Rubbed Raw (8 page)

At least he couldn’t see the shame on my face. I heard him open a condom, and soon he thrust his cock into me with grunt. Crying into the pillow quietly, I held on as he drove in and out of me intensely.

“Come on, Crystal. Scream for me,” Giovanni begged minutes later, as he slammed against my ass. He picked my hips up a bit more. “You know what I wanna hear.” He moved faster, then smacked my ass. “Give it to me!”

I had to do something before he figured out what was wrong. I closed my eyes and grasped the sheet beneath me. Then I started to rock my hips back toward him with each thrust.

“Oh, yeah, I like that,” he said, breathlessly.

I started pushing back harder, needing him to punish me. What I had done would devastate him, and the feelings for Chad still in my heart were even worse. The headboard was banging into the wall loudly by then.

“God, Crystal… That feels so fucking good.” He started pulling out even more and rammed into me as I rocked back hard against him. I felt the bed moving with each hit. “You’re gonna make me cum faster.”

I started to enjoy it. “Giovanni…” Slam. “Fuck… me…” Slam. “Harder… please.” Slam. “Oh, God… Giovanni… oh God… oh… God!” I pulled on the sheet as I screamed. My entire body tensed and shook at the same time.

“Crystal… Fuck!” He drove into me hard and stopped, his cock swelling and shuddering as he let go. Then he squeezed my hips. “Crystal!” Soon enough, he pulled out then got off the bed. “Shit, the bed’s in the middle of the fucking room.”

I could barely move. A soft “Uh-huh,” was all I could manage before I dropped onto the bed.

Seconds later, he slowly pushed the bed back in place and lay down. He took me into his arms, facing him. I rested my head on his chest and tried not to cry. The guilt had returned, but I needed to keep silent. I couldn’t hurt him. I had to bury it and go on.

“You OK, Crystal?” He asked, raking my hair while I clutched him. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m cold.” I lied, which hurt even more.

Then there was a knock on the door. Giovanni grabbed the blanket and pulled it over us then shouted, “Come in.”

“Hey lovebirds, food’s ready.” Chad didn’t look happy. He obviously heard us.

My eyes opened wide when I noticed he had a hickey on his neck.
How could I not have seen that earlier?
My infidelity felt even worse now. I hoped Chad played it off well. He thought fast on his feet, so I was sure he came up with something believable.

“We’ll be right out,” Giovanni told him. After Chad closed the door again, Giovanni asked, “Are you sure you’re all right? You don’t seem like yourself.”

I looked up at him, hoping he couldn’t see through me. “Maybe the pill I took yesterday wore off.”

“Shit, I forgot. You were supposed to take that this morning!” Giovanni exclaimed as he jumped out of the bed quickly. “I’m gonna have to set an alarm so we don’t forget again. They won’t work if you don’t take them.”

He took out clean clothes and left the room, still naked. Something he normally wouldn’t do with someone else in the house. I sat up and smiled, knowing I was changing him somehow. He had become less uptight about certain things.

He soon came back with the pill and handed me my water. “Please put something on before you go inside. I don’t want Chad seeing you naked again.” Then he was gone, shutting the door behind him.

As I got out of bed, I heard the shower turn-on. Then I grabbed one of Giovanni’s T-shirts and pajama pants. Before I closed the bottom drawer, I saw a picture Chad had taken of Giovanni and I naked. A smile crossed my face, thinking of that day. I knew Giovanni asked Chad to give him a copy, but didn’t know he really did.

It was another clue I missed. Thinking back, I saw so many times when one of us gave the other a hint about our feelings and neither of us caught it. I sighed then got dressed, rolling the legs of the pants up.

Chad whistled at me as I entered the kitchen. “You make anything look good.”

I laughed. “You gotta be kidding me. There’s no way I look good in this.”

“You do to me.” Chad smiled and pulled up the back of my shirt. “I’m so happy you got this.” He touched my lower back. “This makes you so much hotter.”

“It sure does,” Giovanni added from the doorway, in a towel. “Chad, I’m glad you told her to do it. I know it’s a weird question, but have you ever seen it from behind her?”

Chad smirked.

Giovanni laughed. “I’m gonna take that look as a yes. It moves well, don’t it?”

I blushed from their conversation and put my hands over my face. “Hey, keep the guy talk away from me. I don’t want you two doing comparisons or something. Yes, you both seen me naked, and yes you both had sex with me multiple times.”

