A Dangerous Obsession

Chapter 8 - Bored and Alone

After dinner, Chris sped back home in a hurry. I may have teased the poor man pass his limits, he seemed unsettled and restless. Even so, I was really looking forward to our dessert at home. For some reason, I had the urge to be more sexually active than usual. I felt anxious being inside the house all day. 

I wanted to interact with others, work a normal job and make love to my husband daily. The longer I waited for these needs to be met, the harder it was for me to contain my emotions and impulses. So, you can say that this night with Chris was well overdue.

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We arrived shortly and speedily made our way to our bedroom. Chris rushed over to the walk-in closet and locked himself in. I quirked an eyebrow, puzzled as to what he was planning. Eventually becoming impatient, I plopped myself down on our bed and removed my heels. There was red bruising around my toes, a couple had begun to swell. The lengths women go through for beauty is baffling.

"Okay, close your eyes," Chris shouted from the closet.

"Why?"

"Just do it," he affirmed. I reluctantly shut my eyes, paying close attention to his approaching footsteps. He came to a halt and slouched down, cupping my cheeks with both hands. "Alright, you can open them."

My eyes immediately flicked open, absorbing his athletically toned structure. Chris wore bulky fireman pants and boots, along with shaded protective sunglasses. And let me tell you, the man looked so... HOT. His exposed abdominal muscles and arms were incredibly sexy. I found myself enticed, eager to strip off his equipment.

"Ready for your lap dance?"

"Wait, what?" I gasped in surprise. I had no idea tonight would entail erotic dancing. "You can't be serious."

"Oh, I am dead serious." He jiggled his way to me in the most generic stripper dance move, then grinded himself against me.

"Did you just?" I asked awestruck.

"What if I did?" He winked in a cheeky manner and grinded me onto the bed. Yes, this guy literally thrusted into our mattress. A chortle escaped my lips as he positioned himself on top. It was so out of character that I couldn't help but be entertained by his sudden role playing.

"Why are you laughing? These are some sick moves," he playfully whined, invoking my laughter to grow louder. He pouted like a grumpy kitten before placing kisses all over my face and neck.

"Stop, that tickles!" I uttered breathlessly, unable to suppress my giggles.

- - - NOAH - - -

"The fark are they doing?" I stumbled upon a loud ruckus emitting from Chris' bedroom. His wife's laughter reverberated throughout the hall. It pissed me off, I had no idea why. Within minutes the giggles had stopped, and their bed squeaked rapidly. 

"Yup, they're fucking," I muttered to myself.

What the hell? Why was my anger rising? Why did I clench my fists? Why do I have the strong urge to barge in and throttle my little brother?

I hated the fact that women were so weak. They'd open their legs so easily to any form of flattery directed at them. This girl was no different, so am I certain I even want her?

A vision popped into mind as if to answer my question. Nat, unclad, yanking on the belt of my pant to bust open... Much like something else ready to bust open. We furiously played tonsil hockey, our arousal becoming insufferable as I pound her into the bed. Her screams, her pleas and the way she claws at my skin begging me to be gentle. A smirk crept on face as I thrust with all my might.