Deal Breaker

by Whitney D.

  He bent down to pluck the ring between two fingers before he glanced back up at me. The awkwardness of the situation caused me to attempt to cover my naked frame.

  “Don't do that. You're beautiful. This,” he said as he held the ring up towards me in the palm of his hand, “This is what I want.”

  “I don't understand.”

  “Put it back on.”

  “But you broke the chain...”

  “Not around your neck. On your finger where it belongs - where it should be.”

  One tiny tear rolled down my cheek and that was all it took. He quickly stood, placed his hand at the back of my neck, and crashed his mouth against mine. His kiss bruised my lips and claimed my heart all over again.

  “I love you... I always have. I always will. Do you ever think about how things would've turned out if we had never broken up?

  “Every single day.”

  “We might have missed a few years together, but I am never letting go of you again.”

  I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling on it before reaching up to my face to brush away a tear that had settled on my cheek.

  I pulled away and looked up into his eyes before taking the ring from his palm and slipping it back onto my all-important ring finger. Eyeing it over, I glanced back at Sebastian in satisfaction, “Still fits.”

  Smiling he said, “Now. Where were we?”

  His hands went to my waist as he turned me back to face the foot of the bed.

  “Hands out in front of you, spread your legs, let me see all of you. Show me your pussy, show me that ass...”

  Extending my hands towards the mattress, I leaned forward before I spread my legs wide open, offering myself to him.

  His right hand moved between my legs to rub my clit and I moaned in response before both of his hands moved to spread my ass cheeks. As he leaned over me, he allowed a delicious amount of his warm saliva to fall from his mouth, sliding down along the seam of my ass, preparing me for him.

  Dragging his finger along my lower back, I shook my ass at him, “Sebastian, please.....”

  He casually moved his finger along the crack of my ass, settling it gently against where I so badly wanted his cock.

  “How many men have fucked you here?”

  “What?” I turned to look at him over my shoulder.

  He inserted his finger into me just barely.

  “Tell me, Emery... how many men have fucked you in the ass?”

  Numbers rushed through my head... Matt, Damon, Patrick, Nick.

  Nick Dawson and I had briefly dated during my sophomore year in college. There had been something about him from the moment things turned intimate that didn't feel right. One night after we'd had way too much to drink at a frat party, I begged him to take me to his room and do naughty things to me. He fended off my advances all night, but eventually gave in after one of his frat brothers told him to fuck me. He thought I didn't hear the conversation they were having, but my ears honed in on it as soon as I heard my name. I was a bit thrown off, but too drunk to care when his friend said I was easy.

  Emery Evans. She puts out. Fuck her, bro. Do it. Make me proud.

  The second Nick Dawson slid his dick inside my ass, he withdrew it. Ultimately telling me how he felt gay for doing it. The remaining ten minutes of the first and only time we fucked consisted of him on top. Vanilla ice cream city. No thanks. To say the least, I stopped seeing him - immediately. Just as soon as I moaned out one Oscar worthy fake orgasm, I tossed my clothes back on, made a bee-line for the front door, and never looked back. Six months later, Nick was caught balls deep in the ass of one of his frat brothers. It was quite the scandal. Word of his boy-on-boy fuckery quickly spread through campus and by the end of the semester, he'd withdrawn from school as a result. I never saw him again.

  So with that, I decided that Nick Dawson technically didn't count.

  “Three.”

  “And did each one of them make you come when they fucked you here?”

  He slipped his finger a little deeper, as his thumb from the same hand pressed against my throbbing clit.

  “No. Not all of them did. What does it matter, just let me have it.”

  “It fucking matters,” he grunted through gritted teeth before inserting another finger, stretching me to accommodate his rigid length.

  Rocking back and forth against his fingers, I attempted to find a bit of relief.

  “You dirty girl. Fucking yourself with my fingers...” his free hand swatted my ass and the smacking sound drove me crazy, making me rock back and forth on his fingers faster.

  “Alright enough messing around... I've enjoyed teasing you, but you really have no idea what you're in for....” he removed his fingers.

  Leaving his position behind me, he laid down on the bed.

  “Come on.....” he crooked his finger in a come-hither motion as he summoned me to him.

  Leaving my spot at the foot of the bed, I kicked my heels off before crawling onto the bed next to him.

  “Now what?” I questioned seductively.

  “Now. Now you're going to lower that sweet ass of yours down onto my cock.”

  Swallowing hard, my pulse quickened, and my nipples hardened immediately. Every other time I had participated in anal sex, it was from behind, where I couldn't really see any thing, where it seemed mostly like usual sex.

  He was laid out flat on his back as he waved his hand at me, beckoning me to come closer to him.

  “Like this?” I questioned as I moved to straddle him in a typical cowgirl position.

  “No. Turn around. Lower yourself down, I will hold your ass up, you put your hands here on either side of me to steady yourself.”

  Turning my body around, I grasped his cock in my hand before angling it straight up as I lowered myself onto him.

  “Fuck. Oh my God. You're so tight.”

  Pressing my hands into the mattress on either side of him, his hands went to the cheeks of my ass, lifting me up and then slamming me back down onto his cock. My feet raised off the bed in response to his lifting and I was quickly suspended above him with only my hands holding me up.

