Sage pounded her fists against the door she never thought she’d have to revisit, her rage simmering beneath the surface as it flung open…
Sage pounded her fists against the door she never thought she’d have to revisit, her rage simmering beneath the surface as it flung open.
David stood there in nothing but an old black t-shirt and gym shorts, confusion laced in his red eyes from either sleep or drink. Probably both.
“David,” Sage said with tempered rage.
“Oh…” David cleared his throat. “What’s uh… what’s up?”
“You know damn well what.” Her voice was already halfway to a snarl as she pushed past him and into the living room.
David didn’t stop her, he stepped aside and allowed her full access to his home. Sage’s heels clicked sharply across the hardwood of the living room floor, lips tight with rage. Behind her, David stood like a child who had been caught. Frozen as guilt radiating off him in waves. When Sage didn’t speak, David cleared his throat.
“So…” he said, voice soft. “How was work?”
Sage’s laugh had no warmth. “You are a real fucking piece of work.”
Her back was to him, head tilting just enough to see his silhouette reflected in the dark bay window. “How the fuck could you do that to me, David?” Her voice climbed as she turned to face him. “All because I wouldn’t fuck you?!”
“I don’t…” David stammered. “I don’t fucking know, alright? I got upset.”
“Upset?” Sage stalked the living room, her arms swinging open as if gesturing to the entire damn house. “So destroying someone’s life and career is fair game when you’re upset?”
Her steps slowed until she was in front of his wide living room windows. They framed the distance between them like a painting. She peered out at her house. From here, it seemed like a dream she could never return to.
“You are the absolute fucking worst,” Sage continued, voice trembling as she leaned against the glass.
David lingered by the couch, fidgeting nervously. “Can I… get you something to drink?”
“Fuck you.” Sage snapped, eyes still fixed on her home.
“I think I need a drink,” David said softly.
She glanced at him as he moved to the kitchen, grimacing at the way his bulky mass slowly moved with each task. As if it was a labor to exist.
Then his forearm muscles flexed. She remembered how he grabbed her. His large back pulled his shirt tightly. Sage recalled how his body enveloped her when he buried himself inside her.
She clenched her teeth. He was an animal, she couldn’t forget that. Worse, he was dangerous. Somewhere along the way, he’d convinced himself she belonged to him. He believed it so deeply he was willing to destroy her life to have her again.
Sage hadn’t even noticed her fists had clenched.
“Give me a margarita,” she said flatly.
David glanced back, startled. “I have some premix, no blender or ice though…”
Sage glared. “Fine. Just give me the fucking premix.”
David poured the drink into a standard glass. No salt. No garnish. Sage watched, arms crossed, her rage cooling into something she dare not admit to herself.
He brought the drink to her cautiously, as though he thought she was a bomb ready to detonate at any moment. Sage snatched it from his hand, eyes cutting into him. David retreated back into the living room.
“So… did you get fired?” he asked.
Sage laughed coldly, then downed the margarita in a single gulp.
David sipped his own tequila, avoiding her gaze.
“You would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you?” she said, setting the empty glass on a side table with a heavy thunk. “Was that the plan? Tank my job and what? Swoop in to save me afterward?”
“I mean… I don’t know,” David mumbled. “But did you?”
“No, I handled it,” she said coolly. “I got promoted, in fact.”
She watched in satisfaction as David’s face twisted uncomfortably.
“Oh don’t fucking start. What did you think was going to happen? Have you seen me?” she gestured at herself, David made no protest. “You handed me over on a silver platter, and my boss jumped on the opportunity.”
Her smile was pure venom. “So congratulations. I’m fucking two people now that aren’t you.”
David sat down on the couch slowly, it creaked under the weight of his mass.
“Well…” he exhaled. “I guess I deserved this.”
Sage’s laugh rang out again, louder this time. “Don’t you dare make this about you.” She took a step forward, voice turning jagged. “You are a fucking monster, David. You don’t get to feel sorry for yourself.”
“I’m really sorry,” he said. “I kind of… kind of lost it a little bit there.”
“You think?”
“I think…” He hesitated. “I think I might be falling for you.”
Sage’s head snapped toward him, a look of utter disbelief strung across her face. “Oh my god. Really?!”
“Look… I’m just being honest I don’t… you make me crazy Sage.”
“Shut the fuck up, please…” Sage let out a long sigh. She fixed her hair as she shifted her weight onto one leg. “Why couldn’t you just be happy being my fuck doll? If you had just behaved and followed the fucking rules…”
“I am sorry,” he repeated, quieter this time.
