Best Bad Idea

'This is fucking stupid.' I think to myself as I get off the bus and start walking. 'You ended things with him for a reason. You stopped talking to him for a reason. You aren't that hard up for company. You can turn around now and not be a fucking idiot.'

But my feet continue on their current course headed to the coffee shop where Skye was waiting. Skye, the man I should never have been with. I try to think of the heartache, deception, the fiance he had who wasn't me. Instead I'm thinking about his lips, his hands, the immediate and electric connection between us.

I didn't dress to impress. My pants may flatter my hips and ass, but they aren't sexy. My t-shirt is fitted, but the neckline sits comfortably on my collar bones. I know he prefers a more natural look, so my eyeliner is heavy, eyeshadow bold, lipstick is purple. I look nice, but not in the way he likes.

About a block away I stop and look at my phone. I'm supposed to be there in five minutes. He texted five minutes ago to say he was already there. I tuck my phone in my bag and withdraw my vape for a long and soothing drag. I cough in a very unsexy manner and walk around the block.

When I get to the coffee shop I am two minutes late. He's sitting by the window and I wave as I go to the counter. He has two cups on the table, but I pretend to not see and get my own drink.

It's a fight to smile like a normal person when seated across from him. Just his eyes on me sends tingles through my body. I want to get off this chair and get on his lap. Oh boy, this really was a fucking stupid thing to do.

"Its so good to see you Kat." My name in his mouth makes me want to melt. I have to work at keeping that off my face.

"It's been a long time." My voice is steady and doesn't betray me.

"I got you a coffee already, black with two sugars." He nudges the steaming mug towards me.

"Thanks, but I was in the mood for this." The espresso macchiato is a cover for the real reason I won't accept a beverage from him. Butterflies try to flutter in my stomach over him remembering my preferred coffee and I sip my espresso to try and drown them.

"What have you been up to?" He looks so friendly and casual, it's low key irritating. I'm fighting to keep my cool and he looks completely unaffected by my presence. It's part relief and part saddening to know he isn't going crazy with longing like I am.

"Not much. Work, Mario Kart, gardening. The usual. When did you move back?"

"A couple months ago." I don't ask why, the empty spot on his finger silently screams the answer. "I didn't expect you to reply when I messaged you."

"Me either." The flippant response falls out of my mouth. He laughs a little and the espresso macchiato saves my smile from also becoming a laugh. I can feel that easy connection dancing between us. I love and hate it.

"I'm glad you did. I don't have many friends anymore."

"It is super hard to meet people." His eyes are politely on my face, but I can feel them on my breasts. My nipples stiffen into hard little buds and I am so grateful that I wore a solid cup bra. Looking down at my drink I wonder why I ordered espresso. Should have gotten something mild like chamomile tea, a stimulant was a bad idea. This whole thing was a bad idea.

"Between work and the economy it's damn near impossible. I was seeing a guy who complained that you can't just meet people in a bar anymore. When I pointed out no one has time to just sit in bars for hours on end or money to spend on hours of expensive drinks he admitted I had a point." Oh shit, did I just disclose I'm single? At the least it's clear I've been dating. I wipe my lipstick smudge off the cup to avoid looking at him for a few more seconds.

"Bars are lame anyways. I don't want to be with someone who wants to go to a bar all the time. Getting drunk now and then is fun, but it shouldn't be a lifestyle."

"Seriously." I mutter, reflecting on the poor decision of that relationship. Skye is still smiling that damn smile. My cup is almost empty so I drain it.

"I want to go for a walk." My mouth blurts out my desire to leave as an invitation. Fuck. His smile brightens from polite to happy and I can't bring myself to say I meant alone.

"I'll take the cups back and we'll head out." As he gathers the cups I can't help but wonder why I am so fascinated by his hands. Nimble fingers that can bring so much pleasure and such delightful pain, it's an effort to not stare. When he comes back I am looking out the window.

"I've got a joint, want to go down by the creek and smoke it?"

"Yeah." I do love smoking joints near water and I know Skye does too.

So we head out, him leading the way. The green space by the creek is small, quiet and lovely. It is nice to live in a place where little nature spots dot the city. My reflection is interrupted by the familiar snap of a lighter. He passes the smoldering joint to me and I take a deeply needed drag of the fragrant and earthy smoke. Exhaling twin jets out my nose I pass it back and we walk down a small earthy path.

"That's really good." I say and mean it.

"Thanks. It's my favorite strain, a buddy up north grows it."

"That's a long way to go for weed. I'm lazy and just go to a dispensary." He passes the joint back and I notice my lipstick gas left purple on the filter before taking another deep drag.

"Sometimes I just have him ship it to me. Just got a couple ounces yesterday." I take another quick puff before passing it back.

