Fighting Faith

by Brandie Buckwine

  “My girlfriends and I always catch your shows.” She bounced on her barstool. “You guys are so great; I just know you’re going to be famous one day. My friend Jenny has a major crush on your drummer. Last week we went shopping, and do you know, she bought a see-through tank-top just to wear to your guy’s show? She thinks if he gets a glimpse of her tits, she can get him in bed.” The woman’s lips moved, and Eric felt his own grin, but all he could think about was shoving his dick in her mouth. Even in his imagination, she kept on talking around his cock.

  It didn’t matter, she was hot, and he could tune her out.

  He flagged the bartender down and ordered them each another drink. When he handed the woman her drink, she stared at him expectantly. In tuning her out, Eric must have missed a question. Apparently, interaction on his part would be required after all. “Yes,” he said with a wince. What was he agreeing with or to?

  She swiped at his arm. “Silly. Did you even hear me? I asked when you guys play again.” The question proved her declaration she never missed a show, false. If she was as loyal as she claimed, she would know they were done playing locally, something he shared with the audience on multiple occasions. It didn’t matter. He wasn’t after a devout fan, just a good fuck.

  “We play next week over in Greensboro.” It wasn’t worth the energy to tell her the truth.

  As she jumped off her stool to expound with great animation on her plans to drag her friends to the show, Eric glimpsed Jose and Tim over her shoulder.

  “Well, would you look at you two, getting along and even hanging out?” Jose slapped the woman on the ass. He did a double-take when she rounded to face him. “Holy shit, I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else. Damn, you look so much like—” Eric’s enthusiasm for the woman vanished before she started. “Oh my God. It’s you! The drummer. I’ve got to find Jenny. She will absolutely die when she sees you.” Her head bobbed and weaved, looking around the bar.

  Jose stared at Eric, his eyes growing larger the longer the woman rambled. The seat of the stool spun as Eric slid off. He put his hand on Jose’s shoulder and leaned in close. “I’m really sorry, dude. I owe you one.” Jose’s mouth dropped as Eric walked toward the door. Behind him, the woman repeated the story of the see-through shirt.

  ***

  In the room, lit only by the glow of the computer, Faith sat mesmerized, as a tormented onscreen Eric sought the inspiration just out of his reach. Even in the replay, she silently prodded him, knowing it was there, waiting for discovery. When Faith zoomed in on the image, his full lips twitched in agony until he started to hum. His gaze lifted, and even now in the video, she could see the intense concentration slightly veiled by his dark lashes.

  She hit rewind after he slammed the guitar to the floor, back to the few minutes she caught him unaware of her presence. Without thinking, her hand slid to her thigh, her fingers playing along the inseam of her jeans. Higher and higher they traced. When her fingers brushed along her crotch, Faith’s breath hitched. Onscreen, Eric licked his lips and Faith dug her nail along the thick stitching along her slit, but yanked her hand away when she realized she was doing it.

  On the desk, her cell phone pulsated and she jumped, as though caught in the act. Full of guilt, she answered, mocking a drowsy voice.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, sugar tits, what’s going on?”

  Faith recognized the voice and smiled. “Jeremy. Just sitting around, trying to decide what I should say I’m wearing in case you called.”

  “And?”

  She leaned back and lifted her feet to the desk, crossing one ankle over the other. “A black lace bra and matching panties.” His frustrated growl made her grin.

  “Girl, you’re gonna kill me one of these days. As much as I love our little chats that leave me a blue-balled monster, it’s not the reason I’m calling.” Her fingers stopped playing with the button of her jeans and went back to the computer.

  “Oh.”

  “Don’t sound so bummed, ya tease. You and I both know you’ll never go through with it.” He chuckled, and Faith sighed. “But don’t feel bad. I’ve got news that will have you floating on the ceiling.”

  Even from the little time she spent with the man, she could tell he was giddy with excitement. “Oh yeah? What’s up?”

  “Well, I told you I was going to be working with Blind Cats on their new video, right?”

