Fic: The harder you come, the further you fall (Chad/Sophia, NC-17++)
Written for my non-J2 CW RP Ficathon. Possibly the dirtiest thing I've ever written. I'm kinda proud of that.
Title: The harder you come, the further you fall
Author: Moosesal
Pairing: Sophia Bush/Chad Michael Murray, guest appearance by Jared Padalecki
Rating: NC-17, for real
Warning: Het? Pegging, ass-to-mouth, dirtytalk. Oh wait, some of us don't think of those as warnings ... *g*
Disclaimer: This probably never happened. That makes me sad.
Original prompt: "sucking on my titties like you wanted me, callin' me all the time" - Peaches
Secondary prompt: "was I ever more than ordinary" - Kasey Chambers
The first time they fucked, Chad couldn't stop sucking Sophia's nipples. They were thick and deep brown and he thought he might be in love with them -- not that the rest of her wasn't spectacular too, of course. He'd tug them between his teeth, biting gently and delighting at the way Sophia would gasp and arch her back. But then one night she said, "I got something better for you to suck on, baby," and his world turned upside down. In all the right ways.
They never fucked quite the same way again.
~~~~~
"Fuck," Chad groaned. "Fuck me. Yeah."
Sophia stilled and ran a finger down Chad's spine. "Such a good little whore." Her fingers traced his hole then she slowly pressed one inside next to her strap-on cock. "So open for me. Such a greedy little ass."
Chad tried to move against her, but she gripped his hip and held him still.
"Please." He always begged so pretty. Her sweet, sweet boy. So cock hungry.
"You want it? You want my big cock, baby?"
"Yes ... Please."
She pulled out and sat back on her heels. "Show me," she said, gripping her cock at the base. "Suck me, baby. Suck me real good."
Chad didn't hesitate. He turned around and ran his tongue up the dildo then opened his mouth and slid down, taking as much as he could. He groaned and mmm'd -- uncaring of the latex, the lube, the ass it had just been inside -- and began bobbing his head up and down. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked the head, glancing up at her through his lashes, then moved up and down again.
"Such a good boy. Sucking my cock. My cock that was just in your ass."
Chad groaned again and started to reach for his own cock, but Sophia grabbed his arm and said, "Unh uh. No touching. Not tonight." She pushed him back and lay down on the bed. "Want you to ride me, baby. Work yourself on my cock. Wanna see you come without touching yourself."
Like the greedy little slut he was, Chad straddled Sophia's hips and positioned her cock at his hole then slid down in one smooth motion. He looked at her, silently asking for permission, and she nodded. "Go ahead. Fuck yourself."
He raised himself then just let go. He set a fast, hard pace. So beautiful with his back arched, his head tipped back exposing his neck. He looked both strong and vulnerable at once. His breath quickened and again he reached for his cock, but Sophia caught his hands in hers and held them tight. "No touching," she reminded him. "You can do it, baby. Come on, come for me." She smiled at his whimper and then grinned wider at her own building pleasure. Every thrust against her brushed the harness against her clit. That combined with just watching Chad had her so close. Chad moved faster and Sophia felt it -- wave after wave after wave, rolling through her body. She closed her eyes, her body drawn tight as she rode out the sensations.
Then splashes of warm wet across her belly and breasts. She opened her eyes to see Chad staring at her, his expression open and amazed. His breathing slowed and he grinned at her. "Love you," he whispered.
"Love you, too. Now clean me up." He moved off of her and started to climb off the bed, but she grabbed his leg. He turned and looked at her and she shook her head. "With your tongue." He didn't even hesitate to crawl back over and do exactly as she'd asked.
"Such a good boy." She patted him on his head. "No one's ever gonna fuck you like I do, baby."
~~~~~
He'd left five message and still no response from Jared. It must be a crazy day on set for the guy. But Chad needed help. And he needed it now. This time Jared picked up on the third ring and said, "I'll call you back in five. Promise." Then he hung up. Fucker.
Six minutes later -- Jared was never on time -- Chad's phone rang. As soon as he flipped it open Jared was asking, "What's wrong man?" He sounded genuinely concerned and Chad felt guilty for a moment that Jared probably thought this was something serious. Not that it wasn't, it just wasn't serious in the way that Jared defined serious.
He scratched the back of his head and felt a little embarrassed. But it was too late to turn back now -- he needed advice. "She won't fuck me."
He heard Jared choke and cough before sputtering out a "What?!?"
"Kenzie. She won't fuck me. And she left."
"What'd you do?" Jared had witnessed Chad fucking up with women before, but the accusation hurt anyway.
"Nothing. It's just ... she thinks it's perverted or something."
Silence. "I thought ... haven't you guys been sleeping together for a while now?"
"Yeah." Chad drawled. Jared was a moron. Chad could practically smell the smoke from the gears grinding in Jared's head.
