by Olivia Grace
Just as I forced myself to make eye contact with those eyes, he smacked my wetness. “Tell me what you want.”
The surprising sensation brought a strange beast out of me. “I want you to devour me.”
That darling smile appeared again, giving this lust filled moment just enough touch of romance. “Good girl.”
And that is when the introduction happened; his mouth to my pussy, his tongue to my ass. The way he moaned with delight was as if he was too overtly satisfied with the taste. “I knew you would taste this good.”
It was too much; him, his touch, his tongue, his voice, the moment. It was all too surreal, and my body was bursting to cum.
“God,” he growled into me with a mouthful.
He lapped my juices. His tongue dove into me, retreated and then dove back in. Both of his hands palmed my thighs and lifted me further into the air. He went from hole to hole. Lapping. Kissing. Penetrating. Sucking.
I whimpered, winced and tried to fight the orgasm. I wanted to prolong it so that I could enjoy the feeling a little while longer. I couldn’t help but grind against his tongue. I wanted it deeper inside of me. I rode his face.
“That’s it, darling.” His words were muffled as he smacked my ass, encouraging my ride.
“Oh God,” I breathed. “I’m cumming.”
As soon as I said the words, the licking and sucking ceased. He appeared over me, hovering with such alluring darkness in his eyes that I almost feared how good this man made me feel.
“No, you can’t cum yet.”
I bit my lip in disappointment and agony. I was ready to explode, and he refused to allow me.
“Please,” I begged.
Fuck that. I couldn’t take it anymore.
However, that one word, begging him, had once again signaled the attack dog.
He ripped his cock from his jeans. Before I could admire it, he entered me hard and fast.
“Mmmm!”
“That’s it, darling,” he encouraged as I moved my lips with his rhythm. “Fuck me.”
The way I panted and clawed was embarrassing. Yet, I didn’t care. I was out of my body. My mind was somewhere else far away, in Lake Michigan maybe. The only part of me present in that condo on that floor was my body. And he was showing it no gawd damn mercy.
I grew wetter with every thrust; every heavenly deeply penetrating thrust.
He fucked me aggressively, yet rode me lovingly. He was hard and masculine, yet sweet and attentive, as if he would love me with roses and handcuffs.
His chest met mine. Our perspiration mixed together. His tattoos were coated with my sweat. His mouth found my ear. “Feels just like I thought it would.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. There was so much that I wanted to say, but my brain was literally scrambled as he killed my G-spot.
“Shit,” I breathed into his shoulder, the urge so powerful that I bit his shoulder.
“That’s it, darling.” He encouraged my aggressiveness. “God, you’re amazing. You’re fucking amazing. Are you ready to cum?”
“Yes,” I panted eagerly. “Please let me cum.”
“You may cum now.”
Before I knew it, he’d hoisted himself by holding my waist and digging into me hard, fast and rhythmically.
“Fuck!”
My eyes squeezed closed as the most powerful orgasm escaped me. Something in my belly tightened. My hands flew over my mouth as I screamed towards the ceiling. My toes curled. My body tingled.
As my juices began to flow, he too began to howl masculinely.
We were cumming together.
Seconds later we both lie on the floor, breathing hard. I was staring up at the ceiling as he reached for me. He effortlessly pulled my body underneath him. My back was against his chest. I could feel his heart beating just as hard and fast as he’d fucked me.
His lips found my shoulder. “Darling?”
“Huh?”
“I didn’t kill my wife.”
He’d finally approached the elephant in the room, but I was way too drained and dazed to question him.
However, I believed him.
Seventeen
karrie
I fell asleep. The sun rising through an uncovered picture window woke me up.
I was no longer on the floor in the living room. I was in a California King, lying on the most delicate sheets that my ass had ever felt and under the most snug goose feather blanket.
I didn’t want to leave, but I was alone. Curiosity forced me out of my comfort zone.
I also needed to check my phone. Though Tyler was working the night shift, my guilt wanted to ensure that he hadn’t tried to reach me.
As I climbed out of bed and adjusted the bra that I’d fallen asleep in, I knew that I should leave, but I had no desire to. Tyler’s sudden attempt at being a good boyfriend had disappeared as soon as it appeared about a month ago. He was no longer obnoxious. He was ashamed. He wanted so badly to be successful that it was taking over his thoughts and taking him further away from me.
Nevertheless, he would wonder where I was at eight in the morning when he made it home.
I needed to leave, but I didn’t want to. Brad Miller was not a man that a woman just walked away from with a sound mind. The way that he looked at me was hypnotizing enough to make me stay, but his words, words the same as the ones in my chat box, kept me chained to that condo. I couldn’t go back to my regular life. Yes, my life had gotten somewhat better, but it wasn’t this. This environment was so full of fantasy and lust that I could never leave it willingly.
Brad was in the living room staring at the television. The volume was so low that I wondered how he could possibly hear it.
“Hi,” I shyly spoke, announcing my presence.
I thought I would feel something different when he turned around and looked at me; shame, embarrassment … something. But when he whipped his head back, and his eyes met mine, I felt as comfortable as I did a few hours ago.
“Good morning,” he smiled at me.
