Craving Shannon

by E. D. Brady

  Chad couldn’t stand the atmosphere. He threw his napkin on top of the empty plate and stood up. He grabbed his heavy jacket and announced that he had a few things to take care of, that he’d be back later that evening.

  With nowhere else to go, he made his way to McDermott’s.

  Something inside, some logical part of him, knew that drinking from three in the afternoon until almost eleven at night was a huge mistake, but he didn’t really care. Where did doing the responsible thing ever get him anyway? Why the fuck hadn’t he just kissed the girl back? Like Derek said, she was an adult. If she wanted to play grown up games then she was old enough to realize what she was playing with, or at least she should be.

  He grabbed his jacket and stood up from the barstool. Underestimating his footing, he staggered to the side and fell into the empty stool next to the one he’d just vacated.

  “You alright?” Kenny asked with obvious concern. “I could call you a cab.”

  “I’m fine,” Chad lied. He knew he was drunk but didn’t care. He wanted to walk home. The cold air would help to sober him up.

  “You sure?” Kenny asked. “You had a lot to drink.”

  Chad waved his hand dismissively. “I’m fine, Buddy,” he tried to assure the man.

  After a fifteen-minute walk home, he felt much more in control, the cold air having done its job.

  He walked into a quiet apartment. Shannon must have been fast asleep by that time.

  Chad took off his jacket and flung it over the loveseat then made his way toward his bedroom.

  And that’s when he heard it!

  The piercing scream echoed throughout the apartment.

  He rushed into the guest room without knocking, eager to make sure Shannon was all right. She lay in bed, shaking and crying uncontrollably.

  Chad rushed forth and lifted the girl up in his arms. He sat on the edge of the bed and cradled her on his lap.

  She clung to his neck, sobbing.

  “What happened?” he murmured, rocking her back and forth gently. He could feel her shaking her head against his shoulder.

  “Tell me, Shannon,” he pleaded softly.

  “Nightmare,” she breathed. “It’s always the same. It’s always the image of my mother…on the floor…dead…and so much blood…so much blood everywhere.”

  “Shush,” he cooed gently into her ear. “Shush, Shannon, its okay.”

  She pulled away from him and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. Through the dim light from the hallway, Chad could see the sadness in her green eyes. He stroked her cheek with his forefinger.

  “I’m sorry about earlier today,” Shannon said, bowing her head shamefully.

  “Don’t be,” he whispered. He put his finger under her chin then lifted her face. He stared at her for a long moment. “You’re so beautiful, Shannon,” he blurted out, breaking the silence. He hadn’t quite meant to say that out loud, but didn’t regret it. It was true, after all. There was no describing how incredibly beautiful she was to him.

  Before he could stop himself, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Her lips were every bit as soft and lovely as he had imagined. He put his hand on her neck and deepened the kiss, taking her bottom lip between both of his. Yes…just as sensual as his imagination had conjured up.

  Part of him kicked up a fuss, the more rational side pleaded with him to stop this before it got out of hand, before things crossed a threshold and couldn’t be undone.

  And then, she moaned softly against his mouth, and he could no longer control himself.

  He took her lips fully, pushing his tongue inside, lapping at her mouth, owning it. He fanned the fingers of both hands through her long, luscious hair and pulled her head closer, his mouth invading her roughly. He pulled away and let his tongue travel the length of her neck, nipping at the skin, reveling in the sounds of her soft moans, allowing them to coax him on. He pulled the neck of her t-shirt aside and licked her shoulder, grazing it with his teeth. She threw her head back and moaned louder.

  He had lost every ounce of control.

  His mouth was kissing and licking any piece of skin it came into contact with. Needing more of an area for his mouth to explore, he put both hands on the rim of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. He flung it forcefully to the floor.

  There, in front of him, were the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen, framed seductively by her loose mane. Two perfect pink nipples peeked out from a veil of dark-brown hair. He stared at them, drinking them in with his eyes, savoring the sight, feeling his mouth water. He reached both hands toward them and ran both forefingers over the taunt little buds.

