Having Fayth

Party

Blain

I sat on the couch flipping through facebook. The whispers around the party were that Fayth had moved on. She doesn't move on that fast, but I remember saying the same before she got with me. She wouldn't do that to me, would she? Could she really move on in a matter of days from what we had to someone else? My fingers moved of their own volition landing on her profile and then I see it. A picture of her staring deeply into his eyes. His body hovering over hers. His hands on her body, pulling her in. only a moment from colliding and I couldn't take it anymore. I hit the button on the side of my phone turning the screen off and putting it down on the coffee table.

"Fancy seeing you here," a soft familiar voice called to me. I glanced up to meet Sandra's baby blue gaze. She smiled softly before holding out a drink. "You looked like you could use it," she said empathetically, and I gratefully took the red plastic cup she held in offering. Mumbling a 'thanks' I greedily downed half of the dark liquid before returning my vision to her. "So, I didn't see your sister here?" she stated more as a question than an observation, but just like always my jaw clenched at the word 'sister'. I tried to play it cool and shrug it off. "She wasn't invited," my voice sounds hallow and I'm not sure if it's the alcohol or the emotions I'm currently going through. What a time to find out that the girl you're in love with could just forget all about you and move on to the next. Not just the next, but the guy she told you not to worry about. I had thought it was over between them. That she was just using him to fill a void I left, but obviously not. Had they been together without me knowing while we were together? She wouldn't do that to me, but then again, I didn't think she would go back to him at all. I thought she would understand that I had to do this to save her life and the life of my mother. Or I don't know, at least see it was a lie when I said it was a mistake. How could she ever believe that I thought it was a mistake being with her?

I was so deep in thought I didn't notice Sandra had slipped her hand on my leg and was moving it dangerously close to the goods. "Do you want to get out of here?" she asked whispering in my ear. Her breasts pressed against my side. The alcohol was doing its job and my mood wasn't helping my judgment when I tipped her chin with my fingers bringing her face closer to mine. "Your place or mine?" Her eyes dilated and darkened a bit before she responded huskily on an exhale, "Follow me."

I followed her up the stairs and into a random bedroom. Her lips were on mine before we opened the door. She tasted of bourbon and honey and for only a second, I questioned my sanity. I felt like I was doing something wrong, but when she fell to her knees flipping the button of my jeans and licking a long slow path from the base to the tip of my cock that thought left my mind. Fayth moved on. She didn't care. Didn't love me. So, what if I buried myself inside someone else. Sandra is a nice girl. She's kind to others. There wasn't anything negative I could say about her other than she isn't Fayth.

That was the thought that moved me to stop her.

But again, when she drew the head into her mouth and sucked me down her throat hitting the back and making her gag, the thought was gone just as fast as it came.

I wrapped my hand in her hair and pushed her head down lower forcing her to take more of me. She hummed in the back of her throat while she bobbed up and down on my pole. My toes curled when he reached up and put her hand around her throat. She grabbed my hand and had me replace hers with my own. I groaned at the pleasure she was bringing me, but I couldn't bring myself to maintain eye contact, and this seemed to bring her disappointment.

She released my member with a pop and stood before me removing her shirt and bra. "Get on the bed," she pointed to the small twin bed I had been staying on at Ren's. Her voice was a sensual growl. It took me a moment to catch what she said. "What?"

She rolled her eyes, and she shimmied out of her jeans, "take off your clothes and get on the bed." I started to take off my shirt when she approached me in all her naked glory and cut the buttons from my shirt in a smooth pass with a small metallic object. "There" she smiled up at me like she had just solved the world's most difficult problem, "now get on the bed."

She pushed me back onto the mattress and climbed on top of me. her lips met mine in a rough dominating kiss just before she sunk down onto my shaft. Buring me deep inside her. My eyes rolled back as she flexed her muscles. She wasn't moving up and down. She was playing some kind of witchcraft on my dick squeezing and releasing with her pelvic muscles and it had my head in a spin. She moaned into my mouth and licked my lips like a possessive animal. I've never had a woman take such control and to say it was a shock to find Sandra is dominant in the bedroom is an understatement. "Mmm you like that, B?" she moaned but the use of the nickname that only Fayth used strikes a match within me.

I grabbed her hips tight and pushed myself up into her listening to her gasp. She giggled as her eyes met mine. "This is going to be interesting," she purred. Her nails raked down my chest as she rode me hard. I continued to thrust into her from below. Deep punishing thrusts. She placed my hand on her throat, returning the favor with her own. Her fingers pressing on my pulse. I quickened my pace feeling her tighten around me. her gasps turning to deep moans of pleasure and my last powerful stroke had her screaming my name.

She came down from her high with a smile on her face. Her thumb ran from my lips down my chin. "I can see why she loved you so much." her eyes locked with mine and I can't help but notice the gleam of jealousy and excitement in her piercing gaze. Before I could make sense of her words, she rocked back on me again. My cock throbbing inside her for release.

"Do you want control, B? Do you want to punish me? Hurt me? Make me scream?" she moaned between biting my bottom lip and capturing my grunts. "Or I could hurt you. Have you begging to fill me up." She smirked against my lips.

She captured my bottom lip in between her teeth pulling back for me to follow. She got on all fours arching her backside up. Her round perky ass calling to me to plant handprints across her skin. The pull wasn't as hard as it was with Fayth. Everything in me called out to her. Everything about her called to me to mark her in anyway possible, but with Sandra it was all physical. I didn't want to claim her to own her body forever. We were killing feelings and I think she knows that. It's animalistic instinct and it was driving my every move when I parted her lush cheeks and spat on her back hole.

She made a comment about me being a "dirty boy" right before she lost her voice to another deep moan. I drowned it out with a growl of my own burying my cock in her tight ass. I fucked her hard all the while she cried out for more. Harder. Faster. Deeper. She wanted everything I could give and then some. She pushed back into me grabbing my hands and tangling them in her hair to push her head into the bed. Her legs started to shake.

I freed one of my hands from her hair, slid it between her and the bed and found her clit slick and dripping with her juices. I strummed her little button until she was left convulsing under me soaking my bed in her release. I pulled out from her prepared to cum on her ass when she turned around on her knees in front of me and opened her mouth. Her tongue sticking out reading to catch my cream. I stroked it furiously trying to fight off the guilt I had bubbling up in my gut. She fluttered her eyelashes at me and dropped her voice to a honey sweet tone. A tone similar to my love bug. "Please, B? Give it to me?"

I came hard closing my eyes picturing Fayth as I have so many times with other women in my life. I opened my eyes looking down at Sandra who had a triumphant smile on her face. She wiped my cum from the corner of her mouth and sucked it off her thumb. As she stood, I looked upon her baffled. She smacked my cheek gently smirking at me. "Good boy. See, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" She laughed lightly and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

I lay on the bed confused with what just happened. Her words started playing in my head over and over as I listened to the water of the shower running.

Her phone dinged with a text alert and curiously I glanced over at the screen.

I picked it up not knowing how to react. What the hell was Axel doing texting Sandra?

The bathroom door opened and Sandra stood in a towel water droplets dripping off her body "You wanna go another round-" she started before she took me in holding her phone.

"Why is Axel asking for a favor and what the hell does it have to do with Fayth?" I growled.