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Awakening the Vixen

By: s_katie



Author's Note: This story idea came from a reader, who I would like to thank for all her help, ideas, and for putting up with the long writing process (and my crazy). I really enjoyed writing this story and really hope you guys do as well. As with all my stories, I encourage you to read the story tags before reading to see if this is something you might enjoy. I stress this even more now, given the incredible length of the story. Feedback is always appreciated, however complaints without constructive criticism will, as always, be ignored. Thanks in advance for reading. 

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I.

I was sitting in the middle of the living room of our new apartment, organizing the boxes being brought up. Ben walked in, barely able to carry the heavy box. I jumped up and ran over to help him as the container nearly tumbled to the floor.

"Careful, sweetie," I said, catching the corner.

"Thanks, Sarah. I was sure I had it." We shared a laugh as I helped Ben put the box down.

"Is that everything?" I asked.

"Yea, the moving truck just left. The place is all ours."

We smiled at each other. I jumped into Ben's arms and he held me tight in his embrace. It was a moment five years in the making. Finally, we had taken the biggest step in our relationship by moving in together. Excitement was an understatement. 

"Why don't we start unpacking and then we can reward ourselves tonight," said Ben, with his adorable smile.

"What's our reward?" I asked teasingly.

"I was thinking a bottle of champagne and a nice relaxing bath. Then we'll see where things go from there."

"I love the sound of that." I wrapped my arms around his neck and passionately kissed him. Our lips moved in harmony, like we were made for each other. It was beyond perfection.

"Why don't you work on getting your office set up? I'll work on the bedroom." We shared one more kiss before each going our separate ways.

As I unpacked my office, I pulled the familiar picture of Ben and me from one of the boxes. It was the two of us at our college graduation, minutes after he had asked me out. Both of us are wearing our black graduation robes, each decorated with various cords and sashes. Ben, who is barely taller than I am, is standing behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist. I remembered the event vividly as it was a turning point in my life, when things went from bleak to perfect. 

That was five years ago and the happiness has continued since. Ben was the perfect boyfriend. He always took care of me and treated me like a princess. Although his job kept him busy for much of the year, he always had time for me. His frequent romantic gestures were a constant reminder of how much he loved me. Our relationship was built on the solid foundation of friendship, and I could happily admit that I was one of those girls who was madly in love with their best friend.

But that was a sentiment that many people I have encountered never understood. Ben and I were physical opposites. That's not to say he was unattractive, but he wasn't the type of guy one pictured with a girl like me. Ben was thin, with very little muscle mass. Even at twenty-seven, he was still often mistaken for a high school student because of his boyish appearance. The messy brown hair and high tenor voice did not help either. 

People often questioned if I was with him for money or sex, which of course I was not. I was slightly shorter than Ben, but I filled my frame. I wasn't scrawny, but toned, which was surprising given my desk job and minimal desire to work out. My breasts were rather large for a girl my size, but I didn't flaunt them. My blonde hair flowed down just passed my shoulders, but I kept it pinned up most of the time. Although I was attractive, and had been told so on multiple occasions, I wasn't the kind of girl who wanted the attention. I was fine being my reserved self and it paired nicely with Ben's non-confrontational personality. In other words, we just worked.

After staring at the frame for several minutes, I placed the photo on my desk and continued unpacking. Much of my time was spent assembling my multiple computers and monitors on the desktop. Working from home was not going to be easy, but this move was for Ben and his career and my job made it more than possible to make this work. I occasionally glanced out to the living room, seeing Ben making significant progress, which was to be expected given the minimal belongings we owned.

By dinnertime, the entire apartment had been unpacked. Too exhausted to cook and lacking food in our cabinets, we ordered some pizza and watched a movie while we ate. I enjoyed cuddling close to Ben on the couch, his arms wrapped around me. Occasionally, he would kiss the top of my head, a gesture that I adored. It was great to always feel loved and wanted.

"So, are you ready for that bath?" Ben asked, stroking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"Absolutely," I replied, kissing him passionately. 

We quickly made our way to the master bathroom and got the water running. I stripped myself down, while Ben poured some champagne. Then, he quickly removed his clothes and brought me over a glass. He slipped into the warm water. I followed, sitting with my back pressed up against his body. He draped his arm around me, pulled me in close, and kissed the back of my head. We sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth of the water and the delicious, bubbling champagne.

After some time, I turned to face Ben and kissed him gently. With each passing moment, the kiss grew more intense. I placed my glass down and took hold of Ben's face as my lips pressed against his, gently moaning. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, and our tongues intertwined. I heard him moan against me. 

I repositioned my body, straddling him. I could feel his erection begin to grow between my legs, causing me to smile. My hips began to buck on their own according, grinding my pelvis against his growing member. He took hold of my hips, but was unable to contain my body. Giving up, he slid his hands to my full behind, gently grabbing it, all while our kissing intensified. I tried to reposition myself to slide Ben's penis inside of me, when he finally broke our kiss.

"Sarah, why don't we take this to the bedroom, where it is a little more comfortable?"

I bit my lip as I nodded, then climbed out of the tub. I grabbed a towel and started to dry off, facing Ben as he got out of the tub. I tried to be as sexy as I could, rubbing the towel over my body slowly, giving a little extra attention to my breasts. Ben was enjoying the sight as I watch his erection reach its full six inches. I tossed him the towel and slowly sauntered to the bedroom, stealing a look over my shoulder at him. 

In my haste to reach the bathroom, I had missed all the preparations that Ben had gone through for this night. The bed was covered in rose petals. There were candles lit around the room, each emitting the same beautiful aroma. It was breath taking. 

Music turned on suddenly. I turned to see Ben with the remote in hand, walking towards the bedroom.

"I thought our first night here should be special," he said.

I smiled as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I really am the luckiest girl in the world."

"And I am the luckiest man in the world to end up with an amazing woman like you."

I leaned in and kissed him. Immediately, my tongue found its way back into his mouth. He moaned, pulling my body tightly against him. I could feel his erection resting against my stomach, pushing my passion in our kiss. Ben broke away and led me over to the bed. He pulled back the covers and gently pushed me onto the bed, before climbing on top of me and pulling the covers back over us. My crystal blue eyes met with his beautiful brown eyes, locked in a loving gaze. I could take it no longer; as I pulled him down to kiss me once more.

The head of Ben's penis soon found my opening. I wasn't excited enough for him to gain easy access, even with all the making out. Ben reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom, quickly putting it on. He came back down and started to kiss me again, rubbing his covered erection against my opening, begging for entrance.

After some time, he was finally able to push in. I gasped lightly as he slowly pushed his way into me. His hips started to move back and forth, slowly at first, then building speed. His tongue was darting in and out of my mouth quickly. I grinded my hips against his, helping to push me towards climax. Ben was now at his fastest tempo and he was able to hold on long. He groaned as he released into the condom. 

He fell on top of my body, out of breath. I laid there, with my arms wrapped around him until he could muster enough energy to roll off me. He cleaned himself off quickly, disposing of the condom in the waste bin next to his nightstand. He climbed back into bed, and gave me a quick kiss.

"That was amazing. I love you, Sarah."

"I love you, too, Ben."

He gave me one final kiss, before wrapping his arm around me. Soon, he was asleep and I was now alone with my thoughts and sexual frustration.

This was not a new occurrence with Ben. Actually, this was quite a frequent problem in our relationship. Ben preferred the classic love making approach of kisses and sex. Getting him to do much else was a struggle. I had tried on numerous occasions to get him to try different positions, oral sex, or foreplay of any kind, but he always found it uncomfortable and awkward and it became more of a mood killer than an enhancement. I was also reluctant to masturbate, as I was not fully comfortable with my body. So, many nights I found myself lying in an uncomfortable, sexual stalemate.

But I was willing to accept it. After all, I was madly in love with the most romantic man on the planet. He cared for me and loved me, even when I was at my low. So, I was content to continue this bout of sexual frustration. I knew in time, we would work to find a way around it because we loved each other and love can conquer anything. 

This thought put me at ease and I eventually drifted off to sleep.

***

II.

The next day, Ben was working. I still had a few days before I had to get back to work, so I was going to get the apartment set up. The first order was to get some food. We couldn't live off take out for the rest of our lives. 

Being in a new town, I took this as an opportunity to survey my surroundings. It was puny compared to LA. It had a main street like most small towns did, lined with various small shops. It was quaint and a definite change, but not unwelcome. Just outside were the residential neighborhoods, starting with the small houses. 

Beyond there, were the apartments, which stood as skyscrapers against the town. My building was one of the taller ones at fifteen floors, the top floor belonging to Ben, myself, and our unknown neighbor.

I returned from the town's small grocer late in the morning. I walked down the hall, hoping to relax after a busy morning. As I passed my neighbor's open door, I stopped dead in my tracks.

In the living room, I saw the most incredible sight. A man, no older than thirty, was working out, pulling his body up on a pull-up bar. Every one of his muscles was defined, but wasn't too large as to appear unnatural. His face was down, so I could only see the top of his head, which was covered by his short, messy brown hair. I found myself biting my lip with desire as I admired this amazing specimen. 

"Can I help you, or did you come to watch the show?"

I was so distracted I hadn't realized he was looking up at me. He was still hanging from the pull up bar, every muscle of his perfect body flexed. I was stunned to silence for a moment, before finally shaking my head clear.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to...I'm Sarah, your new neighbor."

He walked over to me while I spoke, wiping the sweat from his shirtless body. He was well over six feet tall and all muscle. His face held a smirk, as if he was amused by the circumstances of our encounter.

"Kris," he said, reaching out his hand. His handshake was firm, only a fraction of his full strength. I looked at his face and he was more handsome than I originally thought. His smile was perfect. The front of his hair was spiked slightly, revealing his beautiful emerald green eyes. I found myself getting lost in them, and my knees were growing weak. I bit my lip again and smiled back at him.

"Do want to come in? You won't have to watch creepily from the doorway anymore."

I laughed, but was ashamed at being caught staring at him.

"I'll have to take a rain check on that. I have a lot of work to do," I lied. As much as I would enjoy continuing to watch him, I couldn't stay, not in my worsening condition. 

He repositioned himself. His arm was above his head, leaning against the doorframe. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with amusement.

