by K. Bromberg
Base level between a man and a woman—a need that populated the earth.
Our strange interaction caused images of fucking her on the altar to course through my mind. Was she as untouched as her innocent face suggested? She looked soft, inviting, and corruptible. How would her full hips feel beneath my hands as I thrust my cock into her?
I turned back to the front and began to ask for forgiveness for the sinful things I was thinking about doing to her. My dick, however, continued to dream. A small groan slipped from my lips, and her head snapped up. I cupped my cock through my jeans, adjusting it so it didn’t press so hard against the seam. It twitched against my palm as she squirmed in her seat.
Fuck.
I sat still, staring at her profile. Her lips parted, skin pink, and she moved her ass again. I blew out a breath to calm myself. It was ridiculous. I was just horny because I hadn’t had sex since Monica gave me a break-up fuck three months prior.
After a few minutes, she stood and headed to the confessional. I couldn’t help but turn to look at her delectable ass as she walked. Soft curves called to me, begging me to touch them, own them.
As soon as she stepped out of sight, I ran down the steps to the restroom and locked myself in. I splashed some water on my face, staring at the image in front of me. Someone else stared back. My brown eyes were almost black, lids heavy with a force of lust I’d never experienced.
My teeth clenched, muscles coiled tight as my hips rocked, searching for her. I grabbed hold of the sink, my breath heavy and hard.
What is wrong with me?
It was overpowering. An internal battle for control waged as consuming need pumped through my veins. I popped open my jeans and pulled out my cock. It didn’t matter that I stood in the bathroom of a church—I had to get off before I went insane.
I shuddered as I wrapped my hand around my hard dick, the force almost sending me to the ground. It throbbed, overly sensitive, and I had a hard time keeping my focus on the task with each intense stroke. My imagination went wild with thoughts of touching her, of pulling her out of the confessional and bending her over a pew.
I wanted her with a primal intensity that consumed me. Fuck her raw. Make her need me as much as I was suddenly dying for her. I wanted to hear her screams bouncing off the stone walls, mark her with my come. Taint her innocence, then fuck her all over again.
A roar ripped through me, every muscle strained to the limit. My balls were tight, and with a few hard tugs, I exploded all over the mirror and sink. I couldn’t stop coming, my body jerking hard with each spurt.
My legs gave out, and I sprawled out onto the floor, trying to breathe again. Come continued to drip out of my dick.
Once again, I found myself staring at a ceiling, wondering what the fuck happened.
Chapter 2
A few hours later, I was in the gym, working out one of my clients and trying not to think of what happened earlier.
“Come on, Teri.” I held the sparring mitts up. “One, two, one, elbow, knee, roundhouse.”
She took a moment to catch her breath, then swung forward. The combination was repetitious, ten each side, her hits hitting in tandem with the blood pulsing through me.
My mind wandered back to this morning. I’d stayed on the bathroom floor of the church for a few minutes before sneaking out and back home. Mom was asleep, and I rushed upstairs, still confused as to what came over me. The feeling followed me home, and I busted another nut before heading to work.
I pushed my client more than normal, taking my confusion out on her with a wicked tough session. She wasn’t the most coordinated, but she enjoyed the boxing.
“Good workout.” I gave her a high five after pulling the gloves off her.
“You were mean today!” She lightly punched my shoulder and laughed.
I shrugged and smirked. “No pain, no gain.”
A little while later, I stopped in the break room for a drink, my last client gone for the day, and took a moment to decide if I wanted to work out on my own. Maybe that would calm my ass down. I scanned the room, head tilted back as I drank, and my eyes landed on a poster showcasing a woman’s before and after fitness program pictures. She had brown hair similar to the girl I’d seen, and soft curves. My dick twitched.
“Dude, you need to stop moping. You’re scaring the girls away with your brooding.” Dex reached into the fridge, pulling out a water before coming to stand by me and elbowing me in the arm.
“Sorry, man, it’s just…” I blew out a sigh. My eye caught a flyer for a boxing class on Thursday nights, one I knew nothing about, and it wasn’t me teaching it. “Fucking bitch!” I slammed my hand into the corkboard, knocking it off the wall and onto the floor.
Dex stepped back. “Yo, you need to cool it.”
“Did you know about this?”
“About what?”
I picked up the flyer and shoved it at him. His eyes widened. “Holy shit! She’s lost her fucking mind. I bet it’s that shithead Shone. I saw them getting cozy the other day.” He shook his head. “Sorry.”
I began pacing the wall. “I don’t fucking care if that slut is banging that prissy asshole. I’m the resident boxing trainer. I teach all the classes.”
“Who’s the prissy one?” Monica called from the doorway.
I froze and slowly spun toward her. My stomach turned, and I questioned why I’d ever been attracted to her—fake blonde hair, fake nails, fake tan, overdone makeup, and a fake personality. Even her once-womanly body was gone, replaced with too many muscles. No softness in her at all. The transformation had occurred over the last two years. She no longer resembled the girl of six years prior.
“I see there’s a new class.” My jaw clenched. It wasn’t the first time in recent weeks she’d done something that set me off.
