Broken Lovers

Chapter 9

The next time I saw him, he introduced me to his bed. We lay down side by side, fully clothed and not touching. We must have remained like that for about five minutes. He didn’t speak. The air grew tense and I became nervous. I started to babble. “I didn’t have any idea what was in the packages. I was paid extra to turn a blind eye and make sure the people received them when they turned up.” I hadn’t planned to say that. It just kind of tumbled out, but it afforded me some relief to open up and admit that to him even though I still didn't know who he was.

"Stop talking," he said, but this time, for the first time ever, he spoke without coldness and menace. I wondered what he was thinking. Moving closer, he began to kiss me. I responded, although I wondered if this was just another of his little games, as he’d never kissed me before. Then he stopped and got up. Undressing quickly, he stood in front of me, naked, and I could just about see his well-defined physique. He was muscular, but not huge. I marveled that he was hard even before we’d touched each other intimately. I'm not sure what made me do what I did next, but I moved over the bed towards him, and without thinking about it, I let my tongue move against the underside of his c**k before taking him in my mouth. I could tell he was surprised. Previously, he’d been the one forcing me while I’d been crying and begging him to let me go, but now, I was the initiator. He tensed up - maybe he was unsure how to deal with it - but I let him slide ever deeper into my mouth, all the time, licking and sucking. I used my right hand to grip the base, massaging him as my mouth slobbered over the head. As I bobbed onto him, over and over, I increased the pressure and velocity of my hand. He groaned and sighed, moving one hand to the back of my head to exert a little downward pressure. All the while, I allowed him to thrust in and out of my eager mouth. I could feel myself getting very wet and wanted him in both ends at the same time. I couldn't help it, but just then, he pulled away and pushed me back onto the bed. Kissing from my feet, over my calves, right up to my thighs and beyond, he briefly licked my c**t, causing me a momentary shiver. As he sucked my n*****s, I wasted no time in parting my legs wider, encircling his waist as he drove deep down into me.

"Oh f**k," I gasped.

He continued thrusting into me with power and purpose, and I just gave in to the moment of exquisite pleasure, letting him pummel me as he wanted.

"Turn around," he ordered. He withdrew and I wasted no time flipping over and presenting him with my ass. He entered me again, only this time, striking up an even more furious rhythm. I willingly bounced against him, my ass backing onto his hips as he sank deep into me, touching places nobody ever had before, while giving my buttocks an occasional slap. I couldn't stop gasping. It was amazing!

"More! f**k me harder!" I cried out wantonly, and he obliged. Incredibly, he upped the pace further and hammered into me with wild abandon while I tried to maintain some form of control, though in truth, I was happy for him to do whatever he wanted.

At times, he’d slow down or even withdraw, and then he’d move down to lick my juices before sliding back into me. It came as no surprise when my body tensed and that familiar heat grew inside me. And as he f****d me with a vengeance, I squirted all over his c**k, yelling out my lust to the world. Although I’d come, he hadn't, and I became no more than a rag doll, allowing him to f**k me, slap me, maul me, bite me, pinch me and grab my hair as he reached a s*x-crazed peak. Then he tensed and roared with animal passion as his c*m boiled its way out of his erupting c**k. I felt him spurt inside me at least a dozen times. Eventually, his thrusting slowed until he finally collapsed on top of my back.

Flopping back onto the bed, he asked me, "Is that what you wanted?"

"Yes! I wanted it. I wanted it so bad." And all I wanted then was to curl up with him and look into his eyes. I wanted to know what he was feeling. Lust? Passion? Anger? Nothing?

"Let me see your face."

"Never," he said very abruptly. He sounded upset, and the change from passion to cold-bloodedness scared me.

"What are we doing here?"

"Do you want the definition of what we do? Some call it a good f**k, others call it sex."

"Why do you sleep with me?"

"Have you ever met a guy who’d turn down a woman who goes around with her legs wide-open?"

That remark cut me like a knife. "It’s not true," I sniffled.

He rolled of the bed and started putting his clothes on. I was still naked. Instinctively, I started looking for mine, trying to be quick. I’d been stupid. I should have known he’d think badly of me, but I couldn’t get away from the fact that I liked him f*****g me like I was a two-bit worthless w***e.

*****

"You slept with him and he’s blackmailing you! For f**k sakes, are you retarded?

"Keep it down," I urged. I was with Cynthia, the only friend I had in the office, as the rest of them had stopped hanging with me the moment I hooked up with Liam, their boss.

"So, you’re not with Liam anymore."

"No, I’m still with him."

"Are you going to break up with him?"

I shook my head. "I don't know what to do, Cynthia. I’m so confused. Everything’s messed up in my head."

"It’s not right, you cheating on Liam. It’s the very reason he got divorced. He deserves a faithful woman who loves him and wants him."

"I know," I replied rather lamely.

"You need to speak to him before he finds out."