"Well, stop by anytime sweetheart. I'm always here." 

I nodded and hurried down the hall to my apartment. As I worked to get the key in the door, I looked back down the hallway. Kris was staring after me, the amused smirk still on his gorgeous face. 

I quickly looked away and hurried into my apartment. Once inside, I melted to the floor, trying to regain my composure. It had been years since any man had made me feel like this by just his mere presence. I closed my eyes, trying to shake the encounter from my head, but all I could do was see Kris and all his physical beauty.

Ugh, what was I doing? I ran to the bathroom, splashed some cold water on my face, and tried to calm down. I sat on the counter as I patted my face dry, trying to figure out why my mind was behaving this way. It had to have been my lack of physical release. My hormones were raging from many a night without climax. That had to have been it. As soon as I had that, I would be fine. This thought made me feel better, and I went about my day, determined not to let Kris and his physical perfection rattle me. 

***

III.

The next day, I decided I wasn't going to be intimidated by Kris. After all, we were neighbors, so I wanted us to have a good relationship. Nothing can make living in an apartment building hell than having bad neighbors. The only thing worse would be bad roommates. 

I prepped myself to face him, dressing in a comfortable pair of old jeans and one of my college t-shirts. I wanted to be as comfortable and relaxed as possible, especially after our last encounter. I walked down the hall. His door was already open. Kris was positioned on the floor, doing crunches while listening to music. The only clothes that he chose to wear was a pair of black gym shorts and sneakers. I found myself staring in awe at the Adonis that he was. It had been so long since I saw a man who spent so much time on his physical appearance that it was hard not to admire.

"Hey, are you here to cash in that rain check?" 

Again, I had been caught staring. I looked to see him sitting on the floor, the same amused smile upon his face. I recovered quickly, acting as if I had just gotten to the door.

"Yea. Is this a bad time?"

"I've got time in my busy schedule to get to know a pretty girl," he said, hopping to his feet and gesturing for me to come in. He was wiping the sweat from his body as he moved to the kitchen. 

"Want anything to drink?"

"No, thank you."

I gazed around the living room. It was a replica of mine across the way, however much of the space was dedicated to workout equipment. Dumbbells and kettle-bells littered the floor, while the pull-up bar was anchored into a nearby doorway. It was as if he had brought an entire gym into his home. 

Kris returned from the kitchen with a bottle of water in hand and a t-shirt slung of his shoulder. He gestured to my left and led me to the nearby couch. He pulled his red shirt on before sitting in a nearby lounge chair. Even through the shirt, I could still see every one of his chiseled abs. It was going to take all my will power to focus. As my throat went dry, I was wishing I had taken his offer of a drink.

"So, Sarah. Tell me a little about yourself. What do you do for a living?" His gaze was focused on me, his piercing green eyes captivating. It took me a moment to regain my composure. His smirk made it clear that he had caught my social stumble.

"I'm a website designer, so I get to spend much of my time working from home. How about you?" I needed to redirect the conversation away from me. I could barely speak without my voice trembling.

"Personal trainer to some snobby rich people in the area. I also do a bit of modeling here and there. So, do you have a boyfriend?"

Wow. Talk about direct. 

"Yea. Ben lives with me and we've been together for about five years now."

"What's he like?" He leaned forward, studying me.

"He's a tax accountant for some wealthy business tycoons in the area. He is incredibly sweet, romantic, and just an overall amazing guy."

"Wait, was he the scrawny guy, with the messy brown hair who looked flustered leaving this morning?" 

"Uh, yea that was him." Ben had been in a hurry this morning and was disheveled, although Kris's description was accurate about how Ben looked every morning.

"Come on, Sarah. You could do so much better than that."

"I'm sorry?"

"Sarah, let me level with you. You are an incredibly attractive woman. Ben is pathetic and from the lack of noise coming from your apartment since you've moved in, he's not very good in the sack."

I was in shock for so many reasons. First, I was not aware about how thin the walls in this building were. Second, I couldn't believe that Kris had been listening to anything we were doing, without giving us the courtesy of letting us know he could hear. And finally, what gave him the right to address my love-life with my boyfriend? He just met me!

I was stunned to silence. All I could do was stare back at him with a look of astonishment and disgust as he continued his thought.

"He may have romance working for him, but any guy can be romantic given the right motivation. And your body alone would motivate any man to be all hearts and flowers."

"I'm sorry, but what makes you an expert on what my love life? You just met me."

"Fair enough. I just hate to see a hot piece of ass go to waste on a pitiful piece of shit like him. Especially when you can get any guy begging for you to look at him. They would be putty in your hands, just so they could touch you once, Sarah."

My shock had turned to anger. The nerve of this man was unbelievable. I just sat there, my jaw slightly agape at his comments and his forwardness. I had had enough. I didn't have to sit here and listen to this. Kris was clearly a neighbor I had no interest in knowing. 

I rose from the couch. Kris countered by sitting back in his chair, the amused smirk still plastered on his smug face. 

"You know I'm going to go. It was nice meeting you, Kris," I mustered to say in as polite a voice as I possibly could. I turned and headed for the door, with absolutely no desire to see Kris's face again. 

"See ya around, sweetheart."

***

IV.

That night, I tried to forget my encounter with Kris. I didn't want his behavior to ruin my night with Ben. Being that it was tax season, he often came home late, so what little time I had with him was precious.

"So how was your day?" Ben asked over dinner.

"Productive. I began the layout for the website for the new gym that is opening in June. How about you?"

"You know, rich guys paying me to hide their money from the IRS. Same old, same old."

We shared a laugh, and then continued our meal in silence for a few minutes. 

"I did get a chance to talk to our neighbor." I finally confessed. I was so angry with Kris; I needed to get it off my chest. I knew if anyone could make me feel better and provide good insight, it was Ben.


Awakening the Vixen



"Oh, yea. What's he like?"

"Arrogant. He was incredibly invasive in my personal life and openly hitting on me. It was rather uncomfortable."

"I'm sure he meant no harm by it. Guys like him lack any depth, so that's probably his only card. It would be best to leave him alone him to avoid conflict." That was usually Ben's approach, to be non-confrontational. To brush things under the rug. Although that wasn't how I used to handle things, it was a method I utilized now. Ben was my boyfriend and as his girlfriend, I should have his back.

I smiled at him.

"You're probably right."

Later that night, Ben and I were sitting in bed. He was catching up on the news, while I was reading my novel. But I couldn't focus. Kris's words had me rattled and upset. I couldn't believe that he had made those comments. 

Remembering what he had said, I placed my book down and rolled over to Ben. I took his iPad out of his hands and placed it on his nightstand. Before he could utter a word, I began kissing him. My lips were urgent and within a few moments, his lips met my intensity. I climbed on top of him as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues began to dance and swirl. I pushed my body hard against his; his hands began to roam over mine in response.

Ben pulled my shirt over my head, and then resumed kissing me. His hands kneaded my breasts and his touch caused me to gasp and whimper. I was aroused by this attention, but craved more. 

Ben pushed me off him and reached for a condom. I removed my shorts, excited and eager to have him inside of me. He positioned his erection and glided inside of me.

"Oh, Sarah. I love you," he whispered into my ear as he began to move his hips in and out of me as fast as he could. I tried to slow him down, knowing that he would climax before I would, especially at his current pace, but there was nothing I could do. In a matter of seconds, he had finished and was going about his routine of cleaning up.

Yet again, I had been left unsatisfied by Ben. I was frustrated now more than before, given Kris's comments earlier. I hoped that he hadn't been listening to us. I didn't want him to think that he had been right.

"Goodnight, sweetie," Ben said, exhausted.

I cuddled up next to him, putting my mind to rest, but it was not to last.

Minutes later, I heard banging coming through our wall, followed by the impassioned moans and screams of an unknown woman. 

"Oh, God! Fuck me, Kris," she screamed.

I could hear him panting through the walls. Their bodies were slamming against the plaster faster and faster. It continued like that for hours, more screams, more moans, more slamming; it was impossible to sleep with the noise. By the time it finally stopped, it was three in the morning. 

I looked over at Ben, whose eyes were bloodshot. I felt sorry for him, given that he had work in only three hours. Moments after the noise died down, he fell asleep. I decided to stay up for the remainder of the night to make sure he was awake for work in time.

I wandered out into the living room and turned on the TV, but I couldn't focus. Not only was I exhausted, I couldn't get the sounds out of my head. My imagination ran wild as I pictured what Kris could possibly have done to make her react as she did. A small part of me was jealous, but I quickly pushed the idea out of my head. Sure, mind-shattering sex was great, but without love, it was empty. Well, that's what I told myself to feel better, but if I was honest, I could have gone for some mind-shattering sex.

When I left the apartment later that morning, I saw Kris's partner slip out, with no visible goodbye from him. I had the unfortunate pleasure of sharing the elevator with her. She was an older woman, maybe late thirties. She looked as if she could have been gorgeous at some point. Now, she was inhuman. Her breasts were comically large for a woman her size. Her face was taut, and her lips overly plump. I could see the tousled extensions strewn throughout her hair. I could only assume the night's festivities had damaged them. 

I said nothing to her the entire ride down. How exactly could I have a conversation after hearing her having sex? It would be far too awkward. I was relieved when the elevator reached the lobby and I was away from her.

Things didn't improve over the next few nights. Kris had more partners over, each one just as loud as the next; keeping both Ben and I awake for hours. And every night, I found myself staying up to ensure that Ben was awake for work the next morning. Each morning, I found myself riding in the elevator with a different woman of equal appearance as the last. By the fourth morning, I decided to take the stairs.

Kris's activity did nothing to improve Ben's and my sex life. Ben was exhausted and could barely hold his head up over the dinner table, let alone an erection. 

"Do you want me to talk to him?" I asked Ben after his fourth restless night.

"No, I'll be fine. It will just take some time to get used to."

That was something I would never get used to. I knew that Ben wanted to avoid conflict, but was he willing to jeopardize his health, safety, and job over it?

After the fifth night, Ben was finally able to fall asleep, succumbing to exhaustion. I was not so lucky. I ended up staying awake another night to the sounds of Kris pleasuring another unknown woman. However, this night was not the same as the others.

"Oh, Sarah," he moaned.

