Fighting Faith

by Brandie Buckwine

  His eyes flew open and he grabbed at his headphones when his chair rolled away from the console, and he felt a hand slide up the inside of his thigh. Under the soundboard, Faith crouched with a wicked smile. She eased her fingers along his zipper, up to the button of his jeans. While she worked it loose, Eric looked around in a panic to make sure no one had come in while he was transfixed to the song.

  “Faith, what are you doing? I thought we decided this wasn’t such a good idea.” She already had the head of his growing penis in her mouth, her tongue working around the ridge. He had no control over his physical reaction to her. “I thought you wanted to go through your video?” Had his voice just squeaked?

  His dick bobbled as she released him. “Do you want me to stop?” Her eyes dared him to refuse.

  Shaking his head, he drew in a jagged breath and gathered her hair in his hands. Strong lips locked around his cock, while her tongue explored the tip, swirled around the head, and worked its way down the length of him. The nerves in his core jumped as though experiencing a sudden drop in altitude as she took him deep into her throat. Her mouth twisted around him, up and down, gripping and loosening, gripping, loosening. Eric’s hips moved of their own accord, bucking and pressing her to continue as waves of pleasure spread through his body. Her tongue flexed against his pulsing vein, and the building pressure moved from his core to his cock. His eyes squeezed shut as the eruption neared.

  “Ohhh—” his breath exploded from his lungs in a moan, and Faith returned the cry, her mouth and tongue vibrating around him, sending him over the edge. Bursts of light filled his vision as the pressure released. He grasped the arms of the chair and pressed his feet to the floor as his seed fired into her mouth. Tingling waves pulsed through his body as the intensity of his orgasm subsided. He opened his eyes to find Faith wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

  She winked at him and smiled, and then there were voices outside the door of the studio.

  Eric pushed his dick back in his pants and zipped up while Faith crawled across the floor back toward her cameras. She didn’t make it before the voices were upon them.

  “If you take the Honda emblem off, it’s a Toyota in disguise. Why bother painting flames on it?” Tim said, as he walked into the room. “Eric? What did you do with Faith while we were gone?”

  Shit! They knew. Eric’s face heated and his palms went clammy, before Tim added, “Did you kick her out?”

  “I’m over here,” Faith’s arm shot up in the air holding a lens cap. “I dropped my cap and it was rolling faster than I could chase it.”

  “Damn, I thought I was gonna get your cheeseburger for a minute,” Jose said as he dumped three bags on the table. “We got it ‘to go’ so you guys wouldn’t have to wait, so you owe us.” He turned to Eric, “Holy shit, buddy, did you just run a marathon? You’re all sweaty and red faced.”

  “No,” Eric rose and grabbed his stomach. “Cramps in my gut— I think I better visit the john.”

  “Out with the old, in with the new,” Jose said. Faith voiced her distaste with the comment, and Jose grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, Faith.”

  In the bathroom, Eric splashed his face with cold water. Why? He challenged his reflection in the mirror— Why did you give in to her? Why didn’t you push her away? Because you still want her more than anything, in spite of everything. Because you’d do anything to feel her, taste her, come at her mercy. His reflection grinned back at him, though he didn’t feel the smile. He ran his trembling fingers through his hair a few times. Why did she even want him after the last time? Surely, she was humiliated to the point of never coming near him again.

  The last fifteen minutes proved that theory wrong. She obviously felt the same pull he did and had less control over it. Who was he kidding? He would have caved soon himself, but as it was, it made things much easier now that she took the first step. He wouldn’t have to crawl to her on his knees, begging her to give him what he needed. Eric checked his appearance one last time, and went back to the studio in search of his burger and fries.

  Chapter Seven

  Faith clicked the TV remote ‘off’ when the last of the credits rolled down the screen. The PBS documentary on Counting Crows was much like what she envisioned for her own documentary for Utopian Society. The last week in the studio sealed their fates— Eric was a man possessed as they cranked out the last three songs for the release. For all his sins of vanity and self-importance, this week, he finally earned the right to own those sins. Oddly, he showed more humility with his recent accomplishments than pride, almost as though he had little to do with it, even though they all watched in awe as he created and lifted the others to a level far above their norm.

