see him, but I know once I look into those emerald eyes, I’ll melt. I gasp as I feel his length brushes against my thigh. I’m naked with only my heels on, and after his length had brushed me, I knew that I wasn’t the only naked one in the room.

  Joshua’s so close, too close that my erect nipples are aligned with his. He’s over six feet tall, and with my three-inch heels, I feel as if we’re face-to-face. I hold my breath as he gently presses kisses up and down my neck. He isn’t touching me with his fingers. Just kisses are darting gently at the top of my body.

  “Did I upset you
just now when I said that it was only a weekend?”

  He stops for a minute, and I feel so silly for being all emotional. He’s right it is a weekend, that was the agreement, so why am I so fucking sad?

  “Yes. But then I know that you’re right. This is just a weekend.”

  Joshua has a way of controlling me with his smile, touch and even simply his presence. I start to get wet. I don’t want to, and I frown at the idea of standing with my legs open in high heels when I should’ve been heading out the door.

  His head is between my legs and his hands around my ankles as he starts to lower himself down.

  “Don’t move!”

  He’s demanding it before his tongue darts straight into my wetness. Then he gently onto my ankles and pierces his tongue at my G-spot. I stand, trying not to disobey. It’s so hard because I’m becoming weaker and weaker at the knees the more he presses against my clit. His tongue is making a perfect figure eight.

  His lips are blowing, and it’s driving me wild. I know I’m so close to the edge of climaxing, and the only words that can escape my lips are, “Hmm, I’m…”

  Joshua takes control of my orgasm. He keeps moving slowly in and out, and his fingers tease my ankles. They gently caress them as if every single movement, is done with so much attention.

  “Yes!” I scream out as I feel so weak, as I stand like a rag doll as my knees become weak.

  Joshua lifts me up, the temptation to see where we’re going is so great, but I resist temptation as I try to regain my thoughts and some energy. Joshua pushes me against the wall and as my back touches it, he holds onto my breasts. This can only mean one thing: he wants relief, and it’s going to be against the wall.

  My head moves to the side, encouraging him to slide his tongue into my mouth. I suck on his tongue as his fat cock strokes my cunt. Once was always enough for me. I would need a rest especially after climaxing so hard. But with Joshua it’s different. I’m automatically wet again.

  As much as I wanted to leave earlier, I can’t. Joshua never forced me, he even gave me the option of a safe word, yet the curious part of me wanted to stay.

  It’s as if my feet are in quicksand and I can’t move. Joshua always starts slowly and then he enters me slowly with his cock. I forgot how big he is until he thrust it in and then it stretches me the more he rocks his butt back and forth. I thought that it was the end of his length, but with every thrust, it feels bigger each time. He has one hand on my breast, and he focuses on my clit with the other. His fingers stroke it as he circles his hips, my pussy becoming once again acquainted with his member.

  He’s not going to pump into me.

  I want to scream, but I keep sucking his tongue. I start to lap it harder as I feel his cock grinding, my pussy’s crying for more. I whimper as he withdraws his tongue from my mouth and asks, “What do you need me to do?”

  I’m confused by his question. He just broke away like that and hit me with a question.

  “Don’t stop.”

  He shakes his head, “No, what do you need me to do.”

  I need him to keep on fucking me. Instead of putting his cock back inside, he circulates his length around the entrance of my pussy. Then he drops my breast and uses both hands to stroke my arse, and alternates the movement to my clit.

  I’m frustrated and finally blurt out, “Fuck me!”

  “What did you say?”

  “Fuck me!” I shout with my head pressed against the wall thinking that he’d heard me. I said it, I admitted it. He wants me to tell him that I want him. I thought that it was evident, I said to him only a few minutes ago that I didn’t want this weekend to end.

  We move again, he has me in his arms, and my eyes are still firmly shut. That’s when IU hear the plates drop to the floor. He pushes me onto the dining table effortlessly, but with my tits on the firm wood. I spread out my arms wondering what he’s going to do next.

  “This is going to hurt!”

  “What?”

  Then his thumb starts to go up my ass, and I know exactly what he’s talking about. We’re going to have anal sex. Something that I told Sam that I would never consider in a million years. I’m lying face down on the dining room table with my heels still on my feet, offering Joshua, the guy that I’d met only yesterday to stick it to me up the butt.

  I should protest and tell him that this isn’t something that I’m ready to do. Not yet. Not ever.

  “Remember you’ve got your safe word? If it gets too much…”

  He growls as he changes from putting his thumb in there to his fingers.

  “Elsa!”

  I nod, thinking that he didn’t need to remind me. This one act would be something that I’ll remember.

