Chapter 14

 Janelle

A bath.

That’s just what mommy needed. I called Beth and had her take Max. She lives at home with her parents and they love him, so she was totally willing to take him off my hands for a few hours.

So now, here I am, lying in the bath, trying to do anything but think of Chris. And it’s not working. Every time I try to get my mind on something else, it goes back to him.

I wish he’d never come back. The last two years have been long, but I’d managed to get my mind off of him and accept the fact that he just wasn’t coming back and I’d never see him again. Maybe if I’d known he was going to be in town I could have prepared myself, but for him to just walk back into my life like that…I wasn’t ready.

And now I don’t know what to do. Those feelings I tried to ignore just came roaring back to the surface and no matter how hard I try, I just can’t push them back down.

And now I’m thinking even more about it and suddenly I don’t want to be in the tub any more.

This is maddening!

I got everything ready. I had my bath bomb, my weird scented oil thing that made everything smell like lavender and peppermint, my cup of chamomile tea and a good book. But every time I try to read, I get about five words in and lose focus.

Finally, I come to a realization: I need to talk to Chris.

Like it or not, something needs to be said. I can’t just sit here wondering, waiting, with this big huge question mark hanging over our…relationship. If you could even call it that. There are just too many things that need answers and I know if we don’t actually clear the air, I’m never going to be able to relax.

Frustrated, I kick the drain to empty the tub and stand up. My towel is hanging on the hook by the sink. I grab it and do a quick dry off and wrap it around my body. I step out of the tub and bring my tea into the kitchen and set it by the sink.

But how do I find him?

I could drive over to his house, but what if he’s throwing a party and has all kinds of…bitches and skanks there? I don’t want to see that. But then again, if that’s the kind of guy he is, it’s better to know that now than later.

I’ll get dressed and drive over there, and if he’s not there, I’ll wait. Beth will keep Max overnight if she doesn’t hear from me, and Max loves her so it won’t be a problem. She’s basically his aunt at this point – an aunt that I pay.

It’s time to get dressed and get in the car. I head down the hall toward my bedroom when something happens that freezes me in my steps. A knock at the front door.

It can’t be!

It must be Beth for some reason. Maybe Max fell down and hurt himself or just isn’t feeling well and wanted to come home. Maybe he’s being a brat and Beth wants some help with him. But I doubt it.

If Max hurt his knee she’d clean him up and call me and let me know that everything was fine. And unless Max was throwing up, she knows how to take care of him when he’s not feeling top notch. Or she’d call me and ask me if I wanted her to bring him over. She wouldn’t just show up out of the blue.

Carla is working. My mom’s at home and would call first. Everyone would call first. Everyone but…

My blood pressure jumps as my heartbeat rises. I feel like a stunned prey animal and I don’t know whether to run into the bedroom and hide, or race to the front door and tear it open. It has to be Chris. There’s just no one else it could be. So how do I handle this?

Another knock. Louder this time.

He knows I’m here. My car’s in the driveway, it’s the evening and my lights are on. And why wouldn’t I want to see him? Two seconds ago I was ready to get in the car and drive over to his house to talk to him. So why am I freaking out right now?

I just wasn’t expecting this! I needed time. Time to get dressed, get ready, prepare myself…but now here he is at my front door!

“Janelle.” I hear his voice from outside and my heart almost stops. He knows I’m here. I can’t read the tone in his voice though. Is he mad? Upset? Sad? It could be anything! What does he want!?

Fine. There’s nothing left to do. So what if I’m in a towel? I walk to the front door, unlock it and pull it open.

And there he is. Chris Mitchell. And he looks more gorgeous than ever. How is that possible? Does he somehow get better looking every time I see him?

He stares at me. I stare back. Our eyes are locked to each other and I realize we’re both in the same situation; neither of us knows what to say! But I’m captivated by him. Helpless. Seeing him is like being put under a spell. I don’t know what to do, but I can tell by the way he’s looking at me what’s going to happen next.

With an almost frightening speed, Chris lunges toward me and grabs me with both hands on either side of my face. He pulls my lips to his and kisses me with such an intensity that I can feel the tension of the last two years pour out between us. I hear the door slam behind him as he kicks it shut.

He pushes his tongue hungrily into my mouth and I kiss him back like nothing could be more right in the world. His hands are rough and strong and I can feel there’s no way he’s letting me go. He pulls me close and I can already feel his arousal in his pants.

Before I have time to think, he hooks one hand into my towel and pulls. It drops to the floor leaving me completely exposed in front of him. I’m shy, but also utterly turned on. I feel entirely at his mercy. He pulls back and moves his hands to my waist and looks me over, taking me in.

