Fighting Faith

by Brandie Buckwine

  Wherever she craved his touch, his hands instinctively travelled, her need amplified with every inch he covered. She grasped his cock, trying to cover as much skin possible. He squeezed her nipple. The gentle pinch sent waves of raw desire through her body. The fabric gave way to his forceful fingers, and he bent to tease the stiffened bud with his tongue. The waves became charged currents of electricity, racing to alert every nerve ending of the ecstasy to come.

  He ripped her bra away, turned her by her waist, and shoved her head first into the bed.

  Straddling her legs, he took her panties between his teeth and pulled them over her ass. The thrill of his wet mouth and hot lips covering her cheeks made her grind her pelvis into the bed as his hands pulled her panties away from her legs. The insides of her thighs trembled when he ran his tongue along each one, stopping short of her wet core. He lifted her hips and guided her legs up until she was lying on her knees, ass in the air. Lips kissed and nipped at her bottom while his fingers stroked her pussy. Shortly, his hot tongue replaced his fingers, thrusting at her clit. What already had her writhing with pleasure, soon had her panting with need. He licked around her opening, his hands kneading her cheeks, and spread them as his tongue reached and bathed her rosette. Faith squealed in glee when one finger, then two, slipped into her cunt, followed by one easing into her back hole. Eric sucked the apex of her leg where it gave way to her cheek. She couldn’t stop the contractions around his fingers as he slid in and out of her two holes.

  Without removing his fingers, Eric rose to his knees. She could hear him rummaging in a drawer beside the bed. It took all she had not to turn her head to see what he was doing, but when she felt the cool moisture drip around her anus, she knew. He removed his fingers to spread the lubricant. Faith’s heart raced in anticipation as the heavenly fingers returned. Then, there were two in the back.

  “Do you like that?”

  She nodded and moaned.

  “Will you let me fuck you there?”

  Again, she nodded. “Yes—” His fingers retreated and he raised her hips away from their perch between her ankles. Her breath hitched in fear and excitement, waiting for the unfamiliar sensation. She didn’t wait long. The delicate skin stretched and gave way as he eased his head inside. Her eyes squeezed shut.

  “Relax!” he commanded, giving her cheek a firm slap.

  She gasped in response and tried to relax as he stole his way inside, sucking his breath between his teeth as he progressed. Both hands clutched the cushioned flesh of her butt when his groin came flush with her skin. It was so tight, she could tell, as though she had a white-knuckled grasp on his dick instead of the sheets. He didn’t move at first, he just waited for her to relax and adjust. Faith surprised herself when she instinctively leaned forward and thrust back against him.

  Eric took the hint and gently started to pump. When his hand reached around to finger her slit, the slightly uncomfortable feeling became an incredible thrill.

  Smack! His left hand slapped her ass and she nearly choked on her own breath as her muscles spasmed.

  “You like that, don’t you?” She grunted. Smack! Down came his hand on her already burning flesh. He sped up his pace and his fingers left her clit. The loss of their tantalizing warmth nearly made her cry out, but then she felt something pressing at her vaginal opening, something larger than fingers. The delicate flesh stretched and she did cry out as the foreign object forced its way inside her and hummed to life. Loud gasps echoed off the walls— hers and Eric’s. Since when did he have a vibrator? The question didn’t linger for long as all coherent thought left her mind when he started pumping the buzzing phallus as his cock rammed into her ass.

  His free hand returned to her clit, his weight heavy across her back while his hands worked. The thrill of his fingers, the burn of his cock and the quaking of the vibrator sent her consciousness spinning out of control. Harder and harder the three forces pushed her to the edge of the abyss. She whipped her head up in a scream, and was vaguely aware of Van staring at them through the window of the door. Her massive, quickly approaching orgasm had control.

  She was powerless to do anything but stare back at him until her eyes glazed over and squeezed them shut to let the ecstasy overcome her. Pulsations from the machine between her legs, Eric’s pounding dick and her own body, combined into one enormous explosion.

