by Lucia Jordan
“Hello, Kelly,” he said. “You look beautiful,” he ran a hand through a new hairstyle. It was modelled after some boy band and made him look young and stupid. Kelly wanted to shave his head.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Kelly snarled, gripping her handbag tightly, wondering how much of a weapon it would make.
Jake signed and ran a hand through his vaguely curly, sandy hair. “I’m not sure, honestly. It’s like… I feel I owe you an apology.”
“I should say so!” Kelly snapped. “But I don’t want to speak to you, or even see you, to be honest. Get out of my way.”
“Can’t we go in and talk about this?”
“I’m not letting you into my apartment.”
“Why not? It’s not as though I’ve never been in before.”
“I don’t give a shit where you’ve been before… You are not coming in.”
“Well, I’ll talk out here, then,” Jake held up his hands. “I’ve got a lot to say and I think you deserve to hear it.”
“I’m listening,” Kelly said, tapping her foot.
“Look, it was a really shitty thing to do, yeah? Running out on you like that…” he stopped as Kelly snorted the obvious. “But that’s because I’m a shitty person. I understand that, I really do.”
“I don’t think you do,” she replied, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole. She felt embarrassed on behalf of both of them, and wondered how Jake could stand still, looking so open and unbothered.
“No, I do. It was… the worst moment of my life when I sent that text,” he said. “I hit the bottle for a week afterwards. Couldn’t live with myself. I knew what you must be feeling, and I just… knew I’d fucked it all up. And I’d never be able to set things right again.”
“Well, you can’t.”
“Let me try?” Jake reached for Kelly’s hand but she put her arms behind her back.
“No, Jake,” Kelly said firmly. “I don’t want you.”
“I’m different!” Jake said. “I’ve changed, you know?”
“You can never change enough for me!” Kelly spat, stepping away from the man she had once promised to marry. “Go away! I don’t want to fucking see you any more,” she said, a sob catching in her voice.
“I’ll come back,” Jake said sadly, heading down the stairs. Kelly shook her head and let herself back into her apartment, locking the door firmly behind her. She didn’t feel like going out that day anymore.
Chapter Two
Kelly stayed in for the rest of the weekend, hunching over her old books and re-reading old texts from months ago. She knew she was lonely – desperately lonely, but there was no way she was letting Jake back into her life. He had done more than ruin her wedding day – he had made her loathe herself, and hate everything about herself. She sighed, picking at her jumper, and listening to the crushing silence of the apartment. Almost without thinking about it, she took her mobile and ran through her contacts. She needed company that night – company with no attachments, and company without affection. She only hoped that Scott would be willing and available.
The dial tone hummed in her ear and Kelly was tempted to hang up before a gravelly, familiar voice answered it.
“Hello?”
“Scott? It’s Kelly,” she blushed, even though he couldn’t see her.
“Kels! How are you?”
Kels? She thought. “I’m good, thanks. I was wondering if you’re up to anything tonight?”
“No plans as of yet.”
“Did you want to come over?” she asked, biting her lip, drawing blood. Was he going to say ‘no’?
There was a silence on the end of the line. “Why do you want me to come over?” he replied.
“Why do you think?”
“For a romantic date?”
“No way.”
“In that case I’ll come over. I hope you’re ready,” he said, and the line went dead. Kelly shivered slightly as she felt her body react to Scott’s voice and the implications of what was going to happen that evening. She could hardly wait.
*
She wore her sexiest jeans and poured two small glasses of amber liquid into crystal glasses. She felt uncharacteristically nervous, as though she was about to lose some sort of second virginity – but surely she had done that when she took Scott out of the club weeks ago? Was she a slut now? Did she even care?
The doorbell rang and she almost leapt to go and answer it. Her hand mildly shaking, she pulled the door open to see Scott wearing very casual, logo-ridden clothes and holding a bag.
“Hey… what’s in the bag?” she asked.
“Spare clothes,” he shrugged. “Figured I should bring some.”
