What a jerk

A Thursday

I haven’t seen Chris in days. He didn’t show up at our apartment, and I was glad about that. I didn’t want to see him. Scott’s been weird as well. Maybe Chris told him about our fight in the car. I don’t care. In my opinion, he acted like a jerk, and no matter what, I was still mad at him. I wasn’t home much either. I worked long hours; I went out with co-workers, anything to avoid bumping into Chris while he might come to see Scott.

I come home after another long day at the office. I am kind of relieved to find a note from Scott, saying that he was out for dinner with a friend. At least I will have some time for myself. I take a long shower. I can’t wait to jump on the couch with a good book. And of course, as soon as I am snuggled down, there’s a knock on the door. Can I just ignore it? I am just gonna ignore it.

The knocking does not stop. I roll my eyes and get up. So much for a quiet evening. I drag myself to the door and look through the peephole. Well how fantastic – it’s Chris. Shit. What am I gonna do? Man up. What’s he gonna do? He’s probably gonna leave anyway if I tell him that Scott isn’t at home.

I open the door and he gives me a grumpy look. Then he rushes in and lets himself fall onto the couch. “I gotta talk to you missy” he sharply says and points at me. “What?” I reply still holding the door open. “About what?”

“About the way you acted on Saturday!” he says. “The way I acted?” I yell at him, slamming the door. That guy has nerves. “You acted like a bitch, and you know it!” he hisses at me. My jaw drops. “I am sorry if it was inconvenient for you to bring me home, but you could have said no. Nobody forced you to do it.” He leans back and folds his arms in front of his chest. Wow. You gotta be kidding me. I don’t know what to say to that. This guy is clueless.

“I acted like a bitch? Really?” I wanna slap him across the face, the way he is sitting there, so full of himself. “Well, how would you like it if I called you to bring me home, and then you’d have to watch me being all over a guy on your backseat? Do you know how this made me feel?” I swallow.

Whatever. I am just gonna tell him everything now. Everything I always wanted to tell him. “Do you know how it makes me feel every single time, to see you with these stupid girls you take home to fuck, Chris? And you have the nerve to call me a bitch! I can’t believe it!” I shout at him.

He rushes up and stands in front of me, our eyes locked. “What the fuck is your problem? Why do you care about that, huh? It’s not like you care much about me!” he bawls back at me.

I stare at him. “I do care…” I yell… “…about you.” I whisper. I wanna turn around and leave, there, I said it. We gaze at each other. You could feel the tension between us right now. We stand there for only a few seconds I am sure, but it feels like hours.

“Come here” he suddenly says, grabs the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss. Wow. I didn’t expect this. He forces his tongue into my mouth, and I give in. I grab his waist, pulling him closer, while our kiss gets more passionate. He has my hair in a tight grip, his other hand around my waist. I push my hips against his and pull on his shirt. I want him. So bad. Right here. Right now. We interrupt our kiss quickly, just to gaze into each others eyes, and then his lips are back on mine. We stumble over to the couch and he pushes me down onto it. Again, he interrupts our kiss to take his shirt off. He grabs mine and pushes it up, leaning down to kiss my belly. I sit up a bit to take it off. I open my bra and take that off as well. I pull him up to kiss him, my hands reaching down to his belt. I open his jeans and let my hand slide inside. He is hard as a rock. My god what are we doing?

I push his pants and boxers down. He grabs my sweatpants and pulls them down, my panties follow. I am naked now, I am all his. He starts kissing my neck, and I grab his hair to pull him closer. This is what I have dreamed of. For so long. And now we are here, making out on the couch. “I want you so bad” he breathes into my ear.

“Then take me” I whisper back and without a warning he shoves into me.

It drives me wild. I scratch my nails into his back as he is moving inside me. Slowly first, but as he gets more excited he pushes harder and faster. I suck on his earlobe, biting it gently. He moans, moves his head away, then kisses and sucks on my neck. Moves up again. He kisses me hard. His hand slides down on my neck, on my throat. He interrupts our kiss and rests his forehead on mine. We stare into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily, as he keeps fucking me, slower again, his grip around my throat tightening. “Do you like that, tell me” he whispers, but I can barely talk, so I just nod and mourn. I love it. I love him taking me rough. His movements become faster again and he buries his face in my neck. His other hand slides down to my clit, rubbing it, he is trying to get me off.

And it doesn’t take long. This is too hot, and I can’t hold back my orgasm any longer. I moan in pleasure and pain as I come hard. He lets out a groan as his movements get slower again. We are breathing heavily. His grip around my throat loosens up and his hand grabs my hair again. He looks at me… I am not sure what just happened. A few minutes ago we were yelling at each other, and now here we are, we just fucked on the couch. He gives me a little kiss and sits up, pulling me with him, so that I get so sit on top of him. He hugs me and kisses my neck.

“Don’t think I have never thought about doing that, Megs.” he finally says. I am a bit confused by that. “I did. I did since I almost kissed you. And I wanted to continue were we stopped, really, but not just for a one night stand. Not with you. I only backed off because I felt you thought I was a jerk.”

“Well you are a jerk, Chris.” I reply and smile. He laughs and throws his head back. “Thank you that is really nice to hear” he says. I caress his head and look into his gorgeous blue eyes.

“I didn’t sleep with that girl.” He has a serious look on his face. Wow. “Really?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why I took her home. I guess I was mad at your for ignoring me. But I couldn’t do it. I don’t wanna play games any more.”

I smile and give him a little kiss. “You can be my jerk from now on” I grin. “I’d love to, honey” he says. “No more girls though.” I tell him. “I promise” he whispers, and while kissing again, we sink down on the couch.

THE END