I'm sorry for the long delay between the chapters. Was trying to decide between leaving it as a one-shot or continuing it. This would seem very abrupt but just take it that it's a few months down the road and that nothing much has changed since. Advice on how to craft the next chapter (as in what should happen) would be most welcome!! Thank you!!
Andrea awakened, confused by her unfamiliar surroundings. She opened her eyes, half-awake, groping for the sheets to cover her naked body.
She felt warm breath against her neck and turned, slightly bewildered, slightly afraid of what she might see. Her body didn't hurt, she hadn't been awakened with the demand for sex. She was thoroughly uncertain of what was going on.
Slowly, Andrea turned around. When she caught sight of the still slumbering figure next to her, she covered her mouth, preventing a scream from emerging. Fuzzy details from the night before started emerging...
How could this have happened? How could she have let herself get into such a situation? Randy was going to be so mad. The thought of going home to face her husband chilled her to the bone.
Andrea turned to look at the man who had comforted her the night before. Half-naked under the quilt, he looked stunning even in slumber. Andrea placed her hand on his chest, intending to go back to sleep, hoping that she would wake up in her own bed with her hand on her husband's chest, finding that this was all a (sweet) dream.
As she was about to lie down, he caught her wrist in his strong grasp. "Morning beautiful," he whispered, his voice still raspy. "How was it? Are you feeling better now?"
Andrea turned away, her inner conflict churning. "You were... amazing, Hunter."
"I didn't know you were so fragile, Andie," he whispered, still running his fingers up and down her bare back. "Last night was mind-blowing."
He pulled her closer to him, nibbling on her neck and shoulder. As he fed on her, full of lust and passion, Andrea felt her mind drain of reason. She felt his weight crushing her, as he moved on top of her for the fourth time in as many hours.
Suddenly, a bolt of panic, guilt and absolute fear stunned her. Andrea loved Randy, she did. But, she was truly fearful for her safety and if it was down to the wire, she couldn't be absolutely certain that Randy's rage wouldn't kill her. But, she did love him. Yet, if she loved him, how could she have let this chain of events happen? And, why was something so wrong feeling so good? The turmoil overpowered her senses as she recalled the previous evening that had led to this...
/ flashback /
Randy and Andrea had turned up, dressed to the nines, at the annual dinner reception hosted by the network, honouring the company's contribution towards sports entertainment. Randy looked suave, in a black striped suit and an open-necked white shirt. Truth be told, Andrea felt her heart skip a beat as she laid eyes on the man she married. Andrea was dressed in a classy, short black number, her long brown hair left tumbling down to her waist. Randy looked at her and nodded, taking her hand before walking into the reception with her.
The first half of the evening had gone well. Randy was in a good mood and was laughing and chatting with some of the network executives. Andrea played the doting, trophy wife, looking at him adoringly, her hand on his chest. She laughed at his jokes, deferred demurely when asked for her opinion. His asking her to get him another drink was the point that the evening started to spiral downwards.
He chose to show who definitely wore the pants in the relationship by instructing her to get him a drink and giving her a harder than necessary tap on her behind. She flinched but didn't say a word. Andrea brought the drink back to Randy and passed it to him, silently.
She couldn't remember exactly what it was that she said that set him off. All Andrea could remember was Randy yelling at her, grabbing her by the wrists and dragging her off to the side of the hall. She remembered her face burning in humiliation, knowing that everybody's eyes were on them. She begged Randy not to raise his voice at her. She pleaded with him to calm down. He ignored her entirely and continued his tirade. Andrea's eyes were firmly fixed to the ground, willing herself not to cry.
And, as much as she had grown to anticipate the blows that would often rain down on her, Andrea was shocked when Randy roughly grabbed her face. It was the first time that he had ever laid hands on her in public. The tears of shame burned in her eyes. Andrea pushed Randy, turned on her heel and ran. Andrea ran, even though she knew that she would get hell from Randy when she got home.
