Friday, October 5, 2012

Chapter 45: The Storm Is Coming

Not sure why I never posted this, or the next, chapter, but I wrote them as little stress relievers. And QFD pretty much told me that I had to post them!
For some reason, I posted them on our hockey board, but I never posted them here!
Also, this was set right at the end of the 2011-2012 regular season.


The door from the garage slammed and she jumped out of the chair with a start.


“No, it’s fucking Santa Claus…”

It’s going to be one of those afternoons.

“Baby, come sit down, I’ll grab you a drink an…”

“I don’t want a fucking drink.”

“Okay, well, I saw that hit, I bet you’re sore… so let’s go upstairs and we can gra…”

“I don’t want a shower. I don’t want any pain pills. I don’t want you to rub my muscles.”

She stood completely still, hands clenched together. He’d never been like this before. Sure after a loss he could be a pain in the ass… but this was different. He was… he was being a jackass. Only one other time had he been like…

“What can I do Sidney?”

He didn’t answer for the longest time. She actually thought that he hadn’t heard her, that was how quiet she had asked the question. She was just about to ask again when he looked up from his slouched position against the door frame.

“You know what you can do? I’ll tell you what you can help with…”

And he was on her in two steps.

She jerked as his hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him. He pushed her backwards, walking her to the wall. His body pressed against her, and she felt his hardness poking insistently at her lower abdomen. Eyes closed, she breathed in and out through her nose, unsure of what, if anything, she should be saying or doing.

“Look at me,” he growled.

She blinked quickly, her brown eyes focusing on his hazel ones, and she saw the anger, desire, and hunger.

“Are you afraid of me?”

“No. Not afraid. A bit unsure perhaps, but never afraid.”

“I’m not always a nice guy. I don’t know my own strength. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t scare me away.”

She saw the moment her words registered. His lips came crashing down on hers, his mouth covering, his tongue thrusting and staking it’s claim. She slid her hands up to his hair, intending to pull him closer, but he quickly laced his fingers with hers, pulling her arms above her head and pinning her more sturdily to the wall. She moaned, his dominance melting her panties away in a second. Sid’s head came up, his eyes flashing.

“You like this? You like being my play toy?”

She never answered him. His body, humming with pent-up energy from the loss, kicked into gear and he was quickly dragging her into the hallway, up the stairs, down the second hallway, and into the master bedroom.

“Is John sleeping?”

“Erin took him after the final buzzer. She figured you’d be in a mood and wanted t…”

The door slammed shut and he was devouring her mouth once again. His fingers made quick work of the buttons on both their shirts, and he pushed hers backward. When the material refused to cooperate, he mumbled an expletive against her lips and she heard the telltale rip of fabric.

“Bastard! That was one of my favorite shirts! I can’t believe you woul…”

“Shut. Up.”

He moved behind her, the tips of his fingers swiftly sliding over her back as he flipped her hair over one shoulder and worked on the clasps of her bra. His task complete, he rid her of the satin cups, his palms slipping over soft flesh and reaching up to grab significant amounts of each breast in his hands. He pawed at her, pinching her nipples roughly, pulling the hardened tips away from her body until she hissed a breath between clenched teeth.


Sid wrapped one arm around her middle, his crotch grinding into her ass as he let her feel how hard he was for her, how hard she made him. He listened to the breathy little noises as he twisted her nipples like he was tuning a guitar. The skin on her neck and shoulder beckoned like a lighthouse, and he placed a trail of sloppy kisses along her skin, starting at her shoulder. As he moved toward her neck, he left sucker marks and love bites.

“Ahhh, Sid, don’t bite so haaaaAARRRDD! Oh god!”

He nipped at her neck, biting down and sucking hard as he squeezed the tit still in his hand. Then he tried something new, seeing how much she’d let him get away with today. With one arm still snug around her waist, he continued to suck on her neck as he released her breast and the resounding smack as he slapped it echoed throughout their bedroom.

She gasped and he held his breath. Then her body shuddered and she leaned back into him.

“Fuck, you liked that, didn’t you?”

She didn’t answer him, so Sid shoved the hand at her waist down into her pants, under her panties, and felt the proof himself. She was soaked. He moved two fingers over her clit and was rewarded with a jerk and a moan.

“How much does this turn you on? How bad do you want me right now? You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

Each sentence brought out a moan or gasp, each movement of his fingers caused her to jerk and shake. Dragging her over to their bed, Sid told her to place her hands on the footboard. He was down on his knees a second later, peeling her pants and underwear down her legs. Her ass stared at him, and before he could change his mind, he brought one hand down, slapping it and watching both cheeks giggle with the force.

“Again,” he heard her whisper.

So commenced the next five minutes. When he was done, his frustration over the loss was waning and both of her ass cheeks were bright red and hot to the touch. He ran one finger between her legs and felt the wetness threatening to drip from her snatch. Pulling on her hip, he turned her around so she faced him, and he looked up at her, her eyes dark with desire now.