I shot up in bed at the sound of my name. Was it coincidence that his newest conquest shared my name?

"What did you say?" she shrieked.

"Grace," he back peddled. Had he really been fantasizing about me?

"No you didn't. You said Sarah. Who the fuck is Sarah?"

"No one. Don't worry about it."

"Are you fucking her too?" 

"No. Now stop being crazy and let's keep going," he growled.

"CRAZY?!?!" The last thing you do is call a woman crazy. I couldn't help but stifle a chuckle as she began her outburst.

"You know what, Kris. Fuck you! I'm out of here. You think you can scream some other name while you're inside me and lie about it. Then you have the nerve to call me crazy? Well, fuck you!"

I could hear them moving away from the bedroom. I wanted to hear the rest of this fight. I know it is rude to snoop, but given what I had endured for the last few days on the other side of Kris's wall, I figured I should get some enjoyment of my own. I couldn't hear anything out in the living room, so I opened the door to the hallway. And just in time, as their argument spilled out into the public space.

"So go find fucking Sarah or whatever the bitch's name is, and see if she'll deal with your shit," Grace screamed as she stumbled to the elevator, attempting to put on her heels while she walked. She looked just like all the other women who paraded through here in the last week.

"Shouldn't be too hard to find," Kris retorted from his doorway. "Women will line up for this ride. Good luck getting your husband to touch your fake ass."

"Go to hell, you son of a bitch. Oh and by the way, you're fired." She entered the elevator and pushed the buttons furiously.

"Thank God. Now I won't have to see your botched boob job in a tank top anymore. You just saved me from my nightmares."

"FUCK. YOU!" She screamed giving him the finger as the doors closed. 

I stood there in amazement. This was something you would only see on TV. I couldn't help but smile as I saw Kris fall back against the door jam, probably stressed that he wasn't able to get his release. Now he would know how it felt. 

He turned in the doorway, and then stopped suddenly. He stared at me for a moment, giving me a smirk. Again, his eyes captivated me. As mad as I was at him for what he said during our last encounter, I couldn't help but return his gaze. 

When I finally came to my senses, I quickly shut the door, and returned to my room. I climbed into my bed, and relaxed for the first time in days. As I slowly drifted off to sleep, all I could think about was those green eyes.

***

V.

After the terrible week that Ben and I had endured because of Kris and his overly active sex life, I decided to go against Ben's wishes and confront Kris. I couldn't let him endure another week of hell.

"Hey, you came back," Kris said, opening the door. He was still just as gorgeous as ever before. He was wearing a black polo shirt and a pair of worn jeans. His hair was slightly spiked in the front. His arm was resting on the door jam, over his head, as though he was striking a pose. 

I swallowed hard, regaining my composure. I avoided looking him in the eyes, knowing what they did to me.

"I'm not here for a social visit, Kris," I said with as much authority as I could assemble. I wanted him to know I was serious.

"That's a shame. I was hoping to pick up where we left off," he replied, slipping his hands into his pockets. He had his amused smirk again. 

I had to keep myself in control. I took a breath before looking into his face. 

"I'm here about the noise. The last few nights, Ben and I haven't been able to get any sleep because of the noises you and your female companions are making."

"I know Ben might not get you to make those noises, but those are the sounds of women enjoying being fucked. Not my fault I'm so good at it."

The ego of this man.

"It's not just that. You're headboard keeps smashing into the wall we share."

"That's where the bed is and I do like to have sex in my bed."

I had about enough of his smart remarks. I dug my heels in.

"Listen. I'm trying to solve this civilly. If you don't want to cooperate, I'll complain to the super," I said, annoyed.

Kris could tell I wasn't falling for his charms.

"Fine," he said, all ego and amusement removed from his voice. "Follow me and shut the door behind you."

I hesitated for a moment at the odd request. Kris had turned and headed towards the back hallway of the apartment. I waited a beat, before following, gently shutting the door behind me. 

Soon, we were standing in the doorway of what I assumed was Kris's bedroom. He leaned his back against the doorway, his arms crossed in front of his strong chest.

"Since you're the one who has a problem with it, you can help me come up with a solution. What do you suggest?"

I gazed around his expansive room. It looked nothing like I had expected. Everything was neat and organized. His bed was positioned up against our shared wall. I could only imagine how many woman had been thrown down onto it. Against the adjacent wall, there was a dresser, as well as bookshelf. It was filled with books of varying genres, including classics, non-fiction, and of course work out books. On the wall by the door was a desk, with various business documents on it.

I looked up at Kris while he waited patiently for a response. 

"Why not switch the bed and the dresser, so it isn't slamming against the wall?" My voice broke while I spoke. I wiped a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

"Okay, that's fair. And what about the cries of my adoring fans?" he said with a smile.

"Don't have them against the wall. We won't hear them if they are further away."

"Oh, but it's such an amazing position. You should try it. Or can Ben not hold you up with his Popsicle stick arms?"

His ego had angered me again. He was overconfident and egotistical. I couldn't help but come to Ben's defense.

"Maybe you should worry less about him and more about getting her name right," I snapped back.

"You heard that last night?" His hands returned to his pockets and his face dropped, but the amusement never left.

"I think the whole building did. You really couldn't remember a woman's name for five minutes?"

He took a step towards me and lowered his face to mine.

"Sweetheart, if you've been listening the last few nights, you would know I last much longer than five minutes. You know I can go for hours, unlike your man."

"My sex life is none of your concern," I spat back.

"Clearly it is. Your lack of sexual gratification has left you uptight and testy, hence your presence here today. Unless you are here because you want me to satisfy you, which I would be more than happy to do."

"How dare you?"

I turned to head down the hall before I went off on him. My stride was broken when he spoke.

"If you were listening last night, you would know it was your name I called out." I stopped. I heard his footsteps behind me, but didn't move. He came up behind me, his lips close to my ear as he continued.

"I can't help but think about you and fantasize about all the things I would do to you. You're an elusive creature, Sarah. You didn't throw yourself at me the first time we met like all the others. You didn't beg me to fuck you. Instead, you're making me chase you and as annoying as it is, it is a game I'm willing to play."

"Find someone else to chase." I started to walk off again, but Kris caught my arm, turning me to face him.

"You don't get it. I need you, Sarah. Whether you want to believe it or not, you need me too. I need the girl who doesn't want me. You need sexual gratification. Deny it all you want, but your body gives you away." 

He was right. My heart rate was quickening as he moved closer to me. My breathing was sporadic. My skin temperature was rising beneath his touch. I looked into his eyes, making everything worse. His gaze sent electricity through my body and suddenly I ached. Not in pain, but for release.

"Besides, a girl like you deserves it after all these years. All you have to do is say it and I'll give you exactly what you need." 

He looked into my eyes, waiting for me to respond. I said nothing, just stared back at him. I bit my lip, trying to fight the unwinnable fight against my body. Kris leaned in closer to me, only a few inches from my face. His free hand traveled to the side of my face, lightly stroking my cheek. I held my breath as he spoke.

"I know deep down there is a flame of desire, ready to ignite. You just need a little spark to get it going."

Then his lips met mine. At first, I was frozen, but after a moment, my lips were moving with his. He was gentle at first, bringing his other hand to my face. With each passing second, he became more eager, eventually pushing me up against a nearby wall. I met his enthusiasm as our lips moved against each other. My hands reached up to the back of his head, my fingers threading their way through his hair, pushing him deeper into our kiss. 

He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I welcomed it, twirling mine with his. His hands moved from my face down my body, and eventually grabbing my behind. He hoisted me up and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his body. I could feel his erection pressing up against his jeans, begging for escape. 

My blood was on fire and the heat only grew with each passing second. I moaned against his mouth, as his hips started to grind against my pelvis. My hips naturally ground back as my body begged for his. He groaned at my excitement. He pulled away from our kiss, biting my bottom lip lightly. 

"Tell me you want it, Sarah," he said, his forehead pressed against mine. "Just one little word and I can make it all happen."

"I can't," I said through labored breathing.

"Yes, you can. You can't deny that you want me as badly as I want you. Give into it, Sarah."

His lips returned to mine, his tongue immediately darting into my mouth. He was right, I wanted him so badly and my urge for him only grew worse with each passing second. It would only be a matter of time before I gave myself over to him.

He pulled away again, planting kisses along my jaw line and eventually traveling to my neck. I let out a loud moan as he reached the side of my throat. I heard Kris let out a loud chuckle as he realized how close he was to having me. My neck was a spot that I had loved for a man to kiss and lick, but a place that hadn't been touched in years as Ben was too afraid that he might hurt me.

My eyes shot open at the memory of my boyfriend. Ben. What was I doing? 

I pushed Kris off me and stumbled away. He looked completely confused as to what was happening. I hurried down the hall, with Kris in pursuit. My mind was running at a million miles an hour. I was confused and flustered. I headed for the door, looking back at Kris. 

"No, I'm with Ben. I can't do this to him, I can't betray him like this. It was a mistake coming here in the first place."

I gave him no time to respond as I headed out the door and ran to my apartment. The second I was in, I crumpled to the floor in tears. What had I done? I couldn't believe that I had allowed myself to be manipulated by Kris. That I had fallen for his charms and nearly let him take me. And worse, that I had liked it and wanted it. In that moment, I was willing to throw away everything with Ben for a few minutes-who am I kidding- hours of sexual satisfaction. Five years in exchange for a few hours. How stupid was I being? If I hadn't stopped myself, I would have lost the best thing that had ever happened to me.

The tears kept coming as I contemplated what to do next. I was afraid to tell Ben, given my history. I knew he would think ill of me. I decided not to tell him. I had stopped myself. That was the important thing. But I knew I could never see Kris again. Who knows what would happen if I was left alone with him again. 

***

VI.

That night, it was hard to focus on anything. I was in a constant state of panic that Ben would find out what I had done. Although, he was too exhausted to notice, as Ben had been working hard. Not to mention he was still recovering from the last week. 

Shortly after dinner, he went to bed, leaving me alone with my thoughts, which was something I didn't want. I lied awake for a few hours, reliving the events of the day. In a moment of weakness, I had passionately kissed another man. I let his hands rove over my body and grind his pelvis into mine. Worse, I had enjoyed every moment of it. I had joined him and was about to let things go further. As angry as I was with myself, I couldn't help but find a little enjoyment in it.

