by Kayt Miller
I was a little surprised when the first thing he did was kiss my lips. It was a soft, sweet little kiss. I half expected him to jam his tongue down my throat and go to town on the rest of me, instead he took his time kissing me and touching me. He focused on my face and hair; then he moved down my neck, which I loved, to my breasts. “These tits are spectacular.”
“Thanks.” I was only able to get that word out because he’d latched onto me with his wicked tongue and teeth. “Fuck,” I moaned. He moved to my other one and did the same thing. All I could think was, God, how did I get so lucky?
He played with my chest with his hands and mouth for several long minutes, but then his mouth started to move downward. I put my hand on his dark hair and grasped his wavy strands. I needed something to hold on to. When he reached my belly button, I held my breath. My stomach is not flat. The guys I’ve been with in the past usually avoided those areas and just went right to screwing. I guess it never bothered me. I expected Billy to do the same thing, but he didn’t. Instead, he kissed and licked my stomach like it was ice cream. I couldn’t decide how to feel about it, to be honest. His hands roamed my hips then slid between them to open me up wider. Oh, shit. Was he? When I felt his nose nudging between my legs, I knew. He was.
At first, his tongue felt strange down there until he found my clit. The second he made contact with it, I moaned and squirmed. Using the hand that was still in his hair, I pushed down to urge him onward. In no time, I was orgasming and practically screaming his name thanks to the combination of his fingers and tongue. The man was talented. After I’d come down from my orgasmic high, he lifted his head to look at me. His face was shiny with my… let’s leave it with his face was shiny. He stared into my eyes, but there was a smile on his face… and something else. Pride? He should be proud. I was tickled pink with his ability to make me come in under three minutes. We looked at one another for an uncomfortable amount of time. Until finally, he asked, “You ready for me?”
I assumed he was referring to his mammoth cock. Honestly, I wasn’t sure my vajayjay was ready, but I wasn’t about to stop him. “Yes.”
When he stepped off the bed and walked over to his suitcase, it gave me a chance to see the back of him. Oh. My. His ass was fantastic. It was asstastic. All firm and high. I needed to touch it, squeeze it just to make sure this wasn’t a mirage.
Turning back to me, he had a strip of condoms in his hand and a smirk on his face. “You staring at my ass, JoJo?”
“Hell yeah. You have a stellar ass, Billy.”
“Turnabout is fair play.” He pointed to me. “Roll over and let me see that luscious ass of yours.”
Luscious ass? Far from it. It’s jiggly and dimply, but it’s not out of control. Rolling over onto my stomach, I lay still.
“Up on your hands and knees, babe.”
Pushing myself up, I looked back as he rolled a condom down his long, hard shaft.
“Scoot back, closer to the edge of the bed.”
I scoot back then feel his hands on my hips. “Y-you’d better go slow. My tiny-gina isn’t used to that.” I nodded down at his monster cock.
Chuckling, I felt his hands roam all over my back, waist, hips, and ass. He was relaxing me with his touch. I was tempted to lay back down until I felt him begin to press inside of me. “Spread your legs wider, JoJo.”
I did as he instructed and moaned when I felt him slide in deeper. He was doing as I asked; he was moving slowly. It still burned a little at first, probably because it had been a long time since I’d had sex, over a year, so it wasn’t surprising my vagina was scared.
When he was seated all the way inside, I could feel his body pressed against my ass. I reached down between my legs and felt his balls, skimming them with my short nails. Billy growled, “Do that again.” So, I did. Not only that, I grasped them lightly and gave them a little squeeze. “Fuck,” he moaned, adding, “your pussy is gripping me like a vice.”
“You’re welcome,” I said with a small laugh, which was stopped abruptly by Billy pulling all the way out and slamming back into me. “God.” It was my turn to moan.
“Gonna fuck this pussy hard now, JoJo.”
He pulled out. “Thank.” When he slammed back in, I finished with “You.”
