by Ethan Egorov
“Pretty damn boring. Had to go to the bank.” I get up close to her and realize one wrong move will send me out of my limits for self control.
“Nothing exciting ever happens at the bank.” She giggles.
I smile at her joke and then we get going. Most of her stuff is already there, but I know she doesn’t know much about installing a bed. I’m glad she found this place; it is better than living at the club. I helped her squelch her budget for a down payment and first months rent. Her job at the shop pays enough to cover her rent, until she gets a permanent job. But she has been helping a lot with the social media and branding, getting us more customers. I think she is good at it and I don’t say that just so she won’t go anywhere.
“I have no idea how to install this.” Chantal has given up on trying. We’re in her bedroom, or sort of bedroom since it is a studio. In a perfect world I’d take the plunge and ask her to live with me, but I couldn’t have done that no matter how much I like her.
“It’s not that hard.” I laugh at her. Once I take my jacket off, I get started.
“Easy for you to say. Is there anything you can’t do?” All she does is sit on the floor.
I laugh at her, “Swim.”
“There is no way you don’t know how to swim. That’s ridiculous.” Her laugh only reminds me how sad it is. I was afraid of water creatures when everyone else was learning, it went past my time and then I got away with it. I can do the hot tub thing but anything else is a no go.
I shrug instead of embarrassing myself by telling her the whole story, “It’s the truth. Now pay attention, you can be my helper.” I walk by her and pat her head just to piss her off and make myself feel better.
She helps as much as she can and that just involves handing me the tools that I need. I can tell something is on her mind just from the way her brows are furrowing. I have gotten to know her pretty well these past few weeks, her tells, facial expressions. She doesn’t get tans anymore, but her skin is still this beautiful natural color that offsets her blonde hair, her brows are thicker, and she told me she watched videos online to learn how to do them herself. I’m proud of how she’s grown, even though it has nothing to do with me.
“So um, Jeannine told me about your ex today.” Her voice is so soft I barely register it, but I heard her, and it makes the wrench slip from my fingers. It’s kind of funny how she waited until I finished the bed.
“Damn, Jeannine and her big mouth. That kid is crazy.” I shake my head at her. I knew them hanging out together would cause problems for me.
Her laugh is less than humorous, “You know we’re the same age right. Me and Jeannine. Why do you call her ‘kid’? I mean, are you intent on us being friends because I’m young or you’re hung up on your ex?” She stops abruptly and I know she worked up the nerve to say all that, it makes me want to tell her the truth.
I stop what I am doing and think. Chantal doesn’t deserve me lying to her, I think I have evaded her long enough.
“I don’t know which of those to answer first.”
She says, “Pick one.” And drops her shoulders like she is prepared to wait all day.
With a shake of my head, I get up and sit on the other end of the mattress. It’s new, firm. I have many bad thoughts about it before I gather myself.
“Well, I met Jeannine when she was like nine, so it’s different. Second, I don’t think you’re young, that’s not how I see you. Legal maybe, but not young.” I half smile. That whole nickname is because I spent years watching her run around the club, knock over bikes. She will always be kid to me. But not Chantal.
I stop though, and don’t know if I can disclose this part.
“We’re friends, Logan. You can talk to me.” Her voice is soft, and it encourages me to go on.
“I don’t have feelings for Chelsea anymore, my ex. I’m over her. I guess I’m just not over the…trusting someone with your heart and having it stomped on part.” I laugh once but it is mostly at finally saying what has been eating at me for all this time.
Chantal reaches out for me and covers my hands with hers, their softness contrasting against me. I take a relaxing breath and let it work on me.
“Well, your ex is a total bitch.” She half laughs, “I don’t know why anyone would want to hurt you like that. Cheat on you and betray your trust. I’m so sorry Logan, you don’t deserve that.” Her soft hand cups my face and my heart races, my cock twitches at wanting to be touched elsewhere. The affect she has on me is maddening. I take her hand from my face and take it in mine instead.
