by C C Monroe
Our tongues finally touch after years of desire and he tastes better than what I ever imagined. I know I’m still with Joel, but I don’t care. I can no longer be faithful to a monster when I’m being doused in the light of glory. My King.
“Touch me, take away the pain, make me forget it,” I say as I part our lips but an inch, our breath heavy and mingling, dancing on the tips of each other’s lips.
“My bed, I need you in my bed. I won’t take you in a car,” he lets out as I grind down on his hard cock.
“Please just something, just one touch. I need to feel you in all the places that are broken and unloved,” I say, taking his upper lip in between mine. Sex with Joel was pitiful, sorrowful—forced. I never wanted his touch, but never told him no. I was never safe enough to do so and never cherished enough to want it. I want to know the touch of my lover, the feel of my best friend, the rescue of my King.
“I will make you forget anything before me, I will never neglect to show you how beautiful, desirable, and loved you are.” His hands lift the cotton of my plain black shirt, the tips of his rough fingers skating across my lower stomach just above my low rise jeans. My stomach contracts with the sensation, while his words work me from the inside out.
“How’s that feel beautiful?” he asks, his lips glued to my neck.
“Amazing.” The guilt is still there, slowly fading, but there. “This could get me in trouble, I shouldn’t cheat.” I moan when he slips his finger into the waistband of my jeans, the tip gracing the top of my white lace panties.
“You aren’t cheating because you’re mine now and he will never touch you again...ever.”
Past
“You aren’t cheating because you’re mine now and he will never touch you again...ever,” I threaten against her neck. My words are harsh, filled with a bluntness that I do nothing to hide. I want her to know that from this day forward I’m going to keep her safe, protect her from danger and make her life beautiful.
“I want to be yours, show me how to make that something beautiful, show me what that can really mean between two people.” She moans as my finger dips into the front of her panties. I feel the start of her pussy lips and I grow hard.
“Shit.” It’s all I can say as she reaches down and unbuttons her pants, giving me more room. The back of my finger grazes over the swollen bare smooth skin of her beautiful pussy and I say a prayer to finally let me see heaven.
“Baby, I need to get you home, I need you,” I growl as she thrusts forward on my hard dick, making my finger slide between her lips, the wet warm center of her on fire. I’m not a gentle touch. I fuck hard, fast, borderline viciously, but here and now with her I want to make slow, ground shaking love to her. I don’t want to just stick it in, fuck carelessly and come. I want to take her every which way, slow and gentle, long and never ending.
“Baby, you have to get off and let me take you home. I need to get you to my bed, please.” I’m not begging anymore, I’m down right pleading for my sanity.
“Just one, please give me one.” She grinds harder and I find her tight clit, hard and throbbing, holy shit.
“Lean back a little, baby,” I tell her, she does it without a moment of pause. Her back hits the steering wheel. “Lift your hips.” She does and I pull her pants with her panties down and around her tiny little thighs exposing her beautiful, tight pussy.
“Holy fuck.” I want to so badly pull her clit into my mouth, dig my tongue deep into her core and feast. Her skin is bare, her pussy lips glistening and her clit shows, swollen.
“I got it waxed yesterday...I wanted to try something new,” she says with a blush in her cheek, dirty yet still so innocent.
“It isn’t just the waxing baby, you’re a god damn masterpiece.”
“Show me,” she entices.
I take a look around the parking lot and see no one is around, my dark tinted windows would protect us anyway, but still, I don’t want anyone seeing my Lana like this.
I give my attention back to her and watch her face as I use the tip of my thumb to bring her clit some love. I circle it with pressure and watch her mouth fall open while her head rolls back. She looks so much more like a woman at eighteen, but even more so when I touch her. It’s like she’s experiencing the touch of a man for the first time. Which honestly, she practically is. Joel is a fucking coward and he wouldn’t know how to touch a goddess like Lana in a million lifetimes.
