Awakening the Vixen

"Uh, yea." I pushed a strand nervously behind my ear. I did not like being in the middle of these two. Uncomfortable was an understatement.

Kris's gaze shot behind me again.

"Do you mind? This is a private conversation."

For the first time, I was scared. Scared of Ben finding out about us. Scared of Kris jumping passed me and hitting Ben. At the same time, I was angry at Kris for barging in here without any thought. I had to put an end to this macho display.

"Kris, why don't we talk out here? I'll be right back, Ben."

I didn't wait for Ben's response as I pulled Kris down the hall and away from my apartment.

I turned to face him, the anger that I was feeling spilling into my voice and onto my face.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"You left before I woke up on Friday. You said you'd stop by over this weekend, but you never showed. You said you'd keep me informed and I've spent the entire weekend thinking you were done with me. So what's the deal?"

He was being incredibly loud. I grabbed his arm again and dragged him into the stairwell. I didn't need Ben to hear any of this.

"I've been busy all weekend. Between work and Ben, I haven't had one minute to stop by. I'm sorry, but that doesn't give you the right to break my door down and start shit with Ben."

"Fuck him. I don't give a shit what he thinks about me and I know he's too much of bitch to retaliate in anyway."

"Still, you almost outed us."

"Good, I want him to know."

"Well I don't. We agreed we would take this at my pace, but now you're trying to force me into a position I'm not comfortable with."

He pushed his hands through his hair, stressed and searching for something to say.

"I know, but I hate all this uncertainty. I hate not knowing if you're actually coming back tomorrow or if you're actually going to leave him. And when I see him, I just want to hit him."

I had never known how Kris had felt. We had been sleeping together for over a week and for the first time, I saw something beneath all the ego, muscles, and sex. I realized in my quest for my own sexual fulfillment, I wasn't being fair to Kris. He was a person just as much as I was, but I wasn't regarding how he felt in all of this.

"Give me your phone?"

"Why?" he asked, handing it over.

"Cause I don't need you kicking down my door again," I replied while typing. I threw the phone back at him.

"Don't call, but text me if you get concerned. I don't have my phone on me right now, so just send me your number."

Relief rushed his face. The amused smile that I found irresistible returned, putting me at ease.

"Thanks. I'm sorry for pressuring you. You're right, I agreed to go at your pace, but it just drives me crazy that I can't have you all the time."

"I know, but you'll have to find some way to manage. So, promise me you won't come to my apartment again?"

"Fine, but I'm not apologizing to that asshole. He's lucky I didn't knock him out."

"Fine. I'm sure I can find some way to smooth this over."

I headed for the door, trying to think of the new lie I would need to cover my tracks. Kris caught my arm, pulling me back to him.

"Wait. While I got you here."

He pushed me against the concrete and crushed his lips into mine. Immediately, all frustration and stress melted as his kiss devoured me. I moaned against his lips and tried to pull him into me, but just as quickly, he pulled away from me. He gave me his signature smirk before leaving.

I slid to the floor, desperately trying to regain control of my body. Just a simple kiss had me melting beneath him. It was so unfair what he could do to me. I slowly returned to my apartment in a daze.

"What was that all about?" Ben's voice pulled me back to reality. In that moment, I realized I hadn't come up with a lie. I panicked momentarily, before coming up with some weak response.

"A private matter regarding a client of his. He wanted my advice because I'm a woman."

"What is he sleeping with her?" he joked.

"Yea. He just doesn't know what to do is all." I found that my lie wasn't much of one at all. Instead, it was just an ambiguous confession.

"Still, doesn't justify him being mean. Is he like that all the time?"

"Pretty much. During my work outs, he's incredibly intense." Another ambiguously worded confession.

"Just know, you can always walk away if he pushes you too hard."

Ben was right. He was indirectly giving me advice about how to handle my situation with Kris. If Kris really was adamant about not taking this at my pace, I could just leave. He openly told me I could go at any time. But the more I thought about it, the more I thought that I couldn't. I was addicted to Kris. He was perfect for me sexually. But was that worth losing Ben over? I needed more time to figure things out.

Ben headed to the kitchen to pick out a menu for dinner while I headed to my office to grab my cell phone. The red light was on, indicating that there was a notification. I saw a text message from a strange number.