"Okay, I'm not getting it. You were fucking and now you're not, but you didn't do anything ... and she left?"
Chad rolled his eyes even though Jared couldn't see it. The boy was dense. "Jared," he said with his 'pay attention, you idiot' voice. "She won't fuck me." The emphasis on fuck made it clear, if Jared choking again was anything to by.
"You mean ..."
"Jesus, you are thick. Yes. Fuck me. Up the ass. She won't do it."
"Well ... dude, I don't know what to tell you. That uh ... is kind of perverted. And a little gay."
Chad laughed at that. It was true, Jared didn't take it up the ass. Ever. But he'd said it like he had some objection to anal sex and they both knew that was a lie. "Right, but fucking Jensen's so straight."
"Screw you."
"Is that an offer?"
Jared hung up. Chad shook his head and laughed. Christ. It wasn't like he and Jared hadn't fooled around a time or two. But things were different then. They were both single and it had just been a fuck. It had never been like what he'd had with Sophia. No one had ever been like Sophia. And while Jared hadn't helped him any, Chad hung up the phone knowing what he needed to do.
~~~~~
Sophia arrived on set and went to drop off her bag at her trailer before heading to wardrobe. There was a note on the door.
Your place tonight? For old time's sake? CMM
She couldn't even laugh. It was ludicrous. He was leaving her a note asking to hook up? They were divorced. They'd been divorced for a long time. He'd never been one to do drugs, but this? This made her wonder if he suddenly had a problem nobody had noticed.
She was in makeup when he poked his head in the door and said, "Hey. You get my note?"
"Yeah. I'd say 'no' but I'm not sure you'd get the point. So instead, let's go with No. Fucking. Way."
"Right." He stepped back and closed the door, but not before she saw the devastated look on his face. What the hell?
Ten hours later she found him leaning against the hood of her car. All she wanted was to go home. Have something to eat. Go to bed. She sighed and started to tell him off when he said, "You were right, you know."
"Right? About what, Chad?" She was tired. She didn't need this shit.
"You once said that no one would ever fuck me like you did."
She just stared at him. What was she supposed to say to that?
"You fucked me brilliantly. In more ways than one."
"Are you actually blaming me for our split? Seriously?" He'd always had balls, but this was over the top. Even for him.
"Was I ever anything to you? You walked away without even trying, Soph. I fucked up, but ... but there's never been anyone who could --"
"Who could what? Bend you over and fuck you just the way you like? You miss the sex? Kenzie won't give you what you need so you crawl back to me for a quickie? Fuck you. Go out to the Bunny Ranch, I'm sure they'll take care of you."
She thought she heard him mutter something like, "Kenzie's gone" but she wasn't asking. She didn't care who was or wasn't fucking Chad. It wasn't her problem anymore.
She opened the door of her car and just barely had enough time to jump back before Chad's hand on the window pushed it closed again. She glared at him.
"Don't tell me you've found someone else who lets you fuck him. Who does anything and everything you tell him to." He leaned and whispered in her ear, "Who gets on his knees and sucks your dick. Let's you put your fist up his ass." Out of nowhere his fingers grazed her inner thigh, so close but not quite touching her there. She felt heat and damp in her jeans. She shifted into his touch, putting his hand where she wanted it. She must be crazy for even considering it.
"My terms."
"Always."
"My house. One hour. Don't be late. And don't be early."
He stepped away and let her into her car. She somehow managed to control the shaking until she'd pulled out of the parking lot. When she pulled over halfway home to pull herself back together, she was happy they filmed in Wilmington instead of LA.
~~~~~
Chad pulled up to Sophia's house with three minutes to spare. He spent the first two minutes just sitting in the car, staring at the front door. He stepped out of the car and straightened his clothes. He looked up the street, studied the front yard, checked his watch again. Twenty seconds. He carefully made his way to the front door, staying on the pavement of the driveway and then the brick walkway. He didn't dare disturb the grass or the flowers. He reached the door, wiped his feet on the mat, checked his watch. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
He lifted the brass knocker and tapped twice. Not too loud, not too soft.
The door opened without delay and Sophia turned her back to him, walking down the hall. "Perfect timing. I see you remember something. Let's see if you remember anything else."
She was in track pants and a T-shirt. Her feet bare, hair pulled back in a ponytail. He hadn't gotten much of a glimpse of her face before she turned away, but he thought she'd washed it clean, no makeup. She was at home. She was at ease. This was her domain and she'd let him in.
He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. Leather boots and a whip? A mask of fancy makeup and hair? Not that they'd done that sort of thing much in the past. But he'd expected some sort of defense, certainly. On the surface, however, she was completely open to him and he had to wonder if it would last.
He followed her down the hall and into a sparsely decorated bedroom. They'd not been married long, but he knew Sophia well enough to immediately recognize this as a guest room. There was the protection. She wasn't taking him into her bedroom, into her private space. He didn't ask about it though, or complain. He knew how lucky he was just to be here.
