Monday, October 5, 2009

Chapter 12

It had been his idea to clean up. It had been her idea to take a shower rather than just sponge off, and now, as her hands slid against the tile in the shower, she was happy about the decision. With her eyes squeezed shut against the spray of the shower, Mya braced her feet against the edges of the tub while he slammed into her from behind. With nothing to hold onto and her hands slipping and sliding over the tile wall, she could only trust in his grip on her waist, the strength in his arms and a silent prayer she sent up to whatever powers might be listening that neither of them might fall. She certainly wasn’t going to ask him to stop. It felt too good to ever want him to stop.

His stamina was insanely impressive.

She’d had a few minutes to collect herself, to look up into his hazel eyes as he held her under the hot spray, his arms around her shoulders as they kissed. Soft sweet kisses that had quickly grown into hot wet kisses and now this.

He was insatiable and that was fine with her, she thought as his thick fingers dug into her skin, probably leaving bruises behind. She didn’t care about that either. It was hard to care about anything but the way it felt to be one with him.

This was nothing like it had been with Kris and everything like it had been before, only better she thought as she shuddered, the wave rising within her again. He must have felt it too because she felt him freeze and then his hand winding through her hair again, tugging on it until she had to look over her shoulder at him.

“I want to watch you, when you cum. I want to see your face,” he said, his gaze burning intensely into hers’. He held fast to her hair with one hand while wrapping his other arm around her waist and steadying his feet. Then he began to move, slowly, deliberately taking long slow strokes that held her there on the edge of the precipice, looking up into his hazel eyes, at his soft pink lips, whimpering his name, over and over.

She wanted to shut her eyes and look away. The intensity in his gaze was intimidating. But at the same time she couldn’t, wouldn’t. He wanted to watch her, and so she let him. She let him see how weak he made her, how good it felt to have him inside of her, and, at the moment that the orgasm took hold, she cried out. She held nothing back. She howled and cried his name out loud.

He spent himself on the floor of the tub between her feet. She watched the creamy substance swept along with the water down the drain, taking deep breaths as she came back to herself, her forehead pressed to the relatively cool tiles as she tried to collect herself. Her eyes fluttered closed as the scent of lilacs filled the air and she felt his hands on her back, bath mitt on one hand. She arched her back, moaning with pleasure as his hands swept over her shoulders and down her ribcage, down over her thighs and up again. She hummed, nearly giggling, when the full hard length of him pressed against her back and his hand swept gently over her breasts in slow, fastidious circles. Leaning back against him, Mya reached up to run her fingers through his thick wet hair, pulling his lips down to the curve of her neck.

“Your turn,” he whispered, sounding amused, running his hand slowly up over her stomach, stopping as he cupped her breasts, running his thumb over and around her nipple until she began to moan. As much as she wanted him to continue his tender administrations, Mya took the bath mitt from his hand and turned to find him giving her the width of his pale back to scrub.

Pressing her lips to a spot between his shoulder blades, Mya tasted the clean cool water running down his back and giggled as she nipped at his shoulder, watching with no small amount of satisfaction as goose-bumps raced down his arms. Feeling the water growing colder, she refilled the mitt with lilac scented soap and scrubbed him down. She took her sweet time, running her hands lovingly over his thickly muscled ass and thighs, and down, getting on her knees before him, inching her way back up the inside of his hairy legs, eyeing his now slack but still thick cock.

Turning her attention northward, Mya met his gaze and with a grin he shook his head. Apparently there was some limit to his abilities after all.

He helped her to her feet and as she continued to soap up his chest, he took a handful of shampoo and began to work it through her hair. Abandoning the mitt and his body somewhat reluctantly, Mya gave herself over to the new and very agreeable sensation of having his fingers massaging her scalp.
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Putting her directly under the spray, Sidney dragged his fingers through her hair and then reached for the bottle of conditioner. She leaned back against his chest, humming happily as he dragged his fingers through her hair again, the scent of green apple mixing with the flowery smell of her soap, reminding him of strongly of that last morning with Randi.