“Would you like a drink?”
“Please.”
There was something very formal and stunted about the conversation, but the awkwardness of it all was making Kelly’s inside flutter with excitement and her breasts cover themselves in a flesh of goose-pimples. She passed Scott the drink and they stared at one another. Kelly briefly considered changing her mind, but the bulge in Scott’s chinos spoke for itself, and she was desperate to have that large organ buried inside her body once again. She took a step towards him and he dropped his glass to the floor, scattering crystal and slivers of glass over the polished wooden floorboards. Kelly didn’t care. She only wanted him, and their lips connected as though they were made for each other.
Scott’s hand delved down to grab her buttocks over the tight denims she was wearing, and one hand slid under the waistband to caress her naked butt cheek. Kelly moaned against his mouth, feeling his warm fingers digging into the flesh. She pushed her body closer to his, and felt his hard cock pressing against her crotch through their clothing.
She gasped, unable to wait a second longer. Her hands slid down his t-shirt covered chest, to his well-maintained and hard stomach and abruptly delved under the waistband of his jeans. He growled menacingly against her mouth, biting her lower lip, as her hand found his cock and she held it in her hand. It was as she recalled – thick and long with the potential to either wound or to pleasure, depending on how it was used. She grinned cheekily up at him as she squeezed it gently. Scott pushed his large cock towards Kelly’s body, making her groan aloud as the pulsating organ pushed roughly into her waist. She was desperate to be filled by it – to have the pleasure of her cunt juices slicking over the naked organ and riding it to her climax.
Without another moment, Scott lifted Kelly onto the dining room table, scattering candlesticks, plates and cups onto the floor, still kissing her forcefully – his tongue exploring every crevice of her mouth and she responded willingly – fighting back with her own strong muscles – her hands grabbing onto his shoulders to steady herself and to pull his wonderful weight on top of her.
Fucking YES! Kelly thought, as he released her mouth and quickly pulled her jeans down. She was still dressed completely from the waist up, but Scott was obviously in a hurry to get her this first fuck of the evening out of the way. He pulled her up slightly, raising her firm buttocks from the table, and with an arm around her waist, slid her red, lace panties down, throwing them onto the destroyed, plate-strewn floor.
Scott wasted no time in pushing his own jeans and briefs pants down. Kelly’s eyes widened and she felt a flush of wetness socking her cunt as she watched him. She was panting with anticipation, looking at his long, lean cock, mesmerized; knowing that it would be buried into her a moment from now. Scott grabbed her thighs and pulled her towards his body, so her legs were in the air in front of him. Bending her legs while parting them, he positioned his hard cock between her legs and rubbed the tip over her cunt.
Kelly gasped, grabbing onto his forearms and suddenly desired to spear herself right onto Scott’s shaft. She could feel the man exploring her wet folds, and when he had lubricated a digit with her juice, Scott slid one finger inside her tight cunt and was thrusting deep inside her body.
Kelly gasped, eyes wide, as her muscles began to clench aga
inst his finger, leaking juices all over his hand. “You’re so wet already,” he said to her looking directly into her eyes, his jaw hardened as he tried to control his own rampaging arousal.
Chapter Three
“I can’t wait any longer,” he said to her, and moved back into position between her legs. Holding his cock in one hand, he looked down at her newly shaved, smooth mound and guided his hot, long cock deep inside her. She grabbed onto his forearms again, gasping as he pushed into her tight cunt slowly. She was tighter than before. It had been a while. Halfway inside her, he looked at her face and grabbed onto her waist with both hands, “Wrap your legs around me, loosely,” he instructed.
Kelly complied and the next instant, he tightened his hold onto her waist and lunged. Kelly gasped, trying to pull away instinctively, but Scott held her in place, not letting her move. “Let your cunt expand around me,” he said slowly as Kelly’s breasts heaved with her breathing and her wet passage clenched and fluttered over the welcome intrusion.
