Chapter Twelve

Ryan

I stared at the pile of cookie dough, ice cream pints, and tissues on my kitchen counter and wondered if I maybe should have gotten more. I'd never had my heart broken before.

I felt ill-prepared.

Chicks always went for the stuff your face with sweet things and cry in front of the television route. What’s good for them was good for me, I figured. And it had just started raining an hour ago so that seemed to add perfectly to my miserable mood. I did for a second consider that I was gathering all my research from cheesy chick flicks and romcoms. But I didn’t know what else to do. I was going crazy waiting.

The clock on the oven seemed to be frozen in place and I was considering who I should call to fix it when it lazily switched from 10:31 to 10:32. I sighed and grabbed a beer from the fridge.

She said she’d call me once her meeting with Samuel was over to let me know how it went. I told her that she didn’t need to, that it wasn’t my business, that it was between her and her ex-husband. But she insisted, saying that she at least owed me that. I was appreciative, but it meant that I’d spent the last four hours pacing my apartment, biting at my nails, and staring at that fucking unmoving oven clock.

I grabbed my phone from where it sat, fully charged and set to full volume, on the counter and dialed up Chance.

“Ryan, my man, how are you?”

“Hey, what are you up to tonight? Wanna come over for a beer? Watch some baseball? Poker? I mean it’s raining, but we could go out if you really--”

“I’m with Jenny actually,” Chance interrupted and right on cue I heard a baby cry in the background over the phone.

“Oh, yeah, okay then.”

“Sorry, man. Tomorrow?”

I rubbed at my eyes and tried not to keep glancing at the clock that still wasn’t moving fast enough. “Sure, sure. Tomorrow.”

“Cool man. You alright?”

“Of course,” I said instantly without even thinking for a second to say otherwise.

“You sure? If you need me--”

“No, no, dude. Just bored,” I sort of lied. “Go have fun with Jenny. Did her kid like the little giraffe?”

“She put it in her mouth and drooled all over it so… yes?”

I laughed. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye, Ry.”

This was all my mother’s fault. No, this was all Sharon’s fault for having to leave the other night. Well, technically it was her kid’s fault for getting the bug and technically, technically it was whoever gave the bug to her kid and technically, technically, technically this could go on forever. Just like my wait for Lauren’s call.

I had to assume the worst with no call still at 10:43. I had to assume that she hit it off with her ex and she got so caught up in the whirlwind of it all that she forgot to call entirely. She realized she did indeed make a mistake leaving him without trying to reconcile last year after his affair and they were fucking in her car while I sat there on the couch staring at the pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream like an idiot. I moaned and sank further into the couch, hoping it would just swallow me whole.

I liked Lauren so much and I had sent her running in the opposite direction. I shouldn’t have listened to my mother. I had part of Lauren, even if it wasn’t the whole of her. But now I had none. And this was much worse.

There was a knock at my door and I frowned at it in confusion from the couch. Maybe the baby threw up on Chance and that was it, his line was drawn. Maybe it was a pizza delivery guy that got the wrong door. Maybe I’d actually driven myself crazy from all this stress and I was now hearing noises that weren’t real. But there was another knock and so I dragged myself off the couch, grumbling the whole time.

I opened the door and stood frozen when before me was not Chance, not the pizza delivery guy, and not some imaginary figment of my imagination. No, it was Lauren.

Her hair was wet and clinging to her sharp cheekbones as she stared up at me. There was a flush to her cheeks as if she’d just sprinted up the stairs instead of waiting the extra fifteen seconds for the elevator. Her umbrella was a dripping mess at her side and her navy blue dress clung tightly to her thin body. I could see the outline of her legs, the protrusion of her hip bones, her nipples as her chest heaved. I wanted her. That was all I wanted: her.

"He is who he is. He is who he'll always be," she said, breathlessly. "But I realized at that dinner that I don't have to be afraid of who I am. I don't have to be any way if I don't want to. I can be who I want to be."

I looked down at her and had to clench my fingers around the doorframe to stop myself from gathering her straight up into my arms. Staring at her, disheveled and wet and standing there like that in front of me, turned me on and it took all my self control to not reach for her.

“Who is it you want to be?” I asked, my voice just above a whisper as the sound of the rain on the windows threatened to drown me out.

Lauren did not hesitate. “The kind of woman who does this.”

She pushed me back into my apartment with two hands splayed out over the thin, white t-shirt covering my chest. With her foot, she kicked the door closed and pressed me up against the wall. Her hands wound up into my hair and she pulled as she kissed me hard and fast and rough. Her hips ground up against my crotch and as blood rushed to my cock I couldn't hold back any longer. The way Lauren tugged at my bottom lip earnestly with her teeth told me she didn't want me to.

