26
I stumbled into my apartment, not drunk, but dead tired from the entire events of the trial and the celebration afterward. I drug my fingers through my hair, trying to loosen up the stiffness from the product I used to give myself a respectable look. When I looked at myself in the mirror that morning while wearing the borrowed suit and having my hair slicked back, I was afraid of what I saw. I could have been a businessman, a yuppie, instead of a man that worked with my hands and lived to get dirty.
“Thank God for dodged bullets,” I muttered to myself as I tugged off the jacket and started to loosen the tie.
There was a knock at my door, holding me up from getting comfortable. I growled out a curse and went to answer it. I wasn’t keen on celebrating my proven innocent, so if it was Teddy or Wilson, I was prepared to tell them to fuck off. I jerked the door open, the curse on the tip of my tongue. I held it though, dumbfound by who I saw on the other side of my door. It was like at the courthouse when I thought I saw her, I was struck.
Madi stood at the door, her hair loose around her shoulders and she wore a light blouse to go with a charcoal pencil skirt. She had taken on a relaxed look, like when she and I first started dating, it looked like she decided to keep it.
“Hi Sid,” she gave me a nervous smile.
I shook off the shock of seeing her and tried to mirror her smile, but it didn’t feel right.
“Hey Madison,” I thought I’d say her full name, because it had been a little while since I last spoke to her. “Did you…” I paused, trying to keep from losing my cool. I rubbed the back of my neck as I eyed her, I could feel my dick starting to betray me by just reacting to her appearance. “Did you need something?”
“I was hoping I could talk to you,” she fidgeted with hands in front of her, looking down and away from me. “May I come in?”
“Sure,” I stepped away from the door and opened it further for her. I watched her enter, and it was like I hadn’t gotten her smell out of my nose or the feel of her out of my memory. It took all my damn restraint to not hug her to me. She decided when she cut contact with me that she didn’t want me anymore. “What did you want to talk about?”
I watched her take a breath then she looked at me, her green eyes huge behind her glasses and determined.
“I need to tell you that I’m sorry,” that caught me off guard. “You were right.”
These were two things a man never expects to hear from a woman in one night.
“If I had bothered to analyze the time we had together before actually going to your trial,” Madi paused then continued, “I would have known without a doubt that you were innocent.” I swallowed hard, she had been there. “I know you aren’t a terrible person,” her voice lowered, and I watched her shift from one foot to another as she seemed to collect what she wanted to say.
“Thanks,” I kept my voice low, not wanting to give her any sort of distraction. “I appreciate it.”
“I’m a terrible girlfriend,” she blurted out suddenly, her face flushing. “I didn’t support you or believe you when you were telling the truth. I assumed the worse and found out that it wasn’t true.”
She used present tense on that, I noted. “You say that like you are, still, my girlfriend.”
Her gaze dropped, and she paled, it wasn’t until then that I realized how harsh I sounded when I said that.
“I wouldn’t deserve to be,” she said lowly. “You never asked anything from me, you never made demands for anything other than a little bit of my time. You gave me so much and then the one time you run into a little trouble… I abandoned you.”
I didn’t make an effort to reassure her, since my arrest I had felt like shit and I can only imagine what having her around to lean on would have done to alleviate the stress that I felt. I know I wouldn’t have been as depressed, it probably would have been easier to get distracted with her. I missed her, seeing her here made me realize just how much I missed her. My chest hurt and my throat felt tight as I processed what she said. She wanted forgiveness.
“You still want me?” I managed to ask.
“I never stopped wanting you,” she took a step closer to me, there were only a short few feet between us now. “I just didn’t know how to handle what was happening, and the only thing I could think to do was put distance between us. It seemed like a good idea, and it seemed like the safest thing to do. I couldn’t get hurt, and I didn’t have to worry about getting into trouble, too.” She released a breath and reached forward, her hand skimming over the button down I wore. “Is there any way I can make it up to you?”
“I don’t want you in any kind of trouble,” my voice felt thick, and it felt like it was hard to talk with as tight as my throat had gotten. “I’d never do anything that would get you in trouble. You know that, right?”
“I do now,” she edged closer to me, there was barely a breath between us.
I could put my arms around her and feel the relief of having her close to me, but I waited. She’d made me go through all of this I was going to make her feel some grief like I had.