As I lied there, I thought about what might have caused me to behave the way I did. Clearly, I was starved for some sexual attention. Kris was an insanely attractive man and I had just spent the last week listening to him engaging in the most primal of human behaviors. Maybe I was a little curious. Maybe the kiss was just something I had to get out of my system. The only reassurance that I got from any of this was that I had stopped it before things had escalated much further. 

The more I thought, the more my eyelids grew heavy. I had been thinking about this all day to the point of exhaustion and now, I was drifting off to sleep.

***

I felt his muscular arms around me, pulling in tighter to his body. It was heavenly to feel all that power against my flesh. My hands clawed at his strong back. His tongue was running along my throat, causing me to moan.

'Say you want it, Sarah,' the familiar voice said.

'Give it to me, Kris. I need it so badly.'

I heard the chuckle as he lifted me up and pinned me against the wall. His throbbing erection lined up with my hole and he thrust into me, fast and hard. I screamed out in ecstasy. He didn't hesitate as he rammed into me continually, never slowing his pace. I could feel my body tense up as I was being pushed to orgasm. It wasn't going to take much.

'Oh, fuck,' I screamed as warmth rushed through me. My body went rigid and my pussy clenched around him as I rode the wave of pleasure down from my high.

***

VII.

I sat in my living room, trying to shake the dream from my mind. Clearly, my kiss with Kris had caused me to think about him a little more, but I was still in shock that I had dreamt of sleeping with him, and that I had enjoyed every second of it. This was maddening. I couldn't keep my mind fixated on this. I was in a happy, committed relationship with Ben and I planned to keep it that way.




Awakening the Vixen



I tried to distract myself with work. The project was incredibly tedious and I finished it quickly. I tried reading, cleaning, watching TV, anything to get my mind off the dream, but nothing was working. I was constantly returning to our imaginary embrace. 

I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to do something. I had to talk to someone about this or I was going to lose my mind. 

"I knew you'd be back, sweetheart. You can't resist me forever."

I regretted my decision the second he opened the door.

"I came to talk about what happened, but seeing as you are incredibly conceited, I'm not going to waste my time." I turned on my heel and took a step towards my apartment. Kris caught my arm.

"Fine. If you really need to talk, come on in."

I hesitated a moment, remembering what happened the last time I walked into his apartment. Kris noticed my reluctance.

"Or you can stay out there and pout. You're choice." He headed towards the couch, leaving me in the doorway. After another minute, I entered his apartment, telling myself to keep my distance from him.

"So what do you want to talk about?" he said, plopping onto his couch. I chose to sit in the chair at the opposite end of where he was sitting.

"I've been trying to sort through all of this in my head, but it's going nowhere and I'm going insane."

"Did you tell him?"

"No. I didn't want to upset him. He didn't want me to confront you in the first place and I know he would be devastated if he found out that you kissed me."

Kris leaned forward, his forearms resting on his knees. 

"As I recall, you weren't exactly innocent in that exchange. You were just as into it as I was. Don't think I missed the moaning and panting, Sarah. You were loving it."

I said nothing. He was right that I loved every second of our interaction and some part of me was upset that it had ended.

"You can't stop thinking about it can you?" His amused smirk returned to his face. "That's really why you're here; you've been fantasizing about me and you want a taste of the real thing."

"No. I'm happy with Ben and I don't want to lose him," I half-lied. 

He leaned back on the couch.

"Then why are you here, Sarah? I could give two shits about your man and it is to my benefit if it doesn't work out between you two."

"Do you really think I'd come crawling over here if Ben left me? You'd be the last person I would want to see."

I stood up, not wanting to hear any more of this.

"It was stupid to think I could talk all this out with you. I can see now that you're all ego and muscles, so I'm not going to waste anymore of my precious time on you. Goodbye, Kris."

I took a few steps before Kris's voice came from the couch.

"We both know you'll be back here again. You can't stay away from me and it's clear that you are obviously conflicted about something, so why don't you spare me all the drama and waiting and say what you came here to say."

I hesitated. Some part of me told me to keep walking, but a larger part wanted answers.

"Why me?" I turned to face Kris. A look of surprise fell upon his face, followed by confusion. I walked towards him, standing next to the couch before continuing.

"Out of all the girls in California, in the world, why do you feel the need to chase me? It can't just be that I didn't throw myself at you. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has put up a fight, so why me?"

"So this about stroking your ego?" he asked, mildly amused.

I was growing irritated, but I wanted my answer.

"If that's what you want to call it then, yes."

"You're real."

It was not the answer I had been expecting. 

"What?"

"You've seen the women who leave my apartment, I'm sure. Every single one of them is shallow and fake. Implants, Botox, liposuction, nose jobs, lip injections, hair extensions they're all plastic dolls with the personality of one to go with it. But not you. You are naturally gorgeous, which is what first drew me to you." 

I sat down at the other end of the couch as he pressed on.

"When I saw you standing in my doorway, I thought I had you hook, line, and sinker, but I didn't. You posed a challenge. When you told me about Ben, as vomit inducing as he is, it showed that there is something more to you, that you see past the physical. The problem was you seemed so rehearsed. When I insulted him and you stormed out, you bit your tongue, like a good little girl. It pissed me off because it seemed so unnatural."

He moved closer to me, leaning forward again. 

I looked into his emerald eyes, which were devoid of all humor that usually resided in them.

"I got a glimpse at the real you when you snapped at me the last time you were here, with my quip about your boyfriend being sexually pathetic. There's a fire in you that I've been waiting to see, and I want to bring the real you to the surface, the you that is fighting to burst forth. The you that is being suppressed by your desire to please a man who can't please you."

Kris moved in front of me, kneeling down. His hands were resting on my thighs. I held his gaze as he peered past my surface. He was right, spot on. My choices weren't my own, but to appease my boyfriend. Everyone saw the good girl, but Kris saw past my façade.

"How long have you been kept confined, Sarah? How long has Ben left you unsatisfied, even though you are giving him everything to make him happy?"

Tears started to fill my eyes. The truth hurt, but it was freeing to hear it.

"Too long."

He rose up, meeting my face. He brushed away my tears with his thumb, moving closer to me.

"You owe it to yourself to do something about it."

"What should I do?"

"Whatever the fuck you want to do."

I didn't hesitate, didn't think. I immediately pulled Kris into me, kissing him with the passion that I had the day before. He climbed on top of me, pushing me down onto the couch. His tongue found its way back into my mouth, massaging my tongue with his. I moaned as his hands were exploring my body.

Kris picked me up off the couch and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom. His display of strength was causing my arousal to spike higher than ever before. He didn't even have my clothes off yet and I was about to climax. 

He threw me down on to his bed, and then removed his shirt. His body was like that of a sculpture, with each muscle defined. I sat up on his bed, running my hands over his torso. I planted kisses on his chest and abdomen, admiring his perfect body. He did nothing to stop me from worshipping it. I unbuttoned his jeans, eager to get at his growing erection.

Kris had other plans, pushing me down onto the bed. He brought his mouth to my ear and started to nibble it.

"Now, I can't be the only one who gets attention," he whispered. 

His right hand undid the button on my jeans, and then the zipper. I felt his fingers slid under the waistband of my panties to my dampening sex. He barely touched my clitoris and I was moaning wildly.

"Hmm, somebody's a little eager," he teased, looking into my eyes. I wanted him in me now. I didn't need the teasing or the foreplay. I just need his dick buried deep inside me.

"You can't wait, can you?" he asked, seeing my pain and frustration. I shook my head.

He smiled a sadistic smile.

"Well, then allow me to help ease your pains." 

He stood and pulled my jeans and panties off all at once, leaving me completely exposed. He pulled me upright and quickly removed my t-shirt and bra. I was now completely naked on his bed, waiting in hungry anticipation for him. 

He pulled his pants off, releasing the largest, thickest cock I had ever seen. It was at least ten inches long and maybe four inches around. If I wasn't in a hurry to have it inside of me, I would've taken the time to stop at taste him.

He climbed onto the bed in between my legs. He lowered his face to mine, kissing my lips with the same hunger I had for him. I could feel the head of his penis rubbing against me. I wanted so desperately to lower my body onto his shaft, but I could barely move under Kris's toned form. His kisses traveled to my neck and I moaned out again, loving the attention he was giving my throat. I couldn't contain myself much longer. I was about ready to explode.

"Ready?" 

"Yes," I said in a hoarse voice.

I felt myself completely filled in an instant. I threw my head back, groaning at the pleasurable sensation of being stretched. His cock filled me completely, like no man had ever done before. He withdrew slowly, before ramming back into me. He repeated this slowly, but it was enough to send me over the edge. 

I cried out as my body was rocked by my first orgasm in years. Warmth originated at the base of my skull, before washing over every inch of my body. My blood raced and my heart beat uncontrollably. I could barely breathe, as my flesh grew hotter. My toes curled and my body went rigid. My walls tightened around Kris's persistent cock as my juices flowed. 

Kris didn't slow up when I achieved my orgasm. In fact, he was pumping harder and faster, working towards his own ends. When I came down from my high, I found that I was already close to having another orgasm, which was being encouraged by Kris's insistent mouth on my throat.

My breathing was ragged and I couldn't think straight. All I knew was that I was enjoying this gorgeous man and his manipulation my body. As I rose closer to a second climax, I grew louder with my cries. My hips were bucking against his, wanting to reach my orgasm faster. 

"Oh, fuck," I screamed out, as my body was rocked by a second orgasm.

It wasn't long after that Kris let out a roar of his own as he emptied himself deep inside of me. It had been years since a man had done so. I welcomed the long lost sensation, thankful I was up to date on my birth control shot.

We both laid there, unwilling and unable to move. When Kris was finally able to, he pulled out of me and rolled to my side, and pulled me to his chest.

"You made the chase worthwhile," Kris stated through labored breathing. "I loved seeing you that way, Sarah. In the ache of passion and intimacy. How was it for you?"

"I had forgotten what mind-blowing sex was like, for a guy to completely satisfy me." I could barely breathe myself, closing my eyes to relax. My fingers traced his muscles, appreciating Kris's hard work.

"I never disappoint when it comes to pleasing women and I want to keep pleasing you. I want to see more of you in the throes of passion, something Ben has probably never seen."