“You’re the best man I’ve ever known. I’ll be thanking you for a long time.” Her sigh is soft, breathless almost. I want to hear how she sounds when she moans, when she wants me… I don’t know how much longer I can hold off.
“You don’t have to. I did it for you, princess. I care about you, but I just keep wondering if I’m ready for that again. It’s not that I don’t trust you—” I chuckle once.
“If you trust me then don’t push me away, I care about you too.” She leans in close to me and I smell the soft fruitiness of her breath and I know she has been drinking lemonade almost all day, her favorite drink.
“Chantal… you’re really testing me.” I look in her eyes and fight the hardening of my cock, her soft body so close to me and her resolve melting mine. It has never been like this before; it has never been this hard…this good.
“I don’t mean to.” Her whisper is soft as she presses her forehead to mine. That contact sends me on another plane, to a place where I can have her with no questions asked.
“You are. Every day. I want you princess; I want to ruin you and taint you and make you mine. I can’t handle it if I fuck things up.” I refrain from growling by grappling her waist instead, letting her softness seep into me and hoping it can chip at some of my hard places.
“You’re not gonna fuck things up. Not with me.” She is so sure when she looks in my eyes that I start to believe her.
I believe her all the way into my next breath, ending it with a kiss on her lips. And damn it is better than I could have imagined. It is nothing like being alone at night and imagining her against me, stroking myself to the thought of her. I get to feel her soft lips on mine, the plush pillow of her bottom lip trapped between mine. I hold back a growl and grip her tighter instead, tasting her as I deepen the kiss. She kisses me back, her lips making quick work of knowing mine. And I can’t help in anymore, I drag her close until those firm breasts are on my chest and I can rub my cock over her stomach. Her lips clench around mine harder, I want to feel the rest of her clench, and I kiss her back deeply to fight doing anything else. But it gets too good; my cock gets too hard my brain just stops working. So, I break the kiss and pull back, sliding my lips down her neck instead.
“Fuck, princess, you drive me raving mad,” I inhale sharply and suckle the skin right below her ear, it makes her mewl and the sound is like music to my ears.
“Logan… that feels good,” her whisper falls off her moan and her hands slide down my arms, over the planes of my muscles. I shiver at how good it feels to touch her, for her to touch me. I don’t want any clothing in the way, I want all of her. But damn, she isn’t ready for me.
“You don’t understand,” I stare into the warmth of her blue eyes, “I could fuck you right here and now and not think twice about it. Over and over. But I can’t. I want to treat you right, princess.” I exhale and she doesn’t even twitch, my words don’t scare her away. I stopped bothering with them, if I need it that badly and picked up a woman then I just got to it. But I want the desire with Chantal, the taste, the chase…
“Logan, I’m not breakable.” She whispers and it only makes me chuckle. I lean back to get a good look of her face. Her lips are bruised, and cheeks dusted with blush. She’s so damn gorgeous I can’t take it.
“You will be once I have you.” I lick my lips. She just smirks at me and leans back onto her knees on the floor.
“I guess I have to take your wo
rd for it.” She moistens her lips and stands.
I nod, looking up at her. I slide my hands up her shapely thighs and ass, lean in to kiss her belly over her shirt. I lay my head against the swell of her breast and smile with content.
“Yes, you do. Let’s finish up, grab some dinner.” I stand and try not to make a show of having an uncomfortable hard on, it takes a bit to go away. With her still around, in those tight blue jeans and that shirt. Getting a bit sweaty from moving things around. I want to just say fuck it and have her right now, but I want to take her on a proper date first. Maybe a few. I’m not that kind of guy but I can be, I used to be, and I tried to make myself out to be it. Not with Chantal, she deserves better. She is better.
She is starting to become everything to me.
“So, you’ve hopped on the pizza train now.” I laugh at Chantal.
“It’s fast and cheap. I’ve gotten used to that.” She giggles.
