A Knight Comes To Bed

by Sweet

  When she got to the sculpture of the two figures embraced in struggle and one groping the other, she sped up her step. Although she hadn't been one of the people that had protested the existence of the stone carvings, she didn't exactly like them, either. For her, the piece was just a reminder that there were people out there who wanted to hurt her for reasons that had been recycled and reused for years, reasons as old as time, really.

  As a beautiful and smart woman, Rachel sometimes thought about how lucky she was to not yet be a statistic on a chart somewhere in the annuls of the university that mapped out the rise and fall of sexual assault on campus, moving with the wax and wane of frat boys and sports stars. Rachel didn't think all of them were like that though, always keeping in mind that there were plenty of frat friends and sports people she kept in touch with, and they would never even think of so much as treating her poorly.

  That's why Rachel hadn't protested with the feminists even though she considered herself one, even going as far as to tell her mother and father, when he was still alive, that she identified as a feminist. Her mother had taken it well, just laughing a little laugh and telling her not to burn her bra right away. Her father had gotten a little snappy, saying something along the lines of the expected “no daughter of mine” speech. Rachel had taken both reactions in stride, realizing that her parents would always be her parents no matter what, and no extremist political ideology was going to change that for them.

  But Rachel didn't really consider feminism to be extremist at all, instead viewing it as a natural reaction—wanting equal pay and to be in charge of her own body was something she felt should be the default way of thinking for women, since it was certainly what men would want if the positions were changed. She was lost in deep thought when she heard what sounded like a large animal rushing through vegetation behind her.

  Rachel turned, but instead of seeing a charging bull saw Kurt Sully, one of the football players that always looked at her like a piece of meat. In the brief moments between seeing Kurt and him crossing the distance, she screamed as loud as she could.

  Rachel turned to meet him and saw that his eyes were dark and menacing, as if he knew exactly what was going to happen. His left arm cocked back to deliver a powerful punch. She feinted like she was going to duck or shimmy past him to the right. But instead, she held her ground and blocked with her right arm. His punch fell long, with the bicep impacting her blocking arm and his fist overshooting her head by a few inches.

  For a second they seemed to freeze in the air, like two marionettes strung up by gods to mime the sculpture “Greed” that served as their backdrop. Before the seemingly stretched-out moment ended, Rachel managed to rake Kurt across the face with her nails, from top to bottom. Each finger opened up a deep rent in his face that gushed blood down onto his varsity jacket.

  Then they dropped to the ground with a thud, entangled. Somewhere in the flight or fight part of Rachel's brain, it occurred to her that she would probably need some kind of plan. When she stood up, Kurt would be standing up, too, and his intentions were pretty clear at this point.

  Rachel rolled over on her stomach, pushed her palms down on the earth, and brought her feet up under her so she could run right away before Kurt could try to wrestle her back to the ground. But then she saw someone sprinting towards them at full speed.

  Just before the blurring figure got to them, she recognized Sam by his varsity jacket. Relief flooded her.

  Rachel opened her mouth to say something before Sam soccer-kicked Kurt in the face. The big oaf had been crawling over to Rachel with the intent of snaking one of her legs out from underneath her just while she stood up. The kick from Sam was so viscous it sent him spinning the other way, and left him cradling his head, his face a ragged mess from Rachel's nails.

  “You bastard!” Sam said. “How could you?”

  Kurt looked at Sam with an expression of blank terror. Instead of saying anything in return, Kurt got to his feet and sprinted into the darkness of the sculpture garden, weaving in and out of some of them to be harder to catch. Sam's body tensed for a moment, as if to take after Kurt, but then he relaxed.

  Rachel was glad to see him stay with her instead of chasing the football player into the dark where who knew what could be waiting for him. She wondered how many times Kurt had done this, and what tricks or traps waited in the dark for those who decided to take action against the sick son-of-a-bitch.

  Chapter Seven

  “ARE YOU ALL right?” Sam said.

