Corrupt Love

by Cee Perkins

  Well, maybe he hadn’t in real life.

  Fuck, my cunt gushed even more.

  “Your pussy is so wet,” he whispered in awe.

  Dan

  Permanent Dan can say “pussy.” See? Still felt awkward on my tongue, but I barely noticed. I wondered what she’d taste like.

  I felt myself harden again and I snapped my eyes up to Corra, who was grinning while watching it grow. “Told you,” she whispered.

  Chuckling, I shook my head. “You do that to me more than you think.”

  “Good. What are ya gonna do now?” she asked.

  I glanced down to her center, then back up to her face. “I, uh…” I stalled.

  Corra sat up and put her hands around my neck. “Honesty, Dan.”

  I gulped. “I don’t think I’m ready to, um, put my face...down…there.”

  She leaned in to kiss me, then said, “Then don’t. There’s plenty else to do.”

  Panting, I nodded. “Can I...can I touch it?”

  “Please do,” she answered with glassy eyes, and spread her legs open for me to kneel between them. I looked at her, pink, wet, and swollen, and reached a finger over to drag through her folds and flick her clit. Her gasp was sharp and she shivered. Encouraged, and trying to force my mind into the present without focusing on the fact that her bodily fluids were on my fingers, I swept another finger up and felt myself dripping at the wet sound my touch made. I put my other hand on her thigh and looked at her. She was watching me through hooded eyes, and I felt myself flushing under her gaze, not from embarrassment, but from the inner heat radiating out from between my own legs. I rubbed my two fingers over her clit, and Corra’s back arched off the bed, putting her pretty breasts in the air.

  I leaned down and captured a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard like I did earlier. My free hand tightened on her thigh, and I rubbed harder, faster over her clit. Her moans filtered in my ears, the wet sound of her pleasure making me throb.

  I wanted to see what I was touching, what I was doing, so I leaned back and urged her legs wider. She sure was limber. I looked down at my fingers and watched the puddle of her juices covering my fingers as she began to writhe. With my other hand, I plunged two fingers inside her and was rewarded with another gush of her fluids as well as her hoarse scream as she came. I was so hard again, so ready to feel her clenching on that part, but I didn’t know if she’d be ok with that. Instead, I slowed my fingers until she reached down and pushed my hand off her clit. “Too much,” she mumbled, and I backed off immediately.

  Her eyes opened and she gave a sated smile. “Just my clit was too sensitive. I love your fingers in my pussy,” she said. “And I’m dying for it to be your dick.” She sat up to reach into the bedside table, but I stopped her with a hand on her hip. She looked back at me, confused.

  “No?” she asked.

  “Oh, not that. I just want to make sure I won’t...hurt you if I...go inside you right now.”

  She leaned back and shook her head with a grin, “Nope. It’ll actually hurt more if you don’t get inside me right now.”

  Chuckling, I reached to the bedside table and drew out a condom. I opened it, then looked at Corra, lying on the bed, her skin glowing in the low light of her lamp, the scent of her in the air around us. She cocked her head in question.

  Shaking my head, I said, “You just look...so beautiful like that.”

  She blushed. I made her blush.

  “Then get that condom on and fuck me. Please.”

  “Always with the Miss Manners act. I’m going to have to find ways to corrupt you,” I teased. She laughed out loud. I leaned over to kiss her as I rolled the condom down.

  I placed the tip right at her entrance and made sure to keep my eyes locked on hers as I slowly slid in. She moaned quietly as her muscles clenched around me, and I shuddered, fighting to keep my eyes open and on hers.

  “I’m...I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that.” I panted.

  “I can’t help it!” she said. “It’s not my fault you can make me come just by putting your dick in me!” She sounded so exasperated I couldn’t help but laugh. My head dropped to her chest and she giggled.

