Chapter 20 Grudge
GRUDGE
Ican’t tell her I bought this house because it reminded me of the home we wanted to make together.
I can’t tell her that it brings me no end of pleasure, knowing she’d drop everything to come help my club like she did.
And I certainly can’t tell her that, despite everything, having her back in my life feels so incredibly prefect that I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.
So, I do the only thing I can do when she shakes her head to tell me her protestations aren’t worth shit.
I pull her lips to mine and kiss her.
Because it’s better than begging her for the crumbs I’m sure she’d throw me.
It’s better than knowing the reason she divorced me, and never being able to go back once I do.
And when she kisses me back, I almost forget both. Because no sooner do our lips collide, than a soft, low groan escapes her.
God, the way that sound rumbles through me. It’s like a light switch to my libido.
Everything flares up fast. My cock rises, and the flood of energy I always felt fucking Lucy floods me too.
I want to strip her naked, fuck her on all fours on the wooden floors until her knees bleed. But I can’t because her lips and tongue taste so good, I can’t tear myself away from them.
Her suit jacket is soft, and I shove it off her shoulders and down her arms. It falls to the ground, but neither of us bothers to pick it up and hang it.
My heart breaks a little when she steps up onto my toes, bringing us that little bit closer.
I know sex was never our problem.
I know this is ignoring every other red flag waving between us.
But I can’t bring myself to care, when the heat of her body next to mine is hotter than the Colorado sun in August. When my soul has felt so cold recently, and this feels like the only warmth I’m ever going to get.
My teeth clamp her lower lip, causing her to gasp and try to pull away. Her pupils flash wide, making her eyes look darker than usual.
When I pick her up, she wraps her legs tight around me. “I’m going to show you that getting used by me can feel really good, Bug.”
“We need to talk,” she manages to gasp against my lips.
“I know. But not now, because I need to fuck you.”
I slide my hand into her thick curls and cradle her head to mine.
Her arms tighten around my neck, and her thighs clench around my hips as I walk to my bedroom. For the first time since our reunion, I’m going to lay her down in my bed and devour the shit out of her.
The walk is a short one, and I wish it looked better than it does.
But the room is clean, and I changed the sheets two nights ago.
My home is my sanctuary, and I never have club girls over here.
Because I’m so far out of town, it’s usually easier for me to go back to the place of any woman I pick up in a bar in town.
So, at least it feels special and right that she’s the first woman I’ve brought back here.
Even if we never do this again, it was our dream to live in a place like this.
I lay her down on the navy bedding, just as snow starts to fall outside.
Everything here is secure. I have plenty of supplies to outlast whatever Mother Nature puts down. Taking in the way Lucy’s curls look on my pillow, I hope it puts down so much snow, we’re stuck here for days.
“You feel good enough for this, given what happened yesterday?” I ask, suddenly remembering her accident.
She touches her temple gently. “I’m fine.”
I stroke my hand through her hair gently, and in complete contrast say, “I’m going to fuck you hard like we used to. Want you to feel me for days when you leave. Want you to know I took your pussy harder than anyone else can.”
She sighs, and I see the turmoil. The need to do the right thing, partnered with the raw urgency to do as I ask. There are lines on her forehead, but she also saws her thighs against each other, desperate to ease the ache in her cunt.
“You remember your safe word?” I ask.
“Sunset,” she says, her throat raw.
“Good girl. Use it if you need to; otherwise, you’re my little slut, now.”
Like it always did, her mouth opens a little with a quiet gasp. Like she can’t believe she gets to be called that.
If I were more certain that she wasn’t going to freak out and leave, I’d take the time to light the fire that sits in the corner. But as it is, I feel like I can’t take my hands off her for more than a second.
The button on her trousers pops easily, and I trail my fingers over her mound as I lower the zipper. Her hips lift off the bed, and I slide my palm between her legs, cupping her firmly.
“Mmm,” she says, pressing her head back into the pillow.
It was one of the things I loved about her.
Lucy was always able to sink into the idea of sex quickly.
She could be having the shittiest day or be upset about something.
But as soon as we got down to it, it was like a switch flipped inside her, and what we were doing together became the most important thing.
Nothing could distract her.
“Your pussy’s so hot for me,” I say, feeling the damp spot appear in her panties. I press my middle finger along the seam of her pussy through the fabric, pushing in as far as it will let me.
It’s nowhere near enough for Lucy, as she closes her eyes and grinds against me, desperate for the pressure to be up and around her clit.
“Eyes on me, Luce.”
Thick lashes separate as her eyes open. The lower lashes almost brush her cheeks.
She reaches behind my head, and I think she’s about to tug me to her to kiss her, but instead, she fingers the elastic holding my hair back off my face.
