Fighting Faith (8 page)

Eric sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. “So, let me see your friend,” he said, as he tossed the shirt to the floor.

She didn’t know what he was talking about until he reached across and pulled the forgotten vibrator from her hand. He studied the object carefully, feeling its shape by sliding his fingers down and around it, smelling it, pushing the buttons that made it whir to life. “Is this supposed to be me?” he asked as he silenced the device and rubbed it against her cheek.

“Mm hmm.” Faith didn’t trust her voice to answer. Even her mumbled response shook with excitement.

He brought it to her lips. “Lick it.” She did. She licked the realistic phallus around its head while Eric leaned down to suck her nipple into his mouth, watching her tongue work. He never took his eyes off it as he eased the soft, plastic cock between her lips. His breath hissed through his teeth, as though it was his own penis entering her mouth. The cool air he pulled into his lungs swirled around the bud he held in his mouth, and she moaned as he pushed the toy deeper.

“Ooh. I think he’s ready.” He pulled it from her mouth and gave her nipple a kiss goodbye before maneuvering himself so that his head was over her hips and his knees grazed her headboard. He pried her bent knees apart to make room for his games. When she was spread wide, he brought the toy to her folds, rubbing it up and down along her cleft.

Eric turned to face her. “He says you’re very wet and he can’t wait to fuck you.” This playful side of Eric was quickly growing on her, and her heart raced as the object he pressed against her pussy buzzed to life. First, he held it to her clit, circling it lightly before easing it down to her opening and slipping it in part way. He removed it and brought it back to her clit. Faith gritted her teeth against the pleasure the vibrations sent through her body. In her peripheral vision, she saw the bulge in Eric’s jeans as he lay on his side. She reached over and undid the button and zipper, setting him free. As she grasped his erection in her hand, he shoved the vibrator inside her again. She tried to push against it, but he quickly removed it and sent it wandering again, on and around her clit, back to her opening, teasing it with a little circular motion, and then, he moved it back and pressed it against the rosette of her ass.

Faith gasped in surprise, but bursts of pleasure shot through her body and she involuntarily cried out. “Bad vibrator!” Eric said, bringing the humming device up to his face.

“Bad boy! You don’t go there!”

“It felt good,” she said, giggling and fisting his shaft. Was that the message she wanted to give him? Permission to fuck her in the ass?

“Vibrators don’t go there,” he repeated. “Only Eric can go there, and only with permission.” He returned the humming phallus to her pussy, picking up where he left off.

Not long after, Faith couldn’t stand the teasing anymore, and her hips squirmed from side to side. Eric looked at her and cocked his head. “He wants to know if you’re ready?” Without waiting for a reply, he shoved it inside and switched the speed to ‘high.’ Shocked by the sudden change of gears, she yanked his cock, too hard she was afraid, but Eric thrust into her hands just as he thrust the vibrator back inside her. A flick of a switch and he activated the pulsating pearls at the base of the device. They ground around inside her, massaging the sensitive spot that would push her over the edge. Her scream caught in her throat as she felt lips and tongue return to her clit. When she found her voice, it was a mixture of shrieks of delight and laughter.

Every nerve in her body cried out— she was at a point of ecstasy she’d never experienced. It was almost too much to take, and Eric had to brace his forearm across her abdomen to keep her from bucking away. She felt like she was shot from a cannon, her body flying through the air, close to exploding as he sucked her and her walls strained against the gyrating beads. Then, the inevitable explosion came. Every spark of energy in her body converged in her vagina and burst out into the universe.

Her mind was in a haze— the vibrator had to have shot across the room in the explosion, and Eric must have been injured because she heard wailing. As soon as she could move beyond her reverberations, she pushed herself up onto her elbows to survey the damage. Eric looked up from between her legs with a smug grin and lifted the lifeless vibrator for her to see. The echoing wails persisted, though it was now shorter bursts, much less like the shrieking howls of just moments before. Her consciousness and the room around her began to reconnect, and the closer they came, the more obvious it was that the noises belonged to her.

