Fighting Faith (4 page)

Her mouth opened to gasp for air as he pulled out of her pussy. He leaned down to bite her lip as he impaled her with the full length of his dick. She cried out as his flesh slammed against hers. A look of shock widened her eyes before they squeezed shut.

“Ah, God you feel good,” he groaned, unable to stop himself. He didn’t want her to know how much he was enjoying this, or how incredible it felt to be inside her. Deciding it was best to keep his mouth busy; he bent his head down and sucked one of her peaked nipples between his lips. Her walls tightened and pulled him in deeper with each stroke.

Arching her back, Faith wrapped her legs around him and squeezed him, driving him in, pulling him to her with every thrust. Releasing her swollen nipple, he took her chin between his lips, flicking his tongue back and forth over the gentle curve, and then crept to her earlobe. He released it as her moaning grew more fervent— her eyes lost their focus and rolled back. She squeezed them shut and cried out.

Once again, he pinned her hands to the deck as his own climax closed in on him. While the walls of her pussy contracted around his shaft, his head filled with bright explosions of light, keeping time with his racing heartbeat. When Faith screamed out, he covered her mouth with his own, not in a kiss, but to breath in the energy of her orgasm. As her cries of passion entered his body, he couldn’t contain his own voice, letting a loud moan escape as an unfamiliar tidal wave of sensations overcame him. He’d never come so hard, and the subsequent dizziness made him think he might pass out.

The last of his seed escaped, and Eric’s mind reeled. He collapsed onto her in exhaustion.

They lay there, each trying to recover from the explosion of energy they just created. At last, Eric rolled off of her and onto the deck. His thoughts were still spinning, dozens of them, tangled in his brain. Had he just done what he thought he had? How in the hell was it so consuming and powerful? Why couldn’t he stop himself? The questions flooded him as Faith breathlessly asked,

“What the hell was that?”

With great effort, Eric slowed his thoughts and chose his answer carefully, needing to confirm that nothing between them had changed. “That,” he said, “is how you fuck a slut.” He rose to retrieve his clothes, careful not to meet her eye. He knew the bewilderment and hurt he would find waiting for him if he did, and he wasn’t sure what she might see reflected back. He hated himself; hated himself for what he’d done to her and for the way he was now acting, but it was like a wave he couldn’t stop riding.

When he finished dressing, he pulled his wallet from his pocket and removed two crisp hundred dollar bills. When he dropped them, they gracefully floated down, landing on her stomach. He didn’t have to look at her to know there were tears in her eyes, but he couldn’t stop himself. She looked pitiful, the money on her stomach and her slip still bunched above her breasts. Beautiful. “I believe that’s pretty close to the going rate for a good fuck,” he said as he turned to leave, regretting he’d called it 'good.'

“Eric?” she called after him, almost in a whisper. He stopped. “Please don’t tell anyone about this.”

He stood, frozen to the spot and closed his eyes to try to weaken the pangs of regret he knew his reply would bring. “Like I’d want to brag to anyone about fucking you.” He shook his head and didn’t wait for a reply or turn to see her reaction. He bolted up the stairs and out of the gate as quickly as he could, anxious to leave the incident behind him. Deep down, he knew that would be impossible; with the sensations he’d just experienced, it would stay with him forever.

Faith stepped into the hot spray of the shower, her mind still reeling from the bizarre morning spent laid out, almost bare ass naked on her deck,
submitting
to Eric, of all people. The man was the only person in the entire world she could say she truly hated, yet he had just rocked that world in ways she never imagined possible. She couldn’t get her mind around it; it made no sense at all.

The minute she saw him staring at her that way, her knees went weak, and she was afraid her pussy would start weeping down her leg. Luckily, he opened his mouth and saved her the embarrassment. But Faith had to wonder if that humility might have been better than the mortification she now felt, having given him all the control to hurt her, yet take her to a place she could never have imagined.

She lathered her body, noting the places he’d touched her, again feeling the sensations as she imagined his lips, his hands, sliding over her body. Her nipple still ached from his bite, but hardened of its own will when she recalled the feel of his lips around it. Her hand slipped between her legs to cleanse away the remains of their lust. The innocent touch brought her pussy back to life. It demanded the same attention he lavished on it.