My eyes shot open at the memory of my boyfriend. The panic returned like bile in my throat.

"Oh my god, Ben. I completely forgot about him. Oh no, what have I done?"

I jumped up and scrambled for my clothes. I had to get out of here.

"Sarah, what the hell are you doing?" Kris said, pulling a pair of gym shorts. "What about everything we talked about? You're still going to go back to confining yourself to impress that piece of shit?" Kris walked over to me as I struggled to pull my jeans on.

"I owe him so much, Kris."

He grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look at him.

"You gave him everything and he repaid you by depriving you of fulfillment and suppressing who you really are. You don't owe him shit."

"It's complicated." I pushed his hands off me, pulled my shirt over my head and headed for the door. Kris chased after me.

"Then un-complicate it for me. Why are you hiding?"

I turned to face him, tears threatening to spill over.

"I should never gotten you involved. I'm so sorry, Kris. I have to go."

I walked out the door and tried to pull it shut, but Kris's hand caught it. I ran for my apartment, as he pursued me, demanding answers. I made it through my door, with Kris only three steps behind me.

"Goddamn it. Sarah-" I shut the door in his face and locked it, then ran for the spare bedroom in my apartment. I didn't want to be anywhere near Kris and that included being separated by a wall or a door.

When I was alone, the tears began to flow and they didn't stop for hours. I was weak. I was selfish. I cared more about my own desires than about the love of my boyfriend. I was charmed into another man's bed and I had loved every moment, so much, so that Ben never came into my thoughts. There was something wrong with me. I was knowingly destroying my relationship with the love of my life, my best friend. I kept sliding down a slippery slope of depravity. 

I stayed in that room, trying to figure out how I was going to deal with the fallout of my actions. I knew I had to tell Ben, but I knew he would be devastated. I wouldn't just lose a boyfriend, I would lose my best friend. I would be officially alone in life and I knew I would not be able to handle that again. After hours of thought, I knew I had to do something. I had to make it up to Ben in any way possible. If I made Ben the most important thing in my life, showing him the extra attention he deserved in every aspect of our relationship, maybe we could overcome this without me having to tell him. It would be to the benefit of our relationship to try. With the walls of this building as thin as they were, Kris would know I was over him and re-devoting myself to Ben. I had nothing to lose and I had to try.

That night, I made the extra effort for Ben. The apartment was spotless and dinner was done before he walked through the door. I showered him with constant love and affection, giving him kisses, snuggling with him on the couch, anything I could think of. He found the gesture sweet, but when I went to make love, Ben was far too exhausted from the week and fell asleep. 

I was frustrated that first night as I was unable to make it up to him. I just lied there feeling guilty all night, unable to sleep. I was shocked when I heard nothing coming from Kris's apartment. I guess he had been unable to find a girl for the night, or maybe he had anticipated on me staying through the day.

The next day, I surprised him with breakfast in bed, a back massage, and a day of relaxation. We went for a romantic date in the park, cuddling beneath the trees. For dinner, I cooked his favorite meal and we watched his favorite movie. It was all about him, that's how it was going to be from now on.

That night, I was able to make love to my boyfriend. Anything he wanted, we did, which wasn't much considering his sexual desires were always limited. However, in the middle of our intimate embrace, I found myself fantasizing about Kris. I remembered how his body made me feel and how I had climaxed repeatedly and easily. I tried desperately to push the memories from my mind as Ben and I pushed further on, but it was all for nothing. My body was acting on its own, as if I was back with Kris and soon, Ben had reached his climax, leaving me unfulfilled as usual. 

He panted atop me, kissed me lovingly, and thanked me before finally falling asleep. All I could do was cry. This was not going according to plan at all. I had hoped to push Kris from my mind, and devote my life entirely to my boyfriend, yet now I was using our encounter as inspiration. I was trying to achieve my own climax by reliving my experience with Kris. The tears flowed so freely as I realized that I may never be able to make this up to him and that I had effectively ruined my relationship with Ben. 

***

VIII.

All weekend, I did what I could to make things up to Ben, but it was pointless. Kris was still in my thoughts and every time I had sex with my boyfriend, he was the first thing to come to my awareness. Come Monday, I was going insane. I was wracked with guilt over what had happened, over my mind's betrayal. I was also missing Kris. The more I thought of him, which was often in my loneliness, I felt that he didn't deserve what I had done. 

Maybe the reason I was thinking of him so much was that I needed some sort of closure with this. If I went and apologized for abruptly leaving and made it clear to Kris that what we could not and would not ever be, my mind would finally let go of him and I could begin to recover.

I slipped over to his apartment about mid-morning. He looked disheveled when he opened the door, like he hadn't slept all weekend. Yet, somehow, he still looked gorgeous.

"Hey," he said his usual humor absent from his voice and his face.

"Hey. Is now a bad time?" 

"That depends. Why are you here?"

"To apologize for what happened," I replied weakly.

"Come on in." He turned and headed for the kitchen, leaving me to let myself into his apartment. I made my way to the counter as he grabbed a drink from the fridge and leaned over the counter. 

"Make this quick, I've got shit to do," he said, coldly. Seeing him like this was uncomfortable and upsetting. For once, I missed his ego. 

"I'm sorry for running out on you," I began, timidly. "Especially given what had transpired. It wasn't right for me to throw you aside like..."

"...like a fuck toy," he finished bluntly. The same coldness rested in his eyes as he spoke. I searched his eyes for any sign of the man who had swept me off my feet, but I couldn't find any trace of him.

"Yea, I guess that's the appropriate phrase."

"Is that it?"

I could see that he was still as angry and upset as when I had walked into the apartment. I had to do a better job of explaining what had happened.

"No. You asked me why I was hiding who I really want to be, why I keep myself so contained. I never gave you an answer, but I think I owe you one, especially since you're so dead set on seeing the real me."

I took a breath and looked him in the eyes, before continuing.

"The last time I was let loose, I had an incredibly destructive pattern of behavior. I did what I wanted because I could, without any regard for the consequences and it always blew up in my face. And now, it seems like history is repeating itself. I'm not who I want to be by choice because it always ends badly for me. I'd rather be someone who goes through the motions than face getting hurt again."

Kris studied my face for a moment.

"That has to be the stupidest thing I've ever heard," he responded. "You're really content on being a Stepford Wife to him?"

"If it means I avoid going through all that again then, yes."

He stood to his full height, frustrated.

"What do you owe him?" he asked with raised voice.

"Everything," I defended. "He was the only one there for me when the shit hit the fan and he helped me to pick myself up. Without him, I would be nothing."

"So you continue your little charade out of a sense of duty? Sorry, but five years is more than enough time served."

I leaned my head down, defeated. I didn't expect him to understand, especially since he wasn't getting what he wanted. 

"I'm sorry, but we just see things differently."

"Apparently."

I moved away from the counter and faced Kris one final time.

"I won't waste anymore of your time. I just wanted you to know that I am truly sorry for dragging you into all of this and that I won't bother you anymore."

I turned and headed towards the door. No feelings of relief came. I was still in the funk that I had been in when I arrived. Maybe it was one of those things that took a while to overcome.

"Wait a second."

I faced Kris, who was now sitting on a stool at the counter.

"Have you thought about it? About me?"

"What?"

"I hear everything that goes on in your bedroom. I know you tried to make it up to him this weekend and from what I heard, the results were disappointing." 

"Please don't turn this into another Ben-bashing moment."

"That isn't my point. I want to know if I crossed your mind at all this weekend, if what we did left any effect on you."

I couldn't answer. I didn't want him to know that he had been in at the forefront of my mind all weekend. I wracked my brain, trying to figure out something to say, but my hesitation had given him my answer.




Awakening the Vixen



"You did. That's why you can't answer me." His familiar smirk had returned. "You fantasized about me while you were with him, didn't you?"

"Yes."

His eyes lit up with the liveliness that had become all too familiar.

"Then you never made it up to him," he laughed.

"I guess I'll have to try harder."

I was almost at the door when he spoke again.

"How bad was it the last time?" 

Why was he not letting me leave? Why was he dead set on me?

"Does it matter?" I asked, coldly.

"Yes. I think I have a right to know if you're going to compare what we did to your past, especially since what we did involves me."

"You're really going to make me relive all of that?"

"Just the parts that compare. You don't have to share any more than that."

I faced him again. The smirk was still plastered on his gorgeous face. It was making me weak looking at him. I had a feeling this was what he wanted. 

"The last time, I'd give myself over to any guy who would look my way. I'd get so emotionally attached to every one of them, even though to them, I was a booty call, another notch on their belt, a girl they could brag about to their friends."

He chuckled.

"It's not the same this time around."

"How isn't it?"

"Are you fucking any guys other than your boyfriend and me?"

"No." In reality, I was already sleeping with one too many guys.

"Then it isn't the same," he said, his smile growing wider on his face.

I began to protest, when he put his hand up to shut down my train of thought.

"Just listen. Yes, you're cheating on the twerp, but you're not out there opening your legs for any guy. You keep only coming back to one. Now, it may be my amazing negotiating skills that keep you coming back, but I think there is a part of you that has found something enticing about me. It is far outweighing your fears and concerns about cheating, otherwise you would go to a therapist and never set foot past my door again.

"I'm not like those other assholes you fucked in the past. I didn't just move on to another woman when you left. I've been here all weekend and my apartment has been eerily quiet. The downstairs neighbors probably think I'm dead. Instead, I've been sitting here all weekend, replaying where everything went wrong that day and trying to figure out how I could talk to you and what to say. So to me, you're not just a booty call or a notch on my belt. You've been lingering in my mind all weekend. And if you don't believe me, just remember, I tried chasing your ass down when you ran out on me.

"I'm also not the type to kiss and tell. When we slept together, it was hands down the most amazing sex I've ever had in memory, yet all my friends think I did was sit here playing video games all day. All they know about you is that you're my hot new neighbor and nothing more. I'd never say anything more than I need to because it's none of their goddamn business."

I had no idea that Kris was like this. He came across as the arrogant jock, which even though I hated it, it was incredibly arousing. Now I was seeing a new side of him, a guy who may have had something more lingering beneath the surface.

He rose from his chair and walked towards me, stopping inches in front of my face.

