Page 25 of Lost in Love

I need to fuck my wife.

With one hand on her ass and the other on the counter, I slam into her, over and over again, my thighs slapping against the backs of her legs. I think Kelly comes by the sounds she’s making, but I can’t be sure. With my legs shaking, I’m too caught up in the fact that I’m going to finally finish.

She rocks forward the tiniest bit, greedy to finish herself and I take a firmer grip on her ass. So wet, so tight, bucking her hips just enough to let me know she wants this as badly as I do. Her breathing and mine are loud and harsh sounding in the kitchen, and it’s possibly the hottest thing we’ve done in the last two years. Her pussy clenches around me, and I have to grip the countertop to keep from losing it. The pressure builds and builds, my hips jerking forward, my stomach muscles jumping, and then I come, but it does nothing for me. Sure, it feels good, the release, but this pent-up frustration inside me, it’s still there. Like a poison. Like a pounding headache that feels something similar to nails being driven into your skull.

Or the flu.

Yep. Still hard, in case you were wondering. And I’m not exactly looking forward to heading to the ER with a raging hard-on because I took a little fucking blue pill from that little punk next door.

I step back, my eyes lifting to Kelly. She’s breathing heavy, almost confused. I’m panting, trying like hell to not die of a heart attack because I’m an idiot and probably took something that’s going to kill me later. But it’s my wife I’m staring at. The quietness, the calmness to her… I’m almost afraid to move, to say anything.

My back hits the pantry door and I yank my jeans up. Kelly helps me button them and then disappears down the hall to the bathroom.

Staring at my phone in front of me, I notice the lights on over at Bonner’s. Of course he’s up. Looks like he owes me one too. Grabbing the neighborhood directory off the shelf, I look for his name on it, find his phone number and call him.

I don’t say much.

“Get over here,” I growl, glaring at his house in the distance. “I know you’re up, asshole.”

He laughs into the receiver, then hangs up. Fucking jerk. I give it two minutes, which go by with me scowling at his house before I spot him exiting and up the street to our house. If he didn’t come over, I was going to hobble my way over there and drag him out for giving me that pill.

I open the front door before he can knock and wake the kids up. “I hate you,” I tell him.

He smiles and gestures with a wink to my still very hard cock looking like it’s pointing at him. “Looks like you’re happy to see me.”

I grab him by the front of his shirt and pull him into the house. “Sit there and don’t talk.”

Bonner looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. I have. Clearly. All my blood is going to my fucking dick. I can no longer think rationally. Pushing his hand through his hair, Bonner takes a seat on the couch in the living room. “Why?”

“Because you’re watching my kids so I can go to the ER.” I hold up my bloody hand.

“Whoa. What happened?” He stares at my hand that’s now soaking through the towel. “And I can’t babysit. I don’t know anything about kids. I’m the youngest of five.”

“Sure you do,” I say in a matter-of-fact tone. “You are one.”

“That’s not very nice.”

I sigh. He’s right. Maybe I need to tone it down a notch. “I’m sorry. I just have a massive headache.”

“Pretty sure a headache is the least of your worries.” His eyes slide south again. And then Kelly returns to the living room just about the same time Bonner asks, “Did you take the whole pill?”

I don’t even bother looking back at my wife. You tell me her expression. Is she angry? Should I run? Whatever. I look at Bonner instead. “What do you mean thewholepill?”

“You should only take half of one,” he admits sheepishly, as if he can’t believe he’d forgotten to tell me that part.

I step toward him, my chest puffed out as if I’m some kind of gorilla going in for the kill. “You little motherfucker. You could have said that when you handed it to me and said, take this.”

His eyes widen, and he takes two quick steps back. “I thought you knew.”

I throw my hands up in the air using every ounce of self-control I have not to kick this kid in the face. “Yes, because I take this shit on a regular basis.”

“What did you take?” Kelly finally asks, stepping further into the room, her hands settled on her hips. I sneak a quick glance her way. I can’t decipher her mood. I think I have blurred vision.

Bonner notices Kelly in the room now and winks. “Looks like you’re enjoying the night too,” he says when he notices her hair and the rip in her shirt. I hadn’t recalled doing that, but I wouldn’t have surprised if I did it in the kitchen.

Kelly doesn’t even bother answering Bonner. She’s too busy staring at me like I’ve grown a third head. I have, and it’s really fucking angry. “What did you take, Noah?”

“I took a Viagra,” I mutter angrily under my breath, reaching for my wallet and keys. “Now if you don’t want me to bleed to death, we should go to the ER.”

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