That thought has me jealous and even more determined. Slipping my thick long middle finger lower, I glide it into her tight, warm entrance. Holy, fuck me sideways, she is tight, too tight, virginal tight. I pick up the pace once again.
“Ugh, that feels so good.” Reaching up, I lift her shirt, exposing her cotton covered tits. I go to pull down the bra so I can see some more skin, but she stops me.
“The scar, I hate my scar remember?” Her eyes come to mine and she looks determined, pleasure slipping away from her.
“Okay, I’ll stop, I won’t take the bra off, but I wanna see your tits, baby.”
Waiting a moment, she studies me, searching for the truth. Once she sees I’m not going to betray her wants, I pick up my pace and she starts grinding against my strained hand. It’s contorted due to our position, but it’s doing the damn job. She rides it while I circle her clit, meeting her thrust for thrust.
I watch my finger disappear and I swear I can feel my cock in its place. I look back up and her mouth is wide open, her brows drawn in like she’s in pain, but really she’s in pure ecstasy. Her honey brown eyes don’t leave mine, the intense look we share is the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed. I start to feel like I’m actually inside her, our connection is that deep. I don’t dare admit it out loud, but I’m about to come just from this contact right here.
“Oh my God, I’m gonna come. I think I’m coming.” She thinks?
I watch her stomach, lean and long, tighten and she starts to shudder.
“Let go, come on my fingers. I’ll make you come again, I promise angel.” With my words she throws her head back and comes hard and fast, pulsing around my fingers, squeezing me like a fist as her juices coat my hand.
“Kingston! Uhh,” she lets out a drawn-out moan, her pitch going higher at the end, like that of a porn star except hers is real and it’s fucking sexy. She’s a real-life fantasy, so womanly and innocent still.
“Just like that, baby.” I let her ride it out, while I ignore the fact that I have come dripping from my dick, so fucking hard and ready for her, that I know one, two, maybe even three times will not be enough to empty myself. I’m that worked up for her.
“Shit,” she whines when I finally pull my hand from her paradise. I lick my finger once, tasting her sweet, sweet fucking taste. She watches curiously, with amazement and I know what she’s thinking.
“Lick it clean, baby.” She looks at my finger then to me. I feel her tense and her eyes bulge. “Don’t be ashamed to want to taste what I did to you.” Her eyes flash and flood with desire. Leaning forward she takes my finger to her lips, pouting them around the tip and lightly tracing her tongue against it. I let out a sinister growl.
“No, baby, put it all the way in, lick your man clean.” Wrapping her hands around mine, she slowly takes my finger in her mouth, not taking her eyes off mine. She moans, making me feel accomplished.
“You taste like cherries and arousal. I’m going to take you home and mate with you. Fill you with my fucking seed. I’m going to make you mine, finally.” She closes her eyes and basically fucks my finger with her mouth, making me come a little more in my damn jeans. I’m fucking twenty-one years old and have had so much pussy I could drown in it, but my best friend, my fucking angel, my Queen, has me feeling like I’m new to the game.
“Take me home,” she says around the tip of my finger. I almost throw the car into reverse and take off with her still on my lap but like a gentleman, I do no such thing.
“Up up,” I tap her thigh and she lifts so I can slide her jeans and panti
es back up.
“Now get that ass over in your seat and buckle up.” I laugh and she giggles, righting herself with my help. A minute later we leave the parking lot, siting in silence with only The Cab playing in my car.
Past
I’ve never been touched like that, never felt something so powerful, that every nerve ending was on fire, my brain losing its function for a moment, all color becoming more vibrant. Joel has never made me come, never once tried, never did care enough to.
Our sex is always in the dark, him on top, grunting like an animal and within seconds, it’s over. No foreplay, no magic, no romance, just him getting off. He says he saves that for the other women, I’m just a hole to lose himself in.
He makes me feel dirty, unwanted, like an inanimate object at his disposal. How can I feel so different with Kingston, we just fooled around in his car for God’s sake? But still, he managed to make me feel worshipped—holy.