We sit at her new dining table. This small circular thing, it’s cute, and we eat the pizza out of the box. The most important thing was to pick up beer, she has even started drinking it now too.
“I wish you didn’t have to. You know, you deserve the finer things in life.” I smile at her and take a huge bite of pizza. She laughs at me and takes a smaller one. I have since learned that she went to debutant school and had to take etiquette classes, so her mannerisms make more sense now, even though they are a bit more relaxed.
“What do you mean?” She giggles.
I try not to talk with my mouth full. “I mean that you shouldn’t have to live like this, dollar by dollar. It sucks, even I never had to do that.”
She slows her chewing and sighs.
“Well, it was my dad’s money anyway. I’m glad I learned how to be on my own.” She says. I smile at how righteous she can be.
“Yeah but…”
“It’s fine, Logan. I know it’s temporary anyway, until I get a salary job or something.”
“Or until your dad decides not to cut you off anymore.”
“Not a chance.” She shakes her head. I give it until we finish eating, with the tv on in the background to fill the silence. She gets up to trash the box and I follow her, I stop her by the fridge and lean in close to her, she stares up with wide and confused eyes.
“I want to take care of you princess, and I don’t mean that like your dad did, how he controlled you. I want to spoil you, make sure you never have to worry about anything other than what you want to do.” I swallow. I feel like I am giving too much of myself away, but with her it isn’t like that at all. This is just how it should be.
She links her arms up around my neck and smiles.
“Logan, I am just now getting the hang of this independence thing, and you want to ruin it with your chivalry.” She giggles softly. I smile and nod once.
“I guess so.”
She reaches up on her tip toes and rubs her body against mine like an absolute seductress. Her lips hover over mine and I feel all the blood rush to my cock in that same breath.
“All I want is you, Logan.”
“Princess…” I warn her, sliding my hands down her hips anyway and gripping her ass. I remind myself about the perfect date nights and the flowers and she makes me forget it all in one second.
“Break me, Logan, I want it. I want you.” She outright licks my lips and then rubs hers against mine, waiting for me.
Each breath falls ragged as it leaves me, my body filling with less air each time and the only way I will get it is to kiss her. I want her so badly I can’t stand it; I can hardly think.
“Damnit Chantal—“ I kiss her in that same breath and catch us both by surprise.
Our lips and teeth clash as I kiss her, harder than before and all at once. I swirl my tongue against hers and let her taste fill my mouth. My body slams hers against the fridge and I feel every single one of her curves press the hard planes of my body, especially against my cock. I lift her up and link her legs around my waist, and it is much better than when she is on my bike with me because I get to kiss her too. Her nimble fingers lace through my hair and latch me to her, so there is nowhere for me to go.
I feel my whole body pouring into hers and becoming one. It is more than sex right from the start. We built our trust up in each other without having to be in a relationship and it is for the better, because now I know that she has my whole heart.
“I’m taking you to bed.” I break the kiss and stare in her eyes, wide and ready as I pass the fridge and head over to her bed.
I set her down and she licks her lips looking up at me. I shed my shirt and get my jeans off in record time, then I take my time undressing her. I lift up her shirt to expose a white lacy bra, fighting the weight of her breasts.
“Damnit, princess,” I growl at looking at her. She bites her lip and I am done for.
I lift her and lay her on the bed, going for the clasp of her jeans.
“I have wanted you for a long time, princess. A long time.” I take her jeans off and toss them away, finding that her panties match her bra.
“What are you trying to do to me?” I growl, tracing my fingers over the lace of her panties. Her breathing is rapid and fills the room.
“I could ask you the same.” She spreads her legs, like she is offering herself to me. She seems so experienced and I wonder how, I hope it isn’t because she has been around other older men. The thought of anyone else having her drives me insane. I think she just trusts me, because there is no hesitation in her, when I start to take off her panties.
