Dirty Nights

by A. M. Hargrove

  “Yeah, so do I. She talked me into these larger balls. I remember laughing at her, asking if my balls weren’t big enough as is.”

  When I look at Sky, her mouth is wide open. Shit, I need to quit running my mouth.

  “Babe, I’m sorry. I need to shut the hell up. I didn’t think.”

  “No, it’s okay. You mean you can get bigger balls?”

  She’s dead serious. “Well, don’t you like the size of my balls, babe?” I take her hand and put it on my real balls. Then she laughs.

  “Oh, I love your balls. Both sets. But, now I get it. Do you change it ever?”

  “No. I can unscrew the balls and change them but I never remove the bar itself.” She moves her hand to the balls on my piercing and she starts playing with them. If she keeps this up, I’ll be a goner, and fast.

  “I want these balls inside of me, Ryder. Now.”

  “Uh uh. I have other ideas for you first.”

  My mouth finds hers and I fuck it with my tongue. Then I put her on her back and get up. A few seconds later I tell her to close her eyes. I have a surprise for her … one that’s going to drive her to the brink of sexual madness.

  TEN

  Skylina

  My eyes are closed and I wait in anticipation. I feel myself getting wetter by the second. I can hear his footsteps as they come nearer. He wraps something silky around my head, covering my eyes. Now I’m plunged into darkness. Then his hand grabs mine, and pulls it above my head and he wraps something soft around my wrist. When he releases me I try to move it, but I can only go so far. He’s tied me to the bed. He repeats this to my other wrist. Then his hand moves to my ankle. He bends my knee and spreads me wide open. I feel cool air graze my wet pussy as he wraps my ankle in something rough. Again, when he releases me, I can’t move. One inch. He repeats this to my other ankle and now I’m stretched wide open and bound on his bed. My excitement mounts as my chest moves up and down with each rapid breath I inhale.

  “Ah, Skylina, I’m going to photograph you like this. What a sight you are.” There’s nothing now but silence except for the sound of my panting.

  Soon, though, he returns and puts his mouth next to my ear. “I’m going to fuck you silly, Sky.”

  His hand trails down my neck, and over to my breast. When he reaches my nipple, he bites it gently at first and then harder. I moan. Then he moves to the other nipple and does the same. Back and forth he alternates, effectively torturing me. I try to move, but I can’t. I’m strung so tightly to the bed and to myself that any movement is impossible. Soon I feel his hot, delicious tongue travel down my stomach, until he reaches the apex of my thighs. I beg him to lick my pussy, but my words make no impact on him. Instead, he moves to my inner thighs and sucks me, hard. His teeth sink into me and I cry out, sure I’m going to come. Then his mouth moves to my calves, teasing each one alternately, and finally the arches of my feet. My senses reel with his touch but my nerve endings are on fire with need.

  “Ryder. Fuck me. Please.”

  He doesn’t say a word. He ignores my pleas but forces my hips up with some pillows. Then he leaves me again. When he returns, he’s back to biting my nipples. But then he pushes something icy into my pussy and I scream as I feel something hot trickling down and over my slit. What is it? I don’t have time to think because I have an intense orgasm. What the hell? I came and he never even touched me.

  “Skylina, you weren’t supposed to come. Now I’m going to have to paddle your ass.”

  “Yes. Please.” Anything. I need him to do anything. I’m so excited by all of this play that even my orgasm didn’t relieve me.

  “But not yet.”

  Disappointment fills me. But not for long. Because his hot tongue drills into my tunnel and I cry out. It circles my clit and in no time I’m orgasming again.

  “Oh, Skylina,” he says, “You’re a very bad girl. Now that’s two orgasms you weren’t supposed to have. Two punishments you’re going to have to receive from me.”

  “Please,” I beg.

  He pushes my legs, which in turn lifts my ass off the bed and he slaps me. Hard. It shocks me since I wasn’t expecting it. He smacks me again. And again. I count up to seven and stop. Because I’m gasping. Not with pain, but excitement. My gawd, this is turning me on beyond my limits. My butt is on ferking fire and my sex is dripping with need. When he finally stops spanking me, he flicks my clit and I come. Hard. As I scream. I don’t even notice that he’s untied me until I find myself on my knees and feel his cock slamming into me.

  “Ahhhh.”

  The intensity of the way he fills me is like nothing I’ve ever felt. My body is so ready for him, but every nerve ending of mine feels each stroke, each tiny motion and I’m so full as he stretches me beyond what I think I can take. But then his piercing kisses me deeply, against those places that push me over and everything tightens, then contracts. And I multiple on him.

  “Let it go baby. Fuck it all Sky, I love to feel you do this to my cock.” Then he growls deep in his throat, and I have this pressing need to hold him. But I feel his cum spurting into me, as my pussy pulls every last drop from him. His warmth deep inside me is a balm and when he’s finished, I look over my shoulder at him. He’s pure, raw sex as he stares back.

  “I need your mouth, Ryder. On mine.”

