Sweet Little Lies

by Hollyfield, J. D.

  Violet pushes through the doors, her lips turned down in a frown and her shoulders tense.

  “Everything go okay?”

  “No. He’s a creep. I told him I wasn’t interested, and he seems to think otherwise. Isn’t really taking no for an answer. If he keeps this up, should I tell someone? Drop the class?”

  “Oh god, don’t drop the class. I need your notes to pass.”

  She laughs and playfully slaps my shoulder. “Shut it. You’d be fine. Any who, thanks for waiting. I actually have to go to the registrar’s office. Something’s up with my tuition. My mom probably forgot to pay it or something. Meet me back at the room?”

  “Yeah, sure.” I smile and head toward the quad to our dorms. My phone buzzes, and once again, it’s him. “You going to say hello this time, or just breath heavy and then hang up on me?”

  He chuckles through the phone. “Depends, pet. What would turn you on more?”

  Ugh… Why does he have to have this effect on me? Anything he says, it’s like a flame to my skin. “At this point, anything. You didn’t teach me what to do when I’m in limbo waiting on you to snap your fingers and request my presence. I’m pretty sure the wind could blow past me, and I’d orgasm.”

  He howls out a laugh. But I’m not laughing. “I’m serious. What is it we’re doing? Are you trying to show me it’s possible to have sex withdrawal? Gabriel, the other day my Econ instructor slapped her ruler on the desk, and I got turned on. What. Are. We. Doing?” Holy shit, I’ve lost it. Only a lunatic admits that. I wait for him to hang up on me and accept I won’t be hearing from him ever again.

  “Do you want me to touch you, little bird?”

  I lift my head to the sky. “Yes.” Amongst a million other things.

  “Show me where.”

  There’s a falter in my step, and I almost trip over my feet. His voice. It echoed. As in…, it wasn’t coming from the—“Wait, what are you…?” Looking up, I see Gabriel standing like a giant in his tailored suit, phone to his ear.

  “My girl missed me, so I thought I would make an exception and give in to what she wanted for once.”

  I’m shocked, elated, and maybe about to cry! I take a step to throw myself at him when he speaks. “People are watching. Be careful.”

  I halt and gaze around the busy campus, then back to him. Then I jump on him and wrap my arms around him. “And if anyone asks, I’m hugging my uncle who came to visit me.” He presses me harder to him, knowing if we were alone, I’d earn a spanking for that.

  “Uncle, huh?”

  “Well, I can’t say daddy. That would be weird.” I pull back and capture his eyes. His beautiful steely gaze I’ve missed like hell. “Did you really come to see me?”

  “I really came to see you.”

  Why do we have to be in public right now? “I want to kiss you so bad.”

  “In thirty-states, that’s considered illegal.” I laugh against him.

  “So, what do we do now? Does Dad know you’re here?”

  “Yes, pet. I told him I’m fucking his little girl and paying her a visit because she misses my cock, and I feel bad for not feeding it to her in a while.”

  He puts me down, adjusts his jacket, and takes my backpack. “Let’s go. I’m not here for long. I have an engagement back home.” I follow him, my mood taking a nosedive.

  “How long do you have?” I ask, unable to hide my disappointment.

  “Enough time to break you down so you can’t move.” My mood climbs back up a notch. “First, let’s grab some food. You’re going to need your energy.”

  Yes!

  “So, tell me, how are classes going for you?” He watches me as I take a bite of the cherry cheesecake he ordered from a diner just off-campus.

  “It’s okay. Hard. Time-consuming. Not as much playtime as I thought.”

  His brow raises. “What kind of playtime are you in search of, little bird?”

  Another bite. “Not that kind. I have my hands full with you. No time for mediocre college boys.” I wink at him, loving how easygoing we are right now. We’ve always been comfortable around one another, but it’s changed. We look at each other differently. He doesn’t see me as a child but as his lover. It sounds silly, but there’s an understanding between us. Consent. Trust.

  “You keep teasing me, and you’re going to see a side of me that might scare you.”

  I wave him off with my fork. “Doubt that. I think you’re all talk sometimes. The big bad wolf, ya know?”