She stood at the window staring out into what he assumed was the backyard. He stopped just inside the doorway and waited.
"Strip and get on the bed. Face down." He'd always loved the huskiness of her voice, and when she used it to order him around in the bedroom it never failed to turn him on. He felt his cock twitch in his pants and he reached to open his belt and then his jeans. He stripped quickly and efficiently. Folded his clothes and neatly placed them on a chair by the closet, his shoes just below on the floor.
He moved onto the bed, lying face down just as he'd been told. He could hear his heartbeat thrumming in his ears. His breath quickened in anticipation and then caught for a moment when he felt the bed dip to his left.
He felt her hand, cool and soft, against his lower back. She rested it there for a moment and Chad just soaked it up. It had been so long since she'd touched him when they weren't in front of the camera. He could smell her, something a little spicy, a little masculine, a little familiar. It reminded him of a cologne he used to wear when they first got together. It was comforting.
Her hand pressed firmer as she shifted to straddle his hips. He could feel the soft cotton of her pants against his ass and legs. He twitched slightly at the cold of her bare feet against his thighs. Then both hands were on him, the tips of her nails scratching lightly as she traced patterns across his shoulders and down to the top of his ass.
"What are you here for, Chad?"
"Anything. Whatever --"
"What would you choose if it were up to you?"
He'd never had a choice before. She'd always decided. He knew what he wanted but he hesitated, uncertain if it was a trick question. She must have sensed his confusion because she said, "It's not a trick. What would you choose?"
He swallowed and squeezed his eyes tighter, scared what he might see out the corner of his eye if he were to risk a glance. "Fuck me," he whispered. "I want you to fuck me. Hard. Fast. Rough."
"Hmmm. We'll see."
She slid off of him and the bed and left the room. He heard noises in the next room that sounded like a drawer being opened then closed. She padded back into the room and nudged his feet apart before moving back onto the bed, this time kneeling between his legs. There was a soft snap and she said, "Hold yourself open." He quickly reached back and did as told, then there was the shock of lube being drizzled over his hole. Cold and slick. Another snap, this one the familiar sound of a latex glove. Fuck, he thought. Is she gonna...?
One finger circling his hole stopped all thoughts. She circled and circled and circled, then pressed in just a little. Not enough to really be inside him, just testing him, seeing how relaxed he was. He breathed deep and let his body sink into the mattress and open to her touch.
More circling, more pressing, and then finally, finally, inside. One small, delicate finger inside him. She pressed all the way in, slid part way out, then back in again a few times then pulled out.
More lube. Then her finger again.
He wanted her to talk to him, to call him her 'filthy whore' or 'cock slut' like she'd always done before. But he wasn't hers anymore. He'd fucked that up. And despite the fact that he was spread out before her now, there really was no going back. And he didn't really see much going forward either.
He groaned when a second finger joined the first, then caught himself. He hadn't been given permission to make noise. But again, she knew what he was thinking. "It's okay," she said. "You can speak. Or moan."
He just nodded at first and then she pressed deep and just barely grazed his prostate. He grunted out a "fuck" and jerked his hips against the bed.
"No moving." To punctuate her words she removed her fingers and sat back so that her body wasn't touching his at all.
"Sorry."
Her touch returned, two fingers still. Sliding in and out. In and out. Scratching just right on every third or fourth stroke. Not enough to make him come, but enough to keep him interested for hours. Enough to exhaust him with want without ever giving him release. Enough to make him regret that he'd never have this again, that he maybe didn't deserve it now.
Three fingers. The stretch that he loved. Being filled, being opened. Lying there and taking it, letting her use him however she chose. In and out. In and out. The pace was slow and easy and he wanted so much to press back, to fuck himself on her hand, to take his pleasure. But he stayed still, knowing that if he moved she'd take it all away.
"Up." She commanded. Smooth and easy he was on his knees, face smashed in the mattress. He still held his ass open for her. He hated this position, it twisted his neck, put pressure on his shoulders. He loved this position, he felt like such a dirty boy begging to be fucked.
Her fingers left him and he heard the snap of the glove coming off. She wasn't going to fist him. The glove was a tease. Or maybe it was to keep her distance. Or maybe she'd changed her plan mid-game. He didn't know. He didn't dare ask. She reached up and nudged his hands away. He relaxed a bit when he was able to bring them forward. Rested his weight on his elbows, his forehead on his clasped hands.
She moved around a bit behind him, he felt the bed shift from left to right then settle out again. Heard the sound of rustling clothes. "So dirty," she whispered and then he could feel her. Her cock. Pushing into him. Just the head, stretching him open then pulling back again. "So wet for me." She slid up and down his crack, circling his hole with the head, then sliding up and down again. The she was pressing in again, and this time she didn't stop until the head was all the way in.