  Rachel rubbed the spot where Kurt's bicep had connected with her head when he'd overshot his punch. She looked down at herself to find her clothes disheveled and soiled, but besides that, not much damage was done.

  “I think so,” Rachel said standing up and dusting herself off quickly.

  They both stood in silence for a moment before Rachel burst into tears.

  Sam tried consoling her with a hug, but for a few minutes the sobs wouldn't stop coming.

  “Oh my God.” Rachel said. “Thank you so much for being here, Sam. If it hadn't been for you, I don't know what would have happened. That sicko was hiding here behind those perverted statues! Can you believe that?”

  Sam held her gently for a few moments, wondering what the right thing to do was. It occurred to him that he needed to get her somewhere safe, somewhere she could recover from the shock of the incident and clean up a little bit.

  “We could go back to my place,” Sam said pointing to the other side of the sculpture garden. “It's just across the street from here. We'd just have to follow this path to the street and cross.”

  “That sounds fine,” Rachel said. “I just need a second, okay? Just give me a second to calm down.”

  They walked carefully through the sculpture garden to the street, wary of the possibility that Kurt might be lurking in the shadows. But it didn't take them long to make it through the stones and to the street where they crossed to get to Sam's apartment.

  Sam lived in a gated community, a nice apartment complex that you needed a key fob to get access to. There was a pool and a sauna. Rachel wasn't sure how much Sam paid for rent each month, but it obviously wasn't cheap in the least. Even though the adult playground of the pool existed, people weren't lounging around drunk, dressed like they were at the beach. Most people Rachel saw were walking quietly to or from their room. She figured that the pool must have become a novelty for them a long time ago.

  Sam lived on the third story of the complex, which meant talking an elevator or taking a few flights of stairs. Given the situation, they decided it would be best to wait for an elevator. After thirty seconds of standing there, the elevator chimed open and they were whisked three stories above without having to walk up the stairs.

  Sam led the way to his room. Rachel thought about asking why it seemed like the door was so sturdy, but thought better of asking a weird question upon first stepping into Sam's apartment and seeing the large Persian rug, a beautiful purple color, stretched over the majority of the room. The décor was old paintings from different eras of history. It looked like Sam had a thing for Egyptology from the many photos of the pyramids hanging from the walls.

  The interior of his bedroom was barely visible through its cracked door, and inside she could barely make out beige walls and a green lava lamp. The whole thing might have seemed strange if it wasn't already so out of what Rachel had perceived to be Sam's character of a stereotypical jock.

  Sam was turning out to be much more than a frat boy, and Rachel couldn't help but smile at how the deeper side of people surprised her. She crossed the room to Sam's couch where she moved a pillow out of the way so she could sit down.

  “Do you need anything to drink?” Sam asked. “I've got water and a few other things in the fridge if you want anything.”

  “No, I'm okay,” Rachel said. “Sam, I just want to thank you for being there for me, is all. You have no idea how much it means that you rescued me from that creep. Who knows what would have happened if you
wouldn't have been there?”

  Sam crossed the room and sat down next to Rachel on his couch. “Rachel, there’s no need to thank me, really,” Sam said. “I know that you would have done the same thing for me if our roles were reversed.”

  They embraced in a tight hug. Rachel was so glad that Sam was in her life, that he had been there to save her from an awful date, that he had talked to her at the party, that he had saved her in the garden, and now, that he was here to console her in the aftermath of the sexual assault.

  Rachel took a deep breath and smelled Sam's cologne and sweat. His masculine scent of spice and earth swam through her head and drugged her senses. His smell enveloped her, was all over her. All she could do was revel in his heady, masculine scent.

  She hugged him even tighter and Sam hugged back. She could feel his breath on her neck. God, she was getting turned on. She shifted her weight forward and almost fell off the couch. Sam had a hold of her though, and instead of flopping off the couch, she toppled onto him.

  As she pushed herself off of him in embarrassment, she felt something hard in Sam's pants.