Scott’s cock was buried inside her, but he stayed still, looking closely at Kelly’s face she bit her lower lip and tried to disguise the sensational pleasure of being filled so completely. He instantly pulled his cock out of her, taking a deep breath to control himself against plunging straight back inside. With unexpected tenderness, he embraced Kelly and pulled her face against his chest. He knew she would allow no emotional connection, but he’d be damned if he was going to fuck a girl without feeling her warmth against him.
“You said you wanted to do this,” he said softly against her fragrant hair. “Why?
Kelly pulled back from his embrace, swallowing and sighing as now empty, she contracted, searching for the pleasurable shaft once again. “I do. I need to be with you right now. I can’t explain why, not tonight, but I need you. I want you.”
“Well, technically, you’ve had me. So, do you continue?”
“Yes!” Kelly cried. “I want you to pleasure me and have me pleasure you. I want to feel your load inside me… I want to be properly fucked by a real man.”
Scott looked at her closely, she looked so fuckable sitting there with her naked legs dangling from the dining table he was mesmerized by the sex flush spreading over her breasts, but his desire to fuck her was tempered by his desire to give her pleasure.
He sighed, pulling her down from the counter, “Put on your clothes Kelly,” he said kindly.
“What? No! I’m fine, really,” she said, dumbstruck.
He looked into her eyes, “I’m taking you to your bedroom, for a proper night of passion. That is, if you want to. You don’t deserve a rough fuck in the kitchen, Kelly. I’ll fuck you in your bed, and I promise I won’t tread on your heart,” he said seductively and Kelly’s knees wobbled and her womb fluttered at the look in his eyes. She nodded in agreement.
As soon as they entered the cool, white bedroom, Scott took hold of Kelly’s face from both sides and after staring into her deep green eyes for a moment, kissed her long and lingeringly, making her breath stop. She was wet, and it was ready and pulsating from the aborted attempt.
Scott’s large, soft hands dipped lower to Kelly’s ample breasts and he held them in his palms, massaging them softly and lightly pinching her erect, raspberry-like nipples through her top and bra. Below the waist, she was still completely naked, and her smooth sex was trembling with the need to be touched. As they kissed, she moaned into his mouth, pressing her willing body against his.
Pulling back softly, she peeled her top off and it landed on the floor near her feet. Scott stepped forward and unbuckled her bra to free her breasts. They were full and heavy, totally proportionate to her petite frame. Her nipples were hardened into tight buds, standing up proudly in front of his hot gaze. He bent down to lick a nipple and Kelly gasped, grabbing his head lightly to keep him there.
Her willingness and responsiveness snapped Scott’s forced control, and he pulled her body against his, kissing her roughly while walking towards her bed. Once there, he threw her onto the white, plush covers and silk cushions. She lay there naked, her legs slightly apart, her skin burning to be touched and pleasured. Scott pulled off all his clothes quickly, standing in front of her with his cock hardened and ready to fuck her once again.
Kelly watched his cock and his balls and was mesmerized by the virility he exuded. She spread her legs instinctively as he got on top of her to bend down and bite her neck softly. Kelly was lost in his arms, his naked chest pressing against her soft breasts. Kelly felt Scott’s knee brush against her cunt, and she rubbed against it, feeling a slight relief from her desire to have him touch her. She moaned slightly and wound her arms around his body.
He bent low, sucking hard on her breasts, closing his eyes as he tasted her body. He trailed soft kisses and bites down her stomach, to her navel, and his tongue delved against the smooth skin of her shaved cunt. Kelly groaned, twitching, moving her hips away from his mouth as the sensations overwhelmed her body.
Scott grabbed her legs. “You’re so fucking hot,” he said, grinning. His face was dark and hard with leashed passion, and he bent down again to capture her glistening in his mouth. Kelly moaned, her fingernails digging into his shoulders while he licked her and tasted her juices, sliding his tongue along the crevices between her legs.
