by Lexi Aurora
“Where are you going?” I asked her. “This is your bedroom.”
“I’ll sleep on the couch,” she said, but I took her arm as she started to march toward the doorway. She snatched it away from me but I took a step toward her, backing her against the wall. I would have let her go if she would have pushed me away but she didn’t, instead staring up into my eyes with heat in her own, a warmth that came from both rage and desire.
“Get away from me,” she said, but her hands were on my belt, unfastening it as she looked into my eyes. “Get the fuck away from me.”
I leaned into her, brushing my lips over hers. “No,” I said, putting my hands on either side of her against the wall, pinning her in with my body close to hers. She pulled off my belt then but stopped there, her finger tracing up and down my zipper. I felt my cock grow hard under her touch and loved the fact that her anger was making her so obviously wet and ready to be fucked, but at the same time it bothered me that she was angry in the first place. I wanted to soothe her, make it better. I wanted to make her stay with me.
“I hate you,” she muttered as I took her mouth in a slow, long kiss that seemed to take her breath away. Her body molded to mine, rubbing against me as I tasted her lips, teasing her tongue with my own. It felt so good to kiss her and yet I felt like I needed more. I was relieved when she pulled her nightgown up and over her body, showing me that she was completely naked underneath. I groaned at the sight of her body, so perfect and gorgeous, my hands traveling from the wall to her hips to touch the soft skin there. I traced her thighs, her hips, her waist with my fingertips, touching her all over before I got to her breasts. I took her nipples between my fingers and pinched them, tugging on them lightly, making her moan softly with the slight pain mixed with pleasure.
“You hate me,” I said, grinning against her lips. “But I bet that pretty pussy is soaking wet, isn’t it?”
“Shut up,” she said, though she didn’t stop me from sliding my hand down to find out if I was right or not. I knew before I even got to her pussy that she was turned on by the way she trembled under my touch. I smiled when I brought my hand between her legs and stroked the outer lips of her pussy, feeling that she was slippery and wet all over. She whimpered when I stroked her swollen clit with the tip of my finger, rubbing it in circles while she shook against the wall.
“So fucking wet,” I said, slipping a finger easily inside her warm and inviting pussy, and sliding it in and out. Her legs nearly gave out but I held her still with my free hand, rubbing her pussy as she moved against my palm. “You still wanna leave, baby? Or do you want to stay here with me?”
She moaned in response when I pressed a second finger inside of her, rubbing my palm against her clit. Her kiss was hot and feverish before she pulled away from me. For a moment, I thought she was going to leave, but I watched as she crawled onto the bed and positioned herself on hands and knees, a sight that instantly took my breath away. I stared at her, unable to look away as she looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes full of hunger.
“Please,” was all she said. It was all she needed to say. I undressed, my eyes locked on her pussy from behind. It was swollen and pink, glistening with moisture. I put my mouth to her from behind, swiping along the length of her slit with my tongue. I flicked her clit with the tip and she squirmed, exhaling sharply. I continued to lick her, unable to get enough of the taste. She had the sweetest, most perfect pussy—decadent and tight, and when I slid my fingers within her she grew even tighter as she clenched around them, desperate for something more fulfilling.
I pulled back from her, aiming my cock into her opening, sliding the head of it up and down her slit. She pressed backward, eager to take it, but I found myself wanting to tease her a little bit before I gave it to her. Every time she moved back I pulled away until she glared at me over her shoulder.
“I’m sorry, baby girl,” I said, grinning at the look on her face. “It’s just so fucking fun to make you desperate.”
“I really do hate you,” she said, wiggling her ass in the air temptingly in a way that made my cock throb. I put my hands on it, squeezing the soft flesh as I pressed my cock deep inside of her wanting pussy. In the back of my mind, I realized that I wasn’t wearing a condom, but I was so caught up in my lust for her that I couldn’t stop myself from fucking her raw pussy even if I tried. I started to pump in and out of her, riding against her in a rhythm that felt natural, not frantic or too slow. It was the perfect pace to be able to feel it every time her pussy tightened against me, taking me deep against the back of her channel.
I held her hips in my hands, beginning to bounce them backward against me in forceful thrusts. She was moaning steadily, something that I knew I should muffle but couldn’t bring myself to do. It might be the last time I ever heard it if she walked out on me, and I wanted to make it last, leave the memory clear and vivid in my mind. I felt her body start to shake as she writhed backward against me, trembling as she started to come. I brought my hand between her legs and started to rub her clit, encompassing her with pleasure as I pounded against her. I couldn’t help myself. She came with a soft whimper, and I didn’t give her body time to settle down before I pulled her backward, sitting down on the bed so that she was sitting on my lap.
“I can’t do this,” she said, but her hips started moving automatically, simply grinding against me. I kissed the back of her neck while she started to ride my cock, sinking my teeth into the skin there, feeling her come again in a crash of pleasure. I held her down when she tried to squirm away and she didn’t fight me, but continued to fuck me with fervent downward strokes.
“I don’t think I can come again,” she whimpered. “It’s too much.”
“Yes, you can, baby,” I said to her in a low voice. “Just let it happen.”
