Chapter 34: DO IT RAW

We stood there in the narrow hallway for a moment. As she quieted down, the heavy, echoing sound of footsteps boomed from the stairwell above. It wasn’t the light click of the hooker’s heels; these steps were heavy and frantic. Hubert was coming downstairs after his wife, trying to catch up with her before she could leave the building.

Reacting instantly, I took a step backward into my flat, pulling Sarah inside with me, and slammed the apartment door shut, throwing the deadbolt into place. Sarah stumbled back against the wood, her back resting flat against the door, leaving our faces just inches apart in the dim entryway.

She looked completely pathetic. This was the exact result of my playing the nice guy who cared about other people’s problems. She had a tear-stained, messy face, disheveled hair, and those wide, desperate puppy eyes. I had completely conquered her. I had successfully manipulated her into destroying her own marriage. I was the ultimate presence in her life now... the only person left she could blindly trust. She was entirely in my palm.

"Sarah."

I leaned in and captured her lips while she was still pinned against the door. Her eyes snapped shut, and she immediately started kissing me back with a desperate intensity. Thank fuck I wasn’t a total fraud here; I might be a virgin, but this wasn’t my actual first kiss. At least I knew how to handle my mouth without embarrassing myself.

When we finally broke apart, we were both panting for air. Right on cue, Hubert’s muffled, angry voice started shouting out in the hallway just on the other side of the door. We locked eyes, our chests heaving as if we had just run a marathon while the chaos unfolded outside.

"Chance..." she breathed against my lips, her hands clutching my shirt. "Please..."

I didn’t answer with words. I kissed her hard again, reaching down to grab her firmly by the waist, and lifted her straight up into the air. Her back slid up the smooth wood of the door as I hoisted her, and she instinctively wrapped her legs tightly around my hips to keep her balance. Holding her weight effortlessly, I marched straight down the short hallway to my bedroom, kicking the door wide open with my foot.

I tossed her onto the mattress backfirst and immediately came down over her, capturing her mouth once again. The fucking slut was all over me now, locking her legs securely behind my back and pulling me down into her. She was completely feeling the heat of the moment.

"I’ll make you forget all about him," I whispered darkly against her ear.

"Chance... I’m..."

I cut her off with another kiss, then moved my mouth down to trace a line along her neck. She let out a sharp moan, her fingers burying themselves into the back of my hair to hold me close. I bit down and sucked hard against her skin, leaving a deep, dark mark that would turn into a massive hickey by tomorrow morning. I wanted Hubert to see it.

I lifted my head up slightly, resting my forehead against hers, a triumphant smile spreading across my face.

"I love you, Sarah."

"Chance..."

Her face turned a deep, burning crimson. She leaned up, wrapping her arms around my neck, and pulled me back down into another deep kiss. This was it! This was fucking it! The bitch was completely mine, and her loyalty toward her partner was officially dead at zero.

I felt like a fucking king.

I moved backward slightly and grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up over her head as she lifted her arms to help. Moving down, I unbuckled her pants and slid them down her legs, leaving them dangling uselessly around her ankles on the floor. Now, she was lying in my bed in just her black bra and matching panties. I had actually fucking done it.

"Do it," she said with a slight, hesitant nod, locking her eyes onto mine.

"Sarah..."

I quickly stripped off my own pants, kicking them away, and pulled my boxers down. My dick sprang completely free, throbbing violently as I looked down at her. I was beyond horny, the veins popping out along the shaft. This was it, this was going to be my absolute first time. I never in a million years thought my first time would be fucking a married chick on my own mattress.

Sarah reached out and wrapped both of her hands around my dick, her grip just firm enough to make me shudder. My shaft twitched twice in her palms, slicking her skin, and I just prayed to god she wouldn’t notice how twitchy and inexperienced I actually was.

"It’s... like a rock," she whispered, her eyes darting between my face and my crotch.

I leaned down, pressing a hard kiss to her lips. "Whose fault do you think that is?"

We both let out a low chuckle, and then I shifted my weight down. I reached for the edge of her panties and slid the fabric completely to the side. Her wet pussy was completely out in the open now, right here in my bed, glistening in the low light of the room. The fucking whore was totally caught up in the heat of the moment.

She let go of my shaft, and I shifted my hips forward, pressing the tip of my dick right against her entrance, rubbing it slowly up and down against her wetness. Holy fuck. The sheer friction and heat were entirely out of this world. If it wasn’t for those extra points I had just dumped into my Endurance stat, I would have blown my load right then and there before anything even started. Thank fuck I had been smart about my upgrades.

But before I could even brace myself to push forward, a sudden sound from right outside the glass froze me solid. Someone was standing directly next to the bedroom window.

It was fucking Hubert. He was out on the street level, standing right against the exterior wall.

"Open up, Sarah," he muttered, his muffled voice cutting right through the glass. "Fuck."

I went completely still, straining my ears to listen. Suddenly, a dull buzz started up. Hubert was dialing her phone, and Sarah’s cell began vibrating inside the pocket of her pants, which were still tangled around her ankles at the foot of the bed. Through the thin fabric of the closed curtains, I could see the sharp, dark outline of his shadow blocking the streetlights.

Instead of turning me off, the sheer risk of the situation fired my brain up more than I could have ever imagined. My dick gave another violent throb. This whore’s oblivious husband was standing literally inches away from us, and I was about to fuck his wife right under his fucking nose. Sarah was panting so heavily that she didn’t even seem to register the buzzing or his voice outside. Good. I didn’t want her second-guessing anything now anyway.

There was no holding back.

"Here I go, Sarah," I whispered, my voice thick.

I gripped the base of my shaft to steady it, aiming the tip directly against her wet entrance. I rubbed myself against her one last time to make sure there was enough slick moisture, and then, pressing my weight down, I pushed myself in slowly, agonizingly slowly, breaking through the threshold.

I was in.

I was finally fucking in.

I pushed it in further, and her cunt gripped my shaft like a damn vice. A sharp moan escaped from my mouth, my brain literally frying from the sensation. Holy shit. I was actually fucking a married woman, right here, while her clueless husband was standing a foot away on the other side of the glass.

"Ugh... Sarah..."

"Oh..." She moaned into my neck, her grip tightening on my shoulders. "Chance..."

This time, Hubert raised his voice outside, completely annoyed. "Answer the phone, damn it!"

Sarah heard the shout, and her eyes instantly snapped wide open in pure panic. She slapped a hand over her own mouth, gulping down loudly as the vibration from her pants kept buzzing against her ankle. Naah. Not now. I wasn’t going to let Hubert mess everything up like the fucking idiot he was.

I grabbed her firmly by the waist, hoisting her straight up off the mattress and into my arms. She instinctively linked her legs tightly behind my back, her eyes frantically searching mine, completely bewildered by what I was doing. I couldn’t blame her; she had just heard her husband raging outside the exact bedroom window she was getting fucked in.

I marched her right up to the window and leaned her back against the wall next to it, the thick curtains completely obscuring anyone’s view from the street. Then, I began driving home, moving my hips back and forth, pounding steadily into her tight cunt.

"Chance... he is..." she whispered frantically, her hands shaking against my chest. "He’s literally right outside..."

"I don’t care," I muttered, my voice dropping into a raw, animalistic growl. "Right now, I only care about you."

"C-condom..." she moaned, her head rolling back against the wall as the friction hit her. "We can’t... Chance, we can’t do this raw."

"Don’t worry," I panted, leaning in to smother her protests with another deep kiss.