  I leaned up to kiss her again and started to slide in and out, slowly. Her giggles turned to gasps again, then into moans. I rocked into her, savoring the slide of me inside her, tasting her skin with little kisses and licks, the occasional nibble. Her hands were everywhere, as if they didn’t know where they wanted to touch the most. Her nails scraped against my scalp. “Wow, that feels good!” I said, leaning into her touch. Then they were over my shoulders, around my middle, and finally settled on my butt cheeks. Her hands pushed me into her, harder, her moans telling me the same thing. I picked up the pace, kissing her collarbone, sucking her chest, then biting on her nipple. She arched up sharply, crying out my name as she gyrated her hips against me.

  Wanting to be adventurous, I sat up and gripped her hips harder, pulling her body faster onto me. I felt her clench around me again, the pleasure slamming into me and making my head go fuzzy.

  When I came back down, I was lying on her chest and panting heavily against her nipple. She squirmed and said, “You gotta stop that.”

  I leaned up and kissed her deeply. “That was incredible,” I murmured.

  “Yeah, yeah it was. When can we do it again?”

  Chapter 31

  Corra

  Waking up in Dan’s arms was so incredible that I couldn’t put it into words. Talking to him last night about getting into the business, being totally honest about not caring who the targets were, was legitimately terrifying for me. I knew that the truth could push him to decide that I wasn’t redeemable.

  Well, I wasn’t, but I’d hoped he’d stay anyway.

  And now...well. I was a woman in love. And I’d managed it before I turned thirty.

  Oh, crap. My milestone goal. I was at seventy-five, and my thirtieth birthday was in thirteen months. I blew out a breath and refocused on the strong arms around me and the smooth, even breathing behind me. The man behind me was worth setting new goals for. He hadn’t moved, so I guessed he was still asleep.

  “You’re thinking awfully hard,” he said, his voice raspy with sleep.

  “Yeah,” I said, then turned to look at him. His eyes were still heavy, his cheek pressed against the pillow. “Just bein’ grateful you stayed.”

  His eyes opened more and he smiled softly. “I couldn’t have left. You may not be holding my underwear hostage this time, but you’re definitely holding my heart. I don’t mind so much, though. I know that even if we’re all wrong for each other, and if we argue about stupid things, you’ll keep it safe.”

  I was speechless, tears welling up in my eyes. “You love me?”

  “You say that as if I had any other choice,” he answered, keeping his eyes locked on mine.

  “Dan…” I started, then grabbed his head and kissed him hard, rolling him over so that I was on top of him. “I love you, too. You’re it for me, you know? You’ve changed my life so irrevocably.”

  He gripped my hips and pulled our bodies closer. He looked me in the eyes again, and kissed me, and I realized he was slowly rubbing my bare pussy over his hard cock. “Samesies.”

  I giggled and spread my legs open, allowing his dick to wedge itself between my folds. “So about condoms…” I started, and Dan stopped moving me.

  I could see apprehension on his face suddenly. “What are you thinking right now?” I asked, tracing my fingertip across his forehead.

  “I…” he closed his eyes and shook his head.

  I sat up and slipped to his side, nestling under his arm. “Dan, remember, you have to tell me if something makes you uncomfortable, remember?”

  “Yeah,” he said in a strangled voice. “It’s...I don’t know if I can do...that just yet...I...and it’s…”

  Oh. “I can get tested and show you that I’m clean, if that’s what has you worried.”

  His eyes popped open. “No, no, that
’s not…” He was silent for a minute, then said, “The bodily fluids…”

  “Oh! I get it. The same reason you don’t want to do oral on me.”

  “Yeah…” he said. “But it’s selfish on my part because you have no hang-ups whatsoever about doing it on me.”

  I shook my head at him. “I like having your cock in my mouth. You get this expression on your face that is total bliss, and I can feel how I affect you, and it’s...powerful. So, really, it’s selfish on my part.”

  He looked at me like I’d grown two heads. “Really. Knowing that I can drag you out of your head and watch you is...heady for me.”