“Lana. You said you thought you were coming...What did you mean?” he speaks, turning the radio down just a bit. I look over at his side profile, while his one hand is on the steering wheel and his other rests on my thigh.
“I’ve never come before, never had an orgasm,” I tell him honestly, unafraid, not ashamed to tell him the truth.
“What?” He looks over to me quickly, shocked by my response.
“Yeah, Joel doesn’t ever try with me, it’s usually for him. Just him. We don’t have sex often, since he’s too busy cheating on me or beating me. When we do it’s because his girlfriends are busy and I’m the last resort.” I hang my head like a coward, wishing desperately that I could just walk tall again.
“He has no idea what a fucking gift he has in front of him. Years have gone by that I could have worshipped you and he neglected that time.” He squeezes the wheel, his foot pressing on the gas harder as he weaves in and out of traffic.
“I don’t want to talk about him. Not after we shared that. Not before we’re about to share more,” I tell him placing my hand over his. His jaw ticks and his green eyes stay on the road. He doesn’t reply back and I accept that for what it is. Kingston is hot and cold, he can love ferociously one minute and ice you out faster than you have time to blink. Right now, he is on the edge of thin ice and I don’t dare push him further.
We pull up to his house, just down the street from mine and I see all the lights are off and Tom’s car is gone.
“Where’s your dad?”
“Out with his friends, come on,” he answers before climbing out. Going around the hood of the car he comes to my door and opens it for me, helping me out, like he always does.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Following him in, I take a second to assess the surroundings of his house. I look down both ways of the street. Seeing that none of Joel’s men are there, I release a deep breath. I’m still in the clear.
Once inside, he locks the door and flips on the entry light. I slide off my shoes as does he and I follow him up the stairs to his bedroom. We enter the room and he heads to the bathroom attached to his bedroom. Like I always do when I come in his room, I curl up on his side of the bed and wrap myself in his scent. I hear him making noise and the distinct sound of the shower starting. Appearing in the frame of his bathroom, with just his pants on, he looks to me.
“I’m gonna take a shower, I smell like steak and beer.” He laughs with me, gracing me with his dimples and that sexy wink.
“Okay, I’ll be right here, hurry back. I miss you already.”
“Nothing can keep me away.” Leaving to shower I wait here. Thinking more about everything. I hate that whenever Kingston leaves, the voice of reason and guilt comes creeping back in, where he can’t hush it.
My phone vibrates in my back pocket, distracting me for a brief second. Taking it out, I choke up, my breath catching as I see Joel calling. Quickly, I answer it before it rings too long.
“Hello.”
“What are you doing, Lana?” he asks.
“I’m watching TV. I’m at my parents’ house, I had to grab some things.” My lies are so natural now, making me hate that I’m capable of lying so easily.
“Why are you watching TV? Get your ass to my place, damn it.” I can tell his mouth is tight, his anger seeping through the receiver.
“I will, I just had to do some laundry. My mom and dad asked me to do it while they were gone as part of my chores.” He scoffs.
“I fucking hate your dad, such a chump.” I swallow back my residual anger, ready to rage on him for talking about my daddy that way. My father is a wonderful man and the only reason Joel hates him is because he’s a real man, a man who knows how to love and protect what he loves. He’s a real man—all things Joel is not.
“I know, I promise I’m folding and getting it done as fast as I can. I’ll be home before you even get there, okay?”
“You better be. Lana. I don’t feel too good. I’ve had a shit day at work with some party going frat brothers and I ain’t about to come home and have to get into another fight. I don’t think you want that either.” The edge in his voice showcases his underlying threat perfectly.
“No. I don’t want that. I promise I’ll be home,” I say again, hearing the water turn off.
“Good. I love you, Lana.” he says but nothing sticks to his words, no truth, no emotion, not even an ounce of effort. He says it like it’s a job.
