Fighting Faith (6 page)

The comment brought a smile to her lips as she studied his amazing form and rigid penis.

During their last meeting, she'd not had the time to look at him closely; and now, she was mesmerized. Her fingers slid around to the inside of his thighs and inched up until she found his scrotum. She tugged and fondled him as her other hand ran along his length. She took the head of his cock into her mouth. The pre-cum hit her taste buds as she ran her tongue around his head, and she was surprised the taste of him aroused her. Blowjobs were never something she enjoyed, but rather something she endured, and she knew she wasn't very good at them, but after the way Eric made her come so violently and the way her body responded to his touch, she was determined to do her best to make it a blowjob he would remember.

Eric pulled Faith’s hair away from her face as she eased his length into her mouth. Her tongue, it seemed, took on a life of its own, pressing along his sensitive flesh and swirling around to stimulate as much skin as it could reach. She took him in deeply, and was shocked when she felt him hit the back of her throat, and she didn't gag. As his body shuddered and he moaned, Faith was emboldened. She grabbed his ass and pulled him to her forcefully. Eric cried out with a gasp, and she worked harder, twisting her mouth around his length. Her nails bit into his cheeks as she slammed him against her. She felt so powerful, in control, and hot. The sheet beneath her grew wet.

"Oh God, Faith!"

She knew he was close, as he reached out to brace himself on something, but his hands found nothing but her.

She sucked as hard as she could, squeezing her mouth tightly along his dick and forcing him to her one last time. There was no sensation but pleasure as she felt his seed shooting down her throat. Slowly, she eased him back as his body wracked with spasms. Before she released him, he dropped to his knees and his head fell to her lap. Pride filled her as she ran her fingers through his hair and a smile spread across her face.
Mission accomplished
.

It took several minutes before he could move, and even then, it was only to turn his head to look up at her through his panting. "That was fucking amazing," he finally managed.

***

It felt like she'd sucked every ounce of energy right out of him. He collapsed to the floor before the intense spasms of his climax ended, his head coming to rest in Faith's lap. Finding her naked in his bed was eerily similar to his recent fantasies, only those didn’t include such an explosive orgasm, one even more powerful than he experienced on their first encounter. Sally, he knew, was a wasted effort, but he felt he had to at least try to move beyond his recent obsession with this woman who had just left him powerless, and at the time, he didn't care who he drug home, as long as it was a woman.

Now he had to deal with the embarrassment of Faith seeing that effort. Although he was grateful to end up feeling this way, with his head in her lap, it also pissed him off she now knew how desperate he'd become. He also couldn't believe he'd come right out and demanded a blowjob! It made him feel like an arrogant prick.
What the hell do I care what she thinks? She's
nothing more than a good lay, you idiot, and you're gonna keep it that way.

A good lay he'd do anything to keep, he had to admit as her fingers wound through his hair and his strength returned. Jesus, just the smell of her turned him on. He rose to his knees and looked at her, but quickly looked away, afraid she might see the need and desire in his eyes. As brief a glimpse as it was, he saw the same in hers. He focused, instead, on the luscious body in front of him, her supple breasts at his eye level, the same ones that hid beneath her wet t-shirt in the rain earlier that day. The moment he touched her, they puckered in response and Faith inhaled deeply. One nipple he pinched with his fingers and the other he pulled between his lips.

With his hips and free hand, he spread her legs. He ran a finger along the inside of her thigh to her pussy; she was wet in anticipation of his touch. Faith shuddered and expelled her breath in jagged increments as he found her clit and massaged it with his fingertip.

The lights of the room flickered as lightning cracked nearby. He pushed a finger inside her and watched in fascination as her clenching stomach muscles matched the constricting around his finger.

"Do you like that?" he asked when she gasped and writhed under his touch. She nodded, so he pushed a second finger inside and pressed his thumb against her clit. Her hips rocked against his hand and her insides tightly clamped around his fingers as he twisted them in and out.

Eric was fully erect now as he stretched to suck her earlobe into his mouth. Faith grabbed the sheet on either side of her and pulled it taught in her fists.

"Ah, yes, I… I'm coming!"

