Seducing Peaches (17 page)

     
Instead she asked Mark.  All he would tell her was today was a day that they didn’t talk about.  She didn’t question it further with him, but it did cause her curiosity to spike.  Someday maybe he would tell me.

      
After quite the exhausting day, and then dancing with Michelle at the club for a couple of hours.  She was done.  She wanted to sleep.  She thought quitting her second job would allow her more time to get rest.  Tonight she was getting it.  By the time she got in bed, it was 8:30pm.  Considerably early for her, but she had so hoped for sooner.  Going to sleep was easy.  Almost instant.

      
Suddenly there was an arm over her.  She couldn’t move, she couldn’t talk, she couldn’t do anything.  She felt the shifting of a body behind her.  His breath on her ear. 
It’s Tom.  I know the smell.  The wonderful smell.  What is he doing in my bed?
  Still, she couldn’t move. 

      
His hand was grazing her arm, up and down gently.  She couldn’t take it.  “Tom, what are you doing?”  He didn’t answer right away.  He continued to caress her.  She felt her insides stirring with a craving she was becoming all too familiar with.  His touch only made her want him in places she didn’t even know she had feeling in. 

      
His hand traveled to her neck.  She battled to breath.  His hand lightly touching her neck, her chest.  Disappointment when his fingertip disappeared from her bare skin to the touch her t shirt.  She wanted to feel him on her naked skin. 

      
He continued his cruelty.  Torture that was causing her body to immerse into flames. She hungered for him now.  She tried to turn over to face him but he stopped her.   He finger tipped his way to her breast causing her nipple to stand vertical begging for more of his touch.  He pulled and coiled at it sending shocks through her body. 

      
His hand moved lower to her sweats. To her thighs.  To the center of her fire.  He rubbed softly and she found herself opening her legs to him giving him more access.  He circled and rounded.  She whimpered and felt his breathing becoming just as tachypneic as hers.               

      
Something was building in her.  She wanted him in her.  She wanted his touch deeper inside her.  Now!!!!!!!  She stirred to meet his hand, to feel his touch harder.  He breaks. 
What!!!!!  No, don’t stop.
 

      
She scuffled to turn over.  But again he stopped.  She felt him shifting and then his touch.  His fingers were moving down below, under her sweats, to her clitoris.  She moaned again and heard him groan. She struggled for relief.  She wanted, no needed to feel release. 

      
Tingling took ownership of her body and with one dominant mind gusting explosive release,  tingles rushed through her body.  She lay there in his arms and relished the feeling of ecstasy. 

      
His body shifted again, this time he was on top of her.  His lips found hers.  He moved his mouth from hers and she urged for them to return.  He kissed neck, ear, down chest to the bottom of her t shirt and then back up kissing her unembellished skin.  He sat up pulling her up with him and lifted her shirt up but keeping it around her arms.  Unclipping her bra releasing her breast there for his mouth to taunt. 

      
The feeling of something soft and cold suddenly made her stiffen.  “Do you trust me Lois?”

     
“Yes, I trust you.”  Words came out of her mouth easily as he relaxed and let her body feel the new exotic touch.  He rubbed the cool object over each nipple and then down her abdomen to her very sensitive nub that jerked when he touched.

      
His teeth bit at her nipples causing her ache but an intense pleasure to, prompting her to cry out for more.  “Do you like that?”  His voice was raspy.  She didn’t answer only arched her back up to him pleading him for more as he continued rubbing her clit.  Again, he asked.  “Tell me, do you like that?”  His touch stopped.

      
She reached for his head trying to pull his head back to her chest.  He pulled back.  “Ok, yes I like it.” 

     
“Good.  See that wasn’t so bad.”  He rewarded her answer with his mouth on her chest again.  She could feel his formation pressing against her leg. 

     
“Open your mouth Lois.”  Lois hesitated only momentarily before a familiar taste was on her tongue.  Peach.  Fresh peach with a hint of salt.  She tasted and swallowed, moaning her approval.

     
“You taste as good as this peach.”  And then she knew.  It was the peach that he had rubbed on her.  She didn’t have time to react before his mouth was back on her nipples sucking the juice the peach had left behind.

      
His tongue lapped from her nipples down to her swollen, achy clit, sucking all the juice from her.  It didn’t take her but a millisecond before she tightened, moaning his name.  Then she felt his touch leave.  But she couldn’t do anything.  Her body still tight and quivering from the orgasm that he had just given her.

      
She could hear a package rumbling and then he was back on her.  He placed his legs between hers pushing her apart and all at once he sealed her insides.  She jolted backwards up the bed.   Crying out as the burn and pinch she was feeling took over her senses.

     
“Why didn’t you tell me?”  His voice was heavy and demanding, scolding her almost.

      
She couldn’t answer him the way that she knew he wanted.  “I don’t know.”

     
“You should of!”  Suddenly tears sprang to her eyes, but not from the sting and burn from him in her, but from the way he was speaking to her.  He was pissed.

     
“I didn’t ask you to come to my bed to begin with and I sure didn’t ask you to touch me.  I haven’t asked to you do jack shit.  Why would I tell you?  I was too busy answering all of the other questions you drilled during interrogation time.”  She yelled back.  She pushed against his chest trying to move him from her.

      
He was quiet and moved slightly causing her to flinch. Almost as like he was punishing her . He stopped.  “If you would have told me, this could have been different.  Now you just have to deal with it.  It’s too late to take it back.  I wish you would have told me.”  And he was moving again.  Forcefully.  Too much pain, this wasn’t what she wanted.