I felt his hand in my hair and then a tug. He had my braids in his fists, pulling me back as he fucked me. I was his puppet. And I didn’t mind one bit, especially when I felt an orgasm build from deep inside of me. The faster he moved, the closer I got. I squeezed him with my internal muscles, and that was all I need to push the orgasm out of me. I arched my back and cried out as I felt myself pulse around him. I heard him before I felt him inside of me. He was over my back and wrapping me up in his arms before I knew it. “Christ, JoJo.” He was panting and kissing the back of my neck.
Our bodies slid down onto the bed, neither of us saying a word. The only noise was the sound of the heater whirring and our breathing. I wiggled from beneath him so I could move up onto the bed, and he let me. When my head was on a pillow, I turned to watch him remove the condom, tie it closed, and toss it into the small trash can by the desk. As I started to feel sorry for the cleaning crew, I felt him slide into the bed, wrap his arms around my waist, and whisper in my ear. “Give me a bit, and we’ll go again.”
Again? Twice in one night? No. Way. That was a myth. A legend. Things that only happened in my sexy books.
“Okay.” My voice was weak, but I knew he heard me. I felt him kiss me on the back of my neck again and then his breathing evened out. At least I didn’t have to wonder if I was supposed to leave now. I could sleep for a bit, then I’d sneak out.
True to his word, Billy woke me up with his tongue. My orgasm took a bit longer to coax out of me, but he was a real go-getter. I guess he wouldn’t take no, from my vagina, for an answer. She finally gave in. Bless her.
He fucked me twice more that night. The second time I was on top. I wasn’t sure I liked it much, but he sure did. He sat up so his face could be right at boob level. The third time, he was on top in the traditional, missionary position. He was sweet and slow that time, giving me lots of soft, sweet kisses throughout. We came together and fell asleep immediately afterward. Well, he did. Once I knew he was out, I slid out of bed, quickly dressed, and snuck out of the room in the wee hours, needing to get home before anyone at my house woke up. My walk of shame was depressing, but at least it wasn’t seen by anyone else. While I knew it was just a one-night stand, I couldn’t help wishing I could see Billy again. There was just something about him. And, no, it wasn’t his cock.
God, you’ve got a dirty mind. It had nothing to do with his dick.
It was something more. Deeper.
**snort** Deeper.
Chapter Seven
By the time we pulled into Clancy’s parents’ driveway, I’m no longer crying. But my eye still hurts. It’s more of a burn than actual pain, but that’s probably from the crying. Opening my door, I turn back to grab my purse when I hear him. “JoJo?”
Dropping my purse, I turn quickly and look around. “Billy?” When I spot him walking up the driveway I add, “How?” How did he get here?
“I followed you.”
“Why?” Seriously, why would he bother? He stood there like a statue while Gisele lied about me and him.
“I needed to talk to you.”
“You couldn’t have said anything then? In my parents’ kitchen?”
“I said my piece right after you walked out of the kitchen. By the time I was finished, you two were pulling out of the driveway. So, I followed you.”
“Said your piece?”
“Once you left, Gisele stopped her tantrum.”
I release a short laugh. A tantrum sounds about right.
“As soon as she stopped talking, I told your father what really happened.” I wait for him to finish, but he’s just staring at me. “Your face.” I reach up and touch my left cheek. I can feel the raised lines from her fingernails. He moves in closer. “Your eye.�
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“I’ve been crying.”
“No, baby,” he whispers. “It’s red.”
I see Clancy step up. “Shit. It’s really red. Your other one isn’t.”
“I think you need to have someone look at your eye and your face,” Billy says, sounding bossy.
“I’m fine.” I’m not fine, but I’m not going to die.
Billy touches my shoulder gently, “JoJo. Let’s go to urgent care.”
I squeak, “On Christmas Eve? Do you know how much that will cost me?”
Clancy pipes up, “That bitch’s claws could have hit your eye. It could get infected.”
“Fine.” I move to slide back into Clancy’s car when I feel a tug on my arm. “I’ll take you. It’ll give us a chance to talk.”
I don’t want to talk. Not to him or anyone. I just want to sleep.