My smile was bashful as I picked my clothes up from the floor. “What time is it?”
“Six-thirty.”
“You don’t sleep?” I asked as I slipped into my panties.
“Barely.”
I myself was delusionally sleepy.
“Plus, I have a meeting to get to pretty soon.”
Guess that was my cue. And good thing it was. I was torn between staying in that fantastic condo in that fantasy erotic world with him. I would not have left on my own had he not forced me out.
Out of my peripheral, I saw him finish his cup of coffee as I slipped into my shirt, jeans and boots. Soon, he turned off the television and was standing as I adjusted my clothes in the mirror that I was standing naked in front of just a few hours prior.
As he did last night, Brad appeared behind me and kissed my shoulder through the cotton of my tee shirt. “Thank you.”
“Thank you?”
“For last night.”
Was he thanking me like this was some kind of hook-up, some one-time thing? I fought to hide my disappointment.
“It’s weird to ask you this, after the nasty things that I’ve already done to you, but can I call you?”
We both giggled, but my laughter as filled with relief.
“Of course you can,” I blushed.
His arms slipped around my waist. I fell back into his massive structure as he told me, “Promise me you won’t try to run. I plan to see you a lot, darling.”
Though I smiled and blushed, I was scared of how he made me feel. As he held my hand and led me out of the condo, I was terrified of how this union would change the course of my life forever.
****
“Miller Realty,” I told Sabrina as she pecked on the keyboard of her iPad.
My head was full of so many thoughts as Brad and I parted ways with a kiss. By the time that I was riding in a daze on the Bishop Ford heading east, he’d texted me so many nasty yet loving things.
I couldn’t wait to see him again.
But I couldn’t get his wife out of my mind. I couldn’t get Tyler out of the back of my mind either. I had already emotionally cheated on him. People say that that is the worse form of it. However, now that I was officially a cheater, I felt a twinge of guilt.
Just a twinge.
Luckily, I’d beat Tyler home by fifteen minutes. I started cooking him breakfast to avoid any and all conversation about my night. When he slipped into the bedroom to get some rest, I got the hell out of there.
“How do you know about this?” Sabrina asked me. “I haven’t heard anyone on the news talking about.”
I was bursting to tell Sabrina about my night, but I wasn’t ready. I didn’t know what she would think of my “Cyber Guy” being the man that the town discreetly suspected of viciously murdering his wife. I wasn’t ready to even attempt to explain to her how, because I knew him, those assumptions weren’t anywhere in my brain. She would think that I was being typical naive Karrie. I wasn’t ready to leave the fantasy world that Brad had flung me into just to argue with her about what I knew.
Besides, she was so high at the moment, that she couldn’t have a rational conversation anyway. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably. She was talking so fast. I was actually ready to get out of there, but I wanted to know how loaded Brad was first.
“I heard my father talking about it with his wife,” I lied. “I’m just curious about how much it’s worth.”
Sabrina’s mouth seemed to water. “Well, you came to the right person.”
She typed and scrolled for a few seconds before she drew a deep breath. “Damn.”
“What?” I was anxious to see as I scooted closer to her on her bed. I fought to see between her blonde strands, but I didn’t know what I was looking at on the screen.
“He’s worth billions,” she whispered.
“Billions?!”
“Billions,” she confirmed as she pointed to a figure full of commas highlighted on the screen. “No wonder he killed his wife.”
“Sabrina! He did not kill his wife.”
“Yes, he did. And now I see why. It wasn’t to keep his job. He’s filthy rich! Had he left her, he would have had to pay her a shitload of alimony, child support, spousal support… It was much easier to just kill her.”
I sucked my teeth and tore my eyes away from the website. “Sabrina, don’t say that. That’s not true.”
“How do you know?”
“How do you know?!”
Hell, I didn’t. I wondered if I was being so naive for selfish reasons. I wanted him to be innocent so that I wouldn’t be such an idiot for sleeping with him.
But, no, Brad couldn’t have killed his wife. The town was speculating, but people who knew him, people like my father, they knew better.
“No one gets murdered out here in Hammond, Karrie,” Sabrina told me. “No one. Hell, the police are so strict with speeding tickets because they have nothing better to do. They have no real crime to fight out here. Then suddenly some crazed psycho murderer kills the wife of a man who desperately wanted out of his marriage? And then the crazed psycho murderer vanishes into thin air? C’mon, Karrie. He totally offed his wife.”
I shook my head as I stood. I was shaking my head in shame of her and attempting to shake the potential of the truth from my mind.
“Where are you going?” she asked me as I reached for my purse. Now, I had a real Michael Kors. I was no longer forced into Sabrina’s hand-me-downs. Though I did not splurge because most of the money that I made at the club, went to bills, tuition and helping my mother when I could.
“I have to stop by my mother’s before I head to the club. Plus, you’re annoying me.”
Sabrina’s waved her hand as if my feelings meant nothing, “Can’t you take me to the liquor store first?”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Are you kidding? No, Sabrina.”
“Why not, Stahl?”
“Aren’t you high enough?”
She cut her eyes as if that offended her. “You’re so judgmental,” she said as she ran her fingers through her hair.
