Fighting Faith (3 page)

“Eric,” she said, her head tilting to the side.

He started to raise the bag, but froze as she came into full view. The lacy black slip she wore hugged her curves, and he swallowed hard. He could make out her nipples clearly through the thin material, and his dick stiffened. He lowered the bag to conceal his growing erection, angry with himself for reacting to her this way— angry with Faith for parading around in something so skimpy.

“Something you wanted?” she asked. The snotty tone sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

Looking anywhere but at her, he said, “Yeah, I had a bet with everyone. They said if I came over this early, I’d find the four guys you fucked last night still taking turns ramming your ass, but I told them nobody would be caught dead with you,
sober
, in the light of day.” Eric didn’t know why he said it, for some reason it made him feel good to put her down.

With a sneer, she said, “Well, I guess, as always, you’re the winner. Now, what do you want?”

With his dick back in its place, he reached out and handed her the bag. “Sarah asked me to bring these to you.”

She took the bag and looked inside at the assortment of homegrown vegetables.

“Anything else?”

Before he could stop himself, he blurted, “Yeah, before anyone else sees you, I should let you know, you look like a heifer in that get-up.”

“Fuck you, Eric.”

He could tell the comment stung. Women— always so hung up on their weight. “You wish you were lucky enough to fuck me.” He laced the comment with as much conceit as he could muster. She rolled her eyes and turned to go inside. The beautiful shape of her rear as she wrestled the stubborn sliding door open revived his hard-on. “Yeah, you best get that fat ass inside before it eclipses the sun.” She froze in the doorway, her body visibly tense. Why did he say shit like that? Why did he feel the need to be
that
guy when he was around her?

Faith whipped around. “What is your problem?” she asked, through gritted teeth. “Why the hell do you act like such an asshole?” She marched toward him, not stopping until she was just inches away, and glared up at him. Eric could see the fury in her eyes; he could also see the shape of her supple breasts as they heaved in anger. He hated it turned him on as much as it did.

“I don’t like sluts and I think they should be treated like the trash they are.” He heard the words travel through the air, and was amazed he would talk to a woman that way.

Without warning, Faith’s hand flew up and slapped him hard. “You’re a prick!”

“Whore,” he shot back, as the sting spread across his face. When her hand rose again, he was ready and grabbed her wrist before she could make contact, squeezing it harder than he knew he should. Her left hand shot up in the form of a fist and caught him on the jaw. The hard hit rattled his brain for a moment, but he still had the presence of mind to grab her other wrist.

Glaring down at her, he asked, “Are we done now?”

She didn’t answer, but fire filled her narrowed eyes and perspiration spotted her brow as she tried to pull free. Not wanting to risk being hit again, Eric held her wrists until he saw her breathing begin to slow. When she seemed calm, he eased his hands away, but as soon as he let go, she reached up and grabbed both his ears, pulling them as hard as she could.

“What the hell, Faith?” The pain was immense. Eric grabbed at her hands to pull them away, but it only made her pull harder. He couldn’t help but lower his body, trying to follow the direction she pulled. His brain flashed white light; he couldn’t believe it hurt so badly. He squeezed her wrists to keep her from pulling any harder, but when he tried to pull her away, her nails bit into his skin.

He could see the hatred in her face. Did she think she could kill him this way? By now, the pain was so intense, he wondered the same thing. Rage filled him, and he yanked her arm as hard as he could, but her grip was so tight, it did nothing but bring them both to their knees and send agonizing tendrils of pain through his body. Her expression changed to one of smug satisfaction. She held him there, not letting him move, and threatening to rip off both of his ears if he struggled anymore.

In a deep voice, she carefully enunciated, “You don’t talk to me like that. Do you hear me?” By the end, she was almost shouting and her fingers dug into his ears even deeper. He didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, as he fought for air through his pain. On their knees, she had him level with her chest, and Eric wondered that he had no hard on now as her nipples strained against the thin, silky fabric and stared him in the face.

