by Ford, Mia
“Oh, God,” she screamed. “Fuck me, please.”
I inhaled deeply and let it out. There was no holding back anymore. No more teasing. No more letting the heat build up between us in a slow burn. I needed her as badly as she needed me, and I couldn’t wait another fucking second to bury myself inside her.
I pulled her from the counter and spun her around, bending her over the countertop. I stepped forward, unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants, and pulling my cock out of my boxers. I didn’t even feel like I had enough time to take my pants off completely. I pushed her legs open and grabbed my cock by the base of the shaft. Before I pushed into her, I sighed, reaching into my back pocket and pulling a condom out of my wallet. I tore it open and pushed it on my dick, resuming the position and fingering her quickly to get those juices flowing. She reached across the counter and hung on as I thrust forward, pushing my shaft through her juices and deep down inside of her.
I could hear the muffled moans escaping her lips as I fucked her, pushing in deep and then slowly pulling out, feeling every ripple in her pussy. Everything about this woman was amazing. I put my arm on her back and grasped her shoulder, thrusting forward and listening to the moans that matched my movements. I reached my other hand around her waist and rubbed her clit, feeling her body getting tenser and tenser. My hips began to move quickly, and my body slammed against hers. The sound of our skin slapping against each other echoed through the house, and the cabinets shook as I began to lose control. I pulled both hands to her waist and fucked her deep, rolling my head back as my cock bulged and pulsated inside of her. She grasped tighter to the counter and screamed out.
“Fuck, I’m going to come. Don’t stop.”
I was exactly where she was, and I gritted my teeth as our bodies collided over and over again, until I could feel the rush of pleasure surging through every muscle in my body. I groaned loudly, pushing up on my toes as I sank deep inside of her, my seed bursting out of my cock. My hips continued to push inside of her, trying to go as deeply as possible as she climaxed, sending waves through her wetness and vibrating down my shaft. My body shook, and my knees went weak, forcing me to lay my body across hers. I pressed my lips against her neck, trying to catch my breath. My heels touched back down, and I slowly pulled out of her. She turned around, slowly holding herself by the counter and shaking her head.
“Wow,” she said with a breathless chuckle.
“I’m sorry,” I said, breathing heavily as well. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“Don’t apologize to me,” she said. “You should do that more often.”
When we were collected and she had slipped her clothes back on, I took her hand and led her over to the couch. I flipped the television on and put on some comedy that didn’t take a lot of brain activity to concentrate on. She curled up under my arm and pulled her legs up beside her. We sat watching the movie, my thoughts focused on her and the way she made me feel. I was aware of every movement she made, and as she ran her hand down my chest, I couldn’t help but notice. I could tell we were still under each other’s spell, and the heat between us never seemed to dissipate. I had just fucked the hell out of her an hour before, but I still couldn’t get my mind off that sexy body and tight pussy.
When the movie ended, she tilted her head up toward mine, and electricity shot through my chest. I leaned down and kissed her, pulling her into my lap. At first, it was gentle, but it quickly became more heated. We sat there making out, pulling at each other’s clothing, ready for round two. I couldn’t believe that we had gotten to the point where we couldn’t keep our hands, among other things, away from each other. I couldn’t control myself for even a second when I was with Josie, and what started as a kiss, quickly turned into more. I took her right there on the couch.
Neither of us had a ton of energy left, but the sex was hot, regardless of motion. When we both had finally hit our climax once again, I laid my head on her chest and rested as she stroked my hair, pulling the blanket on the couch down over us. I could hear her frantic heartbeat in her chest, and I realized that this woman had gotten the best of me, and I didn’t want it to stop.
“Will you stay the night with me?”
“I wish I could,” she said, sighing. “I’ve been thinking about how I want to fall asleep in your arms, but I have school in the morning, and you are quite a ways away. On top of that, I have been worried about my dad and want to be there for him if he needs me.”
“Is he okay?” I asked.
“I mean, as okay as he’s ever been,” she said, shaking her head. “He’s been disappearing a lot more lately. I’m worried that he’s been hitting the track again. There are some seriously shady characters there, ready to pray on a man like my father. I want to be there when he gets home. I don’t want him to leave and end up on one of his long benders where he is gambling away what he doesn’t have. When he runs out of loans, he ends up coming back, taking all the electronics, and pawning them for more gambling money. I can’t even tell you how many times I have bought the same exact television from the pawn shop down the street from the house. It got to the point where the owner knows me and sells it back to me for what my father pawned it for.”
“Is that why I haven't’ seen him lately when I’ve come to pick you up?”
“Yeah,” she said, looking down at me. “He’s in and out so much, and he has started to learn when he can come and go without being noticed. I mean, I can’t be there with him every second. Someone has to make the money. Luckily, I give him an allowance for whatever he needs, and it's not enough to gamble with. Other than that, he has no ability to get to the money.”