  “What if I never get...there?” he asked, uncertainly.

  “Do you think that’ll happen?” I asked.

  “I...don’t know. Theoretically, it would make you feel good and I want to experience all facets of sex with you. But rationally, for me right now anyway, I can’t think of my tongue down there. I want it,” he gestured to his hard dick, “I just don’t know if I’ll be able to.”

  “We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. Period. If you get to a point where you think we can try it, but need a push, I’ll give it to you. But not until I know it’s what you want.”

  He exhaled harshly. “I guess...I guess this is what real communication looks like, huh?”

  I smiled. “Hey look at us, being in an adult relationship.”

  He chuckled, then pulled me back on top of him and pushed his cock back to rest against my pussy. “That feels so good,” he groaned, his eyes rolling up.

  I shifted just a little to let my wet pussy slide up the side of his shaft. “Corra…” he moaned. I reached over to the bedside table and then covered his slick cock with the condom, climbing over him and slamming myself down onto his hips. His whole body shivered and his hands flew up to grip my hips and guided me over him. My clit was rubbing against his pelvis, tightening my nipples and making my breath stutter. He kept his grip hard on my hips, and he used my pussy to get off. He pushed and pulled me faster and harder against him, and just before he tensed, his eyes flew open and his jaw slackened as he came, filling the condom and hitting me just right to make me jerk and gush all over him.

  Breathing heavily, I dropped down to the bed next to him, draping my arm across his torso. I watched as his dick softened and his come dripped out of the condom. That is so fucking hot.

  He gathered himself and sat up, kissing me quickly and saying, “Gotta hop in the shower.”

  That’s my Dan.

  Dan

  Sunday afternoon, Ryan and I met in the park across from his building for a run. As we stretched, we made small talk about our jobs and trivial things. But when we started jogging, Ryan turned somber before saying, “So, about Corra…”

  I turned my head to look at him, “What about her?”

  “Are you gonna give it a go?”

  “We are, yes.”

  He frowned and nodded his head.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Life sure gives us curveballs, doesn’t it?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Three months ago, we were running this same path and you specifically stated that you didn’t want a relationship that could mess up everything you worked for, and you managed to bag the one woman that could actually do that,” he said.

  I thought about it for a minute. He was right. But...“She’s worth it,” I said with a shrug. “She makes it easy for me to let go of some of the things that make me anxious.”

  “Meaning she’s great in the sack.”

  I snorted. “No, that’s not what I meant. She just says and does the right things to stop any thoughts that are spiraling. She helps ground me into the present, and I can’t get lost in the what-ifs when she speaks, or smiles at me, or brushes my knee.”

  “So...she’s not good in the sack?”

  I shoved against his arm and he laughed. “I am probably never going to talk about that kind of stuff with you, FYI.”

  “Well, considering that you can’t even say sex aloud, I would think not,” he said, amused.

  I sighed. “Corra has opened up a lot for me, I’ll admit. But I’m still me in some ways. It’s like...Dan Lite. I’m able to accept that not everything is black and white, but parts of my personality are just stuck that way.”

  “It’s ok, you know. You don’t have to do what everyone else does to be accepted.”

  “When have you ever seen me do what everyone else does?”

  “Good point.”

  We continued talking about our girls and how unexpected it was for us to both be in relationships. Him, because he’d never wanted a steady relationship, and me because, well, I’m me. But we agreed that they do make our lives brighter and we couldn’t imagine life with anyone else.

  “So you’re really serious about Cay,” I said.

  “As serious as you are about Corra.”

  “So you are getting married tomorrow?”

  Ryan choked, then tripped over his feet. “What?!” he exclaimed from the ground.

  Chuckling, I reached out to help him up. “I’m joking. I can do that now, you know,” I said.

  He exhaled in relief. “Whew. I’m happy you have a sense of humor and everything, but can we please put all the jokes that could give me a heart attack on the back burner?”