“I should have known that in the beginning,” her voice sounded small and she looked at where her hand rested on my shirt. “You are the first person to tell me that they loved me and you meant it. I knew when I heard you say it the first time that you meant it. Every time you would say it there was a ring of truth to it. I just,” she paused and looked up at me. “I just didn’t realize how I felt until I had to go without you.”
I wanted to touch her so bad. But I didn’t want to distract her from what she was saying.
“How do you feel about me?” I asked, locking my eyes with hers.
“I love you,” it was breathed out like a whisper, but it hit me right in the gut.
If I had any reservations about doing anything with Madi they were gone after hearing her say those three little words. I didn’t even give her the chance to say anything else. I closed the little distance between us that was left. I bent down, and I caught her mouth with my own. I cupped the back of her head and tilted her back so that when her lips parted, I could thoroughly taste her. I might have groaned when I dipped my tongue into her mouth. I missed the sweetness of her flavor just about as much as I missed the rest of her. It made me want to taste every inch of her.
Her hands clenched at the button down that I wore, and I felt her give it a slight tug. That was enough for me. I gave the tie a final pull, and I ripped away from her to pull it over my head. I didn’t even bother with the buttons of the shirt when I tugged it out of my pants and over my head to follow the tie. I felt like I had been at arm's’ length with everyone, and now that I had the one person that I wanted right here with me I was going to do all that I could to feel every inch of her. I worked my way backward in the direction of my room, I needed her. She followed me, maybe she needed me like I needed her.
Now that I had my shirt out of the way, her hands trailed up along the length of my chest, skirting around my pecs, causing the muscles to twitch. Her touching embroiled me more, and I reached out to start unbuttoning her blouse. As soon as I had it open, I pushed it off her shoulders then began to make short work of her skirt.
By the time I backed into my sad little bed, I had her down to her bra and panties. I was still sporting my slacks, but I didn’t care. I swept my hands along her, cupping her breasts and tugging her bra up and out of the way so I could tease her nipples into tight little peaks. I tugged my mouth from hers, and she let out a gasp of protest that quickly turned into a low moan as I dragged tongue along her jaw.
“God,” her voice was breathy. “I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you.”
“I know.”
I sat down on the bed and tugged her between my knees so I could kiss my way down her neck. I scraped my teeth against her collarbone, and she sighed, her hands sweeping up over my shoulders and around my neck. I shifted my way down her chest to catch a breast in my mouth; I leaned forward against her as I laved it with my tongue before I latched fully on the hardened peak and sucked. Her fingers sifted through my hair and with a gentle tug I drug my mouth along the patch of skin to her other breast.
“I missed you,” she gasped out, starting a light babble. Like it was something she needed to get out, “Everywhere I looked I would see a shadow of you.” I set my teeth against her sensitive nipple and looked up at her face, watching as her brows went together and felt her shiver against me. “I would dream about you and wake up to my bed being empty. Like there was a hole in it and in my heart,” her eyes fluttered open, and she met my gaze. “And I’m the one that created it.”
I reached behind her to unhook her bra then I pulled away long enough to strip it off of her.
“You can make it up to me,” I assured her. “We all make mistakes.”
Once it was out of the way, I pushed her panties down her hips, running my hand down along her ass as I did. She pulled away from me and her eyes connected with me.
“I’m not going to be stupid and let go this time. I’m not going to turn away when things get scary.”
“Hopefully, you don’t have to worry about me getting arrested again,” I assured her. “Never want to experience that again.”
“I won’t leave you to face it alone if it does happen again,” she pressed her brow to mine. “I want to be there to support you through the hard times.”
My heart sped up in my chest, hearing her say that seemed to have the same effect as hearing her say she loved me. I tugged her onto my bed, a measly full-size thing that would make this cramped and hard to maneuver on. I flung her onto her back so I could prowl above her.
“Keep saying stuff like that,” I growled at her. “And you won’t ever be rid of me.”
“Maybe I don’t want to get rid of you,” she retorted, her breathing was heavy, and she pushed her fingers into my beard until she could get a decent handful. She gave it a tug, and I had no choice but to come to her. “Maybe I want to wake up every morning with you next to me.”