  Lightning flashed in the distance as she filled the coffee decanter for the next morning. A streak of lightning followed shortly by a low, rumbling sound of thunder made it clear— there was another storm coming. With the coffee maker set for six A.M., Faith checked the thermostat, turned off all but the hallway bath light, and went to bed.

  Sleep was hard to find. Her mind replayed the events of the week and her own role in it.

  Eric’s songs played in her head, background music to her fantasy of him taking her, taking her like a hungry savage, ripping her clothes off and hoisting her onto the soundboard to plunge into her over and over until she screamed in ecstasy. A sudden noise made her eyes fly open. The central air kicked in and lightning flashed through the window. She closed her eyes again, trying to pick up where she left off, screaming her brains out while Eric slammed into her, even as the knobs of the soundboard bit into her ass.

  The air in the room changed as Faith pulled her toy from the drawer of the bedside table and rolled to her back. She froze, vibrator in hand, when she saw his silhouette against the semi-darkness at the end of her bed.

  Her breath hitched when he asked, “Can I help you with that?” It didn’t occur to ask how he got in —it didn’t matter— he was here and she was electrified. From his position, he eased the sheet away from her. The slow, sensual retreat of the sheet felt like his hands caressing her skin; her nipples reveled in sensation when the hem of the cover scraped across them. When it was gone, he knelt on the bed and slowly slid his hands up her thighs, spreading her legs as he went.

  “Mmmm,” she tried to stifle her moan. Did he know how close she already was to coming? Her hand and vibrator fell to her side as tongue met pussy. Fingers probed inside her as he stabbed at her clit and pulled it between his lips. It took less than a minute of hard sucking, lapping, and finger pounding, and she was crying out her release.

  Eric sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. “So, let me see your friend,” he said, as he tossed the shirt to the floor.

  She didn’t know what he was talking about until he reached across and pulled the forgotten vibrator from her hand. He studied the object carefully, feeling its shape by sliding his fingers down and around it, smelling it, pushing the buttons that made it whir to life. “Is this supposed to be me?” he asked as he silenced the device and rubbed it against her cheek.

  “Mm hmm.” Faith didn’t trust her voice to answer. Even her mumbled response shook with excitement.

  He brought it to her lips. “Lick it.” She did. She licked the realistic phallus around its head while Eric leaned down to suck her nipple into his mouth, watching her tongue work. He never took his eyes off it as he eased the soft, plastic cock between her lips. His breath hissed through his teeth, as though it was his own penis entering her mouth. The cool air he pulled into his lungs swirled around the bud he held in his mouth, and she moaned as he pushed the toy deeper.

  “Ooh. I think he’s ready.” He pulled it from her mouth and gave her nipple a kiss goodbye before maneuvering himself so that his head was over her hips and his knees grazed her headboard. He pried her bent knees apart to make room for his games. When she was spread wide, he brought the toy to her folds, rubbing it up and down along her cleft.

  Eric turned to face her. “He says you�
��re very wet and he can’t wait to fuck you.” This playful side of Eric was quickly growing on her, and her heart raced as the object he pressed against her pussy buzzed to life. First, he held it to her clit, circling it lightly before easing it down to her opening and slipping it in part way. He removed it and brought it back to her clit. Faith gritted her teeth against the pleasure the vibrations sent through her body. In her peripheral vision, she saw the bulge in Eric’s jeans as he lay on his side. She reached over and undid the button and zipper, setting him free. As she grasped his erection in her hand, he shoved the vibrator inside her again. She tried to push against it, but he quickly removed it and sent it wandering again, on and around her clit, back to her opening, teasing it with a little circular motion, and then, he moved it back and pressed it against the rosette of her ass.

  Faith gasped in surprise, but bursts of pleasure shot through her body and she involuntarily cried out. “Bad vibrator!” Eric said, bringing the humming device up to his face.

