The Deal (5 page)

“What the fuck, Craig?” I breathe out, my fingers halting. His half-lidded eyes pierce into mine and he pulls my fingers from my pussy and sucks my digits into his mouth. I gasp, I pant and oh my God, this is one of the hottest things I have even seen him do. Craig licking and sucking my juices off my fingers will forever be etched in my spank bank. Not one of my ex-boyfriends has done this and it's turning me on, seeing how much he's enjoying it. His eyes never leave mine as he continues to suck my fingers, my juices glistening on his lips and all I want to do is kiss him, taste myself again on him again but I am frozen. Frozen watching him, the way he is working me into a frenzy.

“Mmm, Nic, you taste so fucking good. I can’t handle it when you touch yourself. Baby, you turn me on so badly.” Craig grunts, pulling my fingers from his mouth and giving them a once over before licking his lips clean. My pussy clenches at his movement and I can feel myself dripping wet at the sight of the man in front of me. “Did you like that, Nic? Did it turn you on?”  Craig moves his head to my neck and lightly bites down on my pressure point. He can fucking feel what it did to me; I am panting like a sodding dog on heat. I am probably soaking the bed sheets and my pressure points are on fire; they are wild and pounding against my skin at record speed. So yes Craig, it’s completely turned me to goo. But I can’t answer him. I can't speak. So I just continue to lay in silence, embracing the feeling of his teeth scraping across my neck, the light suckling and kisses. I'm sure I'll be left with a love bite tomorrow, and as tacky as they are, it makes me feel like I am owned by Craig, which in turn causes me to moan out at him.

“Yeah, baby, I think it fucking did.” He murmurs into my neck, kissing the spot he bit. Scattering kisses up my neck and jawline, he gives me a chaste peck before slipping out of me and climbing off the bed. He gives me a cheeky smile and a wink as he heads towards the door. I watch his tight arse leave me alone in the bedroom and I hear the bathroom door close and the shower turn on. I'm left sprawled out on the bed, my hands still holding the headboard and I am horny as hell. He did not just leave me here to shower. No way in bastard hell.              

But oh. He did.

What the absolute fuck? What the hell just happened?

***

The hot sprays of water lash down upon my body and I lean my head back upon the cool tiles, basking in the off chance of some alone time to think over the past few weeks, especially last night with Craig leaving me high and dry...okay, high and wet, extremely wet.  A scowl forms and all I can think about is last night and how severely pissed off I was at him when I heard him get in the shower. Who the hell leaves during sex? And really fucking awesome sex at that! Was he really trying to prove a point to me? What the point could be, I have no idea but to just up and leave half way through without a second glance grinds my gears once again. This relationship is meant to be pretend but the way I’m feeling it's way too real and I think Craig is beginning to see through me. But what was that look in his eyes whilst we were having sex? I know I thought he could feel the same…is there a chance he could?

Before I can answer myself, I feel a shift in the room and I still, holding my breath. I know that Craig has somehow unlocked the door from the outside but with the radio lightly playing in the room, he and I know I wouldn’t have been able to hear him picking the god-damn lock. He's done this before, but only to use the toilet and to fuck me off when he flushes as the water either turns scolding or freezing. This better not be the time to annoy me, not after last night. Lifting my head from the tiles, I poke my head around the shower curtain and shoot a deathly look Craig’s way, which only makes him chuckle.

“What the hell are you doing, Craig?” I scowl, trying not to rake my eyes down his chest. He's stood in his boxers, with sexy bed hair and light stubble shadowing his jaw. He looks every bit of a model and he damn well uses it to his advantage to get whatever he wants…and right now, with that primal look in his eye, that something is me.

“Well since you left me alone in bed this morning, I thought I would come and punish you for it. I was enjoying the cuddles and next minute I reach out and you’re gone.” He says with so much determination that he’s going to get what he wants and despite my anger, I am faltering in telling him no. But I need to stand my ground with him. He gets away with murder and since he is now slowly teasing me as he takes his boxers off, I feel that spark deep inside me, that yearning and wanting of him.  I swallow hard and shake my head.

We're welsh! It's cwtch, not cuddle, dumbass!