  Shannon gasped. The sound hit his groin at full speed, causing an unbearable pain.

  “How does that feel, Shannon?” he asked in a throaty voice.

  “Good…good,” she moaned.

  He took both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began kneading them, pinching and twisting. Shannon let out a little scream that just egged him on further.

  “Has anyone ever touched you this way before?” he questioned.

  “No,” she cried, thrusting her breasts forward to meet his touch.

  Still playing with her nipples, he leaned back in and took control of her mouth again, sucking on her lips, ramming his tongue into her mouth, a need like he’d never experienced before surging through his body, invading his bones.

  He had never wanted anything so badly in his life. He wanted to rip the innocence from her and bend her to his every dirty whim.

  He pulled away from her and looked down at her luscious tits like a man possessed. He bent his head and took her left nipple between his lips, pulling it into his mouth. Her loud gasp sent shock waves through his cock, tormenting him.

  And then his fingers reached down and caressed her sweet thighs, pushed into the place where they met.

  He let his mouth skim back to her neck and kissed a trail up to her ear. “Spread your legs for me,” he whispered.

  She obeyed. She moved her thighs apart while her behind rested on his lap. He spread his own legs and readjusted her so that she was sitting on his right leg only, her knees resting up against his left.

  He looked down at her white, cotton panties that blended in with her milky white skin so that they were barely noticeable. He ran his hand up the inside of her left thigh and let his forefinger travel over the soft material.

  Shannon stiffened and sucked in a deep breath.

  “Do you like that, Sweet Shannon?” he murmured.

  She nodded vigorously.

  He let his finger caress her panties gently, back and forth, while she became unglued. She rocked her hips, gently at first, but then sped up the motion.

  “Ah, yes, you do like that, don’t you?” he breathed.

  Suddenly, he felt dampness through the material. She was moaning wildly by this point, and Chad supposed he should put her out of her misery, but something about being the first man to touch her this way was feeding his ego, making him a little too cocky. He refused to remove the panties until he witnessed just how wet he could make them. “You’re wet, Shannon. Can you feel it?”

  “Um, hum,” she moaned.

  “Has anyone ever made you wet before?” he asked, looking into her face as her eyes rolled up into her head.

  “N…no,” she stuttered.

  “That’s good, Sweet Girl. I like being the first.” He continued the slow strokes, empowered by her reaction. “I want to make you soaking wet, Shannon. I want you even wetter than this. Can you give me more?”

  She nodded and bit into her lip.

  He could feel it, the evidence of her desire for him building, fresh and new, a foreign feeling to her, no doubt making it that much more potent. He couldn’t remember ever having a woman want him so badly. The thought was intoxicating, overwhelming.

  When he was convinced that her panties were thoroughly soaked, he reached up to the waistband and pulled them down to her hips, then on down passed her knees to her
ankles.

  He placed his right hand underneath her beautiful behind and lifted her up slightly so that his left hand could get better access to her most private part.

  His hand made its way between her secret folds, four fingers gliding up her slickness and petting her vigorously.

  Shannon muffled a screamed which only made Chad pet her even harder.

  “Does that feel good, Sweet Shannon?” he asked. “I want to make you feel so good.”

  “Oh, god yes!” she cried.

  He pushed the first two fingers of his right hand, the hand that was resting under her bottom, inside her, and continued rubbing her clit with his left.

  Shannon’s body was rocking out of control, her head swaying back and forth as she whimpered and cried.

  Chad was convinced he’d never seen anything so erotic and beautiful in his life, and probably never would again. He sat mesmerized by the way her body reacted to his touch, how she let loose and let the ecstasy take her completely.

  “I want to give you your first orgasm,” he moaned into her ear. “I want you to cum hard for me, Shannon. Will you do that for me? Will you let yourself go, let yourself explode for me?”

  “Y…y…yes,” she screamed. “Yes…please.”