'Bet you wish you had my dick in your hot pussy right now.' I could only assume it was Kris. Even with my uncertainties, I still imagined our last time together and instantly became aroused. I responded.

'I always do.'

***

XIII.

As predicted, Ben returned to work on Tuesday. I followed him out that morning and headed to the store to get some new clothes as I had planned. I picked out a wide range of outfits, some revealed a little, while others left little to the imagination. I also picked out some sexy lingerie, all with Kris in mind.

I returned home and completely changed before heading over. I chose a pair of incredibly short shorts that ended just passed my ass and a tight, low-cut pink shirt that showed the tops of my breasts. Underneath that was a matching set of black lace. I had forgotten the last time I had worn a thong, but it made me feel as sexy as I remembered. I pulled my hair into a side braid, gave myself a quick once over, and then headed to Kris's.

His eyes lit up when he opened the door, paired with his signature smirk.

"So I take it, you're free now?"

"I found a moment in my busy schedule."

"Glad to hear. I'm almost done my workout, so just come in, relax, and enjoy the show."

I walked in and perched myself on the couch, while Kris returned to his workout. He sat on the floor and began doing crunches. I was enjoying his display of strength. It was making me want him even more, which I didn't think was possible.

After that, he moved to the pull-up bar anchored in the door. As he pulled himself up, every muscle was flexing. I was getting wetter watching him.

"You make it so hard to sit still."

He laughed.

"You're one to talk, sweetheart. It is taking most of my strength not to throw you down and fuck you right now."

"Well, then I'm sure this won't help."

I pulled my shirt off, leaving my breasts covered only by the black lace bra. My hands traveled over my body, grabbing my full tits. I pulled my right nipple out of its confining cup and began to play with it. Twisting and tugging at it, I began to whimper at my own pleasure.

Kris stopped in a dead hang from the bar. His eyes were almost falling out his head as he watched me play with myself. It wasn't enough though. I had to tease him more.

I unbuttoned my shorts and slid my left hand down under my panties. I found my engorged clit and began to flick it with my finger. I let out a gasp of pleasure as I continued to play with my nub. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, moaning loudly. The wetness grew between my legs as I flicked faster and faster.

Suddenly, I felt Kris's body against me, pushing me down on the couch. His lips found mine, instantly slipping his tongue in. He pulled my hand out of my pants, replacing it with his. He massaged my clit with one finger and slid another into my tight hole. I let another gasp escape beneath his lips.

His mouth soon left mine, traveling to my exposed nipple. He licked it before taking it in his mouth. He sucked it, then twirled it with his tongue. He clamped on to it with his teeth pulling gently. I moaned loudly as I was coming undone.

Our intense moment was interrupted by a knock at his door. Kris ignored it at first, continuing his assault on my nipple. But the knocking continued, getting louder with each hit until the visitor made it clear they weren't leaving.

Kris groaned as he got up to answer the door.

"Fuck! Someone better be dead or I'm gonna kill them."

I couldn't help but laugh at his frustrated comments, but I shared the same feeling. I didn't like having this time with Kris interrupted. I pulled my shirt back on and buttoned my shorts just as he opened the door.

"Oh. Shit." I heard Kris say. I looked to the door, but I couldn't see who was there.

"Oh my God, Kris I'm so glad you're home," a female voice came from the hall.

"Listen Brenda, now is-"

"I didn't know where else to go."

Brenda pushed right passed Kris and headed for the counter, settling herself onto one of the stools. She didn't give me any notice.

"Or what the hell, come on in," Kris said, slamming the door. He went over to one of the other stools and put his shirt on, then moved to the other side of the counter. It was apparent that I was the odd man out in this conversation and I didn't like it at all.

"Thank you so much. I haven't seen you in a while and I didn't know if you would help me." She was flustered and emotional, a combination I did not like.

"Why are you here?" Kris asked, not actually giving a shit about her response.

"When you stopped coming around, I started to panic and I got a little sloppy. Long story short, Glenn found out about us and he threw me out."

Brenda started sobbing into her hands, but her cries were completely fake. She was not a good actress. Kris just stared at her, uncaring, his hand propping his head up.

"How is this my problem?"

