Chapter 22

-Alison-

I shifted, placing my foot firmly on his thigh, exerting pressure, determined to keep him in place. Jared reached out, his nails digging into my thigh once again, signaling for me to stop, but I refused to relent.

"Listen, I'm sure that I—" Warren began, but I cut him off, not wanting to entertain any more excuses.

"Actually, let's not discuss it," I interjected firmly. "Just accept that we aren't sleeping in the same bed until I can clear my mind of everything that's happened."

A heavy silence hung between us, neither of us knowing what to say. Then, Warren narrowed his eyes, looking rather angry.

"You didn't send those pictures, did you?" he accused.

I recoiled, shocked by the suggestion. "How can you even ask me that?" I snapped, and Warren leaned back, crossing his arms.

"I don't see how else anyone could have taken them," he argued.

"Warren, who stands to lose the most here? Did it not occur to you that my reputation would suffer the greatest blow? In society's eyes, if a woman can't keep her man satisfied, it's somehow acceptable for him to seek satisfaction elsewhere!" I exclaimed. "No, if I wanted a divorce, I would have quietly contacted a lawyer and handled it discreetly!"

Warren seemed to relax, guilt once again evident on his face, but I wasn't swayed this time. I'd had enough. How were we ever going to make this work? It always seemed to devolve into fighting because so much had built up between us over the years. Jared's grip on me loosened slightly as the tension slowly diminished, and he began to rub his fingers over my skin, waiting.

"I'm not the one who messed up," I whispered firmly.

"Then how do we move forward from here?" Warren asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"You take what I can offer and stop asking for too much too soon," I instructed, gathering both plates and loading them into the dishwasher.

"I just want things to go back," Warren explained.

"Go back? Go back to what? We haven't been a couple in so long," I reminded him. "You sought intimacy with others because I couldn't fulfill your needs here."

"Alison..." Warren began, but I interrupted.

"I understand the expectations placed upon us. I know I can't meet them, but you could have communicated with me instead of seeking solace elsewhere," I expressed, glancing down to see Jared looking up at me with a solemn expression. I returned to the kitchen island, leaning forward, and Jared moved closer, his lips tracing my skin in a tantalizing manner, igniting every nerve.

I attempted to push him away discreetly. His actions wouldn't go unnoticed for long.

"I know," Warren finally admitted.

"Very well. Can we start slowly then? Or do you really expect me to invite you back into our bed?" I inquired.

"I just miss you," Warren confessed.

"Did you miss me when you were with those other women?" I shot back, a faint chuckle escaping Jared, which I quickly masked as my own laughter.

"I'll be patient," Warren vowed, sidestepping my question. "Thank you for dinner. How about we spend the evening together as well?"

Jared bit me, and I fought the urge to scream, feeling the intensity of the bite surpassing previous instances. My thighs were bound to be covered in marks soon.

"How about I change into something more comfortable first?" I suggested, attempting to divert attention away from the discomfort.

"I'll go shower then. This suit is unbelievably warm," Warren teased, rising from his seat and taking the water with him as he disappeared upstairs.

The moment he was out of sight, I turned to Jared, kicking and slapping his shoulder. He chuckled softly, then pulled me down to the floor and positioned himself on top of me.

"You asshole! Do you have any idea what you almost did?" I snarled.

"I thought it was fun. Now, what did you say about him trying to force himself on you?" Jared inquired.

"It never went that far. He was just a bit pushy that evening," I clarified.

Jared's hand slipped inside my skirt, inching higher, but I resisted. We didn't have time for games right now.

"Sounds like he thought he could have a piece of this," Jared whispered huskily, attempting to draw closer, but I placed my hand over his mouth.

"Not now. You need to leave!" I hissed.

"If we're quick, I'm sure I can get a couple of orgasms out of you before he comes back," he suggested.

"Now!" I insisted.

"Fine, let's hurry," he acquiesced, attempting to move down my body, but I grabbed his hair, pulling his head back and noticing the smug smile on his lips.

"I didn't mean get to work, I meant leave!" I growled lowly.

"Well, you need to be clearer," he taunted, before planting a kiss on my stomach.

"You're not funny right now!"

"I think I'm hilarious."

"Then go find a stand-up comedy club and tell your jokes there. Just get out of my house and don't come back!" I snarled.

"Don't come back?" he echoed, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Yes, don't come back."

"But then who will finish you off after being teased so relentlessly?" he inquired, prompting a confused frown from me.

"I haven't been teased relentlessly," I pointed out, but before I could protest further, Jared dipped down, ripping my panties off and burying his mouth in my pussy, sucking and teasing. "Oh, fuck!"

I knew I should push him away, but the pleasure of his wicked mouth was both a blessing and a curse. It didn't matter which it was. I wanted it regardless. I began rocking against his face, abandoning reason.

"Jared, God, you need to go!" I hissed.

"Mmm, I'm not done," he murmured against my thigh, his tongue trailing over it before returning to my pussy.

"You're seriously making me consider murder right now!" I exclaimed.

"Then it's going to make it hard for me to leave. You think you can carry me?" he chuckled.

"You'd be surprised what a determined woman can do."