  “Look.”

  “Whaaat?” I groaned as his thrusting quickened.

  “Watch my cock disappear inside of your tight ass. Look how fucking hot that is. Do you see it? Do you see how your ass swallows my cock?”

  Lifting my head, I looked down to watch. I was completely exposed; unlike any other anal sex I had ever experienced.

  Watching his cock slip in and out of me, had more liquid rushing through me.

  Faster and faster, he would pull me up, then let me fall back onto his length.

  “Your cock feels so good inside of me, so full, so deep....” my head fell back once I could no longer control myself.

  My arms eventually grew tired and shaky from holding my weight and when he noticed it, he turned me in one swift motion to my hands and knees without his cock ever leaving me.

  “Rub your pussy... make yourself come while I fuck your ass, Em.”

  I whimpered in response, as my fingers went between my slippery folds, rubbing firmly against myself in a circular motion.

  “Ohhhhh my God.”

  “Yes baby, make yourself come, fuck.. I'm close too.”

  He quickened his pace as I rubbed my clit harder.... faster.

  Without warning my pussy began to shutter along my fingers, his thrusting in my ass getting more violent and quick with each rock of his hips.

  “I'm coming.... Sebastian. Don't stop.....”

  Thrusting a few more times, he found his own release as he grunted while he pulled me back against him, his cock going deeper than it had been the entire time he was fucking me.

  “Fuuuuuuuuu- Fuck. Your ass is so fucking tight. You feel it baby? Do you feel how hot my come is inside of you? My cock still twitching with your body wrapped around me?”

  “Yessssss.”

  We collapsed onto the bed and he pulled me to him, spoonin
g me with his cock still buried inside of me.

  Once we caught our breaths a few moments later, he brought his lips to my ear, nibbling the lobe for a second before he whispered, “I want to see it drip from you. Stand up. Let me watch.”

  I narrowed my eyes in question to his request.

  “It’s like you belong to me. I want to see just how much I own you. Show me.” He twirled one finger in a circle as he told me what to do.

  I did as he asked and as I stood to the side of the bed, I bent over slightly, my hands grasping my cheeks, spreading them as his thick warm seed fell from me and ran down the inside of my thighs.

  “That is the fucking hottest thing I've ever seen.”

  I looked back at him to see a smirk written across his perfect face and his hand planted firmly against his chin. My eyes narrow, focusing on the exact spot where his fingers rested against his face. The stubble on his chiseled jaw drove me crazy, giving me a delicious burn to my skin each time it brushed against me. The thought of it, made me want to pounce on him and brush my face against his stubble like a cat in heat.

  “I'm gonna go clean up,” I winked and curled my lips upward in a devious grin before sashaying my way to the bathroom.

  Shutting the bathroom door, I turned the water on in the shower to as hot as it would go and the room quickly filled with steam. Having left Sebastian on the bed to recover, I knew he'd join me the second he heard the water turn on and I couldn't have been more right. I slipped into the shower as soon as the glass door became fogged up with steam. Sebastian slyly entered the room, making every effort not to let the door creak, but failing miserably. My skin instantly tingled in response to his close proximity.

  I may or may not have tipped my head under the water while I arched my back to accentuate my silhouette that I knew he could see through the opaque glass.

  “You coming or not?” I teased.

  Opening the door, steam billowed out of the shower before he stepped inside, then closed the door once more.

  “Damn this water is hot. You trying to burn me?” He stepped backwards away from the searing spray of the scalding water.

  “It feels good. I like it hot.”

  I hadn't meant for it to sound as sexual as it did, but I smiled when he raised a brow in uncertainty.

  I reached behind me to adjust the water temperature as he wrapped his arms around my waist and glared down at me. Mine habitually moved to cradle around his neck as I lifted my eyes to meet his. Water dripped from his face as he studied me, his beautiful eyes turning a dark shade of green I'd never seen before.

  “So.... you should put your house up for sale and move in with me.”

  My eyes may have bugged out of my head when I said, “WHAT?”

  “Come on Emery... it's not like we don't know each other even though it may seem like we just met. Maybe we just met again, but we have a history. Do you really want to live alone in this domestic wasteland that you built with your ex?”

  No, I suppose I didn't. It took everything I had to even make myself sleep in my bedroom earlier that day. Although I wasn't sure any of that mattered considering the fact that I had just made love to another man in the same bed Matt and I once slept in together.

  “Well?”

  “Let me think about it. We've just recently – well, what would you even call it? Are we together? We're both still married Sebastian... what we're doing is pushing so many boundaries.”

  I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. The only towels in reach were the decorative ones that we never used which just so happened to be embroidered with mine and Matt's initials. Fuck. This was bad. I grabbed the one with Matt's initials, quickly turning it inward to my body, masking the brand of his name on the material.

  Yanking the one with my initials, I tossed it to Sebastian who inspected the lettering.

  “EJT.”

  “Emery Jane Troy--”

  “I know. It had been an observation, not a question.”

  “Oh.”

  “And what does yours say?” Sebastian motioned to the towel I had wrapped around my dampened torso.