She opened her mouth, but no words came out as she started to come for a third time, her body slowing down and riding against me as she rode it out. I couldn’t help but come inside of her then, not thinking of the fact that we hadn’t used protection, wanting desperately to feel the sensation of filling her up.
As soon as we were finished, she got off my lap, opening her suitcase to get dressed.
“What are you doing?” I asked her.
“I’m leaving. Now,” she said, not looking at me.
“It’s the middle of the night, Lauren,” I said to her. I took a deep breath. “You can leave in the morning. I won’t try to stop you. But just wait until then. You have nowhere to go right now.”
She stared at me for a long moment before sighing, putting down her clothes.
“Um, I need you to go,” she said. The words broke my heart, but I nodded and got dressed. I tried to kiss her before I left but she stopped me, turning her face away.
“Goodnight, Lauren,” I said, my heart feeling heavy in my chest.
“Goodbye, Jack,” she said, and I closed the door behind me, catching a glimpse of the sadness on her face for one last time.
Chapter 15: Lauren
I woke up before the sun was out, aching as I got out of bed. Last night with Jack had been rough and passionate, beyond sexy, but it had left me feeling empty and sad when he’d gone back to his room. I wished that things were different between us, that things could be normal and we could be in a happy relationship, but I knew that I could never trust Jack—he was too much of a player with too much baggage, and the last thing I needed was for my life to be further complicated by a man.
I got out of bed, my heart feeling heavy, and got dressed for the day. I peered out the window to see that Jack’s car was already gone from the driveway and I felt relieved; I didn’t think if I ran into him that I could keep my resolve to go. Right now, I was clear-headed, ready to do what needed to be done. Seeing Jack would have clouded my judgment, even if it did mean that I’d get to see his face and look him in the eye one more time.
I picked up the phone and dialed the number of a local nanny agency, arranging for them to have someone sent to Jack’s as soon
as possible. I sat down before I went to write a letter to him. I wanted him to know that I cared about him, and Ivy and Corina as well. I wanted him to know, too, that I had enjoyed my time with their family, but that it was time for me to move on in order to protect myself from the inevitable heartbreak of ending up with someone like him.
The doorbell rang and I hurried to answer it, not wanting it to wake Corina or Ivy. I opened the door to see a young girl, and welcomed her in. It was then that I heard soft footsteps on the stairs and my heart dropped as I turned to see Ivy standing there, rubbing her eyes with her fists.
“Where are you going?” she asked, her voice sweet and curious. “Who is this?”
“She’s going to be your nanny for the day,” I said to her, wrapping my arms around her when she came to me. It was hard to get the words out, but I wanted to comfort her before I left. I bent down, looking her in the eye. “I have to go now, Ivy. But I want you to know that I love you.”
Ivy’s bottom lip poked out in a pout and her eyes started to water. I felt something within me shatter and the tears started running down my face as I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her against me.
“Why are you going?” she asked, her face buried in my neck.
“It’s time for me to get a new job,” I said to her, holding her tight.
“I don’t want you to go, Lauren.”
“I know,” I said to her, then kissed her cheek and pulled back. “You can ask your daddy for my email, okay? And you can have Corina help you send me a message whenever you want.”
Ivy nodded, still crying, as I stood up to go. I hugged her one more time and left, trying to keep myself from sobbing. The pain of leaving her, knowing how upset she was, was an almost physical feeling. I got to my car and took a deep breath, steadying myself before leaving. I glanced in the rearview mirror to see Ivy standing in the doorway watching me as the nanny tried to usher her inside. I looked away and focused on the road, driving to Sam’s house. I knocked on her door, praying that she was home, and she answered it quickly. The moment she saw my tear-streaked face, she frowned with concern.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, pulling me inside.
“It’s Jack,” I said. “I—I quit the job. I just couldn’t do it anymore.”
“Wait, did you have sex with Jack Stephens?” she asked, gaping at me. “You did, didn’t you?”
“Sam,” I said, shooting her a look. “That’s not the point.”
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. We’ll get to that part when you’re in a better mood.”
I rolled my eyes at her, following her into her bedroom. We both flopped down on her bed and she propped herself up on her elbow to look at me.
“Spill,” she said. “How did you get involved with Jack Stephens?”
I sighed. “It just kind of happened. We were flirting and one thing led to another.”
“Sidenote. I have to ask. How was it?”
“Sam—”
“I’m just asking,” she said, putting her hands up. I had to laugh.
“It was amazing, okay?” I said to her, trying not to remember the details of the times that I’d been with Jack and how incredible they had been. He seemed to instinctively know my body inside and out, how to give me the most pleasure and make me come fast and hard.
She grinned at me. “Okay. I just had to know that. Details later.”
“Details later,” I promised. “For now, my heart is broken.”
“What happened?”
“His ex-wife came over. She called me a whore. She told me that he’s a massive player. I should have known from the beginning. No guy who’s that hot would ever settle down with anyone.”
Sam frowned. “How do you know she wasn’t just making it up?”