  “That’s it,” he coaxed. “That’s it, just let yourself go. Let yourself cum hard.”

  She was bucking her hips like someone possessed, her hair flying in all directions.

  “You’re so amazing,” Chad breathed. “You’re so beautiful and amazing.”

  The louder she screamed, the harder Chad worked her. The fingers of his left hand flicked at her clit rapidly while the ones on the right moved in and out of her at almost the same pace.

  Then, after many long minutes, Chad felt her stiffen beneath him, felt her muscles tense and knew that she had reached the summit. “That’s it, Sweet Girl, that’s it!” he encouraged.

  She opened her mouth as though to scream but no noise came forth. Instead, she placed her head on his shoulder and bit into his flesh.

  “Oh, yes, Shannon,” he continued. “That’s it.”

  When he felt her body relax, he brought both hands to her back and kissed her cheek. He put his mouth to her ear. “Good girl,” he chuckled. “Do you feel better now?”

  “Yes,” she mumbled in an exhausted voice.

  “You were incredible, Sweet Girl. So gorgeous.”

  She nodded into his shoulder, to spent to say anything.

  Then the strangest thing happened.

  As he laid her on the bed, instinctively knowing that she hadn’t the strength to move, he suddenly felt a wave of shame overcome him.

  He hadn’t really thought about what he’d do after he made her orgasm, but somewhere inside he supposed he would fuck her. It’s what his body wanted—more than anything ever—but as he looked down at her, the usual self-disgust returned, and this time with a vengeance.

  He put his hand on his forehead and moaned. What the hell was wrong with him?

  He looked back down at her for a long while then pulled the blanket up over her shoulders. He turned on his heels and stormed out of the bedroom without saying another word.

  Chapter 10

  The glowing green numbers read two forty-seven.

  “God fucking damn it!” Chad said aloud, knowing that sleep would avoid him for the rest of the night.

  He thought back on the inappropriate things he’d done to Shannon upon returning from the bar, how he’d stripped her naked and played with her until she came in his arms. Suddenly feeling nauseous, he sat up in the bed and put his head in his hands.

  Why?

  Why had he given into that compulsion? Why did he go anywhere near her when he was shitfaced?

  And how would he face her in the morning?

  If there was one silver-lining, it was that his rational side kicked in before he fucked her, before he had stolen her virginity in a drunken stupor. Nah, that didn’t help at all. He felt like the biggest cad in the world, like some sort of lowlife that preys on young women in distress. He always prided himself in being the good guy, on being a person who looks out for the innocent.

  What had he become?

  He walked into his bathroom and splashed cold water on his face then returned to his bed, sick to his stomach.

  The worst part? For all his self-loathing, he still wanted her like he never wanted anything before. The thought of her gorgeous, young body still sent him reeling—more so than ever, now that he’d looked upon it completely.

  What had she done to him?

  Chad, like any healthy man, enjoyed sex as much as the next person, but he couldn’t recall ever being driven demented by a female before, of being brought to his knees from desire, even in his hormonal, teenage years.

  Maybe he needed help!

  That was probably it. Perhaps he was losing his marbles.

  At any rate, once again he had a raging hard-on with Shannon’s name written all over it, and to make matters worse, the memory of her sweet, little nipple in his mouth was compounding the already unbearable situation. He rubbed his mouth only to groan aloud—the scent of her juices lingered on his fingers, just another blow to his sanity.

  He lay for hours, tossing and turning, wondering why he failed to remain in a drunken coma. He was beyond tired. The girl was causing a serious bout of insomnia. He couldn’t really take another sleepless night.

  At six o’clock, he jumped out of bed, got dressed, packed his gym bag and headed for a workout before going to the office. He texted Roland on the way to see if he could squeeze in a session. Thankfully, Roland was a work-a-holic, not to mention an exercise fanatic, so it was rare that you couldn’t find him at the gym.