  He moves so fast, I can barely track because I’m so lethargic right now. I’m caged against his body and he pulls me on top of him as he lies down. Then I kiss him tenderly, passionately, and with all the love I feel.

  “Ryder, I …” I’m terribly emotional all of a sudden and I choke up.

  He cups my face and the action is so sweet I melt. “Mmm, Sky. I love you.” He rubs his cheek against mine. “You’ve stolen every inch of my body and mind, including my heart and soul. And babe, that was the best carnival I’ve ever been to. I hope you liked it too.”

  I start thinking, and it’s strange how life throws things at you. Like that night I was getting raped.

  “What? Your face is all scrunched up again.”

  “Ryder, if that guy hadn’t tried to rape me, you and I never would’ve met. I was just thinking how strange life is.”

  “Oh babe, and if I hadn’t been beaten like I was, I wouldn’t have been in school, walking around at two in the morning either. So it works both ways. Life is weird.”

  My hands move all over him, because the truth is I love to touch him. His skin is perfect beneath my hands. I don’t care about his scars. They make him all the more real and all the more mine. I never knew the other Ryder and from what he’s told me, there’s a good chance I wouldn’t have liked him. He probably wouldn’t have given me the time of day anyway.

  “Hey. We need to go see Marianna today. We both kind of left in a hurry yesterday.”

  He flashes me a smile and he’s so handsome I can’t stop myself from pulling his mouth to mine. We kiss briefly and then decide to get up and pay his aunt a visit. There are all kinds of things we need to do.

  “I want you to meet my parents too. And you need to start focusing on your dancing. There are some people I want to introduce you too. Oh and do you want to call Gabby and see if she wants to meet for dinner tonight? And I’d really like to meet your friends, Jimmy and Cara.”

  My arm flies out and I hold out my hand. “Whoa. Calm down buddy. One thing at a time. And don’t you have some studying to do?”

  He casts me a sheepish look. Then laughs. “Guess I got carried away.”

  “You think?” I shoulder nudge him. Damn he’s huge. I feel his muscles. “You’re like a beast. You know?”

  “Frustrations. I take them out in the gym.”

  “Me?” He gives me another sheepish look. “Hey, don’t be shy about it.”

  “Then yeah. It was you. At times, I felt like pulling my hair out.”

  “Same here.”

  We gaze at each other then laugh. I hold up my fist and he bumps it. Then his face turns serious. “I want to be yours, Skylina. All yours. Every day
and every night.”

  “And I want to be yours too, Ryder. I love you. But remember, I’ve never had this before. This is all new to me, so be patient.”

  He wraps me in his arms and hoists me up, so our faces are even. “As long as you’re patient with me, we’ll be fine.”

  Marianna is glowing when we get to her place. She tells us how she wanted to arrange for us to meet, but didn’t want to meddle.

  “Knowing Ryder, I knew he’d be so angry with me.”

  “Marianna, what do you think Ryder’s parents are going to say?”

  “Aunt Emmy, Skylina’s worried about …”

  Marianna only knows about my life as a stripper so I decide to tell her everything right here. I interrupt Ryder and explain it all, every last gory detail.

  “I think Mr. And Mrs. Christiansen need to know the truth about me. It’ll come out one day and I’d rather they hear it from me than find out the hard way.”

  “You’re right, dear. And if they don’t like it, fuck them.”

  “Marianna!”

  Ryder laughs. “Sky, this is typical Aunt Emmy. She calls it like she sees it.”

  “Yes!” Marianna says as she claps her hands. “Now, when are we going to get this girl dancing?”

  “But,” I protest.

  “Skylina, darling, if they don’t like you at first, it won’t last. They got over the fact that Ryder was a drug addict. They’ll get over the fact that you were a hooker. And look at you. You’re gorgeous. Juliette will be all over you because you dance. Now let’s move on to setting some auditions up for you. Ryder, I want you to use that Blakely name of yours to get things moving.”

  Jeez, she relentless. Then a thought rolls into my head.

  “Hey, where did your stage name come from, Ryder?”

  I look at him and he looks at Marianna. So I glance at her to see her smirking. What’s with that?

  “I’ll let Aunt Emmy explain.”

  She laughs. “Blakely is my maiden name, as well as Juliette’s. And Reston is my last name. I thought you knew that, Skylina.”

  When I sit and think about it, I realize I never knew Marianna’s last name. “Oh gosh, I never knew your last name.” Then I grin because I realize what an honor Ryder paid Marianna by using her name in reverse for his stage name.

  We leave Marianna’s in late afternoon and the November sky is gray with clouds. It’s chilly and looks like rain may be headed our way. When we leave the subway station, Ryder has decided to walk with me to my place so I can grab a bag of clothes. I’m going to stay with him tonight. My apartment is closer to his now than it was before, so when I’m finished, we head over to his. As we walk, we’re chatting and we hear a scream. I tense up and Ryder looks around, then spies a couple getting attacked.