"Now I feel bad that all I have is my vape."

"Don't, I'm glad to share with you."

"Well I'm glad to smoke your joint!" His smile turned half smirk in response to that as he passed it back. Shit, that may have come across as suggestive.

"Wanna go down by the water?" I ask in an attempt to not let the conversation get flirty.

"I'd love to." Skye leads the way off the beaten path and through the scraggly underbrush. I was happy to let him go first and catch any spiderwebs stretched in our path. I saw him wipe one off his face and giggled. He gave a light glare back at me and it made the giggles worse, so I offered the joint as a peace offering. He grinned and accepted.

We reached the little ravine at the edge of the water and stopped. The joint and walk had definitely helped calm me down. Well, that and not having Skye constantly in my sight. He stood beside me and we finished the joint while listening to the babble of the creek.

I flicked the filter into the water and turned to Skye. I was going to suggest we head back but he was right there, much closer than he had been. His hands found my shoulders and shoved me against a tree. The rough bark scraped my back through my shirt. I looked up at his eyes and they were dark.

His hands slid from my shoulders, one caressing my cheek and jaw. The other slid up my neck to the back of my head. He took a fistful of my hair at the root and pulled my head back to look him dead on. Then he paused.

This was my moment. When I could say no, stop, I don't want this. To push him away and not allow this to happen.

I did none of that. His mouth crashed onto mine and claimed me completely. My hands found his chest, but instead pushing him away they formed fists and gripped onto his shirt. His mouth moved against mine as his body pressed closer. I was forced to drop my hands and he pinned me to the tree with his body.

It was like his kiss was the fire that ignited fireworks inside my core. There was no denial of my want for him and silly to pretend he had no want for me. He moved his mouth from mine and a small sound (want? need? disappointment?) fell from my lips.

"Are you still my good girl?" His voice in my ear was low and heavy with lust.

"Yes?" My voice was almost a whimper and rose at the end, turning a statement into a question. He drew further back so I could see his face and yanked my head back harshly by the hair.

"What was that?" Tone deceptively smooth. Immediately I knew my mistake.

"Yes daddy, I'm your good girl." I squeaked out. He released my hair and caught me again with his mouth. My core was alive and I didn't have to check to know I was soaking wet. His body pressed against mine, his hard length obvious even through the layers of clothes that separated us.

He released my mouth and moved to my ear.

"Come home with me." I knew it was a question despite being phrased as a statement. His breath tickled and I trembled. Another chance to say no, another chance to do the smart thing.

"Yes daddy." I whispered. He took me by the wrist and then I was getting in his car. The walk there hadn't registered in my memory at all. Just the feeling of his firm hold on my wrist. How could one sensation create such longing?

Skye drove with his hand resting on my thigh, fingers brushing the inner seam of my pants. I dearly wished I had worn a skirt as I ached for his fingers to brush me more intimately. He did not look at me. He just drove with a small, satisfied smile on his face. I leaned back into the seat and closed my eyes. No thoughts, just the light feeling of his fingers.

The car stopped and I undid my seat belt. Skye got out of the car and came around to let me out. Protocol so ingrained I didn't even realize it had been followed until we were waiting for the elevator. His hand wrapped around my wrist, warm and snug.

We got in the elevator and the second the doors closed he pushed me against the wall. Anticipation filled my veins and I trembled. His fingers traced my lips, leaving tingling trails dancing on my skin. His teeth grazed my ear and I reached up for him. He grabbed my hands and pulled me from the elevator. When had it stopped? No idea. Where was my brain? Also no idea.

His place was a rather large studio, but I had no time to look around. He took me to the bed and left me standing while he sat. I wanted to ask what to do, but my tongue wouldn't move. So I stood, hopefully not looking as foolish as I felt. Skye looked at me like I was both a delicious snack and a rare collectable.

"Take off your clothes."

I did. Not quickly, not slowly, just a steady removal until I was standing next to a small pile of fabric. Skye gestured for me to come closer and I did. I was a delicious mix of self conscious, unsure and wildly turned on.

He grabbed me by the wrist and before I knew it I was over his knee!

"Slutty girls who whore around aren't good." The tone was dark and threatening. "Not only have you been a slutty whore, but you lied to me."

His hand cracked down on my bare ass in a sharp and sudden strike. Before I could even understand the sting another one came and I cried out with hurt. And another, and another, each eliciting a small cry. My ass was becoming a web of sharp shards that shattered and reverberated through my body. I squirmed and he grabbed one of my hands, holding it tight behind my back and forcing me to balance with just one. Tears welled as the blows continued to crack down. But something else welled up too. Under the pain was an undeniable pleasure. My cries of pain were softening, becoming gasps and little moans. The rain of pain started to slow.