Andrea ran out and collapsed on the steps outside the building. She buried her face in her arms and burst into tears. The pain, the fear, the humiliation washed over her as she cried.
"Hey, princess, what's going on? You okay?" She jumped as she heard that. She turned to see Hunter sitting there, looking at her concernedly.
She tried to stifle her sobs, smiling wanly at him. "I'll be fine."
"You wanna talk about it?"
Andrea shook her head. "I'll be okay."
Hunter motioned for her to face him. She obliged. He looked her straight in the eye. "I saw what happened."
Andrea, once again, felt the wave of humiliation and embarrassment sweep over her. "Th... That was nothing. It was my fault. I..."
"No matter whose fault it is, it's never acceptable for a guy to lay hands on a girl," Hunter interrupted her, his tone serious.
They sat there in silence. Andrea musing over what Hunter had said. Hunter trying to think of the right words that would bring comfort and strength to Andrea.
Hunter studied Andrea's countenance. She had definitely been through alot. He berated himself for not noticing it earlier. The playful sparkle in her eyes had been replaced by world-weariness. The ready smile that could brighten up a room hadn't been seen for a long time. Her warm and personable character was now tinged with anxiety, trepidation and distrust.
Andrea turned to Hunter, breaking the silence. "Am I that bad a person, Hunter? Am I incapable of doing anything right?"
Hunter heaved a sigh. "You're a wonderful person, Andie. You always have been. Don't let Randy convince you otherwise. If he can't see how great you are, he doesn't deserve you. And, I say this with all my heart."
Andrea smiled a small, sad smile at him. "Thanks, Hunter." She reached out and hugged Hunter, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
Hunter reciprocated, holding her close to him. He gently stroked her hair, willing her to have the strength to see through this difficult period. They sat there in companionable silence.
After some time, Andrea started to pull away, causing Hunter's hand to brush past her face instead. They looked at each other, slightly stunned, a little magnetized. Hunter leaned forward and his lips met Andrea's. To his surprise, and her own, she didn't pull away; instead, she responded to the kiss. It started out sweet, tender. Then, as the kiss wore on, it grew more passionate, their tongues wrestling for control.
Hunter stroked her bare thigh, Andrea's hands ran across his torso. Andrea moaned as Hunter's lips trailed down her neck, towards her clavicle. Suddenly however, Hunter stopped and pulled away. The spell broken, Andrea looked up, still in a bit of a daze. Hunter's eyes were clouded with lust and desire.
"Andrea, either we stop this now or we go back to my place. Your choice," he rasped.
Andrea closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Your place. Let's go."
Hunter didn't wait another second or ask for another affirmation. He helped her to her feet and quickly flagged a cab. In the cab, they continued mauling each other with kisses, their hands running everywhere.
They entered Hunter's upmarket apartment, never once breaking physical contact. Hunter pushed Andrea against the wall, never stopping his assault of kisses, his right hand supporting her head, his left hand squeezing her breasts. "God, you're so hot," he murmured, the passion evident in his voice.
Andrea whimpered softly, Hunter's continuous slew of kisses bringing her lust to fever-pitch. Somehow, they found their way to the bedroom. Hunter removed his shirt and sat on the bed. Andrea stood in front of him.
"Take your clothes off," he said. "Or do you want me to help you?"
Andrea's heart raced within her chest. She felt Hunter's hands on her waist. A dash of hesitation crossed her mind. What was she doing? What were they doing?
"If you're not comfortable, we can stop this, Andie," Hunter said, noting her hesitation. "Is this what you want?" He unzipped the top of her dress. Pulling the bodice down to her waist, Hunter made her face him. "Is this what you want?"
Andrea raised the question to herself. Is this really what she wanted? For a second, she wanted to say no. But, as she shifted her glance and gazed at his eyes, she pushed that thought out of her mind.
She felt his hands slipping her dress off her body and unclasping her bra. "Yes, it is..." she whispered, letting him roll her g-string off her hips.