  “Bad boy! You don’t go there!”

  “It felt good,” she said, giggling and fisting his shaft. Was that the message she wanted to give him? Permission to fuck her in the ass?

  “Vibrators don’t go there,” he repeated. “Only Eric can go there, and only with permission.” He returned the humming phallus to her pussy, picking up where he left off.

  Not long after, Faith couldn’t stand the teasing anymore, and her hips squirmed from side to side. Eric looked at her and cocked his head. “He wants to know if you’re ready?” Without waiting for a reply, he shoved it inside and switched the speed to ‘high.’ Shocked by the sudden change of gears, she yanked his cock, too hard she was afraid, but Eric thrust into her hands just as he thrust the vibrator back inside her. A flick of a switch and he activated the pulsating pearls at the base of the device. They ground around inside her, massaging the sensitive spot that would push her over the edge. Her scream caught in her throat as she felt lips and tongue return to her clit. When she found her voice, it was a mixture of shrieks of delight and laughter.

  Every nerve in her body cried out— she was at a point of ecstasy she’d never experienced. It was almost too much to take, and Eric had to brace his forearm across her abdomen to keep her from bucking away. She felt like she was shot from a cannon, her body flying through the air, close to exploding as he sucked her and her walls strained against the gyrating beads. Then, the inevitable explosion came. Every spark of energy in her body converged in her vagina and burst out into the universe.

  Her mind was in a haze— the vibrator had to have shot across the room in the explosion, and Eric must have been injured because she heard wailing. As soon as she could move beyond her reverberations, she pushed herself up onto her elbows to survey the damage. Eric looked up from between her legs with a smug grin and lifted the lifeless vibrator for her to see. The echoing wails persisted, though it was now shorter bursts, much less like the shrieking howls of just moments before. Her consciousness and the room around her began to reconnect, and the closer they came, the more obvious it was that the noises belonged to her.

  Eric tossed the toy over his shoulder and rose to remove his pants. “My turn.” In the meantime, all Faith could do was knead the bed with her fingers and toes, her nerves still too raw to have any command over her body. Her knees knocked together of their own accord, forcing the remaining aftershocks to leave her body. With one hand on each knee, Eric spread her legs wide, running his hands down her thighs. Her sensitized skin ignited with his touch, every cell he brushed, sending a searing message of need to her brain. His probing thumbs ran along her lips, pulling them apart in the slow passing, the gradual journey up her torso. Why is he going so slow? Doesn’t he know I’m on fire?

  He came to rest on his elbows, touching her breasts now, pushing them into peaked domes atop her chest. His gazed locked her eyes as his tongue circled a nipple before pulling it between his lips. Charged jolts shot through her core as he teased the bud, shortly abandoning it to lick down the steep decline of her breast his clutch created, and up to the other nipple, repeating the game until both stood erect, pointing at the ceiling, awaiting his next move. He blew the wet soldier and Faith released the air from her lungs. Gasping and panting, she begged him, “Please.”

  He gave her one last lick before positioning himself between her legs. One hand slid under her ass to raise her hips. Her fingers found his erection and guided it to her, one of them escorting him inside at the top of her opening.

  “Oh fuck, Faith,” he breathed as his length slid beyond the reach of her finger. She pressed the tip against her g-spot, so that with every thrust of his penis, it pressed hard against the sensitive tissue. It swelled beneath her finger as Eric sucked the flesh on her neck between his lips sliding up and down her vein, sucking, licking, kissing, nipping at her ear. She removed her finger and grabbed his ass, feeling his muscles flex, and pulling him to her as he slammed away. Her legs joined in the assault, locking around him and forcing him deeper, harder, faster.

  Faith pulled his head to hers, their foreheads butting against one another, noses touching, eyes locked, stealing each other’s breath— straining to and away from each other until it hit.

  Together they crested, their cries joining into one melodic ballad of rapture as Faith arched her body into his, encasing him in her arms for the first time. Sweat drenched them, and when Eric fell onto her in exhaustion, his body slipped through her arms, away to the side. He followed the momentum until he lay next to her on his back. Neither spoke, both panting to catch their breath.