  His smile is anything but friendly. “You’re done eating. Let’s go.” He stands, throwing a wad of cash onto the table. His phone pings, and he gazes down while capturing my elbow.

  “Dammit,” he hisses, escorting me out of the diner.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He looks both ways, then walks us across the street to his blacked-out SUV. “My engagement got bumped up. I have to go.”

  “No.” That came out whinier than I’d intended it to. He opens the door and helps me up. Once he gets in, he peels out and drives to the back of a parking lot by my dorm.

  He turns to face me. “Undress and come sit on my lap.”

  My eyes go wide. “Wait, here?”

  “Now, pet. I don’t have time, and I need to feel your cunt wrapped around me.” He unzips his pants, his dick already hard. I take another look around. Students are everywhere. Anyone could look in our direction and see. “Now, Hazel.”

  There’s no time to contemplate. I need him. Any way I can have him. I whip off my sweater dress and shimmy out of my panties. My legs straddle his thick thighs, and he captures my wrists, pulling my hands behind my back.

  “Slide down on me,” he orders. My slickness allows me to take him with ease. “Jesus,” he growls. His hips rocket upward, slamming into me. I begin to bounce up and down on him as best as I can without using my hands. His mouth wraps around my nipple through my bra and bites down, making me cry out.

  “That’s right. Cry for me. Moan for me. Beg.”

  My eyes capture his. There’s this undeniable pull between us. “I want to touch you, please. Release my hands so I can touch you.” I need to feel him. Know this isn’t a dream. He doesn’t immediately let me go, and I fear he won’t. Slowly, he releases my wrists. I run my palms up his solid chest and wrap my hands around his neck. He thrusts into me, and I dig my nails into his back. I’m so lost, so infatuated with how he makes me feel, I drop my lips to his. He stills for a beat, then takes my mouth, heatedly kissing me back. His grip is brutal around my hips as he slams me down on him.

  “More. I need more,” I moan through our kiss. He bites my bottom lip. His fingers reach behind me, and without warning, he inserts one into my back hole. My entire world shatters as my orgasm detonates. Gabriel grunts deeply, pushing me down on him until I feel him expanding inside me, his heat filling me.

  We stay connected for some time, catching our breath. “Fuck, you’re dangerous,” he murmurs into my neck.

  “Me? I think you’re the bad one.”

  He feathers kisses down my shoulder. “Are you on the pill, pet?”

  In the heat of the moment, I hadn’t thought about the fact that he came inside me.

  “I am. Don’t worry.”

  He pulls my head away so our eyes lock. “I’m asking because filling you felt amazing. I want to do nothing but come inside you so you know who you belong to.” He takes my lips and kisses me with intent. It’s different from the other kisses we’ve shared, but I can’t pinpoint why.

  His phone starts to go off, killing the moment. We separate and clean up, then he drives me to my dorm. I don’t want to get out of his car. I want to beg him to take me with him. I’ll take the bus back. Miss classes. I don’t care. I just want more time.

  “Why so sad, little bird?”

  God, I suck. Why do I have to be so needy? If I don’t pull it together, I will kill our relationship. His fingers capture my chin, forcing me to look his way. “Because I don’t want this to end. And one day
it will,” I finally reply.

  He drops his hand to my neck, his thumb over my pulse. “Why do you say that?”

  “Because it’s just a fact. I can withstand the physical. But I’m not strong enough to handle the mental. My emotions will—shit, already are becoming a factor, and I know that’s not what you signed up for. And for that, I know you’ll stop wanting me.”

  His grip tightens, and I fear I’ve gone too far with my loose tongue. He never promised me anything but pleasure, and now I’ve crossed the line. “You’re correct. I tell you when this ends. Not you. I decide what you want.”

  He’s lost in his own head, his grip becoming too tight. I wince and grab at his wrist. “Gabriel, you’re hurting me.”

  It’s as if he doesn’t even hear me. “Don’t think you’re bowing out now. This arrangement—it’s not temporary. Not anymore.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “You’re mine, little bird—all of you.

