Chapter 22

22

Faust

I stand in the kitchen of my apartment and wait for the knock on the door.

I can't possibly imagine Shelby not rushing over here to act all tough even though she's filled with jealousy.

As I wait for her, I run some of the game film through my head once more.

I'm more than prepared for tonight's hockey game.

But hockey isn't the first thing on my mind right now. It's not the first thing on my mind ever anymore.

I shouldn't be okay with that yet I don't really care.

Finally, I hear the knock at the door.

A smile creeps across my face.

I wait.

I have to play the part here…

Keep Shelby in jealous suspense. Drive her crazy. Make it so she wants to kick the door open, run through my apartment and burst into the bedroom.

Shelby knocks again. This time, much more aggressively.

She's freaking out for sure. She's pissed.

Which is the key.

I want her pissed off right now.

I want her to feel some anger.

I finally mosey my way toward the door and twist the heavy deadbolt, opening the door.

Shelby's eyes are wide and she quickly looks me up and down.

I know what she was expecting.

Me. Naked. Or at least me half naked.

"Something wrong?" I ask.

"Yeah," she says. "Can you tell your fuck buddy in there to keep it down? I'm trying to work."

I turn my head and look toward my bedroom. "Oh. You can hear that?"

From inside my bedroom there's another cry of pleasure. Followed by another and another… things are getting mighty heated in there, huh?

The look on Shelby's face is priceless.

Now she's thinking I'm having an orgy or something.

"Let me go take care of that really quick," I say.

I turn away, leaving the door open, and I jog across my apartment and into my bedroom.

I smack the space bar on my laptop and the adult movie playing pauses.

Yes, I have some speakers plugged into my laptop. And, yes, I have those speakers turned and facing the wall. Just to ensure the sound carries into the next apartment…

When I turn back around, Shelby stands in my doorway.

Her jaw slowly drops.

"You're a bastard," she whispers.

"What? Something wrong? Do you have a problem with adult films?"

"You…"

"What? A guy can't watch some porn and jerk off?"

Shelby gasps.

Her face is ten shades of red.

She just stares at the paused screen.

The female in the adult movie is on her hands and knees, reaching back, making sure everyone can see the male actor handling the plot of the movie.

"Look, I have a game tonight, so if you don't mind," I say with a nod.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Faust?" Shelby growls. "You did this on purpose. The speakers are against the wall! You wanted me to hear this. You wanted me… to…"

I step toward her. "Are you angry?"

"No," she obviously lies.

"Yes, you are, sweetie," I whisper. "You're pissed off. You're jealous. You don't want me to fuck anyone else, right? If that's how you feel, then you know I need to fuck you."

"Oh, okay, right. This is, what, just some kind of mind game? Mess with me? Get me all worked up and jealous and do what? Rush over here and tear my clothes off?"

"I can tear your clothes off for you, Shelby," I say.

I reach out and grab the bottom of her shirt.

I pull her toward me.

She stutter steps closer and my fingertips find warm, bare skin.

I run my hands up the sides of her body, taking her shirt with me.

Now comes the interesting part. The moment when she has to lift her arms. If this moment is going to continue or not.

"Did you jerk off to that video yet?"

"No, sweetie," I whisper.

"Good," she purrs.

I swear her body just melts against mine.

My hands move to her back and I lower my mouth down to hers.

I pause for a moment from taking her shirt off and just kiss her.

It's a wild, deep kiss.

Again, the two of us near one another are like gasoline and a flame.

It's just there. It just happens.

I moved my hands once more and lift her shirt up and over her head.

Not even the hint of protest from Shelby either.

I look down at her perfect tits, spilling out of the top of her bra.

I step back a few steps and sit down on the edge of my bed.

My hands playfully move to her back once more and I unhook her bra.

Her tits jump forward at me. I tear her bra from her arms and fling it toward the bedroom door.

My hands cup her tits. They're warm, slightly heavy, bigger than I remember.

I can't help but wonder how big they must have been while pregnant. I hate it even more that I wasn't there. To see. To touch. To hold. To taste.

My mouth latches tight to her right nipple. I suckle hard and graze my teeth.

Shelby lets out a groan much louder and more potent than the fake sounds in the adult movie paused on my laptop.

I pull my mouth away with force and move to her other tit.

I bring my hands together and squeeze her tit. Tight. Hard. I open my mouth and let my tongue flicker up and down as fast as I can.

Her body writhes as she cries out.

Her hips buck toward me.