The contractions of her climax around his fingers kept time with her moans. Watching her come made him dizzy with his own need, but he couldn't get enough of the sight of her in ecstasy. He pressed her down to the bed with his open hand, then grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to the edge. With one hand on each of her thighs, he lifted and spread them wide. Saliva involuntarily flooded his mouth as her delicate folds opened before him. Her sex still throbbed from her orgasm when he pressed his tongue to her clit and returned his fingers into her depths.

Faith rose to her elbows and panted, "If we're keeping score, I don't think I can keep up."

"Fuck the score," he mumbled against her mound. She lay back down as the storm outside intensified and he worked his tongue over and around her engorged clitoris. The air was electric— he could feel it as her hips bucked and he sucked the little nub with more fervor, locking it between his teeth so it couldn't escape his tonguing. Faith whimpered as his fingers arched and twisted inside her and he sucked her hard, her thighs slammed shut around his head and her eyes rolled back, her cry silenced as she struggled for breath. Eric pulled his fingers away and spread her legs wide again to lap the juices streaming from her pulsating opening.

Crawling out of the pants around his ankles and onto the bed, he circled around behind her, and reached under her arms to pull her up. Once she was on her knees, Eric guided her over the mattress to the head of the bed. From behind, he grabbed her hands and splayed them against the wall. He held her weakened body upright with his own. His dick throbbed against the crack of her ass as he kissed a path along her shoulders. A shudder rippled across her skin as his lips reached the nape of her neck. He released his hold on her hands to take her by the hips, and she let them drop to the headboard. Briefly releasing her hips, he grabbed her wrists and slammed them back up against the wall. When he let her go again, she kept her hands in place. "Good girl," he said, as he began a journey with his tongue from her neck, creeping down her back.

Goosebumps covered her skin at the long, wet stroke down her spine.

He smoothed over the curves of her ass with his hands, wondering at the effect of her soft skin on his own body. The electricity in the air wasn't just from the storm raging outside, he knew. It was a power he could feel before he even touched her, like a magnetic force field pulling at him. The force pulled his lips to the delicate flesh, and he covered the swell of her cheeks with soft kisses.

Faith whimpered at his light touch as he eased his hands to her midriff, brushing up and over her peaked nipples while his tongue retraced its path up her back. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. Lightning crashed nearby, and the lights flickered and died as he eased his fingers back down to her wet slit. He swirled his finger around her clit as his free hand guided his throbbing cock to her opening. It was all he could do not to slam into her full force, but he knew he'd come too fast, so he eased in, one blissfully painful inch at a time. He felt her hands drop from the wall as she gasped. His own hands reached for the headboard to find hers, and when he had them, he lifted them back to the wall and held them there. The room flashed white light through the window intermittently as he inched inside, and back away. Her hips bucked against him to speed up the pace. He released his hold from one of her hands and slapped her ass.

"Stop," he whispered in her ear.

Her breath hitched, but she did stop, so he reached around between her legs to tease her as his dick slowly pistoned in and out. When he thought he had the control, he increased his velocity. Her moan turned to a low growl as he established a solid rhythm. The steady sound of rain became thunderous as hail began to hammer the roof. He could barely hear her gasps as he plunged into her, over, and over, harder and harder. In his fervor, he slipped out. He quickly repositioned and rammed back inside.

That's when he heard her scream over the deafening hail. The grip of her around him was suddenly much tighter. He'd missed the mark, yet he kept pumping even as she cried out. He couldn't stop. He was so close, it felt so good, his heart raced. He couldn't stop. One hand continued to jack her clit while he used the other to impale her with his fingers. The room flashed white and he saw she still desperately clung to the wall. A tear rolled down her cheek as his orgasm hit him hard.

"Oh, oh, f-u-c-k!" he cried out. He felt her flesh begin to spasm and her nectar soon coated his fingers. She'd come as hard as he had, but when the light flashed again, he saw her tears still fell. It hit him that he’d pretty much just raped her again. He fell back onto the bed, wracked with guilt, yet melting in pleasure.

