Crown's Chance at Love

by Mayra Statham

  Mike normally could light me up without even trying. But right at this moment, as he tells me all this, as he opens up to me about how he feels, how we are on the same page even if he is a little angry, I can feel myself getting wet. I can feel my skin start to warm up, and my nipples tighten as need grows in me. God I want him so badly.

  “How since that day at Starbucks, I haven’t had any damn self control or power at being away from you. How making meatballs with your kids showed me I had been missing something in my life I wasn’t even sure I had wanted? How I fucking like your friends, even your weirdly possessive best guy friend? How I like your family? How great dating and getting to know you these last couple of months has been even with the large grey cloud looming over my fucking head, worried and fucking terrified you would find out the truth and wouldn’t want shit to do with me? How I think your kids are freaking awesome, and watching them with you, around me has been pretty great? Do you want to know that you are the first thing I think about every morning and last thing I think about every damn night!”

  I’m breathing hard, almost as if I’ve just ran a mile as my heart beats furiously against my chest. Listening to him say everything, lay his cards on the table is incredibly sexy. I want to laugh and cry all at the same time, but all for the same reason. Because I am happy, incredibly happy. I know the circumstances are less than stellar and ideal, but that’s life.

  Life had shown me that one day it could shine brightly and show you double rainbows without rain, yet in the next moment it could shit rain all over your newly washed car, leaving you wondering what way was up and which was down and made you question whether you really even gave a shit about the difference. That’s life.

  With life you took the good with the bad hand in hand, walking side by side with it. Nothing was pristinely perfect. With him, our paths had intersected by chance in a shit storm of actions caused by others. Life and death, happiness and sorrow. All of these thoughts are running through my mind and I am sure I am about to cry.

  He is staring at me, waiting for me to say something; yet I can’t seem to find the words. For once I am the one that is vocally challenged, the one who has no idea how to say what needs to be said, and for a moment I wonder if this is how he had felt all those times he had been so irritatingly quiet.

  “I…” I start to say but stop because I don’t know how to word it. So many words feel as if they are choking my throat and the more words I think of, the more jumbled they become.

  “Give me a chance Sabrina. Give me a chance to make it right sweetheart. Give me that chance and I promise you will get it,” he says almost silently. His eyes, God his pale ice blue eyes are killing me as they beg me to give him a chance. “You will get what you mean to me.”

  “If I did… if I gave you another chance, is there anything else I should know about? Anything else you have been… holding back about?” I ask with a bravery I’m not really feeling, but I want to lay all the cards on the table. I don’t want anymore surprises or secrets. If there was any type of future between us we have to lay it all out.

  “No. Nothing else.” His voice is clear and confident and all I can do is stare at him. Soak in the sight of him in my house. His large body somehow feels bigger at the moment, more prominent, taking up a ridiculous amount of space. He is in his usual business clothes. Pale blue dress shirt that is rolled up to his forearms, black slacks that fit him perfectly. His hair slightly overgrown and ridiculously sexy in a rumbled bed-head sort of way.

  “Okay.” I say simply. I could have gone with a drawn out answer, but honestly we didn’t need it.

  “Okay?” he repeats a little surprised.

  “Yeah. Okay. Just… just don’t lie to me Mike. Don’t lie again.” I say my voice gradually getting softer almost to a whisper.

  “Mike…”

  “Sabrina.”

  We say at the same time and just look at one another.

  The air around us feels electric, heavy and way too warm. Summer is a hot one this year in Southern California, but it has nothing to do with the season of the year or the weather even. It is all about the man in front of me. I want him. There is nothing holding him back any more. I swallow hard as I look at him.

  “We don’t have to,” he says, his voice slightly strained almost as if he can read my thoughts.

  “I know.” I breathe out and walk to him, slamming into him as I close the space between us. My hands directing to the back of his neck, I stand on the tips of my toes, his mouth falling to mine. Kissing him, licking his lips, I nip his bottom lip. Feeling one of his huge hands cup the side of my head, his fingers tangle into my hair while his other hand is on the small of my back. His fingers dig deep into my skin pressing my body into his, hard and punishing. He takes control of everything as he pins my body against the wall in my living room and I let him.