  “Yes, you mentioned it.” The last time they talked, Faith couldn’t get a word in over Jeremy’s elation.

  “Well, I pitched you to the producers, and they want you.” The desk corner scratched her ankle as her feet dropped to the floor. She perched on the edge of the chair. “What do you mean, they want me?”

  “I showed them your videos, and they want you to fly out here and work on the Blind Cats production. You can stay with me while you’re here, and you don’t have to thank me. I’ll make a list of ways you can repay me.”

  She stared at Eric on the computer screen, unsure of how to answer.

  “I knew you’d be speechless.”

  The screensaver flashed on and Faith jabbed at the spacebar to bring the image back.

  “Wow, th…that’s incredible, Jeremy. I don’t know what to say, but— but I think I have to pass.” After a moment of silence, Jeremy said, “What do you mean, ‘pass’?” She hit the mute button on the computer and started the video again. “I’m in the middle of a project right now, and it could take a few months. I really don’t have time to come to California.”

  “What, you’re in the middle of a two month wedding video? Are you fucking kidding me? Drop whatever it is, and get your ass out here.”

  “I can’t. It won’t wait, and I don’t want to drop it.”

  “This is the opportunity you’ve been waiting for, Faith. Chances like this don’t come along every day, you know?”

  “I know,” she rose and walked to the kitchen. “But I have another opportunity, right here at home.”

  “Not as good as this one. Jesus, Faith. Are you kidding me?” She pulled a bottle of water from the refrigerator, pressed it to her flushed cheek, and then rolled it under her hair to the back of her neck. “It might be. I don’t know yet, but I have a feeling about this.”

  “What’s going on?”

  Even after she explained what she was doing for Utopian Society, she knew Jeremy couldn’t understand what she felt in her gut. She also knew he wouldn’t forgive her refusal any time soon.

  “This is going to make me look like a fool. I told them you’d be here within a week.”

  “I’m sorry, Jeremy, but you really should have asked me first.”

  “Why? Only an idiot would pass this up.”

  “Now I’m an idiot? Trust me; it’ll be me telling you, ‘I told you so,’ not the other way around. These guys are going to be huge.”

  “What makes you so sure?”

  The video started again when she clicked the play button. “Just a gut feeling. They’re on the verge of a breakthrough, and I want to be here when it happens. I want to capture it.”

  “Take the night and think about it, Faith. I don’t want you kicking yourself for letting this go, okay? I’ll wait until tomorrow afternoon to say anything to these guys.”

  “My mind is made up. A night’s not going to change that.”

  “Damn it, Faith.”

  The phone beeped to signal an incoming text. “I gotta go, Jeremy. I have another call.

  Thanks for thinking of me and I’ll talk to you soon.” She hung up before he could reply and checked her texts.

  Want sum veggies from my mom? Sarah hated the fresh vegetables her mother pushed on her all summer.

  Sure. She hit send and set the phone back on the desk. Eric’s face stared back at her from the computer screen. You’d better show me something, you little prick, something besides your arrogance, or I will kick your ass to California myself.

  Chapter Three

  Morning dew clung to the bushes and showered Er
ic as he brushed past them, descending the steps to Faith’s deck. A pair of clippers would go a long way to clearing the place up. It was so thick with growth there was almost no view left. It figured the stupid bitch preferred to be surrounded by flowers than the glory of the mountain vistas. Eric couldn’t decide if his hostility toward her shrubbery was based on the shrubbery itself, or his intense dislike of Faith. It didn’t matter; he didn’t want to be here, period.

  Just give her the stupid bag and get the fuck out. The less time he spent around her, the better. Only a week in the studio with her stalking their every move had him at his wits end. He approached the sliding glass doors and raised his hand to knock, but Faith appeared from the side of the house. She jumped when she saw him and slapped her hand to her chest.

  “Eric,” she said, her head tilting to the side.