“Yeah, but I had her first,” Chad chimed in.

I walked out of the room, embarrassed and shocked. With my head in my hands, I sat on the couch. I didn’t want Giovanni to know everything we had done.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Chad sat next to me and draped an arm around my shoulders. “I was just playing around. Guys say shit like that all the time.” He kissed the top of my head. “I love you, Crystal. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I looked up at him, tears still falling. “What we did was private. I don’t want you broadcasting it. I trusted you. How could you tell Giovanni that?”

“Crystal, I already knew. It was obvious,” Giovanni said as he knelt down at my feet, wearing boxers. “That was one of the reasons I assumed you didn’t feel the same way about me.” He took my hands in his. “It doesn’t matter what you did with Chad. All that matters is you’re mine now.”

Suddenly, I threw my arms around him. “I’m so sorry!” I cried out as the guilt overwhelmed me. “It just happened.”

Giovanni pulled away and grasped my arms gently. “What? What happened?” He waited a few seconds before asking. “Crystal, what could you have to be sorry for?”

I looked at him, tears falling, fast. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I said between sobs. “I was so out of it. I thought he was you at first. I love you. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Giovanni let go of me and stood up. “Did you really fuck my girlfriend?” Giovanni grabbed Chad and stood him up. Giovanni didn’t seem to care about their height difference.

Chad fumbled for words, “Um… uh…”

“Did you?” He let Chad go and walked away a bit. Then he looked at me. “Is that what happened, or am I wrong?”

“I did.” Chad’s eyes opened wide as Giovanni came towards him. “I’m sorry, Giovanni. I was so drunk.”

Giovanni punched Chad in the face. He fell to the floor, blood coming from his mouth. “I'm gonna kill you!” Giovanni shouted. He grabbed Chad and hit him again. “You son of a bitch!”

Still crying, I got up. “Stop it, please!”

Chad had his hands up, trying to stop Giovanni’s blows. “Baby, I deserve it. Ow… Fuck!” He groaned as Giovanni connected with his ribs.

I had to do something, but didn’t know what.

“You motherfuckin’ asshole,” Giovanni growled as he punched Chad’s temple. “I told you to keep your fucking hands off her!”

Suddenly, I screamed, “I wanted him instead of you!” The room instantly fell silent.

Giovanni turned around, his mouth agape, “You what?” He came to me and grabbed me tightly by the arms. With a horrified look in his eyes, he shook me hard. “You been lying to me!” He shook me again. “How many times have you done him? You fucking bitch!”

I realized what a stupid thing that was to say. “No, please.” The look in his eyes was frightening.

“She’s lying and you know it!” Chad yelled. “We were just drunk and confused.”

Then Giovanni pushed me down on the couch. He glanced at Chad then scowled at me before clutching my arms again.

“Please don’t hurt me!” I cried even harder.

His expression changed quickly. “Oh, God, I’m sorry.” He crouched down and picked up my hands as I trembled. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” There were tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” I started sobbing.

Chad was still on the floor. “I’m sorry too, man. I was so drunk…”

“You’re still here?” Giovanni roared. He stood up. “Get the fuck outta here!”

Chad got up. “Let me get my keys.” He backed away from Giovanni slowly and grabbed a pile of stuff on an end table. “Baby, I’m sorry.”

Giovanni grabbed a picture frame and threw it at Chad. “Get out!”

I froze on the couch, unsure of what was coming next. I could feel Giovanni’s anger building even more. He paced and breathed heavily for a few seconds. Then he went into his room and came out dressed, helmet in hand.

“Where’re you going?” I got to my knees. “Don’t leave now.”

He ignored me and slammed the door behind himself.

My eyes opened wide, and I quickly ran after him, “Giovanni! No! Come back!” I cried out in the hallway. He didn’t even turn around, just ran down the stairs. “Please, I’m sorry.”

I fell to the floor in hysterics when I heard the building’s main door slam shut. I must have been in that position for a long time. When I heard footsteps, my knees hurt.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Chad quietly said as he took my hands in his. “I didn’t mean....”

“Don’t touch me!” I yelled at him, yanking my hands back. “You’ve done enough.” I put my head in my hands.

“Let’s go back inside.”

I looked up. “You gotta go. He’ll kill you if he finds you here.”

“He left you all alone, baby. What if something happens?”

I bit my quivering lip. “The door locks.”

