Good for Me

by Aeryn Jaden

“But right now I’m just gonna fuck you through this door. Everytime you’ll look at it, you’ll remember me drilling your little hole. Maybe you’ll listen to your body if my words are not reaching you.”

  His words were punctuated by hard thrusts of his fingers. I had three inside and I was already wanting more.

  “More.”

  He scissored them one last time, pressed my star inducing spot and then yanked them out. I stiffened when I found myself yanked off my feed. He had one arm under each of my leags, holding them apart. I was lifted and braced face front on the door. I could hardly believe he had literally swept me off my feet and now was holding my weight on his arms without breaking a sweat. I couldn’t move at all, pressed between his hard body at my back and the wood in front. He adjusted his hold to the desired height and position, lifted me a little and before I could blink I felt his hard length poised at my entrance, pressing inside, searching for the right angle. The burn was exquisite.

  “Relax your muscles. Trust me, I won’t let you fall.”

  I pushed out and he steadily speared me with the bulbous head. Stopped just barely in and pulled out. My low whine brought an evil smile on the lips that were playing with my neck.

  “If you had a tie, I would have gagged you. You wouldn’t want somebody to hear you, would you?”

  “The… desk…”

  “No. Well, maybe next time.”

  Jesus. I pressed my hands flat on the door, trying to stop my sliding at his sudden push. I wanted to arch back and ease the burn by taking more than the head inside me. I felt stretched and empty at the same time. Now that I knew what I needed, this teasing was torturing me.

  “I want you to press your ear on the door and listen to them moving outside, while you’re here swallowing my dick with your tight ass.”

  He groaned and tightened his hold on my legs when my muscles convulsed around him. Pulled out again and lifted me a little.

  “No more playing.”

  I think I screamed. I know I lost it for a second or two there. His balls slapped mine with a loud sound and I started trembling. He had shoved inside me in one quick move, filling me to the hilt. He stayed one moment still, panting in my ear and all tensed behind me, then pulled out in a similar sudden move and shoved back in. I was clenching my teeth at the burn, unaware in the pleasurable haze that I was also clenching around his shaft.

  “Hold on.”

  Bain didn’t wait for me to adjust. His teeth caught the tender skin on my neck and bit savagely while his hips retreated and pressed back in, following a punishing pattern. I could only stay there and receive all he gave me, open and vulnerable to his passion. He pumped me hard, pressing inside in firm long strokes, slamming me in the door.

  I loved the feel of him without control. He was always so careful with his size, his power. I felt so much more desired when he was like this, crazy with lust and pistoning like a machine, than when he was trying to sweet talk me. I would feel this for a couple of days for sure.

  “So tight! Take it…Yeah…That’s it. You were made for this, baby…Mine. Only mine…”

  The burn was spreading hot inside me, his words raising the flames to inferno. I lost track of time, aware only of the feel of his cock pushing deep, his growl in my ear and the brutal grasp he had on my legs. Outside I could hear muffled voices passing by and each time they were close my walls gripped tighter on his dick.

  My cock was so hard it hurt exquisitely as it bumped on the door, only adding to the madness burning through my veins. It couldn’t last. He was rutting behind me like possessed, trying to get under my skin, as far inside as he could reach. He bumped my prostate and brought me down on him hard and suddenly I was biting my hand to muffle my screams, covering the door in spunk, constricting his hot length in a tight vise of convulsing muscles. He bit my neck again, silencing his own release as he slammed in my ass one more time.

  Panting there pinned to the door with his weight on my back, I muffled another groan when I felt him slip out and let my head fall heavily on the hard surface. I felt wrung out and relaxed. Strangely enough, satisfaction still eluded me.

  He left soon after we caught our breath. His phone chirped and when he checked the number he had the same strange expression as that morning at the hospital. I knew now what it was about. Didn’t like it much. He stopped in front of me and helped me arrange my clothes, lingering to caress my body as he covered it back. We didn’t talk much. I didn’t know what to say and he was saying too much with his eyes. My chest hurt when he circled my waist, pulled me close gently and just rubbed his cheek on the top of my head. One slow butterfly kiss and he left without another word.