  “We don’t have to tonight. I meant it when I said I didn’t want to rush what we have,” he says, his voice still completely strained as his lips still touch mine. Feeling his breath on my lips, his taste in my mouth I feel like I’m going crazy. I want more. I want to go there. The air around us is heavy in our lust filled fog. I lick my lips at the thoughts racing through my head of what we are about to do.

  “We’re not rushing… Mike it’s been months.”

  “Baby…” he whispers against my lips almost as if he is torn.

  “Mike… I have wanted you so bad for so long. Please… “ I start to plead with him. I want him so badly. There’s an emptiness that I want and need him to fill and I am not above begging if I have to.

  Mike

  “Mike… I have wanted you so bad for so long. Please,” her sweet voice begging as her lips touch mine, her body pinned between mine and the wall.

  That was it for me. The need in her voice, begging, it broke whatever fucking self control I had been holding onto. I was at the point of no return now.

  Pinning her to the wall, I put my leg between hers so she won’t move. My hands move to the hem of her shirt, and then to her waistband, unbuttoning and unzipping her clothes in a blur of colors and motions as they fly around us.

  She’s giving me another chance. When she had opened the door, searching for her keys, just as I was about to knock on the door, my heart doubled the speed it had already been pounding at. She could have easily made me grovel and beg, many other women would have done just that. Played games to get the upper hand. But not her. Not Sabrina. My girl always let me know exactly where I stood with her.

  Now my hands are on either side of her face holding her tight, tilting her so that I can taste her, drink from her. Fuck I can’t get enough of her. My tongue traces her pouty lower lip. My hands move into her soft hair, tangling them in her hair. I move my mouth to her jaw and then to her neck. She tilts it to give me better access to her sweet skin. She tastes incredible. A taste that is indescribable and completely unique to only her. Her fingertips dig into my chest slightly, almost like she is afraid I will push her away. She is unbuttoning my shirt as my mouth tastes the skin on her neck and collarbone. Sinfully sweet sounds escape her mouth.

  She tugs at the belt on my pants and I leave the sweet skin I had been tasting and devouring to pull the small foil packet from my wallet.

  “Let me,” she says, her voice raspy and thick with need. Catching me off guard she takes the condom and kneels in front of me.

  I look down at her and damn if it isn’t a fucking sight to behold. She’s naked on her knees in front of me. Her dark eyes catch mine as they glitter with mischief. I almost fall back when I feel her soft, warm small hand hold my balls and her wet tongue touch the base of my cock. She licks my shaft painfully slow in a beautiful torturing way. My balls ache. My dick feels like it’s going to explode. She gets to the mushroom tip, taking me into her mouth and I am sure she is going to kill me. She is sucking and licking my dick like a fucking genius. I’m not sure how much more I can handle. Thankfully she stops and smiles up at me as she covers me w. Her eyes are hu
ngry and smiling. The second I feel the condom rolled up my shaft I pull her back up, and push her hard against the wall.

  Kissing her, my hands travel down her silky skin, grazing the outside skin of her breasts that are heavy and warm. Squeezing them then pinching her nipples, I love the sweet sounds that come from her mouth, surprised at how my brave girl curses when she is turned on. I enjoy the fact that she has a dirty mouth. Bringing one hand down I travel and explore lower, all the way until I find that warm tight piece of Heaven on Earth. When my hand found it, I leaned my forehead into hers and groaned, feeling my erection straining even more against my slacks.

  She is fucking soaked. More than soaked she’s drenched. For me.

  “Fuck baby. You are so wet. God I can fucking smell how bad you want it…”I growl into her ear. Her heat and wetness wrap around one of my fingers. The pad of my thumb lightly grazes her clit as she bucks into me.