"This time around, I don't think you're looking for a joyride," he whispered seductively into my ear. My body was trembling beneath his words and my breath was catching in my throat. His hands grazed down my arms, as he continued his seductive speech.

"I think you're looking for a chance to have it both ways. I think you want a guy who will let you be yourself, but is strong enough to contain the destruction. I think you want a guy who can pleasure you every time you get in bed with him. That's why you keep coming back to me. You think that guy might be me."

Kris stepped into me, our bodies touching. It felt like electricity traveling through my body as I became more aroused. I couldn't focus anymore on what had caused me to come here in the first place. My only focus now was on the throbbing between my legs and doing whatever it took to get that release.

Kris lowered his head to my neck, his lips gently grazing it. I almost came undone in that moment. He kissed me gently on the side of my throat, causing a small whimper to escape my lips. He let out a light chuckle as he looked into my eyes, his lips now barely touching mine.

"You want an upgrade, Sarah. And I'm top of the line."

His lips crushed into mine and I was powerless to stop him. Hell, I welcomed his powerful mouth against mine and met his kiss with a carnal ferocity. His muscular arms pulled my body tight against him. His hands traveled down my back, over my behind, stopping just between my legs. He picked me up again, carrying me to the bedroom like before.

This time, I never made it to the bed. Instead, Kris placed me down near the shared wall. He made quick work of removing my shirt and bra, exposing my breasts to him. His lips latched on to my left nipple while his fingers flicked the right. I wasn't used to the sensation, but fuck I loved it. I groaned, arching my back and forcing more of my nipple into his mouth. His licks turned into small nibbles, which sent the pressure between my legs even higher.

I grabbed at his shirt, trying to pull it off to get at his amazing muscles. I wanted to feel them again and admire them. Once his shirt was removed, I slid down his body kissing his muscles as I went. He groaned, enjoying the attention. When I reached the waistline of his shorts, I pulled them down, releasing his amazing cock. 

I gazed up at him through my lashes, grabbing his member in my hand. I took the tip in my mouth and circled my tongue around it. Kris closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. His appreciation empowered me to go further. I traced the bottom side of his dick with the tip of my tongue, all the way to the base, then back up. When I reached the tip again, I swirled my tongue around it. Kris was gasping and groaning, enjoying the attention. I opened my mouth and took as much of his shaft in as I possibly could. I sucked on it, bobbing up and down. I looked up to see Kris enjoying himself. I could feel his cock tense up in my mouth as I waited for him to explode deep into my throat.

Instead, Kris pulled out. He pulled me up, my pants off, and then hoisted me up against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his cock rested perfectly at the entrance of my slit.

"You're a good little cocksucker, Sarah. I think you deserve a reward for all your hard work."

He slammed into me hard, rocking my body and the wall. I cried out, already on the cusp of an orgasm. He slammed in again and my body gave in. I moaned as I was washed over by my orgasm. My body tensed and my blood was boiling. 

Kris stopped while I savored the feeling. He smirked at me sadistically, watching me enjoy myself.

"Want some more?"

"Yes. Please." I begged through labored breathing.

He obliged and started pounding into me hard. He would pull out all the way to the tip before slamming his full length into me. It was mind shattering every time. He sped up and I knew my next orgasm was just around the corner. 

I kissed Kris's neck as my hands traveled down his back. Turns out he enjoyed it just as much as I, judging from the constant loud moans. My nails dug into his back a little as my body tensed up for its second climax. It was enough to push Kris over the edge as well, as he unloaded deep inside me again. He pulled me off the wall and stumbled onto the bed. I collapsed on top of him, barely able to function. We both lay there, the only sound being our sporadic breathing.

I regained my strength first, propping myself up on his chest. Kris looked at me through glassy eyes.

"You try to run out, I'll drag you back and fuck you again," he threatened.

"If the punishment will be equal to that performance, I might consider it."

"Oh no. It'll be better!"

I bit my lip as I thought about his challenge. I had thoroughly enjoyed the fierce fucking I had received from Kris and although I had already climaxed multiple times, I was dying for even more.

"Well, in that case..."

I hopped off him and started to pull my clothes on, gazing at him teasingly.

"You don't think I'll do it?" he asked, with his signature smirk.

"No, I'm hoping you'll make good on your threat." I sauntered out of the room in my panties and t-shirt, carrying my jeans and bra with me to the living room. I had barely cleared the hallway when I heard Kris's footsteps follow behind me. I giggled at the game I was playing, hoping that the punishment would be just as good as he described.

Kris didn't disappoint. When I reached the couch, he intercepted me, knocking my clothes from my hand. He threw my waist over the arm of the couch and smacked my ass. I yelped in surprise, but bit my lip in excitement. He leaned over my body, his lips landing right next to my ear.

"Oh, Sarah. I think you need to be punished," he said, smacking my ass again.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, biting my lip harder.

He rested his chin on my back as he thought. His hand made contact with my ass yet again, and I was groaning in pleasure. I could feel the smile spread across his face, but he never gave me an answer.

Instead, he ripped at my panties, tearing them completely from my body. I could feel his cock growing as it pressed against my ass. He repositioned himself, inserting just the tip into my sopping pussy. I tried to push back against him, but he held me in place. He made small movements inside me, but it wasn't enough to push me further towards release. I whimpered, wanting it all inside me.

"Why should you get my entire dick? What would that teach you?"

"Please, Kris. I want it. I need it."

"That's not enough for me, Sarah. I want to know what you'll do for me."

I thought for a moment, thinking what I could possibly have to offer him. 

"Give me an orgasm and I'll swallow every drop from your amazing cock." I crossed my fingers, hoping that would be enough.

He took my offer, slamming deep inside of me. I screamed out as he traveled deeper into me than before, a feat I didn't think was possible given his already massive size. He pounded into me faster and faster. My fingers dug into the sofa as I held out for as long as possible, but soon I wasn't able to hang on. My body tensed as I cried out. I felt my warm juices flowing around Kris's cock as I rode out my release. 

He didn't stop when I crashed back down from the high. He kept penetrating me, going faster and harder for another minute. Finally, he spun me around and pushed his dick into my mouth as stream after stream of him jetted down my throat. I moaned as I took every drop, swallowing it eagerly and quickly. When his cock finally stopped twitching, I cleaned him completely with my tongue, before sitting back against the couch. 

He looked down at me with shock and awe. I wasn't sure why. The look soon shifted to his sadistically sexy smirk as he bent down to face me.

"I hope you don't have plans today Sarah because I am far from done with you."

He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me back to the bedroom to have his way with me again.

***

IX.

I spent all of the night thinking about Kris, remembering the amazing sex we had yet again. Just the thought was making me aroused. I knew I had to see him again.

The next day, I decided to take some special attention to my appearance before going to Kris's apartment. I picked out a tight, navy blue shirt, the collar of which showed a subtle hint of cleavage, and a pair of torn denim shorts. It was not a common ensemble for me, given that most of my wardrobe was designed to cover up my body instead of accentuating it. I pulled my hair into a loose ponytail and assessed myself in the bathroom mirror. It wasn't super sexy, but it was a start. I reminded myself that I would have to go clothes shopping later.

Even though I had been to his apartment multiple times, I was still nervous as I knocked on the door. A myriad of bad scenarios flashed through my mind. What if he had his fill of me? What if he had another woman over and everything he told me had been a lie? As I waited for him to answer the door, I considered abandoning my mission.

When the door opened, I was greeted to the sight of a shirtless Kris and all his muscular glory. His chest was tight and defined, all leading to a perfect six-pack of abs. My eyes traveled up to his face and his emerald eyes. He looked surprised to see me, but also excited.

I didn't give him a moment to speak as I lost all self-control and threw myself at him, crushing my lips into his. He stumbled back a little, before catching himself and wrapping his strong arms around me. I kicked the door closed with my foot as I pushed him back into his apartment.

I hungered for him, slipping my tongue deep into his mouth. My energy was met with equal excitement from Kris as his tongue danced with mine. My hands traveled around his body feeling every one of his amazing muscles. I broke away from his lips and planted kisses on his chiseled chest. Feeling all that strength beneath my lips drove my excitement higher. Kris let out a groan, causing me to smile.

Without warning, I was scooped up and thrown over his shoulder, his hand grabbing my ass. I let out a shriek in excitement as we headed into the bedroom, where he threw me down on the bed and climbed on top of me, continuing our passionate make out session. He tugged my shirt off and began to unclasp my bra. His kisses traveled to my neck, while he worked.

Once my tits were free, his lips traveled down. He latched onto the right breast, biting and pulling at my nipple. I was writhing beneath him. My hips bucked of their own accord, wanting his cock to penetrate me already. He chuckled at my eagerness. 

His hands undid the buttons on my shorts. His mouth followed down my body, across my tight stomach and down to my hips. He pulled my shorts and my panties off together. His mouth soon replaced them as his tongue found my little nub between my legs. He flicked it lightly, but it was enough to draw a moan from my lips. He chuckled, doing it again and again, pausing to hear each of my moans.

His thumb replaced his mouth on my clit while his tongue found its way inside of me. He furious licked inside while his thumb strummed my clit, sending the tension higher and higher. He was an expert with his tongue and I was climaxing hard almost instantly. A string of curses escaped my lips as my body tensed, trying to control the fire.

He tried to position himself at the entrance of my hole, but I didn't let him. I rolled him onto his back and straddled him. This time, I was going to be in control. I was going to torture him. 

I hovered over his cock, staring into his eyes, toying with him. He pleaded with his beautiful eyes for me to lower myself onto him and I could no longer resist. I slid down slowly, torturing him with the speed. He threw his head back, groaning. When I reached the base of his dick, I slid my way back up at the same torturous speed. He was losing his mind. As was I, so my speed started to increase. 

Soon, I was bouncing up and down on Kris's cock. He was able to pull himself up enough to kiss me, his tongue sliding into my mouth to battle mine. I found my hand traveling to my clit of its own accord. I furiously flicked it as another orgasm was climbing. I wanted to reach my release with Kris, and I got my wish. 

Simultaneously, we screamed out. The warmth washed through me again and my blood felt like lava. My juices flowed down, soaking the both of us. At the same time, every drop of Kris found its way deep inside of my aching pussy, making me feel unbelievably full.

