Chapter 2 #5
“I can’t like this, honey, I…” The internal war within myself lasts approximately 14 milliseconds, but it feels like an eternity.
I crush Amber’s mouth with mine, not fucking her exactly, just pressing myself into her, and she writhes and squirms in my arms. I’m a good man.
I know this is wrong. I know I should be responsible.
I know I shouldn’t gamble, not with her, not like this. I’m a good man. I’m responsible…
Fuck it.
I put Amber down on her feet, and her eyes flash up to mine with question before she lets out a delighted yelp as she’s spun around and pressed against the tiles.
I grip her hip with one hand, pressing the other to the small of her back, angling her peachy round ass towards me.
She sucks in a ragged breath as I press the blunt head of my cock to her pussy.
As wrong as it is, as much as I know this is another mistake in a long line of mistakes I’ve made this afternoon, I push my naked cock inside her, on purpose, feeling every inch of heat and slickness pass my sensitive skin.
Amber lets out a long, low moan when my hips are sitting flush against her ass.
“Oh god, Theo.” One of her hands is braced against the wall, the other massaging her nipple languidly.
“You like it like this, honey?” My thrust is probably too hard, too much for her, but all I’m met with is more moans. “You like me stretching this pussy of yours?”
“Yes,” she murmurs, her head turned so I can see the flush rising in her cheeks, her eyes squeezed shut under the curtain of her wet hair.
“I want to fuck you hard, pretty girl.” I pound into her again, and her mouth opens in an O, her back tensing. “Do you want me to do that?”
“Yes.” It’s a moan, a loud moan, a fucking plea of mercy. “Don’t hold back, oh god, please.”
I know I should hold back. I shouldn’t be rough with her, not after what she just went through.
I don’t want to be another one in the list of men who treat her like shit, and hurt her.
Yes, I want to fuck her, and chase that pressure, the choking feeling of her cunt around me, but I can’t do that to her, can I?
“Please use me.” The words drop from her mouth, and she mewls as she shifts her hips. The hand that was playing with her nipple moves down between her legs, and she begins to massage her clit. “Use me, Theo. I want to be used.”
Fuck.
I’m a good man. I know I am. But right now, I’m not Theo Rembrook, jovial professor and father of one.
I’m a fucking animal.
It’s rapturous, like entering another plane of existence, pounding that impossibly tight little pussy. Amber’s not moaning anymore, her sounds are too loud for that, she’s almost screaming. Each stroke, each clench of her body, each push back into her is a primal fight for ownership.
“This is what you wanted me for, isn’t it, honey?” I’m not thrusting anymore, I’m rutting, the sharp angle of her hips not letting me slip too far out, her body greedily holding on to me. “To do what all those useless college boys couldn’t do for you.”
“Oh… Oh. Yes.” She’s snatching in breaths desperately, almost rasping, her brow pinched together and her full lips parted. “Theo. Theo.”
That begging, desperate tone is back, and I have no idea where the man I woke up as this morning has gone, but I don’t care.
I lose the ability to speak, because Amber raises herself on her tiptoes, screaming and crying out, the sound reverberating up the tiled walls, and with a strangled Fuck, she comes, and I want to say things to her I haven’t said in years.
That I maybe haven’t said ever, because my brain is misfiring as my balls draw up tight and my own orgasm begins to stab through me.
You’re mine. This pussy belongs to me. I’m going to fucking ruin you for any other man. You’ll be begging for my cock. You’ll be crying because no one can fuck you as good as I can.
The carnality of my thoughts doesn’t cease when I pull out of her throbbing pussy with a groan, and I angrily stroke my cock over her ass.
I press my other hand against the wall over her head, the tip of my dick hitting Amber’s skin over and over, then with a harsh grunt, I explode.
One jet after another coats her ass, hot, sticky and all-consuming.
It’s frustrating, a completely disappointing orgasm after being choked and clenched inside her.
In the light of day I could still rationalise, I could still be the responsible lover who used protection and respected this arrangement.
But now, in the deep of the night, all of that has disappeared.
As my mind starts to clear, I look down at Amber’s shivering frame, her hands flat against the wall.
I’m still panting, trying to catch my breath, and really look at what I’ve done to her.
It’s filthy. It’s primal. It’s beautiful.
And I fucking hate myself for it.
Wordlessly, I lather up a loofah and start to clean my cum off Amber’s ass. She makes a small sound, somewhere between a moan and a sigh, and straightens up. She presses her front to the wall and wiggles her hips slightly.
“Oh god,” she breathes.
I don’t know what to say. I should be saying something. I should be talking her through it. I should be telling her how good she did. I should be fucking on my knees thanking her for letting me do that to her, for using her for my own pleasure like a goddamn sex doll.
I’m sure she’s going to turn around and slap me, tell me to go fuck myself, and never look at me again.
Then a low, throaty laugh breaks from her as she stretches her arms up the wall.
“Can we do that again?”
When I don’t respond, she turns around, that sex-drunk, happy look draining from her face.
“Theo?”
I can’t meet her eyes. I can’t admit to all the thoughts I just had, all the things I wanted to do, that I wanted from her, while I was buried inside her. So I keep washing her, shame and guilt plunging into the pit of my stomach.
“Theo?” She takes my face in her hands, trying to meet my gaze. “What’s wrong?”
When I finally relent and look at her, I see nothing but concern. With a sigh, I wrap my hands around her wrists gently, stroking the backs of her hands with my thumbs.
“I didn’t want to hurt you.”
She shakes her head. “But you didn’t.”
“Really?”
Her face lights up with a smile as she eagerly nods. “Really. It felt amazing. You felt amazing. I loved every minute of it.”
“I… I felt like I was using you.”
Amber laughs softly. “I did kind of tell you to. It’s my fantasy, remember?”
“Yes, but-”
“Stop.” She raises her lips to mine, kissing me gently, with complete trust. “Stop freaking out. You’re not going to corrupt me with your dick, I promise.” She smiles when I huff out a laugh. “It felt really good. And I meant it, I wish we could do it again.”
I stroke her cheek with the backs of my fingers. “Me, too.”
“Then we know what we’re doing with our day tomorrow, right?” She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me, long, slow, soft, warm.
And I still don’t tell her what I was thinking. That she’s somehow unleashed some feral, possessive side of myself that I didn’t even know was there anymore. That I want to fuck her until Monday - and then for all the days after that.
Which, of course, I can’t.
On Monday, I will have to let her go, and I’ll have to tell myself that I haven’t possibly fallen for this girl in the space of less than a day. We agreed it was just sex. Nothing is going to change. We sure as hell aren’t going to fall in love.