I fumbled around the back of her dress for only a few seconds before gripping the wet silk and tearing it in two. Lauren groaned as I pulled the clingy material from her chest and squeezed her exposed tit. Her nails scratched down my chest before she slipped a hand into my sweatpants and fondled my balls. I gasped when she lightly scratched her nails over my sac.

She raised herself up on her tip-toes to whisper in my ear. "Take off your shirt."

She stroked the hard, throbbing length of my dick inside my pants. I pulled off my shirt as she watched through hooded, lust filled eyes. She grinned when my dick twitched at the sight of her, hair wet and fallen across one eye, dress ripped with one perfect tit revealed and one just barely covered, her arm moving slowly now as she twisted her wrist and flicked her thumb over my head already leaking precum.

"Take off your pants," she ordered in a voice I'd never heard from her.

She stepped back and I pushed my sweatpants down past my aching dick before kicking them off and out of the way. Lauren's eyes devoured my naked body as she slowly peeled the dress from her own. I moved my hand down to my cock and stroked it, unable to stop myself. Soon she was leaning against the opposite wall, watching my hips now thrust lazily back and forth as I fucked my own hand.

I licked my lips as her own hand twisted each hard, perky nipple before skimming down her stomach and disappearing between her legs. I groaned when Lauren groaned.

"Do you want me?" she asked, her voice dangerous.

"Yes."

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to take me right here, up against this wall?"

“God, yes.”

"Do you want your neighbors to hear me scream as your cock punishes my wet pussy?" She bit her lip while staring at my penis and I had to squeeze at the base to stop from shooting off.

"Fuck, yes."

"Do you want me?" she asked and our eyes met across that small space between us.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Lauren grinned, wicked and dark and so fucking sexy. "Then what are you waiting for?"

I crossed the distance between us in two steps and she yelped as I grabbed her around the waist and lifted her. Holding her against the wall, I reached one hand down and quickly lined myself up with her pussy and rammed myself inside of her.

She gasped and pulled on the hair at the back of my neck as she locked her feet around my back. Her arm flailed and knocked the lamp from the entryway table and it shattered on the floor. So I grabbed her wrists with one hand and pinned them to the wall above her head. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, hungry and greedy and ravenous, as I fucked her hard and fast against the wall. I looked up from her tit to find her eyes hazy and mouth open as I thrust my cock again and again into her pussy.

"Fuck, I'm already there," she said between labored breaths.

Her arms squirmed in my grip and she pounded her head against the wall as I moved my hips faster and harder. I scraped my teeth against the peak of one of Lauren's nipples and she screamed my name, body shaking and going limp where I had her pinned against the wall.

Her eyes fluttered closed as I pulled out and lowered her body to the floor. But I wasn't done with her yet. I quickly lay between her legs and before she had even finished coming down from her orgasm I circled my tongue around her clit. Her body jerked and I held her still with my hands on her thighs.

I tasted her and moaned as she swore and cursed, but I gave her no relief, tongue working relentlessly against her clit. She came, voice strained from screaming and I only paused long enough to lube up my penis from the wet folds of her pussy.

She looked utterly wrecked there sprawled out on the floor as I thrust inside her again, slowly this time. Deep and slow. She watched me fuck her with half-hooded eyes and I knew she was gone. The knowledge that I had made her feel so high, so good turned me on just as much as the sight of her tits bouncing to my rhythm.

"You can fuck me harder," she whispered after several minutes of our gentle, easy pace. "I want to see you come."

I was close. So fucking close.

"I don't want it to be too much for you."

Lauren responded by moving her hips right when I pushed back inside to drive my cock deeper and harder than I intended. "You're perfect for me."

Our eyes locked as I quickened my pace again. I felt my balls tightening and my breath was uneven as I ploughed into her. Soon her eyes fell shut with a moan and her hands gripped the corners of the hall for something to hold onto.

"Come on my tits," I barely heard her say over the rush of blood in my ears.

Gasping, I pulled out and stroked my dick as I shot my load all over Lauren's sweat glistening breasts. My chest heaved as I took in the sight of her exposed body with my cum streaked across it.

Lauren smiled up at me and when she knew I was watching she swirled my cum over her still hard nipple. "Let me know when you're ready to go again, old man," she laughed, sucking her finger into her mouth.

I grinned. "I just have to put some cookie dough and ice cream away in the freezer."

She frowned. "Cookie dough and ice cream?"

I shook my head. "It's a long story."