"I have nothing, Kris. He cancelled all my cards and I have nowhere to go." Her tears suddenly stopped as she moved her hand across the counter to his, stroking the back of his hand. My body tensed up possessively.

"I was wondering if maybe I could stay here until he comes to his senses and takes me back. Maybe we can catch up?" The tone of her voice carried a sexual implication. I stared at Kris. His response was going to determine my reaction.

"Fuck, no," he laughed, pulling his hand back and stepping away from the counter.

"What? Why not?"

"It may have escaped your aging eyes, but I have company."

Kris pointed to me and Brenda's gaze followed. I finally got to see her face. She was an older woman, possibly early forties. Her facial features did not complement each other in anyway. Her nose was tiny, her lips plump, her skin taut, and her face expressionless. I could only assume it was from too much Botox. Her boobs and ass were equal in size, both of which were unnaturally large. I could see she was no threat.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize your sister was here."

"She's not my sister."

"Cousin?"

Kris paused a second, staring right at me. He was searching for the right way to describe my affiliation to him. I couldn't understand why, it wouldn't be too hard for her to grasp that I was a girl who was sleeping with him.

"No. She's my girlfriend."

Brenda's look of shock mirrored my own internal shock. Is that really how he saw me? Was this really where this was heading? Or was he just trying to present me in a good light to Brenda?

"Aside from the fact that I was done sleeping with you, she's why I haven't stopped by," he continued.

Brenda looked me up and down over and over again, making me somewhat uncomfortable.

"Come on, Kris. You can do so much better."

"Yea, sitting right here," I snapped.

One thing I could never stand was women who talked down to me. In recent years, I was reserved enough to let comments like this slide. Ben would always tell me not to stoop to their level, but deep down, I always wanted to give them a piece of my mind. There was nothing wrong with defending yourself, but Ben wanted to avoid conflict, so I was tight lipped.

But now, Ben's advice was not even making its way into my brain. I was upset and angry at Brenda for several reasons. First, she interrupted my intimate time with Kris. Second, she made a pass at him. Third, she had the nerve to insult me and claim I wasn't good enough for him without knowing anything about me. The more I analyzed these points, the angrier I got.

"Good for you, but this is adult talk," she retorted smugly before turning back to Kris. He looked livid by her remark, like he was going to snap at her. She continued.

"Come on, her body is no comparison to mine."

I was going to beat Kris to the punch.

"You're right about that," I stood from the couch, walking towards her. She turned to face me, with a look of pride on her face. I was going to enjoy knocking her down from her high-horse.

"Unlike you, I'm all natural. You're pumped with so much silicone and plastic, he could have sex with a plastic fuck doll and it would be the same experience."

Instantly, her face turned to shock.

"How dare you? Do you know who I am?"

"A gold-digging whore whose husband finally worked up the courage to remove his balls from your purse?"

She turned to Kris, her eyes begging for him to come to her defense.

"Are you going to let her talk to me like that?"

Kris was laughing.

"I'm not going to stop her. I'm enjoying this far too much."

Brenda grabbed her purse and stood up, angry at her mistreatment.

"It'll only be a matter of time before he gets bored with you and tosses you aside for another woman."

"Sorry, but I've got all I need to keep him coming back for more."

"Think what you want. Kris, whenever you're done with your charity work, call me. I'll be more than happy to give you the satisfaction she can't."

"The only charity case I see here is you, now that your husband kicked you out. And clearly you must not have been good at satisfying him if he ditched your fake ass for me."

Brenda scowled and marched towards the door, I followed after her, stopping at the doorway. I shouted down the hall after her, wanting to get in one more jab.

"You better start begging for change, Brenda. Botox isn't cheap and that scowl is going to cause wrinkles."

And with that, I slammed the door, instantly feeling better. Kris was standing right behind me, with his sexy smirk plastered on his gorgeous face. He wrapped his arms around my waist, admiring me.

"Where have you been my whole life?"

"What? I hate it when people talk down to me, especially superficial bitches like her."

I took a deep breath, calming myself down. It had been a while since I flew off the handle like that. It was unladylike, that much I knew, but it felt good. Still, I couldn't help but apologize for my behavior.

"Sorry about that."

"Are you kidding? That was amazing," he replied excitedly. He moved his face in closer, stopping inches from mine. "I love a girl who can stand her ground, it's sexy. Had you done that the first time we talked, I think I would have crawled over to your apartment, begging to fuck you."

