Erik's Absolution

by Kristine Allen

  “Are you serious?” I giggled. It was impossible not to laugh a little at his comparison. He just grinned and nipped my neck.

  Those broad hands left my hair to cup my ass. Hoisting me up, he pulled me tight against his rock-hard erection so I obliged by wrapping my legs tight around his hips. My ass was then pressed against the wall so he could free a hand to open the door. The door he then kicked shut as he kept walking and entered his bedroom. With a growl, we both fell to the bed with his forearms holding him up to keep him from crushing me.

  Words became nonexistent as our hands grasped and pulled at each other’s clothing. Our lips slammed together and it was nothing but a thrashing of tongues, biting, sucking, nipping for dominance. There was no winner, though. Just frenzied lust.

  Once we were both naked as the day we were born, he flipped me to my belly and pushed my mane of hair to the side. Whimpers snuck from deep inside me as he licked and nipped his way across my shoulders and trailed down my spine. When he reached my ass, he grasped each cheek in his hands and squeezed before biting first one cheek then the other.

  Warmth and wetness flooded to the juncture of my thighs, even though I shouted a startled, “Hey!” when his teeth had closed on my ass cheeks.

  “Shh! Don’t make me spank this perfect ass. Though I would love to see my hand print painted on your beautiful, creamy skin. Besides, you obviously didn’t mind too much.” His hand had dipped between my thighs, where a single finger had then slid through the moisture and along my slit. “Unless your body lies, and I very much doubt that.” Gathering my cream on his finger he reached farther down to circle my clit, causing me to turn and bite the comforter under my cheek. My back arched and my ass raised to tip my sex closer to him. Better access and all….

  “You want me, don’t you? Have you been thinking about this? About the things I did to you last time?” My head nodded yes, my cheek sliding along the smooth surface of the fabric under my head. He groaned and whispered in my ear as he clutched my hair in a fist. “The things I could do to you… fuck. Too bad I need to bury my cock in that wet pussy right-fucking now.”

  The tell-tale rustling of the condom wrapper told me he would be filling me soon, and my heart raced in anticipation. His fingers gripped my ass cheeks again, lifting and tipping my hips before I felt the nudge of his broad head against my opening. Ever so freaking slowly, he pushed farther in—inch by inch until he was buried deep within me. In a flash, he had scooped my ass up until I was on my knees, his palm splayed on my back, keeping my chest and head to the bed. Slowly, that hand feathered along my skin until he grasped my heated skin.

  “Oh God. Yessss.” Was the only intelligible thing that left my mouth after he began to thrust in then push my hips away. The rest was gibberish brought on by the spectacular feeling of his thick member stretching me with each powerful plunge forward. With each drive into me, he pulled my ass toward him, causing his cock to slam so deep, his balls pressed against my clit. The movements combined, sent me into sensory overload.

  The familiar tightening of every muscle in my body began to creep in and suddenly ecstasy in the form of the best orgasm of my life burst through my core, spreading to my fingertips and toes, and causing my sheath to pulse and clench tightly around his thickness.

  “Jesus. Fuuuuuuuuck!” exploded from his mouth as he pulled me tight to his hips and pressed deep within me. Floating in the aftermath of my climax, which was prolonged by the steady throb of his cock, I was nothing but a pile of satiated, boneless blob. He made a few shallow pushes in and out and I whimpered in pleasure.

  Rolling us to our sides, his sculpted arms drew me tight to his body which wrapped around mine like a glove. His warm length spooned behind me, and his arm cradling me against him must have lulled me into a brief snooze, because I reluctantly opened my eyes to him climbing back in bed after, I assumed, disposing of the condom.

  Hot breath and the slide of his tongue along my shoulder, proceeded his teeth closing on the corded section of my shoulder. “Mmmmmm. Stop or you’re going to have to give me a repeat.”

  His soft chuckle against my ear sent shivers down my spine and arms. “Insatiable wench. You staying with me tonight?”