“No, Craig, just get out and let me shower in peace. Go
cwtch
that teddy bear we got given at our
fake
wedding if that is what you want. I just want to be alone, okay?”

A speck of hurt crosses his face before he straightens it up and steps out of his underwear, leaving him in all his glory. I tighten my lips so I don’t lick them at the sight of his divine body, and it also doesn't help that behind the curtain I am rubbing my legs together to try and relieve the throbbing that is happening. For fucks sake, why does he make me feel this way so quickly?

“That teddy has nothing on your fucking delicious body wrapped around mine.” He takes a step closer to me, smirk firmly etched on his face. “And right now, I want your legs wrapped around me so I can fuck you all the way to heaven and back.” And with that he takes the final strides towards me and in a blink of an eye, he has me pinned underneath the shower head. His eyes are blazing and his hands are gripping my hips. The only thing between us is the flow of hot water, which is making the temperature in the room reach breaking point. My heart is pumping, my breath is coming out in random spurts and my need for him is ever present. If I just count to ten I can calm myself down and push him off me, but before I even reach three, his lips are upon mine and his tongue is tracing my lower lip, begging me to give him access.

Damn Craig all to hell.

When tongues meet, I lurch forward, wrapping my arms around Craig’s neck and run my fingers through his damp hair before tugging the ends hard. In turn this causes the sexiest groan to escape his lips and he forces me closer to him, our wet bodies sliding off one another as we try to grasp onto each other. With the water flowing over our bodies, Craig drags me out from under it, his lips still firmly attached to mine, both attacking one another, fighting for dominance. He will not win this time and a thought flickers through my mind when his hands begin their exploration of my wet – in both senses – body. Before he can drag his fingers up my thigh, I pull away and draw in a large gulp of air. Confusion floods his features and I want to smirk up at him so badly at him. This time it’s my turn to leave him all high and horny; let him feel like I did last night. Annoyed, pissed off, completely turned on and confused.              

Craig looks like a freaking Greek God with water droplets racing down his body, running over his abs. His erection stands to attention, just begging to be sucked but I have to get the thought of wrapping my lips around his cock until he cums in my mouth from my mind and try to escape from him. I smile a sickly sweet grin his way and begin to pull the shower curtain away so I can make a quick exit, but as soon as my hands touch the curtain, Craig has me captive, his arms wrapped around my stomach until I am flat against him. His cock is digging in between my arse cheeks and, fuck, it's making me wetter, especially when his deep, ragged breath is showering over my neck and his hands are splayed over my stomach, so close to my pussy. If only he would slip his hand lower and graze the bud begging to be touched, we can finish what was started last night.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His rough voice breaks the silence. Taking a deep breath, I try to move out of his arms, but they constrict around me and he moulds himself to me. I let out a small groan at the contact then curse myself as Craig begins to trace kisses down my neck.              

“I’m finished. I need to go get ready for my parents.”  My body disobeys me and I move my head to the side to give him more access which makes Craig elect a small chuckle. One hand leaves my stomach to turn the water off then returns back to its original place. Underneath my breasts.

“It’s only half eight, Nic, plenty of time to get ready” He reminds me, his hand moving to cup my mound.

AT LAST!

The contact makes me slip out a hiss. Oh god, I need to leave, but I need Craig too. I need him to just slip his fingers inside me, play with my clit and make me cum; then I can leave. As if he can read my mind, he slowly drags a finger through my lips, until it meets the small bud that can make me go straight to heaven. One touch and my head rolls back onto Craig’s shoulder, my eyes shut tight and I am gripping his thighs as my legs go to give way, only to be held up by Craig’s arm around my stomach. Slow, teasing movements on my clit and I am breathing erratically, all sense of inhabitation is out the window. All I can focus on is the electricity running through me at the simplest movements of his finger.

“God, you are drenched, Nic.” Craig growls into my ear before tugging on it, “Did you think I wouldn’t know you'd run? Did you think you could get away from me so easily, Mrs. Thomas?”