  Time stands still. I swear I’m dreaming. “Your nights belong to me now. I’ll send a car for you twice a week and get you back to school in time for your morning classes. You’re also home on the weekends. In my bed. In my playroom. Do you understand?”

  My heart threatens to beat out of my chest. My voice is almost unrecognizable as I respond. “Yes. Yes, completely.”

  His seductive smile was the starring role in my dreams at night. “Now, get out of my car before I make you stay and suck my cock the whole drive home.”

  “I wouldn’t mind that.”

  “I’m sure you wouldn’t. ’Til then, pet.”

  I climb out of his car and practically fly inside and to my room.

  Gabriel

  Macallan Fine. It’s the rarest and most sought-after scotch one can obtain. Only forty bottles have even been produced, and I’m sitting here sipping on it. I should feel elated. Empowered by the sixty-year-old, aged to perfection, single malt. Instead, irritation scratches at the surface of my mind. The girl dancing in front of me should spark my attention. I should want to take her to my private room and relieve all this built-up tension. Instead, I’m fucking annoyed.

  “Shoo.” I fling my wrist, dismissing her, and slam my drink. This is not the first time I’ve denied a woman. Hell, it’s not the second or third or even tenth. Ever since she lured me into her little trap, I haven’t been able to find pleasure in anything or anyone. Only her. I saw it coming. Knew the danger of getting involved with her. And now, I’m trapped in her web of desire. I want nothing more than to control her. But she’s the one controlling me.

  I flag down a girl to refill my drink. I should drown my indecision in liquor. But the last thing I need is to not be in complete control when she arrives. I look at the time. The car should be arriving within the hour. More irritation takes up my headspace. I should have sent for her sooner. Told Heath I couldn’t meet for a drink.

  I don’t know how much longer I can sit next to my best friend and do what I’m doing. How the fuck do I explain that I’m in the same exact position he’s in? Wrapped up in a girl who does not belong to me. Never will. I should text my driver and tell him to turn around. Take her home.

  Who am I kidding?

  I’ve been anticipating her arrival since the moment she got out of my car two days ago—another reason I’m a bastard. I’ll sit here with Heath, as if I’m his loyal friend, knowing soon I will make up an excuse to leave in hopes of defiling his daughter.

  Finally, my mood lightens, thinking of how sweet she’ll be in my mouth. Compliant when I tell her exactly what I plan on doing to her. My sweet little bird, who has broken down the steel wall I’ve built around myself and my cold heart.

  I wish Heath would hurry the fuck up so I can get out of here.

  “Sorry I’m late.” He throws himself in the lounge chair next to me, loosening his tie.

  “Thought you changed your mind.”

  “No. Long fucking day. Just spent the last three hours watching a pissing contest between two clients to see who was worth more. If I wasn’t interested in the two-mil commission, I’d drop them both.”

  “Ah, yes. Rich motherfucker problems,” I laugh. Luxury does have its downfalls.

  “Last I checked, you’re also fucking rich. And a motherfucker…” He tugs at his tie.

  A girl shows up, handing me a new drink. She lingers, waiting for me to demand she dance, but I wave her off. “That is true. So, tell me, where did you end up with your little toy?”

  Heath, for the first time in our whole friendship, shows his fangs. “She’s not a fucking toy, asshole.”

  “Oh, well…my apologies. Please do enlighten me on what exactly she is then?” I laugh, enjoying his discomfort—the same discomfort I’m suffering from because I’m also stuck in a turmoil of shit. In any other situation, I would comfort my friend. Tell him it’s going to work out. Throw a few grand on his tab, so he receives an unexpected surprise the next time he takes a private room. But the fucked up thing is, I’m starting to think his private room engagements are coming to an end too. Jesus. I shake my head, laughing. Not like mine already haven’t. I have no interest in taking a girl into those rooms unless it’s the one I want.

  “What the fuck is so funny?” He snaps.

  “Has the beast fallen for the beauty?” It’s as if I’m asking myself that question. And the answer would be yes. I’ve not only fallen, but I’ve also surrendered my balls on a silver platter. I would do just about anything to make her mine forever.