  Her body still rocked when Eric pulled the vibrator out and backed away from her. With both hands, he flipped her to her back, spread her legs, and slammed back into her. He pushed her knees to her ears, his thumb reaching over to push her breast up to his lips. The orgasm continued, along with her cries, losing no force as he released her legs and dug his arms under her shoulders, pulling himself against her. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him, her back arching so high only her head touched the bed. Eric latched on to the vein on her neck like a vampire after blood when his crescendo reached hers, both of them crying out.

  “Ah, ah, Faith! Oh my God, Faith!”

  “Oh, fuck, Van! Van!” Faith finally managed between gasps. Eric looked at her in surprise until she pointed at the door, and he discovered their audience.

  Chapter Ten

  As soon as Eric opened the door to let Van in, Faith bounded out, stumbling down the dew covered steps, leaving behind a hasty ‘morning’ to the grinning Van. This wasn’t going to be easy to explain, but he couldn’t just ignore it. If he did, Van would tell anyone who would listen, and considering the situation and the players, it wouldn’t be good.

  He left the door open and turned to the kitchen area. “It’s a little early, don’t you think?

  Do you want some coffee?” he asked as Van followed him in and closed the door.

  “It’s obviously not too early for you, and coffee would be good. Thanks.” Van sat at the small table.

  Eric refilled his cup from earlier and poured a fresh one. When he turned to hand it to Van, he found the man wearing an enormous grin. Eric shook his head and sat down across from him. Neither spoke, though Eric played various beginnings of explanations in his head. He kept his eyes on his cup, unable to bare the obnoxious smirk on Van’s face that flashed between gulps of coffee.

  Van broke the silence. “You wanna tell me what the hell that was all about?”

  “It’s not what you think,” Eric shook his head.

  “And what do I think it is?”

  “It’s not like we’re together or anything.”

  “You sure looked together to me.” Van pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

  “Mind if I smoke?”

  “I do mind.”

  “Well, after what I just saw, I really need a smoke. Don’t you?”

  “I can’t believe you just stood there watching. How long were you there?” He plastered the grin back on his face. “Long enough that you should charge me money.

  You know I’m a pervert, and voyeurism is not beneath me. There’s no way I’ll turn away from two people engaging in…what the hell was that? I’m not even sure what to call it.”

  “Sex. It’s just good clean fucking and nothing more.”

  Van tapped his ring on his cup and shook his head. “Eric, my friend, I’ve seen plenty of people fuck, I’ve seen strangers fuck, I’ve seen lovers fuck, I’ve seen dogs fuck, but what I just saw through that window was anything but fucking. Jesus Christ— at one point, I thought you two levitated right off the bed!”

  “Okay, it’s really good fucking, but that’s all it is. We don’t even like each other.”

  “Could have fooled me. Seemed to be liking the hell out of each other a few minutes ago.” Van pushed his cup to Eric for a refill, and when Eric stood, he continued. “I know what you’re trying to tell me. You told me how much you hate her, and I’ve heard about the way you guys treat each other, how mean you both try to be, but now, I know it’s nothing more than perverse foreplay.”

  Eric slammed the cup on the counter and turned from the coffee pot. “It is not foreplay!

/>   We seriously don’t get along. I can’t stand that bitch.”

  “But?”

  “But,” Eric shook his head, “but she does something to me, something out of this world— I can’t even describe it. The sex is… beyond mind blowing.”

  “It looked like it. Why can’t you stand her? She seems amazing. I can’t imagine anyone not liking her.”

  “I don’t know. The first time we met, it didn’t go well, and since then it’s just gone downhill. It’s like every little thing she says or does, irritates the shit out of me.” He handed the full cup to Van.

  “What happened?”

  Eric sat back down and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. It’s stupid really. When I first saw her, I was really excited. I was sure it was a case of love at first sight, but then, when Sarah introduced us, Faith insulted my playing and songs, right off the bat and I never got over it. It was like she ripped my heart out. After that, I found reasons to hate her, and made sure everything she did somehow affected me in a negative way.”

  “Mind if we take this outside?” Van lifted his coffee. “I really do need a smoke.”

  “Sure.” Eric grabbed his own cup and led the way to the door.