      
She was crying now.  She couldn’t hide it anymore.  She wanted this to end.  The pain she was feeling wasn’t just from him filling her.  It was from the way he reacted. 

     
“It’s ok, hang in there, it’s about to get all better.”  She was biting down on her own knuckle.

      
She opened her mouth to say stop but something stirred.  This feeling was changing.  Changing rapidly.  She was breathing heavier.  Lifting her legs to wrap around his waist.  He forced himself harder into her.  Again she cringed but he didn’t stop.   He moved faster and more rapidly inside her.  She felt him touching her deeper and harder. 

      
She moaned out abruptly as she found her release.  He fell down on top of her as he found his.  He didn’t stay there long as he rolled off of her staring at the ceiling.  She could hear him breathing heavy. 
What have I just done?  What did I allow myself to do?

      
She didn’t know what to expect after they finally made love.  But she was sure of one thing.  They hadn’t made love tonight at all.  He fucked her.  He fucked her and left her feeling like she was another notch in his belt.  She didn’t say anything.  She rolled over, and silently allowed the tears to fall from her cheeks.

      
She roused at the sound of the alarm.  She slapped the snooze button as she normally did and closed her eyes.  She thought of last night.  She stayed still and slowly slid her leg towards the other side of the bed. She felt the soreness left behind.

      
It was empty.  She breathed a sigh of relief and mixed with bitter sadness. It was just as she had thought last night.  She shut the alarm completely off and raised up.  She was very sore.  She thought of the details of last night as she stood and then seen the streaks of blood left on the sheets.  There was a foil lying on the floor.  She picked it up.  Condom. 
He couldn’t even pick up his shit before he left.

      
She looked at the marks on her body.  Hickeys on her breast, her chest, navel, clavicle.  She looked like she had gotten the shit beat out of her.  Too bad it was her heart that took the beaten.

      
She stripped the sheets off her bed bundled them in her hands and turned.  He was standing there.  His skin was still damp from the shower.  His muscles rippled down his abdomen.  Drops of water drizzled down his smooth chest.  She dropped the blankets.

      
She watched as he slowly and cautiously walked towards her.  He reached up and tenderly wiped away the tears that sat on her cheeks.  She opened her mouth to say something, but her mind went blank.  His lips caressed hers.  And then he kissed her tenderly.

     
“Good morning to you to.”  He smiled back at her.  She realized she was wearing nothing.  She reached down and grabbed the sheet wrapping herself in it and practically ran by him to the shower
.  Oh my god.  I didn’t.  He treated me like shit. 

      
She knew he was going to say something about it.  She didn’t want to answer him.  She couldn’t answer him.  It’s just that she was so mortified by this entire thing.  And then, really, what does he mean it could have been different if she had told him.  It wasn’t the start, or the middle that bothered her.  It was the ending.

      
The orgasm was good, no great.  But she could have done without the emotional pain and attitude behind it.  Why even bother?  She got the same effect without the pain, without him penetrating and without him hurting her.  She now knew he had been honest with her the entire time.  He had warned her that he would hurt her.

      
She stepped into the shower hoping that when she was finished he would be gone.  Surely he would be.  Why would he stick around? 

      
The hot water felt wonderful on her skin.  She got out and wrapped a towel around her and opened the door.  Slamming it just as quick as she had opened it when she was sure he would be gone. 

     
“Lois, are you ok.”  His voice startled her.  She fought the urge to keep from crying.  How could he ask her that? 

      
She heard the door knob turn but she didn’t reach it in time.  “I’m coming in.” 

     
“No. I mean, I’m coming out.”  She gripped the towel firmly and with her head down she raced out going to her closet. She quickly grabbed some clothing and returned to the bathroom never looking at him. 

      
This time latching the door.  Quickly dressed and took a deep breath and opened the door.  She walked to the living room grabbed his keys and walked back to the bedroom.  He was standing there rubbing his head.  Still wearing only a towel.

     
“Here’s your keys.  Your pants are on the chair.”  She was quick with her words. 

     
“Lois, about last night….”

     
“No, don’t worry about it.  It’s nothing.”   But it was something.  She couldn’t believe she had just said that. 

     
“So I guess I will see you at the office then?”

     
“Yep.” 

      
She watched him dress and leave thankful that he had. She was humiliated.   By his actions. By her actions.  If she could take it back, she would.

*****

      
She quickly walked by his door and darted into her office.  She was running late.  She had procrastinated and now she was there.  But she had decided she would stay hid behind her glass all day.

      
Shit, coffee. She raced over to the door and opened it quickly Mark and Tom were standing there.  She shut the door quietly but suddenly heard her name and cracked the door to listen. 

     
“I don’t believe this one.  A new record.  You brought her to work her first day, you take her home, and you invite her to your house for the charity dinner and just when I thought it might turn out ok you run her off.  I can only assume you have slept with her.  I purposely filled that position with someone totally opposite of you and who you date.  It’s useless.  I’m going to spend my days at this company with the only legacy to leave behind is how I am able to fill Tom's favorite past time with any woman. Can't you just call in a call girl, or get a friend with benefits.” 

     
“Back up a minute.  What are you talking about?”

     
“I’m talking about you and Lois.  You know, you shouldn’t have touched this one.  You’re going to wind up hurt someday.  I see the way you look at her.  Do you love her?”

     
“No, absolutely not.”

     
“Really, are you sure, cuz if you don’t let it go before you hurt her, you will be.”