Chapter 10
Nothing
I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe her. Driving through a fucking hurricane so I wouldn’t be lonely? She had to be out of her fucking mind… and I know for sure it drove me out of mine. She could have been hurt, she could have been killed, all because of you… my mind whispered and I, just for once, wanted it to shut up.
She tasted so damn good, so soft, sweet like whatever she’d last eaten or drunk. My hands found her hips and pulled her hard to the edge of the counter even as I let my tongue delve further into her mouth, taking a reprieve from just… everything. Her arms snaked around my shoulders, her fingers burying in the back of my hair as I drew her hard up against my hard on.
Wet jeans and an erection this fierce did not get along. I was about to tear my mouth from hers to ask if this was something she wanted, when she answered me wordlessly before I got the chance, her ankles hitting the backs of my knees and pulling me tighter against her body. I groaned into her mouth, and ripped it away.
“Are we doing this?” I managed to spit out and she nodded, her hands smoothing my hair, gone too long between cuts, out of my eyes.
“Yes,” she moaned and it was all I needed. I pulled her off the counter and her flats slapped against my kitchen floor. I spun her around and she fetched up hard against the counter. I winced, but I was too busy moving her wet hair off her shoulders, around to the other side to pay much more notice. I attacked that sweet spot where her neck met her shoulder with lips and teeth, sucking and lightly biting.
“Oh, god!” she moaned and went languid in my arms. I pressed her body against the counter with my own and gripped her dress in my fists to either side, raising the wet material in increments, bunching it in my hands and cursing how it clung wetly to Charity’s soft skin.
You shouldn’t do this, let her go, let her go now and you won’t have been unfaithful. I shoved the thoughts aside. I wasn’t being unfaithful; you can’t be unfaithful to someone three years and more gone. I knew that in the front of my head, but my heart and the back of my mind begged to differ. Right now, though? Right now I could only concentrate on the woman in my arms. I wanted her, I wanted the warmth and soft solace she’d been offering me and now she was here and we were alone and my weak ass couldn’t hold out anymore.
I craved her; I craved everything about her, from those soft blue eyes, to her gentle touch, to the sweet understanding she’d displayed every time we’d encountered each other so far. I wanted desperately to warm my frozen soul against the fire she had inside, and fuck those soft little moans of pleasure she was making. Jesus Christ, they were stripping my control, my last vestiges of sanity away from me with each and every last sweet soft sound out of her lips that were swollen from my kiss.
She’s not Corrine, she’s different; she’s not fragile like your wife…
It was true, and I let myself go, let myself be different with her. She deserved that much, but so too was I afraid of hurting her.
“Tell me to stop if I get too rough,” I said and she damn near broke me with her breathy response.
“Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”
I raised her skirt up onto her lower back and smoothed my hands over her ass, backing up to admire it. God she was wet, pussy swollen and glittering at her entrance. It didn’t even occur to me that she wasn’t wearing any panties, too involved was I with getting my button fly undone.
Victory!
My cock sprang free of its prison of wet denim; head damn near fuckin’ purple with how hard it was. I ached something fierce with the need to be inside her and I didn’t waste any time.
Oh, fuck.
Her body was hot, tight, and so wet, ready for me as I sank into her inch by inch. I pressed her flat to the counter, and dug fingers into her hips, surging forward powerfully, squeezing my eyes shut and bowing my head, just giving myself over to the sensation of her. She pressed her hands flat to the counter and arched her back, driving herself back onto my dick with every forward thrust. I was sure her hipbones were cracking into the counter with every thrust, and I was sure that it wasn’t pleasant but she paid it no never mind and with the way her body was squeezing down on my cock? I couldn’t bring myself to stop or adjust to a different position.
“Nothing!” she cried out, and it was so sweet, so perfect hearing her call out my chosen name I very nearly came right then and there.
“Not yet, Baby, just a little bit more,” I urged, voice tight, controlled the way my thoughts and emotions would never be. I felt like a total basket case, thoughts, fears, anger – not at her but myself, all swirling into a dark miasma that was blown clear away by the fire of my orgasm. I came hard, driving into her. Pulling her back onto me by her shoulders, back stiff and my body taut as I shot jet after jet of my cum inside her.
“Fuck,” I uttered and she went limp against the counter.
“What?” she gasped out after a few unsteady breaths.
“I didn’t use a condom.”
“IUD,” she said.
“Doesn’t protect against STD’s, Baby.”
“I’m clean,” she murmured, her head to the side, cheek pressed against the counter as she rested.
I didn’t like that. I didn’t like that at all, she needed to be more careful than that, period, so I said, “And you’re so sure I am?”
She froze and I pulled out of her slowly. Watching a white spill of my sperm slip out of her after my removal was such a dirty fucking turn on I was nearly hard again instantly. Instead, I tucked it back in my pants and buttoned up while she stood slowly, her dress falling to cover her, as she turned and leaned her shapely butt against the counter.
“Are you?” she asked nervous.
“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. That’s why you should always use a condom.” I wanted her to be safe, at the same time I was angry with myself for letting this happen, for losing control like that. Some sadistic part of me was enjoying her discomfort so I didn’t fess up right away about the status of my sexual health.
“Are you?” she repeated and swallowed hard.
I simply stared back, neither confirming nor denying for the moment.
“You can be a real dick, you know that?” she asked and I neither confirmed nor denied that either.
She cursed and drifted past me and my bike sitting forlorn in pieces in the middle of my kitchen floor. She snatched up her bag and made for the hallway and I broke.
“Charity…”
“Save it, Nothing; just save it,” she said, voice wavering with tears. A moment later I heard a door shut and the bath start to run in the guest bath. A moment or two later and the shower kicked on, right about the same time I started kicking myself.
She was right, that was a real dick thing to fuck around about. I bowed my head and pulled on the back of my neck to ease the tension knotting me up between the shoulder blades. Finally with a sigh, I took a seat on the overturned five gallon bucket, picking up a socket wrench and got back to work. It was hard to concentrate. The feeling of her soft skin on mine a sense memory, a ghost of feeling I hoped hung around a while.
God I was a fucking mess.