  “Oh, Sam,” Rachel said. She tried not to show it, but excitement raced through her veins and pulsed between her legs. A hug had never turned her on like this before, but Sam had a certain way with her.

  “My roommates are gone for the night,” Sam said. “We've got the place to ourselves,” he whispered.

  Rachel moved a little bit closer to him.

  “But I don't want you to do anything you aren't comfortable with,” Sam said. “So maybe you should…”

  Before he got a chance to finish, Rachel kissed him full on the lips, running her tongue over his lips before pulling away.

  Chapter Eight

  “I WANT YOU to take me,” Rachel said. “Please, Sam. I know I’ll like it. Please get his memory off of me. Make me forget, Sam. I need you to.”

  Sam didn't need any further invitation. He kissed Rachel hard on the mouth as he pushed her back onto the sofa. He cradled her face in his big hands as he pressed his body against hers. Rachel could feel his heavy, steely erection against her mound. It made her heart stutter. She ached for him. She wanted him so desperately.

  Pulling off his shirt, he hopped up between her legs and kicked off his shoes with his feet as quickly as he could. Rachel stripped her top off and pulled her skirt part of the way up, hesitating to see his reaction.

  “Oh God, I want you so much Rachel,” Sam said as he looked. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

  “Then kiss me again,” Rachel said. “And don’t stop. I can't wait to feel you inside me.”

  Without any more hesitation, Sam settled his mouth over hers once more. His tongue brushed her bottom lip and curled into her full mouth. Rachel let out a moan and wrapped her arms around him, bringing him closer.

  Sam undid his zipper and slowly worked out his cock. When it finally spilled out into the V of metal teeth made by his zipper, it was fat with blood. Rachel reached out and touched it gingerly, watching it slowly come to full erection. It throbbed in the air, pulsing in front of them.

  It made Rachel salivate to watch. She started tugging on it firmly, smiling up at Sam as he looked down at her with the same smile. He must have been seven or eight inches long by Rachel's guess, and was the thickest Rachel had ever seen. She wondered if she would be able to take it.

  Without removing any more clothes, Sam leaned forward, pulled Rachel's panties to the side, and started rubbing the head of his dick against her wet pussy lips. Rachel instinctively moved her hips forward, trying to get his dick in her as soon as possible.

  Sam moved with her body though, so that she didn't get any more or less of his dick inside of her. He wanted to control it, and he knew that she would have a hard time taking all of his length and girth in one thrust.

  “Careful, baby,” Sam said. “I don't want you to hurt. I want you to feel good.”

  Sam kept massaging the big, throbbing head of his dick into her opening and started to press forward with his hips. The first two or three inches he pressed into her slowly in one smooth motion. She felt so wet and soft against him that he had a hard time controlling himself.

  He looked down at her, savoring the moment with her. God, she looked so beautiful.

  Rachel's eyes kept trying to roll back in her head as she moaned. When Sam had got half of his dick in her, he sat motionless for a moment, and then started to move forward in short, small thrusts. Each small thrust penetrated his large member into her a little further, until he was balls deep inside of her.

  “Damn, this is so…” Sam groaned. “You feel so good, baby. Do you like how I feel?”

  Rachel writhed her hips against him, trying to get his veiny hardness to rub against all of her pussy at the same time. She loved how it felt inside of her, filling her up. Sam leaned forward and pulled her bra down around her midriff, letting her breasts bounce as he moved inside her.

  “Sam…” Rachel said as she arched her chest closer to him. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Oh baby, I won’t,” he breathed out. He opened his mouth over her nipple, swirling his tongue and sucking it fiercely. He pounced on the other and did exactly the same.

  She thrashed around, barely able to constraint herself. The only thing she could do was to hug him closer to her.

  Sam thrust into her with a steady rhythm, leaning back slightly as she lifted her hips up level with his as he sat up on his knees. She was right where he wanted her.

  “Play with yourself,” Sam said.

  Rachel’s breath caught.