  He strokes my back, “Try to relax. You’re too tense.”

  I move in sync with the rhythm that he’s creating as he starts to rock me back on forth on the table. It’s not the most comfortable position in the world, but with my eyes closed and focusing on how he’s making me feel. I soon forget about my fears as he replaces his fingers with his cock.

  “That’s my girl,” he purrs as I start to relish in the pleasure.

  I close my eyes and hear him gentle push into me. I rock on the table, but then he has one hand on my waist keeping me steady.

  “Your ass is so fucking tight!”

  Now, I understand the fascination of anal sex. The idea used to gross me out, but it’s so different from him putting it in my pussy.

  “I can’t even hold back any longer. I’m fucking coming!”

  He barks as he starts to pump me harder, I think that his whole length is inside of me as I leverage my weight against the table. Then with a couple of forcible and harder thrusts, he drops on top of my back as I feel his come shoot up my spine.

  As I try to stand up, I struggle with the weight of my heels, and now I feel sore. The reality of what took place starts to take its turn as his length turns soft and he removes it. Like a delicate flower, he lifts me up.

  “You must be exhausted?”

  I whisper, “Sore and tired.”

  With one flick my heels which felt as if they were implanted on my feet, drop to the floor. I feel as if I’m being rescued as I wrap my arms around him and he takes me up the stairs. We’re both naked, and I remember him shutting the door earlier. I want to ask him if someone else in the house, but my throat is dry and I’m tired. I snuggle against him as we get to the top of the stairs and he moves in a different direction. Not my room and I wonder if he’s taking me to his room.

  Wow!

  I don’t say a word as I open one eye and take in my surroundings. He flicks on the light, and I can see that his room is no different to the one I’ve been staying in. Paintings hang on the wall, and he has a four-poster bed, which is double the size of mine. The room is beige and there’ s nothing personal about it. Maybe the papers that are scattered on the desk in the corner are the most personal part of the room.

  As he lays me on the bed, I smell the same woody scent of his cologne, and it should be enough to make me fall asleep, but then he whispers something so that I know that we may be upstairs, but he's not done.

  “I’m going to make love to you. This is what you need and want right now.”

  He’s right I do need tenderness, but I also need rest. He’s a beast with a constant erection.

  Doesn’t his cock ever get tired?

  He sighs as he makes his way to the bathroom to clean himself. I watch him like a frozen statue as I wait for him to return. I need to clean up too, and it is as if he read my mind as he returns with a towel. My pussy wants more, and it knows he’s willing to give it. As he makes his way back, Joshua kisses me on the forehead, then my cheeks and finally my lips.

  My wetness is driving me mad as it starts to flow when his length strokes my pussy. I can’t believe it feels this way after what he did, and I feel betrayed.

  Every part of me is letting me down, my pussy for reacting every time he touches me. Joshua rocks on top of
me, all the time looking directly into my eyes with his gentle emerald gaze, and I run my hand through his hair. At that moment, he kisses me. He kisses me again and part of me doesn’t know what to think. At first, he didn’t want to kiss me at all, and now it’s as if he can't stop.

  Joshua’s causing so many mixed emotions in my mind that I can’t think straight. I kiss him back with hunger as he gently enters my pussy, and my legs wrap around him so we can be as one. Joshua thrusts gently inside me, using his hands to caress my sides, my face and at times, to drive my head closer to his as we kiss.

  It is one of the most romantic times we’ve experienced together, and I want it to stop. This is just one weekend, soon it’ll be over, and another will take my place I’m confident about that. He’s a man that’s had women here before; I know that I’m not the first and certainly won’t be the last.

  There an aching as my pussy clenches with what feels like the last orgasm I’ll ever have in my lifetime. After we finish rocking and I wonder how one man can come all the time.

  “We shouldn’t have done it without a condom,” I say feeling silly that after it’s happened, I now want to tell him that we should have practiced safe sex.

  “Well, there’s the after pill, you could get that tomorrow?”

  I shake my head while still looking directly into his eyes, “Sure.”

  He rolls off me, and I sigh, “Silly me.”

  I’m not used to these situations. I was on the pill for so long that the moment I had my first period and Sam had dumped me. I stopped taking it.

  I turn to face him. I’m trying to read his mind and figure out what’s happening between us. I’m acting as if we have a future together when it is evident that we don’t.

  I lay beside him with my arms wrapped around him for safety and comfort. He continues to stroke me as I hold onto him for dear life. I don’t understand it at first, but then I don’t care as for the first time in a long time I feel completely safe and warm being in another man’s arms. Even if it’s only for the weekend.