  He started to raise the bag, but froze as she came into full view. The lacy black slip she wore hugged her curves, and he swallowed hard. He could make out her nipples clearly through the thin material, and his dick stiffened. He lowered the bag to conceal his growing erection, angry with himself for reacting to her this way— angry with Faith for parading around in something so skimpy.

  “Something you wanted?” she asked. The snotty tone sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

  Looking anywhere but at her, he said, “Yeah, I had a bet with everyone. They said if I came over this early, I’d find the four guys you fucked last night still taking turns ramming your ass, but I told them nobody would be caught dead with you, sober, in the light of day.” Eric didn’t know why he said it, for some reason it made him feel good to put her down.

  With a sneer, she said, “Well, I guess, as always, you’re the winner. Now, what do you want?”

  With his dick back in its place, he reached out and handed her the bag. “Sarah asked me to bring these to you.”

  She took the bag and looked inside at the assortment of homegrown vegetables.

  “Anything else?”

  Before he could stop himself, he blurted, “Yeah, before anyone else sees you, I should let you know, you look like a heifer in that get-up.”

  “Fuck you, Eric.”

  He could tell the comment stung. Women— always so hung up on their weight. “You wish you were lucky enough to fuck me.” He laced the comment with as much conceit as he could muster. She rolled her eyes and turned to go inside. The beautiful shape of her rear as she wrestled the stubborn sliding door open revived his hard-on. “Yeah, you best get that fat ass inside before it eclipses the sun.” She froze in the doorway, her body visibly tense. Why did he say shit like that? Why did he feel the need to be that guy when he was around her?

  Faith whipped around. “What is your problem?” she asked, through gritted teeth. “Why the hell do you act like such an asshole?” She marched toward him, not stopping until she was just inches away, and glared up at him. Eric could see the fury in her eyes; he could also see the shape of her supple breasts as they heaved in anger. He hated it turned him on as much as it did.

  “I don’t like sluts and I think they should be treated like the trash they are.” He heard the words travel through the air, and was amazed he would talk to a woman that way.

  Without warning, Faith’s hand flew up and slapped him hard. “You’re a prick!”

  “Whore,” he shot back, as the sting spread across his face. When her hand rose again, he was ready and grabbed her wrist before she could make contact, squeezing it harder than he knew he should. Her left hand shot up in the form of a fist and caught him on the jaw. The hard hit rattled his brain for a moment, but he still had the presence of mind to grab her other wrist.

  Glaring down at her, he asked, “Are we done now?”

  She didn’t answer, but fire filled her narrowed eyes and perspiration spotted her brow as she tried to pull free. Not wanting to risk being hit again, Eric held her wrists until he saw her breathing begin to slow. When she seemed calm, he eased his hands away, but as soon as he let go, she reached up and grabbed both his ears, pulling them as hard as she could.

  “What the hell, Faith?” The pain was immense. Eric grabbed at her hands to pull them away, but it only made her pull harder. He couldn’t help but lower his body, trying to follow the direction she pulled. His brain flashed white light; he couldn’t believe it hurt so badly. He squeezed her wrists to keep her from pulling any harder, but when he tried to pull her away, her nails bit into his skin.

  He could see the hatred in her face. Did she think she could kill him this way? By now, the pain was so intense, he wondered the same thing. Rage filled him, and he yanked her arm as hard as he could, but her grip was so tight, it did nothing but bring them both to their knees and send agonizing tendrils of pain through his body. Her expression changed to one of smug satisfaction. She held him there, not letting him move, and threatening to rip off both of his ears if he struggled anymore.

  In a deep voice, she carefully enunciated, “You don’t talk to me like that. Do you hear me?” By the end, she was almost shouting and her fingers dug into his ears even deeper. He didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, as he fought for air through his pain. On their knees, she had him level with her chest, and Eric wondered that he had no hard on now as her nipples strained against the thin, silky fabric and stared him in the face.

