Caught in the Middle: Love for Different Reasons RPFF

I waited patiently for the sound of the water being turned off. He was in there for almost half an hour. Once I heard it turn off, I rushed to the door so I would be in his face; then he would have to listen to me. I was still completely naked; not that it mattered as they'd both seen me naked repeatedly. I actually startled him when he opened the door. He had a towel wrapped around his waist.

            "Claire, please move out of my way," was all he said to me.

            "No, I want you to listen to me."

            He scowled, then picked me up and moved me out of his way, sitting me on my feet in the hallway. He walked down the hall to his room and had just reached the door when I shouted, "I love you!"

            He paused with his hand on the knob and turned back toward me. "You've got to be kidding me."

            I walked down the hallway to him. I wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss him, but he didn't appear happy by my revelation. He opened the door and walked in, sitting down on the foot of the bed. He stared at me silently as I stood in the doorway. "How could you possibly love me?"

            I felt myself tear up. This was not going well. I thought he meant that he was in love with me. Why else would he want to have a baby with me? I stared back at him, fumbling around in my mind for the right words, and trying desperately not to cry. He realized I was still naked so he went to the closet and took out a button down shirt of his and tossed it to me. I put it on and buttoned most of the buttons. The top was still open enough to show off my cleavage. He pulled underwear out of his drawer and dropped the towel to put them on. I was treated to a very nice view of his shapely ass. I felt myself tingle between my legs despite the fact it had not even been an hour since we'd had sex. He turned around and sat down on the bed and said, "I'm still waiting for an explanation. We've known each other for about a year and I've treated you like absolute shit almost that entire time. How in the hell could you possibly love me?"

            His words and my confusion made me angry. "I could ask you the same damned question. When does loathing turn into loving? At least you've been honest with me Ben. When I piss you off, you get in my face and tell me. You've never hesitated to tell me exactly what you think, when you think it. That's more than I get from Tom. I know I've done things that should have made him madder than hell at me, but he just pats me on the head and walks away. He won't get mad at me. I sometimes wonder if he really loves me. Love is full of passion, both the good and bad kind. Hate is not the opposite of love, indifference is. Love and hate both require an obscene amount of passion. We've always had that Ben. You are the first man in my life who has ever challenged me and tried to dominate me. Damn it, it really turns me on. I don't want to be the alpha female all the time; I finally found an alpha male and I freaking love it. I know it sounds so screwed the hell up, but it's true. I have no respect for a man who will be a doormat to me. I respect the hell out of you because you aren't afraid to put me in my place."

            He slowly began to smile. "I love you because you don't take shit off of anybody including me. You aren't wishy-washy at all. You see it, you want it, you go out and get it; to hell with everything else. I've never met a woman so fiercely stubborn and persistent. You turned me on that day we first met and you basically told me to get the fuck over it; get with the program or fuck off. No matter what I said or did, you told me to fuck off. I've admired you this whole time for being an 'alpha female' as you so eloquently put it. I admit that I pushed you on purpose several times to see if you'd change your reactions. I would've had no respect for you if you'd broke down, started crying and pleading with Tom to find out why I didn't like you. Every time you got angry and told me to fuck off. That day we argued in your dressing room, when you wearing nothing but that short tunic with top open down to your cleavage; that was the first time I really took a good look at your beautiful body. My heart was racing like crazy because I was so turned on by you. I didn't necessarily mean to take you the way I did, but I just couldn't help it."

            "Don't you dare apologize for that! It was amazing! I'd never had a man take me that way before."

            He chuckled and said, "Ok, I won't. Come here Darling."

            He held his arms out for me and I crossed the room to him. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into his lap to kiss me passionately. "What are we going to do now?" He asked once we finished.

            "I don't know Ben. I'm so confused. I love you and Tom, in different ways for different reasons. You have no idea how many times Tom calmed me down and kept me from kicking your ass. Tom is soothing, comforting, tender, and sweet; something I need in my life. You arouse the fire in my soul; something I need sometimes too. Making love to you is...well fierce and intense. Tom is sweet and gentle; it's good in a different way. The only thing you both have in common in that department is a really big cock to pleasure a girl with."

            He laughed. "A really good tongue too?"

            I giggled. "Yes there's that too. You both give me something I need in my life. I can't choose between you two."

            "Well I guess there's no reason to right now; as long as we can manage to continue to get along and share you."

            He kissed me again. "About that baby thing...?"

            "You are welcome to try it, but don't get mad if it doesn't work out."

            "I won't, but should we? Is it even safe for you to carry another baby? You said your pregnancy was very hard on your body right?"

            "Yes. Pregnancy was hard on my body and left some damage behind; the only child I successfully carried was delivered by a C-section so I have scar tissue now and ...well more kids was a bad idea. I had miscarriages as well and the doctor could never find a reason for it."

            "How many miscarriages did you have?

            "I've had at least three that I'm sure of, but I suspect I had two others. It was all before my son was born."

            "So wouldn't that make our baby lucky number seven? You always claim seven really is your lucky number."

            I laughed. "Well you do have a point there..."

            "There you go! Lucky number seven! It will happen, you and the baby will be fine. I'll even have a pep talk with my body so I can give you a daughter; motivate those double ex-es to be front and center for fertilization."

            I couldn't help but laugh. He kissed me passionately again. It wasn't long until his lips wandered onto my neck. He began to unbutton the shirt as he kissed around my collarbone and neck. Once he had it open, he sat me on the bed and peeled it off my shoulders and down my arms, tossing it aside once he removed it. He kissed my lips again while massaging both breasts with his hands, then immediately dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed, between my legs. He went right to swirling his tongue all around my clitoris, drawing it up between his lips occasionally to suck on it. I rested my feet on his shoulders while he pleasured me. I was surprised that he went for it again, but I wasn't complaining. He seemed to love doing this to me and I sure loved receiving it. It went on for quite a while, him teasingly bringing me up to peaks of extreme pleasure and then slowing down before I tumbled over the edge of ecstasy. After he had done this a few times, I began to groan in frustration. "Ben you are such an awful tease!"

            He paused long enough to say, "That may be, but you know I'll please you."

            He went back to work and soon brought me close again. I arched my back, moaned loudly and begged him not to stop this time. He suddenly did and I screamed, "NOOO!!"

            He laughed as he stood up and grabbed my hips so he could plunge deep within me. As he began thrusting, he put my ankles up on his shoulders and pulled me closer to him, forcing it deeper within me. I moaned loudly as he began thrusting rapidly. He showed no gentleness in his fucking as usual so I soon reached that sweet release at last. It was so incredibly intense that I screamed his name and once again felt fluid squirt from my body to soak his groin. "You made a terrible mess on me young lady!"

            In between my moans of pleasure I replied, "So return the favor."

            "No way! I can't get you pregnant if I waste it."

            He picked up the pace even more and was soon sweating from his efforts. Not long after, he moaned out his own pleasure and I felt hot fluid released into my body. He soon released my hips and dropped my bottom onto the bed. He lay down next to me, breathing heavily. As soon as he'd recovered a bit, he said, "If this weekend doesn't get you pregnant, then nothing I do will."

            I laughed and said, "Don't focus on trying to make a baby, or it'll never happen. Just enjoy the sex and if it's meant to be, it will happen."

            "Oh I do enjoy the sex. Believe me, I enjoy it plenty!"

            He then got up, retrieved his underwear and went to the bathroom that he and I shared. When he finally came back out, I went to take a shower.


Caught in the Middle:Tom in the Evening