She reached down and squeezed his balls tight. "You like this, bitch? Like my cock in your tight little pussy?"
"Fuck." Chad gasped for air. She'd gone from zero to sixty without warning. "Fuck, yes." He pushed back a little and instead of pulling away, she slammed in all the way at once. "Fuck!" he screamed.
She stopped and gave him a few seconds to adjust. She'd always been good at reading him and just as he started to relax again she pulled out then slid back in. He'd asked for hard, fast, rough, so it wasn't like he could complain. But after that initial thrust she was slow and gentle. She took her time fucking him. It was so careful and easy. He wanted to see her face, see what she was thinking. He hesitated, then said, "On my back. Would you fuck me on my back? Wanna see you."
She stopped again, holding herself still against him, but he could feel her against his legs. She was shaking ever so slightly. Like shivers, but the room wasn't cold. As she continued to just kneel there, shaking behind him, Chad shifted forward pulling off her cock. He collapsed to the bed and rolled over, pulling his legs up. He held himself open to her and looked up at her face. Her cheeks were wet, her eyes glassy.
"Soph--" he started.
"Don't." She swallowed. "Don't speak." He thought she was going to get up and leave. Tell him to get dressed and get out. But instead she moved forward. He looked down and saw that she had a new cock. It wasn't the one from the last time they'd been together. This was one of those harness-free ones. Knowing that part of it was in her made him hotter, more desperate.
This one was light blue and sheathed with a condom. He wanted it in his mouth. He wanted it in his ass. He wanted it however he could get it. He wanted it now. She slid up close and tipped it down, lining up with his hole then pushed inside him again. He felt a splash of hot wetness against his chest when she was all the way in, but said nothing. Did nothing despite the desire to reach up and wipe her cheeks.
He did nothing. Just laid there beneath her, holding himself open. Waiting.
He worried for a minute that she was going to lose it. But finally she just set her hands next to his shoulders, holding herself above him, and began thrusting her hips. She started slow and easy, letting it build.
"This what you want?" she asked. Her voice was raw -- from lust, from pain, he didn't know. He knew asking was not an option.
"Yeah." He lifted his hips, fucking back, rolling with it. "Fuck me, own me."
"Pull your legs higher." She was shifting back into control with each thrust. She pushed up and when he grabbed his knees and pulled himself open wider she sat back on her heels, shifting her thighs under his ass and oh fuck...
"Shit. Yeah. Right there." Jesus. The angle. The feel of her. So good, too much, not enough.
"Touch yourself." It was an order, not a suggestion. She replaced his hands with her own, holding his legs up and open as she fucked him harder and faster and watched him stroke himself just as fast. He was close. Real close. She tipped her hips again and another jolt had him gasping. "Don't. Come."
His hand stilled and he stared at her. Don't come? Was she fucking kidding?
"Did I say you could stop touching yourself?"
"N-n-no," he stammered as he started stroking himself again. Slower this time, easier. Obeying but trying not to push himself too close.
"You want it? You wanna come, slut?" Her thrusts were hard and even. One. Pause. Two. Pause. Three. Pause. "Huh, baby?"
Chad nodded and gasped out a "yes" and a "please" and an "oh god" and then had to grip his balls tight not to come. She still hadn't given him permission.
"Beg me."
"Please, Soph, please." Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Then nothing. "Oh god. Don't stop. Please. Don't stop."
"You gotta do better than that, dirty cockwhore."
"Fuck me, please. Make me come. Please. Jesus, baby ... please."
Thrust. Thrust. "Come for me. Come for me now." In.In.In.In. She was barely even moving, just pushing again and again and again. He gripped his dick tight, tipped his hips up and back against her. And then he was coming.
Oh god, he was coming. So good, so good, so good.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
So very fucking good.
He was still coming down when he felt her pull out. There was a thunk on the floor and then she was moving up his body and then -- Sweet Jesus. Come to Daddy, baby. -- she was sitting on his face. "Eat me out, bitch."
She ground herself against his face -- against his beard stubble, his nose, his lips and tongue and teeth. "Fuck," she whispered, shifting her hips, fighting him and riding him at once. Her hands came down, touching her clit, sliding in her cunt, slipping in his mouth. He licked and sucked as much as he could, fighting her fingers for access. He reached up with one hand and pinched and tugged at her nipples. He felt it start in her thighs first, tight against his head, then wetness everywhere. He started to choke as his mouth was flooded by her. She just pushed his cheek, turning his head to the side and shoved her fingers inside herself. Fucking herself with her hand, not caring if she smothered him.
His face was slick, he could smell her. Sweet and sweat mixed together. Finally she eased up and fell over to the side, her fingers still inside her pussy. Her body still shuddering every few seconds. He curled up behind her and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"Go." The order quiet but firm, no arguing.
"Soph--"
"I said GO."