I collapsed on him, completely out of energy. He wrapped his powerful arms around, bringing me in for a bear hug. It felt amazing. As I lay in his arms, he would give me an occasional kiss on the top of my head. I smiled sweetly as I always loved the gesture; it made me feel wanted.

"Hello to you, too," he said through exhausted breathing.

I turned up to him, my chin resting on him chest.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

"Not complaining," he smiled back.

We lay there in silence for a few minutes, attempting to recover. I was enjoying this closeness to Kris, with his arms wrapped around me.

"So, have you left him yet?"

In all honesty, I had actually forgotten about Ben. After the events of yesterday, Kris and our intimate encounters was all I could think about. I couldn't recall the conversations I had with Ben the day before and my original plan of making everything up to him had been completely out of mind. But leave it Kris to mention him, killing my buzz and making me regret all that had transpired. 

The guilt began to resurface and I wanted to leave. I climbed out of him, grabbing my clothes and getting dressed.

"Fuck. Wait. Don't go, Sarah," Kris said, climbing out of bed.

I didn't stop and headed for the living room door. Kris was close behind, slamming his hand onto the door to keep me from opening it.

"Sarah, stop." I turned to face him, a disheartened look on my face. "I get it. Ben is not a bedroom topic. That was a stupid move on my part and I'm sorry, but I think if we are going to continue doing this, we need to at least talk."

"I already had some reservations about this before coming here, Kris," I confessed. He probably never would have known given I was the one that jumped him. "I don't know if I can keep doing this and when you bring up Ben, it just makes matters worse."

"Okay, then let's talk about this. It will make this all easier."

I looked into his reassuring eyes and instantly relaxed. It was crazy that he could have this kind of effect on me.

"Okay. What do you want to talk about?"

"Have you broken up with him?"

"No."

"Is it even on the table?"

"As of right now, no."

Kris let out a sigh and ran his hands through his hair, trying to keep calm.

"Can I ask why?"

"I'm not comfortable, with any of this. I'm completely out of the zone I've been in for six years. I can't just turn on a dime and be the girl you think I am. I don't even know if this is what I want in the long term, Kris. I don't want to completely throw everything away on a chance that could backfire, especially since I barely know you."

"Even though what you have is not what you truly want?"

"I don't want to be left with nothing because of a gamble. I'm sorry if that isn't what you were expecting."

I expected that to be the end of everything, for Kris to tell me 'thanks for the ride, now get the hell out', but he didn't. Instead, he gazed into my eyes, lost in thought for a moment. He seemed to be looking for something, but I was clueless as to what. 

"Okay, so you don't want to break up with him, that's fine. I've been the other guy plenty of times and I can be that for you. I can give you the time you need, but I know I can convince you."

"What makes you so certain?" I asked, shocked with his handling of the matter.

"Well, it's about ten inches long and gives you an insane amount of pleasure."

He took me by the hand and dragged me to the couch. Immediately his tongue was back in my mouth, exploring ever corner inside. I moaned against him as he slid my shorts off once more. His mouth traveled to my neck as he pushed my back over the arm of the couch. His fingers reached under my shirt, finding my nipple. He pinched and pulled it, while still keeping the attention on my neck.

I groaned at the pleasurable sensations, but wanted more. My hand slid between my legs, looking for my clit. Kris's free hand caught mine, stopping my search. 

"Oh no, that's my job," he whispered.

He placed the thumb of his free hand on my clit while aligning his ever-hardening cock with my sweet hole. He smashed in with all his force and furiously fucked me. My mind raced as I was losing control all over again. Blood was coursing from my all parts of my body, flowing to my pussy. My body tensed and tightened, preparing for another toe-curling orgasm. Kris flicked frantically at my clit, causing my cries to become louder than before. He was a master manipulator of my body and I loved it.




Awakening the Vixen



My climax hit me hard, rocking my body and zapping me off all my energy. Shortly after, I could feel Kris filling me yet again. I never tired of the sensation of fullness caused by Kris. It was one of the greatest sensations I have ever known.

I said nothing for the first few moments following. I just laid there with Kris on top of me, breathing heavily. I finally had a clear enough mind to speak

"Hmm, I'd say your argument is valid," I said, panting over the arm of the couch.

"I'm glad you think so," he said, pulling out of me and collapsing to the floor. Neither of us had the energy to move at this point. 

Eventually, I was able to stand slowly, but my legs were still wobbly from my multiple orgasms. One thing was for sure, sex with Kris was taxing on the body. 

I gingerly pulled my clothes back on. Kris looked confused. I gave him a reassuring smile. We stood up together and I looked up into his gorgeous green eyes.

"I promise I'm not running off, but I do have to get back to the apartment before Ben gets home. I'm not sure how I would explain all this to him if he caught me right now."

Relief washed over his face, as he smiled back at me. 

"That's fine, although I wish I could have you longer."

He pulled his shorts back on as he followed me to the door.

"I do have one condition with all of this," he said.

"Oh yea. What's that?"

"Keep me up to date. If you think, you can't do this, fine, but let me know. I don't want to be left in the dark."

"Fair enough," I agreed with a smile. I figured he was understanding with my feelings about cheating, it was the least I could do.

Unexpectedly, Kris took my face in his hands and leaned in, kissing me. My heart raced again, as our lips glided against each other. His tongue intruded into my mouth massaging mine with his. I moaned against his mouth, becoming aroused all over again. 

My hands navigated his defined musculature, while his traveled down my back, ultimately grabbing my ass. 

Suddenly, he pulled away. I opened my eyes, staring into his.

"God, I can't get enough of you."

I bit my lip as we smiled at each other. He gave me one quick peck and opened the door. I headed down the hall towards my door, feeling Kris's stare on me the entire time. I turned back to see him when my eye caught Ben walking down the hallway. 

"Hey, sweetie. How are you?" Ben said rushing to meet me. I did my best to suppress the horror from spilling onto my face. The slamming of Kris's door signaled he had no desire to engage Ben.

I kissed Ben lightly when he reached me. It would be best if I continued as if nothing was out of the ordinary, even though there clearly was.

"Doing well. How was your day?"

"Exhausting. How about yours?"

"The same. I spent half of my day redoing the website layout," I half-lied, opening the door to our apartment. No need to share that our neighbor's amazing sexual skills were the cause of my exhaustion.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Ben stood awkwardly in the doorway for a moment.

"Hey, Sarah. Not to pry, but I just saw you coming out of Kris's apartment. I thought we were steering clear of him?"

Shit. This what I had been hoping to avoid. I began to panic, trying to come up with an excuse. Ben didn't seem to notice my alarm as I formulated the first lie that came to mind.

"Oh, yea. I went outside to get some air and he caught me in the hallway. He wanted to apologize for his behavior towards me. To make it up to me, he offered to help me work out a little bit before our trip to the Bahamas in July, free of charge."

I held my breath, hoping Ben would believe my little fib. I finally exhaled when he smiled and came over to hug me.

"Oh that was nice of him. But you know I think you're perfect."

I smiled, shocked at how easy it was to lie to him, but even more surprised he bought it.

"So are you. I just wanted every guy on the beach to be envious that they're not you."

He gave me a light kiss, before heading into the bedroom to change out of his work clothes. I headed to the kitchen to start dinner.

During dinner, I tried to stay focused on the conversation at hand, but my mind kept wandering to Kris. His piercing green eyes. His chiseled body. His strong arms. His tender lips. His amazing cock. All the memories were flooding back to me, making me incredibly aroused. I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan. I knew I would definitely be back for more tomorrow.

After dinner and a shower, Ben took me to bed, wanting to express to me how perfect he thought I was and how much he loved me. I tried to focus on sex with him and enjoy it, after all he was my boyfriend, but I just couldn't. My mind wandered to Kris and I spent the entire time comparing sex with Ben to sex with Kris, which Kris's performance eclipsed Ben's.

When Ben climaxed, I felt like the worst possible person on the planet. I wasn't even close. I just laid there, looking pleased, when physically, I was anything but. 

Ben rolled over and fell asleep shortly after. I let out a small grunt in frustration as he started to gently snore. From the other side of the wall, I heard laughter. Kris was obviously enjoying my suffering. At least he would know to expect me tomorrow. 

***

X.

The next morning, Ben headed out for work later than usual. He still hadn't fully recovered from his many sleepless nights. It would only be a matter of time before he got sick.

I followed him down the hall, wearing my black workout shorts and a red tank top. Kris's door was already open, in anticipation for my arrival.

I could see Kris leaning over the kitchen counter as I approached his door. He gave me a sexy smile as he headed towards the door. Even in his gray gym shorts and blue t-shirt, he looked impeccable. I was growing more and more aroused with each step.

I had almost forgotten that Ben was with me and was only reminded when Kris's smile faded.

"Hi, you must be Kris. I'm Ben, Sarah's boyfriend." He stretched his hand out to shake, but Kris never took it. He just leaned up against the door frame, his arms crossed in front of his broad chest.

"Yea, Sarah told me about you," he replied, clearly annoyed. Ben pulled his hand back.

"I wanted to thank you for apologizing to Sarah for your behavior," he said, timidly. 

"Didn't do it for you, buddy." 

"Oh, okay. It was also nice of you to offer to help her work out."

Kris looked at me, realizing my lie and laughed.

"Yea, but I don't think she's the one who needs to be working out. You should probably hit the gym yourself."

"Uh yea. I guess I should work out more often. Thanks for the advice. Anyways, I have to head to work. I'll see you around."

"Yep."

Ben gave me a quick kiss and then ran to catch the elevator. I waved as the doors closed, Kris still holding his position next to the door frame.

"So, I'm helping you work out, huh?" he said, once the elevator left the floor. "I thought you weren't going to tell him anything."

"He caught me coming out of your apartment yesterday and I panicked. I told him you apologized and were going to help me get fit for my vacation to the Bahamas."

Kris looked at the elevator, lost in thought for a long while. A smile spread across his face and his eyes lit up at whatever he was thinking about.

"Kris?" I said, pulling him from his fantasy world.

"Sorry. I was just picturing you in a bikini and I gotta say I love the results, but I think I prefer you naked."