“I’m going too.” Clancy follows us over to Billy’s sleek car. It looks like it cost more than I make in two years. Well, what I used to make. Yep, the guy’s loaded. These cars are pricey. Once we’re in the car, Clancy says from the back seat, “Now, spill.”
“First. Where’s the closest urgent care place?”
I point to my right as he pulls out onto the street. “About five miles that way.”
Billy turns to look at me but quickly moves his eyes back to the road. “As soon as you left, Gisele stopped her caterwauling.”
Now, that’s a word I haven’t heard in a while. The linguistics side of me likes it very much.
“I stepped over to your father and explained that the relationship between Gisele and I was fake. For the purposes of our promotions.”
I remain quiet, only nodding.
“He didn’t believe me at first until he looked at your mom. Apparently, she was aware of the firm’s view on promoting those with stable lives.”
“Marriage doesn’t mean you’re stable,” scoffs Clancy. “Idiots.”
“I agree,” Billy says, looking in his rearview mirror. “I think when your mom acknowledged this fact, your dad started to believe me.”
There was silence. Luckily, Clancy broke that up. “Then what?”
“Your dad looked at Gisele and asked her if it was true. I’m sure she was about to lie, but I stopped her by saying that it was over. I wasn’t going to play along, and that if she didn’t come clean to her own parents, then I’d be forced to take action. I’d have to speak to someone at the firm.”
“Take action? What does that mean?”
“Honestly, I figured I’d just talk to my boss at the firm and let the chips fall as they may.”
Clancy asks, “But Gisele didn’t want that, right?”
“Of course not.” I roll my eyes and want to cry from the pain. “She wouldn’t want a scene at work.” But one at home? That’s fine.
“No. You’re right. She started to cry. Your mom consoled her, but your dad grew impatient. She finally fessed up.”
“Then what?” asked Clancy. It’s the same question I had.
“Your mom did more consoling, and your dad went into the garage.”
“Did either of them ask about Jo? Did they want to know where she went?”
I wish she hadn’t asked that question. I know the answer. I reach into my purse to peek at my phone, hoping one of them attempted to text me, to ask me to come back home, but there was nothing new there. The thought that my parents had so little regard for me hurts more than I can explain. That’s why, when I started to cry again, I didn’t care.
“You’ve got a scratched cornea. We’ll flush your eye out with sterile saline first. I’ll prescribe an eye drop that will help with the pain. It’ll numb your eye. You’ll also need an antibiotic drop for your eye as well as a cream for your facial abrasions. Follow up with your regular doctor in seven to ten days, but if you’re still uncomfortable, visiting your ophthalmologist is recommended. Don’t mess around with something like this even though it’s just a scratch, Josephine.”
“Okay.” I’m hearing what the doc is saying, but I’m not absorbing it.
When I step out into the waiting area, I’m surprised to see my father sitting next to Clancy reading a magazine about fishing. He doesn’t fish. Next to him is Billy.
Stepping closer, I clear my throat. “Dad?”
I look at Clancy, who has guilt written all over her face. “Sorry,” she mouths. Great. She called my dad.
Lowering the magazine, he winces when he sees me. I know my eye is a deep red color and my cheek is a little swollen. “Gisele did that?” He nods to my face.
“Yeah.”
“Bitch,” Clancy mutters.
Dad stands and walks toward me. Looking down, he gives me a small smile. “I’m sorry, Jo. I’m not sure why we always assume your sister is the one—”
“Dad.” I look up at him. “I’m only going to say this one more time. She always blamed me for shit I had nothing to do with, and you and Mom…” I feel the tears burn. “You still believe her. Like the time she wrecked Mom’s car. She told you I’d distracted her. I wasn’t even with her. That time you and Mom went to Hawaii? I didn’t throw that party. I was at Clancy’s. I never took your credit card or the change from the top of your dresser. That was all Gisele.” There are at least a dozen more instances like that, but I’m tired.
Dad is still staring at me, blinking. What did I expect him to do? Apologize for grounding me, taking away my phone, not letting me spend time with Clancy? Well, he should because those were all punishments I got all thanks to my sister.
