Five
Sorin
I’d gone to Esther’s on a lark, convinced that we could fuck out the weirdness between us and get on with things. What I hadn’t anticipated were the thoughts of her and how she’d felt plaguing me for over a week, leaving me in a continually frustrated state. And as time had passed, I’d become more and more convinced Esther was the only cure for the perpetual hard-on I’d been sporting since I’d left her house.
“Pardon me,” Esther said the following Sunday evening as she brushed past me in the hallway.
I lifted a brow at her, and she narrowed her eyes, her nostrils flaring slightly with her deep exhale. It was the first glimpse of the real her I’d seen all night, and I welcomed it.
After I flashed her a quick smile, she turned on her heel and stomped back toward the dining room, but before she took a second step, I locked my arms around her waist and pulled her to me.
“Your ass looks good in those pants. Feels better against my cock though,” I said, voice low in her ear.
I felt the shiver she tried to suppress, her deep breaths, and the slight little wiggle she gave her hips.
“Unhand me, Sorin,” she said, her voice firm, almost haughty.
I chuckled. “‘Unhand me, Sorin,’” I mimicked as I pulled her closer and ground against her. “I can. If you want. Or I can do this.”
I trailed my lips down the shell of her ear, nipped at her earlobe as I spread my hand wide across the expanse of her stomach and pushed her against me harder, my cock nestling between the warm softness of her ass cheeks as if it was meant to be there.
I couldn’t see her face, but I didn’t have to see her internal struggle. It was evident in her body, her fingers wrapped tight around my wrist as if she wanted to break my hold, her body molded against mine as if she never wanted to leave me.
Slow at first, and then with increasing speed, I moved my hand in a big circle, brushing the undersides of her breasts but not lingering in one spot for too long. I hadn’t even seen all of her, but I needed to know as much as I needed my last breath. I broke her grip on my wrist and snaked my hand under her shirt, moving up her soft stomach to cup her tit, her hard nipple centered in my palm, her full flesh too much for my hand to contain.
Her breaths came in short little bursts now, tight, restricted, but still reminding me of how she’d sounded as I’d moved inside her.
And I knew then I would experience it again, would have her naked before me, her eyes on mine as I took her…
A sharp cry that I instantly recognized as Maria, followed by Vasile’s low, soothing voice that got louder as he approached us broke the lust-filled haze that had descended. Esther jumped and then looked back at me before she scurried to fix her shirt and then practically ran back to the living room.
I stayed put, my heart hammering in time with my cock, my hands clenched tight with desire for her. And then finally, long moments later, I followed.
* * *
Esther
Fawn and Vasile had said nothing when I returned, both having been preoccupied with soothing a crying Maria, but I wasn’t naive enough to think they didn’t see how flustered I was. My heart hammered a furious beat, and desire strong enough to take my breath away coursed through me. I’d told myself that what had happened was a one-time thing, that he had no effect on me, but two minutes in a hallway had given lie to that tale. Sorin was under my skin, and damn if I didn’t want him there.
He sauntered into the living room looking no worse for the wear, a fact that pissed me off. He didn’t even bother to look in my direction, just sat down, his posture loose, relaxed, like he hadn’t just nearly made me come with no effort at all. It probably hadn’t been an effort for him, was just something he did in his spare time with whoever was around. That thought sent my heart rate spiking.
“So how’s the hardware store, Esther?” Fawn asked.
I let my gaze linger on Sorin, only belatedly realizing I’d been staring.
“It’s cool so far,” I finally said. “I haven’t had to cuss anybody out yet, but I have broken two nails.”
Fawn laughed, and I found myself laughing as well. I didn’t mind hard work, but my nails were a vanity. I hated to see them harmed.
“You work at a hardware store?” Sorin interjected, face turned down in a frown.
“Yeah,” I said, turning my own face down to mirror his.
“You shouldn’t work there. It’s no job for a woman,” he said sternly.
“Jesus, did you really say that?” I said, shaking my head incredulously. Like the ass knew anything about women or working for that matter.
“Yeah. It’s not. You should—”