  Chapter 32

  Corra

  Life with Dan in it was very...fulfilling. We went out on dates, we stayed in together, we hung out with friends, all those fun things. He definitely calmed me down.

  It had been three weeks since we made things official, and a phone call began the test of our relationship. I had a job.

  “How are you gonna…” Cay started, then motioned toward the bedroom, where Dan was showering after him learning that the height of my table puts me at perfect dick level during breakfast.

  I blew out a breath. “I don’t know. I don’t want to lie to him, but I’m afraid to find out if he was serious about accepting my career. I need to tell him why we can’t hang out this week, but what do I say if he asks questions?”

  Cay shrugged. “I just tell Ryan I have to go to work, and he tells me to check in with him when I get home.”

  “He’s ok with that?”

  “Does he have a choice?”

  That was a good point. The shower cut off in the bathroom. “Can you…”

  “Make like a banana and peel? Yup. See ya, you cock-whipped bitch,” she said.

  “Later, anal whore.”

  The door closed behind her and Dan stuck his head out of the bedroom door. “Is someone here?” he asked.

  “No, Cay just left. I, um, have an account that needs validating.” I couldn’t decide if I wanted to see his expression or not, so I settled for picking a loose thread on the hem of my shirt.

  His silence seemed to stretch unbearably long. “I see,” he said finally. “When do you need to start your research?”

  Keeping my eyes on the ground, I said, “The deposit will be made Friday.”

  “So that’s your deadline?”

  “Yes.” My voice was getting smaller and smaller with each of his unreadable questions. He turned without another word and went back into the bathroom, shutting the door. I tried to control the panic rising in my chest. I hated not knowing what was happening in his head, and I wondered if he even knew. This was what we didn’t talk about in our relationship, and the response to this would set the tone for us. I didn’t want to crowd him, so I turned and made my way into the kitchen to distract myself with making coffee.

  I heard the click of the bathroom door open and the shuffle of Dan’s feet coming down the hallway. I still couldn’t bring myself to look up, knowing my heart would break if he was fully dressed and carrying his bag.

  He stepped into the kitchen and suddenly backed me up against the counter, pressing his body into me and kissing me hard. I was so surprised that I was only then registering his bare chest and the terry cloth of the towel around his hips. Th
e relief flooded throughout my body, turning my knees to jelly and relaxing my muscles to the point I could barely hold myself up.

  But Dan caught me. I knew then that he’d always catch me, even if he didn’t like the reason I was falling. He pulled away from my lips and wrapped me in his arms, squeezing me tight. His smooth velvet voice rumbled in my ear. “Please be safe. Please come home to me.”

  Home. He wanted to be my home. He didn’t know that he already was.

  Dan

  The closer the week came to Thursday, the more apprehensive I got. I had to make up an excuse not to meet Ryan at The Game Room on Wednesday because I didn’t know if I’d be able to pretend like I didn’t know that Corra was on a rooftop stalking a child predator. I was scared, worried, and a little proud.

  Yes, proud. My girl was going to end a man who was terrifying children. So while I was worried about my ability to keep my mouth shut and act normal, scared that she’d be caught or hurt, I was not feeling bad about what she was doing.

  And didn’t that just shock the snuff out of your pipe?

  Friday morning, before I headed into work, she called. I couldn’t express how thankful I was that her name flashed on my screen and it was almost laughable how quickly I answered.

  “The account was definitely valid. But things went well,” she said, and I exhaled.

  “I’m so happy to hear your voice this morning,” I barely choked out.

  “I didn’t want you to worry,” she said.

  I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m always going to worry about something. Even if everything is perfect, I’ll worry that a red sock will get into my white laundry.”

  “Do you have a red sock?” she asked, amusement clear in her voice.

  “No,” I answered, still chuckling.

  “I don’t think you’d be my Dan if you didn’t worry. It’s one of my favorite things about you, actually. I don’t worry about anything, but you worry enough for the both of us. It’s a very symbiotic relationship.”