4. Revenge sex

SARA’S POV

I felt a sharp exhale from him.

“You’re going to regret this by morning.”

I shook my head. “I’ll hate myself in the morning if I spend the night crying over him. Touch me, Horace. I want to be touched like a woman.” I grabbed his hand and placed it on my chest. He didn’t take it away.

“Touch me properly, Horace.”

“Sara…” his voice was heavy. “No strings.”

“No strings attached. I agree. I’m done with relationships and love. I just want…”

He turned and his hands cupped my face. His eyes fell to my bare chest before he spoke. “I mean it, Sara. This is nothing more than…revenge sex.”

I smiled. “Yes. That is what it is.”

I pulled the towel off his waist slolwly and my gaze shifted downward at his hardness. My thighs trembled immediately with a need to have that hard cock lodged between them. Our breathing intensified. And when his lips touched mine, I forgot about everything.

His hands cupped my breasts and feelings I had not felt in a long time—that I had not felt before—woke up. I moaned against him with a desire I didn’t know exist. There was something about the way he held me that made the feeling just right. I would have felt guilty letting him touch me. But I didn’t.

He guided me gently towards the bed. When his hand slipped between my thighs, I shuddered with need.

“Horace…”

He stroked my side gently, drawing breathless moans from me. Then his finger went in. A short gasp escaped from my throat and he buried the rest with a deeper kiss as his finger stroked me until I was convulsing with pleasure.

“You have never been fucked this way, have you?”

I shook my head. “Don’t stop.”

“I have no plans.”

He parted my legs and placed himself between me. His cock slid inside me with rhythmic thrusts that almost sent me out of the bed. His hands held mine steadily and he drove deeper. He slapped my butt cheek in a way that felt so good and turned me over. His cock slid in again, and this time, his thrusts were deeper and faster.

I felt the walls of my body tremble, and for the first time in a long time, I reached my climax. My body trembled and laughter escaped from my throat. This was diifferent from sex I had with Dave, where all I did was lay stil, and maintain one position.

How could Liz dump a man who knew how to make a woman feel this good?

“A minute,” he said, pulling away.

I watched him walk up to the mini bar and reach for the rest of the wine. He turned me to my back and lifted the bottle.

“Cheers to burying the ones who cheated on us.”

“I hate you, Dave!” I screamed in my head.

He poured the wine on my chest, and almost immediately, covered my chest with his tongue, lickingg off every bit of the wine.

“How could a man have you,” he said, raising his head for a while, “and cheat on you?”

I had stopped thinking I was sexy until Horace made that comment.

“Am I really sexy?”

“Sexy enough to keep me wanting more.”

He parted my legs again and his cock slid in. A soft moan escaped my throat and I closed my eyes, just revelling in the moment that made me feel like a woman again.

I heard Horace’s breathing harden as he reached his climax, before pulling out. We both collapsed on the bed, out of breath. I didn't care about Dave anymore or the hurt in my chest. Horace pulled me to himself and slept off. I was awake for a few minutes before sleep claimed me.

By morning when I woke up, Horace was already up and dressed in a small brief that left enough room for the imagination.

“Good morning,” he said when I stirred. “I was just speaking with the kitchen. What would you have for breakfast?”

“W-what?”

“Breakfast.”

“Oh…uhmmm. Coffee is fine.”

“Not after last night,” he said. “You need something better.”

“Uh…” I didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll sort it out.”

I watched him as he walked away. Dave had never thought about getting me breakfast after sex. I always fixed breakfast. In fact, I fixed his entire life…and then he repays me by breaking my heart.

I pulled the sheets away, recalling the previous night. I should have felt guilty. But I didn’t feel an ounce of it. Dave knew Liz was my cousin, and now, he was buying her a house.

I slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower. By the time I returned, Horace was back with breakfast. I felt his eyes linger over my body as I moved towards him.

“This feels like a feast,” I said.

“Something tells me you won’t eat when you return home.”

“You betcha.”

I settled down and he pushed a bowl of eggs to me. “Eat up.”

I grabbed an egg. “Are you always this sweet?”

He stopped eating. “Pardon?”

“To Liz,” I continued. “Does she see this side of you?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Because…yesterday, I saw a side of Dave I hadn’t seen. At least, not in years.”

He nodded. “I treated Liz right, Sara. If that’s what you mean.”

“And last night?”

“We should talk about last night.”

I nodded in agreement.

“I want to give Dave a test of his own poison,” I said. “I don’t want to be that woman who goes home, crying.”

Horace nodded. “I want that too. But like I said…”

“No strings attached. Just sex…and that’s all.”

He was quiet for a while. Then he nodded. “Eat up, Sara.”

When breakfast was over, we started planning to leave for Chicago.

“The house,” I started, “He’s buying it for Liz.”

“I know,” Horace answered.

I scoffed. “You know everything. Tell me, why are you still married to her?”

“We aren’t.”

I frowned. “What?”

“She doesn’t know that.”

“What did you do?”

“I made her sign the divorce papers. She was drunk and probably thought it was something else.”

I nodded, feeling smug about it.

“I want the house.”

He stopped and faced me.

“If I’m going to lose everything, I’m not going to let Liz have that house.”

“What do you want to do?”

I folded my hand. “You tell me. I know you want Liz to suffer.”

“That I want.”

“So, tell me how to go about it.”

“Can I have the document?”

I reached for my bag and pulled it out. The house I had seen was a dream home. I couldn’t let Dave give it to her.

He scanned the document and handed it over. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“I think you should have the document, Horace.”

“That won’t be necessary.” He resumed buttoning his shirt. “I know the real estate company.”

”Great.”

“Yeah.”

An awkward silence suddenly filled the room. Maybe it was because I wanted less talking and something else.

“We should…” I pointed at the door. “We should go.”

He was quiet for a while, like he was considering it. “Yeah, we should.”

I was reaching for my bag when my phone rang. I pulled it out and stared at the screen. I raised my head up.

“It’s Dave.”

Horace frowned. “Do you want to pick it up?”

I nodded. “I don’t want to…but he’s going to keep calling if I don’t.”

He walked towards me. “Do you need me?”

Before I could answer, his hands wrapped my waist and he placed a kiss on my neck. It sent cold shivers down my spine. And I wanted to drop the phone in the toilet and let Horace have me.

“Now, pick it,” he said.

I swiped at the screen.

“Dave…?”

His voice came urgent and heavy. “Sara, where the fuck are you?”