"Was I ever more than --"
"Don't, Chad. Just go." Her face was pressed into the pillows, but he knew there were tears there. And it helped -- a little -- to know that maybe she'd missed this too.
Title: The harder you come, the further you fall
Author: Moosesal
Pairing: Sophia Bush/Chad Michael Murray, guest appearance by Jared Padalecki
Rating: NC-17, for real
Warning: Het? Pegging, ass-to-mouth, dirtytalk. Oh wait, some of us don't think of those as warnings ... *g*
Disclaimer: This probably never happened. That makes me sad.
Original prompt: "sucking on my titties like you wanted me, callin' me all the time" - Peaches
Secondary prompt: "was I ever more than ordinary" - Kasey Chambers
The first time they fucked, Chad couldn't stop sucking Sophia's nipples. They were thick and deep brown and he thought he might be in love with them -- not that the rest of her wasn't spectacular too, of course. He'd tug them between his teeth, biting gently and delighting at the way Sophia would gasp and arch her back. But then one night she said, "I got something better for you to suck on, baby," and his world turned upside down. In all the right ways.
They never fucked quite the same way again.
~~~~~
"Fuck," Chad groaned. "Fuck me. Yeah."
Sophia stilled and ran a finger down Chad's spine. "Such a good little whore." Her fingers traced his hole then she slowly pressed one inside next to her strap-on cock. "So open for me. Such a greedy little ass."
Chad tried to move against her, but she gripped his hip and held him still.
"Please." He always begged so pretty. Her sweet, sweet boy. So cock hungry.
"You want it? You want my big cock, baby?"
"Yes ... Please."
She pulled out and sat back on her heels. "Show me," she said, gripping her cock at the base. "Suck me, baby. Suck me real good."
Chad didn't hesitate. He turned around and ran his tongue up the dildo then opened his mouth and slid down, taking as much as he could. He groaned and mmm'd -- uncaring of the latex, the lube, the ass it had just been inside -- and began bobbing his head up and down. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked the head, glancing up at her through his lashes, then moved up and down again.
"Such a good boy. Sucking my cock. My cock that was just in your ass."
Chad groaned again and started to reach for his own cock, but Sophia grabbed his arm and said, "Unh uh. No touching. Not tonight." She pushed him back and lay down on the bed. "Want you to ride me, baby. Work yourself on my cock. Wanna see you come without touching yourself."
Like the greedy little slut he was, Chad straddled Sophia's hips and positioned her cock at his hole then slid down in one smooth motion. He looked at her, silently asking for permission, and she nodded. "Go ahead. Fuck yourself."
He raised himself then just let go. He set a fast, hard pace. So beautiful with his back arched, his head tipped back exposing his neck. He looked both strong and vulnerable at once. His breath quickened and again he reached for his cock, but Sophia caught his hands in hers and held them tight. "No touching," she reminded him. "You can do it, baby. Come on, come for me." She smiled at his whimper and then grinned wider at her own building pleasure. Every thrust against her brushed the harness against her clit. That combined with just watching Chad had her so close. Chad moved faster and Sophia felt it -- wave after wave after wave, rolling through her body. She closed her eyes, her body drawn tight as she rode out the sensations.
Then splashes of warm wet across her belly and breasts. She opened her eyes to see Chad staring at her, his expression open and amazed. His breathing slowed and he grinned at her. "Love you," he whispered.
"Love you, too. Now clean me up." He moved off of her and started to climb off the bed, but she grabbed his leg. He turned and looked at her and she shook her head. "With your tongue." He didn't even hesitate to crawl back over and do exactly as she'd asked.
"Such a good boy." She patted him on his head. "No one's ever gonna fuck you like I do, baby."
~~~~~
He'd left five message and still no response from Jared. It must be a crazy day on set for the guy. But Chad needed help. And he needed it now. This time Jared picked up on the third ring and said, "I'll call you back in five. Promise." Then he hung up. Fucker.
Six minutes later -- Jared was never on time -- Chad's phone rang. As soon as he flipped it open Jared was asking, "What's wrong man?" He sounded genuinely concerned and Chad felt guilty for a moment that Jared probably thought this was something serious. Not that it wasn't, it just wasn't serious in the way that Jared defined serious.
He scratched the back of his head and felt a little embarrassed. But it was too late to turn back now -- he needed advice. "She won't fuck me."
He heard Jared choke and cough before sputtering out a "What?!?"
"Kenzie. She won't fuck me. And she left."
"What'd you do?" Jared had witnessed Chad fucking up with women before, but the accusation hurt anyway.
"Nothing. It's just ... she thinks it's perverted or something."
Silence. "I thought ... haven't you guys been sleeping together for a while now?"
"Yeah." Chad drawled. Jared was a moron. Chad could practically smell the smoke from the gears grinding in Jared's head.
"Okay, I'm not getting it. You were fucking and now you're not, but you didn't do anything ... and she left?"