  “Mmmmm. Yeah, because I don’t think I’d be safe to drive. Can you be drunk on sex alone? ‘Cause I think I am.” Laughter along my spine and the tug of the covers from under my limp body were all my scrambled brain grasped, before the covers slid over the top of me and his warm skin pressed to mine, again.

  His heartbeat aligned where his front snuggled against my back, and the two beating in unison were my lullaby and the last thing that I remembered before deep sleep dragged me under.

  “The Drug In Me Is You”—Falling In Reverse

  WE’D STARTED A BLAZING fire we couldn’t contain. Indubitably, she was my drug of choice, and my body craved her like no other. We were ridiculous. Sneaking off every chance we got, like hormone-crazed teenagers. Sex consumed us, and we were insatiable. At the club, in the staff bathroom. In the office. In her car—and let me tell you that took contortionist-like feats to fold my big ass in there and leave room for her to straddle my lap. In my car. On my bike in my garage—I’ll never look at my tank the same again. You name it, and we christened it.

  Ask me if I cared. Because I can promise you, I didn’t give a flying fuck where we were, but she drew the line at anywhere too public. Because I didn’t want to risk her telling me no, I acquiesced.

  There was a fine line I was walking with her. My heart was starting to defrost and I could feel my addiction reaching astronomic proportions. If I wasn’t at the club or working, I was trying to squeeze in time to bury myself in the paradise of her thighs. Between my shit, her school and her work, it was never enough.

  I was fast on my way to being well and truly pussy-whipped. So when Joker and Hollywood confronted me, I knew I had to end whatever we were doing before I was in too deep I couldn’t pull back.

  “What are you doing, bro?” Joker was talking to me but fucking with one of his e-cigarettes.

  “Huh? I’m working on updating the club’s security system.” My words were spoken as if I was carefully talking to a child or someone on the verge of becoming unhinged. The question had caught me off-guard, and I didn’t know what he was asking.

  “Kassi.” Just the sound of her name had my stomach in knots and my heart thudding. His light grey eyes lifted to bore into mine. He had a soft spot for her and I had to admit, sometimes it had me feeling a little jealous wondering if he wanted her for himself. Another clue I was in over my head with her.

  “Man, what the fuck are you talking about?” Trying for ignorance in an attempt to stall, I returned my gaze to my computer screens. The familiar feel of the keys under my fingertips, calmed me immediately.

  Hollywood stood up from the chair in my room and stepped toward me. Cocking his head to the side, he narrowed his eyes at me. “Don’t be stupid, everyone knows you’ve been banging like rabbits. What I don’t understand is why you’re keeping her at arm’s length. We know you, so don’t deny it.” My temper was beginning to flare because I knew he was right, and it pissed me off.

  “So what if we’re two consenting adults who like having sex with each other? What’s the fucking problem with that?” My words and tone were harsh and I knew it, but I didn’t like being called out.

  “Hey, amigo, easy. The fucking problem with that, is you bring her to your house. You spend the night with her. You never do that with any of the women I’ve ever known you to be with, and the number is low. Don’t understand that either, but to each his own. My question is more about if Kassi knows this will never be more than fucking. Or are you finally going to admit you want more?” Joker’s expression was a direct contrast to his road name as he stared me down.

  “You know I don’t want more, and you know why. Yes, she’s okay with it—we agreed on no strings from the start. But I’m getting bored anyway, and I was actually planning to end this shit soon.” The li
e churned and roiled in my guts, stirring nausea and anger within me. “Now if you’re through, I have shit to do.” Anger thrust me out of my chair and had me storming to my bike. With a growl of my pipes, I took off out of the parking lot on squealing tires and bone deep fury.

  The thought of never touching her again, of her moving on to another man, was eating my insides like battery acid. My heart screamed she was mine, but my brain shut down that traitorous organ and closed the door on it. For once, the wind on my face and asphalt racing under my tires did nothing to alleviate my aggravation.