“Because I know him. He’s charming. I saw him with another girl, too. He says he wasn’t flirting with her—”
“Maybe he wasn’t, Lauren,” Sam said, keeping her voice gentle. “I know that you had it rough with Connor and Josh, but not all guys are like that.”
“Jack’s like that,” I insisted. “Trust me. And either way, I can’t risk it again. I’m done with love.”
“Do you think you love him?” Sam asked. I closed my eyes. It was something that I had tried not to think about but I couldn’t help wonder if I truly loved Jack or not. I felt connected to him and could melt at one look, but I couldn’t truly let myself go as far as to let myself fall for him.
“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “I just know I’m going to miss him. I know this sucks.”
“I know it does, hon,” Sam said, putting her hand on my shoulder. “Do you think there’s any chance you might rethink it? Give him another try?”
“I just can’t,” I said.
She nodded. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”
“I am, too,” I said, then sat up straight, trying to perk myself up. “But it’s over now and it’s time to move on.”
“Okay,” Sam said. “What are you going to do now about work?”
“I think I’m going to try to advertise music lessons. It’s something I’ve been wanting to try,” I said.
“That would be good for you,” she agreed enthusiastically. We talked then about a possible plan for that, and by the time I left Sam’s, I told myself that I was feeling better and looking forward to the future.
Chapter 16: Jack
L auren’s car was gone when I got home from work a few hours after going in. I sat in the driveway, staring at the empty space, regretting every single thing I had done wrong in my relationship with Lauren. I was frustrated with the fact that she didn’t trust me not to fool around on her. She didn’t believe that I was serious, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that my feelings for her were just that.
I went inside, half-hoping that she was somehow still there. I called out for her, but when nobody responded I sighed, feeling deflated. I pulled out my phone and called her cellphone but it went straight to voicemail as if she had rejected it. I hung up, a sick feeling in my stomach that seemed to get worse with every minute.
I looked around for Ivy and Corina, and found Ivy in the playroom with a young woman I didn’t recognize, who I assumed was the nanny that Lauren had found to replace her for the day. Ivy ran up to me when I saw her and wrapped her arms around my legs, burying her face against me.
“How are you, baby?” I asked her.
“I don’t like this nanny,” she said, and I glanced over her shoulder to see the nanny looking abashed.
“Why not?” I asked her.
“I want Lauren. She’s not Lauren,” Ivy said, pouting. “I don’t want to see her anymore.”
“Baby—” I began, but then she started to cry, huge sobs that shook her whole body. She ran from the room then, her little legs carrying her away and down the hall. I looked at the nanny apologetically.
“I’m sorry,” I said to her. “I’m sure you were fine. She was just really attached to our other nanny.”
“It’s fine,” said the girl, standing up. She looked nervous. “I um—I don’t think I’ll be available tomorrow, but the nanny service should be able to send you someone in the morning.”
“Thank you,” I said to her, and as soon as she left I hurried to Ivy’s bedroom, knocking lightly on the door.
“Don’t come in,” she said, with all the adamancy of an angry six-year-old girl. “Unless you’re Lauren.”
“Baby,” I said, pushing the door open. She was laying on her bed under the covers like a lump, her face completely obscured by the blanket. I sat down next to her, gently pulled the blanket from her head. “I’m sorry Lauren’s gone. But you can’t be mean to the nannies.”
“But I don’t want another nanny,” she said, her voice shaking. My heart clenched in my chest and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my lap. “I want Lauren.”
“I know,” I said. “I loved Lauren too. But she’s gone now and I don’t think she’s coming back. It’s hard, but we just have to
move on.”
“I wanted her to be my new mommy,” Ivy said in a small voice. I sighed, holding her tight.
“You have me, baby,” I said to her. “Don’t worry about your mommy. I don’t want you to worry about anything, okay?”
She sniffled, meeting my eye. “Okay,” she said. I lifted her up then, carrying her out into the hallway and down the stairs.
“Where are we going?” she asked me.
“For ice cream,” I said to her. “Does that sound good?”
She smiled then, a bright smile that lit up her face. It was a relief to see the sadness gone from her features, though I knew it would be a long time before she got over Lauren. Ivy had been as enamored by the nanny as I had, and I knew that it was going to be hard to get over her absence when she had felt like such a natural part of our family.
“We’ll go in a minute,” I said to her. “Daddy’s going to run upstairs. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay,” she said. I ran upstairs quickly, pulling out my phone again. I couldn’t just let it rest. At the very least, I wanted to leave Lauren a message and let her know how much she meant to me. I couldn’t leave things alone without her knowing.
The phone went straight to voicemail again and I felt nervous as the tone sounded for me to speak.
“Hi, Lauren,” I said. “Um—I know that it’s over. And I get it. I just—I wanted to tell you that I love you. I’ll love you for the rest of my life. Please never forget that.”
I hung up without saying anything else, before I could beg her to come back to me. I didn’t want to guilt or force her into anything, so it was best to let her have the space that she wanted. I sighed and went back downstairs to Ivy, hoping that spending some time with her would wipe away the feeling of hopelessness I felt when I thought about the fact that I would never see the woman I loved again.
When I got downstairs, Corina was with Ivy. She looked at me with a concerned expression.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” she asked.