He nodded against me before resuming his task. Frustrated that he wouldn't leave, I pushed away and grabbed a drawer, attempting to pull myself away from him and turn around. Jared laughed at my feeble escape attempt, and before I could react, he snatched my waist, pulling me back. He positioned me on my hands and knees, and I knew what was coming next. He couldn't possibly have sex with me on the kitchen floor, especially with Warren right upstairs, showering.

"Jared, you've lost your mind!" I protested, twisting in a futile attempt to protect myself and ending up on my back again.

He was working on his pants, reveling in the struggle between us, and I couldn't deny that it turned me on. Sneaking around with him was thrilling, reminiscent of how I'd fantasized it would be when we were younger. But if Warren were to find us like this, everything would be ruined.

Yet, Jared was pushing down his pants and pulling me open, spreading my legs wide, my panties tearing as he hadn't removed them fully and Jared needed space for himself. The sound of the ripping sent shock waves of heat into my pussy, making me even wetter. Jared leaned over me, and I found myself not even attempting to push him away. He knew I wanted it as much as he did.

"You said you would only tease me," I reminded him, trying to protect myself with words.

"I guess I changed my mind. I know how much it excites you to think about your husband catching us, maybe even watching us," Jared taunted.

"Jared, that was just a fantasy!"

"Yeah?" His hand dipped between my legs, and I couldn't help but moan as it slid through my wetness, before he held it up before me. "Alison, you're dripping."

I covered my face, feeling mortified, before Jared spread me even wider and thrust hard into me, pulling me back as he groaned deeply. I placed a hand over my mouth as Jared began his rhythm. It was pure ecstasy surrendering to his advances. I closed my eyes as pleasure flooded my every nerve, but Jared grabbed my hands, placing them over my head, and whispered, "Look at me."

I opened my eyes, seeing him moving above me, penetrating deeply with each thrust, ensuring I felt every inch of him, and it sent my orgasm building faster and faster.

"God, slow down, I'm going to come," I panted.

"Good."

"No, not good. I can't climax here on the floor. He could come down any second!" I breathed.

"Then he might learn something," Jared growled, picking up the pace and causing my body to move with each forceful thrust, a moan escaping me involuntarily.

"Fuck," I sighed, feeling completely defenseless against anything Jared did to me. He continued to fuck me harder, skillfully pushing me toward complete surrender. I began trembling, instinctively squeezing my legs around him as I felt the sweet release wash over me. I bit my lip hard, arching up toward Jared, and I noticed the smug look on his face as he achieved his desired effect.

"Oh, you're so awful," I panted as I slowly came down from the high.

"Yeah, then why did you just come?" he taunted.

His chuckle melted me, and I surrendered to the sensation of him moving inside me, letting it overpower everything else. I couldn't resist it. I might as well enjoy the ride. Jared seemed just as on edge as I was, chasing his release, and before long, he was coming inside me, groaning deeply and then stilling on top of me before relaxing, resting on one arm above me.

"Okay, okay, now you can leave," I breathed.

He didn't seem pleased with how quickly I wanted to usher him out, but he had just come inside me. I couldn't risk spending any time with Warren while still dripping with Jared's cum.

"The night isn't over," he reminded me.

"Oh, it's over. Go!" I insisted.

He snarled, clearly displeased with ending things so soon, but he seemed determined to watch my life go up in flames. Yet, it wasn't quite time to throw the match to the wood and watch it burn. He pulled away from me, and I quickly adjusted my clothes as he did. As we both stood up, I pressed my hands into his chest, pushing him backward. It seemed to annoy him greatly.

"You should be happy I made you come. We both know you aren't going to with him!" Jared growled lowly, but he still allowed me to push him out to the entrance of the house.

"I didn't ask you to!" I reminded him.

"You didn't exactly tell me to stop."

"I said leave!"

"That's not stop," he chuckled darkly.

"I think it implies it."

"No, it doesn't because you still wanted me to fuck you. You always do," he reminded me.

"Yes, and that should scare you off. I mean, aren't you terrified that I'm going to slip my hand between my legs and just lick up everything you left behind?" I mocked, opening the door and seeing his confused gaze.

"You would do that?"

"You never know," I mysteriously replied, hoping it might disturb him and dissuade him from returning. "After all, Jared, I'm obsessed with you."

He was so stunned by my statement, it was easy to shove him out of the door and then close it before locking it. I sighed with relief and leaned against the wood, hoping he would finally return home and leave me be.

Quickly, I pushed away from the door to go to the bathroom in my bedroom and clean up before changing into more comfortable clothes. I sprayed perfume all over me, ensuring not a trace of Jared lingered. He loved playing with fire, but I wasn't going to be ruined that easily.

Once I was done, Warren came to check if I was still in the room, and we ventured downstairs together, finding some snacks and choosing a movie. It was moments like these that lured me in. The few good times overshadowing all the bad, and I couldn't help but glance at Warren, feeling so confused. Was there a way for us to move past this, or was I just trapped because of how I was raised? It was a thought that soured my mood because I couldn't find the answer. From an outside perspective, it seemed so simple, but being trapped by your own fears always held so much power over you. It seemed present Alison wasn't that much different. Still a coward.