Belong

by Jennifer Foor

  I chuckled while dipping down to taste her salty lips. “I’d treasure you though, you’d have to admit it.”

  “You’re sick.”

  I drug the back of my hand over her pussy, feeling the warmth and her enticing essence beckoning more attention. “Mmm, I need to be inside of you. Spread those long legs and let me have it.”

  She did as I requested, staring at me as I stepped forward. My erect cock prodded her entrance, applying pressure so she’d be prepared for my taking. The heat between her legs didn’t compare to the hunger in her eyes. Being this close, knowing she wanted me, all of me, it was almost too much to bear.

  Just as I was about to give up on any form of foreplay, Rachel slid off the bed, pushing me back a step so she could slip in front. She ran her hands up my thighs, my head falling back in response to her gentle caress. She moved closer, spreading my stance. Her face stared at my dick, her eyes heavy and starved.

  She led me to sit on the mattress, scooting her body right back into position between my legs. I watched as she dipped down, kissing the skin between my thigh and sack. She ran her nose over the smooth area, exhaling her hot breath as she went. Her hair, disheveled from my hands being in it, hung over her shoulders, blocking me from an awesome show. I brushed both sides back, seeing her shining eyes staring holes into mine.

  With my full erection in her hand, Rachel pretended to lick only to back away at the last second. She reached out her tongue, barely allowing it to frisk the tip. A strand of her saliva left a trail before breaking off‎. She repeated the task, this time widened those lips to accept the girth. Her slippery mouth welcomed me in, an instant suction sparking a feast of deliverance. While she bobbed her head with precise rhythm, I held onto the mattress with one hand and used the other to run through her dark locks. I stared down at her scalp, struggling to hold it together while her mouth devoured my swollen cock.

  Tiny groans escaped her as she moved, almost sounding like she was enjoying herself, as if I were her favorite chocolate dessert. She was savoring every inch, sucking me off until I hit the brink of ravishment. As she kept on, her spit had caused a slurping sound, making it impossible for me to hold out. ‎Groans escaped my lips as my stability weakened. I could feel every muscle in my body tightening until I had completely constrained. Pushing her face away at the precise moment, I covered her chest and chin with my hot cum. As it oozed, she dipped down and sampled what remained on the tip, dragging her teeth over her bottom lip to finish.

  Instead of being grossed out, Rachel stayed on her knees, her hands coming up and running through the ‎remnants of my explosion. She sucked her fingertip in between her reddened lips again, watching as I fought to keep it together enough to continue.

  My cock, still pulsating like a heartbeat, went limp from emptiness. I calmed my breathing and reached for Rachel, kissing her full on the mouth, not even caring about the mess. I was in a trance, succumbing to an animalistic behavior. I may have needed time to recuperate, but my hunger hadn't yet subsided.

  We used to fuck, taking advantage of the excitement that came with it. It was different now. We were different as a coupled yet still somehow the same. Rachel was like a fine wine, she'd ripened with age.‎ I wanted to drink her up until we were both drunk in each other. There was no way one night would ever satiate this kind of thirst.

  I used my T-shirt to clean up her skin, all while our tongues mingled. Her kisses couldn't quench the desire I craved. I required a more delicate ending; one where our bodies were tangled together like a carnival pretzel.

  Chapter 27

  He was dazzling me with his charm, all while I fought to keep it together on the inside and out. Being with Chad was easy, all except for when we had to say goodbye.

  I should have known he’d come bearing bad news. It wasn’t like we hadn’t been down this road before. Each time I watched him walk out of my life had left me with thicker skin, but for some reason I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it this time around. Too much depended on our relationship, on a future with the only man I knew could fill the empty void he’d left so long ago.

  For some reason I felt like this encounter had to somehow go above and beyond the others. It was as if I wanted to prove I could be all he ever needed. What struck me as odd was the fact that I knew he wasn’t leaving me to go back to his wife or be with another woman. He was leaving for one of the most unselfish reasons possible. Chad was a father before anything else. My respect for him was endless, but with that came the brutal truth of knowing he wouldn’t be coming back to me, at least not for a long time.

  There were some things better left unsaid. While he continued leaving a trail of kisses down between my legs, I battled my inner demons. At any second I knew I’d be in a puddle of tears. The room would be quiet, and Chad would be gone.

  My emotions were unhinged. I longed for resolution, coming up with only a million reason why I couldn’t beg him to change his mind.

  Chad didn’t stop lapping my pussy until I cried out, filling the room, and possibly my neighbors with a euphoric bellow.

  Chad waited a few seconds before bringing his lips to mine. He held me close, our hot bodies sticking together. I don’t remember the moment he slipped inside of me. One minute he was pressed at my opening, and the next moving at a slow pace. We rocked together, making passionate love. We were soaked with sweat, switching positions so each of us could have a turn resting. With Chad’s first load spent, he was able to withstand our love making without having to take long breaks. As the sun began to rise outside, we lay together, him still inside of me from an hour before. The ceiling fan was our only air, keeping our bodies at a comfortable temperature. I knew we couldn’t stay like this forever, but at least we were cherishing what time we had left.