It’s always been way too thick and heavy. That’s why I have the undercut, removing some of the hair around my neck. But when she releases the elastic, it all falls free.
“Better,” she says with a shy smile.
At that, I cup her cheek with one hand and kiss her tenderly.
It’s out of place against what my hand is doing to her pussy, but I guess that’s the two parts of me.
I remove my hand and stand, before removing her suit pants, taking a second to throw them over the chair by the window. Her blouse comes off, next. It’s too delicate. Little buttons and thin fabric. The temptation is to rip it off her, but I contain it.
When she’s left in pale ivory lingerie, it’s all I can do to not stare at her body, counting my blessings that I get to do this to her again.
The curtains to the large window are wide open. She can see out over the lawn to the fence that boundaries the yard, to the treetops beyond. They don’t need closing because no one can see all the way in here.
There’s something thrilling about taking her in the daylight, after what we did in the bathroom the previous evening.
I tug my thick hoodie over my head and throw it onto the ground, swiftly followed by my black Henley.
Then, I pull off my jeans and the rest of my clothes until I’m fully naked.
Lucy’s eyes rake over my body, and whatever she sees causes two pink splotches to appear high on her cheeks. My body is different to how it was before. My chest wider, my muscles stronger. Ink covers more of it.
She bites down on her lower lip, and those goddamn thighs of hers press against each other again.
I climb between her legs from the bottom of the bed, then tug her panties roughly down her thighs and off over her feet.
Hungry doesn’t even begin to describe the way I feel about her.
And it all starts with her pussy.
I bury my face between her legs and suck hard on her clit. No easy buildup. Just straight in.
“Zach,” she cries, lifting her hips off the bed.
I throw her legs over my shoulders. Placing my palms beneath her ass, I can lift her, open her more fully to me.
“Drenched for me already,” I say, swiping my tongue along her seam. “So desperate to be fucked, you can’t wait to get wet.”
Have always loved the way Lucy tastes. Women all taste a little different. Some more sour than others. But Lucy’s was always the best.
Unlike some men, I love going down on a woman. I’ve always believed it’s a full-face contact sport. I want the scent of her in my beard.
I force my tongue between her lips as I use my nose to rub against her clit.
Roughly, I thrust my tongue into her, leaving a trail of saliva to mingle with her wetness. One of her hands grabs my hair, fisting around her palm like a rein. The sting of it makes my aching cock throb, and I grind into the mattress for some relief.
I used to have some beautiful jewelry for her clit. Beaded clamps that would restrict blood flow until I released them.
God, she’d scream sometimes when the blood rushed back in as she came.
I never saw them again after she left and always wondered if she took them with her. I wondered if some other man was getting to use them on her and felt a strong wave of jealousy.
Remembering how much she loved it causes me to pinch her clit, restricting it tightly.
“Oh God,” Lucy cries, tugging on my hair.
When she used to masturbate, Lucy would hump her vibrator. She’d lie face down with a pillow between her legs and grind against it. And I’d get so fucking hard watching her ass move.
I used to get turned on by catching her getting herself off. And Lucy would often oblige by getting started without me if she knew I was on the way home. Sometimes, she’d send me short videos of what she was doing. Sometimes, it would just be an image of her favorite vibrator.
Both were enough to have me rock hard by the time I entered the apartment.
She’d laugh when I’d release my cock, climb on the bed over her, and fuck her in either hole while she continued to grind.
Ruthlessly, I slide a finger into her pussy, then another. “Use the heel of my hand,” I say. It’s a dance we’ve done before. “I want you to fuck yourself off on me, Luce. I want you to rub one out on my hand, so I get to feel your cunt tighten around my fingers.”
She places the back of her hand over her eyes as I slide one hand up her body to pinch and tug at her nipple.
More splotches appear on her chest.
“Zach,” she cries in desperation.
“Can’t hide your need for me when I see you fucking any part of me you can line up against, Bug.” I release her nipple and smack across the tip of it, a batting action that’s sharp and harsh.
“More,” Lucy gasps.
And I oblige, putting more speed behind it. “So fucking dirty and desperate. You like when I hurt you, don’t you?”
She gasps, and I feel the telltale tightening of her pussy.
She’s so close, I can smell the need in her actions.
I bend forward and bite down on her nipple so hard, it’s bound to leave teeth marks on her skin. And she explodes around me.
The piercing sound of her cry. The scent of all her pussy juices. The clamping of her cunt around my fingers and the delicious slurping sound created by all her wetness.
It’s an intense orgasm too. No gentle waves, but a full-body spasm that causes her to lose control and give me everything she has.