  Without thinking, he shoved his face to her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

  He bit down as hard as he could. With a scream, Faith released his ears and Eric wrestled her to the ground. He sprawled on top of her, his hands still holding her wrists, and her nipple still between his teeth. He pinned her wrists to the damp boards of the deck, stretching her arms above her head, keeping them as far away from him as possible. Her breath came in short bursts as she strained against him and he bit harder until her struggling stopped. When tears filled her eyes, he released his bite.

  “You son of a bitch, what the fuck?” she spit, fighting for air. “I swear I’m gonna kill you!” She wiggled under his weight, trying to free herself. As she squirmed, Eric felt his cock move, even though his ears still burned and throbbed.

  ‘Good luck, Faith. You don’t seem to be in a position to do much of anything.” Her eyes were dark with rage as she struggled to catch her breath. “You can’t keep me here all day; eventually, you have to let me up, and when you do…”

  “You’ll do what?” he cut her off. “Trust me— I’m not letting you up until I’m sure it’s safe. I’ve got all day to lay here if I have to.” His dick was rock hard, and he knew she could feel it, especially when she writhed under his weight. Eric lifted himself slightly to find a more comfortable position, and although nearly imperceptible, she raised her hips with him. Glancing down, he saw her nipples hardened against the black slip. He licked his lips.

  “Yep,” he continued to look at her breasts, “I could entertain myself all day, right here.” Her body trembled. Hatred flashed in her eyes. He hoped she saw the same feeling reflected back, despite his erection. After the way she tortured his ears, he decided a little torturing of his own might be justifiable.

  He looked back to her nipples and chose the one he hadn’t bitten so viciously. Through the material, he gently circled it with his tongue. Faith gasped, and when he looked at her, there was confusion in her expression. He returned to her nipple, lightly licking it again, sucking it into his mouth. A moan escaped her lips as he flicked it with his tongue.

  “Eric, you don’t want to go there, buddy. Not a good idea,” she said, her voice still venomous.

  “Don’t I?” he asked. Using his teeth, he pulled the top of her slip down to reveal her breast and one very erect nipple. “I’m pretty sure I do,” he said as he pulled the stiff bud into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. This time, he could definitely feel her hips rise as she tried to stifle a moan. He released it and moved to the other side, pulling at the material with his teeth again. Her other nipple remained swollen from his abuse. Gently, he made a ring around it with the tip of his to
ngue. Remembering what made him bite it in the first place, he sucked it into his mouth hard, creating as much pressure on it as he could without biting it again.

  Faith cried out in pain and tears came to her eyes, so he released it. “God damn you, Eric, I swear, you are going down. I’ll kick your ass myself!”

  “Still think you have some kind of power here, don’t you?” he said in a nasty tone, his pulse increasing. He could feel it from his throbbing cock clear up to his aching ears. “Sluts don’t have power. They give it away every time they fuck someone.” Slut or not, he was beyond turned-on and wanted her, now. He took both her wrists in one hand, keeping them pinned to the ground, and brought his other hand down to the bottom of her slip. Feeling around for the hem, he slipped his hand underneath and slowly slid it up her leg. He found nothing but smooth skin as far up as her hip.

  “Just as I figured, sluts don’t wear panties either.”

  Through her teeth, barely able to control the danger in her voice, she said, “I’m at home, and I was alone. I didn’t think there’d be anyone checking!” Eric ran his hand up and back down her leg, lifting his weight to access her inner thigh. “I bet your pussy’s wet too, just like a slut’s.”

  She opened her mouth to protest, but his hand found its mark. He slowly ran a finger up her flooded slit. Her mouth remained open, but no words came out. He stopped when he reached her clit— he could feel her tremble and her hips rise when he circled it with his finger. He pulled her nipple back into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it to match his finger circling her clit. When he flicked the bud of her nipple with his tongue, he let his finger brush across her swollen clit, making her gasp and thrust her hips.

  As he pierced her with his finger, he said, “Yeah, just what I thought; soaking wet.” She felt like heaven.

  Faith shook her head at him, and her voice shook the same way, “You are so going down when this is over.”

  “Am I going down, Faith?’ he asked, pushing a second finger inside as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.