Too Far 01- Fallen Too Far

saw me and knew what I’d walked into. Cain had shown up at my house an hour later begging me to forgive him and crying while on his knees.
    I’d loved him since I was thirteen years old and he’d given me my first kiss. I couldn’t hate him. I just let him go. That was the end of our relationship. I eased his conscience and we had remained friends. Sometimes he had broken down and told me he loved me and wanted me back but for the most part he had a different girl in the back of his mustang every weekend. I was just a childhood memory.
    Tonight no one had betrayed me. I’d just been humiliated. Reaching down I slipped off my mother’s shoes and placed them safely back in the box she’d always kept them in. Then I put them back into my suitcase. I shouldn’t have worn those tonight. The next time I wore her shoes would be special. It would be for someone special.
    The same went for this dress. When I put it back on I would wear it for someone who loved me and thought I was beautiful. The price tag on my dress wouldn’t matter. I reached up to unzip it when the door opened and the small doorway was filled with Rush. A very angry Rush.
    He didn’t say anything and I let my hands fall back to my side. I wouldn’t be taking my dress off just yet. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He was too much for this small room. I had to back up and sit down on the bed so that he could fit without us touching.
    “How do you know Woods?” he snarled.
    Confused, I stared up at him and wondered why he didn’t like me knowing Woods. Weren’t they friends? Was that it? He didn’t want me around his friends. “His dad owns the country club. He golfs. I serve him drinks.”
    “Why did you wear that?” he asked in a cold hard voice.
    That was the last straw. I stood back up then inched higher on my tiptoes so that I was in his face. “Because my mother bought it for me to wear. I was stood up and never got the chance. Tonight you invited me and I wanted to fit in. So I wore the nicest thing I had. I’m sorry that it wasn’t quite nice enough. You know what though? I don’t give a shit. You and your uppity spoiled friends all need to get over yourselves.”
    I pushed his chest with my finger and glared at him daring him to say one more word about my dress.
    Rush opened his mouth then closed his eyes tightly and shook his head. “Fuck!” he growled. Then his eyes flew open and his hands were suddenly in my hair and his mouth was on mine. I didn’t know how to react. His lips were soft but demanding as he licked and bit my bottom lip. Then he pulled my top lip into his mouth and sucked gently. “I’ve been wanting to taste this sweet plump lip since you walked into my living room,” he murmured before slipping his tongue into my mouth as I gasped at his words. He tasted like mint and something rich. My knees went weak and I reached up to grab his shoulders to hold myself steady. Then his tongue caressed mine as if asking me to join him. I took a small swipe of his mouth and then bit down gently on his lower lip. A small groan came from his throat and the next thing I knew I was being lowered onto the small bed behind me.
    Rush’s body came over mine and the hardness that I knew was his erection pressed between my legs. My eyes rolled back in my head and I heard a helpless moan come from my lips.
    “Sweet, too sweet,” Rush whispered against my lips before tearing his mouth away and jumping back off of me. His eyes zeroed in on my dress. I realized it was now up around my waist and my panties were showing. “Mother fucking shit,” he cursed then slammed a hand against the wall before jerking the door open and exiting like he was being chased.
    The wall shook from the force he put into closing it. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My heart was racing and there was a familiar ache between my legs. I’d been turned on before watching sex on television before but never this intensely. I was so close. He hadn’t wanted to like it but he had. I’d felt that but then I’d also seen him having sex with some girl. In addition, I knew last night he’d had sex with another girl and then sent her packing. Getting Rush hard wasn’t a large feat. I hadn’t actually accomplished anything. He was just mad because it had been me that had turned him on.
    It hurt. Knowing he disliked me so much that he didn’t want to think I was attractive. The throb between my legs slowly faded as reality set in. Rush