  After a time, Eric shook his head. “Oh. Fuck. Me.”

  “I think I just did ,” Faith giggled and let her arm fall across his chest.

  He grinned to the ceiling, and then turned to face her, his expression more serious. “I’m not staying the night.”

  Rolling away, she smiled and said, “You weren’t invited.”

  Chapter Eight

  Squinting against the setting sun, Eric pulled his car onto the busy city thoroughfare. His passenger lit a cigarette, and asked, “So, explain to me why we can’t go out?”

  “Van, don’t smoke in my car.” He rolled the window down, expecting Van to toss it.

  “I’ll hold it out the window,” he said, stretching his arm as far outside as he could. When Eric scowled in reply, he said, “Come on. I couldn’t smoke on the plane, and I expected to have at least a few minutes in the parking lot. I didn’t think you’d be waiting for me right outside the damn terminal.” He pulled his arm inside, took a deep drag, and stuck his arm back out the window, followed by his head and upper torso. “See? You won’t even notice.” Eric grabbed him by the pants and pulled him back inside. “I see you’re still a lunatic.

  Glad to see the city didn’t steal that away from you.”

  “Never! Anyway, where the hell are we going?”

  “We’re going to the videographer’s house to watch some of the footage she’s put together from the last few months.” He readjusted the visor, as though pulling on it would make it longer and block the low-lying sun. “Trust me— if I could get out of it, I would. Going out on the town with you is much more appealing than going to her house.”

  “I take it you don’t like her?”

  “Not especially,” Eric said with a sigh.

  “Then why are you working with her?”

  Eric shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. “Because she’s good at what she does and she cut us a deal. The fact she’s the wicked witch of the west is just the price I have to pay.” A fancy German car cut in front of him, and he slammed on the brakes, honking his horn. “I’ll get us out of there as quick as I can. Then we can go out.”

  “Yeah,” Van said, taking a final drag from his cigarette before tossing it out the window.

  “I’ve been looking forward to getting some home-grown pussy again.” Eric glanced at him and shook his head. Same old Van. The man resembled the singer he was named after— Van Morrison— short,
chubby, and beginning to lose his hair, but damned if the guy couldn’t charm a girl into bed every time. “I don’t know how you do it.” Van licked his fingers and smoothed the hair at his temples. “It’s a gift.”

  “You got that right.”

  They parked behind Jose’s little red box of a car. Eric led the way through the gate and down the steps to Faith’s deck. The patio door was open, and Sarah and the guys were standing around in the kitchen watching Faith set out bowls, spoons, and napkins for chili. The spicy aroma was heavy. Eric’s stomach growled.

  Sarah squealed when she saw Van, and ran to him, her arms wide. “Oh my God! I was so happy when Eric told me you were coming home to visit.” He rocked her from side to side. “Hey, sweetie. I’ve missed you too.” Sarah kissed his cheek a few times before she released him to the rest of the group. When Van finished his rounds, he came to Faith.

  “Well hello there, sweetness. And who might you be?”

  She laughed at his corniness and offered her hand for him to shake. “I’m Faith. This is my house.”

  He kissed the back of her hand and looked at Eric. “The videographer?”

  “That’s me, and I know who you are. You’re trouble,” she said, blushing at Van’s smooches.

  “The way Eric described you, I thought you were an old lady. And green.” Van and Faith both looked to Eric, whose face burned red. Van turned back to her. “But you are just a luscious piece of candy. I’d love to suck you between my lips and pet you with my tongue.” Faith’s eyes increased in size as everyone snickered at his remark. Pushing Van away, Eric said, “And that’s why I told you she was an old lady and green— so you wouldn’t walk in here drooling with your tongue dragging on the ground.” She eyed them both suspiciously, and then turned back to the kitchen. “There’s beer in the fridge if you guys want some.”

  “I’ll have one. Thank you, ma’am.” Van licked his lips as she walked away.