Chapter One Umworthy
Hey guys i need a rating of 1-5 if this makes a good chapter one or if it should be a prologue. It takes place before Book 5 Worthy of love and shows the friendship between two men that was destroyed by an affair.
AA ROMANCE -UNWORTHY-The Betrayal (Explicit Scene)
In a crowded room, all he saw was her, she was surrounded by men and women, and everyone was drawn to her. She was an ethereal vision with white-blonde hair and the most captivating, beautiful blue eyes he’d ever seen. The way the corners of her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way she tucked her long blonde hair behind her ear, and the way she bit her lip when she tried to recall something. He was mesmerized by her. Her alabaster skin shone as the last sunshine fell with romantic affection on her glowing face, the sweet melody of her laughter compelled him forward, breathlessly he hung on every word she said. She met his gaze and the twinkle in her eye told him of only one thing, a secret that they shared. He excused himself from the group he was talking to, went up the stairs to his bedroom, and entered the bathroom waiting. He took out a condom and lay it on the sink so that he was ready to go. A few minutes of him sitting on the bathroom floor, wondering if she had changed her mind had him catching up with his conscience. This was wrong but it was too good to stop. It was almost a decade of their secret love, and although he wanted more, she wasn’t ready. He scrambled to his feet when he heard the bedroom door open and then close. He was breathless as his heart beat a tattoo in his chest, it was like a stampede of stallions inside him. He felt faint as all the blood rushed south from his head. His erection pushed painfully against the zipper of his jeans. The bathroom door slowly opened and in she walked. She was majestic, beautiful in a floral sundress that stopped just above her knees and dipped in the front to show her well-rounded bosom. Unable to control himself he pounced on her, pulling her in his arms and covering her face with kisses. She pushed him away and then slapped him. He stumbled and landed on his ass, missing the toilet by mere inches. He didn’t attempt to stand up, he sat there, eyes wide, his heavy breathing echoing off the white tiles. He followed her hands as they caressed her neck, dipping in the cleavage of her dress, and down her sides, until they grabbed the floral dress and held it up to her waist. She didn’t have any panties on. His erection jumped like a puppy that had just seen his master, begging to be petted as his mouth went dry. She kept holding the dress up, and with a nod of her head, he knew he was now allowed to touch her. On his knees he moved closer to her, his hands on the closed door behind her, he stabilized himself. He wasn’t allowed to touch her thighs, she bruised way too easily, and they didn’t want to leave any evidence behind. With his tongue he licked the seam of her pussy, teasing her clit before closing his mouth over her. She tasted sweet, like heaven’s kiss. He dreamed of tasting her, waiting for this day to arrive was not easy for him. He hadn’t been able to see her all week because she travelled back home to see her parents. But now that she was here with him, he was determined to take his fill of her. Her fingers dug into his hair, grabbing hold of his short braids using it as a handle to hold him in place, to push his head forward so that she could grind her pussy against his mouth and ride his face. She began to purr like a kitten and her legs began to tremble, she was about to cum, then it would be his turn. She mewled his name when she orgasmed, and he rushed to his feet. He spun her around, her ass grinding against his erection. She pulled out of his arms and moved to face the mirror, holding on to the sink. He moved behind her, grabbing the condom. He was just about to release his erection when she shook her head, instead, she took his hand and put it between her warm thighs. He touched her wetness, the mix of his saliva and her orgasm. He massaged her clit first before fucking her with his fingers. He watched the both of them in the mirror, her cream skin, against his dark chocolate, they were the perfect match. They locked eyes as her face scrunched, her expression, that of frustration before relief. Her ass jutted back grinding against him as he moved his fingers faster. Her orgasm came faster this time, determined not to let her push him away again, he released himself and slammed inside her. He held her in place against the sink and watched her face as he fucked her from behind. He moved faster and harder knowing that he was bound to cum soon. He had waited for her for so long, all his desire and lust bursting out of him barely half a minute later. He stumbled back and sat on the closed toilet seat and watched as she wiped herself of all the evidence, of him. His heart broke a little, knowing that there will never be a day when she didn’t do that, erase him in that way. He wanted to bury himself inside her, cum over and over again, knowing that she had no reason to wipe him away. “Tara?” His next breath choked him when he had that voice, all too familiar. A pang of guilt hit him square in the chest, he knew what he was doing was wrong, but he was in love. As he panicked, Tara was the perfect picture of calmness. “Yes,” she responded as she smiled at him, there was evil in the twinkle of her eye and instead of being repulsed by it, he was obsessed. “I’m in here babe.” Tara winked at him as she tossed the cloth, she had used to clean up at him. She barely gave him time to hide when she opened the door. “Are you okay?” he heard him say. “I’m perfect Theo,” Tara responded. “We should go, I have an early flight tomorrow,” Theo said. “Before that, maybe we should have a bit of fun.” Jack recognized the mischief in her tone, he knew what she was about to do. He was excited in a way, there was no way Theo wouldn’t notice that there had been another man inside his wife just a few minutes before. He would notice how sleek she was, how much wider she was, even if it was just for a second. Through the small crack of the door, Jack watched. He cursed at himself as he saw Tara go on her knees before Theo. She was too smart, she too knew that Theo would notice, why else would she do something that she hated? At least, that was what she told him, but as Jack watched Tara suck on Theo’s dick, he knew she lied to him. It wasn’t that she hated giving blowjobs, it was that pert little mouth was reserved for her husband.