  “Mike…” she pants as she squirms trying to get my finger to go into her wet slit.

  “Is this for me baby? Hmm?” I say into her ear as she throws her head back to the wall. I should fucking take her to her bed, but I don’t think I can wait until then. I don’t even think I can wait to take her to the couch.

  “Are you fucking drenched for me baby? Tell me, tell me who makes you this fucking needy…” My voice is deep. Every muscle in my body feels strained as if it’s stretched to the limit in tension and needs a release.

  “Yes …Oh God yes Mike… it’s all you for you…” she breathlessly pants as I work my fingers. “Mike! Please baby I need you to fuck me… shit that feels so good baby,” she pants and I am pretty sure I have tortured both of us enough. I lift her up with my other arm, her legs wrapping around me. Taking my fingers out of her, I center my cock at her sweet opening.

  “Tell me you are sure baby…” I say having no idea where the self control I am somehow showing came from.

  “Mike…” She holds onto the sides of my face, her eyes wide open like milk chocolate melting, her sweet breath tickling my lips.

  “Tell me!” I growl, lifting her slightly away, hearing her whimper.

  “I’m sure. Mike… please” she pants as I tease her entrance with my tip. Her opening is so fucking hot and slicked up wet, I have no idea how I am holding back and teasing her. I’m painfully hard and need to bury myself in her. I need to find the release I will surely find once I am in her, but I want… shit I need to make sure to make it good for her.

  “Mike please!”, she begs and I sink into her wetness in one long stroke and I hear her gasp even with the slight buzzing going through my own ears and the furious pounding of my own heart. She is so fucking tight, her pussy covers my dick like a damn glove. I hold still for a moment. Her forehead on mine and I catch her slightly wince. Her beautiful face looks like it is almost in pain.

  “Sabrina… shit baby… you okay?” I ask worried I’ve hurt her.

  “Mike… please… move for me. I need… God you feel so damn good!” she says incoherently against my lips.

  “Did I hurt you?” I ask and she opens her eyes, and what I see almost takes me to my knees.

  ***

  Sabrina

  If he doesn’t move I’m going to kill him.

  “You feel so fucking good, please Mike… stop teasing.” I beg. He fills me like I’ve never been filled before. He’s long and thick and so damn hard. I can feel my own slickness against my thighs. I tighten my hold around his waist, feeling him go in a little more.

  “Fuck,” he growls. Somehow he moves us to the couch placing us down. My body sinks into the couch, his body never separating from mine. He rolls his hips into me and I moan. He feels so fucking good I can hardly think of anything else.

  “Mike please don’t stop… I need…”

  “I know… I’ll get you there. Fuck you are so tight. I dont want to hurt you baby…”

  “You aren’t. You feel so damn good,” I pant as he works himself in and out of my body in a slow but steady pace. I know he is trying to make it good for me, but I am so damn close. He lit me up fast and bright and I am so ready to go to the edge it is is ridiculously embarrassing. Between the fact that I haven’t had sex in almost four years and the endless months of teasing one another, my body is giving in quick and fast.

  “Faster please…”

  “Shit baby…” he groans kissing me hard, almost punishing.

  His pace starts to speed up. The sound of our bodies connecting, my wetness making sloppy sounds, our breathing labored echoing in my ears, buzzing and tightness throughout my body. I am so close. I am so wound up I don’t even notice how one of his hands move from my face to where our bodies connect. The pad of his fingertip rubs my clit sending me higher and higher as he pounds into me.

  “Let go Sabrina…. Fuck… I don’t think I can…” That’s the last thing my mind was able to process. Wave after wave of pleasure broke through my body. My hands dig into his shoulders, his name on my lips sounds breathy almost like a whimper, barely able to breathe. I see fireworks and bright lights from under my closed eyelids.