  With no sleep for either of us, it was obvious we both weren’t in any condition to have a heart to heart. My senses, tired, yet still heightened, begged me to leave well enough alone. This wasn’t goodbye forever. Neither of us were going to let that happen. If I had to wait the whole nine months before I felt his touch again I knew it would be worth it.

  The inevitable was about to happen. As soon as Chad got up to use the bathroom I knew he was preparing to leave. I followed him, turning on the shower and stepping inside, keeping the glass door open for him to join me. When I turned back to glance in his direction he was already a few feet away. “If you keep this up I’m never going to go.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought my hungry lips to his. “I’d like that.”

  “I know you would. If there was a way, Rach.”

  “Don’t talk, Chad. Just hold me here for a little while longer.”

  He separated us, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I can’t do this. I need to be able to talk to you, to see and touch you. Veronica can’t keep us apart.”

  “Do what she says for now. Keep her content until we can figure out a way for you to have everything you want. I’m not going anywhere. I promise. I’ll wait for as long as it takes. I might be an old lady when you come back, and you might not even want me anymore, but my heart will remain yours. Until then, we’ll talk, we’ll call, we can even video chat. This isn’t the end. I know it feels like it is, but you and I can’t end. I think we’ve determined it’s impossible.”

  He wiped the falling tears from my cheeks. “Nothing, Rach. Nothing will keep me from coming back to you.”

  I never expected Chad to step out of the shower. I knew better than to race after him. He was losing it and didn’t want me to see. While I collapsed onto the shower floor, I listened for the sound my front door made. It didn’t take him long, or maybe my emotions wouldn’t let me keep track of time. All I knew was that he was gone and I was left wondering if and when I’d ever hear from him again.

  I didn’t bother washing, or even putting clothes on. I climbed right back in the bed we’d made love in and wept for hours on end.

  A full day went by with no messages from Chad. Unbeknownst to me, I
did have a call from Charles’ attorney regarding the reading of his will. Apparently he’d left something to me. I couldn’t think of anything else he’d want me to have, but appreciated the sentiment.

  What worried me was having to sit in a room with Chad and his wife and pretend I wasn’t falling apart.

  That night I got my first message from Chad. It was an unknown number with a Maryland area code. The text came through on my phone, but since I was praying for some kind of contact from him, I opened it immediately.

  This number is just for you. Call me whenever you want. If I’m available I’ll answer. I miss you. I love you. – Chad

  I’m going nuts already. Don’t worry about missing me. You’ll see me in the morning at the attorney’s office. – Rachel

  What? My grandfather left you something. I’m not surprised. You’re highly lovable. I wish I could hold you in my arms. It’s going to be hard to fight from touching you. – Chad

  Same. Maybe we could both take a bathroom break at the same time. – Rachel

  That’s a terrible idea, but I’ll do it if you will. – Chad

  Let’s try to behave. – Rachel

  How are you, Rach? I’m worried about you. I wanted to call yesterday, but the girls were around all day. I ordered this phone and had it delivered to Gracie’s house. Veronica doesn’t know about it, and she’s not going to. She can’t keep us apart. – Chad

  Knowing how much you love me helps. I know the pain is only temporary. We’ll be together again. To the ends of the earth my heart will follow yours. I know that now. – Rachel

  Every time I look at you tomorrow I want you to think of it as a kiss. If you need me just call this number. I’ll check it as much as possible. Stay positive. This shall pass. – Chad

  I managed to sleep for a couple hours that night without waking and needing to use a box of tissues. When I woke, I realized I’d have to shower and dress appropriately. I couldn’t let Chad know how bad I’d let myself go since he’d last seen me. I hadn’t bathed, gone to work, or even put on more than an old T-shirt and pair of underwear.

  I considered not wearing makeup, but compared to his perfectly pasted wife, I needed an extra bit of pizzazz to feel acceptable. I did little under my eyes, because I feared I’d have most of it running down my face before the meeting was adjourned. After changing my clothes three times, I settled on a blouse and a pencil skirt. My normal office pumps were appropriate, and finally I added some jewelry to liven up my outfit.

  During the drive, I considered how intimated I was about being around Veronica. I didn’t have to fight for Chad’s love, but she still had his attention, because she was forcing his hand. I felt like it was necessary to make her feel threatened.

  I was halfway down my street before turning around and making a beeline for my front door. I ran upstairs, going into the furthest part of my closet and finding the slinkiest red dress I owned. I hadn’t worn it in years, and worried it was so old it was dry rotted. Thankfully, it stayed in one piece once I had it on. The curves of my body were extremely noticeable. As I ran my hands over my hips I imagined the way it felt when Chad did it. I closed my eyes and could almost feel it happening, as if he was standing right behind me.

  Instead of keeping my hair up, I let it down. My natural waves gave it body. I did a couple extra sprays to keep it in place and applied a darker shade of lip-gloss.

  Two could play this game, and if I was going to be treated like a home wrecker, I at least wanted to look the part.

  My drive to the attorney’s office was full of regret. I worried Chad would be disappointed I’d gone to such extremes to get Veronica’s attention. Perhaps he’d get mad because she’d never let him hear the end of it. For some reason I’d thrown my morals out the window and kept on driving.