Using both hands, he spread her open, staring at her glistening peach, and her little clit that was poking out to play. He leaned in and slowly licked her pussy, earning a shudder that racked her entire body. She tasted delicious, and he dove in quickly, wanted to savor her for as long as he could.


His tongue slid along her folds, flicking against her clit, making her moan and twist. He wasted no time, no teasing licks like usual. He nibbled on her button until she was shaking and begging for release, and then he sucked on it, two fingers finding their way inside her body.

“God, you taste so good,” he murmured while he continued to attack her pussy. She moved her hands to his hair, pulling him closer, when he smacked at her fingers with his free hand.

“Hands on the board,” he growled. She listened, but soon lost herself in the feelings. It was two minutes later when he was smacking at her hands in his hair again.

“Fuck, what did I just tell you?”

The arrogance and strictness in his voice made her pussy clench around his digits.

“I’m sorry,” she stuttered.

“If you won’t listen, I’ll try something different.”

She was about to ask what he meant when he stood, his tall, thick frame, blocking out the overhead light. Both hands gripped her waist, and he spun her around.

“Hands on the footboard.”

“What are you going t…”

She cried out as his open palm landed on her, more than sore, ass.

“Put your hands on the fucking footboard, woman.”

This time she did what he asked, and after she was stable, he pulled her hips, bending her over. She heard the quick hiss of his zipper and then he was filling her, his cock drilling its way deep into her dripping box.

“Yeeessss,” she heard him groan. He shoved one hand into her hair and pulled, bowing her back. The other hand held fast on her shoulder and he started fucking her, his thighs slapping against hers as he punished her with his cock. She silently moved one hand down to play with herself, getting in a couple swipes that made her quake, before he barked out and order.

“Fucking hell. I said put your hands on the footboard. Don’t move them until I’m done. Do you hear me?”

The question came out low, and he wrapped his fingers around her hair, pulling tighter. She whimpered and he stopped pumping, her pussy holding him firm.

“Does the hair pulling hurt? Don’t you like it like that? You feel like you want it. You’re dripping wet, so turned on by my taking what I want. Maybe I don’t care if you fucking come or not.”

Then he was hammering his dick into her again, pushing her into the end of the bed, and she listened to his grunts as he used her for his own pleasure. He moved quickly, forcing himself as far into her tight channel as possible. So she felt the hand on her should move south though.

“You’re being such a good girl. Taking it like the perfect little wife shoulder. I guess I can reward you for that. Do you want me to make you come?”

He moved two fingers over her clit in a rapid fire movement and she wailed as the pressure brought her to the brink in seconds.


“Yes, come for me. Come on my cock and milk me dry. I wanna fill you up nice and full. Come on, work that little cunt and make me come.”

His words did the trick, and he felt her tighten around his length. She rippled over him and he closed his eyes, clenching his teeth as he bottomed out and let loose her name with a guttural cry.

True to his words, he pumped her full, each splash of come coating her walls as he fought to stay standing and not black out from the sheer intensity of it all. He slowly worked his fingers over her hard little button again. Listening to her whimper as she tried to clench her legs shut. He chuckled and held her close, pulling her backward until they both fell into the chair near the bed.

He was still nestled inside her, his cock softening slowly, and he dug his fingers around, smearing their combined fluids that had leaked out, rubbing them into her flesh as he worked over her over-sensitive kernel of pleasure.

“Please,” she whispered into his ear, and Sid found himself smiling into her hair as he ignored her plea and rubbed faster.

Her legs jerked, her body convulsing, as she let the waves of pre-orgasm wash over her. His now flaccid member slipped from her pussy and he shoved two fingers inside her, his palm grinding over her clit as he worked to make her fall apart again. He listened to her breathing hitch, practically heard her teeth grinding as she tried not to scream for him. Not to be ignored, he pulled his digits out and focused solely on the hard button that made her twitch.

He let it slide between his fingers, tightening them again and again so that the pressure would drive her mad. It worked, and he felt her bucking against him as she fought to keep from creaming all over him. Tiring of her fight, he pinched her clit, scraping the rough pad of his finger over the bundle of nerves, and listening to her scream as her entire body tensed.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come for me. I love you, you know that, right?”

She nodded slowly, her entire frame shaking from the aftermath of his ministrations. So Sid picked her up in his arms and carried her to their bed. He put her down gently and crawled over her, to his side, before spooning against her and hugging her to him.

“Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, but he could hear the sharp intakes of breath, and he moved her hair to the side, noticing a trail of wetness from her eye.

“Melany, did I hurt you?”

“No,” she replied with a shaky voice. “That was just… really… intense. I liked it… I just… I wasn’t expecting it.”

“What time do we need to pick up John?”

“Erin said dinner at their place would be nice, just the four of us, and the kids.”

“Nap, shower, head over?”

“Sounds good.”

“I love you,” he whispered as he tightened his hold on her.

“I love you, Sidney,” she replied as she nestled into his embrace. And for those few moments before sleep took over, he didn’t care about the loss to the Flyers, the upcoming playoffs, or the uncertainty of what might happen. For those few moments, he was just a man who was madly in love with his woman.

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