More Wine Please
The dark blue walls of the bedroom seemed to close in as Lucky awoke to find Cheryl curled up next to him.
He smiled as he noticed that she hadn't bothered to put her pants back on before curling up on the bed and passing out. She must have been just as exhausted as he had been. He gently slid his hand over the curve of her hip before standing up.
He had dreamt of Addison again. Just when he thought she had left his thoughts and he could outrun his heart, it made corrected him. In his dream, he and Addison had been inside the small cave behind the waterfall once more, but this time was different. This time, he was able to converse with her about the events that followed.
"Why did you let me go so easily?" He had asked her. "I waited for you for months to find a way to get me back. You never even tried."
"You don't belong to me," she had told him with a sad smile. "I didn't need you anymore. The fun had ended. It was time for me to move on."
The sting of her words hurt him even in the waking world. He knew that it wasn't really her. He knew that it was just a dream. It was just a visual impression of his true worries played out like some cruel joke on himself. He knew all of this and yet the pain was still real.
"Part of it has to be true," he quietly mumbled to himself as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and quietly stepped out of the bedroom, pulling the door shut behind him.
The living room area looked massive, which brought his thoughts out of the darkness for a moment at least. He walked over to the kitchen that was only separated by a bar with a marble top and held a glass under the faucet to fill with water.
The entire area was so bright that he had to shield his eyes even though no lights were on. The large windows, that nearly covered the entire wall, had no shades hanging from them. Sunlight exploded into the room making watching tv completely impossible due to the glare. He scanned the room for any other activities that could help keep his thoughts of the dream away, but there was nothing.
Furnishings had been covered but not much in the form of entertainment. No games, board or digital, waited for him to try so that was out of the question as well. Cheryl had taught him how to read a bit better so books were a new product of entertainment that he enjoyed as well.
Unfortunately, there were no books within the apartment either.
Cheryl had decided to sell her house and bring as little things with them as possible in order to "properly move on".
He leaned back against the bar and sipped on his glass of water, giving up on finding something to take his mind off of his dreams.
How much of that dream was a reality? He had no way of knowing, considering the real Addison abandoned him as soon as that phone rang. As soon as Cheryl had told her she was on her way to pick him up, she had left any thoughts or passion behind.
He wished he could be as cold.
Shaking his head in anger, Lucky set the glass, half full of water now, on the bar and marched back toward the bedroom door. There was one thing that seemed to always help get his mind off of Addison.
Cheryl called it mad sex, and she had no idea how correct she was. She loved it when he would aggressively have sex with her. She thought of it as simply him trying new things, but in truth, it was him fucking his anger for Addison out. It only worked temporarily, but at least it worked.
He pushed the bedroom door open and looked at the bed where Cheryl lay. The sunlight was shining on her ass so perfectly that it seemed like a sign from one of the gods from a book Cheryl had helped him read.
She curled her body up a bit more, pressing her knees to her chest and gave a slight moan. She still wore her long sleeve black shirt with the v-cut neck which contrasted the pale skin of her naked bottom half.
He reached into his pants and began stroking his cock until it grew into a full erection. She shifted her weight a bit more in her sleep as he approached her, pulling his pants to the floor and discarding them with a kick.
Addison. Why?
He gripped his rod in one hand and pushed her asscheeks apart as she lay on her side. Her slit felt warm but not wet as he pressed the tip to her and began to push. She was too dry for easy access, but his internal anger fueled by her slight unconscious moan was enough motivation for him to thrust his hips forward, entering her womb entirely in one motion.
Her body tensed and she snapped her head around to look at him with a wide-eyed expression.
"Lucky," she shouted as her brows narrowed into an angry expression. "What are you doing?!"
He answered with another thrust of his hips, pulling halfway out of her and shoving in again as he gripped her hip tightly, Keeping her on her side as she let out another scream.
"Jesus," she shouted, but her body released some of the tension as he felt the moisture build up around his erection.
Thrust.
The sounds that had originally sounded like a protest had shifted to pleasure as she moaned and straightened her back to make access a bit easier for him.
Thrust.
"I love your mad sex," she said in a half whisper, half moan. "Don't hold back."
He pulled out of her pussy and a smile grew on his face as he aimed his wet cock back a bit and pushed the tip against the puckered wall of her asshole. She looked back at him with wide eyes and even opened her mouth to say something, but he didn't give her the opportunity.
Thrust.
Screaming, Cheryl threw her head back and arched her back as she gripped the pillow above her on the bed to bring to her face and mask her scream. She had grown to love anal sex but was always apprehensive at first.
He held himself still as he felt her asshole struggle against him. He could feel it tightening around him as her body lied completely still as she groaned into her pillow.
Thrust.
He let go of her hip, allowing her to twist around on her stomach as she pushed her hips up using her knees on the bed. Her muffled cries in the pillow were still loud enough that he smiled at the thought of giving the neighbors an audible show.
Thrust.
He could feel the moisture of her cunt against his balls with every pounding into her. Her asshole seemed to be closing and loosening so frequently that it felt like it was massaging his dick every time he stopped long enough to feel it.
Thrust.
She cried out as her body worked into convulsions. She was cumming and Lucky could his orgasm not too far behind.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
The feeling of her asshole squeezing and releasing his cock along with the sounds of Cheryl screaming in pleasure into her pillow was too much for him to hold back any longer. He slammed his cock one more time into her ass and grunted as he released his hot sticky juices into her.
She lunged forward until she lay flat on her stomach once again as he fell forward to follow as he shot the last stream into her. Moments went by as he caught his breath before he stood up and pulled his dick out of her ass, allowing a portion to pour out once he was no longer plugging the exit.
She twitched a few times as he watched his cum drip from her asshole and run down her pussy like a slow moving waterfall.
"Bad dream?" She finally asked with a soft smile as she rolled over and sat up on the bed to look at him. "You're mad sex is usually after you've had a bad dream."
It was strange to have someone know him so well and yet not know any of the deepest and darkest parts.
Cheryl had no idea that he had had sex with any other woman. She still thought that she was the only one. She had no idea about Tara or the terrorist organization. She knew nothing of the assassin beyond the fact that she had been shot.
And most importantly, she had no idea about his true feelings for Addison.
"I can't remember," Lucky lied as he looked out the window of the bedroom.
Cheryl stood and followed him to the wall to look out the window beside him. He turned to regard her and smiled at her true beauty. The sun bounced off her face and glistened in her black hair as she ran her fingers through it to rid the knots from her sleep. She looked at him once more with a returning smile.
He pressed his lips to hers as he pulled her body to his for a long hug.
"What's that for?" She asked once he released his hold on her.
"I appreciate you is all," he answered honestly. Guilt rushing through him.
"I appreciate you too," she said softly as she laid her head over on his shoulder as they watched the sky get redder with an approaching dusk.
"It'll be dark soon," Lucky observed.
"Hey," Cheryl said, launching her head erect as she looked to Lucky with excited eyes. "Let's invite Lois over for dinner tonight!"
"Lois?" Lucky asked. He was curious about the woman but didn't expect Cheryl and Lois to get together for their dinner for some time to come.
"Our neighbor dummy," she answered, confusing his question. "We have nothing else here so might as well right?"
"What are we going to have for dinner?" He asked as he started walking out of the room and toward the kitchen once again. "Do we have anything here?"
"We can order delivery," she explained as she stopped short of following out of the room and turned toward the dresser instead. "What sounds good?"
