Love and Murder

Chapter 1-2

“What a b***h,” remarked Noah, an hour later, in bed. “Doesn’t she know that times are tough? You’re busting your ass but—”

“Noah,” I sighed. “Let’s not talk about it anymore. Please.” I leaned forward, wanted to forget for a moment about the money problems.

He put his magazine down, then pushed the comforter off, and slid closer. Noah cupped my face, then moved his thumb over my cheek. His clear blue eyes bore down on me, as I took his hand and kissed the inside of his palm. He pulled back his hand a little, but I held on to it. My mouth took his thumb and used my tongue to bathe it. He stuck his index finger in my mouth and slid it in and out, and stopped only when I dropped my hand. I touched the top of his boxers, felt his hard erection. I gulped then removed his last stitch of clothing, and marveled again at the results of the hours he spent at the gym.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.

“Surprise me,” he moaned.

My lips met his, and his tongue darted in and out, dancing with my own. I pulled away, and his eyes implored me not to tease him, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers found his hard, very thick shaft, and his precum pooled up near the glans. His erection was at full staff so I knew my mouth would not be able to accommodate his full length, yet I scooted so my mouth was positioned correctly.

Noah rewarded me with moans and thrusts. He held my head while he pistoned his c**k in and out of my mouth, not stopping even though I gagged a few times. He could have kept this up for a few more minutes and then provide me a hot, liquid reward but I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. He sat up, panting, and kissed me hard.

“I want you to f**k me, Noah.”

“I don’t have any condoms. Do you?”

“I trust you.”

His eyes widened, knowing what this meant.

Yes, I forgive you.

“You’ve kept your promise, right?

Noah nodded. “I love you, Jake. I’ll never—’’

“—Shhh.” I shook my head. I didn’t want him to make another vow, not tonight. I wanted to forget about the past.

He kissed me, took his time, then ran his tongue on the outside top of my lip. His mouth found my n*****s as he circled both, skimmed his teeth over each a few times, and bit softly. My verbal acknowledgement egged him on as he wet my treasure trail, kissed my body along the way to my d**k.

He licked underneath my p***s, flicked up to the top as I groaned, then repeated the move. His hand pumped and twisted as he later engulfed most of my member with his wet mouth. His tongue slid underneath my balls. Instinctively, I lifted my legs in the process, as Noah darted and circled my spot.

“You like that?”

I grunted in reply as he continued to wet my hole. He inserted one and then two fingers to get me ready. I wanted him inside me. It had been a long time so I didn’t wait for him to insert a third finger. I moved his head off my man p***y. “f**k me, dammit.”

Noah lifted my legs higher, then pulled me closer to him so my ass hung over the edge of the bed. He grabbed lube from the nightstand drawer, grabbed both my ankles, then hoisted my legs between his shoulders. The mushroom head of his large c**k pressed against my back door. I tensed, knowing what would happen next.

Pain, sharp, almost searing but localized as he leaned in, and I felt the crush of his larger, taller frame. His man meat expanded my rectum and my ass lips. He knew what I wanted. Slow movements at first, then fast.

“f**k, you’re tight, Jake,” he whispered, his face inches from me as he started pounding harder, his breathing shorter, more pronounced. Sweat poured off his face and dripped on my chest. I took my hand and licked it, tasting his salt. The only sounds were moans and grunts as Noah’s body, slick with sweat, made fleshy contact with mine. His slowed his thrusts and made them longer. I grabbed his ass and tried to grind him all the way in me. Noah knew what this meant, but pulled all the way out. He then slammed his whole length in me, the feel of his cockhead on my prostate sending me a wave of pleasure. He pulled out slow and waited, then pushed his whole length in, repeated the process several times, until I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I grabbed my c**k and pumped as he picked up the pace again and went faster.

I knew he was close. He squeezed his eyes trying to hold back.

“f**k, Jake, it’s been so long. You better come because I’m ready to blow my wad.”

I grunted and rewarded Noah for his great cocksmanship. He bent over licked my gift and kissed me. His breathing still labored.

“Jake Chandler,” he whispered. “I’ll always love you.”

* * * *

I resolved that morning to try to make things smoother with my ex. I owed it to our daughter.

Noah drove me to work and dropped me off. He promised to be back in a few minutes with coffee as he told me once again he loved me.

After watching him leave in my old BMW, I walked up the creaky wooden stairs and entered the lobby, propping the door open with a cast iron, lion-head door wedge. Raising the blinds rather than turning on the lights in the lobby, I proceeded to my office. I opened the windows in my office to let the crisp November air in the hopes of removing the stuffiness of the room.

After turning on my computer, I phoned Elena.

“Hello,” she said in a whisper.

“Hey, it’s me. Sorry I dropped Chelsea kind of late last night.”

“Jake, I wish you would keep to our agreement to drop off her by eight. At nine, she doesn’t need to be hopped up on sugar. We were up until almost one.”

“You have every reason to be annoyed and I’ll try better next time. I’d like to pick her up in a few hours.”

“Jake—” her voice trailing off.

I hear some muffled sounds in the back. Then I heard voices. It took me a couple of seconds to realize why the sounds were muffled.

After a few moments, Elena came back on. “What time do you want to come over to pick her up?”

“Is there someone there with you?”

“You’ve got no right to ask that question.”

“We had a deal. No sleepovers until we both talked about it and agreed Chel can handle it.”

“Listen, I don’t need this from you. You’re not exactly the greatest promise keeper. So, are you picking up your daughter or not?”

I bit my lip, trying to contain my anger.

“I’ve got this appointment at eleven, so I can be over probably at noon.”

“Don’t say noon, if you don’t mean noon” she said curtly.

“I’ll pick her up at twelve-thirty then.” I pushed the end call button before she could say anything. I didn’t want to have a long, drawn out argument with my ex-wife.