Corrupt Love

by Cee Perkins

  “Your hands feel good on me,” I mumbled.

  “Your arms feel great around me,” she replied. I let my fingers sift through her silky mane and breathed her in. Content and satisfied, I drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter 17

  Dan

  The sun was baking across my back as I awoke in Corra’s bed. I could feel her bare skin against mine as I spooned her. My penis (sigh) was hard against her butt, and with each breath, her lower back rubbed against my lower abs and I don’t know that I’d ever felt anything that good. Well...yet, anyway. I simply lay with her in my arms, quietly absorbing her warmth, her feel. Then I had to...piss.

  Erm...yeah, I was never going to be able to use profanity in any cool-sounding way. I was just too uncomfortable.

  I slid out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom and did what I needed. I hoped I’d be able to just slide back into place, but she’d moved. I got into bed and lay back on my side, draping an arm across her torso. That worked.

  “Mm,” she mumbled, waking. “I’m glad you’re still here.”

  “You’re holding my underwear hostage,” I teased.

  She giggled. “True.”

  I leaned over to kiss her temple. “I’d still be here anyway.”

  Her sleepy smile eased my mind. I’d chosen correctly when I decided to stay last night. I was trying to focus on the here and now and not let my anxiety take over. It was ok that I was still lying in bed, not moving to take a shower and put on clean clothes and start my Saturday cleaning. I fought hard not to think about not having brushed my teeth.

  I was glad then that we didn’t get any further than we did last night. In the bright light of day, the knowledge that I would have had someone else’s mouth in private places was scary. Even though I would have worn a condom (that, in itself, a panic-inducing thought), I still would have been inside someone else.

  That stopped everything. It wouldn’t have been just anyone, though. I would have been inside Corra. And suddenly, the fist of panic on my chest eased, just a little. Then I forgot about it altogether because arousal took over at the thought of being that close to her. Could I really do it? Could I have sex with her? Would my anxious mind let me?

  I was hit with the urgent need to find out. My body seemed to act of its own accord as my hands reached for Corra, pulling her to me, then I leaned down to her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise, and I hesitated, so close to her lips I could feel her breath on my lips. Then, I closed the distance and kissed her. It quickly turned heated and I moved on top of her, aligning us, nothing separating us this time. Instinct took over and my hips dipped down, slipping my cock (yay!) through her folds and over her clit. Corra cried out, her voice raspy from desire. She was so slick that slipping back through was impossible. She arched up into me. Her nails scraped down my back but I didn’t register the sting. My entire nervous system had moved into my dick and when her hands reached my butt and she pulled me closer, tighter into her wet folds, I made a guttural sound that I didn’t recognize.

  Needing a breath, I backed up from her lips only to make my way down the column of her neck, letting my teeth scrape against her. My hips rolled again and she gripped my butt harder, letting out a harsh breath. Her breasts rubbed against my chest and I felt myself starting to drip. How was that even possible?

  Staying in the moment with her was effortless, even as it registered that her juices were covering my cock all the way up to the top of my pelvis. I could only feel, my senses overloaded with the softness and heat of her body, the scent of her arousal mixed with mine, the sound of her breathless gasps, the taste of her sweet skin, the sight of her slack mouth and bright eyes boring into mine.

  “Condom,” I forced out.

  “Are you sure?” she asked. I loved that about her— even as far gone as we were, she wanted to make sure she wasn’t pushing me.

  “1000%. Where are they?”

  “Drawer,” she pointed to the bedside table as I leaned up and over to open the drawer. Of course, my Corra didn’t do anything by half, so the entire drawer was filled with single condoms. It was just the thing I needed in order to be able to pull myself back and not lose it too soon, like I did last night. I chuckled as I grabbed one out of the drawer and looked back at Corra. She just shrugged and said, “Always be prepared.”

  I tossed my head back and laughed, then leaned down to take her mouth again. And then, another embarrassing thought occurred. “Um...I uh...I haven’t put one of these on since middle school...and it was on a banana,” I said sheepishly.