  I faintly hear him curse and mumble words I can’t make out and his strong body slightly slumps into mine. Opening my eyes to see his head on my chest, my hand goes to the back of his neck to rub his slightly damp hair. We have both worked up a sweat between the heat in the room and the heat we created, and I smile. I feel him take a deep breath and lift his head as he slips out of my body. His usually pale blue eyes look like a warmer blue, like the color of a pretty ocean picture. He smiles and his lips go to mine, kissing me softly.

  “Let me go take care of this, okay?” He says and I nod. I watch him leave to the guest bathroom and I grab the red throw blanket on the couch to cover up with. My eyes are heavy with sleep and my body is sated. I try to keep my eyes open but horribly fail.

  ***

  Mike

  Splashing cold water on my face to cool me down I look at myself in the mirror. I can’t help the smile plastered on my fucking face. I walk back to the living room. She is laying there, slightly covered up in a red throw blanket, her soft pale skin standing out from the darkness of her couch and the brightness of the throw. She’s incredibly beautiful and she’s giving me a chance. I go over to her and lift her up with the throw. Her eyes open, sparkling bright as a sleepy smile falls over her face.

  “Hey,” she whispers looking at me. I could tell the moment she realized I am walking and carrying her as she raises an eyebrow questioningly.

  “Taking us to bed baby,” I say and she nods burying her face into the crook of my neck. I love the fact that she doesn’t fight me on carrying her. She breathes in deeply and I can feel her smiling against my skin.

  “I like the way you smell Mike,” she says softly, her breath tickling my chest and I laugh. I like how she doesn’t complicate things, how easy it is to be with her. I more than like it, but I’m not going to go there, not right now.

  Once we settled into her bed, her warm body tucked into mine at my side, her arm draped over my stomach, both our bodies completely naked; everything felt right. Stroking her hair, I like the feel of her body fully relaxed next to mine, her breathing even and slow. I kiss the top of her head, breathing in the light coconut scent from her shampoo. A slight tinge of guilt hits me about how rough and fast I had been our first time together.

  “Stop thinking” she mumbles sleepily against my chest and I look down at her.

  Her eyes are closed, her dark lashes fanning out. Her cheeks are still slightly flushed and her dark long hair falls in soft waves over her shoulder.

  “I was just…”

  “Worried?” she asks finishing my sentence almost as if she can read my thoughts. Her eyes are still closed, but there’s a smile on her lips. “I’m not made of glass. I loved everything about downstairs,” she says opening her eyes, slightly hooded but I can see her smiling.

  “Still though, I should have…”

  “It was hot.” she says sitting up, smiling up at
me, her eyes bright and happy and her skin flushed pink. I lean into kiss her, and somehow we get tangled up in one another instead of in the sheets.

  Sabrina

  It was now Monday, the beginning of the work week and all I could do was stare out the window with a cheesy smile on my face. Every step I took I was reminded of the beautiful weekend we had enjoyed. I was deliciously sore from having spent all of Saturday in bed with Mike.

  Saturday morning he had brought me coffee in bed and we snacked on chopped fruit feeding it to one another with our fingers in bed, afterwards lying there holding hands tracing one anothers’ body with our fingertips, talking about everything that had come to light. Not in a way of rehashing it all, but more of a reflection of what had happened. I could tell he truly had hated lying to me. Afterwards we ordered take out. He left quickly to get it and returned only to let the chinese food get cold because we got tangled up with one another so completely we both were starving by the time we were done. Kissing and touching one another in such an insatiable way, I wondered if we would tire of it.

  ***

  Sunday morning came too fast and we went to pick up the kids from Emmi’s house and had taken them out to breakfast.

  Our food had just arrived to the table and the kids had started to dig into their food and Mike had gotten quiet his hand going under the table to hold mine. He squeezed it gently and looked at me, then clearing his throat, the kids looked up at him.

  “Umm I wanted to talk to you guys about something.” I raised an eyebrow at him, tilting my head in his direction noticing the kids were staring at him.

  “What’s up Mike?” Mark asked and I could tell he was trying really hard not to smile. Everyone saw Mark as this quiet observant kid, which he really was, but he was also a huge prankster.