  “All Downhill From Here”—New Found Glory

  IT HAD BEEN A few weeks since the last time I had gone home with Hacker, and he had made no further attempts to contact me or talk to me, even though he was there for my every shift. A few times I had caught him watching my routine with a blatant hunger in his gaze, but usually, it seemed he was ignoring me. He didn’t read my text messages, as they all went unread, so I quit because I didn’t want to seem needy and weird. It was strange, though, because we had been fucking like rabbits every chance we had, then suddenly… nothing. No explanation, no fuck you… nothing. Just nothing.

  Now, weeks later, he was still here and still hadn’t approached me or contacted me. I couldn’t lie and say it didn’t hurt. Wasn’t that what I wanted though? No strings. Innumerable nights of awesome, amazing sex without pressure or commitment? Even better than a one night stand. Right?

  That was one of the reasons I gave myself for why I didn’t sleep with any of the customers or club members; I knew it wouldn’t mean anything to them but a quick and easy fuck because they classified all the strippers as whores. Even though that was exactly what I had told him I was willing to do—meaningless sex. The other was because I didn’t need the complication of a relationship thrown on top of all my life stress. So now, even though I knew a relationship was the last thing I needed, I was actually upset because I thought for a moment he was different and maybe I could make a commitment work for the right guy, but deep down I had known better. It made me feel used and dirty.

  What pissed me off even more was, since that night, like a complete fool, I had danced every dance for him. My damn inner slut was correct on that matter. Every night I worked also left me feeling like I needed to scrub the filth and shame off my skin like it was a slimy coating. The leers and vulgar comments from the men who watched me repulsed me more now than ever. It was becoming harder and harder to separate myself and tolerate what I was doing.

  But I was finally in my last semester of nursing school, and Matt’s senior year of high school was well underway. The light was starting to twinkle at the end of the tunnel, so I pushed on and kept moving.

  It was just a job, I told myself each day I walked through the door to work. One I would only have to do for a few more weeks, God willing. Okay, it was technically a little over two months since this was the beginning of October, but I was trying to think positive. After I graduated, I was hoping to get a job as a graduate nurse at the hospital until I passed my boards, and then I wouldn’t have to be here. I just didn’t know how the finances would pan out. It was hard to top what I made at the Shamrock. Which sucked. If I had to, I would keep working there until I passed my boards, though that was the last thing I wanted to do.

  As I took the stage and heard the beginning notes of “Boss’s Daughter” by Pop Evil fill the room, I couldn’t help but notice he was there in his regular spot, like every night. I almost hated him for being able to fuck me and forget me, because I sure hadn’t been able to move on as easily. Asshole.

  Hell, I didn’t know why I was mad. Like I said, we both agreed we didn’t want anything further than that night. Too bad I couldn’t seem to stick to my convictions when he obviously could. Unfortunately, my heart had clung to the “next time” he let slip that night. He made me want more… with him. I cursed myself for being five types of fool.

  Deep breath and concentrate…

  When it was time for my final routine of the night, I couldn’t resist peeking out front. Of course, the asshole was still there. It was as if his sole purpose in life was to drive me crazy. He had me shaking I was so pissed at him. It was stupid, I knew, but it wasn’t fair.

  Closing my eyes tight in an attempt to get my shit together, I clenched my teeth and continued to breath in and out as slow and deep as I could. By the time my eyes opened again and the first notes of Joi’s “Lick” started, I had Sparkle firmly in place. My routine went off without a hitch. If there was one thing I could say, I was good at what I did. Fortunately, for the money… unfortunately, for my pride.

  Every fucking time my eyes met his, he looked away, but I knew he had been watching me. As I made to exit the stage, a good-looking guy in his late twenties/early thirties called my name and handed me a single red rose with a bill rolled up and stuck in the center. This was the third time he had done this, and I smiled as I thanked him, taking no lengthy notice of his interest. Never again. Nope. Should have stuck to my rules weeks ago, and I would be a lot better off.

