Bereft (Seven Year Itch #2)(25)
Chad groaned when he discovered my predicament. “How does it make you feel to know I did this you?”
“Good,” I cooed.
“I want to f*ck you so bad. My dick feels like it’s going to explode.” He lifted me, forcing me to stand in front of him. He led me over to the bed and bent me over the edge. “I need to see that ass.” He began rubbing both cheeks. “Oh yeah. I knew it would be perfect the first time I saw you walk by me.” He slapped my left cheek hard. I gasped, shocked he’d done it. When I said nothing he did it again, this time rubbing the underneath of my *. I felt fingers going inside of me, and then something touching my ass. I straightened my body, twisting around to face him. “Don’t.”
He cackled. “Don’t what? Come on. Let me play.”
I looked down, prepared to scorn him until I saw what he had waiting for me. My mouth dropped. I knew he had a perfect body, but I swore he’d lack a certain girth down below.
I was dead wrong.
He was hung like a f*cking farm animal, and he knew it too. A half-smile formed in the corner of his lips. “What’s wrong? Too big for that supple ass?”
“Too big for everything.”
“Turn back around. I promise I won’t hurt you. When I f*ck you, you’ll beg for more. I promise.”
I don’t know why I trusted him. My breathing was heavy. I could feel my heart having palpitations. I pressed my face against the mattress, with my ass remaining in the air.
He spread my legs, and then my * lips. I felt something cold hitting the hole in my ass, then a finger spreading it around. He’d spit there, and as he circled his finger around it, my * quivered. “Holy shit. Don’t stop.”
“What’s that?”
“You heard me,” I said with chattering teeth. I was nervous, yet prepared, scared, yet satisfied. It made no sense.
He penetrated my *, shoving his finger in as far as it would go. He kept at it, driving it deep then removing it. I could barely keep my knees from buckling.
Just when I was about to lose control, I felt pressure on my *. His thick shaft was making it’s entrance. I sucked in a full breath as it slid inside me. He was so large it squeezed against my tight walls. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been intimate with Grayson, and I wondered if Chad could tell. He moaned and said things under his breath. I heard ‘oh my God’ several times. He thrust in and out until he was able to fit his whole cock inside of me. It was uncomfortable at first, the friction making it bearable. His finger started moving again, this time triple the speed. Being penetrated in both holes was a magnificent discovery. My body tightened up immediately and I exploded with another orgasm.
Chad didn’t break for air. He spun me around and leaned forward to suck on one of my nipples. He bit the tip, so hard I was sure he drew blood. I screeched and sucked in a deep breath of air, only to realize the pain had quickly changed to pleasure. He pinched the opposite nipple, coming up to tease me with his tongue. I sucked it into my mouth, turning his taunting into a full-blown kiss.
Chad ran his hand through my hair, gripping a large chuck to hold my head longer. He was in control of our make out session, and I was completely okay with it.
With no hands, he teased my * with his dick. He gave it a shove and slid right inside. Immediately I was filled, and as he got into a groove I found myself jerking my hips to match his pace. He started doing it harder, slapping our bodies together. I wrapped my legs around his ass and moved opposite of him, making our contact more powerful. I was soaked, and each time we slapped together it made a noise. It was sticky, catching my clit and pulling it just enough to add to my euphoria. He held onto my thighs and really went to town. I could tell he was getting close. His face tensed, and his pattern was unhinged. Then I felt his fingernails digging into my ass cheeks. Once again I felt slicing pain, then a rush of rapture.
We were both shaking afterwards, maybe for two complete reasons. My marriage was over. I’d made sure of it. I’d slept with a co-worker; one I’d previously hated with a passion. Now the only passion he’d given me was in bed.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
I ended up doing the latter, and Chad climbed up in the bed and held me until I was able to fall asleep. He said nothing – he didn’t need to. He knew I was having regrets. He knew inside I was a mess, and that I would hate myself before I could learn to accept there were things in life I’d never be able to change.
Chapter 12
Grayson
That next morning I woke up still in the same clothes as the previous night. After Rachel kicked me out of the house, claiming our marriage was a thing of the past, I drove by several times, hoping to find the Porsche gone from the driveway. Instead, I saw the bedroom light on, and two shadows inside. It crushed me.
I finally understood what it felt like for Rachel. I was sick to my stomach imagining another man touching parts of her she’d promised would be mine forever. I’d been blinded, and awakened by the brutal truth of consequences – the kind you have to live with even though they break you.
The first thing I did once I got out of bed was attempt to contact my daughter. By now she’d had time to think about what I’d told her. I hoped she’d talk to me, but was disappointed when the call was sent to her voicemail.
“Baby, it’s Daddy. I get that you’re mad. Trust me, I hate myself for what I’ve done. The truth is, I need you. I’ve hit rock bottom, and you’re all I have left. Please call me back. I’d really like to hear your voice, even if you’re calling to tell me off again.”