“Sorry doesn’t fix it.”
“I just miss the days when we used to fuck,” David muttered, spreading his thighs out as he leaned back.
Sage glanced down at the enormous package between his legs. Her blood boiled.
“Don’t even go there.” Her voice was a controlled blade. “There is zero chance I’m ever fucking you again.”
David flinched. He brought his legs back together. “Yeah well…” he grumbled. “I still fucking want you.”
“And I came over here for one reason. To make sure you understand that moving forward, you stay the fuck out of my business.”
Her voice dropped, slow and measured.
“I have enough to deal with. I don’t need you fucking things up even more because you want to fuck me. Those days are over, you blew your chance. Got it?”
David nodded.
“No, David.” She took a step toward him, her whole body trembling with rage. “I need you to really understand.”
She was inches from him now. He looked up at her, eyes wide with fear.
“I am done with your bullshit. And if you try anything like what you did again…” her voice dropped to a whisper. “It will be scorched earth. I will fucking end you. Do you understand?”
David cleared his throat quickly, nodding again. “I got it.”
“Good.”
She stepped back, her glare never leaving him. Then, with calculated disdain, she picked up her empty glass and threw it at his chest.
David fumbled for it with his thick fingers, catching the glass just before it hit the ground. His face went red.
“I want your curtains closed at all times,” Sage said. “I don’t want to see your face from my house ever again.”
She didn’t wait for a reply. Didn’t wait for anything. She turned for the exit, she slammed the door behind her with a satisfying level of force.
—
Outside, the cold air brushed along the suburban sprawl in gentle gusts, but Sage barely felt it. Her hands shook as she stormed across the yard toward her house.
The moment her front door closed behind her, she pulled out her phone and found Theo’s number, calling it without hesitation.
The dial tone barely rang once before he picked up.
“H-hey! What’s up?” Theo spoke in a familiar, if not painful, nervous tone.
“Get over here,” she said, voice emotionless. “I need to fuck.”
She hung up, knowing Theo would do as she was told. Sage stared through the window at David’s house. His living room curtains now fully drawn.
She turned and didn’t look back.
–
Theo showed up at the door in less than thirty minutes. Hoodie half-zipped, gym shorts already tenting, eyes wide like a puppy let off his leash.
When Sage opened the door without a word. She pulled him in by the collar and closed the door behind him, dropping to her knees in the foyer.
No greeting. No smirk. Just the sound of her soft moans as she pulled down his shorts and engulfed him.
Theo barely had time to breathe. He stood rigid with shock as he watched his cock disappear into Sage’s throat, her lips slick and warm, saliva already dripping down her chin.
“F-fuck! Sage…” he gasped, one hand finding the wall for balance as he thrust into her eagerly.
She didn’t care about his stammering. She didn’t care about anything except the heavy pulse of him in her mouth, the stretch, the way his body jolted every time her tongue dragged under the head of his shaft.
Sage let herself become a mess. She gave in to the carnal desire of being used. A trail of drool smeared down her cleavage, soaking the front of her tank top which clung to her curves tightly. Sweat beaded on her skin as her mascara was ruined, tears forming from the relentless pace she set with her mouth as she nearly suffocated herself on Theo’s cock.
Theo reached down, attempting to brush her hair from her face.
Sage slapped his hand away, then pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet gasp, saliva webbing between her lips and his member. Then she stood up, eyes glazed, and walked toward the kitchen like he wasn’t even there.
Theo followed dumbly, cock pulsing for more. It drove him now, and they both knew it.
Sage stopped at the table, pulled down her tight shorts, and bent forward.
“Fuck me. Hard.”
She didn’t look at him as she said it. Just braced her elbows on the wood, arching her back so her ass curved up into the light. Exposing her wet, flushed pussy.
Theo drew close to her without hesitation, hands landing on her hips. He swirled the tip of his cock against her entrance for a moment, then slowly pushed himself into her.
Sage moaned loudly, pushing herself into Theo aggressively, waiting for his onslaught to begin.
But Theo… paused. He thrust into her deeply, then held her there as he leaned over her.
His hands slid up her sides, fingers curling around her breasts with soft reverence. He buried his face in her neck and sighed against her skin, grinding gently as he rocked his hips forward.
Sage’s body froze as she snapped her head toward him. “What are you doing?”
Theo stopped. “Fucking you?”