He slid a finger into her vagina again, and Kelly winced at the lack of sensation. She needed more than a slender finger. He added another digit slowly, and Kelly relaxed as she realised he was going to pleasure her slowly, rather than giving her a quick fuck.
Scott was doing his best to make their fucking as pleasurable as he possibly could this time around. He was trying to prove that although he truly desired to fuck her, he was also interested in her pleasure – making her come and making her feel every moment an intense experience. Even though he had known she was apparently not interested in his feelings or his heart, he wasn’t able to control his passion. Maybe he couldn’t show her how he felt with his words, or gifts, but he could show her how he felt with the sexual pleasure he gave her.
Scott, beneath his rough and intimidating exterior was developing a soft spot for Kelly, even though she claimed not to be interested in anything but his cock and the way he gave her the most intense, nerve-shattering orgasms. She had only known vanilla lovemaking with Jake, and seeing him the other day had been enough to remind her that that was the last things she wanted. Scott’s eyes burned into hers, and she longed for him to enter her – and quickly. He did not disappoint.
The tall, sensual man leaned over her, positioning his impressive cock between her legs and rested his upper body against his elbows. He kissed Kelly, long and lingeringly, until she was writhing beneath him with arousal and desperation. She wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her hips to touch her cunt to his hardened cock. Scott kept his cock away teasingly, lifting his hips away from her cunt.
She looked at him questioningly, frustration in her face, uncertain about his actions and Scott looked back into her eyes. Touching the side of her face tenderly, “I’m sorry for anything I might have said before, Kelly… I should have been gentler,” he whispered.
Despite the way she had hardened her heart against him, tenderness burst in Kelly’s chest, filling her with a sort of uncertain joy. “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “Maybe this is… Maybe this is what I wanted,” her words were captured by Scott’s mouth as he swooped down to kiss her roughly.
Chapter Four
Still connected by the lingering kiss, and one hand teasing a pert and sore nipple, he shifted, probing her cunt with his hard cock and pushed back inside her slowly. She swallowed him eagerly, the hot head of his cock, enveloping it in warm wetness and sucking in the length of the shaft.
Kelly gasped as her body reacted on its own, drawing in the welcome foreign body, feeling the pressure touching all the walls of her cunt, rubbing her g-spot and pushing into all of her organs. Kelly moaned softly and wrapped her arms and legs around Scott tightly, kissing him harder as he slowly
filled her body with his cock.
Scott was buried all the way now, and his breathing was ragged trying to control his orgasm. He slid out an inch and then thrust back inside, “More?” he asked Kelly.
“Yes,” she gasped.
He pulled out an inch again to thrust back, “How much? How much can you take? How hard?”
“Oh, God.,” she gasped at him, lifting her hips upward; trying to take his cock deeper into her body. “All of you. All of you all at once!” she arched her back, drawing him in so his pelvis met hers – their bones grinding together, and the hot head of his cock butting against her cervix.
At the feeling of reaching the end of her sex, Scott lost control. Grabbing her waist, he lunged inside her and Kelly groaned, responding instantly to the hard thrusts and renewed pleasure. Scott rammed his cock inside her, harder and harder, circling his hips against her soft, wet insides. Kelly felt her insides growing and squeezing in response to the assault, and her clitoris swelled as Scott’s groin rubbed sensually over her open sex.
Kelly’s eyes opened wide as her orgasm began to build and she looked at Scott’s face. “I fucking dare you to come,” he said breathlessly and Kelly let go, her whole sex trembling from her ass to her clitoris, her toes curling as her orgasm overcame her senses and she splintered into a million pieces.
Scott lunged into her, burying deep as he poured his warm cum into her body. He pulled his cock out of her and gathered Kelly into his arms, holding her against his shoulder. He looked at her, her gorgeous dark hair messed up from their fuck, and her skin glowing from her orgasm.
“That wasn’t the best sex I’ve ever had,” he said carefully, as her eyebrows shot up. “But it was certainly the closest I’ve ever felt,” he said gently to her, moving a strand of hair off her face.