“Love you too, Joel.” Sitting up, I end the call. I hear Kingston enter and I place my phone on the nightstand. Looking up he smiles at me, while he ruffles his hair in the towel. I look at him and smile back, then gulp as I take in his defined wet muscular body. It glistens in the light, the edges catching it just perfectly.
Watching me with intent, he takes the towel that he ran through his hair and runs it down his strong tattooed arms, washing away the drops of water. Then slowly, he dries his chest, watching me watch every move like a magnet.
“Pull the towel off my waist baby, see what’s yours,” he says dropping his arms beside his waist. I crawl on my hands and knees to the edge of the bed where he stands. Sitting back on my calves, I raise my hands to his chest. Starting on his pecs, I let my fingertips graze over the ink covered skin to the still untouched skin.
“Will this ruin us? Ruin our friendship if we don’t make it out?” I trail my hand over the peaks and valleys of his abs. Moaning, he bites his lip and shakes his head no as I lean forward and kiss his stomach.
“No, it will only make us stronger, there’s nothing stronger than a bond with a best friend.” His words undo me, unraveling me like a loose thread. My hand touches the top of the towel wrapped around his waist and all guilt leaves me, the call long forgotten.
With a nod, he urges me to do what we both want me to do. Tugging lightly on his towel, it pools at his feet and I lose my breath. I gaze from the light smatter of hair on his chest, down the happy trail that graces his lower abs, to the end of that trail where his cock is. He is only semi hard and he’s huge, making my core needy yet afraid at the same time. He has to be at least nine inches.
“Ten inches, baby,” he says aloud and I look up at him.
“What?”
“You just said that I have to be at least nine inches. I’m ten.” He laughs with a smug grin, his hand rubbing circles on his chest. Did I really say that out loud? Holy moly.
“Oh, damn. That’s embarrassing. I’m just...I’ve never seen one so big,” I trail off, my cheeks turning red, not sure what’s gotten into me. I’ve never been a shy woman, let alone afraid to speak boldly.
That was until Joel.
“You’ll never see another either, this will be the only cock that pleases you, baby.” Those words sound so erotic, yet hold so much more possession than what I like.
“Please don’t own me. I don’t want to be owned again.” I lean forward, now lifted on my knees, my face eye level with his tight stomach. Leaning my head further, I kiss just above his belly button then rest my cheek against his
skin. It feels warm, reminding me of what home would feel like if there ever was a feeling. I’m opening my wounds and my heart to him in ways that I’ve been closed off to since the day Joel first hit me.
“I don’t know how to love you without owning you, Lana.” His words hurt me just enough to make me feel pain in my heart. “But, I will tell you this,” he pauses, gripping my chin in his hand with a soft easiness. I hold onto his hips and look up to him. “When I own you, you will own me, you have the power here, Lana, I don’t. For the first time in forever, I hold no power or control. Only you do.”
I don’t want to wait anymore, I don’t want to let Joel in anymore, I want to shut him out and let the man I have secretly loved for nearly my entire life in.
“Don’t hurt me. Please tell me you won’t hurt me Kingston.”
“I won’t. I promise, beautiful.”
I trust him. For the first time in the past two years, I feel the feeling of trust, something I lost long ago. Honestly, I barely trust my friends.
I lie back and splay myself out under his gaze, my body ready to be touched with love versus violence, my eyes to be looked into instead of through, my heart ready to beat, not break.
“You look like an angel. I don’t know how to touch you the way you deserve, I don’t think I can do you justice,” he says his cock growing to full height while he runs his hand lower, stopping just between his V, where he rubs, like he is fighting to touch himself.
“If your touch is anything like the way you look at me, then I don’t know if I can even survive you.”
“Damn it, baby.” Losing himself finally, we fall over the edge of no return together.
He strips me, piece by piece, all but my bra out of respect for my wishes. I wish I would have worn something sexier than this full coverage hide everything bra, but I had no intention of making love to Kingston tonight. I just wanted time with my best friend.
