Chapter 21 #3
A raspy pant is her only response. I toss them to the side, returning my fingers to her slick entrance.
Lifting up one of her thighs, I place it on another step. “You’re gonna stay nice and open for me while I take my time exploring every bit of you.”
I slip two fingers inside, curling them as I roughly drive in, then out, hitting her G-spot until her desperate cries and hungry moans beg to end what she began.
“This feels so good,” she whimpers, her body jerking violently against the stairs as I continue to move before slipping out and finding her clit.
“Still won’t beg?” I ask, surrounding my fingers around each side of her clit. “I’ll have to try a little harder.”
And when I rub both fingers at the same time, she screams out my name. My fake one.
Her calling me that is a good thing, I convince myself. It keeps a safe distance between us.
I’m not the guy she once knew. I’m a monster born from the hell of my existence. It’s best if the both of us don’t cross that invisible line we’re slowly teetering on.
But as she looks at me and I unearth the wave of emotions in her eyes pulling me in, I realize I haven’t buried my feelings for her deep enough. They’re there, threatening to imprison me.
I can’t let them.
My hurt is still too raw, even after all this time. I can’t let it go, no matter how much I want to. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to go back in time and ask how she could ruin our friendship the way she did.
Did she ever care about me? About us? Was it all pretend? Is she just like her father?
I hate to think she is. Even back then, as I stared at the proof, it never made sense. But maybe I didn’t know her as well as I thought.
I bend over her tight body, no longer wanting to see her brown eyes. They’re like gazing into a pool of the past where things were once beautiful.
But they’re a lie, just like she was.
My fingers sink back inside her, fucking her to a steady pace.
“Yes…oh, God. Just like that.”
I lower my lips to her neck, working her faster as my tongue licks its way up to her ear. Taking her earlobe into my mouth, I flick and bite, loving her gasps and moans, never wanting to hear anything else.
“You feel so good, Chiara,” I whisper as my lips land on the back of her head, my eyes falling to a close as the smell of her floral shampoo invades my senses. “I can only imagine what you’d feel like riding my cock.”
Her walls clench around me, responding to my dirty talk.
“You think about it too, don’t you, baby?”
She pants, refusing to answer. I thrust harder, adding another finger. She’s close. I can feel it from the hastening of her breathing to the clasping of her walls and the tightening of her hands around the handrail.
“It’s okay to admit you want me,” I say. “It’ll stay right here in this room.”
I hit her G-spot with a deep thrust, and she pants harder. And when I ease my movement to a slower pace, she growls in frustration.
“Yes, you bastard! I think about you all the time, even when I don’t want to.”
“Mmm,” my voice hums in approval as I slide my fingers out of her, cupping her pussy. “Beg.”
I knead her flesh, her clit rubbing over my palm before I spank her cunt.
“Beg me for something you don’t even deserve.”
She half-cries, half-moans, her voice no longer strong, carrying defeat, and I relish it.
I pinch her pussy lips, rubbing them against each other. “You’re soaking my fingers, baby. Make it easier on yourself and ask for it.”
“Fuck,” she growls, her breaths uneven, her shoulders bouncing desperately. “Please, let me come. I need to stop hurting. I need you to make it stop.”
As soon as the words fall from her lips, I ram three fingers inside her, filling her to capacity, wondering how well that tight little hole would take my cock. I bet she’d take it nice and hard and then ask for seconds.
“Oh, God. I’m close,” she whispers with a series of weighty pants. “Harder. I need it harder.”
“Shit.” I grip a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back, needing to see her face as she comes.
Her gaze finds mine as I thrust as far as I can go, wanting her to feel me everywhere.
“You’re dripping down my hand,” I groan as I slam into her with a frenzied pace, never wanting this moment to end. Never wanting to stop making her feel this good.
“Oh, God, Brian. I’m…I’m… Fuck!” she screams as her release hits, bolting through her body.
I milk every ounce of her pleasure, driving harder until her moans slow, then I slip out of her and find another hole to fill. I shove my fingers between her already-parted lips, opening them wider.
“This is what I do to you.”
She moans, running her tongue over each finger.
“Yeah, that’s it. Taste yourself, baby.”
She sucks the flavor from my hand, whimpering, with her gaze still fastened to mine. Once I’m satisfied, I let her go, taking a step back while she’s still grasping on to the ladder as though it’s the only thing keeping her stable.
I glance at her one more time, wishing like hell I could kiss her again. That we could find the love we once thought was ours.
But instead, I walk away, the same way she once did.