She met me the rest of the way to give me a hungry kiss. It was like the last few weeks didn’t even exist, all that shit went out the door. All that there was; was her and me. I wanted to reaffirm the taste of her, not just her mouth. I pulled away from her and followed the line of her throat down her chest over her stomach down to the little line of curls between her thighs. She didn’t resist me; she stayed stretch out across my bed as I shifted her thighs up onto my shoulders and parted her lower lips. She flushed a bright pink, and I could see just how wet she was, maybe her admitting all of this did something to her. Or maybe she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I rolled my tongue over the length of her slit, tracing it up to the little bundle of nerves at the top. She twitched and moaned; her hands went into my hair and tugged as her hips began to roll up against my mouth.
I knew she liked this, and I understood why, having her lips wrapped around my cock those weeks before was pure heaven. I worked two fingers into her and watched as she threw her head back, moaning aloud at how good it felt. My name was like a prayer flowing from her lips, and I decided I wanted to hear it again. I reached up to stroke her breasts just as I sucked her clit into my mouth. Her hips bucked against my face in response and I used my teeth to make her whimper before I soothed her with light swipes of my tongue. I wasn’t sure how long I stayed between her knees, but it was well past the time that she clenched around my fingers and cried out at just how much she loved me. I pulled my fingers from her and pressed my tongue into her quivering hole, savoring her flavor.
She clenched, and I felt her hands tugging at my hair, “Please, it’s too much.”
That was enough, I decided, and I pulled away from her sweet cunt. I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and looked down at her.
“I don’t have any condoms here, sweetcheeks,” it was probably for the best to admit it. “Left ‘em all at your house.”
She tugged me down to her, her arms going around my neck and her hips pressed against mine. It was then I realized I still had fucking slacks on. She left a damp spot from where she rocked up against my clothed dick. If I wasn’t going to need to get the suit cleaned before, I would definitely need to now. But, fuck it; it’s hard to resist a beautiful woman thrusting against you.
“I don’t care,” she breathed, reaching down the tug at my belt. “I want you, I want you in me,” she kissed me, sweeping her tongue against my lips and I’m sure she got a generous tasting of her cum still clinging to my face. “Before everything happened,” she had my belt open and was working on the buttons of the pants. “I got on birth control. I have an implant in my arm,” my brows went up, and I pulled away to look at her. “Before I wanted to feel every bit of you, I wanted to nothing between us,” her voice shook a little as she looked up at me. “I still want that. I want nothing between us and I want you. If you can forgive me for abandoning you,” she seemed to be searching my expression. “I want to give you everything that I have.”
“I want it,” I assure her, letting her press the slacks that are only slightly too big for me. “I want you, I want everything. I’m going to take it all and give you everything in return.”
As soon as she got my dick free and the pants down around my ankles, she started stroking me. She made sure she had me to the point of throbbing and I lowered myself down. As I got close, she aimed me into her sopping wet entrance. Nothing was between us as I started to ease into her, just the tight heat of her giving in. There was no barrier preventing me from feeling the silky wetness, the only lubricant was her. I groaned and buried my face against her throat.
“I’m not going to be able to use condoms again.”
“I don’t want you to,” her breath was shaky. “I want to feel all of you. Ever bit of you in me.”
I thrust forward so that my cock became fully seated in her and it was all I could do to not bust it right then.
“You keep talking like that,” I started, grunting as her muscles fluttered around me. “And this is going to be embarrassingly short.”
I propped myself up on my elbows, and she leaned forward to kiss me again. Words became secondary, anything else said was a babbled mess of feelings that just seemed to pour out unfiltered. I found a rhythm steadily enough, taking a little time to adjust to the feel of her and the throbbing flutter of her muscles. Her thighs latched onto my hips, and her legs were wrapped around me just as tightly as her cunt. It left little wiggle room, and if I had the dumb idea of needing to escape, I would have to fight for it. She held onto me like I was a life raft; like she was drowning the sensation of each raw thrust.
Condoms are definitely overrated. I couldn’t even remember if I ever had the opportunity to fuck a girl raw, but here I was swearing into her ear that I would worship her forever for just the opportunity to fuck her like this. Her fingers curled into my hair, and she was gasping out how good it felt again, she was wringing my cock almost painfully. It felt so good.
I managed to keep going, even as her nails dug into my back and shoulders. I worked my way through the choking hold she had on me until I felt her gush around my cock. It was the most delicious feeling, and I stopped for a beat as she quaked around me, her cries going unfettered. It was enough for me to realize there was some truth to her words. She missed me just as much as I missed her; this was more than just sex or fucking. Hell, she admitted she loved me. Even as she came down from the high of the orgasm that just rolled through her, I heard reverent whispers of ‘I love you’ tickling my ear.