My right hand drops down, ready to slide into her pants and feel her soft, sweet wet cunt.

I stop when I feel something.

There's probably no good way to think it or say it but I feel something with her belly. Her skin. I feel… ripples.

My attention drops away from her tits and I inch back and look to where my hand is.

As soon as I see the faded remains of the stretch marks from her pregnancy, Shelby gasps and turns away from me.

I grab her hips and she grabs my hands.

I curl my lip.

She doesn't want me to see. She's nervous. Worried about her body's post-pregnancy form.

Now I can take this moment to be a sweet romantic guy and demand to see her belly and kiss every stretch mark she feels is stealing a piece of her beauty.

My fingers curl around the sides of her pants and I tug.

"Do you want to feel my cock inside you, sweetie?" I growl.

Shelby looks back at me.

There's a worried lust in her eyes.

"Off. Right. Now."

My three word command.

The now or never kind of command.

Shelby listens to me. She must hear the intensity in my voice.

It's no secret that my cock aches inside my jeans. Waiting for its moment to spring free, stand hard, and send Shelby into pure orgasmic bliss.

Down go her pants, along with her panties which stick for a second against her wet slit. That little one second moment is enough to make my cock throb. I feel the wetness of my own pre-cum seeping from my tip.

Her ass is perfect. The small of her back. The curve of her hips.

I grab and hold on tight.

I pull her back and find my lips kissing her back.

Then kissing down her back.

I reach her left ass cheek and I pull away… I can't take this any longer.

I open my jeans and push them down to my knees.

Shelby looks back and down, seeing my cock throbbing.

Beautiful and perfectly full. Waiting for her touch.

She reaches back for me, her fingertips teasing the swollen head of my cock.

We both know we're not here for me for get a hand job.

We both need more.

Shelby slides her hand down my shaft and tries to grip tight. Her legs finally start to bend.

"Oh, sweetie," I growl as she gets closer and closer to me.

I feel her start to sheath me.

A perfect tightness grasping at me.

A warmth that makes me suck in a breath.

She's soaked.

She grabs at my legs as she lowers herself down even more.

She's halfway to taking all of me and then pauses. Her hips wiggle and she shivers.

"Fuck," she purrs.

Now her entire body begins to shake.

I realize she hasn't been lying to me at all.

She really hasn't had sex since me. Years and years ago.

I'm not sure how someone can possibly do that and survive.

I grab her hips and pull her down.

I thrust up for good measure.

Shelby throws her head back and lets out a primal yell.

She clenches against me and I grunt. My fingers dig harder at her soft skin, grasping her hips tight.

As Shelby tries to lift up, she can't.

She's collapsed and paralyzed with sudden pleasure.

I make a quick change for her…

I open my legs and close her legs a little. That puts her legs between my legs.

My hands moved under her ass and I cup, hold, and now I'm in fucking control.

I lift her and I lower her.

I start slowly like that.

Then I speed her up.

When I lift her up, I thrust up. I make sure I'm fucking her every second we have right now.

"Faust," she groans. "Faust…"

I'm not sure what comes over me when it does but I stand up.

I obviously take Shelby with me as I stand.

My cock? Still inside her welcoming cunt.

Now my body is tightening, ready to explode.

I turn and face my bed and that's where I take Shelby.

I place her down, face first. I'm behind her, on top, and I start to fuck her.

And I mean… fuck her.

I properly fuck her. A hard thrust for each year she's missed my cock. Then I repeat that over and over, harder, faster, making sure I'm as deep as possible.

Shelby grabs for the sheets and pulls. She strips my bed of the blankets and sheets, balling them up. She slithers up and over the mound of covers she's made.

Her back arches and her ass goes higher into the air.

There's an angle now and the feel of her body against mine is heavenly.

My hands hold her hips as I pull and fuck.

My right hand breaks free and climbs up her back to her right shoulder.

She turns her head and looks at me for a moment.

Everything about us feels like guilt-ridden temptation.

Yet it's so fucking good.

At one point when Shelby starts to climax, she reaches with her right hand and ends up punching at my laptop as it carefully balances on the nightstand.

Suddenly there's more moaning and groaning and I realize she's accidentally started the adult movie.

"Fuck that," Shelby calls out.

She slams my laptop shut and thrusts herself back at me with force.

She doesn't want to watch an adult movie and have me fuck her.

What Shelby wants is to be the star of her own with an audience of just me and her.

She better fucking realize right now this is the first of many times for us like this…