It made his eyes sting and he lifted his face up to the spray and let the water from the shower wash away the few tears that had managed to escape. It didn’t seem fair to think about her now, so he shook his head, sending water spraying around them both and dismissing her face from his mind, for now.

Walking her back into the spray, Sidney rinsed the conditioner out of her hair and then shut off the now nearly frigid water, noting that she had begun to shiver in his arms. Pushing the shower curtain aside, he grabbed a towel and wrapped her in it, rubbing her skin until it began to glow a healthier colour, starting at her ankles and working his way up until he was holding her breasts again.

Licking his lips he met her gaze, feeling his body heat to the feel of her nipples, hard and erect in the palms of his hands. God…was there any end to wanting her?
She offered her lips up to his and he pressed his over hers, reaching for her tongue and wrapping his around hers, groaning into her mouth as her hand reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock.

She laced the fingers of her other hand in his and lead him across the hall, still dripping wet, to her bed, and he watched, his eyes roaming hungrily over her body, as she lay down on it, patting the spot next to her on the crisp, clean sheets. Forgoing the foreplay, he placed himself between her thighs and slid easily inside of her, wet from the shower and wet for him.

Whether it was finally being face to face, or the playful look in her eyes, thoughts of Randi flooded Sidney’s mind again and he had to turn his face away from Mya, not wanting her to see the pain those thoughts brought him. He felt her hand on his cheek, the gentle pressure of her fingertips urging him to meet her gaze. He fought it but the pressure of her hand held steady and eventually he let her see the tears welling in his eyes.

“There’s something I should tell you,” he began, his voice sticking in his throat, caught by the ball of emotion he was currently choking on. She smiled encouragingly, her eyes bright, happy. It seemed inopportune at least, mean at most, but he felt like he had to tell her, had to let her know that he wasn’t all...present. “That... when I saw you...when we met at the cemetery...,” he began, withdrawing physically from her and pulling a corner of the quilt over, hiding his nudity from her, creating a barrier between them.

He watched the uncertainty flicker behind her emerald eyes, but it was there and then gone, replaced by a wary look. She was getting ready for him to run again. He could see it in the way she dragged the other end of the quilt up to her neck as she sat up, her smile disappearing altogether. He cursed quietly as he tried to find the words to explain this in a way that wouldn’t be hurtful. After all, he told himself, he wasn’t using her on purpose.

“The friend...the person I was visiting...she was my girlfriend...my fiancĂ©e.” He waited for her to gaze to meet his again, to see if she understood. She nodded, once, to let him know she heard and Sidney took a deep breath before continuing. “I wanted to marry her...was in love with her...but she...she died,” he explained, his voice breaking as he said it.

He looked up at her to see if she understood but she only looked back at him, her expression impassive. He wanted to ask her if she could understand what he was feeling but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. He just sat there, waiting for her to say something, anything.

Finally she nodded and took a deep breath, turning, wrenching the quilt off of him as she reached for her dresser drawers.

“That’s fine. I get it. You don’t want anything heavy. I get that. I mean...it’s not like I was asking for anything,” she began, nonchalantly, pulling a pair of lacy black panties from a drawer and holding the quilt up around her while she shimmied into them. “This is fine,” she added, digging a worn looking black t-shirt out and slipping it over her head, only dropping the quilt when she was modestly covered. “You know, this is fine. I mean, better than fine, obviously,” she grinned briefly before turning back to her drawers and pulling out a pair of pyjama bottoms and tugging them on. “So, you know, just don’t make it like...months before we do this again.”

Sidney wanted to argue that this wasn’t what he’d been saying but as soon as he thought it, he shut his mouth. It was sort of what he was saying. He wasn’t ready for this. He knew it and obviously by the flippant way she was dismissing him from her bed, so was she. Still....