One of her drawn-on brows quirked up. “Yes, there is.”
“And some shithole who’s been here for less than six months is teaching it?”
“New blood.”
“New blood?” I stepped forward, looming over her. “I fucking started the program. I teach every class.”
“And now there’s someone to take some of the stress off you, especially with your mom’s condition.”
My eyes grew wide. “Don’t you fucking bring her up. This is about you being a raging bitch, for bitch’s sake. Which I don’t get, because you were the one who cheated on me and flaunted that shit in my face.”
She put her hand on my chest and ran it across my shoulder. I wanted to throw up.
“Ooh, I like this side of you, Jared. Are you jealous I’m sucking someone else’s cock now?”
“Go fuck yourself.” I snarled and pushed past her, heading to the locker room to get my crap. I needed to get the fuck out of what once had been my second home but now felt like my prison.
I slammed my fist against the metal door of my locker, cursing, not even noticing that Dex followed me.
“What the fuck is up with you?” He sat down on the bench behind me. “We’ve been friends for years, but I’ve never seen you blow up like that. I mean, I know you’re pissed at her, and she’s doing everything she can to push you out of here and sign over your part of the business, but still.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I really fucking don’t.”
“I think you do, and it’s not about her or your mom, so spill.”
“Those two have caused a lot of stress.” I looked around the room, making sure none of Monica’s snoops were within listening distance. “I can’t stop thinking about this girl I saw this morning.”
He stared at me for a moment before leaning over and laughing. “That’s not what I expected you to say!” He wiped away a tear from laughing so hard, which pissed me off more. “Dude, you need to get your dick wet. Take out some of your stress on a pussy.”
My eyes widened, and I stared at him. Something inside me rumbled, those scenes I’d imagined flying through my mind. Fuck, I wanted some girl I didn’t even know and would probab
ly never see again. It was so strong that I didn’t want to just get in and get off. I wanted to decimate her to where nothing else mattered but her pussy wrapped around me.
“Shit, man, put the snake away!”
I looked down and sighed, adjusting my new hard-on. “Told you.” I pulled my bag out and grabbed my keys. “Is it a bad sign that a cardinal sin has taken control of me?”
Dex sighed. “I think you’re just going through a lot of crap and need a release. Let’s go out tomorrow night, get a few drinks and relax.”
“It’s Mom’s rough days.”
“Then see if Cass can help.”
I nodded. “I’ll call you later.”
--oOo--
The next day, I was no closer to figuring out the lust I had for her, my mysterious torturer. I didn’t even have a name to call out when I came. What I did have was a constantly hard dick and a grumpy attitude. All because a girl looked at me.
I’d lost my fucking mind.
Was it really that I hadn’t had sex in a while? Or was it the stress of my mom’s illness coupled with Monica screwing me over?
Six fucking years I wasted with her. I should’ve ended it, seen the writing on the wall long before finding out she’d been cheating on me. Instead, I was too busy looking at expanding our company and taking care of my mom.
“Oh, J, your lawyer called for you earlier.”
I stopped in my tracks to stare back at my little sister. “And you’re just telling me now as I’m walking out the door?”
She shrugged and ran a hand over her baby bump. “I’ll say it was pregnant brain.”
That got me to smile and shake my head. “What time did he call?”
“Right before you got home.” She pulled on her ponytail of jet-black hair that matched mine and tilted her head in that curious way she’d done her whole life. “What’s going on?”
“Exploring options to get away from Monica.”
She nodded. “Good. That bitch needs to go down.”
“I thought you liked her.” I peeked over to look at Mom’s snoozing silhouette.
“I did, but then she fucked with my brother. Honestly, she turned into someone else over the last few years. I couldn’t relate to her anymore.”
“You and me both.”
It was true. Cassie and Monica had been close in the beginning. Back then, they were a lot alike. When Cassie opened up her gourmet pet store, I thought she was crazy. Three years later, she had a booming business, married one of her customers, and happier than I’d ever seen her.
I pulled open the door, but didn’t get my foot over the threshold before she called me back. She padded into the entryway. “Give me a call if you need a lift, okay?”
I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Will do.”
A short drive later, I parked my truck in back of the restaurant right next to Dex’s.
As soon as I entered through the back door, eyes landed on me. Granted, if I’d walked into some place in Carmel, it would’ve been worse, but at Union Jack’s, in the heart of Broad Ripple, only my muscles made me stand out.
Not that I normally minded the attention. After all, I covered my skin with art and had a hot body. My full sleeves were highly visible with the short-sleeved shirt I had on.
My problem today was how fucked up I’d been lately. I didn’t want to deal with curious eyes and stupid chicks looking to hook up with a bad boy.
I found Dex at the bar and hopped onto the stool next to him. He cocked his head and pushed a bottle my way.
“Gonna be a few for a table.”
“Always is.”
Union Jack Pub had the best Chicago-style pizza in town. The downside? It took about an hour to cook. Then again, that left us lots of time for drinking, which I desperately needed.
The Reds were on one of the TVs and we sat in silence, watching the game and letting the alcohol work its magic. One or two minutes later, the pager went off, and we headed to the hostess stand. She led us to our seats, which were back in the bar area.
