Chapter 40
Brian
I groaned as I gathered Maria's soft, fragrant hair in my hands and tugged. Her answering moan had my dick twitching against her tongue. Fuck, her mouth felt like silk wrapped in satin. The enthusiastic bob of her head and the obscene glug, glug, glug sound that came from her throat had me fighting back my cum.
Maria was perfect. A fucking firecracker in bed who was very vocal about her pleasure. She got me off harder and faster than any woman, and it was clear she knew what her body liked—and what made my toes curl and had me seeing stars. So the last thing I wanted was to embarrass myself by blowing my load after thirty seconds.
I glanced down and tugged her hair again to bring her attention to me. Her wide, blue eyes shimmered with tears as I continuously hit the back of her throat. Her fingers dug into my ass cheeks, and I let out another groan.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me blow my load."
She slid her pouty lips off my dick; her inhale of breath was sharp and quick. "That's the point," she panted. She then spat on my dick and swallowed me whole again.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I grunted. I moved my hips, shoving my cock in her, knowing she could take it—knowing she loved it when she choked on it.
Her sapphire eyes narrowed in a sultry glint. That's when I felt it. Her finger smoothed around the entrance to my ass. I stiffened before relaxing. Maria did not shy away from ass play. Neither did I, but I had never been on the receiving end. The first time she whispered in my ear that she wanted to give me a rim job, I just about squirted inside her after three seconds. The first time she rubbed my prostate, I saw literal stars behind my eyes. After that, I was all in. But it still made me startle every time she rubbed my taint, leading to my asshole.
"Do it," I begged.
Her mouth popped back off my dick. I stroked my cock, teasing her lips before she brought her fingers to her mouth and spat until a good amount of spit pooled on them. She then smoothed the wetness behind my balls before rubbing against the entrance to my ass. I rubbed my pre-cum all over her mouth, her little tongue snaking out to lick at it as we teased each other.
"C'mon, baby, finish me off." My voice was coarse.
I closed my eyes as she pushed her perfect mouth back down my dick just as her finger sunk into my back hole. I couldn't stop my hips or my grunts as I violently let her know how much she was pleasing me. Her finger pushed in deeper before curling. That was all it took before I threw my head back, gritting my teeth as I groaned through an orgasm so intense that my knees shook. It was only the thought of protecting Maria that I managed to stay upright as I turned the bathroom blue with my swearing.
I came to just in time to watch Maria swallow my spend. The low, throaty moan and the blissful expression on her face couldn't be faked. My girl really got off on giving me pleasure. Just like I was addicted to the taste and feel of her cunt. The feel of her nipples against my teeth. The sound of her moans and screams against my shoulder or pillow as she squirted her pleasure.
Everything about her was addictive. She was addictive.
Every day, I found myself falling deeper for her. Something I'd been fighting for so long, but now that I was down that rabbit hole, I willingly nosedived toward my destination.
Maria.
The glare of the screen provided a soft glow across the darkened room. On the TV, some poor girl had just jumped into a pit of syringes, digging through for a key. But we weren't paying attention to the movie Maria had deemed "a classic" —not when I had Maria pinned under me as we made out like a couple of teenagers.
Did I start feeling her up because the sight of a guy about to dig into his eye to find a key to free himself became too much for me? Probably. My little psycho just sat there, eyes riveted on a movie she claimed to have seen eight times, popcorn shoveled in by the handful.
I'd sat there staring at her enraptured face, thinking about how much of an enigma she was.
Tough. Soft. Strong. Gentle. Defensive. Vulnerable.
My eyes drifted to her breasts.
Sexy. Fuckable. Loveable.
She was so different from Hannah's gentle, calm personality; yet I couldn't be more smitten. Without hesitation, I'd leaned over and kissed her. And kept kissing her until she'd fallen back against my couch, her legs automatically making room for me.
Maria pulled away from me, breathing hard as I planted open-mouthed kisses down her throat.
"Door," she gasped.
"Hmm?" My tongue licked at her skin.
"Door," she repeated. Her small hands pushed me gently. "There's someone knocking on the door."
Her words finally penetrated my lust-induced mind just as the sound of a loud knock registered.
"Shit."
I reared up from the couch, smoothing my hair back and straightening my shirt. Maria wiped her mouth before running a hand through her hair, fluffing it around her shoulders. She sent me a smirk when she noticed me staring at her.
"Go get the door," she reminded me.
Right. I fumbled down the hallway, buttoning one of the buttons on my polo shirt that Maria had slyly unbuttoned mid-make-out. I cursed the interruption but was relieved that my boner had gone down. I pulled the door open, ready to tell whoever it was to politely fuck off.
"Sarah!"
She swirled around, mid-step back down my porch steps. Her face lit up when she saw me. If only I'd waited a few seconds more before answering the door.
"Hey! I thought you weren't home." She rubbed at her elbow before glancing down. "Either that or you were avoiding me."
I folded my arms, unmoved by her contrite act. Memories of our last conversation and the letter she kept from me flashed through my mind. "What are you doing here, Sarah?"
I heard movement behind me, and I stepped forward. I didn't want her meeting Maria just yet—at least, not until I was sure she wouldn't lash out at her.
She held out a plate. "I made a plum cake. Peace offering," she added. Her mouth twisted as she glanced into the open hallway. "Can I please come in?"
