32. Carnal Noods
Chapter thirty-two
Carnal Noods
Haze
T he lips that brush mine are a benediction. Forgiveness made flesh. The feather-light touch of a woman’s hand, blessed from beyond, brands me with permission. Albany’s hand against my cheek is an antidote, drawing the poison out of my heart.
“Haze,” she whispers, leaving me blinking. I’m not sure if it’s Albany’s or Angie’s voice I hear as I float, untethered from the chains of the oath I had bound myself with.
Such a simple, innocent kiss. Butterfly light but strong enough to unlock the cage I had insisted was impenetrable.
Maybe it’s just the formation of belief. Or knowing that Albany lost the same kind of love I did and came out on the other side. Maybe it’s finally accepting that the amazing woman I chose to share my life with would never want me to live the rest of it alone. Had the universe done the right thing, taking my life instead of my wife’s and children’s, I would have wanted Angie to find someone to share the rest of her days with.
A woman like her was made to be loved. Deserved love.
Maybe I do, too.
Like a master key, the gentle press of Albany’s lips releases me from my prison.
Suddenly, I find I’m ravenous for the things I’ve denied myself. I want sunshine and light, laughter and lazy mornings, and four hands upon my skin. I want kisses, both soft and rough, and the contrast of tan and alabaster skin pinking up beneath the sharp clap of my cupped hands. I want both silver and mahogany hair cascading over my thighs as two mouths descend upon my cock.
The same silver strands and dark waves that blended so beautifully when Sal fucked Albany with a chocolate replica of my cock. The video Sal sent me left me jammed up against the conference room table to hide my painfully hard erection during a day of hideously long and boring meetings at the arena.
I want it all, and this is where I begin taking what belongs to me.
I grip her waist, lifting her up as I stride to the countertop and set her atop the black marble. Fumbling for the long hem of her skirt, I’m momentarily shocked when I push the thin material up her thighs and find her completely bare beneath.
And then she spreads her legs. Her pussy is the prettiest pale pink. My mouth waters as I catch the glint of Albany’s arousal in the low light of my kitchen. I run a finger between her lips and bring it to my mouth. Her musky, sweet flavor bursts over my tongue, a tangy tartness that tastes nothing like I imagined.
“Haze?” she asks. Her voice is thick with desire.
“Yes?” I ask absently, mesmerized by the sight of her. By the heat radiating off her.
“If you’re not going to eat, I’m going to put the plate back in the cupboard,” she murmurs, her voice saturated with need.
I snort. “Oh, I’m going to eat. And then I’m going to have seconds and maybe thirds. Then I’m going to lick the plate clean.”
And I do. I eat that pussy like the starving man I am. And then I carry her upstairs. I'm going to fuck her thoroughly, until her voice is as rough and raw from screaming as her pretty pink pussy.
I grip Albany's hips, flipping her over onto her stomach. She gasps, pushing up onto her elbows, her back arching in invitation. I run my hands over the smooth curves of her ass, my cock throbbing at the sight of her spread out before me.
"You want this, don't you?" I growl, my voice low and rough. "You want me to fuck you hard and fast, just like this."
She looks back at me, her violet eyes dark with desire. "Yes," she breathes, her voice barely a whisper. "I want you to fuck me, Haze. I want you to fuck me hard enough to make me scream."
I position myself behind her, my hands gripping her hips tightly. I can feel the heat radiating off her, the scent of her arousal filling the air. I slide the tip of my cock against her wetness, teasing her, before thrusting in hard and deep.
Because that's how I fuck. Maybe someday there will be tenderness and caresses between us, but right now, this is what I have to give. I've forgotten how to finesse a woman. Maybe Albany will bring that side of me out.
She cries out, her fingers clawing at the sheets as I begin to move. I fuck her hard, my hips slamming against her ass, each thrust driving her farther up the bed. She pushes back against me, meeting each thrust with a moan.
Meeting me in the wild abandon of my choice to embrace the life Sal knew we needed. Maybe she doesn't require soft from me. Maybe she wants to be possessed, to be owned. Maybe Sal will be the one to give her tenderness. Because I want to ravish her. I want to push her to her limits and mine, so when I make her mine, we both know exactly what we’re getting.
"More," she breathes.
Maybe I'll think about those things later.
"Fuck, you feel so God damned good," I groan, my fingers digging into her flesh. "So tight and wet. Do you like this? Knowing this is the same cock that makes Sal grunt and scream?"
She whimpers, her body trembling beneath me. I can feel her getting close, her muscles tightening around me. I lean forward and wrap my hand around her neck, pulling her against my chest, my lips brushing against her ear as I fuck her so hard her thick ass bounces and slaps off my skin. Keeping my hand wound around the delicate column of her neck, I reach between her legs and swirl my fingers around her clit, exposed as her labia are pulled tight around my cock. She throws her head back against my shoulder, bucking hard into my hand.
I wonder what she looks like, riding my hand and my cock like a wild thing.
I wonder what Sal would look like watching her with his cock in his hand.
"Come for me, Albany," I whisper, my voice dark and commanding. "I want to feel you come."
She screams, her body convulsing as her orgasm rips through her. I can feel her pulsing around me. I continue to thrust, chasing my own release before pulling out and flipping her onto her back.
Her eyes are glazed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I push her legs apart, positioning myself between them. I slide back into her, my eyes locked onto hers. She looks like a moonlit goddess with her silver hair splayed over the pillow. Her lips are parted beneath her reddened cheeks as she pants, her eyes jerking across mine, taking in the threat I'm about to deliver.
"I'm not done with you yet," I murmur, my voice low and promising in her ear. "I'm going to fuck you again, Albany. I'm going to make you come until you can't take anymore."
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. "Then shut up and do it," she breathes, her voice raw with need. "Own me, Haze. Make me yours ."
She doesn't mean mine. She wants to be ours . Mine. And Sal's. My heart clenches at how easily and serenely she validates my claim to Sal. How even though I tried to toss him out of my life, she believes I still deserve to love and be loved by him. The purity of Albany’s heart, so untainted by petty emotions, works some kind of spell over me. She’s a true gem, a precious, rare thing to value. Spreading my affection between her and Sal just might be the salve my broken heart needs.
That she is so incredibly beautiful on the outside is simply an added bonus. I blink, seeing her wintery thighs clamped around the summer sun of Sal’s Mediterranean complexion, and shudder with need. The thought of us taking her together, the image of her sandwiched between us as I take her ass, and Sal fucks her tight little cunt makes my dick throb to the point of pain.
I begin to move again, my hips thrusting hard and fast. Her nails dig into my back, her moans filling the air. I lift her leg up and sling it over my shoulder, tilting my pelvis to adjust the angle so I roll all the way against her.
"Come with me, Albany," I groan, my voice rough. A bead of sweat rolls down the runnel of my spine as I fight to hold myself back. I want to go with her. "I want to feel you come so hard you strangle my cock." I lean over her and take her breast in my mouth, sucking hard as I pull back.
She stiffens, screaming again, her body convulsing as another orgasm rips through her. I can feel her pulsing around me. The gush of wet heat slicking my cock is the final push. I can't hold back any longer. Roaring, I thrust once more, hard and deep, before finding my own release.
I collapse on top of her, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Her arms wrap around me, holding me close. I can feel her heart racing against my chest, her breath hot against my neck.
"That was..." she whispers, her voice trailing off.
"Only the start," I finish for her, my voice rough between the harsh sound of my breathing.