  His eyes gave a hint that he already knew exactly what was scrolled across the towel, but I played along anyway. Peeling it open slowly, I licked my lips seductively as I exposed my full breasts and lush curves.

  His eyes immediately settled on the thick black calligraphy adorning the towel, “Well lucky for me, then.”

  I rolled my eyes playfully when he smirked at me.

  “Maybe we're still trying to figure out where we stand and where this is going. And I say that loosely because I know where this is going, I'm just not convinced you do - yet. But... we're both getting divorced. Both of our soon to be ex-spouses indiscretions as the reason to the demise of our marriages. I don't think we have anything to feel sorry for. Don't you want to live again?”

  “Live again?”

  He dropped his head as if he was trying to come up with the perfect thing to say.

  Looking up again at me slowly his confession was expressed with a thick timbre, “I feel like I died twelve years ago... that day I made the biggest mistake of my life. That fucking day my heart turned cold and black... I left you because I was a fucking coward. I prayed every day that something would bring you back to me. Eventually, I started screwing around with Cassidy out of convenience and after years had passed, I felt like I owed it to her to marry her.”

  “Owed it to her? Who marries someone because they feel like they owe it to someone?”

  “It was a dumb move and I knew I'd regret the decision before the ink was even dry on the marriage license. As her drinking worsened, our marriage slowly crumbled. Then when I'd had enough, I told her I was leaving her, and filed the papers the next day. That was six months ago. I had all but given up hope on ever having you again. But then, fate took over and something amazing happened. For whatever reason, three days ago Cassidy went out and drank all night before getting into her car at 6AM to drive herself home. When she got in a car accident, the EMS unit just so happened to bring her straight to your hospital. When she called me and told me she was in the emergency room, I almost didn't come. I almost told her not this time, not any more. And I can't be sure what it was, but something told me to go to her, so I did. Fate brought us back together Emery and fuck if I am ever ever letting go of you again.”

  “How can you even be sure we're still the same people? A lot of time has passed and we've both grown a lot since we were kids.”

  “Let me show you.”

  “Show me? How?”

  “Come stay with me for a while. You'll see how we're still perfect for each other and then when you realize I'm right, we'll put your house up for sale because you won't need it anymore,” he smiled as he described his game plan.

  “And if I say no?”

  “If you say no.... well, I can work with no. It's not a deal breaker, but it may hurt a little if that's your decision.”

  I think he already had an inkling that I wasn't going to say no. Although, what kind of person would I be if just three short days ago I was technically still in a committed relationship with another man.

  His eyes tore through me with a sharp stare. I knew immediately that he could tell I was thinking about our insta-love and the way other people would judge us for it.

  “Fuck what other people think, Em.”

  “What?”

  “I can see it flashing in front of your face... people talking about how you moved on so quickly. People making you out to be the bad guy in your marriage. Fuck those people, Em. Fuck what other people think. Your happiness is the only thing that matters.”

  Without letting another thought cross my mind, I simply said, “Okay.”

  “Really?”

  Sebastian's eyes lit up with excitement when I agreed.

  “Trial basis only,” I teased.

  “I can definitely work with that,” he leaned down, before tilting my chin up to meet his lips. The deal was sealed with
quick kiss before he pulled away suddenly, “I love you, Emery.”

  Maybe Sebastian was right. Had I been dead inside for the last decade? He stormed back into my life without warning, making my heart soar, and my stomach turn inside out. This man made me feel things I thought I'd never feel again.

  That night, Sebastian slept over even though I had to work the next morning. He may have kept me up way past my usual bed time, filling me with his delectable cock, but I knew that every time I yawned the next day, visions of him plowing into me would burn deliciously through my mind.

  16

  The alarm next to my bed went off at precisely 5:30 in the morning.

  I groaned, as I reached for the off button, smacking it several times before the shrieking stopped.

  “Good morning, beautiful.”

  “Just sleep. I've got to get ready for work.”

  “Are you sure I can't talk you in to calling in today?”

  “No. I can't. Not again. Sorry.”

  Moving my legs off the side of the bed, my feet glided across the floor as I made my way into the bathroom for a shower.

  It had barely been three hours since I'd gone to bed and I knew already that I was going to hate myself for it during my entire shift.

  I showered quickly, brushed my teeth, tossed my hair up into a messy top knot, and slipped into my scrubs in no time. I gave myself a quick look in the mirror while tugging at my under eye skin. Not too bad considering my lack of sleep, I thought.

  Exiting the bathroom to grab my socks and sneakers, I found Sebastian fully clothed and sitting in wait for me on the edge of the bed.

  I raised an eyebrow at him as I made my way across the room to my dresser.

  “Leaving already?” I questioned him as I searched for a pair of matching ankle socks.

  “I'm going to take you to work.”

  “I can drive myself, Sebastian. And wait, isn't my car still at your house?”

  “Actually... it's sitting in your driveway right now, as we speak,” he teased.

  “So I'll drive you and when your shift is over, I will pick you up. Then we can come back here so you can pack some things.”

  “And then?...”

  “And then you will come stay with me at my house like you agreed.”