“Fuck, that’s gorgeous.” I wad her panties away and stare at the beautiful pussy in front of me, dripping wet, and she’s completely bare.
“Logan… touch me please.” She moans, wiggling her hips.
I kneel between her and lean down to kiss her again, laying my body over hers. I unclasp her bra and let her breasts fall against me, then I pull back to get a good look and grin. Her nipples are hard and rosy pink like her lips, absolutely perfect.
“God, I’m so hard for you I could scream.” I kiss over her breasts, each mound aching beneath my lips. I suckle her nipples in turn and then kiss down her body, eating her pussy is a must.
“Logan,” her hands lay on my shoulders and I stop, kissing her inner thigh.
“No one ever done this to you before?” I guess.
She shakes her head, her lips splayed open.
“That’s too bad,” I look up at her through my lashes as I lick at her, feeling her heat and pulsing clit. She moans so loud all I want is to hear it again, and so I keep going. I swirl my tongue around her and dip my tongue in her opening, eating her literally.
“Oh god, don’t stop, please!” She cries out, threading her fingers in my hair and clasping her hips around me. So, I don’t stop, not for a second, even as she comes.
Her body erupts in tremors that carry on as I kiss up her body and then kiss her lips, swirling my tongue around hers. I rub my cock over her through my briefs, and with shaky hands she tries to get them off. She fists me in her hand, and I go so weak I feel it in my spine.
“Woah princess, condom.” I manage to separate myself from her and my cock misses her immediately. But I dig in my jacket and hope my man whore days are still useful, luckily, I find out.
“Don’t know what we would have done.” I chuckle, kneeling between her legs on the bed. She smiles and trails her calf over the back of my thighs, her eyes right on my cock as I wrap it up.
“You remember what I told you?” I grab my cock and slide it through her folds, until her body shakes for more as she nods.
“Good.” I groan deep in my chest when I thrust into her, fighting the resistance. She moans aloud and swallows me up immediately, her pussy like the perfect sized vice for me.
“Logan… that’s so good, oh my god—“ she gasps when I pull out and slide in again.
I grab her thighs to hold her open, still on my knees to get a good angle. I hold her open and go to town on her, fucking her like I imag
ined since day one. Her body is too damn perfect, my cock grows harder at watching her breasts bob and making the bed shake beneath us. I only hope I installed it well enough.
“Fuck, princess, you’re tight as hell,” I growl, going faster.
Her moans increase to deafening limits, sucks for the neighbors but I don’t fucking care. I tried to hold myself back, but we want each other too much. We are way too good for each other.
“Logan—I’m coming, don’t stop,” her hands clench the sheets as she erupts in a beautiful orgasm, one that makes her clench around me even more.
“Fuck,” I close my eyes and surrender to the back-aching orgasm, I empty my cock inside her and stay buried in her. She drags me down to her to kiss me, and I lay one on her like it is all I’m worth. I love that she can be prim and proper and dirty too, it makes me want to have her again—
And so, I do.
9
Chantal
I didn’t know sex could feel this good, it makes sense why people talk about it so much now. I mean it’s not like I knew before, and if Logan knew this was my first and second time, he would probably lose his shit. He likes to keep me preserved, to have this innocent air to me or something. It is endearing without being placative. It has me wanting him over and over again, just to see how far I can take him.
“I need some recovery time, princess.” Logan chuckles against my lips as I kiss him. I swipe my tongue over his lips and then he parts them, letting our tongues collide. I taste him against me, and it sets my body on fire again. I am laid over his body, my thighs on either side of his hips, so I grind myself against him just to feel him groan and his cock harden against my swollen flesh. I am sore as hell down there, but once my body gets thrumming again it is easy to ignore. Time has passed around us, but I tried to ignore it, only the sun has gone down now, and the room is nearly dark. The dim lights cast over Logan and make his body look like a work of art.
“So, recover.” I sit up and rock back against his pelvis, sitting right above where his cock hardens and rises.