Page 55 of Kayden: The Past
“Thank you, Lisa.” I squeezed her hands and pulled her into me. She crawled into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. I didn’t pull away or stop her. Lisa always made my cock hard.
We weren’t only explosive in our fights, but our fucking usually reached radioactive levels. I grabbed her face and kissed her lips, drawing my tongue across her bottom lip. My cock twitched as she shifted on my lap and pressed her body weight against me, and I fell backward into the mattress. I ran my fingers through her hair and grabbed it in my fist, pulling her face to mine.
I didn’t love Lisa anymore. She’d done more harm to me than any woman in my past. Danielle and Bridget left me, but Lisa… Lisa ripped my heart out and danced on it. The phrase “there’s a thin line between love and hate” fit the moment perfectly. I was so pissed and turned on at the same time. I needed to fuck her and use my cock to take my anger out on her. I’ve never hit a woman except when asked during sex, and I knew she’d ask for it. She always did. I’d think of this as therapy to rid myself of the Lisa problem forever and move forward with my life.
I increased my grip on her hair, pulling it away from her head. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and moved it across her smooth tongue, tangling them together. She tasted just as I remembered. I devoured her mouth, sucked the breath out of her, and captured her moans. I deepened the kiss, demanding everything she had to offer.
I reached down and grabbed her sweater, lifting it over her head. I unclasped her bra and removed the straps from her shoulders as I kissed her. My fingers danced across her skin, relishing in the softness and the curves I knew by heart. I gripped her ass, grinding my erection into her as a gasp escaped her lips. “I’ve missed your cock. I want you so bad.”
She sat up, putting pressure on my cock, and helped me remove my shirt. I never thought I’d be in this spot again. She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants with quick fingers. I did the same to her before pushing them down her hips and waiting for her to remove them. She had a pretty pink G-string underneath with her neatly trimmed blond hair peeking through the lace. I lifted my hips and let her pull my pants down as she moved with them down my legs. My cock sprang free and bounced, hitting my stomach. She climbed off the bed and took both of our jeans with her, depositing them on the floor. She crawled up my legs like a tiger staring at me as if I were a meal after a fast. The hair on my body stood up at the sensation or the déjà vu of seeing her on my body again.
She stopped at my cock and ran her nails up the length. It twitched, calling for more attention, preferably from her mouth. She knew I loved the feel of her lips wrapped around my cock. She ran her tongue around my balls and up the sensitive skin of my cock, latching on to the sensitive tip. She drew it into her mouth without the use of her hands. I watched her ass as her body moved up and down, taking me fully, swallowing me whole. I lay there and took everything she gave—I was greedy and felt no remorse. It wasn’t enough for me. I needed more and wanted to possess her. I needed the lust and passion, and my hands wrapped around her.
I grabbed her arms, pulling her toward me, needing to be in control and wanting to bury myself deep. I reached down and grabbed her panties, twisting them in my fist from the side. I pulled quickly, hearing the snap of the cloth as it ripped from her flesh. I lifted her by her hips, setting her on the bed next to me, and rolled on top of her, nestling between her legs. I held my cock in my hand as I poked her opening. I didn’t give a fuck if she was ready for me or not. I was ready, and she wasn’t protesting. I inserted the tip before withdrawing my hand and gripping her ass, tilting her upwards. I jammed my cock into her, causing her body to move slightly across the bed. I moved my arm from her side to under her back and secured her in place.
I pumped and thrust, taking out all my anger and frustration on her pussy. She moaned and screamed, not giving a fuck who heard in the next room. I knew she wouldn’t last long as her pussy clamped down on my cock. I left my cock buried inside of her as I adjusted myself to a sitting position. I grabbed a pillow from the bed and placed it under her ass, giving me an angle and freeing my hands. I bent her legs, placing them between her body and mine.
I leaned against her shins, my body hovering above her. I wrapped my hands around her neck as I increased my speed and depth. I pressed down on the arteries in her neck, decreasing the blood flow to her brain. She wrapped her arms around my wrist and held my hands to her neck. Lisa loved to be choked when she came. It heightened the sensation and increased the intensity.
I became lost in the moment as I watched her face turn red while my hands were wrapped around her neck. Her eyes began to glisten, and my thrusting turned angry and unrelenting. I squeezed and pumped until I felt her body tighten, and her pussy convulsed around me. The sight of her in my grip, vulnerable to me and my ability to end her life in a second made my spine tingle. It tipped me over the edge, sending shockwaves through my body.
I released my hands, and she began to gasp and cough, gulping air and trying to catch her breath. I watched as the redness drained from her face, leaving a soft pink glow. “Just how you wanted it?”
“You scared me a little,” she coughed. “I didn’t think you were going to let go.”
“I almost didn’t. I could have ended you right there.”
“I knew you wouldn’t, Kayden. You love me too much to hurt me.”
“Past tense.”
“What?” She ran her hand across her face and settled it on her neck, rubbing the now sensitive pink skin. “I almost blacked out.”
“Ilovedyou too much to hurt you before, but it was a temptation I had to fight.” Her eyes grew huge as she stared at me. “You’re lucky I have self-control, Lisa. I almost got lost in the moment.”
Flopping on my back, I tried to steady my breath. She rolled over and snuggled into my side underneath my arm. “I know you love me. Deny it all you want. I’m part of you.”
“Lie to yourself all you want, Lisa.” The room became silent, with only the sounds from the living room television filling the air. She rubbed her cheek against my chest before settling in and getting comfortable. I would have wrapped her up and enveloped her with my body if we were still a couple. But instead, I let her lay against me as I enjoyed the warmth and thought about my future.
My orgasm wasn’t only a release of pent-up sexual tension between us, it was a release of the anger and hurt she’d caused. I knew I could move forward, leave her behind, and make a life I wanted. Free of relationships and filled with sex.
We spentNew Year’s Eve day walking around the Quarter. I showed Lisa as much of the city as I could since it was fairly new to me. The city buzzed as preparations for that night’s celebration were being completed. The Fleur de Lis sat atop a pole on Decatur Street, waiting for the clock to strike midnight. I’d made dinner reservations at a beautiful restaurant just outside the Riverwalk for us to talk before heading into the hordes of people celebrating in Jackson Square.
We placed our dinner order, and there was an uncomfortable pause in the conversation. As we’d walked around, we talked about the city, but sitting here at the table with her, there was a tension between us. “Kayden,” Lisa said.
“Yeah?” I sipped on my beer and waited for her to comment about my drinking. Why would today be any different than before?
“Since you’ve left, it’s been hard for me to make the bills each month. I spent all the money I had on the plane ticket.” She fidgeted with the napkin on the table. “Could you help me out?”
“You already get a couple hundred dollars from me each month.” I stared at her.Since I left?What the fuck?She seemed to be rewriting history. Maybe it made her feel better to think it was my choice instead of her forcing it on me.
“I know, but it’s not enough. Christmas wiped me out this year, and I need some help,” she begged. “Please.”
One thing Lisa always liked was money. She liked to live above her means, and her five-finger discounts helped her achieve that with her mediocre pay as a receptionist. “Fine, Lisa. I’ll give you five hundred dollars and the cash for your ticket.” I already owed her thousands, what was a couple hundred dollars more? “If you promise to send me my things, Lisa.” I wasn’t thrilled about the idea, but she said she’d send me some things from her home. I’d look at it as payment. If I didn’t give her the cash, I’d likely see nothing. Everything had a price when it came to her.
“Thank you, baby,” she said.
I held up my hand. “Lisa, I’m not your baby. We’re through in that way, forever.”