Without thinking, he shoved his face to her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

He bit down as hard as he could. With a scream, Faith released his ears and Eric wrestled her to the ground. He sprawled on top of her, his hands still holding her wrists, and her nipple still between his teeth. He pinned her wrists to the damp boards of the deck, stretching her arms above her head, keeping them as far away from him as possible. Her breath came in short bursts as she strained against him and he bit harder until her struggling stopped. When tears filled her eyes, he released his bite.

“You son of a bitch, what the fuck?” she spit, fighting for air. “I swear I’m gonna kill you!” She wiggled under his weight, trying to free herself. As she squirmed, Eric felt his cock move, even though his ears still burned and throbbed.

‘Good luck, Faith. You don’t seem to be in a position to do much of anything.” Her eyes were dark with rage as she struggled to catch her breath. “You can’t keep me here all day; eventually, you have to let me up, and when you do…”

“You’ll do what?” he cut her off. “Trust me— I’m not letting you up until I’m sure it’s safe. I’ve got all day to lay here if I have to.” His dick was rock hard, and he knew she could feel it, especially when she writhed under his weight. Eric lifted himself slightly to find a more comfortable position, and although nearly imperceptible, she raised her hips with him. Glancing down, he saw her nipples hardened against the black slip. He licked his lips.

“Yep,” he continued to look at her breasts, “I could entertain myself all day, right here.” Her body trembled. Hatred flashed in her eyes. He hoped she saw the same feeling reflected back, despite his erection. After the way she tortured his ears, he decided a little torturing of his own might be justifiable.

He looked back to her nipples and chose the one he hadn’t bitten so viciously. Through the material, he gently circled it with his tongue. Faith gasped, and when he looked at her, there was confusion in her expression. He returned to her nipple, lightly licking it again, sucking it into his mouth. A moan escaped her lips as he flicked it with his tongue.

“Eric, you don’t want to go there, buddy. Not a good idea,” she said, her voice still venomous.

“Don’t I?” he asked. Using his teeth, he pulled the top of her slip down to reveal her breast and one very erect nipple. “I’m pretty sure I do,” he said as he pulled the stiff bud into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. This time, he could definitely feel her hips rise as she tried to stifle a moan. He released it and moved to the other side, pulling at the material with his teeth again. Her other nipple remained swollen from his abuse. Gently, he made a ring around it with the tip of his tongue. Remembering what made him bite it in the first place, he sucked it into his mouth hard, creating as much pressure on it as he could without biting it again.

Faith cried out in pain and tears came to her eyes, so he released it. “God damn you, Eric, I swear, you are going down. I’ll kick your ass myself!”

“Still think you have some kind of power here, don’t you?” he said in a nasty tone, his pulse increasing. He could feel it from his throbbing cock clear up to his aching ears. “Sluts don’t have power. They give it away every time they fuck someone.” Slut or not, he was beyond turned-on and wanted her, now. He took both her wrists in one hand, keeping them pinned to the ground, and brought his other hand down to the bottom of her slip. Feeling around for the hem, he slipped his hand underneath and slowly slid it up her leg. He found nothing but smooth skin as far up as her hip.

“Just as I figured, sluts don’t wear panties either.”

Through her teeth, barely able to control the danger in her voice, she said, “I’m at home, and I
was
alone. I didn’t think there’d be anyone checking!” Eric ran his hand up and back down her leg, lifting his weight to access her inner thigh. “I bet your pussy’s wet too, just like a slut’s.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but his hand found its mark. He slowly ran a finger up her flooded slit. Her mouth remained open, but no words came out. He stopped when he reached her clit— he could feel her tremble and her hips rise when he circled it with his finger. He pulled her nipple back into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it to match his finger circling her clit. When he flicked the bud of her nipple with his tongue, he let his finger brush across her swollen clit, making her gasp and thrust her hips.

As he pierced her with his finger, he said, “Yeah, just what I thought; soaking wet.” She felt like heaven.

Faith shook her head at him, and her voice shook the same way, “You are
so
going down when this is over.”