  My clothes were a mess but luckily it wasn’t an unusual appearance for me. The wondow was wide open to clear the smell of sex and the door had been easily cleaned. I sat at my desk for some time. Talked to more of my students when they came asking me about their grades and the finals. I was partly there, present and functioning.

  A bigger part of me, that which has been frozen from the moment I saw Bain in the arms of somebody else, that part, felt confused. I felt like churning waters during storm and I knew something was brewing inside me.

  I kept replaying his words and I had to give him credit. He was right, I was protecting myself. Bain had managed to affect me from the first look.

  I was confused and my stomach kept flopping with nerves.

  I wanted Bain. Enough to leave my comfort zone, enough to rummage through my feelings and dig to the root of what was troubling me. His job troubled me. The image of him kissing her was imprinted on my brain. Every time I looked at my lab door I still saw that. (I also had a boner from remembering how he fucked me against it. What? I’m only human…)

  Will he have to do that often? Do more? The fact that his job was dangerous wasn’t scarring me away. I knew he could handle himself. He was trained and smart. Was I strong enough to close my eyes and ignore situations like the one with blondie? He had said I was his. Well, I felt the same way. He was mine, and I don’t share well.

  Was I enough?

  I was still afraid.

  And still pissed off.

  I went home that night and just laid down in the darkness of my bedroom, trying to figure things out. The best thing for me would be to stick to my guns and push him away. Was it now? He made me feel. It hurt but I also already anticipated the next time I’ll see him, the next time I’ll have him in me. I wanted him and I didn’t know if I could stop.

  Chapter Nine

  Next morning I was going to sleep in. It was Saturday, I had no classes and due to the fact Sean was a rare sight to see at home these days, I was postponing the task of cleaning up the disaster area I had made of our house.

  I was considering employing a cleaning service since I pretty much didn’t know the difference between normal bleach and stain removal solution. I discovered that bleach is bad for my blue plush couch when I tried to remove the wine stains. Bad idea. Luckily a marker saved the day.

  The knocking on my door woke me at seven.

  And of course, when I squinted my bleary eyes to see who the fuck was it, it was Bain. Huh. Maybe I’m still sleeping.

  “Hi.”

  He smiled at my disgruntled expression and bent down to press his mouth on mine in a sloppy kiss. I ruined the sweetness of the moment by yawning under his lips. Then promptly turned red.

  His shoulders were shaking with laughter but to his credit he managed to control it quickly. He pulled me flush to him and I melted on his body’s hard angles like butter on warm bread.

  “Let me try this again. “

  He kissed me again, slowly coaxing my lips open and my body began to respond. I tangled my tongue with his. There was no hurry, just us saying hello with our bodies. One thing was sure, he took the notion of “morning wood” to a totally superior level. When we parted for air, the laziness in my body was replaced with a deep burning need to grab and haul him to my bed to have my wicked way with him. Sadly he was on
e foot taller than me and some 50 pounds or more, heavier. All in muscles.

  “Good morning, honey.”

  Bain was a sap. He maintained that glowing expression pointed at me and his soft eyes gleamed with what seemed like delight to see me.

  I scrunched my nose in return. I was suffering from severe pillow case hair, my pants had little hearts on them (another of Sean’s attempts at being funny and witty) which bulged indecently in the front after Bain’s idea of “hello”(I could say they were returning the “hello”) and not to forget. It was seven in the morning. I don’t do seven in the morning.

  “Go away.”

  His face fell in a comical expression and I almost felt sorry for him.

  “Um…What?”

  I rolled my eyes at him, yawned some more and made a move to close the door in his face.

  “You heard me. Go away. You can come back at a reasonable hour. Preferably after twelve.”