Fine by me—closer to the drinks.
My skin vibrated as we reentered the section, a shudder rolling down my back and through my legs before pulsing into my cock.
“Fuck me.”
It was the same feeling. The one that hit me the moment she walked in the church and never left me. The one that haunted me. She was there. She had to be.
I scanned the room, my eyes transfixed on a curvy figure a few feet away as I slid into the booth seat, and everything slowed down. I began to wonder if I’d really lost it. My torturer from the church pews was parading around in barely-cover-her-ass shorts and a vest that pushed her tits up and out, begging for me to bite them.
I prayed for her to be our waitress. At the same time, I was scared—uncertain if I could control myself with her so close.
Dex waved his hand in front of me. “Yo, Jared, what the fuck? See something you like?” He followed my gaze.
“That’s her.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the curve of her tits and ass.
“Her who?”
“The girl from the church.”
“The waitress? That’s the girl?” He glanced back at her. “Girl’s got curves. Definitely different from Monica.”
I rubbed my face and shook my head. “She could be so much trouble.”
“Would it be worth it?”
“I’d probably end up in jail.”
He held his beer up, then took a swig. “Go for it. Like I said, you need to damage a pussy.”
Worst nightmare or heavenly dream, I didn’t know, but she was headed right for us.
Chapter 3
“Hi, I’m Hope, and I’ll be your waitress.” Her voice was sweet and melodic, and I imagined it screaming my name. Her eyes scanned the table, a fake smile plastered on her face, but there was a flicker of recognition when her gaze landed on me.
Her breath hitched, pupils dilated, lips parting as I stared straight at her. The intense feelings that had taken all control at the church came surging back, and I gripped the edge of the table, jaw locked tight.
“Hello, Hope.”
Her eyes fluttered as I said her name, and she no longer seemed to be able to stand still.
“Umm, our s-specials today are the turkey melt, clam chowder, and two-dollar draft beer.” Her cheeks flushed. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
My cock got so hard, begging to be closer. What was it about her?
“You.” I couldn’t help myself. It was the truth.
Her eyes widened, and she nabbed her bottom lip between her teeth just as she’d done the other day.
Dex broke in, reminding us both where we were. “We have a tab going at the bar—can you get us a bucket of Dos Equis and some limes? That’d be great.”
She blinked and looked at Dex, who was trying not to laugh. “Right, will do. Are you r-ready to order?”
“Not yet.”
She stared, stuck for a moment. “Oh, okay, I’ll just… I’ll be back with the beer.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she walked away, and I almost launched out of my seat when she looked back at me.
“Wow. What the fuck was that?”
I turned back to Dex and flexed my hands into fists, attempting to keep myself in place. “That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out for days.” I glanced back over at the bar where she collected our order.
“I’m beginning to believe your talk about deadly sins. You might die if you don’t get your cock in that girl!”
My jaw clenched. “Not funny, man. I’m two dick pulses away from finding her and fucking her right now.”
He held his hands up. “Sorry, sorry. You didn’t see it from my perspective, though. Talk about intense.”
“Let’s change the subject.”
“Okay… So, Monica?”
I twisted my head in an attempt to crack my neck. Even her name couldn’t subdue the fire. It only ignited another kind—hatred.
“She’s
doing shit on purpose to piss me off. That boxing class isn’t the beginning, and I don’t see it being the end.”
Even his face dropped. “Yeah. She’s moved some of my clients as well. My girl is threatening my balls if I don’t start bringing in more money.”
An idea I’d been contemplating popped out of my mouth before I even thought about actually saying it. “If I leave, you’re coming with me, right?”
My sudden topic switch stopped him mid-sip. “You thinking about opening your own place?”
The beer arrived, but I didn’t even notice when someone brought it by because she didn’t deliver it. I downed the one I was working on, then popped the top off the next. It was half gone in seconds.
Dex didn’t say anything.
“Thinking. I can’t do it now, but when my mom’s better.”
He grinned. “You’re gonna decimate Monica, aren’t you?”
I finished off the second and pulled out a third. “Yup. I get a large portion of the money from those classes. If she thinks I’m just going to let her push me out, she’s very wrong.”
“You practically built that place. Hell, I was your client when you opened.”
I held my bottle up and smirked. “And look at you now.”
After the third one on an empty stomach, I started to feel good, and my muscles relaxed. That was when she returned—my siren.
She avoided me, looking at Dex instead as he ordered us an appetizer and pizza—the same thing we ate every time. The intense reaction I had to her crashed over me like it had never waned with her farther away. It crippled me. Every muscle tensed to keep me in place.
If she looked at me, there would be no way to stop myself.
From what?
That was the million-dollar question. All answers involved her skin against mine in some capacity—the more, the dirtier, the better.
Her hand shook as she scribbled our order, eyes looking down as they rotated toward me. She didn’t make it past the height of my chest before her lips parted and she stopped.
“The pizza will take about an hour, but I’ll get the appetizer out shortly.”
“Thank you, Hope.” My voice was harsh, thick, my dick twitching when she licked her lips.