Page 37 of Wife Unwanted
"Are you?"
"Fuck. Fuck you," he said before his lips descended on mine. I was too stunned to do anything other than let him assault my lips. His kiss was hard and punishing. As though he was trying to prove a point. He kissed me like a man demented. And I let him. I wanted more of this insanity he came with. Nothing mattered more than tasting him. He coaxed my lips open and our tongues danced in a fight for dominance. His hands slipped from the door and went to my waist. Suddenly my feet were in the air and I encircled them around his waist as he slammed me against the wall next to the door.
The skirt I wore slid to my waist and his cock nudged at my center. I could feel how hard he was through the barrier of his pants and my panties. I was already wet but I gushed when he thrust his groin against my center, driving me wild. I was kissing him in earnest. My hands went to his arms and slid into his jacket. His chest was hard as my hands slipped down to his groin and made contact with his cock. I rubbed my hand against his cock and he groaned against my lips. His mouth went to my neck, and he licked and bit me, no doubt leaving a mark.
He's marking you,a stray voice said.Claiming you.I threw away the thought and indulged in the moment. My hands fumbled with the belt buckle and the zip until at last he was free. Carey moaned when I touched him. His eyes flared as he gazed into mine just before he ripped open my blouse. "Carey!" I whisper screamed as I heard pearl buttons bounce on the floor.
His hands dug into my bra and took out my breast. My nipple tightened in the cold air of the room. Carey clasped his lips against my breast and sucked. I moaned and bit my lip so I wouldn't be too loud. My hand went down his cock. Up and down, stroking him while he played with my nipple. I pressed his head to my breast with my other hand. He groaned against my nipple and I felt his hand reach into my panties. He thrust two fingers inside me.
"Fucking drenched," he said as he withdrew and rubbed my juices over my clit. "Are you wet for me?"
I nodded. Words were clogged at my throat.
"Say it." His command was harsh.
"I am wet for you."
"No one else…" he rubbed my clit and claimed my lips once more. Somehow, I knew there was more to that statement but I was too wrapped in desire to concentrate on the meaning of words. "Please," I said.
He removed his hand from my pussy and mine from his cock. He thrust my panties to the side and entered me in one swift stroke. His hands went to my waist and bounced me on his cock. I clung to his shoulders as he relentlessly thrust into me. Driving me towards the edge. I could barely catch my breath. The room began to spin as the orgasm crushed into me. And still he continued fucking me like a rag doll until he too came. His cock pulsed into me, his cum rushing inside.
"Carey."
He continued to thrust, emptying himself inside me. He has never done this. Not without a condom. He withdrew and I felt his cum seep into my underwear as I slid down to my feet. "You came inside me," I announced.
Carey adjusted his suit and tie, brushed off any wrinkles on his shirt, and combed through his hair. He unlocked the door and without facing me he said,"So you know who you belong to."
Chapter 21
Thalia
A MONTH LATERand I was still baffled by the storeroom incident. That's what I had dubbed it after thinking about it for too long. He did not say anything when I got back home. He acted as though nothing happened between us. As though he didn't appear at my work, after months of pretending I don't exist, fuck me senseless, and then going back to pretend I don't exist.
A month later and I was still replaying the moment in my head whenever I went to sleep. He was like a tormentor who couldn't be kept at bay. Constantly invading my thoughts, even when he was not around. And when we were together, when we had to pretend to be a loving couple, I wanted the pretense to be real. I wanted to be with him and despised him at the same time.
It was days like today, days when I had to spend time with him, that were the hardest. Darcy was throwing a birthday party and had invited both of us. I only told him of the invite out of courtesy, thinking he would reject it, thinking I would be going alone, until I saw him dressed and ready to go.
Darcy's apartment was two blocks from Carey's and we could have literally walked over there if he didn't insist on taking the car. To his credit the traffic wasn't all that bad, but I was sure we could have arrived earlier if we walked. It was a Penthousesuite and the party was happening on the terrace of the building. Darcy beamed when she saw me arrive, then she frowned when she saw Carey walking in behind me. I shrugged.
Darcy and I exchanged an air hug and kisses. She her hand to Carey. "What a pleasant surprise. Isn't this the first time you've accepted an invitation to one of my parties? Looks like I have your wife to thank."
Carey shook her hand and nonchalantly replied, "Since you two are practically joined at the hip nowadays, I have to be there to make sure you aren't being an awful influence on her."
Darcy pouted. "You make it sound like I'm a villain in a teen movie. I've always been a nice person if you took the chance to get to know me Carey."
Carey shoved his hands into his pockets. "Really? That's not what the tabloids say."
Darcy chuckled. "You of all people should know never to trust the trades. Come darling," Darcy took my hand, "let's leave your sourpuss of a husband," he glare still on Carey, "I have some badness to influence you with."
After we were more than a few feet away from Carey, I asked, "What's the beef between you two?"
Darcy shook her head. "I used to bully Carey when he was a kid."
Oh. That was some brand new lore I didn't know about.
"We were in the same classes. I flunked several times and had to repeat courses. Anyway, I used to tease him in class, mainly because all the girls liked him and I didn't see anything special about him. Not that he's not hot, I see it now, but it used to baffle me back then."
"Oh. No wonder he hates you."