  “You little shithead.”

  I wiped my head around, ready to give him hell and met his delighted face. This guy was confusing.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You’re kinda grumpy when somebody disrupts your beauty sleep. Looks good on you.”

  Huh? Any minute now I’ll wake up and this conversation will start making sense.

  “Grumpy looks good on me?”

  He nodded like an eager gigantic puppy.

  “And sleepy. Both. And you’re soft and warm. Makes me wanna squeeze you tight and cuddle.”

  “You’re weird, you know that?”

  “So I’ve been told.”

  He pulled me off my feet for another quick peck before setting me aside and entering. It was clearly a diversion tactic. And it worked. I found myself backed in the bedroom and my mind was already working on overdrive trying to find the fastest way to pull his clothes off.

  “You have too many clothes on you.”

  “More like you have too few.”

  To my surprise he bypassed my inviting bed and opened the closet. I watched him rummaging around, unsure of what was happening. When he threw a set of clothes on the bed, I woke up from my shock and grabbed his belt.

  I found out quickly that it was useless to try and drag him out of my closet when he was determined to stay there.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Clothes. You have to stay warm. It’s chilly where we’re going.”

  “Chilly? Going?”

  I stayed there unsure if I wanted to scream at him or be amused at his earnest look.

  When he started looking for shoes I gave up pulling on his belt and reclaimed my warm spot under my blankets.

  “You can see yourself out when you finish with my closet. I’m going back to sleep.”

  “Finished.”

  The blankets disappeared and I turned an ugly glare on him.

  “Give. Them. Back.”

  “Nop. You have to get dressed. It’s already late as it is.”

  “Are you on drugs?”

  “Nop.”

  “Hit your head?”

  “Not recently.”

  “Wanna get hit then?”

  My menacing look elicited an amused huff. The crazy man manhandled me upright and simply pulled my comfy sleep pants down.

  “Nice pants.”

  I looked at him, down on his lap that was front of my face now and my “interest” perked up again.

  “Thanks. I like them. On me. Unless your clothes join them. Then you can take off all you want. But otherwise I really don’t think they’ll fit you.”

  I squealed when he pushed me on my back and pulled some sport pants up my legs. This was getting ridiculous.

  “Did you forget to take your pills? Have some dress-the-doll fetish?”

  “Nop and no. I have a Tyler fetish, does that count?”

  I almost forgot I was getting mad when he rubbed the front of my pants and bent down to slowly lick around my belly button. He lingered and licked on it once before I suddenly found myself upright again. My room was starting to spin around me.

  “What. The. Fuck?”

  “Don’t be mad.”

  Another peck on the top of my nose and I waved him away like the irritating pest he was.

  “I just realized yesterday that we haven’t been out on a date yet. Driving you home or going to the hospital doesn’t count. So I thought I’ll come take you out.”

  “At seven in the morning?!”

  “You’re really fixated on the hour. I was supposed to come pick you up at 6 but my alarm didn’t rang.”

  “Good. You can thank your alarm for being still alive.”

  How can one tough guy like him look so pleading and hopeful? Like a little boy. I could feel my protests running scared in front of that look. It will be like kicking a puppy to be mean with him when he looked at me like that. And I had been really happy to see him. Despite the hour. Damn him.

  “I arranged it all yesterday. Thought it will be a nice surprise.”

  “You know, we have to establish some rules in this relationship. First of all being- One: Tyler needs his sleep. If you wake him before ten he’ll take your head off. Got it?”

  I found myself yet again pulled up and I was starting to suspect I’ll have to get used to it. His warm lips were a good enough reason to swallow my indignation. This time he wasn’t playing around. He devoured my mouth in a violent kiss, pouring himself in it and I doubt the dizziness I felt was all because of lack of oxygen.

  “Got it.”

  “Um-huh. You got something, alright.”

  He laughed with a strange expression and popped one on my ass.