Eric tossed the toy over his shoulder and rose to remove his pants. “My turn.” In the meantime, all Faith could do was knead the bed with her fingers and toes, her nerves still too raw to have any command over her body. Her knees knocked together of their own accord, forcing the remaining aftershocks to leave her body. With one hand on each knee, Eric spread her legs wide, running his hands down her thighs. Her sensitized skin ignited with his touch, every cell he brushed, sending a searing message of need to her brain. His probing thumbs ran along her lips, pulling them apart in the slow passing, the gradual journey up her torso.
Why
is he going so slow? Doesn’t he know I’m on fire?

He came to rest on his elbows, touching her breasts now, pushing them into peaked domes atop her chest. His gazed locked her eyes as his tongue circled a nipple before pulling it between his lips. Charged jolts shot through her core as he teased the bud, shortly abandoning it to lick down the steep decline of her breast his clutch created, and up to the other nipple, repeating the game until both stood erect, pointing at the ceiling, awaiting his next move. He blew the wet soldier and Faith released the air from her lungs. Gasping and panting, she begged him, “Please.”

He gave her one last lick before positioning himself between her legs. One hand slid under her ass to raise her hips. Her fingers found his erection and guided it to her, one of them escorting him inside at the top of her opening.

“Oh fuck, Faith,” he breathed as his length slid beyond the reach of her finger. She pressed the tip against her g-spot, so that with every thrust of his penis, it pressed hard against the sensitive tissue. It swelled beneath her finger as Eric sucked the flesh on her neck between his lips sliding up and down her vein, sucking, licking, kissing, nipping at her ear. She removed her finger and grabbed his ass, feeling his muscles flex, and pulling him to her as he slammed away. Her legs joined in the assault, locking around him and forcing him deeper, harder, faster.

Faith pulled his head to hers, their foreheads butting against one another, noses touching, eyes locked, stealing each other’s breath— straining to and away from each other until it hit.

Together they crested, their cries joining into one melodic ballad of rapture as Faith arched her body into his, encasing him in her arms for the first time. Sweat drenched them, and when Eric fell onto her in exhaustion, his body slipped through her arms, away to the side. He followed the momentum until he lay next to her on his back. Neither spoke, both panting to catch their breath.

After a time, Eric shook his head. “Oh. Fuck. Me.”

“I think I just did ,” Faith giggled and let her arm fall across his chest.

He grinned to the ceiling, and then turned to face her, his expression more serious. “I’m not staying the night.”

Rolling away, she smiled and said, “You weren’t invited.”

Squinting against the setting sun, Eric pulled his car onto the busy city thoroughfare. His passenger lit a cigarette, and asked, “So, explain to me why we can’t go out?”

“Van, don’t smoke in my car.” He rolled the window down, expecting Van to toss it.

“I’ll hold it out the window,” he said, stretching his arm as far outside as he could. When Eric scowled in reply, he said, “Come on. I couldn’t smoke on the plane, and I expected to have at least a few minutes in the parking lot. I didn’t think you’d be waiting for me right outside the damn terminal.” He pulled his arm inside, took a deep drag, and stuck his arm back out the window, followed by his head and upper torso. “See? You won’t even notice.” Eric grabbed him by the pants and pulled him back inside. “I see you’re still a lunatic.

Glad to see the city didn’t steal that away from you.”

“Never! Anyway, where the hell are we going?”

“We’re going to the videographer’s house to watch some of the footage she’s put together from the last few months.” He readjusted the visor, as though pulling on it would make it longer and block the low-lying sun. “Trust me— if I could get out of it, I would. Going out on the town with you is much more appealing than going to her house.”

“I take it you don’t like her?”

“Not especially,” Eric said with a sigh.

“Then why are you working with her?”

Eric shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. “Because she’s good at what she does and she cut us a deal. The fact she’s the wicked witch of the west is just the price I have to pay.” A fancy German car cut in front of him, and he slammed on the brakes, honking his horn. “I’ll get us out of there as quick as I can. Then we can go out.”

“Yeah,” Van said, taking a final drag from his cigarette before tossing it out the window.

“I’ve been looking forward to getting some home-grown pussy again.” Eric glanced at him and shook his head. Same old Van. The man resembled the singer he was named after— Van Morrison— short, chubby, and beginning to lose his hair, but damned if the guy couldn’t charm a girl into bed every time. “I don’t know how you do it.” Van licked his fingers and smoothed the hair at his temples. “It’s a gift.”