  “Wh-what?” Rachel asked as Sam made his way deeper into her.

  “Play with your clit while I fuck you.” Sam said between gasps for air. He was in shape and not tired, but their intensity made him breathless.

  Desire surged through Rachel’s veins as she processed his request. The way he was taking charge aroused her all the more. It overtook any semblance of shyness left in her, and she did as he asked.

  Rachel reached down and started playing with her clit as Sam pumped into her. It felt so good, a sensation totally different than playing with herself when her past lovers had fucked her. Rachel was no virgin, but she'd never been fucked like Sam was fucking her right now. The added excitement of being commanded to play with herself just made everything that much more erotic for her.

  All of a sudden, a huge orgasm rocked her body. It was the kind of orgasm that didn’t build up but would just happen, like earth-shattering earthquakes. Rachel tried to maintain some semblance of composure for a moment but gave up almost immediately.

  Her body shook with the power of her orgasm, making her grab on to Sam's legs to steady herself. Her back arched, pushing her head into the couch cushions. His name was on her lips as her mind swam in pleasure.

  Sam grabbed onto her hips and pulled her toward him so he could keep going while she had an orgasm. He wound himself wishing he had a third hand so he could play with her clit for her while she shook with orgasm.

  Sam couldn't believe how validating it was to watch the effect he was having on Rachel. It was so empowering to know that he could make someone feel so good. Sam wondered why the sex he'd had before with other girls hadn't felt the same. In the past, it had been fun to fuck girls, for sure, but it hadn't been on the same level he and Rachel were on now, with her body rocking with orgasm and him trying to hold on.

  Nothing about this experience was normal. Before, it had been an act that surely had been special, but not fireworks like this. Actually, this was more than fireworks. Having sex was always a pleasure that he could barely put into words, but this experience felt more intimate, he felt a connection so wordless yet absolute. The way he connected with her felt sacred.

  Sam realized that before, he had just been fucking, and now he was making love.

  “You’re so sweet.” Sam said as he showered her with light kisses. “You feel so good, baby.”

  Rachel's body stopped shaking and just quive
red.

  “Oh Sam,” Rachel said. “You have no idea how good that just felt. You’re incredible.”

  “Did you like it?” Sam said. “Did it feel good?”

  Sam knew he was just stroking his ego now, asking those questions, but he figured why not.

  “Oh baby, I liked it so much.” Rachel said. “You have no idea how much that felt, like everything was coming together. That orgasm blew me over. I’ve never had it as strong as that.”

  Without warning, Sam flipped Rachel over on her stomach. He admired the luscious globes of her ass and the slender curve of her hips. He wrapped his arms under her, feeling the warmth of her back against his chest. He immediately filled her with deep thrusts, one after the other. He kissed the crook of her neck and nibbled at her earlobes, sending her mad with pleasure.

  Sam slid his fingers between her legs and started rubbing her sweet spot with slow, gentle strokes. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, couldn’t get enough of her.

  “Baby, you feel so good.” Sam said as he gripped her hips hard enough that he was sure would leave bruises tomorrow.

  “Harder, Sam” Rachel screamed. “Don’t hold back, please…”

  The rhythmic smack-smack-smack-smack sound filled the room as Sam reached the peak of his crescendo. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer, but wanted to try his best. The last few seconds before he came seemed to slow down, his whole cock becoming a completely hard, tensed muscle.

  Sam pulled out quickly and came all over her back… thick, long ropes of cum shot out of his dick to rest in streaks on her skin. Rachel wiggled her ass back and forth while he came. She loved every part of feeling his warm release on her back.

  Moments later, they lay in each other’s arms. It had been so good that neither of them quite knew what to say.

  For years, Sam had dismissed every thought of having a serious relationship. He had set his goals a long time ago and decided that nothing would distract him from them. But somehow, Rachel had rewired his body, and the idea of being close to her warmed his heart. She wasn’t like the other girls he had one-night stands with. Something about her made him want to know her more.