I was frustrated with her response, not because I was frustrated with her, but because she was in this situation to begin with. She talked about it so nonchalantly, but I figured for her, it was old hat. She had dealt with it since she was a teenager, and before that, I was sure she took notice of what her mother was going through. At that point in her life, she should have been living the dream, having friends, going out, being with me in my soft, cushy bed. Instead, she was rushing home to catch her father sneaking out as if he were her child and she was trying to keep him out of trouble. I couldn’t even start to imagine what she went through on a regular basis. She was completely exhausted every time I saw her, and I assumed she wasn’t getting very much sleep.
Although her response irritated me, I understood that she was willing to go through hell and back with her father, no matter how much it affected her. All the understanding in the world, though, couldn’t take away the fact that I wanted her close to me where I knew she was safe and happy. For now, however, I was going to respect her wishes and not try to step in and save the day like I really wanted to. I knew there was no easy answer to any of this, and I would have to take her lead on the subject.
We got dressed and took a few more sips of the wine from dinner before leaving the house and jumping in the car. We pulled out of my neighborhood and headed for her place on the other side of town. As we drove down the strip, the waves crashing in the dark next to us, I couldn’t help shake thoughts of her father. I wanted to do anything I could to make life easier on Josie, but I didn’t even know where to start. She had become the expert on trying to fix a man that really didn’t want to be fixed in the first place.
“Is there anything I can do to help with your father’s situation?”
“I don’t know,” she said, sighing. “I mean, I’ve been doing my very best to keep him accountable, but he gets in these moods where he is tired of me watching him like a hawk. So, when I’m not looking, he runs away, forgetting that he will have to explain himself to me when he comes back. I’ve been trying to help him for many years, trying to offer him coping mechanisms, alternatives, and anything that I can to get him off this train, but he just snubs me. He won’t even check into the gambling program the hospital had given him information on the last time he was mugged by the casinos.”
“He was mugged?”
“That is wh
at he said,” she replied. “I mean, I don’t even know what to believe anymore. He has been doing really well lately, but it’s about time for him to have another relapse. They always seem to be lurking around the corner with him. I’m just afraid he is going to get caught up with the wrong people at some point. I know he has a problem, but the last thing I want to see is him get hurt.”
We pulled up in front of the house and looked at the dark windows. I could see her worried face, and I wondered if her father was inside sleeping, or if he’d stayed out, wandering around town, looking to get his next gambling fix. She was at her wit's end with him and was seriously starting to consider bringing someone else in for another intervention. Personally, I didn’t know how much longer I could just stand by and let her be dragged through the mud. Her father could be ninety years old and still have this problem. She couldn’t spend the rest of her life taking care of him like he was a child. I sighed and looked over at Josie, who was staring at me kindly.
“I want you to know I’m always here,” I said, taking her hand. “Anything you need, you just pick up the phone and call. I know you can be stubborn, but I mean it. No matter what time it is, you can always look to me for support.”
I leaned over and kissed her sweetly, thanking her for an amazing night. I took in a deep breath and watched her get out of the car, walk up to the door, then turn around and wave at me. She was an amazing woman, and she knew that she could count on me for anything. The question in my mind was whether she would actually do that when the time came.
Chapter 14
Josie
I was having one of those days where I just wanted to crawl under the covers and go back to bed, hoping the day would either restart on a better note or pass by. My mind was all over the place. When one of my students puked all over another student, I really felt like I was going to have an emotional breakdown. To make matters worse, my father was not home when Blaine had dropped me off, and he never showed up back at the house. I tried to call him several times, but his phone was either off or dead. Even when the phone would ring, he didn’t pick it up, and my emotions ranged from terrified to pissed off in the blink of an eye.
I got the sick student cleaned up and sent them both down to the office to call their parents. One needed a change of clothes, and the other just needed to go home. The janitor cleaned up the mess and left the room smelling much better. When lunchtime rolled around, I was dreading my tutoring. I was hungry since I didn’t eat breakfast, and I needed some quiet time. The feeling didn’t last long, though, as I looked up at the door and smiled, seeing Blaine walking into my classroom. He set a bag down on the desk and looked around the room. He had surprised me with sushi for lunch, something I loved, but barely ever had time or money to get.
“You didn’t have to do this,” I said, pulling the trays out.
“Yes, I did,” he said, winking. “I wanted to make sure you were getting a healthy lunch when you gave up your free hour to tutor your kids. Someone needs to take care of you.”
I was completely taken back, blown away by the amount of caring and kindness he was showing me. From the sounds of his stories from the past, he was not this nice before me, and I wondered what had changed so deeply inside of him that he’d transformed from the rich playboy to the doting and generous boyfriend, or whatever label accurately described what was going on between us. I was just happy to see his face, food or not, and I offered for him to sit down and eat with me. I laughed as he pulled up one of the small chairs that surrounded the small tables across the room.
“What grade is this?”
“I teach fourth grade,” I replied. “And then I teach focused American History when they start moving from classroom to classroom. It really changes every year, but I like this grade because I get to teach a little bit of everything except art, music, and physical education. Art would be fun, but the other two, I would be absolutely useless.”
“You want to come veg out at my place tonight?” he asked, rubbing my head. “We’ll just cuddle under the blankets and watch movies.”
