Dance With Me

by Lexus Love

  Oh no. The thought resounded in her head. Oh God! What had she done? Again. Shiite

  Debbie's pulsing headache grew to a crushing migraine as her world came crashing down around her.

  Once again she heard the sudden screeching of tires and metal crunched against metal pile up on the freeway.

  The stickiness between her thighs confirmed her suspicions.

  Good God Almighty!

  What had they done?

  How could she have done this to Eric? Worse yet, to Kidadha Again?

  It’s like she had no self-control whenever the big dick fucker touched her.

  They’d danced the night away to “Slowly” and ended up in bed once again.

  As the cleaning lady waved goodbye to her and the other occupant in the room, Debbie closed the door and braced herself for the confrontation waiting to happen.

  She covered her face with her hands and muttered "Oh god! How could I do this? How could I have let this happen? Again?"

  Nigel knew what was coming the minute he saw Debbie tense up like a brick wall when he greeted the gawking cleaning lady in Spanish.

  He sat there listening to her admonish herself about the breath-taking night they'd shared and tried to head her off. “Good morning, Love. How are we doing this today?"

  Silence followed his greeting. “The food's done, so I was thinking we could order for breakfast. Some blueberry pancakes, a bottle of honey and let stay in for the day." He asked with feigned delight.

  The fact that she still had her back to him after she'd quietly closed the door with a sure click was enough to make him straighten up in his perched position against the padded headboard of the bed ready for battle.

  36

  Debbie faced him with a dejected look upon her beautiful face.

  It cut him to the soul like the cat-o-nine sliced open the precious Savior's back when he saw the regret and disappointment mar her features.

  Dear God! He looked so delicious sitting there like that!

  Her panicked brain observed seductively as she drank in his sensual pose with his hard upper body propped against the headboard.

  His large bulging biceps and triceps that had held her tight through the night, his handsome face, full lips, his golden eyes staring at her reminded her of a shark and sent a shiver down her spine.

  Her eyes skidded over his smooth broad chest down to his cocoa brown, cute little nipples that stood out in stark contrast against his mahogany-colored skin, grabbing her attention like neon lights.

  Down to the exposed muscular thigh of his right leg and his bare toes, the white sheet covered his more-licked her dry lips- delicious parts.

  "Nigel I-I...Please leave. I don't want to be rude but you can't stay here” she stammered, staring at somewhere above his head.

  She wanted him out.

  Out of her life and out of her head, however right this minute she wanted him out of her room.

  Nigel regarded her staring the space directly above his head and he was a little upset.

  A heavy sigh came from the bed, “I guess the honeymoon is now officially over then?"

  "What?" her eyes finally met is his in confusion.

  No, not upset. Mad as hell. Officially pissed off.

  "You heard me" he replied sharply, his anger showing its ugly little head as he stared her down.

  "Nigel. This was no honeymoon." She sounded like she was speaking to a slow-minded child.

  “This was not supposed to happen. Ever again. It was a mistake that should have never happened the first time around.” she said with conviction.

  She wanted him to understand her position in this, no matter what the state of Nevada said.

  "A mistake,” he said repeated quietly.

  "Yes,” she replied on the breath she had been holding.

  "So... What you're saying is that our marriage means nothing' to you?

  "I didn't say that. I-"

  Nigel's black eyes narrowed dangerously. Oh shit.

  "Yes.... you did. You said it was a mistake to give yourself to me, your legally wedded husband, again."

  “We aren’t married-“

  “Oh yes we are and you know it. According to the signed and sealed, framed certificate up on my bedroom wall, your last name has been changed to Swayne for the last eight weeks!”

  “Nigel, we are not married. You are not my husband. I don’t care what some fake chaplain or your stupid piece of paper says!”

  Exasperated Debbie tried to make him see reason. Judging by his silence and slow nod as he held her gaze, she thought he'd gotten the picture.

  He was a very sensible person, even at his young age so this shouldn't be too hard for him to understand.

  He’d been through enough in his young life to be able to handle a little rejection with dignity and keep his pride intact.

  The brother was young and had his whole life ahead of him, he would bounce back.

  “I’m sorry that you feel that way, Debs, but nothing is going to change the fact that you and I belong together. You belong to me and that’s how it will remain

  WTF? This little fucker has no sense what so ever.

  "Don’t make this about you or your hurt pride, Nigel. Yes, I slept with you, twice but that does not mean it was right, that it was meant to happen.

  "Humph. So says you. And it was more than twice. I don't believe it was a mistake, the first or the thirteenth time around. I wanted you, you wanted me. Put the two of us together near any flat surface, this was bound to happen again. "

  "How can you say that?!" she shrieked at him

  “How can you sit there and say that to me?! Do you know what we've done?! I realize we were both under the influence of alcohol the first time I let you touch me and of course last night's bottle of champagne on an empty stomach was no help at all, so I can't state you took advantage of me."

  "This time?” He asked her point-blank.