  When I slipped through the curtain to move back stage, I pulled the bill out and about shit myself. It was a hundred-dollar bill! Fuck me running! Wow. Usually it was only a ten. It almost made me feel guilty for being like that to the poor guy. Yeah, I said almost. This time, I was sticking to my guns. I grabbed a towel from the chair at my tiny station, untied the mask and patted the sweat from my face to salvage my makeup, and sat down to look in the mirror. Jesus, I looked tired. Late nights studying during the week, dancing nights on the weekend, and studying during the day was taking its toll on me.

  I’m getting closer, I reiterated to myself and sighed.

  Over the next several weeks, the same good-looking guy was there each weekend, and each time he had a rose for me with a hundred-dollar bill in it after my first performance. If the guy was loaded enough and crazy enough to tip me a hundred bucks a day, more power to him.

  I still ignored him, except for thanking him. Hacker was still holding down the stool at the table in the corner. And I was still disgusted with myself.

  The only thing different was… every time I looked at Hacker during my performances, he was openly staring at me with lust practically steaming from his pores. Of course, he never made so much as an attempt to do anything about it, and at that point, I would be more likely to knee him in the dick than do anything else with it.

  I also knew he had to have noticed my admirer. Let’s face it, the guy saw everything that happened in the club, just as his brothers in the MC did. His clenched jaw and narrowed eyes gave him away when I turned to free the snagged curtain from my costume last week. Yeah, well screw you. You had your chance, I thought to myself.

  When Spice, one of the new girls, came up to me after I exited the stage and told me I had someone, who said he was my boyfriend, waiting in the Blue Room for a dance, I was fuming. Are you fricking serious? He doesn’t talk to me for months—Damn. Months—and he thinks he can pull that shit again and call himself my boyfriend. And expect a private dance? Oh hell no. Enough was enough. Storming out of the backstage area, I was heading up there to give him a piece of my mind, and he was going to be sorry for being a presumptuous asshole.

  Angrier by the second, I stomped to the Blue Room and flung the door open. There was no one in the room, but there was a red rose on the small couch in the corner where the customer would usually sit. Was this his way of apologizing or did my admirer leave it there for me? Looking closer, the hundred-dollar bill told me it was from my admirer. So preoccupied with my anger and picking up the rose, I didn’t notice the door closing until it clicked and locked. Spinning quickly around, I was shocked to see my admirer standing there with his hands in his pockets, smiling nervously at me. Well, I wasn’t expecting that.

  “Umm, hey, I don’t do private dances. The bouncers should have told you that. I’m really sorry if there was a mix-up.” He stood staring at me for a minute before he spoke and walked closer to me. My gaze on him was
wary as I wondered what he was doing, especially since I told him I didn’t do this.

  “Sparkle, sweetheart, I know you don’t do dances for other guys. I’ve been watching you, and it pleases me that you have been saving yourself for me. But we’re different, you and I. We’re special. That’s why I’ve brought you a rose every night you’re here. I tip you generously. You never refuse my flowers or tips, so I know you feel our connection. You and I both know we have a special connection. Not like the rest of those heathens out there.” Holy shit. Was this guy for real? Who would’ve guessed a good-looking guy like him would be nuts and this desperate for a woman.

  “Uh, yeah, about that, I dance here and people tip me. It’s what they do. It doesn’t mean anything. You realize that, right?” He was insane if he thought my accepting his tips or his flowers gave him special privileges or made us a couple. My heart raced nervously as he was seriously in my personal space by this time, and I placed a hand out in front of me to keep him from getting any closer, but he just walked into it and kept walking until I was cornered against the wall.

  “I love you, and I know you love me. You don’t have to pretend like we’re strangers anymore. I know you were trying to keep everyone from knowing you are taken because you’re afraid of losing your allure as the untouchable Sparkle. But it’s okay. We’re alone here, so no one will see us.”

  No shit. He was right, we were alone. The damn door was locked, the panic button was on the opposite side of the room by the music controls, and the rooms were nearly soundproof. I needed to get to the door and get it unlocked so I could get the hell out of there. Trying to make my escape, I started to move minuscule steps sideways to get around him and to the door. That’s when the pounding started on the door. The muffled voice on the outside of the door was enough to distract him momentarily, so I made a dash around him toward the door.