  “I bet that was one jealous banana though, if it saw what you were packing,” she said with a wink, taking the package and flipping us over. Corra loomed over me, giving me an unobstructed view of her beautiful form. Her breasts had swollen red nipples, her skin flushed pink.

  I was ripped from my admiration when she touched my dick and started rolling the condom down. I couldn’t help but groan, my eyes rolling back. Corra giggled.

  “Hold on there, tiger. That’s just phase one,” she said, then rose up on her knees and positioned herself over me. She gripped the base of my dick to hold it up straight as she lowered onto me. Even through the thin material of the condom, I could feel her slick, hot vagina surround me inch by slow inch. When I was all the way in and her clit connected with my pelvis, she paused, clenching around me and shuddering.

  “Holy fuck,” she breathed, “I’m coming just from you getting in there!” Her voice was hoarse and she was panting harshly. God, she was sexy. Her eyes opened and she smiled down at me. “You didn’t even have to fucking move and you made me come.”

  My head was too busy spinning at the feel of her pulsing on my dick for me to be able to respond. Then...oh, then she began to move. Slowly, sliding up and down my erection. My arms flew up to grip her hips hard, my legs tense, my body jerking involuntarily. I heard a deep hiss, then a harsh breath, and realized it was me. I was making these noises that sounded inhuman, animalistic, as I dragged Corra’s body up and down my dick. Ohmygod this was amazing. Amazing didn’t even adequately describe how it felt to have Corra over me, riding me, her hands gripping my wrists as she hung on, writhing uncontrollably, her head thrown back. In no time, I felt a tide of heat and pleasure rolling throughout my body, seemingly speeding the very blood through my veins. I rolled my hips off the bed, pulling her tighter onto me, then sat up to reach her lips.

  Her arms came around my head, and she started meeting me thrust for thrust. I forced my eyes open to watch her. Her breasts rubbed against me again, her gasps of pleasure reaching me all the way to my testicles. Her eyes were hooded, but open, watching me watch her. She sped her rocking, shivers wracking her, then she tensed and moaned again, and I felt the clenching on my dick again and this time, I couldn’t hold back. I came hard, my semen filling the condom as I called Corra’s name and let the tingling overwhelm me. I collapsed back onto the bed, Corra following me down and landing hard on my chest. We were both breathless, panting, with a thin sheen of sweat on our bodies and me with...what exactly was that dripping onto me.?

  Groaning, Corra said, “That has never happened to me.”

  “What?”

  She turned her head so her chin was on my chest and she could look into my eyes. “I gushed.”

  “Huh?” I asked, my brain not fully online yet.

  “When women come, it might get a little wetter. For some, they come so hard that ‘little’ turns into ‘a lot’ and they end up with...a puddle,” she said, sitting up and sliding off. Sure enough, there was a puddle on my pelvis.

  “To be fair, I came so much I’m starting to leak,” I said, blushing hard.

  “God, Dan, you…” she trailed off, her eyes sliding shut as shivers ran down her body again.

  Was that bad? Are women supposed to shiver like that?

  Her eyes opened again, and I saw desire there again. Yes, it’s good. I decided. I smiled at her and reached up to run my hand over her hair. “Samesies.”

  Co
rra

  That was certainly worth waiting for.

  Dan didn’t seem too freaked out afterward, but I let him get a shower first, alone (despite the inexplicable pull toward being in the shower with him) to give him time to gather himself. I knew that was a huge step for him and I am...holy fuck, I am honored that he gave that to me. What. The actual. Fuck.

  Pre-Dan Corra didn’t give a flying dog’s ass if a man was taking a big step with me. But during-Dan Corra was thrilled to get all of Dan’s first. I’d get to give him his first blow job. I’d be his first ass. He’d fuck my tits before anyone else got to see his beautiful cock. The thought was titillating.

  I heard the water shut off, and I knew Dan was naked in there, dripping wet, possibly with steam curling off that hot body. Then, shit, I was dripping wet.

  The bathroom door opened and Dan walked out with a towel around his waist and a smile on his lips. “Underwear?” he asked.

  From my spot on the bed, I raised my arm and twirled the clean boxer briefs around my finger with a grin. “Come ‘n’ get ‘em, big boy.”