  They both settled on the steps, barely dried by the morning sun, and Van lit his cigarette.

  After a few deep drags, he chuckled and said, “So, she bruised your fragile little ego, and you imploded. At least this explains Faith’s ‘secret lover’ mystery. I would ask you take your movie career in another direction, although,” he cleared his throat, “with your impressive build, I’m sure you’d do well.” He laughed while Eric rolled his eyes. “I knew something was different about you as soon as I saw you, and now I know.”

  “You know what?”

  “You are in love.”

  “Bull-shit I’m ‘in love!’ Trust me— she killed that option.”

  “So, if you’re not in love, and it’s just sex, you won’t mind if I go for her, right?” Eric jumped to his feet. “You’re a prick. Why would you ask someone out that I’m sleeping with?”

  “You’ve pretty much said you don’t care,” Van looked up at him. “I wouldn’t mind some mind blowing sex, myself. Faith is one fine specimen of a woman and after what I saw the other day and this morning, I’d love to sink my dick into that—” Eric slapped the cup out of Van’s hand, showering them both with hot coffee. “You shut the fuck up!”

  “See,” Van said, wiping his wet hand on his jeans. “You are in love with her.” Eric’s mouth opened to argue, but nothing came out. Slowly, he sat back down. Was he in love? Was it all a sick game he and Faith played?

  “Are you starting to come around now, or do I need to smack you upside the head?” Eric combed through his hair with trembling fingers, finally bringing his head to rest between his hands. “How can I tell for sure?”

  “What do you mean, how can you tell? Look how pissed you got when I talked about screwing her. How do you feel about her when you’re together? How does it feel when you kiss her?”

  Eric covered his face with his hands. “I’ve never kissed her.” Van shook his head. “How… Why… What the hell do you mean, you’ve never kissed her? How is that possible? Why wouldn’t you kiss her? How do you do what you two,” he motioned toward the house, “do, without kissing? What the fuck? Are you a hooker, and kissing is too personal?” Now, Van jumped to his feet. “That’s it! Kissing is too personal. If you’re just fucking, then you can say it’s ‘just sex,’ but, if you kissed her, that would change the game.

  You’d have to face your feelings.”

  “Nah. Ya think?”

  “I do, unless you can give me a better explanation.”

  “Well, at first, I didn’t want to kiss her, but then, I really wanted to, but I didn’t want to give her the wrong idea about us, make her think there was more to it than there was.”

  “Has she ever tried to kiss you?”

  “No.”

  “And you’ve never wondered about that?” Van crushed his cigarette under his boot.

  “You’re both sick.”

  “I mean, we kiss, just not on the lips.”

  “Yeah, I saw some of the places you kissed her, and while it’s pretty fucking intimate, it doesn’t count.”

  “Pervert,” Eric spit.

  They sat in silence for a few minutes, and then Eric shook his head and stood. “No, you’re getting all worked up about nothing. It’s just sex, and when it’s over, which will be soon, it’s over. I won’t pretend I won’t miss it, but I’ll let it go when it’s time.”

  “Whatever you say, Eric. Personally, I think you’re just a pussy.”

  “And you can’t say anything to anyone about this, okay? Nobody knows, and I want to keep it that way.”

  “I can’t believe Sarah doesn’t know. I thought her and Faith were tight.”

  “They are, but this is just between me and her. Nobody else, okay?”

  “My lips are sealed, but Eric?” Van stood and stretched.

  “What?”

  “Fifty bucks says you let the cat out of the bag here real soon.” He laughed as he headed up the steps and into the house.

  ***

  Eric spent the day taking Van around to revisit old haunts and friends. Though the subject of what Van observed and what they discussed that morning never came up, Eric couldn’t shake it from his thoughts. Would he be able to let go when the time came? What would it feel like to kiss Faith? He had an intense urge to find out. No matter where they went or who they saw, he couldn’t get the thought of kissing her off his mind. The thought came to an abrupt end, however, when they met up with Jose and Sarah at Rockabilly Hole for drinks that evening.

  He barely sat down and had a drink of his beer when Sarah started squirming in her seat.