I let out a long groan and began thrusting again, my balls felt heavy, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. But there was something extra about riding out her orgasm that I just wanted to enjoy that heated embrace. I pressed my forehead to her shoulder and put a bit more force behind my hips. I wouldn’t last long, but I was going to go out with a fucking bang. Her fingers scraped against my skin, and I could feel her trembling around me as I forged ahead harder.
“Everything,” I bit out next to her ear. “I want it all.”
“Yes,” she moaned in response.
“Me and you through thick and thin,” I growled and sat up on my needs, my hands going to her hips as I ground against them. “You don’t get to bail when shit hits the fan and gets scary. You understand?”
She nodded, her face flushed and her gaze blurred. “Not going… anywhere,” she said between gasps.
“I don’t care if this is still new,” I huffed and kept pounding into her. “I will,” the shakes started, and I tried to hold on as I could feel everything getting tight. “Be putting a ring,” I gritted my teeth, I didn’t want to come just yet. “On this,” I gasped then seized as I exploded into her.
I saw stars, and it was all I could do to not fall forward onto her. I melted down, trying my best to keep from putting too much weight on her. My hips jerked as it felt like I just poured three weeks worth of come into her. It had been that fucking long.
“God,” I hissed, still feeling the throbbing as my dick started to go soft. “Damn,” I shifted to kiss her face. “That was too fucking long to go without this,” I winced and licked the side of her mouth. “Fucking torture, woman.”
“I’m sorry,” she panted under me, making no move to wiggle out of my grasp. Her inner muscles loosened their hold on me, and she rolled her hips as she seemed to enjoy me just being in her. “I promise it won’t--”
A bang on my bedroom wall interrupted her, and we both jerked to look up at it. “That’s enough,” a voice boomed on the other side. “Some people have to go to work in the morning!”
I felt her tense underneath me, and I punched the wall. “Fuck off, Jerry,” I hollered back. “I don’t bitch when you get laid.” She looked up at me wide-eyed, her brows pulled up so high they nearly touched her hairline. “Neighbor,” I could only shrug. “This place is cheap, so the walls are paper thin.”
She nodded and blinked slowly as she seemed to understand what I was saying. “I guess that means we’ll have to just get you out of here,” her gaze went serious as she tugged me closer. “We never had anyone beating on the walls at my place,” she pointed out. “Maybe that’s just where we need to put you?”
“That mean you’re going to give me my key back?” I asked curiously.
She started to run her fingers through my beard, using her fingers to clean the residue of her cum from it. “You get your key back,” she said lightly. “And if you want to take your things to my place, all your things not just a few pieces of clothing, I wouldn’t object.”
I snorted slightly, trying not to laugh at the idea she was proposing. “You mean you want me to move in?”
“I think I remember you being there all the time when we first started dating anyway,” she paused to kiss me lightly. “Besides it’s not half as serious as you putting a ring on it.”
“Let’s see how this goes with me moving in,” I said as she paused in kissing me. “If we can hack living together then I’ll put a ring on it. We’ll discuss details later,” I took her lip between my teeth and narrowed my eyes at her. “I think I feel a second wind coming on.”
I didn’t give her a chance to protest, I rolled us over so that she was on top. “You ready to make it up to me?”
She gasped out and sat up, sitting back on my thighs and feeling my growing hardness in her. “Wh-what about your neighbor?”
“Fuck Jerry,” I put my hands on her hips and thrust up into her experimentally. I wasn’t fully hard, but with the way she clamped around me, I knew it wouldn’t take me long to get that way. “You liked fucking me this way before,” I rolled my hips against hers and I saw her brows go together at the feeling of my pubic bone rubbing against her clit. “Or we can shift this around, and I can throw it into you from behind. You like it that way, too, if I remember correctly.”
“Yes,” she breathed, and her hands went down to rest on my stomach, she started to move with me. “Maybe,” her breath hitched. “We can try both ways.”
“I ain’t going to jail,” I assured her. “We got all day to cycle through all the positions you like.”
There was nothing like that knowledge that you had nothing keeping you from throwing it into the girl you loved.