Hunter pulled her onto his lap again, spreading her legs. She wrapped them tightly around his body as she felt his lips travel down her chest. She could feel his erection straining through his pants. Hunter suddenly flipped her around, coming to rest on top of her.
His strong arms pinned her down on the bed, savouring her body. She ran her hands through his hair, throwing her head back as he suckled her bosom hungrily. She moaned as she felt his tongue trail down her abdomen. Her hips bucked upwards as his tongue suddenly plunged into her. Hunter held her hips steady as he lapped away. Just as she was about to climax, Hunter pulled away. He divested himself of his pants, standing in full glory before her.
Andrea whimpered pitifully. Her whimper turned into a gasp of pain and pleasure as Hunter slipped two fingers into her. She grabbed hold of his arm, as waves of pleasure overtook her. "You're so tight, princess. I'm going to have to take my time with you."
"No..." Andrea murmured. "Just fuck me."
Hunter smiled, a small laugh exiting him. "I will, princess. But, slowly. I don't want to hurt you."
"No, fuck me now. Fuck me hard, we can do slow later. Please... Please..." Andrea gasped, her lust driving her to the edge.
Without a second word, Hunter obliged. He slammed hard into her, eliciting a scream from her. Hunter wasn't sure if it was from pure pleasure or pain. He looked down into her eyes, concerned. She smiled at him, wincing slightly, trying to get used to his size. She stroked his face tenderly. "Go on, I'm fine."
He didn't say another word, driving into her over and over, hard. Hunter repositioned her legs over his shoulders, allowing him deeper access. He continued to plunge deep into her, not relenting on the pace.
Andrea locked her lips on his, letting his tongue slip inside her mouth. She kept up the pressure, his moans now louder testament to his pleasure.
Andrea felt him drive into her again, this time faster and more intense. Her entire body ached and screamed, fatigued by the force of the bliss it was being subjected to. Suddenly, she was hit by a white wall of pure pleasure. Andrea could vaguely hear herself calling out Hunter's name as she came.
Hunter drove into her a few more times before he too climaxed, filling her with his seed.
Hunter came to rest, still on top of Andrea. He gently and tenderly kissed her, holding her close to him. "Andrea... You're perfect. And, you're mine."
"Hunter..." Andrea whispered, closing her eyes as she snuggled into his arms.
/ flashback over /
"Stop," Andrea said softly. "Hunter..."
"Mmm?" he murmured as he nuzzled her neck.
"Hunter, stop." Tears trickled down her cheeks. "Stop, please."
Hunter went up. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
Andrea lay on her side, sobbing. Reality bites, and when it did, it hurt. Badly. The complexity of the situation hit Andrea hard. Hunter showered Andrea with kisses and whispered that she was his. But, how could that be when she was Randy's? How could she bear to look at him again? How was she going to face Randy?
He had treated her with such tenderness all through the night, a stark contrast to what she went through daily with Randy. In between making love, they had chatted, laughed, joked – just like how it had been with Randy in the old days, a time long gone since. And, in the short naps that she had taken, she had always woken up, spooning and in his arms.
"What? Why are you crying?" he repeated.
"This is madness, Hunter. I can't even imagine what will happen after this. I slept with you, not minding the fact that it's going to be so awkward after. That I'm married! Randy is going to kill me!"
Andrea felt Hunter lie down beside her and slip an arm around her waist. "When I said you were mine last night? I meant it, Andie. I saw the bruises on your body. I don't know for a fact, but I can guess what Randy's been doing to you. Leave him. I will take you in."
Andrea's tears intensified. "I can't. He's my husband. This shouldn't have happened. None of this."
Hunter pulled Andrea closer to him. "What if I told you I love you, Andie? And, that I have loved you for a very long time?"
Andrea's head was spinning. She sat up. "I'm sorry, Hunter... I have to go. I have to." With her tear burning in her eyes, Andrea threw on her clothes, grabbed her purse and made her way to the door. Not daring to look back, she slammed the door shut and made her way back to the hell she called 'home'.