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, to which she only shrugged and walked out of the bedroom, returning with his clothes heaped in her arms.

“Like I said, fuck buddies is fine with me,” she continued, turning her back to let him dress with some modicum of privacy. “I needed a way to break up with Kris. It works out don’t you think?” He mumbled something non committal, trying to keep thoughts of that particular event out of his mind for now. He’d deal with that when he had to and not before. He had enough on his plate right now.

As he tugged his jeans back on, Sidney watched her picking things up and putting them down on the top of her dresser, like she was looking for something to do with her hands. He wanted to walk around the bed and put his arms around her and hold her close. He wanted to take her back to bed and make her call out his name again.
Instead he pulled his shirt on and sat down to pull on his socks because, essentially, he was a coward. If he did take her back to bed he was half afraid he was going to fall in love with her and if he did...well, people he got close to had a habit of leaving him.

Fuck buddies was fine with him too.

“I’m glad you understand,” he replied eventually, once he was dressed again. She turned and smiled at him but he was sure that, just for a moment, he thought that he’d seen a tear run down her face.

“It’s totally fine. I mean, hey, you wouldn’t be caught dead with a stripper am I right?” she added, her expression returning to the cool, expressionless mask. He felt the dagger enter his chest and realized, too late, just how she was seeing this.

“I told you...this has nothing to do with that,” he replied firmly, stepping around the bed towards her, only to watch her back away from him, keeping her distance from him. He wondered if she felt the tug of their physical bond too. “In fact,” he added, the idea coming to him all at once. “I’d rather pay you not to. I mean, if we’re going to do this...I’d just rather not share you. And that goes for my teammates too.”
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Mya opened her mouth to object, to tell him to stick his hand-outs where the sun doesn’t shine but quickly shut it again. It’s not like she wanted to get naked for strangers. It was just a necessary evil, a means to an end. Still, if he thought for one minute he was going to control her with money....

“I don’t know about the whole kept woman thing. I’m sure some girls would find it appealing. I don’t think that I’m one of them though,” she replied, walking out of the bedroom and towards the door. Now that he was dressed, she couldn’t wait for him to leave and just having him anywhere near her bed made her want to rip his clothes off and forget he’d ever told her that he was still in love with some dead girl and that she was just another notch on his belt.

Except that part stuck in her head and wouldn’t let go. He was still in love with someone else and she’d pretty much told Kris that she was with Sidney. Karma was a real cunt.

“Well...think about it,” Sidney said quietly, moving towards her again, and now there was nowhere else Mya could go unless she was going to leave her own apartment and the way she felt at that moment, that didn’t seem altogether out of the question. He bent towards her, and Mya turned her head, giving him her cheek.

She didn’t feel like kissing him, or at least not kissing him goodbye. She felt like kissing him alright, but she was afraid if she started kissing him she wouldn’t stop and then maybe she’d make an ass of herself and beg and plead for him to stay and that was the last thing she wanted. What with stripping and now this, she didn’t feel like she had a lot of dignity left, but what she had she was determined to hold onto.

“I’ll see you soon,” he added, like it was a matter of fact. Mya didn’t even watch him go out the door. She just pushed the door shut behind him and snapped the dead bolt closed, and then, and only then, did she let the painful tears of humiliation flow.

4 comments:

  1. Oh... god damn you Sidney...

    Just when I think things are going to start getting better...

    I'm glad he told her about Randi, but the way she took it, and then the kept woman thing... ugh!

    I just wanna flick him in the nose! (because that kinda hurts, but is funny at the same time*)

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  2. Wow, great update! Poor Mya, he just keeps hurting her but she still loves him so much!!

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  3. Oh my goodness... My heart is sitting in a thousand tiny pieces... Sigh...

    I loved it.

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  4. Yeah. Well said. You are a really good writer- great detail. Looking forward to the next update.

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