“Am I going down, Faith?’ he asked, pushing a second finger inside as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

She was nearly panting, “Yes, yes you are.” Her face flushed and her eyes went from a burning fire to a smoldering haze, struggling to keep their focus.

Eric removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth. He stuck them between his lips and slowly sucked them clean. “I don’t think I can wait that long.” Goosebumps spread across her flesh and fire returned to her eyes, but the flame was one of desire and need.

In a flurry of movement, he released her arms and legs, put his hands under her hips while rising to his knees, and lifted her up until only her head and shoulders were on the ground, and her cunt was in his face. She cried out in surprise, as her legs kicked in the air, not sure where to go. Her slip fell and gathered above her breasts.

“Oh my God, Eric, what the hell are you doing?”

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him to hold her up. With his other hand, he spread her folds. Eric’s mouth watered as the musky scent of her desire filled his senses and made him dizzy.

“I’m going down.” His brain told him to stop and leave her there, but his lust cried louder. Ignoring the nagging voice, he buried his tongue in her pussy, the taste and texture of her finally silencing the part of him that warned him to run. Faith’s eyes fluttered and closed, the fight in her draining away.

Slowly, his tongue travelled up one side of her slit, and then lazily circled her clit. As he sucked her labia into his mouth, Faith cried out and finally draped her legs over his shoulders.

More juices rushed to the surface to urge him on. Eric lapped them, careful not to make direct contact with her swelling bud. He teased her, and she moaned as he ran his tongue up the other side, and again, circled her clit.

Now that her hands were free, Faith reached up and entwined her fingers through his hair, clenching it in her hands. Eric was slightly shocked, afraid the battle would begin again with her tearing his hair out, but her firm grip pulled his head to her. Her heels dug into his back.

He continued to tease her as she softly moaned, circumnavigating her opening with his tongue, then back up to barely brush her clit.

“Ah! Oh God, please,” she cried. Spasms wracked her body.

Eric thrust his finger inside her, then another, as deep as he could. He felt her muscles contract around him as his tongue found her bud. Faith writhed in pleasure as he pushed against it, sucked it between his teeth, and ran his tongue over it again and again. He continued to sink his fingers into her, massaging her g-spot, licking and sucking her clit until she released his head and slapped her hands to the ground on either side of her.

“Oh! Oh my God! I’m gonna come!”

The surprise in her voice made him wonder if it was her first time, so he worked harder, until she screamed in ecstasy and juice gushed around his fingers. Her fists pounded the ground and her thighs locked around his head as he ran his tongue up her slit, sucking and licking all of the come her orgasm produced. He’d never tasted anything like her— it was intoxicating.

Wanting more, Eric continued to suck and lick her clit between his lips until he felt her come again. While her body wracked in spasms of pleasure, he savored every drop her pussy squeezed out for him.

He eased her trembling hips to the ground and quickly removed his clothes before she could recover. Eric didn’t want to take the chance of her running before he got his turn. He kept his mouth shut, not trusting what he might say. At this point, the last thing he wanted to do was piss her off again, although, considering the state she was in, he didn’t think anything he said would have any effect. As he removed his shirt and jeans, Faith squeezed her legs together and twisted her hips from side to side, still riding the remaining waves of her orgasms.

Eric lay over the top of her and squeezed his knee between her legs. When she opened them slightly, he slipped his other knee in, using them to spread her legs wide. She tried to meet his gaze, but he could tell she was only now regaining her focus, and he couldn’t read her expression. He reached down and ran his finger up her slit as it quickly flooded once more.

Finding her still swollen clit, he brushed it and flicked it with his finger until she cried out. He licked her jaw line, stopping to nip at her chin. Continuing to her ear, he took her lobe into his mouth and tugged it gently between his lips.

Still moaning and gasping, Faith reached down and dug her nails into his ass. Taking it as a signal, he ran his dick up and down her pussy, and eased just the tip into her opening. He was so hard; nothing could have stopped him from fucking her right then. No one had ever turned him on the way she did. If the earth swallowed them up at that moment, he still would have found a way to bury his cock inside this woman.