Applying pressure to her clit, she imagined his mouth teasing her once more. The waves of pleasure the memory brought were strong enough to make her fall against the wall of the shower stall as she continued to stimulate herself, gently circling the little button he’d pulled between his teeth to masterfully lick and suck. She could feel the sensations growing from deep within, needing little encouragement to rush to the surface and overcome her. It was all she could do to stay on her feet and keep her balance as her orgasm violently hit her, spreading tingling waves of pleasure through her body.

Four times now —four times in one day— she experienced what no one else, including herself, had ever been able to elicit from her body. Sure, she made herself come before, but nothing like the earth shattering orgasms he pulled from her. What she experienced in the past was only her body’s knee-jerk reaction to stimulation. It came and went without much notice or excitement.

When she could, she straightened up and resumed her shower, determined to let the memory go. Like it or not, she would have to deal with Eric on a daily basis. Going weak at the knees and creaming her pants every time he was near would not do. Anger was the better emotion to retain, and she resolved to think of only that whenever he was near.
That should do
the trick
.

They weren’t working today, but she agreed to meet everyone for supper in town that evening, and as she stepped out of the shower, she decided to act as though nothing happened between them. They would continue insulting each other, just as they did before. If she worked it right, she wouldn’t even have to listen to him at dinner. She’d choose her spot carefully.

Still, Faith couldn’t keep herself from trying just a little harder to look her best as she dressed for the night.
No harm in giving him a good glimpse of what he won’t be getting again
.

She picked out a dress that gently hugged her curves and showed a little cleavage, yet wasn’t too dressy. She styled her hair up, allowing just a few flimsy strands to fall in a whisper against her shoulders. The delicate necklace she chose draped over her collarbone, accentuating the path his mouth followed hours ago.
Perfect
, she thought as she studied her reflection.
Not overdone, just
well stated.

***

When she arrived at the restaurant, she smiled at the appreciative stares and nods she received from Tim and Daniel, not to mention the other patrons. Watching carefully out of the corner of her eye, she saw Eric’s jaw drop a little, but he soon recovered and donned the usual scowl he wore in her presence. Faith made sure not to meet his gaze directly, but was left with a spot at the end of the table, facing him. She wouldn’t have to listen to him, but whenever she looked up, there he was. Sarah sat beside her, making it easy to stay occupied with conversation.

The first thing out of Sarah’s mouth was, “Did you get the bag of veggies?” Faith couldn’t stop the blush that spread across her cheeks at the question. “Yes, I did.

Thank you.”

“I’m sorry about sending Eric; I know that must have been a bit awkward.”
You have no
idea
, Faith thought. “Everyone else was tied up or sleeping, and I promised I’d get them to you right away this morning.”

“It’s no big deal,” she replied, covering Sarah’s hand with her own. She glanced up and found Eric looking at her, but he quickly looked away. “We exchanged our usual witty banter and he left.”

“Good, I felt bad about it.”

“No need,” Faith said, smiling up at the waiter who handed her a menu, then took his time filling her glass with water. He seemed to take a special interest in looking down her dress, but Faith pretended not to notice.

From the other end of the table, Eric pounded his glass on the table. “We’d kinda like some water down here, if you’re not too busy.” The whole group looked at him in surprise, Faith included. Setting her glass back down on the table, the waiter quickly went to work filling the remaining glasses. As he listed off the specials of the evening, obviously flustered, he stammered, making one mistake after another. Faith worried that she’d perhaps gone overboard when choosing her attire.

When the man finished and left the group to look at their menus, Tim said, “They must not get many beautiful women in this place; the poor guy didn’t even know how to act.” Faith smiled, grateful for the compliment that eased the awkwardness at the table, until she heard Eric’s voice speak up. “He probably just recognized her as a regrettable one night stand, and hoped she didn’t recognize him!” He laughed, but he laughed alone. Tim rolled his eyes and shook his head, very familiar by now with the “put down” game the two played. Faith had no comeback this time, however, and continued to study the menu.