His lips returned to their proper place a top mine, but it didn't last long. I pushed him back, emboldened by an idea.

"Hmm, I think I want to see you beg a little."

I pulled him over to the chair and pushed him down in it. He looked confused as I stepped away from him and removed my shirt and shorts, leaving only the black lace. I ran my hands over my body while Kris watched. I slid my bra off and took my nipples in my hands, twisting and pulling them. I panted at how amazing it felt and could feel myself getting wet. Kris watched me, enjoying the show, but I was just getting warmed up.

I sat down on the couch and pulled my thong off, tossing it on to Kris's lap. He jumped up and moved towards me. I stretched my leg out, stopping him from reaching his prize.

"Uh-uh," I said, waving a finger at him. I pointed back to the chair. "Sit," I commanded, pushing him back with my foot. He flopped into the chair, a lustful hunger in his eyes. I smirked, continuing with the show.

My right hand traveled between my legs while my left continued to pleasure my nipple. I found my pleasure spot and started to rub it, a gasp escaping my lips. I worked slowly at first, but then increased my tempo. I closed my eyes, enjoying the self-pleasure. I groaned as the pressure intensified between my legs. I continued like that for some time, before opening my eyes.

Kris was focused in on me. He was gritting his teeth and his knuckles were white, as he was gripping the arms of the chair trying to maintain control. His cock was straining against his shorts and his breathing was uneven. He was aching to touch me, but I wouldn't let him. He looked into my eyes, thinking I was ready to have him. Not yet.

I smirked as I slid my fingers down to my slit, keeping my thumb on my sensitive clit. I glided one finger into my damp pussy, squealing in desire. I added a second before I started picking up the tempo, fucking myself with my fingers. My heartbeat was in my ears and my breathing was out of control. I curved my fingers forward slightly, rubbing them against my front wall. I was so close, but I needed a last little push. I guided in a third finger, and fingered myself as fast and as hard as possible.

Finally, I had my release. Heat spread through my body as I went rigid, crying out in pleasure. My hand became soaked in my juices and I finally went limp. I opened my eyes to see Kris still staring at me. He looked ready to burst.

I smirked and beckoned him with my finger. He jumped up and hurried to me, ready to drive his dick inside of me. I caught his shoulder, and kept him an arm's length away. I pulled my fingers from inside of me and brought them up to Kris's lips. He hungrily took them into his mouth, cleaning my juices off.

When he was done, he leaned in to kiss me, but I pushed him back and stood up, sauntering towards the bedroom. I swayed my ass a little, as I looked back at him. His look became more animalistic as he rose up to follow me. I was enjoying toying with him.

In the hallway, I turned to face him, backing up to the bedroom. He was like a panther ready to pounce on me. I bit my lip, enjoying the little game I was playing with him. I felt the bed at the back of my legs and fell back onto it. Kris came into the room and removed his shirt and his shorts, standing completely naked. His penis was fully erect. As much as I wanted it, there was one more thing I needed to do.

He moved towards the bed and tried to climb on top of me. I slid back across the bedspread, keeping my distance. He groaned as he climbed up to me, reaching me. His face was inches from mine when I stopped him.

"Beg."

"I don't beg. I take." He tried pushing closer, but I wasn't having it.

"If you want me, beg for me."

He groaned in frustration, clearly having enough of my games. I bit my lip, relishing the control I was having.

"I want you to beg, Kris. Then, you can have me."

He smirked and his expression softened. He moved close to my face, his eyes pleading.

"Please, Sarah. I need you and your amazing body. I want to bury myself deep inside you and take you as mine. Please?"

I hesitated, enjoying the end of my game, before nodding.

A sick smile spread across his face and instantly, his expression shifted back. He acted the part beautifully, but now I was going to pay for teasing him.

He pushed me back, pinning my arms over my head with one hand. The other traveled between my legs, finding my wetness. He repositioned his cock, before slamming it into me as hard as he could.

An orgasm ripped through my body as I cried out, but Kris's lips crushed into mine, silencing me. His tongue wasted no time finding mine and I moaned against his mouth, my mind still trapped in my blissful state. I could taste my sweetness on his tongue and it was driving me wild.