He pulled me to my feet, and I grabbed his arm to steady myself. “You OK?” He lifted my chin. “What happened after I left? Did he hurt you?”

“No.” I sniffled and slowly walked back to the apartment. Then I groaned at the door. I didn’t have my keys.

Chad came up behind me. “I got it.” He used his and opened the door. “He’ll be back, baby. I just know it.” He held the door open for me. “He’s done a lotta stupid things when he was drunk, believe me. He’s gotta clear his head. He’ll see we didn’t mean to hurt him.”

“It’s not that simple, Chad.” I walked right to my room and stood in the doorway. “We had sex. It’s gonna be a huge thing, especially to him. It’s hard to explain.” My eyes welled up again, knowing how bad I had hurt Giovanni. “Leave, Chad, please. You being here will make it
so
much worse.”

He hugged me from behind, and I squirmed away from him. “Baby, stop it.”

“No, you gotta go, now!”

He exhaled loudly then reluctantly left. I turned back to the bed Chad and I cheated in. The white stain made my tears come even faster. In a rage, I tore all the bedding off it. When clean sheets were on it again, I cried myself to sleep.

A hand touched my back, and I jumped. Giovanni was standing over me, shirtless and sweaty, looking so sexy. I just looked at him, afraid to say the wrong thing.

He didn’t say a word either, just put out his hand and led me to the bathroom, which I found weird. He looked me in the eye, kissed me and pushed me into the wall. When he stepped back, he pulled off my shirt and kissed me again deeply. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as his kisses got stronger.

After maybe a minute, he pushed down my pajama pants, which I shoved aside. Next, he pulled a condom out of his pocket and held it between his teeth. Soon, he was naked also with the condom on.

He pulled my hair again. I started to like it and moaned. Then he lifted me up, spread my legs and shoved my back against the wall, banging my head into it. He looked me in the eye again and kissed me, open-mouthed and with such desire, I forgot why I was upset.

Suddenly, he rammed his entire length into my pussy in one stroke and growled under his breath, “You whore.”

I winced and closed my eyes, worried it was only good-bye sex.
Was that even a phrase?
Then my breath caught in my throat as my body hit into the wall.
He hates me?

He started slamming his hips into me harder than ever before, just on the edge of pain. Thankfully, it pulled me out of my thoughts. He grunted with each violent thrust as I held onto his shoulders to keep from banging into the wall again.

I looked into his eyes and saw only fury, but then he kissed me, forcefully, banging my head into the wall again. “Ow!” I cried out, before moaning, starting to enjoy his roughness.

He grasped my thighs tighter and spread my legs more. “Hurts, huh?” He pounded me harder several times before driving in as deep as possible, grinding slowly. His voice was soft, yet harsh. “You fucking deserve it.” His lips touched my ear, and a soft groan escaped me. “Now you know how I feel.”

Tears sprung from my eyes. He was in so much pain, and it was all, my fault. “I’m so sorry.”

“Fuck you,” he growled softly and slammed into me brutally. He smiled down at me while I whimpered with the aching inside me. “That’s it.” He rammed into me again.

Then he gave me several fast, deep strokes, each brushing my G-spot at just the right angle. My head went back in pleasure. I closed my eyes and moaned again. “Giovanni… damn… Giovanni…” My pitch and volume rose with each mighty thrust. “Giovanni… oh… Giovanni… oh God!”

I screamed and pulled his hair while my pussy contracted around his cock. As I trembled like crazy, he pulled my hair also as he moaned loudly. Then he began hammering his hips into mine so hard, my inner thighs ached. His cock drilled into me so deep, I felt him touch my cervix each time. It felt so amazing, even with the pain.

“Oh!” I cried out, as he ground his cock into me even further. His hips swiveled, and I screamed his name and clawed at his back with the intensity of my quivering. “Fuck, Giovanni… Oh!” I screamed again, taken by surprise. Back to back, it was unbelievable.

He started grunting louder, as he pulled out further and slammed back in even harder. I grimaced at the pain while he did it again and again and again. The pain started to create a strange feeling of euphoria. I moaned loudly. Then he squeezed my thighs so hard, I yelped, but it still felt good.

He soon pushed my legs open wider, stretching them beyond their limit. I shut my eyes tightly, blocking out the strain on my muscles. “Take the pain, slut.” He growled and crushed his hips into mine, stroking me up and down. He brushed up against my clit time after time, sending me into a frenzy.