  He knew she was thinking about their first encounter where he first loved her with his tongue in his living room and when she wouldn't return his stare, he was sure of it.

  So, okay, it was true.

  He did tongue rape the shit out her clit and made her an anal slut with deviant pleasure that fateful evening, but… he'd sincerely apologized for taking advantage of her when she'd given him the chance to and had told her about his deep feelings for her which developed long before the incident.

  She’d said she’d forgiven him and had asked him to forget the incident ever happened.

  He'd gotten angry and told her he would forget it if he could.

  She lied about forgiving him and was now using the incident as a way to detach herself from the situation at hand and undermine their affair the night before.

  God, from the way she'd moaned and climaxed over and over again all night as he sexed all her tight holes-mouth, pussy, and ass - she’d scream almost loud enough to wake the entire town - he'd never dreamed she’d cheapen their lovemaking like this.

  "Is that what you wanted to say? That this time I didn't force myself on you? That I didn't hold you down and fuck you senseless while you screamed at me to stop even while you came all over me like a raging river repeatedly?"

  She didn't say anything to that.

  Okay.

  "What about our first night together as a man and a woman?

  Man and wife?!! Was he crazy?

  Debbie recoiled as if he'd just slapped her.

  He'd had enough of this. He was not going to stay here and listen to the woman he did spend the two best nights of his life with- pun intended- the woman he planned spending forever with, saying that what they’d done was something cheap and degrading.

  "I love you Debbie and I-"

  "Oh Gawd! Don’t say shit like that! "She cried out. “It’s not true and you know it!” She said accusingly.

  Nigel sighed in defeat and annoyance and finally got to his feet, the sheet falling away.....

  Debbie's gaze skidded around to find any other spot
to stare at than on his strong thighs and unsheathed shaft-even flaccid it was beautiful and called to her -and continued to give him the riot act of Deborah Nicole Wilson's perfect world as he bent over, picked up his clothes from the floor and began to get dressed.

  "I'm in a committed relationship-

  “With me!”

  “-and so are you! What we did was not just morally wrong but unforgivable if this ever came out! Besides-" she said nastily" you’re nineteen, just a kid! I just might end up in jail for yo' ass."

  Nigel became as still as a statue.

  "Is this what all this is really about?" he asked quietly.

  Debbie glanced to the side, not replying.

  "Answer me!" he shouted.

  Debbie started guiltily but she didn't want to answer.

  She never wanted to acknowledge that she'd just cheated on her fiancé with her sister's kid boyfriend?! Let alone admit that his age did bother her.

  But he wanted an answer so she would tell him the truth "Yes."

  Nigel looked enraged as hell

  "Really?" he asked incredibly, he faced her fully dressed down to his dress shoes.

  Nigel did what he was very good at and began to silently and effortlessly stalk his prey.

  As he stepped around the bed and moved slowly toward her, she took a step back.

  "This nonsense that's been spilling from your lips is all about my age." the woman who quickly sensed she was in danger, backed up till her back connected with the door and tried to blend into the wooden panels when he was standing three inches from her.

  Nigel hardened painfully by the sight of the swollen breasts heaving behind the open flaps of the silk robe, her nipples hard and pebbled, outlined solidly against the soft cloth even while a panicked look came into Debbie's eyes.

  So much for her so-called excuse that she was under the influence of alcohol whenever he made her lose her head and drip like a fuckin' faucet.

  With Nigel crowding her against the solid door, she wanted to laugh. Debbie was a grown woman; she refused to cower to a child.

  She found her brass ones and faced him defiantly. “Of course, it is! And it isn’t nonsense! You... me....we can never be! "She hissed at him.

  "And, who pray tell,-" Nigel closed the gap between them and pressed fully against her, breast to chest, his leg slipping between her legs, the skirt of the robe rode up and bunched against her bare pelvis.

  "Could stop us? “

  Debbie sucked in her breath as Nigel started a slow grind against her, the soft shiny cloth slid softly against her swollen clit.

  "Tell me, Debbie? Who could stop us from what we did here last night? Hmm?

  Debbie hissed in response then gasped when the tempo increased while Nigel continued to brain fuck her with his hot words.

  "Huh? Would they have been able to stop how you moaned and groaned while I ate you out like you were my last meal or how you swallowed my cum like it was fuckin' milk?”

  Nigel wanted to pound her hot center up against the door, while wrapping her legs tightly around his waist," Or when I slammed into your drippy wet pussy and you tried to cut my dick off with your fuckin' cunt? Who? Debbie? Who would have been able to stop us?"

  Debbie rubbed herself hard against Nigel’s leg. She couldn’t stop herself, her climax was as close as his nasty words drove her on.

  Trembling as she started to peak Debbie could not believe what happened next.

  Niger had felt her tense and knew she was close when he got even with her for her cutting words.

  He stopped all movement; he bent close to her ear and whispered his damning words. “No one. Not one of them has been able to stop this kid from ass fucking you plenty till you shat cum for days."