Just hearing him say that causes me to moan out.
NO, payment plan, Nic, keep thinking about the 12 months. Don’t fall for it.
But I can’t help it, Craig knows my body inside out and it makes me want more, makes me feel things I’ve never felt and I don’t want him to stop, not when we have unbelievably amazing, smoking hot sex. His fingers keep their pace - slow, tantalising and I can’t bare it. He needs to move them faster or at least plunge his fingers inside me and hit the spot that I so desperately want him to.

“Craig…Craig, please.” I splutter out, feeling him manoeuvre behind me and his erection pushed between my thighs. Bending me forward, he grabs my hands and places them on the shower railing. With my hands wrapped around the steal, I look back to see what Craig is doing but I get distracted. Water droplets are racing down his chest and I lick my lips before biting my lower one. All I want to do is lap up every single droplet and then pour more water over him and repeat. Wrap my lips around his cock and suck him dry. Pleasure him like he does with me; always does to me. I go to do just that, but catching Craig’s eyes, he cocks an eyebrow up and lightly shakes his head.

“Stay right where you are, Nic.” His fingers are still inside me and he takes a step forward so his cock is back against my pussy lips. I sigh out and wait impatiently for him to slip inside me and fill me up. Craig leans forward, chastely kisses me and then as if all hell is burning around us he quickens up his movements on my clit and thrusts deeply into me. The pleasure and pain makes me shout out at Craig and my knees buckle as my hold on the bar becomes a death grip. My inner muscles contract and I hear Craig curse. He roughly grabs onto my hips, holding me in place; my clit feeling betrayed.

Deeply implanted inside me, he begins the torturous teasing of withdrawing and then slowly moving back inside of me; the pace making me shudder every time he slides in and out. Our breathing is hollow and I can tell by the pace that this is punishment for leaving him, but in punishing me, he’s punishing himself. I know he just wants to ram into me, to take me hard and rough and fast, just like he loves to.

We’re both trying to hold it together, my head hanging down and I can see his cock entering and leaving and fucking hell, could I be any more turned on? It’s so fucking sexy that just watching his cock is causing my orgasm to build. I swallow roughly and reach a hand down to rub at my clit. I moan but I don’t get a chance to continue the blissful build-up. Craig snatches my hand away and places it back on the rail, his hand enclosing around mine to keep it in place. I turn to look at him. A pained expression is etched across his face and his fingers are digging into my hips and my hand; which will more than likely leave a bruise or two on me.              

“Don’t touch yourself, Nic. This is your punishment, and you will come when I say so.”

I shudder at his words. “But punishing me, means punishing you.” I moan, as he slips back inside me, “Don’t you just want to take me hard and rough? Pound yourself into me so deep that I'm screaming your name so loudly the neighbours will start banging the walls? That I come so hard and intense that all I can see is stars, all you feel is my pussy milking you like I know you love...Don’t you want that?”

I know I’ve got to him because he groans out at my words, closes his eyes and stills his movements. Biting my lip always gets to him and I know when he opens his eyes and see me, he will do exactly what I want. I move back and forth on his cock to get the ball game going and that seems to awaken him. His eyes are now dangerous; a dark blue which means we’re both going to get what we really want. When he spots my bitten lip he growls and plunges hard into me, pulling me back and forth with him.

“Is this what you want, Nic? Is this what you fucking want?” My breath catches in my throat and when I don’t reply, he pulls out until the tip is just about inside me and thrusts deeply. A loud gasp exits my mouth and I push back on him, wanting more. Always wanting more. “You. Are. Mine.”

With one arm around my stomach, his other hand leaves mine and finds my clit. Along with the hard and deep strokes, his rough fingers are rubbing me in time with his thrusts. I can’t catch my breath, I’m gasping at the sensation, the pleasure all too extreme; my legs are quivering, my orgasm is building and to top it off all I can hear in my head is Craig telling me I am his. One more thrust and a pinch of my clit and I am coming undone. My screams are echoing around the bathroom, I’m trying too hard to keep myself up and I know Craig is about to come as my muscles are contracting around him and he’s muttering my name whilst he plunges into me one, two times before he stills and lets out a number of curses. He slumps on top of my back, letting himself fill me with his cum, while I overcome the aftershocks of my own orgasm, locking my knees so I don't crash onto the floor.