Faith scrambled off the bed as quickly as she could and started searching around for her clothes in the pitch black of the room. He could barely hear her soft sobbing. "Faith, I'm so sorry," he pleaded. He heard a crash in the corner and the room lit briefly enough for him to see her perched on the floor under a table, holding her head. Blindly, he crawled to the spot where she had been, but found only air and the table.

"Faith, please, I'm sorry— I don't know what came over me." He didn't hear or see the door open, but he heard it slam shut. He stumbled to the door and opened it behind her. The eerie sky lit up once more and he saw her running through the hail, naked and grasping her clothes.

Eric closed the door and returned to his bed. He sat with his head in his hands and waited for the police.

***

The bath water cooled too quickly and the water heater couldn't keep up with her chills, or the bruises covering her body in need of the soothing heat. It was stupid, she knew, to run into the storm the way she did. Though the hailstones were only marble sized, they pounded her mercilessly as she ran to her car without protection. Her mind raced as she drove; part in prayer she wouldn't get pulled over or wreck in the deep hail, only to get busted driving naked, and part trying to piece together the blazing encounter she fled with such haste.

Reluctantly, she pulled the stop on the tub and grabbed a towel from the rack. Her skin protested against the soft fabric as she dried herself. Despite the warmth of the air after the storm’s passing, she wrapped herself in her comforter, and lay on her bed, hoping that sleep would soon take her and rescue her from her internal bafflement.
Think of something else,
anything else. Think of the rainbow you saw earlier
. She thought of the rainbow, and Eric interrupted her scrutiny of the great arc to announce that he would get her camera for her; at least, that's how it played in her memory.
Okay, something else, a happy thought from the days
before he came along
. In her mind, she was suddenly on her head as he feasted on her flesh.

No matter what memory she conjured, Eric forced his way into her thoughts, just as he had forced his way into her virginal ass. Why had her body betrayed her? Through the searing pain of his attack, she had come anyway, and come hard. Did she suddenly have a fetish for rough sex and pain, or did it have more to do with the man who took his pleasure by causing her pain?
Stop it! It wasn't as if he meant to do it, at least, not at first
. Maybe he didn't hear her protest over the noise of the storm.
No, he knew, otherwise, why would he bother to apologize?

The only thing she knew for sure was that he was not good for her; in fact, he was dangerous.
I
can't give into him anymore, no matter what
.
It was stupid to go there in the first place
. She knew, however, she wouldn't change it, even if she could.

The sound of knocking woke her— someone at the door. It was early morning, judging by the light. Slowly, she rose from her bed. Every movement brought the sting of pain to her senses. She grabbed her robe from its hook on the door and stumbled into the living room, but stopped short when she saw her reflection in the mirror over the couch. There was no way she would answer the door; bruises covered her and dark circles rimmed her puffy eyes. The knocking didn't stop.

"Faith?" It was Eric. "Faith, I know you're in there. You don't have to let me in, I don't expect you to."

She tiptoed to the window just down from the door and gently eased the curtain back to get a view of him. The same dark circles dressed his eyes, and he appeared disheveled.

"I just…" from the window, Faith heard and saw his forehead hit the door, "I need you to know how sorry I am. I don't know why I did that; I can't even imagine myself doing that." He rested his hands against the door on either side of his head. The position brought back a memory and her pulse raced. He stood there without speaking, his breathing labored.

Finally, he pushed himself away from the door and bent to the ground. "I'm leaving. I set your cell phone here by the door." He stood up straight and added, "I think we should stay away from each other Faith, at least, as much as we can."

He turned to leave, but before he reached the steps, he stopped. Faith waited to see what he would do. His shoulders slumped forward, his head dropped, and he took a deep breath. "If you want to press charges…I wouldn't blame you. And I won't fight it." He ran up the steps and through the gate.

Press charges? Is he insane?
The thought made her laugh out loud.
Oh my God, he's
completely lost it.
She started to wonder; were there grounds for her to go to the police?
Okay,
let's see if you can get your story straight: you broke into the man's house, planted yourself in his
bed, naked, passed yourself off as his wife to a guest in his home, seduced him, and then got
pissy when things got a little rougher than you're accustomed to.
Yeah, the cops would be all over that. She laughed again and went to the door to retrieve her phone.