The tension is unbelievable. I want his cock inside me. Now. I grab his waist and pop open the top button and slide my hand inside his pants. His dick is already rock hard and I feel the slick wetness of pre-cum dripping from the tip. Words can’t describe how much I want him. I can’t imagine how wet I must already be.

He moves his hand to the back of my head and presses me down onto my knees in front of him. He pulls his pants down and exposes his cock, hard and standing out straight like a flag pole. Without hesitation, I grab it with both hands and shove it in my mouth.

The taste of his pre-cum drives me wild. It’s so primal what I’m feeling. I want him to take me, but I also want to show him I know how to please him. As I suck his cock, I look up at him with wide eyes, and he looks back down at me. He brushes my hair back gently, but as I press his cock deeper into my mouth, I see his expression change.

Hunger.

He grabs my head and pushes, forcing his dick deeper and deeper into my mouth until it’s pressing into my throat. I do my best to breathe, open and accept his length, but it’s impossible. He’s just too big. He pushes and I feel myself gag. I try to suppress it, but I have to cough. He doesn’t let up and I feel my eyes begin to water.

He wants me bad and it’s turning me on beyond belief.

I gag again and finally Chris releases me. I pull my head back and grab his cock with both hands and jerk it as I recover and suck air into my lungs.

“You’re so big,” I stammer as I swallow and recover. He grunts with assurance and approval and I look up at him as he presses his cock back into my mouth.

I can feel myself getting wet and reach down and begin rubbing myself. I don’t know what’s come over me. This isn’t like me. I’m normally very shy and reserved, but Chris brings out a passion within me like I’ve never known.

There’s nothing more I want right now than to have him inside me. But he is in control – and I like that. So I keep sucking his dick like he wants me to, rubbing my clit and feeling how wet I am. It almost hurts how turned on I am and if Chris doesn’t give me some relief soon I might just burst.

Luckily, it seems he’s as turned on as I am. He pulls his hips back and slips his cock from my lips. He reaches down and grabs my hips with both hands, pulls me to my feet, and before I realize what’s happening, slams me up against the wall. He pushes down on my lower back, forcing me to arch toward him. Then, I feel his cock pressed against my lips.

There’s no time to react. Chris rams his cock into me without hesitation, the entire length, straight into me. I feel like I’m being ripped in two – and I love it.

“Fuck!” I scream, slapping a hand against the wall. The sting on my palm distracts me from the pain as he starts fucking me. But that pain is soon replaced by unrelenting pleasure.

My knees go instantly weak, but Chris quickly grabs me by the hips and holds me up. I reach out and press both forearms against the wall as Chris rams me. My head lolls against the wall. There’s literally nothing I can do but submit. He’s having his way with me and he knows exactly how to do it. He drives me wild.

His cock goes in and out with perfect rhythm. His rough hands against my hips let me know that I am his. No matter what has happened between us, this feels right. No, this feels perfect.

I’m dripping wet all over his cock. My mouth hangs open and a moan escapes my lips as he picks up the pace.

“Fu-fuck me…Chris,” I manage to mutter as I try to brace myself against the wall.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he almost shouts behind me, sounding almost angry. I feel his cock twitch and know that he’s already trying not to cum. This just turns me on more and I feel myself getting close to my own orgasm. And he feels it too. “You gonna cum already?”

“Yes!” I gasp, feeling the little ball of pleasure within ready to explode and overwhelm me. Chris keeps his rhythm but somehow manages to push even deeper inside me. My eyes almost pop out of my head. All breath escapes my lungs and I feel the pressure building.

Chris’s sweat drips onto my back. I can feel his balls slapping against me in rhythm with his strokes. Each time my clit sends a shock through my entire body, driving me closer and closer.

“I’m so close,” I tell him.

Chris does something, somehow, that sends me over the edge. I don’t know what. All I know is his cock is magic.

“Cum for me,” he tells me.

And I do.

My legs literally give out from under me and I collapse to the floor. Chris’s cock slips out of me, almost ruining my orgasm, but as I slam to the ground I feel his hands on my ass. He spreads me open and drives his cock back where it belongs. Somehow, this ignites me further, amplifies things. My entire body shivers and shakes and I feel my eyes roll back in my head.

All Chris can do is put his hands on me and pin me down against the floor with his body, his cock buried inside me, all of its girth and length threatening to split me open as my pussy clenches down on him.

I feel his teeth on my ear. His breath on my cheek as he groans. He’s trying not to cum as well and this turns me on even more.

He likes it.

I know he does, but I like knowing it.

Everything seems to go on mute for a second as I start to come down. I feel wonderfully helpless beneath Chris’s strong body. I can feel his strong abs on my back and his chest muscles as he breathes. His hands caress my body as I do my best to stay conscious as my body is racked with pleasure.

Just as I’m coming around, Chris pulls out of me so quickly I’m shocked, grabs me by both hands and flips me over and does something I was not expecting.