“I would love to, but I really want to stay at home and wait for my dad to get back,” I replied.
“He still hasn’t shown up?”
“No,” I said, sighing. “He’s not answering his phone, either.”
“Well, why don’t I come over there and wait with you?” he offered. “There’s a really great action movie I’ve heard rave reviews about. We can order some pizza and be lazy together.”
“Okay,” I said hesitantly.
I was having a hard time having him back over to my house. He lived in the lap of luxury, and part of me felt bad for forcing him to hang out in my tiny little house. Still, I couldn’t deny the fact that I really didn’t want to be alone, staring at the door and waiting for my father to walk in. At that point, I was about forty-eight hours away from filing a missing person report. Either way, I didn’t want to force him to come hang out at my shitty place, but I couldn’t muster enough care to tell him no.
Surprisingly, he seemed excited about the thought of coming over, his eyes widening and his face changing expression. He continued to talk about this movie with a bounce in his step, as if he really thought it would be something that got me going. Just hearing him blabber on about the movie made me feel better, and I realized that whenever he felt excited about something, I did too. It was like his emotions were rubbing off on me. I thought it was interesting and wondered how it worked in the opposite situation. Would his sadness or anger change how I felt?
The feeling of excitement and all of his plans for this movie were infectious, and he quickly buoyed my confidence until I was at the point where I was really looking forward to him coming over. In fact, I couldn’t wait for the school day to be finished so I could stuff myself with pizza and curl up with Blaine on the couch. It sounded like the perfect ending to a shitty day. At least I knew that no matter how I felt when I got home, I could count on him to bring my spirits up, even if I was destined for a pizza-induced coma and a bad action movie. I couldn’t complain. Blaine had been so sweet and patient when I forced several chick flicks onto him, and now, it was my turn to return the favor. It was Blaine’s turn to be treated like a king.
At the end of the day, I sat through an incredibly boring staff meeting and then headed back toward my house. The sushi for lunch had been perfect, and it gave me the boost of energy I needed to get through the last few hours of the workday. I was excited to meet up with Blaine in a couple of hours, but that mood was crushed when I came home to an empty house. The note I left for my dad was still sitting on the computer keyboard. He hadn’t come home at all, and his phone was still going straight to voicemail. I didn’t even know what to do, so I changed my clothes into something comfy and cleaned up the house, waiting for Blaine to get there.
A couple of hours later, there was a knock at the door, and I raced over, hoping it was my father, but it wasn’t. I smiled and hugged Blaine, inviting him inside. My father still hadn’t shown up from his hiatus, and I knew that we were now well into one of his rogue relapses. I was getting tired of pulling him out of them. I had no idea where he had gone, and I figured it must be the casinos since the track wasn’t open at night, and the casino usually comped hotel rooms for those spending money at the casino. But where had he gotten money from? I had checked all the electronics, and he hadn’t taken a thing.
I pulled Blaine over to the couch and flipped on the movie, burrowing myself against his body. He pulled one arm around me and held me close as he called and ordered the pizza from the place down the street. When the pizza got there, I was starving. We watched his movie and chowed down on some really good pizza. Everything seemed to be going perfectly, and I loved the feeling I got as we sat around, acting like we were a serious couple. At that point, I thought it was safe to say that we were in a committed relationship, regardless of the fact that I hadn’t taken the time to have that conversation with him. Those talks were always awkward, and there was always a
good chance that the two people talking would fail to come to the same conclusion, leaving the situation at a crossroads. Unfortunately, crossroads were not at all what I was looking for, so I dropped the idea and went back to watching the movie.
The movie that Blaine picked out was pretty good, and to my surprise, I was really enjoying the action parts in the scenes. I didn’t know if it was pent-up aggression or just my thoughts and feelings changing, but I could totally see myself blowing up my enemies. The biggest problem was, I really didn’t have an enemy, not one I could see anyway. I was not going to go pissing off my father in the state that he probably was in at that point.
We watched the rest of the movie in silence, happy to just be in each other’s arms. However, as night fell, I could hear my heart beating louder and louder, and I knew that I needed a distraction. Blaine was so handsome, sitting there on the couch, and I lifted myself up, putting my legs over his and straddling him. Instantly, we forgot all about the pizza or movies, and instead, ended our evening in a lovers’ embrace. His mouth tasted so amazing, and his eyes looked at me darkly as I rubbed my fingers down his arms. I stood up from him and led him back to my room, ready to get it on.
When we walked through the doors, I knew it was my turn to show him just how much I wanted him. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. I looked into his eyes, leaned forward, and kissed his neck as my fingers fumbled with his belt. He chuckled and helped me pull it from the loops in his pants. I pushed his hands away, unzipping his pants and letting them fall to the floor. I looked up at his eyes and ran my hands down his hard body, into his boxer briefs. He gasped as I grabbed onto his already hard shaft and ran my palms over it. For several moments, I stroked his cock, watching him sigh deeply and close his eyes. His muscles tensed in his shoulders and arms, and I slowly pressed my lips against his warm skin.