"Sarah…"
She climbed back up the stairs until she was in front of me. Her lips quivered as she held the plate closer to her chest. "I really want to apologize for how I acted. I'm so sorry about…" Sarah’s attention shifted to a spot behind me, her brow furrowing before her eyes widened in shock. She fumbled back a step, her gaze still fixated behind me.
My brow pulled down at her strange reaction. I glanced back and spied Maria standing still as a statue behind me. Her face unusually pale.
"Maria?"
"What the fuck is she doing here?" Sarah's screech caught me off guard, and I felt her body press against mine. She still held the cake, but it was squashed flush against her.
"What the fuck? Sarah –"
"What is she doing here, Brian?" Sarah demanded, her voice thick with tears. What the fuck was going on?
"Listen, can you calm down for a second –"
"What the fuck are you doing here, Maria?" She moved around me. Shocked that Sarah addressed her by name, I turned to Maria, who still remained silent.
Her blanched look was replaced with a flinty stare aimed straight at Sarah. Her little chin rose in hostile defiance. I was so confused.
'Wait, do you two know each other?"
Maria finally glanced at me, her eyes softening in a sadness I couldn't understand. I reached a hand out towards her. "Maria?"
"She bullied me!" Sarah yelled. The plate balanced precariously in one hand while she jabbed a finger towards her.
My head swiveled back to Maria. She folded her arms and sighed as if exhausted. Her gaze still fixed on Sarah with a hard glare. "Sarah –"
"She slept with my boyfriend," Sarah accused. "Remember Daniel? I caught them fucking. She was the reason I had to switch schools."
Astonished, I turned to Maria who refused to meet my eyes. Her lips rolled in—lips that moments ago I'd been kissing—as she continued to stare at Sarah unflinchingly. Her demeanor was baffling in light of the accusations being thrown at her. Accusations that I was starting to think weren't unfounded.
"Maria, is this true?" My throat felt strangled as I waited for her response. She was staunchly unmoved by Sarah's emotional outburst.
"Of course it's fucking true!"
"Sarah, please!" I cut in. "I want to hear it from Maria."
Maria's chest rose in a deep, slow inhale before she released her breath. She unfolded her arms and glanced back at me, clear regret written on her features. Her quick nod sunk my stomach. "Yeah, it's true."
I sucked in a breath. Conflicted feelings traveled through me as I stared at her in disbelief. "Maria –"
"Get her out of here!" Sarah screamed. "She made my life a living hell! She's a fucking slut who doesn't give a shit about anyone but herself."
Sarah was completely hysterical. Her face was red, fire spitting from her eyes as she glared at Maria in what could only be described as pure hatred. I’d never seen her like this before. Never heard her scream and rant like this. The trouble was, I remembered Daniel. I also remembered Hannah trying to talk down a broken-hearted Sarah.
Yet, I couldn't reconcile the person Sarah was describing with the woman I had fallen for. A bully? Selfish? Sleeping with someone's boyfriend? This all happened so long ago. Maria wasn't that girl anymore. I knew she was a bitch to people in high school; she’d confessed it to me. But to emulate the characteristics of someone who had tortured her as a kid? I thought she would know better than to do that.
"Maria," I started, not knowing what to say. Memories of a sobbing sixteen-year-old Sarah had me pausing. My loyalty was torn. This time, Sarah had a genuine reason to be upset.
"It's fine," Maria finally said, her voice hardened. "I'll leave."
I stood there like an idiot while she grabbed her coat off the rack and moved to walk out. As she stepped to pass me, I reached out and grabbed her arm. Everything in me screamed at me to stop her, but I also knew that Sarah needed me right now.
"She's evil, Brian. Please don't tell me you're seeing her? Hannah would be so pissed."
And there it was.
I closed my eyes, my hand releasing Maria. This time, I knew for sure that Hannah would disapprove. There was unequivocal proof of that, given Hannah's angry vitriol about "that fucking slut who hurt my sister" as I tried fruitlessly to calm her down. The devastation hit me like a ton of bricks, cracking my heart and splitting it in two.
But it wasn't Hannah's disappointment in me that crushed me. When I opened my eyes and met Maria's sad stare, that crevice in my soul deepened.
Without a word, Maria slipped by me. She strolled past Sarah with her head held high despite Sarah refusing to move aside. Their shoulders brushed, and Sarah cried out, fumbling her plate before righting it again. I chose to ignore that performance. Instead, my tortured eyes stayed on Maria's retreating form as she opened her car door. My feet itched to follow. Something in the deep recess of my mind niggled at me.
Sarah stepped in front of me, blocking my view. Her glare stabbed me, and the tears that had been trickling down her cheeks had vanished. "I can't believe out of all the sluts you slept with, you chose her . She used to torment me!"
"Sarah, don't call her that."
Her mouth dropped open. "That's what you took away from what I said? She is a slut. She slept with half the boys at school and didn't stop once she left."
"Sarah –"
She promptly burst into tears and I quickly took the plate out of her hands. The plums were all squashed against the plastic wrap, but I couldn't care less about the fucking cake. I reached out and tugged her into my arms, hugging her tight. No matter my devastation, Sarah needed my support.
I closed my eyes as Sarah sobbed into my shirt. Visions of Hannah and Maria swam into my mind, blurring my memories. In the end, a dark-haired, blue-eyed woman remained. And the shattered sadness that clouded her face when I let her walk away.