  He stepped away from her and gave her a disgusted look that singed her from the inside out

  "Will you be the one to tell them that this nineteen-year-old kid took your virginity about two months ago and has made you cum over and over and over again since then?

  I guess the pain wasn't worth it to you when you gave it up to me, then."

  Debbie gasped, reared back and cracked a hand across his face with all the shame and frustration she felt.

  “I hate you!” She hissed at him, tears running freeing from her unblinking gaze.

  Nigel just stared at her. He was not Harold; he would never physically hurt any woman no matter what she said or did to piss him off, royally.

  But he could apologize when his biting words cause her emotional pain. "I'm sorry. I deserved that."

  He reached out and captured a tear as it made its way down the painfully beautiful face. He’d made her cry and he was very sorry he did.

  “I never meant to hurt you." He reached for the handle of the door, pulled it open; bringing Debbie's trembling lips a breath away from his.

  She blinked and more tears pooled in her large brown eyes as he told her what he'd wanted to ever since he'd kissed her the first time before he walked away.

  "You know how I feel about you, Debbie. I've never hidden that away from you or the world. No matter what you think the reason is, I truly believe this is meant to be."

  37

  Dear God? What have I done? Debbie asked herself repeatedly as she lay on the rumpled sheets of her sacrifice and cried the day away.

  Another maid had come in earlier but Debbie had frightened the woman away, screaming to get out leaving her to wallow in her misery and self-pity.

  She berated herself for her immoral behavior with Nigel that night during the competition five months ago and here throughout the eventful night before, was especially hard on her for cheating on Eric once again, a man she truly believed loved her.

  Didn't he? He’d continued their relationship even after she told him she would not sleep with him unless they were married.

  Though she prayed, fasted and often took lots of cold showers to take off the edge, she felt he didn't need to know that any more than he needed to know about her wanton acts with Nigel.

  He proposed in their last year of college to show his continued love and understanding, and in her own way of showing him her love she practiced oral sex on him.

  Eric had always been satisfied with that especially when she adapted to his size and started deep throating him.

  Who would have ever thought that Nigel would be the one she would lose her maidenhead to that night two months ago or the nasty things they did since then.

  Oh Goodness!

  They’d ordered room service last night and after the food cart finally came, she'd let him love her in every hole while he fed her, she’d drank his hot seed with glee, sucking the honey from his low hanging balls and sat on his face while he ate whipped cream and berries out her honey pot.

  Even his name made her hot and bothered, she'd masturbated three times already.

  Something her “so-called husband” had taught her. The minute he left she'd climbed into the bed, grabbed the pillow he’d slept on and sobbed her eyes out.

  But as she laid there tears pouring down her face, her hand had slipped beneath the folds of the robe, found her swollen clit and made a taboo till she gasped and shuddered her lust away.

  Twice in the shower, the warm water cascading down her back and tears down her face, the image of Nigel thrusting deep into her body as he played with her clit, made her sink to the cold tile flooring of the shower, her wanton cries echoing off the walls as her walls pulsed and throbbed, pleading to be filled by him.

  After three hours of crying and sleeping, Debbie realized that this was not doing her any good.

  As she laid there on the messed up bed, she realized that though she loved Eric, she was in love with Nigel.

  And it was not because of his skills in bed. It had more to do with their relationship overall. The way they laughed and played around together, the conversation they had as friends which drew them into lovers.

  The emotional roller coaster that her heart gets on every time she sees him or hears his voice. The fr
ill that she gets just seeing him happy and his genuine love for other people.

  Nigel may be a lot of things but naïve was not one of them. Suddenly she knew why she married him and was head over heels in love with the giant.

  38

  The following week brought Lucy no relief.

  Well …not the kind she was expecting.

  Keith Swayne arrived for dinner promptly at 7:30 pm as promised the night before. He’d brought a bottle of white wine, Lucy’s favorite, as a hostess gift.

  Nigel was out of town, attending a seminar for this Quantity Surveying course he was taking and would be gone for the next three nights.

  Which meant she would be alone in the humongous mansion all on her own.

  Which also meant it’d be herself and Keith alone at the house for dinner.

  They exchanged pleasantries and small talk throughout dinner, then moved to the family room.

  “So, how’s life living in this museum of a house your son built, to honor my father?”

  Lucy gave him a sour look. “The same as when I lived at your house. I feel trapped.”

  Keith coughed into his fist to cover-up his laughter at her blatant double meaning of the words.

  She had felt a lot of things while staying at his house. Her being trapped was one of his favorite things.

  “Hmm. Ok. Ok. I’ll take that.”

  She smiled knowing he saw through her wordplay.

  “Actually, it has been wonderful. We have been spending most mornings together and we do a family night once a week”

  A sad look came over Keith's face at the mention of family.

  “That’s great. I'm happy for you two.”

  “Thank you.”

  They settled into an uncomfortable silence for about ten minutes, sipping on their respective glasses of wine.

  “Well,” he said, rising to his feet. “I best be on my way now. The boys are at a sleepover at my neighbor’s, but I have work to do.”