  It wasn’t until I walked into the huge building and saw the two of them sitting in the waiting room where I felt like I’d made a huge mistake. Chad’s eyes met mine and I could feel my body heating up. In that moment there wasn’t anyone else in the room. From one side of the room to the other I knew exactly what he was thinking, and how much I’d made the situation ten times worse.

  I didn’t bother giving Veronica my attention. I smiled at Chad before checking in. We waited for a few more people to show up, one being Gracie. I wondered who was watching Harper until I saw her coming around the corner with what looked to be an associate of the legal team. She had a handful of candy and started to show her mother. The moment she spotted me she came over and gave me a hug. My heart melted. I knew it was wrong, but I needed this from her. The acceptance was beautiful, because I knew it was one hurdle we wouldn’t have trouble crossing. When I spotted Chad he was more serious, giving me a look of displeasure. Veronica squinted her eyes as if she were trying to use telekinesis to send the ceiling down overtop of my head. I patted Harper on the back and watched as she headed in the direction of her parents.

  While we waited to be taken back to the conference room, I sat in a chair away from them, replying to several business emails. I hadn’t noticed one from Chad pop up, but opened it as soon as I had.

  Rach,

  You look beautiful. Did you wear that dress to torture me? Remember that night we went out to dinner years ago and you wore that little black number? Later on it got stuck in your hair and we ended up fucking the hell out of each other? That’s how I felt again when I saw you just now. You’re just as stunning, and it’s taking everything in me not to find a private room to bend you over in.

  PS: I love you.

  Chad

  I laughed out loud, catching the attention of not only Veronica, but everyone else in the room. When my eyes met Chad’s I could see amusement. He knew he’d get a rise out of me and was quietly waiting for it to occur. He winked at me quickly before turning his gaze elsewhere.

  The little game he was playing may have been childish, but I could appreciate the sentiment. It was another reason I knew he was the one for me. I didn’t care if I had to sit across from his bitch wife, or promise not to see him, because I knew it wouldn’t keep us apart. Nothing could.

  The thing is, I never would have imagined what was about to happen, and how it was going to change everything.

  Chapter 28

  Rachel probably thought I was angry with her, but I couldn’t have been more entertained. I’d spent the better part of two days trying my best to focus on Harper and what the future would be for us. I’d started looking for places in the same vicinity as my California home; one that would have at least two extra bedrooms for the kids to be able to stay the night comfortably. Veronica may have wanted me to pretend we were a happily married couple, but I was finished with the charade, especially when Rachel was right across the room from me.

  That dress.

  Damn.

  She was trying to send me to an early grave. I contemplated walking right over and planting a kiss across her face for everyone to see, especially after I knew she’d read my email. The second she laughed loud enough for everyone to stop what they were doing and look in her direction I almost lost it myself.

  Before things could get anymore uncomfortable, we were all asked to follow a young associate into a large conference room. I recognized one of our business attorneys immediately and walked over to shake his hand. “Ronald, it’s great to see you.”

  “I’m sorry the circumstances aren’t better,” he replied.

  “Hey, we can’t live forever. I’m just glad he’s not suffering anymore. He’ll be greatly missed, that’s for sure. I owe everything I know to that man.”

  “He was the best man I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.”

  Ronald turned his attention to someone else who happened to be standing behind me. As soon as I heard her name mentioned my body reacted.

  “Rachel, you look amazing. How long has it been? Three years?”

  “Two. Grayson passed away two years ago.”

  I could tell Ronald didn’t want to discuss Rachel’s husband. It was obvi
ous he’d done some legal work for her with her personal life. Rachel smiled as if she wasn’t offended by his misjudgment.

  “I’m glad you could be here. When I spoke with Charles he was adamant about you attending. He thought of you like a daughter.”

  I found my wife sitting down at the furthest point away from Rachel. I ended up taking the spot directly next to her, which fell across from Rachel. Gracie took one end, while the lawyer grabbed the opposite side. Harper started on Veronica’s lap, but climbed under the table just as we got started.

  “You obviously know why we’re here. Charles made some revisions a few months ago, but nothing major. I’m not going to read from the documents. I’m just going to go down the list so we can get these papers signed and all of you out of here before we waste the day away. As you all know, this was his last testament and it can’t be revised or altered. If there is something you don’t agree with, or want to donate, we can discuss it privately afterwards. Is everyone good so far?”

  We all nodded or answered him before he continued. I appreciated he was delivering the information in a more relaxed setting. I hated it being so professional. This was my grandfather’s life. It meant more than some legal document.

  I’m just going to read down this list. For more details you’ll each get a packet with your personal information. Grace Elise Millington is to received one lump sum of five-hundred thousand dollars. Charles has asked that you set up a savings account for each of your grandchildren, and spend the rest on a fast car and a trip around the world. Whatever you have left is yours to live the rest of your life comfortably without lifting a finger. He says it’s time to retire.”

  Gracie smiled and wiped some tears from her face. I wondered if they’d been involved in later years, but almost didn’t want to know the truth. We all have skeletons in our closet, and I liked thinking of Gracie as the saint who helped take care of my family.