"Please daddy, don't stop!" I pleaded. "Please more!"

The strikes resumed with renewed intensity. They shook through my core and settled in my clit. I was moaning and writhing now, no pretending possible.

"You like being punished little girl? Feel good being over your daddy's lap?" He taunted me as he worked my ass, the blistering sensation mixing with the ecstasy building inside me to create something insane.

"Oh fuck! Yes daddy! Please daddy, I'm so close!" I lost my words inside the tsunami that crashed over me. He didn't even have to touch my pussy to get me off, the proof was right here. I shook and cried out as he beat an orgasm out of me. Damn near sobbing as my body lit alight with tingles that danced throughout me and almost overwhelmed me.

His blows slowed, then stopped. I slid to the floor and would likely have gone prone if Skye had not grabbed me. With one hand in my hair the other unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock free. That hand moved to also grip my hair so he had control of my head. His cock worked its way into my mouth and started to pump. I was choking, not recovered from my orgasm and could not breath. That last fact alone had my pussy tingling. My hands found his hips in a desperate attempt to take some sort of control. His response was to shove it all the way in. My nose pressed against him and it was all I could do to catch a sliver of breath. As I fought not to gag, I lowered my hands.

"There you go. Touch yourself while I fuck your face." He resumed thrusting into my mouth as I did what I was told. I slipped my fingers down, grazing my wildly engorged and almost painfully sensitive clit. Past that to run between my almost dripping wet lips, I lubed up a finger and skated it over my clit. So wet and light I could barely feel it and that was enough. I moaned a little around my mouthful of cock. Skye was moaning too.

My fingers were sliding in sync with his cock. There was an undeniable bliss in satisfying him that way and a strange sort of satisfaction for myself as well. Nerves unused to stimulation were being rubbed and as I worked my pussy I knew it would be incredibly easy for me to cum again.

Then, very suddenly, I was on the floor. Before I could figure it out I was being dragged up by the hair and thrown on the bed. Skye was beside me and put his knee on my chest. My breathing restricted to a thin stream, there was no way to speak, I could only look at him. He picked up a small package and held it in front of my eyes. A condom. We'd never used those before, I loved being filled with his load. He opened the foil and rolled the rubber over his cock.

"Sluts don't get naked cock in their pussies. Only good girls get cum." I couldn't plead my case. I could barely breath.

"You want air?" He asked, mockingly. I nodded and he gave me my breath back. I coughed as he pulled grabbed my ankle and dragged me across the sheets. Pinning me down with his body, he kissed me. As I kissed him back he pinched my nose shut. I could feel his chest moving against me with air I couldn't access. His cock rubbed against my clit in the most delightful way and I squirmed. My chest started to throb and my head started to spin, my need for oxygen grew heavy.

Skye exhaled into me and I greedily sucked in the air. One of his hands found a breast, his finger and thumb and alternated between gently and not so gently pinching the nipple. I was trembling once again. He had me pinned and was literally controlling my breath. My chest started to ache again and I was writhing with overwhelming need. He gave me a tiny sip of air and I whimpered into his mouth.

His cock was teasing my entrance as his fingers teased my nipple. My body wanted to do five things at once and despite the pain in my lungs I was pulsing with pleasure. I whimpered for breath and for him.

He released me and as I sucked in a greedy gulp of air he shoved his cock in me. I was so wet there was no resistance. My back arched and I lost my breath again in a gasp at the sudden and thrilling sensation. As he started to move I had no words, just crying out and moaning.

The delicious friction built up fast and his hand found my throat. His fingers clamped from the sides and almost immediately the world started to dim. I started to lose my ability to thrust back, all my sounds were reduced to choking little gasps. As darkness started to seep into the edges of my vision he let go.

As my vision came back I was again shook with the strength of another orgasm Skye gave me. His hands found mine and pinned them to the bed as my pussy clamped down on his cock. I begged him not to stop as the bliss ran through me. All my nerves turned up to eleven as he slid in and out of me. I couldn't move with him anymore, it was too much.

Too much for him too it seemed as he grabbed ne by the neck again. He did not clamp down in a choke, he kissed me hard and desperate. His tempo increased and he released my neck. His mouth left mine, trailing kisses to my neck before biting down hard. We both cried out, him in pleasure and me with pain. Skye thrust aggressively into me a few more times before stopping.

His arms wrapped around me and held tight enough to restrict breathing again. We lay there together, sweaty and breathing hard.

"I missed you so much." He said quietly in my ear before kissing the bite on my neck. I wrapped my own arms around him in a much less intense embrace.

"I missed you too." No point in lying or pretending anymore.