When the waiter came back to take their order, he asked, “Is this all together, or do you need separate checks?”

“Put it all on one,” Eric told him, “except for the lady at the end. She’ll need her own ticket.” He nodded toward Faith.

Sarah gasped at his rudeness, but Daniel spoke up first. “Eric! How can you be such an asshole?”

“What? I happen to know that Faith has plenty of money right now. She can pay for her own dinner.”

Daniel looked at Eric in disbelief, and turned to the waiter, “One ticket, and I’ll take it.”

“Fine, all on one, but give it to me,” Eric said, shooting a nasty look in Faith’s direction.

His behavior didn’t shock her; she was glad to see that nothing had changed, and Eric was being his usual rude and idiotic self, with just a tad more emphasis on the idiot part. She spent the rest of the dinner tied up in conversation with Sarah and Jose, relieved not to hear anymore from the dimwit at the end of the table.

When the meal was through, Sarah and Jose took to the dance floor. Faith danced a couple of dances with Tim and Daniel, but then excused herself to the ladies room. On her way back, their waiter cornered her in the hallway. The nervous man stammered through an awkward apology for his earlier behavior.

“I just, well…you’re really pretty, and I can’t help but be very attracted to you. I don’t suppose you’d consider going out with me sometime?” he bravely inquired just as Eric was passing by, having to squeeze past them in the narrow hallway to reach the men’s room. She had to think for a moment about just how far she was willing to go to get under his skin, but decided it was best to draw the line at accepting a date with some guy she didn’t even know and wasn’t attracted to, even though he was very nice looking.

“You’re sweet,” she told the young man, “but I have a boyfriend.” The waiter nodded. “It’s a shame he’s not here. Maybe he could give that jerk at your table a lesson on manners.”

“It wouldn’t help,” she said as Eric re-entered the hallway a little too soon. “Some people are just assholes and can’t be helped.” She made sure to look directly at him as she said it, but he had no reaction as he passed.

“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me,” the waiter smiled at her as he took his leave.

Faith returned to the table to find it all but deserted. Only Eric sat at one end, watching the dance floor as though he didn’t see her. Tired of the game, she decided to call it a night. After signaling to Sarah that she was leaving, she gathered her sweater from her chair. The waiter returned to the table to ask if they needed anything else. Coldly, Eric told him they were fine.

Faith reached in her pocket and pulled out the two, one hundred dollar bills Eric dropped onto her that morning. Turning to Eric, she said, “Thanks for dinner Eric.” When she was sure he was looking, she handed the money to the waiter, “I’ll get the tip.” Both Eric’s and the waiter’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. She could have sworn that Eric’s face turned a little grey with the exchange, while the waiter looked like he might faint from happiness.

“See you tomorrow,” she said as she left the table, only slightly regretting the expensive message. She really needed the cash, but the look on Eric’s face was worth it.
Money well spent
, she decided as she walked out the door.

***

"What the hell is your problem?" Sarah asked, taking the seat next to Eric's." I've never seen you treat anyone that way, least of all a woman. You're the 'nice guy,' or, at least that's what I've always thought about you."

He was ashamed of his behavior, once again, and could feel the blood rushing to his face as Sarah questioned him.
Yeah, dumbass, what is your problem?
He took a long swig of his beer and continued to hold it in his hand as he set it back on the table, tilting it in a circular motion so that the base of the bottle traced its future spot, the same way his tongue had teased Faith's clit earlier that day. Eric felt his dick go hard and begin to throb. He slammed the bottle into place.

"I don't know why. She just rubs me the wrong way, and don't act like I'm the only one to blame here; she's a nasty bitch to me too. You've seen it yourself, plenty of times."

Sarah narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "It's just weird. You're like a different person when she's around; your personality changes."

Eric was well aware of the bizarre transformation Faith brought about, and he was at a loss to explain it. And today, that transformation became even more bizarre. It wasn't just a change in his personality she caused. He now had a physical reaction to her beyond his control, and he hated her for it.