I AM NOT USELESS

LOLA

He turned my body to his.

Behind his palms, I shut my eyes tighter, only focusing on the heat the moment caused between my thighs.

"Good," he muttered, pulling his hands up my body until they were well against the full of my bre*sts.

I froze, sniffling hard, unable to get enough of his scent which has filled every space around us.

He must have noticed how far I was gone, and he keyed in hard into the moment.

With his palm still well over my eyes, he used the other to grab my left bre*st.

I gasped.

I felt more on the left part of my body, and for a second, I was wondering how he knew.

He would have easily gone for the right one since it was the most convenient.

Before my brain thought any further, I felt his fingers pluck against n*pples which were already hard and sore from my day dreaming a moment ago, my stomach hollowed.

I couldn't contain all the feelings I felt at that moment.

Even my brain struggled to keep up. One minute, my body floated like I was still stuck in my imaginations, the next minute, the cold against the sold of my feet reminded me that I was living reality.

My breath was hard and hot. I wanted to scream, but I was well aware that we were in the open stairs and I had just spoken to Mrs. Adama.

"Shut up," he muttered against my ears — the left one — I let out a shrill cry of pleasure.

He didn't stop. He took the lobe in his mouth and fondled it with his lips.

I threw my head back, hoping he would get the message and give me a break, but gently, he pushed my head back and continued to play with his lips on my ears.

I grabbed his shirt, tugging and silently pleading.

My thighs were sticky and damp. I was tired of gently grinding them together. I wanted to do it faster, but I didn't want to come off as the dirty needy wh*re that got turned on easy on the stairs.

I bit my lips tight together, suppressing my urge to moan loudly to how I felt at the moment.

I pulled his shirt tighter until he was standing a few inches closer to me.

Not sure of how else to loosen up on my overflowing emotions, I dug through his shirt.

His body felt warm, hard, and dangerously obsessive.

My rose twitched, and my body stiffened to my already rising orgasm.

My fingers trembled against his bare skin as he took my mouth in his, ravaging every inch of it like he had been waiting for this moment.

He was going too fast, like he paid heavily for every single second he spent against my lips.

He sucked on my tongue, then my teeth and the plump of my lips, then he moved over to my neck, pulling at my skin with a mercilessness that only sparked pleasure.

My feet trembled against the floor, and my mind went wild with the flames of desire.

I thought about Eddy and how he doesn't think I was worthy of being needed, and with everything that made me human, I wished the moment wouldn't end.

I grabbed him tighter, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning more into him as he bit the skin of the left side of my neck gently, humming something inaudibly.

All these while, I was still not sure who he was, but I didn't care.

The timing was just right. I was drowning under from being publicly shamed by someone who was supposed to be on my side, my own husband.

"Aaaargh," I gasped.

His tugged his hand through the elastic of the waist of the leather pants, and his fingers were well against the slick of my own c*m before I was able to stop him.

Maybe, I won't have been able to.

My body stiffened to him discovering how much I leaked, and how close I could possibly be to orgasm.

"Damn!" he gasped.

"Don't ever change, Lola."

My breathing stopped for a second, that was when I realized it. It was Freddy.

I should have known all along. He was the only person in the house that was unhinged enough to take me in the open like this.

Not like I knew what Connor would be like. Thinking about it now, I found myself wanting to find out.

Eddy clicked his fingers against my skin, close to the open of my rose, I froze.

"Let's get down to it," he snapped, pulling his hands away like it was never under my pants.

"Easy," he kept saying as he guided me back upstairs, past the next three flights of stairs with his palms still over my eyes.

I heard the door click open, he led me inside, and then the door latched back into lock.

I didn't wait for him to move first. Breaking away from position, I stared hard into his eyes.

They were sharp, focused and mostly importantly, looked like they wanted me.

It made the knot in my stomach tighten.

I wasn't useless.

I meant something to someone, at least. Maybe not to Eddy, but it doesn't matter.

His opinion in a world with over one billion persons is as good as insignificant.

I caught his tongue between my lips and teased him crazy with the tip of mine.

"You're one crazy b*tch," he gasped, burying his fingers in my hair and gently massaging my skull — his subtle way of asking me to go crazier.

I went further to press my mouth against his, ravaging every corner — sucking, blowing, leaking — I wanted every bit of this moment.

He was obediently receptive, until he no longer was.

My arms were wrapped round his shoulders and my mouth was still plugged in his when he grabbed my shoulders and started to push me off himself.

At first, I had thought he had an idea of something else to make the moment more memorable, but when I saw the stern expression that had developed on his face, I was scared for what would follow next.

His eyes darted across the room, finally settling on his sweatshirt which I had forgotten earlier on the floor.

I rubbed my palms together, thinking hard on what to say next, what to do next.

His eyes lingered on the sweatshirt for a moment, then he drew in a long breath, moving away from me towards the material on the floor.

He didn't pick it up.

Sharply, Freddy turned to face me again, a totally different person from the last couple of minutes ago.

"What do you take me for, Lola?" he glared straight in my eyes, and my feet trembled against the floor.