  He tossed his head back with a laugh, then launched himself onto the bed. He was so different than the nervous, panic-ridden man I’d met a month ago. I loved seeing this version of him— he was lighter, his eyes twinkled, his laugh came easier. He was playful. I loved it.

  Laughing, he blew raspberries on the side of my neck and snatched his underwear. He sat up and let the towel fall so he could put on his underwear. He looked around for his jeans, pulling them up next as I lay in bed and just watched him. It wasn’t as fun to watch him put the clothes back on as it was to watch them come off. Such is life, I guess. “Breakfast?” I asked, sitting up.

  He looked up with another easy smile. “Sure.”

  I started for my bedroom door when I heard my front door slam. The only one who could get in without a buzz from the doorman was Cay, so I wasn’t surprised when I heard the “Hey, bitch” she always yelled through my apartment.

  However, the thing that came out of her mouth next shocked me and tilted my whole world on its axis.

  “The hit you did last night ruined my sex!” She screamed.

  I froze in the doorway, helplessly watching as Dan heard, processed, and understood what Cay said.

  “Thanks to you, Ryan had to go to the fucking crime scene!” She was still yelling. Why was she still yelling? “Corra!”

  Abruptly, I was able to move, and I sprinted into the living room and tackled her, slapping my hand over her mouth even as I felt my face crumple with impending tears. Confusion crossed her face until she saw behind me. Then her eyes went back to mine, remorse filling them.

  “Corra. What is she talking about?”

  I deflated completely, forehead connecting to the floor.

  “Did you kill someone last night?” I heard the disbelief and incredulity in his voice, then. “Oh my god, I have to get out of here!” And quick footsteps toward the door.

  Cay jumped up and blocked his way, “No, it’s not what—”

  “Don’t insult me, Cay. I heard you. Please move out of my way,” he said, fear and were those tears in his voice?

  “Dan, no, I— ohmygod, please don’t say anything! You don’t under—”

  I’d never heard Dan yell. Until that moment.

  “Don’t fucking tell me I don’t understand! You just said Corra hit someone last night! Get out of my way!”.

  Still in my position on the floor, face down, I listened while everything I never knew I wanted blasted apart with the scuffle, then the door slamming.

  No. I couldn’t lose him.

  “Oh my god, Corra, I’m so sorry! I never expected—” Her words were cut off when she realized I was sobbing into the carpet. I felt her kneel next to me and put her hand on my shoulder.

  “Don’t fucking touch me.” I growled at her. “Get the fuck out of my house and don’t let me lay eyes on you again.”

  Her soft sniffle was the only indication she heard me, until. “I won’t ever be able to tell you how much I’m sorry I did that.” Then she, too, left my life.

  Chapter 18

  Dan

  My gut instinct was to go straight to Ryan. Corra was a murderer. And the way Cay spoke was like that hadn’t been the only time, and she’d been...paid. My girlfriend was a hitman.

  My girlfriend. My mind flashed to Corra, last night, eyes closed as she pulled me close and kissed me. This morning with the sun shining through her hair. Her smile. Her skin, her scent, her laugh, her walk, her patience, her openness.

  Nausea roiled in my stomach and I had to stop next to my car to retch. My mind just couldn’t put the two things together. Corra, shooting someone, simply does not mesh with Corra, hugging me close with her head on my chest. My vision blurred and I couldn’t breathe.

  This wasn’t fair. I spent my whole life separating myself so that my heart would be safe so that my body would be safe. Corra had my heart and I’d given her my body...and Corra was a murderer. That’s what Cay said, right? The hit you did last night ruined my sex...Thanks to you, Ryan had to go to the crime scene. This wasn’t fair. How is it possible that I gave my heart to the one person in my entire orbit that literally could kill me? This wasn’t fair!

  A timid knock on my window startled me back to the present. Cay stood outside my window, eyes red and tears rolling down her face. Hesitantly, fearfully, I cracked my window.

  “Dan, I...I can’t even begin to tell you how badly I’ve fucked up. I didn’t know you were there and...I know that doesn’t change what you heard but if you are going to tell Ryan can you just...wait a couple of hours? I know I don’t have any right to ask it of you—”

  “Are you really a debt collector?”