Chad rolled his eyes even though Jared couldn't see it. The boy was dense. "Jared," he said with his 'pay attention, you idiot' voice. "She won't fuck me." The emphasis on fuck made it clear, if Jared choking again was anything to by.
"You mean ..."
"Jesus, you are thick. Yes. Fuck me. Up the ass. She won't do it."
"Well ... dude, I don't know what to tell you. That uh ... is kind of perverted. And a little gay."
Chad laughed at that. It was true, Jared didn't take it up the ass. Ever. But he'd said it like he had some objection to anal sex and they both knew that was a lie. "Right, but fucking Jensen's so straight."
"Screw you."
"Is that an offer?"
Jared hung up. Chad shook his head and laughed. Christ. It wasn't like he and Jared hadn't fooled around a time or two. But things were different then. They were both single and it had just been a fuck. It had never been like what he'd had with Sophia. No one had ever been like Sophia. And while Jared hadn't helped him any, Chad hung up the phone knowing what he needed to do.
~~~~~
Sophia arrived on set and went to drop off her bag at her trailer before heading to wardrobe. There was a note on the door.
Your place tonight? For old time's sake? CMM
She couldn't even laugh. It was ludicrous. He was leaving her a note asking to hook up? They were divorced. They'd been divorced for a long time. He'd never been one to do drugs, but this? This made her wonder if he suddenly had a problem nobody had noticed.
She was in makeup when he poked his head in the door and said, "Hey. You get my note?"
"Yeah. I'd say 'no' but I'm not sure you'd get the point. So instead, let's go with No. Fucking. Way."
"Right." He stepped back and closed the door, but not before she saw the devastated look on his face. What the hell?
Ten hours later she found him leaning against the hood of her car. All she wanted was to go home. Have something to eat. Go to bed. She sighed and started to tell him off when he said, "You were right, you know."
"Right? About what, Chad?" She was tired. She didn't need this shit.
"You once said that no one would ever fuck me like you did."
She just stared at him. What was she supposed to say to that?
"You fucked me brilliantly. In more ways than one."
"Are you actually blaming me for our split? Seriously?" He'd always had balls, but this was over the top. Even for him.
"Was I ever anything to you? You walked away without even trying, Soph. I fucked up, but ... but there's never been anyone who could --"
"Who could what? Bend you over and fuck you just the way you like? You miss the sex? Kenzie won't give you what you need so you crawl back to me for a quickie? Fuck you. Go out to the Bunny Ranch, I'm sure they'll take care of you."
She thought she heard him mutter something like, "Kenzie's gone" but she wasn't asking. She didn't care who was or wasn't fucking Chad. It wasn't her problem anymore.
She opened the door of her car and just barely had enough time to jump back before Chad's hand on the window pushed it closed again. She glared at him.
"Don't tell me you've found someone else who lets you fuck him. Who does anything and everything you tell him to." He leaned and whispered in her ear, "Who gets on his knees and sucks your dick. Let's you put your fist up his ass." Out of nowhere his fingers grazed her inner thigh, so close but not quite touching her there. She felt heat and damp in her jeans. She shifted into his touch, putting his hand where she wanted it. She must be crazy for even considering it.
"My terms."
"Always."
"My house. One hour. Don't be late. And don't be early."
He stepped away and let her into her car. She somehow managed to control the shaking until she'd pulled out of the parking lot. When she pulled over halfway home to pull herself back together, she was happy they filmed in Wilmington instead of LA.
~~~~~
Chad pulled up to Sophia's house with three minutes to spare. He spent the first two minutes just sitting in the car, staring at the front door. He stepped out of the car and straightened his clothes. He looked up the street, studied the front yard, checked his watch again. Twenty seconds. He carefully made his way to the front door, staying on the pavement of the driveway and then the brick walkway. He didn't dare disturb the grass or the flowers. He reached the door, wiped his feet on the mat, checked his watch. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
He lifted the brass knocker and tapped twice. Not too loud, not too soft.
The door opened without delay and Sophia turned her back to him, walking down the hall. "Perfect timing. I see you remember something. Let's see if you remember anything else."
She was in track pants and a T-shirt. Her feet bare, hair pulled back in a ponytail. He hadn't gotten much of a glimpse of her face before she turned away, but he thought she'd washed it clean, no makeup. She was at home. She was at ease. This was her domain and she'd let him in.
He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. Leather boots and a whip? A mask of fancy makeup and hair? Not that they'd done that sort of thing much in the past. But he'd expected some sort of defense, certainly. On the surface, however, she was completely open to him and he had to wonder if it would last.
He followed her down the hall and into a sparsely decorated bedroom. They'd not been married long, but he knew Sophia well enough to immediately recognize this as a guest room. There was the protection. She wasn't taking him into her bedroom, into her private space. He didn't ask about it though, or complain. He knew how lucky he was just to be here.