  I continue to sip on my scotch while listening to Heath give himself a goddamn heart attack over his predicament. It sure is one. I can attest to that. Falling for the young and untouchable. Oh, do I know how wrong it is. I debate on responding with ‘at least she’s not your best friend’s daughter,’ but take another sip to hide my humor. Or is it stress? Fuck. He goes on and on. Worried about how Hazel would take the news if she found out. I can’t argue with him. She’ll be upset. Hazel has always been this sweet girl hiding behind this firecracker of a woman. She’s been dealt a lot in her young life, and it’s forced her to grow up too fast. Not that I’m complaining about the woman she’s become.

  Maybe I should be the smarter of us two and tell him to cut it off now before shit gets to be too much and there’s no going back. Instead, I convince him his daughter would accept it in the hope that he reads between the lines and doesn’t murder me when she confesses the same sin.

  My phone alert tells me Hazel is almost here. I give Heath the runaround, then leave him drowning in his own thoughts. As I walk through the club, I call for my car, then speed through downtown until the streets become less hectic and I’m driving up to my estate. My mind runs rabid with my filthy plans. Having her back in my grasp and taking everything she offers. And then taking some more.

  I find her waiting for me, her silhouette glowing under the entryway light. My appetite heightens, but it’s not for an aged single malt. It’s for the sweetness of her cunt. The sugary taste of her skin. The softness of her smile alone quenches my thirst.

  I drink her in, dressed in a short sweater dress, her hair falling angelically down her slender back. I don’t bother to pull my car into the garage and climb out, loosening my tie as I make my way up the corridor.

  “Hey, I didn’t know if I should just go in or wait—”

  I don’t allow her the chance to finish. I scoop her up into my arms, not resisting the opportunity, and spank her hard and firmly. Her sexy little squeal wakens my cock, and I carry her inside and straight down to my playroom like a barbarian.

  Two days later…

  I have Hazel sprawled out on my bed, quenched, and panting from a round of the most amazing sex I’ve ever had. Yet again, I’ve broken another one of my rules. I’ve royally fucked and sated Hazel in my bed. Not the one in my playroom, but in my private bedroom, where I allow no one but myself and the maid. I’m still trying to catch my own breath as she leans over and snuggles against my chest.

  No matter how hard I take h
er, I cannot get enough. Hazel’s become this vice I can’t quit. She’s been in my playroom countless times, and still, I can’t quench my thirst. I. Need. More.

  The days she’s not in my bed are torturous. They’re only forty-eight-hour gaps, but still, the absence puts me on edge.

  I’ve been a motherfucker at work too. Fired three people for looking at me the wrong way. Even fired one for simply having blonde hair, reminding me of Hazel and how I couldn’t have her at the drop of a hat. I debated on convincing Heath he needed his little girl closer to home. Colleges were where sweet angels got assaulted by college boys, and she was better off at a local school. But I’m a selfish son of a bitch. And to have her close again…I’d homeschool her ass myself.

  When I began this, it was a game—an itch I’d been dying to scratch. A last wish if I actually went through with it. But things have changed. I crave her every second of every goddamn day, and it’s killing me. Disrupting my work. Heath is right to call me a grumpy motherfucker. If I’m not deep inside his daughter, that’s who I become. She is a drug. Her sweet pussy. Her throaty moans. Her smooth, delectable skin. But also her laugh. The way she looks at me when she thinks I don’t notice. The way her fingers feel grazing down my back when she thinks I’m asleep and needs to touch me to know this is real—that we are real.

  This brings up another thing that has my mind darkening. What the hell am I really doing? Living in a goddamn fantasy, thinking Hazel and I have anything more than a forbidden affair. It’s only a matter of time before she realizes I’m the villain and runs far away from me.

  If Heath can do it, so can you.

  A bastard like me can only dream. I can pretend what we’re doing isn’t wrong, but in the end, it’s my funeral. Heath will resent me and possibly her for her poor decisions. And for that, I need to make some decisions. He loves her with all his being. How would our relationship taint how he sees her? I wouldn’t live long enough to find out.