He grabbed at the elastic of my shorts and pulled me through the doorway, slamming my body against the wall as he shut the door. His face immediately dropped to the side of my neck, kissing and licking. My breathing became sporadic as my heart raced. I was already aching to have him inside me.

"So, you lied to your man about what we were doing?" he asked, nuzzling his face into my neck.

"Would you prefer I told him the truth?" I could barely control my breathing to utter a word. 'Less talking, more fucking,' I thought.

He pulled his face up to meet me, his lips barely grazing mine. My body was screaming for him to take me.

"Actually, yes. But now that I think about it, there was some truth to your fib."

"Oh really, what was that?"

"It was a work out, and I'm about to put you through another intense session."

He pulled me over to the workout area of his living room, pushing me to the floor. All the weights were gone, leaving ample space for us. He climbed on top of me, his lips finding mine. His hands pinned me down to the floor. I could feel his throbbing erection through his shorts, bucking my hips against him instinctively. I wanted him inside of me so badly.

He pulled my shirt off and then my sports bra, freeing my tits. His lips found my nipple and he proceeded to suck on it hard. His other hand traveled down beneath the elastic of my shorts and my panties. He played with my engorged clit with his thumb and slid two of his fingers up inside of me. I moaned beneath him, enjoying his intrusion. My heart was beating out of control and my breathing was heavy. My hips were bucking against his fingers, driving them deeper inside of me, pushing me closer to orgasm.  

It was all too much as I hit my first orgasm. I screamed out as heat spread from my head, down through my body. My breathing stopped as my body devoted all of its energy to my release. I coated Kris's hand with my juices. He removed it from between my legs and pushed his fingers into my mouth. It was the first time I had ever tasted myself and I found it strangely arousing.

Kris stood up and removed his shirt and shorts while I lay panting and spent on the floor. His cock was straining, already at his full length. I sat up as Kris melted to the floor. I pushed him onto his back and my mouth went to his amazing member. I took just the tip in my mouth and Kris was already moaning wildly. I sucked lightly and twirled my tongue around it. I slid my mouth down the shaft, until the tip hit the back of my throat. I moaned before sliding back up. Kris started bucking his hips against my face furiously. I tried to keep up with his pace, waiting for Kris's impending release.

He pulled his dick out and pushed me back to the floor, ripping my shorts and panties from my body. He slid his arm beneath my leg and rubbed his cock against my clit. He smirked as he teased me.

"Quit fucking with me and just fuck me," I cried.

He slid into me, stretching my hole as I took his entire cock deep inside. My leg slid up his arm to his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper than before. I moaned loudly, loving the sensation. He paused once he reached the base, before pulling out and smashing into me hard. I screamed out again. He continued like this, picking up speed as he did. I was losing control of myself as I thrashed about and my nails dug into his back. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. 

Kris grunted and I felt him fill me. I came undone, screaming as I achieved my own orgasm. I was panting, trying to regain some control over my body. 

Kris pulled out of me and looked down at my exhausted form, his sick smirk on his face. 

"Do you think you can keep up with my intensity?"

"I don't know. Why don't we give it another go to find out?"

I beckoned him with my finger and he climbed back on top of me, ready to go again.

***

XI.

As I expected, Ben came home that night, looking terrible and the next morning, he was too sick to head into work. I made him stay in bed and was set on taking care of him. I slipped out to the store to get him some medicine and some soup.

"Hey, sweetheart. Where have you been?" Kris said when I ran into him in the hall. "I thought you'd be kicking my door in this morning."

He looked as unbelievably gorgeous as ever. It took me a moment to come back to reality.

"As much as I wanted to, I'm taking care of Ben. He's not feeling well."

Kris's smile fell. He was never happy at the mention of Ben.

"Goddamn, that boy is needy."

"You wouldn't want me to take care of you if you were sick?"

"Yea, but my medical remedy consists of a copious amount of sex," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me in closer.

"Hmm, then I'll have you take care of me the next time I'm under the weather."

"I can take care of you right now."

Kris pulled my lips to his, wasting no time in pushing his tongue into my mouth. I moaned against him as my arousal spiked. He moved his mouth down to my neck and I gasped in pleasure. I wanted so badly for him to take me right there, but when I heard the bag drop to the floor, I came back to my senses.

"Kris, as much as I am aching to fuck you, I have to go. I'll see you sometime this weekend."

He groaned in disappointment as he pulled away. I picked up my bag and sauntered down the hall to my apartment, swaying my ass a little more than usual. I glanced back to see Kris, throwing his head back in agony at being unable to have me.

Once I was through the door, it was like a mental switch went off. Around Kris, I was sex crazed, a risk taker, and just overall naughty. Around Ben, I was conservative, caring, quiet Sarah. 

"Hey, sweetie, I'm back with some medicine and soup."

"You are so amazing, Sarah. What would I do without you?" he said from the couch.

I crouched down next to him, giving him a hug. He refused to kiss me, not wanting to share his illness with me. He was so caring, even in his weakened state.

"Well, I hate seeing you miserable and I want you to get better. Besides you'd do the same for me."

He smiled up at me.

"I love you!"

"I love you, too."

Although Ben was sick, I kept him company for the day, watching movies, but I wasn't entirely there. My mind wandered to Kris occasionally. I was still aching to continue our encounter from the hallway.

Ben eventually fell asleep on the couch early in the evening and he desperately needed it. I covered him with an extra blanket and then headed across the hall.

Kris answered the door, surprised to see me.

"Hey. I thought you were taking care of sick boy all day."

"He's out cold. Besides, I thought we could pick up where we left off earlier."

"It's a good thing you stopped by. I think I'm starting to come down with something," he smirked, wrapping his powerful arms around my waist.

I reached up to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Well, then it looks like we'll have to remedy that."

I grabbed his hand and led him to his bedroom, a sexy smirk possessing my face. I sat him on the bed and straddled him. My lips instantly found his throat, planting gentle kisses. My tongue occasionally slipped out to lightly lick him. He groaned, wrapping his arms around me. I could feel his erection growing between my legs. I wanted it so badly.

Kris tried to pull my face up, wanting to kiss me, desperately. I put my fingers to his lips. He looked puzzled. I smirked.

"If you're coming down with something, kissing is the easiest way to spread it," I joked.

He growled in frustration, as my lips returned to his body. I pushed him back onto the bed, giving my lips easier access to his well-built chest. All that power contained beneath his flesh was arousing. My kisses continued to trail down to his abs. I kissed each muscle individually, causing him to groan in delight. 

When I reached the bottom of his exposed torso, I pulled at his sleep pants, freeing his massive cock. Even after all the times I had enjoyed his member, I was still in awe of his massive size. My mouth watered, wanting so desperately to taste his cock. I looked up at Kris, who was pleading with his eyes for me to take him, to give him some relief. I didn't want to disappoint.

I lowered my mouth onto his dick and he moaned loudly. I stopped halfway down his shaft. My tongue swirled around the tip of his cock. His breathing quickened and moaning grew louder. His hand traveled to the back of my head, his fingers weaving their way into my hair. He pushed on the back of my head, forcing me to take more of him into my mouth. I had never had so much in my mouth. My eyes began to water as he pushed further down, until the head of his cock pushed into my throat. I moaned against him and I felt Kris's body tense beneath me. His breathing was erratic and he could barely control himself.

I pulled him out of my mouth and Kris pulled me up to him. He yanked my shirt over my head exposing my tits, then tugged my sleep shorts down. He hungrily latched onto my nipple as I positioned myself over his dick. He pulled on my nipple while flicking it with his tongue. I gasped at the unfamiliar feeling of pain and pleasure. His hands traveled to my hips as he pushed me down, his rock hard cock penetrating deep inside of me.

I moaned as he stretched me, filling me completely. Kris fell back away from my body, writhing as I began to ride him. It was enjoyable to see him in this condition for a change. His hands drifted down to my ass, squeezing tightly. I bit my lip and sped up, slamming down onto him harder. My finger found my clit and I circled the nub with my thumb, pushing myself to release. 

"Oh, fuck!" he yelled.

Kris was coming undone beneath me. I felt in complete control for the first time since we started fucking and I was loving it. The control was going to my head and fueling my orgasm. I was panting, trying to make myself climax before he did. 

Kris lifted his torso off the bed, his lips finding my neck, licking it. That was exactly what I needed, driving me closer to the edge.

"I'm almost there, my little vixen. I need you to come for me."

I cried out, as I reached my peak. My body tensed as I came completely undone. My walls tighten around Kris's cock and he roared out, needing my orgasm to fuel his. 

We collapsed down onto the bed, covered in sweat and panting wildly. I climbed off him and found my place in his arms. We laid there, not saying a word. After a time, I looked up to his beautiful face and saw that he was asleep. He looked so peaceful.

I wanted to stay there in his arms all night long, but I knew that wasn't possible. It was midnight and I'd already been gone for four hours. I kissed Kris on the cheek and then got dressed. 

As I headed back to my apartment, I thought up an excuse for my absence if Ben happened to be awake. Luckily, he was still in the same place I had left him.

I headed to my room, showered, and slipped into my big bed all by myself. I could hear Kris lightly snoring through the wall, bringing a smile to my face as I drifted off the sleep.

***

XII.

I was unable to keep my promise to see Kris over the weekend. Between work and caring for Ben, there was no time for me to slip away. As much as I craved Kris's cock, I had to keep my job.

When Monday arrived, Ben was doing much better, but he still was not good enough for work. I couldn't fault him for wanting an extra day to recover. I knew that he would be heading back to the daily grind the next day and I would do what I could to make my absence up to Kris.

In mid-afternoon, there was a loud banging on my front door. Ben was still slow to respond, so I was at the door before he was. And I was glad that it was me that answered.

"Kris? What are you doing here?" I asked in hushed whisper.

He looked furious, but I couldn't understand why.

"I thought we agreed you'd keep in touch with me. Where have you been?" 

"Kris now is no-"

"Hey, Kris. What's up?" I silenced a groan as Ben walked into the living room. Kris's head shot up to face him. He was clearly angered by his presence.

"Don't you have rich people's money to be hiding?" he spat at him.

"Uh, yea. But I'm sick, so I'm staying home. What are you doing here?" he asked, rubbing the back of his head in confusion.

"Nothing that concerns you." He returned his attention to me. "Sarah, can I talk to you?"