“You got that right.”

They parked behind Jose’s little red box of a car. Eric led the way through the gate and down the steps to Faith’s deck. The patio door was open, and Sarah and the guys were standing around in the kitchen watching Faith set out bowls, spoons, and napkins for chili. The spicy aroma was heavy. Eric’s stomach growled.

Sarah squealed when she saw Van, and ran to him, her arms wide. “Oh my God! I was so happy when Eric told me you were coming home to visit.” He rocked her from side to side. “Hey, sweetie. I’ve missed you too.” Sarah kissed his cheek a few times before she released him to the rest of the group. When Van finished his rounds, he came to Faith.

“Well hello there, sweetness. And who might you be?”

She laughed at his corniness and offered her hand for him to shake. “I’m Faith. This is my house.”

He kissed the back of her hand and looked at Eric. “The videographer?”

“That’s me, and I
know
who you are. You’re trouble,” she said, blushing at Van’s smooches.

“The way Eric described you, I thought you were an old lady. And green.” Van and Faith both looked to Eric, whose face burned red. Van turned back to her. “But you are just a luscious piece of candy. I’d love to suck you between my lips and pet you with my tongue.” Faith’s eyes increased in size as everyone snickered at his remark. Pushing Van away, Eric said, “And that’s why I told you she was an old lady and green— so you wouldn’t walk in here drooling with your tongue dragging on the ground.” She eyed them both suspiciously, and then turned back to the kitchen. “There’s beer in the fridge if you guys want some.”

“I’ll have one. Thank you, ma’am.” Van licked his lips as she walked away.

“I’ll grab it,” Eric said, crossing the kitchen and opening the door of the refrigerator.

Faith grabbed a bowl of grated cheese from the counter behind him. When Eric stood and turned around, one of the two beers in his hand started to slip away. The can barely left his grasp when his other hand swiped it from the air, but his pendulum-like momentum kept his hand moving, until it reached Faith and her bowl of cheese. He hit it so hard, the bowl flipped into the air, showering them both with grated cheese.

She glared up at him as the bowl hit the side of the counter and shattered, sending glass everywhere. “Nice,” she said.

Eric squeezed his eyes shut, as though that might undo the damage.

“Did you just knock that out of her hands?” Sarah asked.

Eric shook his head vehemently. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Jeez Eric, way to go,” Tim said.

“I swear it was an accident! Why would you tell me to get in the fridge, and then stand over the top of me when I do it?” He glared at her.

Faith shook her head and pushed him away toward the others. “You guys go ahead and dish up. I’ll clean this up.”

“If you want help, I’ll help,” Eric said over his shoulder.

Faith still shook her head, obviously pissed. “Just go.” Sarah walked over to where Faith squatted, picking up the larger pieces of glass. “At least let
me
help.”

“No, really. You guys dish up and go ahead into the living room.” She looked at Jose.

“Will you get the DVD set up?”

He nodded as he sprinkled onions in his bowl. “Sure. Where is it?”

“It’s on top of the entertainment center, the case labeled Utopian.” They left Faith alone to clean the mess. Eric was the last to go, hoping she’d command him to get down there with her, on his knees. Reluctantly, he followed the others into the living room, beer in one hand, chili in the other.

“In case you haven’t noticed, Faith and Eric don’t get along,” Sarah was telling Van, who sat next to her on the couch.

“Really?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose!”

“They fight every time we get together.” Sarah continued.

“Why?”

“Who knows?”

Eric didn’t say anything to refute the information. How could he? It was true.

Jose leaned over and yelled into the other room, “Should I go ahead and start it?”

“Yeah,” Faith called back. “Don’t wait for me. I’ll be there in a minute.

Jose pointed the remote at the TV. Within a moment, the big screen came to life, and they all stared, open-mouthed as Faith’s naked ass appeared. She sat atop a man, bouncing up and down on his dick. From the angle, it was impossible to see the man’s face, but there was no mistaking Faith, with her long hair and the small owl tattoo at the base of her spine.