“No, you’re such a brat. Gawd, Sabrina. You have everything you could ever want. You don’t have to work for shit. Yet, you keep fucking it all up like a loser, just because you want to get high.”
Her mouth fell open. “You don’t fucking judge me!”
She snapped so suddenly. She jumped to her feet and stood eye to eye with me. As she pointed her finger in my face, the eyes that I stared into were so dilated that I knew that that person behind them wasn’t my best friend.
“Don’t look at me like that! Like you’re better than me! Like I should act a certain way because you think I have it made. I don’t fucking judge you for walking around being pathetic, so don’t judge me!”
That hurt. It bit and it stung. I let it show too. She was my best friend, but she was slowly turning into a more irrational person that I did not want to deal with every time she got high or drunk.
She knew she hurt me too. Her eyes were apologetic, but there wasn’t a humble bone in her body that would allow her to apologize.
So, I just left. I walked out of her bedroom not knowing what to say because, hell, she was right. Despite recent changes that I had forced myself to make, I had been quite the pathetic little girl for some time, so who was I to judge?
****
My mother didn’t answer the door at her apartment off of Cline Avenue. I called her cell phone a few times and still no answer. I assumed that she had gotten wrapped up in something else. I, myself, was so wrapped up in the strange happenings of my life over the last few hours that I made no attempt to track her down. I decided to grab a bite to eat before heading to the Pink Rhino.
I arrived at the club a bit early, around nine that evening. I regretted it as soon as I walked in. Rosie was sitting at a table with a group of bartenders. They were most likely having a meeting.
She gave me the look of death and immediately told me, “I have to talk to you. Go to my office - Now.”
The group of bartenders looked at me as if they were scared for my life. I shrugged towards her office, wondering what the hell I did. I was convinced that she was upset about the get up that I had on the evening before that was totally opposite of the girl-next-door image that she’d branded me with.
However, when she entered her office after making me wait for fifteen minutes, she completely went off on me about something else. “You do not leave this club with the customers, Ginger! This isn’t a gawd damn whore house!”
I couldn’t believe it. “That was my friend!”
She sucked her teeth and waved her hand, “Sure.”
“No, seriously, he was.”
“So you just leave?”
“I made house.”
“It doesn’t work like that! We had you in the lineup. You missed your call on stage.”
You couldn’t have convinced me that this was a serious conversation. I was a stripper, not in the army. I’d left my post at the strip club, not gone AWOL.
“I’m fining you.”
I gasped, “What?!”
“Two hundred dollars on top of house tonight.” She totally avoided the shock in my eyes. “This is not a whore house. We don’t fuck for pay. This is an establishment of class and dignity. I will not have men coming in here looking for pussy for pay.”
“I told you he was my friend.”
“Pay the fine or leave for good, Ginger.”
She was being so cold. She was obviously totally convinced that I was a complete liar.
“Fine,” I spat as I walked out of the door.
Something told me not to argue with her, that it wasn’t that important. I left out of the office and slammed my way into the locker room. Unfortunately, Midnight was sitting in front of her vanity, putting on her makeup.
“Fuck you, Midnight,” I spat as I rolled my eyes.
I was shocked myself, but I knew that her know-it-
all mouth had told Rosie that I was selling myself to the highest bidder.
She spun around. “Excuse me?”
Luckily, no other dancers were present to see me get my ass kicked.
But I didn’t care. “You told Rosie that I left last night. What is your deal? Why do you have such a hard-on for me?”
“Bitch...”
My cell phone rang, and I was glad. There was no reason for her to be such a bitch, and I really didn’t want to hear her lame excuse as to why she was continuously such a bitch to me.
It was my mother’s ringtone. I went to answer it, and Midnight looked thrown off that I dismissed her rant to answer the phone.
“Hi, mom.”
“Karrie…”
“Sandy?” Sandy was my mother’s best friend. “What’s up?”
“Where are you?”
“At work. Why?”
“You need to leave. You need to come to Community Hospital, Karrie.”
The sound of her voice signaled my tears. Then I realized that she was calling me from my mother’s phone. Not my mother, so apparently my mother couldn’t talk.
I sat down on the bench behind me, held my face and prepared myself for the worse. “What’s wrong?”
I couldn’t imagine what it could be.
“Your mom passed out at the grocery store. I think she had a stroke.”
“A stroke?!”
I was confused. My mother wasn’t sick. She didn’t drink. She wasn’t stressed. She didn’t even smoke.
“Is she okay?”
It took Sandy a few seconds to respond. That put that much more fear in me. When she sighed so heavily, I felt like fainting. “I don’t know. Just come up here, Karrie,” was her response. “And hurry.”
I freaked. I began to cry; wail, actually. I recalled my mother not answering my calls earlier that day. Something was wrong. There was so much sorrow in Sandy’s voice. I’d never heard her sound like that.
I didn’t even end the call. I just dropped the phone in my lap and buried my face in my hands and cried.
Soon, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Ginger?... Ginger?” It was Midnight. “What’s wrong?”
I attempted to get myself together. I had to in order to leave and drive the forty plus miles back to Hammond.