  “Hey, are you alright, man?” Roland asked, looking Chad over suspiciously. “No offense, but you look like shit.”

  “I haven’t slept in a couple of nights,” Chad explained.

  “Everything okay?”

  ‘Not even a little bit!’ “Yeah, fine,” he lied.

  After doing a round on the machines and some free weights, Chad headed toward the showers, feeling only slightly better when the cold autumn wind on the street hit his wet hair.

  “You don’t look so good, Mr. Chad,” Nelson said, taking the cup of coffee. “You looks like the world is weighing down on you.”

  “I’m having some personal issues,” Chad admitted.

  “Well, judging by the way you dress, I’m guessing it ain’t money. And yous at the gym almost every day, so I think yous healthy enough, which only leaves one thing…”

  Chad chuckled. “And what would that be?”

  “Yous having lady trouble!” Nelson said with conviction. “I’m right, ain’t I?”

  “In a way,” Chad replied, nodding.

  “I give you some advice,” Nelson offered.

  Chad plopped down on the cold ground next to the shabby old man, much to the amusement of passersby.

  “Y’see, Mr. Chad, the men and the women, we not so different, no matter what people say. We all looking for the same thing,” he explained. “Go home and take your lady friend in your arms…make sweet, sweet love to her. I promise…I promise that will put a smile on her face.”

  “Not helping, Nelson,” Chad said, jumping to his feet. “It’s trying to stop myself from doing just that that’s the problem.”

  “The hell you talkin about, man?” Nelson screeched. “Did I hear you right?”

  “Yup,” Chad replied, nodding.

  “Well, I’ll be…I think you just might be the first man in the history of the world to ever utter those words.”

  “Probably,” Chad replied, rolling his eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Nelson. Thanks for that advice.”

  “You beyond help, Mr. Chad, sir,” Nelson yelled after him.

  “Don’t I know it, Buddy,” Chad called back, over his shoulder.

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  The morning flew by.

  Chad busied himself by trying to make arrangements for hi
s big meeting in Israel. If all went well, the commission on the Bazarov deal would be the biggest in his company’s history. Something that Mort was all too eager to remind him.

  Hey, what’s a little more pressure?

  “Come in,” he called out after hearing a faint tap on his door.

  The door opened and Shannon walked in slowly, wearing a sheepish expression. She held up a bundle of envelops. “Your mail,” she said in a timid voice, her cheeks flushing pink.

  “Thanks,” he mumbled. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth nervously.

  Shannon leaned over, set the mail on the corner of his desk, then half-smiled in his direction. She turned on her heels quickly and made her way to the door.

  “Shannon, wait!” he called after her, jumping up from his seat. “Please just…wait.”

  He walked toward her and grabbed her wrist then pulled her gently over to his desk. He motioned for her to sit in his chair while he leaned his butt against the top drawer, facing her. He bit into his thumb-pad and stared at her, wondering what he could possibly say to cut through the uncomfortable atmosphere.

  Thankfully, she beat him to it. “I’m sorry for—

  “You’re sorry?” he bellowed, incredulously, cutting off her apology. “What the hell do you have to be sorry for?”

  She shrugged nervously.

  “Please don’t say that. I was the one that acted like a complete asshole last night…” he trailed off, noticing the hurt expression on her face suddenly. He folded his hands together and squeezed his lip between both his forefingers, wondering what he had said to cause that reaction. He glared at her for a long moment, racking his brain for the right thing to say.

  She let out a dainty, little cough. “I was going to say that I was sorry your mail is late. Sarah told me that you like to have it before ten, and it’s now eleven thirty.”

  If ever Chad wanted the floor to swallow him up, now was that moment. “I…oh,” he mumbled awkwardly. “No…no…that’s fine…now is fine.”

  “Can I go?” she asked. Chad heard the crack in her voice loud and clear. He looked down into her beautiful face and felt his head spin. “Shannon…I…” He shrugged his shoulders. “I’d rather you didn’t. I think we should talk about last night.”