  “What’s wrong with you? Do you have to pee?” Eric asked.

  Sarah bounced up and down a few times.

  “She has gossip,” Jose explained, rolling his eyes.

  “I do. Really good gossip. I’m so excited for Faith.”

  “Excited for Faith how?” Eric asked, hoping not to show too much interest.

  “Taylor’s back,” Jose said, “and the first thing he did was look for Faith. He came to my house this morning, woke me up, asking where she was, like I would know.” Sarah punched his arm. “I wanted to tell!”

  “Who’s Taylor?” Van asked before Eric could.

  “Taylor is the love of her life,” Sarah told them. “At least, that’s what Faith always said.” The room spun as a coat of sweat spread across Eric’s forehead. The love of her life?

  Impossible.

  “Tell me more,” Van said.

  “Well, Faith spent most of her high school and college years madly in love with Taylor.

  They dated for a while, even after college, but Taylor moved on and left her behind. He said he’d come back for her, but he never did, until now.”

  Jose sat forward in his chair. “He’s not the love of her life, or, she’s not the love of his.

  All that time they were together, he was just using her, waiting for something better to come along. The guy’s a dick.”

  Eric hung on every word, afraid to open his mouth, afraid he might be sick.

  “That was the young Taylor. He’s more mature now, and he knows what he passed up,” Sarah said.

  “How do you know?” Jose asked. “How do you know he’s not just going to walk all over her again?”

  “Because he told me. He said he never realized how much he loved her until he had to live without her.”

  “Four years it took him to realize that?”

  “Oh hush! I think it’s romantic he came back for her.”

  “And I think she’s a fool if she listens to a word he says. She’s way too good for him.”

  “Oh, here they are!” Sarah jumped up and started waving.

  Just as he was about to make a break for the men’s room, Eric felt Van’s hand on his shoulder. He leaned close so
only Eric could hear him. “Take a drink of your beer and breathe.

  Deep breaths. If you stand up, you’ll make a fool of yourself. Just breathe. Jesus, she’s trying to act like she can’t see Sarah. This is going to be so good.”

  “Fuck you, Van.”

  “Faith!” Sarah yelled, still waving her arms in the air. “Over here!” From the corner of his eye, Eric watched as Faith and her man slowly made their way to the table. He tried to control his breathing and swallow his stomach back into place. As he got a closer look at Taylor, he recognized him from high school. They had a few classes together, though Eric was a year ahead of him. He remembered him as an arrogant jock, always bragging about his exploits with freshman girls. Back then, he thought Taylor was a bit of a sicko. What the hell did Faith even see in the guy? He guzzled the last of his beer and signaled the barmaid when the happy couple joined their table.

  Chapter Eleven

  Faith was not happy with her situation. At first, she was excited to see Taylor, but after only an hour with him, she began to wonder what had changed. She still felt butterflies at his smile, but his easy charm of old was now dull. Within twenty minutes of their reunion, he brought up marriage. There was no ring or proposal, but he made no secret of his intentions. The old Faith would have been doing cartwheels, but the Faith he found straggling home at seven that morning didn’t know what she wanted. When Taylor mentioned he’d like to stay with her, she quickly pointed out all the false reasons it wouldn’t work, and pressed him to stay with his folks— the painters coming, extreme plumbing problems— she stopped short of fleas.

  After his animated confession to her friends he missed her every minute for four years, and never intended to let her out of his sight again, Faith wanted to walk away. But why? He offered everything she ever wanted from him. Why did it feel like her life was closing in on her?

  Why was she more concerned with how Eric felt about the situation than with her own feelings?

  Like she needed his approval, or blessing.

  When they sat with the others, Taylor wrapped his arm around her waist. He didn’t move it to drink his bourbon, his father’s drink of choice, or to pull his wallet from his pocket to cover the next round. His touch should have felt warm and loving, but instead, it was cold and possessive. He squeezed her tighter and Faith looked at Eric, but he wouldn’t even meet her gaze. He was much more interested in Van and every word that man said. If he wasn’t looking at Van, the floor had his attention. No, Eric had nothing to offer her. She was nauseous.