Chapter 29
E WAN
This is not my first rodeo.
I’ve had my share of women since I no longer had a steady woman in my life.
But this is the first time in a long while that I’m consumed by a deep hunger for someone.
She feels good. Smooth, soft, and strong when she needs to be, and she is just as famished.
She welcomes me, her pussy clenching around me, her legs quivering, her lips plump and juicy.
Glazed in fire, her eyes are fixed on me as she says no words, expecting me to be rough with her.
The taste between her legs has made me iron hard, and I can’t get enough of rocking my hips and giving myself the pleasure that I crave.
I roll with her to my side and pull her thigh high to my hip before plunging my hard on into her.
Her eyes go blank, her lips parted, her eyelids heavy.
I push my tongue into her mouth and she loops her arm around my neck as we kiss ferociously.
Sweat trickles down her back, and her core is soaking wet when I nudge her to turn around and sit on all fours.
Her eyes open wide, awareness flooding in.
“No,” she says.
“Why?”
“I don’t like that position.”
“Why?” I ask, baffled.
She shrugs.
“I just don’t like it. I have no control.”
I flash a smile.
“That’s the whole point. Besides, you have no control either way. Would you like me to ease you in?”
Her expression warms.
“You like it so much?”
“Yeah. I want to take you from behind.”
She ponders for a second, my dick throbbing in her core.
“How will you do that?” she asks, and I take it as an yes.
I pull out of her and yank her off the bed as she's laughing and protesting before bringing her in front of me and pressing her chest against the wall.
“Put your knee up on the nightstand.”
“It won’t work.”
“On the bed then.”
She props it against the edge of the bed.
I fan my hand against her juicy flesh, and a shudder goes through her.
“You like that?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says, glancing at me over her shoulder with a smile on her face.
“Good. Now look at the wall.”
She does that, and I tilt her ass up and position myself to enter her. My arms go around her, one hand moving to her tits, the other sliding over her slit.
She reacts to my touch by rolling her rear against my groin, and I enter her all the way, filling her to the hilt.
A muffled noise falls from her lips, and her first impulse is to pull away. Grabbing her pussy hard, I keep her in place. She pushes around my hard flesh, and I bite my lip.
She feels that good.
“How does it feel now?”
I rub her clit slowly, and the throbbing of her cunt makes me grunt.
“I think you like it,” I answer for her as she breathes quickly and tilts her face down, chuckling quietly.
“I don’t like it from behind,” she says with humor in her voice.
“I think you do. Prove me wrong.”
My calloused fingers massage her clit, and her body softens against my chest, that slight tilt of her hips deepening to swallow all of my hardness, telling me otherwise.
She’s dripping wet as I push into her body.
“You’re so fucking good,” I whisper in her ear, as I move my throbbing dick into her.
“It’s so pleasurable when I do it from behind,” I argue, stroking her between her legs.
“You and I need to sort some stuff out…” I add mellowly as I push firmly into her and hold her against my thrusts.
“I didn’t like seeing you up on that stage…
” I say, no longer smiling, and she notices the nuance in my voice, perks up, and attempts to look at me over her shoulder.
“Don’t look at me while I speak,” I say, and her center pulses even faster.
“You apparently like that a lot,” I comment, crushing her clit under my fingers.
“I know you didn’t do it to stir me up, and I understand your reasons, but I hated to see your little pussy––although concealed in your tiny red shorts––up on the stage, open for their eyes’ consumption.
She wants to move against my touch again, and I grab her pussy even harder.
Wetness drips from between her legs.
“I don’t know what’s gonna come of us, Scarlett. Maybe we just need to put this fire out. But to do that, you need to let me do everything I want to do to you.”
She says nothing.
“You won’t regret it. That much I can tell you,” I say, and her breaths come out in spurts.
I splay my fingers over her slit and massage it with the heel of my hand while pushing my cock into her like she’s made of butter.
I look down for a second, enjoying the visual as much as I relish the feeling.
I go on.
“I like your silence. I love your body. And I know you want it too. I’ll teach you how to do it without getting our hearts broken, and maybe we’ll do it more. Whatever we’ll be doing, let’s make a pact. No more talking about the serious stuff. It doesn’t work for you. And it didn’t work for me.”
A few seconds pass as I keep watching my shaft dipping into her opening.