  “Come on, you horndog. I promise it’s worth losing sleep over this. You’ll love it.”

  He pulled on the elastic of my pants, arranging them on my hips.

  “And I need sport gear for this date?”

  “Kinda.”

  I looked doubtful at the old sweater and the Nikes. Not very helpful.

  “And all this avoiding means you won’t tell me what you’re up to.”

  “Exactly.”

  Annoying, what did I tell you?

  “You don’t have to look so happy that you’re driving me crazy!”

  He turned gloomy immediately and I was starting to suspect he was manipulating me or he had some kind of emotional disorder.

  “I only wanted it to be a surprise.”

  “I’ll finish getting ready.”

  Sitting on the shore of a mountain lake, sipping from the hot cocoa thermos he had packed up for us and generally freezing my but off, I had to agree with Bain. I needed the warm clothes. And I was loving it.

  I got ready in five minutes, barely taking the time to brush my teeth. Meanwhile, Bain had stood guard at the door, visibly anxious to get going and eager to show me what he had planned for us. I wanted to stay mad at him but his enthusiasm was catching, and really – who can keep a straight face when a six foot six tough guy is yelling on the top of his lungs along with Britney Spears? I mean, it’s Britney. And Bain singing about his prerogative. And doing some twirly thing with his hips. He is crazy.

  When I started to guess his destination, I also noticed his worried fugitive looks pointed at me and left behind any resentment for my interrupted sleep. That and I was close to crying.

  He was taking me fishing. I always wanted to go fishing. Dad had often taken Sean on these little trips- fishing, camping or climbing. I had avoided spending extra time with dear daddy. Even If wanted too, he had made it clear I was to stay out because it was his bonding time with his son. Somehow, I think Bain guessed a part of that.

  The lake was beautiful. Surrounded by snowy mountain peaks, crisp air and blinding blue sky. There were other fishermen too, but far enough that we could hardly see them. Bain made a big deal out of choosing the spot and almost took a swim in the cold water while fiddling with our stuff. I found a group of rocks that protected us from the chilly breeze and seated on my chair.

  We brought the basket wi
th sandwiches for later and he made appear a blanket to wrap around my legs. I offered him a blow job for it. By the way his eyes glazed over I suspect I’ll have a busy evening.

  Fishing is a very slow and silent process. By eleven (meaning two hours later) I was ready to propose we throw some C4 in the lake to speed things up a little.

  “This is not how they do it on TV.”

  He tried to look severe but the twitching of his upper lip betrayed him.

  “Maybe if you could stay silent for more than 30 seconds we could fool some of these fishes in believing we mean them no harm.”

  “We don’t!”

  I turned a suspicious glare on him.

  “You weren’t planning to actually eat them, did you?”

  His resigned sigh let me know that I was ruining his dinner plans.

  It was more fun than I though it’ll be. We sat there, freezing and scaring all wildlife on a range of one to five miles with our laughter. We ate the food he had packed and spend some more time guarding the fishing poles.

  By mid afternoon he started swearing and I was trying to hide my glee.

  I caught three, pretty big ones. He caught one, a barely hatched one.

  “You talked so much to them ‘till they gave up and jumped to end their torment.”

  “You’re a sore loser.”

  “I haven’t lost. We didn’t compete. And I let them go because I wanted to impress you with my lack of mean intentions towards all fish.”

  I laughed. I laughed more that I remember ever doing in a single day. When we gave up on fishing, we gathered the equipment and just enjoyed the view. Bain arranged the blanked on the ground and pulled me down in front of him. Raised his legs up on each side of me, his arms warm around me, my back resting on his chest, his cheek on the top of my head, rubbing like I was some plush toy.

  I just enjoyed it for once. Up there all was clear and simple and I had no doubts I was supposed to be there, in his arms. He kept me warm, in more than one way. Yes, my body was responding to his proximity but it was more and for once I allowed myself to believe we could do this. That what we had was special. I felt warmth in my chest.