Chapter 36
Natalie
My peaceful night of listening to depressing music is upended by a sudden pounding at the door.
I know it’s not Megan because she’s sitting cross-legged with her arms in the air meditating.
Never in my wildest fantasies would I have conjured up who is actually on the other end of the door.
So color me shocked when it’s my former lover, with knots matted so bad in her hair you’d think she was wearing a wig.
Was she mauled by a rabid dog on the drive over?
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but are you lost? We’re not in the market for any Avon.” I shrug, inspecting my at-home manicure.
Ignoring my question, she rushes past me, leaving me speechless with the door wide open. “You have no right to speak to my girls. The last thing they need is your influence in their lives. Next time they ask you about some drummer, do me a favor and walk the other way.”
I laugh a little as I shut the door, realizing she’s here to fight.
“You’re kidding, right? I’m a teacher at their school.
I’m not walking away from them. Thanks for stopping by, though if you’re all done here you can see yourself out.
” I point to the closed door and turn back to the sad noises coming from my room.
Her tiny hand grabs my arm, preventing me from walking away.
I'm a little taken aback by her audacity, seems she finally grew a pair. “We’re not done here. You’re not even listening to me.
Leave my girls alone, they’ve been traumatized enough by you.
I don’t need them falling down this drug-induced rabbit hole you’ve got us all trapped in. ”
“Let’s do this somewhere else.” I push her towards my bedroom and away from Megan. She’s peaceful, but in the midst of meditation, she might snap and pluck out an eyeball if we upset the balance.
Once we’re behind closed doors, it dawns on me that she’s never been here before.
Her eyes widen as she takes in the horrors of my sanctuary.
The mountain of dirty laundry I haven’t bothered to wash, leftover pizza boxes, and empty bottles of soda.
Her mind is spinning, I’m sure, and I wouldn’t put it past her if she started cleaning.
“Sorry for the mess, my house cleaner called in sick today.”
“You’re such a–”
Before she can finish, I cut her off, pushing her back to my door. “I’m such a what? How have I offended the little princess now? You don’t think Martha Stewart would approve of my living conditions?”
She’s breathing deep in through her nose and out through the mouth.
It probably took every ounce of courage she had to drive over here and now that she’s made it inside she’s lost. “What’s wrong, cat got your tongue?
You seemed really determined when you first got here, but now that we’re alone you don’t seem so tough. ”
Her breathing stops entirely as I move my hand lower, towards the waistband of her yoga pants and reach inside. Her eyes squeeze shut, but she never stops me. “Mmm, is this why you’re here? Is this what you’ve been missing?”
She’s soaked and rocking against my fingers like it’s second nature. Her eyes pop open right as she exhales, releasing all the built-up tension. Her breasts rise and fall against her snug white sweater and I’m seconds away from tearing her shirt off and exposing her to me.
Shaking her head, she comes to her senses. “No. This isn’t why I’m here.” She gets the words out, but they’re not at all convincing.
“If you’re here to get off like some sex-starved slut, then take off this ridiculous outfit and sprawl out on my bed, now.
” She obeys my command without a second of hesitation.
Small hands grip her coat as it flies across my room.
Her pants come sliding down next, and before I blink she’s got her shirt pulled up over her head, revealing a black lace bra.
With her just the way I want her I gently push on her stomach, forcing her to my bed as I get on top of her.
“This is what you needed, right? Writhing beneath me, moaning my name.” She nods but remains silent as I reach into my nightstand, grabbing a toy for the special occasion.
Her bottom lip swells as she bites hard, shaking her head in refusal when she sees a purple dildo headed towards her panties.
“No talking,” I instruct, putting a finger to her lip, silencing her.
“We did things your way for too long. You barged into my house, remember? So now we’re doing this my way. Take it or leave it.”
Grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand, I lather my dude up, getting him nice and slippery for her. She’s already soaked and on the verge of coming, it wont take much, but I can’t wait to see her fuck the same toy I’ve used all year, while I visualized those perfect tits in my mouth.
My fingers glide, massaging over her clit as I open her up, and it slides in like a pro. “Does this pussy miss choking on a big cock, baby? Is my dick bigger than your ex-husband’s?”
“Oh, God,” she shouts, gripping the sheets as I work the toy in and out of her smooth cunt.
I’m not even all the way in and she’s already riding it faster than I’m moving it.
She’s chasing her own orgasm, and I’m so wet beneath my shorts that I might climax from watching the most pornographic scene to ever happen on this bed.
“That’s right, baby. Come on my cock, show me what a good girl you are.
” Her nipples are on full display under the sheer lace.
Leaning over, making sure I’ve got full control of the toy, I bite down on the edge of the lace, pulling it down, revealing a perfect pink nipple for me.
My tongue brushes over the perky bud as she whimpers beneath me.
Candace’s abs tighten and her breathing quickens. When her back arches, bringing her hips closer to me, I push in once more, angling it right at that sweet spot. My grip is tight as I pump in. The faster her hips buck up, the harder I move, pounding deep within her until she finally breaks.
Grabbing a case-less pillow next to her, she muffles her screams, but there’s no mistaking them.
With some kind of almighty strength she attempts to close her knees as the orgasm pulses through her.
Slowly I move the toy out of her and notice a wet spot right underneath, and I’ve never seen anything sexier.
The pillow slowly moves down her face as reality hits.
Looking down she gets a full view of the evidence of our rendezvous.
She leaps off the bed in a frenzy, grabbing her clothes.
“This was a mistake, and never should’ve happened.
I don’t know what I was thinking, clearly I wasn’t,” she mumbles as she picks up her pants and tries pulling them up her wet legs.
“Oh, I get it. This is a squirt and run type of booty call, right?” I ask, lightening the mood.
“You ruined my life! I can’t believe I let you touch me.” Her fingers fumble as she hurries to button up her coat.
“Yeah, I bet your life looks pretty shitty from way up in that penthouse. I can’t even imagine the torture, I mean do you even have a butler or do you have to wipe your own ass?”
“Stop talking to my girls and, better yet, stop trying to make light of this situation. You’re a lonely, sad, little girl who plays with fire when she doesn’t get her way. Leave me out of it. We’re done.”
“Sure, Jan Brady, whatever you say. Nice to know therapy’s done nothing to get rid of that spoiled brat attitude. Now if you wouldn’t mind, kindly getting the fuck out of my house and taking that rich girl scent with you.” I wave her off and plop down on my bed.
With that punch to the gut, she swings open my door and hauls ass outside, letting the front door slam behind her. Megan waltzes in with a post-meditation glow about her. “Wow. Smells like hate sex in here, well done, champ.”