“No. Actually fuck me. Don’t turn this into something romantic.” Her voice was flat. Sharp. “Fuck. Me.”
Theo’s mouth opened like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. He just pulled back.
“Sorry.”
The apology barely landed before his hips slammed forward. Hard.
Sage grunted as she closed her eyes and prepared for her punishment. Theo found his rhythm quickly. His long cock pounded into her with full, unfiltered force. Each thrust hit deep, the slap of his pelvis against her ass echoing through the kitchen. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white as it slid across the floor.
It hurt. That was the point.
She grit her teeth and… suddenly, it wasn’t Theo behind her anymore.
It was him.
David.
She felt David’s thick hands wrapping around her hips as he slammed into her with needy, brutish thrusts. Sage could see the greed in his eyes and lavished in the way he looked at her like property. Like she was made to be used.
She hated him for it.
She hated how much she could still feel him. That heavy, hulking weight pressing on her body as he filled every inch of her completely.
Sage moaned.
Her body tensed, heat flooding her thighs. She saw David fucking her senselessly as she came with a sharp cry, her pussy clenching hard around Theo’s cock, juices running down her legs.
Theo slowed, his shaft still buried deep as he let Sage shake beneath him. Her breath was ragged, her arms trembling from the euphoria. She glanced back, hair plastered to her cheeks, sweat dripping between her breasts.
Theo was still hard inside her, smiling sweetly.
Sage sighed. “Come here,” she muttered softly.
Theo helped her up. She climbed onto the table and lay flat on her back. Her legs parted and wrapped around his waist, pulling him in.
She didn’t stop him this time when he leaned down to kiss her gently.
Sage closed her eyes and let his lips press into hers as he pushed himself inside her again.
As they fucked slowly, Theo faded away.
And Jeremy took his place.
Her husband. Her love. Her home. She could smell him, hear his soft moans, feel the tenderness of his lips against hers.
Her chest ached.
She held Theo tighter. Her nails curled into his back as she kissed him desperately. If she closed her eyes hard enough, if she moved her hips just right…
Maybe it would keep Jeremy with her just a little longer.
He moaned into her mouth as he thrust slowly. Burying himself deep inside her. His body curled against hers as they fucked softly.
Like it meant something.
Like they were connecting.
Then she felt him shudder.
A sharp inhale. A full-body quake, and a hot flood inside her.
He came with a long, guttural sigh, slumping over her as he filled her womb. Sage’s fingers traced Jeremy’s back as her eyes blinked open and the fog lifted.
And she remembered this was Theo.
She stared past him at the ceiling. Her arms dropped from around his back.
Theo kissed her cheek. “That was…”
She didn’t let him finish. She slipped out from under him, not bothering to meet his gaze as she stood and began cleaning herself with the napkins left on the counter. Cum dripped down her thighs. Her tank top was soaked. She didn’t speak.
Theo watched from the edge of the table, still panting, his cock slightly hardening again as he watched her move with innocent eyes.
She hated that look. Like she’d just saved him, like this meant something.
“Can I…” he swallowed, trying not to sound pathetic. “Can I stay here tonight?”
Sage didn’t answer right away. She tied her hair back into a messy bun, wiping her chest slowly. She looked at him over her shoulder. Her face unreadable.
“Sure,” she said.
–
The next morning was a symphony of discomfort. Theo made coffee like he was trying to be helpful. Sage ignored it. He tried to kiss her neck while she was getting dressed. She stepped away.
“You want breakfast?” He asked.
“I’ve got to get to work early. The new promotion is a lot of responsibility,” Sage countered.
“I could pick it up for you…”
“I said I’m fine.”
She didn’t yell. She didn’t even raise her voice. But the frost in it was enough to silence him. Theo stood quietly as she grabbed her purse and keys, adjusting her sunglasses to ensure their eyes couldn’t meet. She opened the door, Theo followed behind her in silent obedience.
Sage’s world halted as she saw Jeremy standing in their parking lot.
He was leaning against his car, duffel bag at his feet, arms crossed.
His eyes met hers.
No anger. No sadness.
Just dull, dry amusement. Like he’d walked into a bad sitcom. Sage’s mouth opened, but no words came.
Behind her, Theo stepped out, stretching with a yawn. He blinked when he saw Jeremy.
“Theo,” Jeremy said flatly.
“J-Jeremy,” Theo replied nervously.
Sage’s hands clenched around her keys.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” she muttered.