Vibrator

I felt disgusting. Was I any better than Andy now? My heart pounded in my chest as I opened up the door to the house. I had to tell him.
“I’m back!” I called out, my voice quivering slightly. I put my bag down on the counter and kicked off my shoes. I heard him trotting down the stairs.
“The baby is sleeping,” CC said as he came into the living room to meet me there. I gave him an unsure smile and nodded. One of his eyebrows raised at me. “Is everything ok?” CC asked me and I shook my head.
“I went over to see Andy,” I admitted and sat down. He looked at me with a confused expression on his face.
“And...That’s bad?” He asked me and I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to tell him this. But I wasn’t going to lie to him.
“No, that’s not bad. But...we did something...bad…” After I said that I looked up at him. He stared at me with wide eyes. He didn’t say anything so I started to explain more. “We...We were talking about what happened, and I started to feel so confused and he was bringing up all the good times we had with each other. Things escalated quickly and he,” I cut myself off, closing my eyes shut tightly as I cringed. “He fingered me…” The words fell out of my mouth slowly.
There was no words from CC. And I hated the silence. I opened up my eyes. CC sat there staring at me with wide eyes that looked so hurt and upset and angry all at the same time. My heart broke at the sight. CC was never one to blow up at me, and he didn’t.
“Whatever, I don’t care. As long as you aren’t pregnant again. But...I’m not ok with this. You need to choose between me or him, you can’t have both of us.” After saying that he stood up and left me, going back upstairs. I sighed, holding my head in my hands.



CC nipped at my collarbone, soft moans escaping my lips. He lips kissed my shoulder, going to my neck and sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. I knew exactly what he was doing and I loved the thought of it. He was leaving small marks on my skin as if he was claiming me as his and only his.
His hands went to my jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down. I stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. He grabbed my hips, pulling me into his and keeping us close together.
He stared down at me, his hands on my ass. I looked into his eyes and he slowly leaned down, pressing his lips against mine. My eyes closed, arms going around his neck. I stood on my toes so he wouldn’t need to lean down as much.
His hands went up and reached behind me, removing my black bra from me and tossing it aside. His fingers gently brushed over my breasts before he groped them, his thumbs drawing circles over the center of each.
CC pushed me back onto the bed, quickly sliding my panties off of me and dropping them to the floor. He opened up a drawer and pulled out a condom, taking off his boxers and rolling it onto his length. He pressed himself against his entrance but didn’t move inside of me and I groaned in aggravation. I heard him chuckle.
“P-Please, CC,” I begged him, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He grinned down at me, slowly pressing himself into me a bit more.
“Please...I...I need it...now…” I whimpered out. I hated him so much right now. He wanted me to beg. He suddenly thrusted into me deeply, causing me to scream.
“Try to stay quiet, don’t want to wake up the baby,” CC breathed out into my ear and I nodded, mouth open slightly. He started to thrust into me slowly, but very deeply, my head going into the crook of his neck in attempt to muffle my moans. My legs wrapped around his hips loosely as he continued to thrust into me like that.
He began to bite at my shoulder like he was doing before, only causing me to go a bit more crazy. Without a warning or anything, his thrusts became harder and quicker, my nails curling into his back as he did so. He quickened them even more, seeming to go deeper and deeper with every thrust. He hit a spot in me that made me feel weak. My nails dragged down his back.
“Don’t stop...P-Please…” I whispered to him quietly, trying to speak without letting my moans of pleasure take over. He kept on doing it and I felt myself coming quickly, a high pitched moan escaping my lips. My whole body felt so good everywhere. His breath hitched and he rode out his orgasm, after pulling out of me and rolling over.
We laid there in silence for a few minutes before he stood up and threw the condom out in the trash can. I sat up, flinching as I looked at his back. It was all scratched up.
“We should get cleaned up,” I said, standing. CC followed me into the bathroom and I grabbed a few things before looking at myself in the mirror. Small purple patches were placed over my collarbones, shoulders, and the side of my neck. I laughed to myself.
“Shit, (NAME),” CC finally spoke up, observing his back in the mirror. I felt a wave of guilt hit me. He wouldn’t be able to sleep on his back for a while.
“I’m sorry, let me clean it up for you,” I said, biting on my lip. He turned his back to me and I disinfected the scratches. While I was doing it there was a few occasionally hisses from CC.
He turned back to me, his fingers running over one of my collarbones and he smiled.
“Does this mean you chose me?” CC asked. I smiled up at him.
“Yes.”

Notes

yeahh I kinda like scratches and love bites just a little bit