She stood at the window staring out into what he assumed was the backyard. He stopped just inside the doorway and waited.
"Strip and get on the bed. Face down." He'd always loved the huskiness of her voice, and when she used it to order him around in the bedroom it never failed to turn him on. He felt his cock twitch in his pants and he reached to open his belt and then his jeans. He stripped quickly and efficiently. Folded his clothes and neatly placed them on a chair by the closet, his shoes just below on the floor.
He moved onto the bed, lying face down just as he'd been told. He could hear his heartbeat thrumming in his ears. His breath quickened in anticipation and then caught for a moment when he felt the bed dip to his left.
He felt her hand, cool and soft, against his lower back. She rested it there for a moment and Chad just soaked it up. It had been so long since she'd touched him when they weren't in front of the camera. He could smell her, something a little spicy, a little masculine, a little familiar. It reminded him of a cologne he used to wear when they first got together. It was comforting.
Her hand pressed firmer as she shifted to straddle his hips. He could feel the soft cotton of her pants against his ass and legs. He twitched slightly at the cold of her bare feet against his thighs. Then both hands were on him, the tips of her nails scratching lightly as she traced patterns across his shoulders and down to the top of his ass.
"What are you here for, Chad?"
"Anything. Whatever --"
"What would you choose if it were up to you?"
He'd never had a choice before. She'd always decided. He knew what he wanted but he hesitated, uncertain if it was a trick question. She must have sensed his confusion because she said, "It's not a trick. What would you choose?"
He swallowed and squeezed his eyes tighter, scared what he might see out the corner of his eye if he were to risk a glance. "Fuck me," he whispered. "I want you to fuck me. Hard. Fast. Rough."
"Hmmm. We'll see."
She slid off of him and the bed and left the room. He heard noises in the next room that sounded like a drawer being opened then closed. She padded back into the room and nudged his feet apart before moving back onto the bed, this time kneeling between his legs. There was a soft snap and she said, "Hold yourself open." He quickly reached back and did as told, then there was the shock of lube being drizzled over his hole. Cold and slick. Another snap, this one the familiar sound of a latex glove. Fuck, he thought. Is she gonna...?
One finger circling his hole stopped all thoughts. She circled and circled and circled, then pressed in just a little. Not enough to really be inside him, just testing him, seeing how relaxed he was. He breathed deep and let his body sink into the mattress and open to her touch.
More circling, more pressing, and then finally, finally, inside. One small, delicate finger inside him. She pressed all the way in, slid part way out, then back in again a few times then pulled out.
More lube. Then her finger again.
He wanted her to talk to him, to call him her 'filthy whore' or 'cock slut' like she'd always done before. But he wasn't hers anymore. He'd fucked that up. And despite the fact that he was spread out before her now, there really was no going back. And he didn't really see much going forward either.
He groaned when a second finger joined the first, then caught himself. He hadn't been given permission to make noise. But again, she knew what he was thinking. "It's okay," she said. "You can speak. Or moan."
He just nodded at first and then she pressed deep and just barely grazed his prostate. He grunted out a "fuck" and jerked his hips against the bed.
"No moving." To punctuate her words she removed her fingers and sat back so that her body wasn't touching his at all.
"Sorry."
Her touch returned, two fingers still. Sliding in and out. In and out. Scratching just right on every third or fourth stroke. Not enough to make him come, but enough to keep him interested for hours. Enough to exhaust him with want without ever giving him release. Enough to make him regret that he'd never have this again, that he maybe didn't deserve it now.
Three fingers. The stretch that he loved. Being filled, being opened. Lying there and taking it, letting her use him however she chose. In and out. In and out. The pace was slow and easy and he wanted so much to press back, to fuck himself on her hand, to take his pleasure. But he stayed still, knowing that if he moved she'd take it all away.
"Up." She commanded. Smooth and easy he was on his knees, face smashed in the mattress. He still held his ass open for her. He hated this position, it twisted his neck, put pressure on his shoulders. He loved this position, he felt like such a dirty boy begging to be fucked.
Her fingers left him and he heard the snap of the glove coming off. She wasn't going to fist him. The glove was a tease. Or maybe it was to keep her distance. Or maybe she'd changed her plan mid-game. He didn't know. He didn't dare ask. She reached up and nudged his hands away. He relaxed a bit when he was able to bring them forward. Rested his weight on his elbows, his forehead on his clasped hands.
She moved around a bit behind him, he felt the bed shift from left to right then settle out again. Heard the sound of rustling clothes. "So dirty," she whispered and then he could feel her. Her cock. Pushing into him. Just the head, stretching him open then pulling back again. "So wet for me." She slid up and down his crack, circling his hole with the head, then sliding up and down again. The she was pressing in again, and this time she didn't stop until the head was all the way in.
She reached down and squeezed his balls tight. "You like this, bitch? Like my cock in your tight little pussy?"