“One thing, though, we need to discuss. You can’t dance for other people while we fuck. I don’t take it lightly.”
She grunts, arching her spine and tensing her muscles. When she’s right on the cusp, I take my hand away and pull back.
Half of my erection is in when she grows in protest.
“What was that?” I ask, smirking.
“I need to dance one more time. Tomorrow night. I don’t want to fuck my relationship with her.
She’s giving me most of my side jobs. And they are good-paying jobs.
You can watch if you want to. And I can wear something different than those shorts.
I’m sure you know how to compel that dick to allow me to wear something else.
I tried to do it myself, but he didn’t want to hear any of it,” she says between soft gasps.
“Now, please, make me come. I was almost there. I agree with everything else you just said. We have a deal. But this story can't make it to anyone’s ears. None of it. Not my meetups with you for sex. Not my side hustles. Please––”
She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I plunge into her, cutting her off, and her throaty moans almost make me come.
Our little school teacher has fire in her veins.
Who the fuck knew? I didn’t, and I consider myself a pro when it comes to women. But I wasn’t completely unaware of it. I knew there was something about her.
I’m not a fool. She had spunk. And then there was her smell and the tension in her jaw.
She needed this more than she’d imagined, and she probably didn’t think she’d get it like this.
The more I’m pounding into her, the more wet she becomes. A mess of juices and heated flesh swell between us, and knowing that I’ll be getting what I want, I grab her cunt and rail her like she’s never been railed in her entire life, making the walls shudder and her push out crying moans.
She holds herself as I almost break her hips open with my thrusts, and when she starts to shudder like she lost her mind, I increase my pace.
Soon after, everything becomes a blur. The sweaty woman in my hands, the pleasure darkening my mind, the power I bestow on her. I fear for her, but she survives as we cross the finish line like an atomic blast.
SCARLETT
Later
“I’ll see you,” he says before placing a kiss on my cheek and leaving me in front of my door.
A smile that pulls me toward him with more force than anything else we’ve done tonight tugs at his lips.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the lights coming on in Mrs. Eisenhower’s living room.
Please, not her.
Not now.
What time is it?
It’s probably close to four.
In the morning.
I can’t believe this woman.
A tinge of irritation makes me whip my head to her house, hating that I have to waste precious moments checking on her when I want to watch the handsome man casually pulling away from me.
By the time I look at him again, he’s on the other side of his truck and climbs in.
My stare is fixed on his dark silhouette as he turns the headlights on and brings the engine back to life.
Tilting his chin slightly, he sets his ride in motion, and soon after, I stare at the back of his car.
The lights die out in Mrs. Eisenhower’s home.
“That’s what I thought,” I mumble under my breath.
She can be such a dick. But I knew that.
She only turned her lights on because she wanted me to know she was up when Ewan dropped me off.
Sighing, I turn around, fumble with my key for a few moments, and eventually unlock the door and walk in.
Thick silence greets me in the house.
I lock the door, take my boots off, drop off my backpack stuffed with my clothes, my tattered dance costume, and a bag full of cash, and go straight to the bathroom.
As the warm water rolls over my body, I finally realize how intense these past few hours have been.
How intense he is.
Appearances can be misleading.
And it’s not because I didn’t think he’d be wild.
I knew he was wild since I felt his hard shaft pressing into my ass that first night.
Since he told me I could blow him. I knew he wasn’t the gentleman he wanted me to believe he was.
He fooled me for a while, and I think he was honest.
He has a moral compass. Maybe it’s not working all the time, but he has it.
But this, what he has done to me tonight, is more than I expected.
I’ve seen all kinds of men in my life, and some were better than others. Some were easier to live with than others. Some were more obnoxious than others.
But I’ve never met someone so raw and primal under their polished shell.
The time I spent with him felt like an ongoing battle for getting what he wanted . And he got what he wanted.
He wanted to fuck me from behind and did it despite my arguments against it.
My dislike for that had stemmed from an incident too personal and distasteful to be shared with him.
I had never had much experience with this until one day, my ex started to talk about it, hoping to spark my interest.
I was suspicious since he’d never been the sexually adventurous type, the domineering kind wanting to fuck someone from behind.
I said no to him that day, and then I overheard him talk to one of his good friends. They were talking about porn.