  Cay’s mouth snapped shut. Then, she took a deep breath and said, “Yes, but not over the phone.”

  I was stunned. Not only did she just rat herself out, but she was someone else dangerous. This wasn’t fair! And now I was in the position of having to go to the police with what I knew and tell them my girlfriend was an assassin.

  Oh god, was that why she was outside my work building the day Jason died? Did she kill him? My car started closing in around me, sweat pouring off me and drenching my shirt. My breaths were short and I couldn’t feel my fingers anymore.

  “Dan! Dan, come on, look at me,” Cay was yelling and banging on my window. “Dan! Come on, Dan, breathe in slowly.”

  I tried to concentrate on her directions, breathing purposefully before I realized...Cay was dangerous, too. Shaking my head, I started my car, mumbling, “No. No, I have to get out of here. I need...I need to go to Ryan…” Somehow, I got my car started through the shaking, and put it in gear.

  “Dan, no! You can’t drive right now! Please, just calm down first. Dan? Dan!” I could hear her, but without a backward glance, I sped away from Cay, terror rolling through my bones— just like the pleasure did this morning with Corra on top of me. Ohmygod what was I going to do? The thought of turning her in made me sick. The thought of not turning her in made me feel like I was condoning it. The memory of the pleasure from this morning filtered back in, putting my heart and my body at war with my mind. I just couldn’t shake it, and neither side was winning.

  Corra

  I didn’t know how long I lay on my floor, tears soaking into the carpet. I heard my front door open, but I was still frozen in place. I knew it wouldn’t be Dan, his morality wouldn’t allow him to come back. Hell, he was probably at the police station right now, telling Ryan he knew who killed the vic last night. I knew Ryan would be coming for me.

  Just not at this moment.

  I heard Sarah sigh and felt her kneel, brushing my hair from my sticky, wet face. I felt Salty’s heavy steps vibrating through the floor. But I still couldn’t move.

  “Corra...you’ve got to get out of here.” Salty’s deep voice broke the silence.

  “Salty, not right now, ok?” Sarah whispered harshly.

  “Sarah, if she doesn’t hightail her as
s out of here, she’s going down! Cay snitched!” Salty’s outrage was obvious.

  “She can’t even move, Salty,” Sarah whispered.

  I heard Salty sigh and I could picture him running his hands through his hair. Still, I couldn’t do anything but lay there and cry. After a moment, Salty moved down the hallway.

  “C’mon Corra, honey, sit up for me,” Sarah begged. Again, I just lay there.

  “He’s right, though, Corra, you’ve got to leave.” Silence from me.

  I felt her hand over my hair, and I finally took a deep breath. I could hear Salty moving around deeper in the apartment, probably throwing some things together. “I’m not leaving,” I said, throat still tight with tears.

  Sarah gasped. “Corra, you’ll go to prison.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “Well, I do,” Salty said from the hall entrance. He dropped a bag and turned back down the hall.

  “I’m not leaving,” I repeated hoarsely.

  “Corra—” Sarah started, only to be interrupted by Salty.

  “You fucking are fucking leaving if I have to goddamn drag you out of here. You’re not going down because your fucking air-headed best friend can’t keep her fucking fat mouth shut! Get the fuck up, Corra!”

  “No.” I knew what Salty was about to do before he moved, but I didn’t stop him. Maybe...maybe if I stayed completely still, time could rewind itself. Maybe...maybe I wouldn’t lose the man I loved if I didn’t move. But Salty had other plans.

  His big hands gripped my waist and he started to pick me up.

  “No!” I started kicking, screaming, scratching, fighting back with everything in me.

  “Goddammit Corra! Stop!” Salty yelled.

  “Corra, please!” Sarah begged again.

  I kept kicking and screaming “No!” at the top of my lungs. I wasn’t leaving. I wasn’t leaving the last place I had Dan, where I saw his smile, inhaled his scent, felt his muscles working over me, where I tasted his sweet skin, where I heard his velvety voice lost in lust. No one could make me leave.