“You never once let me defend myself. Not once. You just took her word for it every single time.” Now I’m getting mad. “And this time, it was the last time I’m going to let it happen. The fact that you think I’m the kind of person who would knowingly sleep with my sister’s boyfriend hurts more than you’ll ever know. It tells me you know nothing about me. That you never have. Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore, Dad. I’ll get my stuff, and I’ll be out of there by tonight.”
Turning away from him, I step up to the counter and pay the bill. It’s really the last of my money, but that’s okay. I’ll figure it out. I always do.
Turning back, I half expect my dad to be there with open arms, telling me how sorry he is, but he’s gone.
So, I cry. And it hurts. I’m not talking about my eye.
“Shh, JoJo.”
I can’t believe this guy is sticking around. My one-night stand is more understanding than my own parents. “You should go. I’m fine. I’ll stay with Clancy until….” Until I figure it out, I guess.
“I’m at the hotel one more night.”
I blink up at him. I can’t read his expression. “After all of this, you what…? Want to fuck me again?”
“No.” He rubs his face with both hands. “Yes, but not tonight. I want to make sure you’re okay. This is all my fault.”
“No.” I think about it. “Some of it is, yes. But this”—I point to my face—“is all on Gisele.” Stepping toward the door, I turn back and smile at him. “You can have my number, though. Maybe we could talk sometime.”
He smiles, and it’s beautiful and sweet. “I’d like that. I’d like that very much.”
“Good.”
“Merry Christmas, Billy.”
“You too, beautiful JoJo.”
I follow Clancy out the door and down the hall to the main entrance of the urgent care clinic. I’m watching my steps, because I’m sure if there’s any ice, I’ll slip on it, when I hear my mom’s voice. “Josephine?”
I look up too quickly and lose my balance, landing flat on my ass on the concrete. It hurts, but I can’t react because Clancy’s laughing her ass off. “Bitch,” I mumble.
Doing her best to contain her giggles, Clancy asks, “Josephine? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I roll over until I’m on all fours. Then I grab onto Clancy’s coat and pull myself up, half hoping I pull her down with me. It’d serve her right.
When I’m up on my feet, I see both
of my parents waiting beside their car. I search the lot for Clancy’s old car, and then I remember. We hitched a ride from Billy. Shit. I look around the lot and see him leaning against his sweet ride. I raise my hand up. “Can you wait for us?”
He nods, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Josephine?” My mom sounds distressed. “Are you okay?”
“I will be.” As soon as I’m somewhere I can sleep for a day or two.
“Your father told me what you said.”
“Uh-huh.”
Now, here’s her chance to apologize or at the very least acknowledge Gisele’s a scheming witch. But that’s not what happens. “I’m sorry you feel that way.”
And there it is.
“Pamela.” My dad’s only word so far. I’m hoping for more, but there are none.
“Me too, Mom.” I step back and nearly fall again, but Clancy catches my arm. “I’ve… uh, I’ve gotta go.” Before I cry again. I’m sick as fuck of crying.
“Your sister is at home. She’d like to speak to you.”
The phrasing of her words tells me everything I need to know. She wants to speak to me. “Nope.” I shake my head and turn toward Billy’s car.
“You owe it to her.”
Slowly, schooling my expression so I don’t look crazy, I turn to face my mom. “I owe it to her?”
She whispers this, but it sounds more like a hiss, “You slept with her boyfriend. I’m letting go of the fact that you were being promiscuous.”
“Thanks.” That was sarcasm, in case you were wondering. “Mom, I’ve had two boyfriends, which means, before last night, I’ve slept with two people. Ask Gisele how many notches she’s got.” Closer to fifty, if I had to wager.
“Don’t.” My mom snaps back. “Don’t take this out on your sister.”
It’s the same old song. “Right.” I start walking toward Billy with Clancy in tow.
“Jo, wait.” It’s my dad this time.
“What?”
He’s beside me before I’ve got a chance to turn. “Let me talk to your mom.”
The only good part of all of that is I think he gets it. “Sure.” I smile weakly. “Just text me when….” When should he text me? To tell me that nothing has changed? “Merry Christmas, Dad.”