"Fuck." Chad gasped for air. She'd gone from zero to sixty without warning. "Fuck, yes." He pushed back a little and instead of pulling away, she slammed in all the way at once. "Fuck!" he screamed.
She stopped and gave him a few seconds to adjust. She'd always been good at reading him and just as he started to relax again she pulled out then slid back in. He'd asked for hard, fast, rough, so it wasn't like he could complain. But after that initial thrust she was slow and gentle. She took her time fucking him. It was so careful and easy. He wanted to see her face, see what she was thinking. He hesitated, then said, "On my back. Would you fuck me on my back? Wanna see you."
She stopped again, holding herself still against him, but he could feel her against his legs. She was shaking ever so slightly. Like shivers, but the room wasn't cold. As she continued to just kneel there, shaking behind him, Chad shifted forward pulling off her cock. He collapsed to the bed and rolled over, pulling his legs up. He held himself open to her and looked up at her face. Her cheeks were wet, her eyes glassy.
"Soph--" he started.
"Don't." She swallowed. "Don't speak." He thought she was going to get up and leave. Tell him to get dressed and get out. But instead she moved forward. He looked down and saw that she had a new cock. It wasn't the one from the last time they'd been together. This was one of those harness-free ones. Knowing that part of it was in her made him hotter, more desperate.
This one was light blue and sheathed with a condom. He wanted it in his mouth. He wanted it in his ass. He wanted it however he could get it. He wanted it now. She slid up close and tipped it down, lining up with his hole then pushed inside him again. He felt a splash of hot wetness against his chest when she was all the way in, but said nothing. Did nothing despite the desire to reach up and wipe her cheeks.
He did nothing. Just laid there beneath her, holding himself open. Waiting.
He worried for a minute that she was going to lose it. But finally she just set her hands next to his shoulders, holding herself above him, and began thrusting her hips. She started slow and easy, letting it build.
"This what you want?" she asked. Her voice was raw -- from lust, from pain, he didn't know. He knew asking was not an option.
"Yeah." He lifted his hips, fucking back, rolling with it. "Fuck me, own me."
"Pull your legs higher." She was shifting back into control with each thrust. She pushed up and when he grabbed his knees and pulled himself open wider she sat back on her heels, shifting her thighs under his ass and oh fuck...
"Shit. Yeah. Right there." Jesus. The angle. The feel of her. So good, too much, not enough.
"Touch yourself." It was an order, not a suggestion. She replaced his hands with her own, holding his legs up and open as she fucked him harder and faster and watched him stroke himself just as fast. He was close. Real close. She tipped her hips again and another jolt had him gasping. "Don't. Come."
His hand stilled and he stared at her. Don't come? Was she fucking kidding?
"Did I say you could stop touching yourself?"
"N-n-no," he stammered as he started stroking himself again. Slower this time, easier. Obeying but trying not to push himself too close.
"You want it? You wanna come, slut?" Her thrusts were hard and even. One. Pause. Two. Pause. Three. Pause. "Huh, baby?"
Chad nodded and gasped out a "yes" and a "please" and an "oh god" and then had to grip his balls tight not to come. She still hadn't given him permission.
"Beg me."
"Please, Soph, please." Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Then nothing. "Oh god. Don't stop. Please. Don't stop."
"You gotta do better than that, dirty cockwhore."
"Fuck me, please. Make me come. Please. Jesus, baby ... please."
Thrust. Thrust. "Come for me. Come for me now." In.In.In.In. She was barely even moving, just pushing again and again and again. He gripped his dick tight, tipped his hips up and back against her. And then he was coming.
Oh god, he was coming. So good, so good, so good.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
So very fucking good.
He was still coming down when he felt her pull out. There was a thunk on the floor and then she was moving up his body and then -- Sweet Jesus. Come to Daddy, baby. -- she was sitting on his face. "Eat me out, bitch."
She ground herself against his face -- against his beard stubble, his nose, his lips and tongue and teeth. "Fuck," she whispered, shifting her hips, fighting him and riding him at once. Her hands came down, touching her clit, sliding in her cunt, slipping in his mouth. He licked and sucked as much as he could, fighting her fingers for access. He reached up with one hand and pinched and tugged at her nipples. He felt it start in her thighs first, tight against his head, then wetness everywhere. He started to choke as his mouth was flooded by her. She just pushed his cheek, turning his head to the side and shoved her fingers inside herself. Fucking herself with her hand, not caring if she smothered him.
His face was slick, he could smell her. Sweet and sweat mixed together. Finally she eased up and fell over to the side, her fingers still inside her pussy. Her body still shuddering every few seconds. He curled up behind her and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"Go." The order quiet but firm, no arguing.
"Soph--"
"I said GO."
"Was I ever more than --"
"Don't, Chad. Just go." Her face was pressed into the pillows, but he knew there were tears there. And it helped -- a little -- to know that maybe she'd missed this too.