  “Ryder!”

  “Call 911,” he shouts as he takes off toward them.

  “Ryder, stop!” I grab my phone and call the emergency number. They answer and I report the incident. The operator instructs me to stay on the line and I do, but I run toward the screaming and shouting. The man on the line tells me the police are on the way and to stay back, but now I yell at Ryder to get back. All I can see are his fists flying and two guys going at him.

  “Ryder! Get back!”

  I hear sirens in the distance and then a shot rings out. My head snaps toward the melee and the three men are still struggling. The couple is huddled on the ground and I can’t tell if one or both of them are injured. I want to move closer, but I’m afraid.

  “Ryder, please,” I scream. I don’t care about those thugs. I don’t want him to get hurt. Then another shot rings out and something burns like fire in my chest. The sirens are real loud now, but I still can’t see them. Ryder and only one of the thugs are standing. The burning in my chest turns into a fierce pain and I try to call out to Ryder, but I can’t seem to breathe. I open my coat and see the red stain spreading across my shirt. It’s all so surreal to me as I gape at it. All my strength leaves me at once, like it was instantly sucked out of me, and I drop to my knees. Air, I need air, but my chest won’t expand. The warm sticky blood is all over my hands now and my ears are buzzing as my vision becomes foggy. Though I’m still on my knees, I know I won’t last long. I’m afraid if I go all the way to the ground, no one will notice and I’ll die. So I fight. I fight to stay upright.

  Everything moves in slow motion. Ryder turns to look for me. He sees me on my knees. Then he sprints toward me and when he reaches me he speaks, but I can’t hear anything.

  ELEVEN

  Ryder

  Skylina. Covered in blood. Worst case scenario. I pick her up as the police arrive.

  “She took a bullet to the chest.”

  “Medics should be here in a sec.”

  They arrive. I carry her to the ambulance. Bullet wound to the chest. Bad shape. The doctors take her immediately to surgery. Don’t know if she’ll make it. Major blood loss.

  My brain is on short circuit. I call Case and he arrives. Numbness rules. Case calls my parents. And then Gabby. We’re all in the surgery waiting room, waiting for the surgical team to come and report. Sitting still isn’t an option. This is all my fault.

  Turning to Gabby, I say, “You predicted this. I should’ve listened.”

  Case says, “Oh, man. Stop it now. She wasn’t even in the mix. You were helping.”

  Gabby jumps in and says, “Ryder, look at me.”

  I do. Her face is intent.

  “This was an accident. Clear?”

  “She tried to get me to walk away.”

  Gabby grabs my arm. “Doesn’t matter. It was still an accident. The gun went off and she got shot. You can’t blame yourself.”

  “Then who the fuck can I blame? I’m the one who stopped. If I’d have kept on walking we would be sitting at home right now, eating dinner or doing something other than this.”

  “It. Doesn’t. Matter. This was unintentional. You can’t blame yourself.”

  “Doc, the only way I won’t blame myself is if she doesn’t die.”

  Six hours pass and finally the surgeon meets us. Thank God Gabby is there for all the doc-speak. She’s touch and go for the next twenty-four hours, but if she pulls through that, each day she makes it, her survival rate increases barring she doesn’t develop an infection from the ventilator she’s on to help her breathe. Fuck!

  “I need to see her.”

  The surgeon looks at me and says, “Sorry. You can’t see her until she’s out of anesthesia and moved into the unit.”

  “Unit?”

  “Yeah. She’ll be in the ICU after this.”

  “So when can I see her?”

  “I’d say in a few hours. Go home and get some rest. Come back in the morning.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me? Go home and get some rest? When my girl’s life is at stake? What kind of crazy fucker are you?”

  “Ryder, calm it.” Gabby says.

  “No, I will not calm it. That’s the most ludicrous thing I’ve ever heard.” I turn to look at her square in the eyes and ask, “Tell me if you think it isn’t. Would you go home if the love of your life just got out of surgery? A surgery that was touch and go? Would you go home and get some rest and come back in the morning? What the fuck, Gabby?”

  “No, you’re right. I wouldn’t.”

  She turns to the surgeon and says, “Doctor, I’m throwing down the doctor and the psych hat here. That is a stupid thing to say to a family member of a patient. Now, I’m the patient’s doctor. When can we see her?”

  The doctor looked at Gabby and then at me. “Let me see what I can do. And sorry about that. It was a long surgery.”

  “No excuse, dude,” I say.

  A couple of hours pass before we’re allowed in, but they let Gabby and I into the unit to see Sky. She looks like I did, I suppose, after my beating. Tubes, wires and machines everywhere. But I couldn’t care less. She’s the most beautiful thing to me and I pick up her hand, kiss it, and break down crying.

&nbs
p; “Jesus, babe, I’m so sorry this happened. If you can hear me just know I’m here waiting for you. I’ll always be waiting for you. You’re mine, for now and forever, Sky.” I stay there, holding her hand until they make me leave.

  And then I don’t leave the hospital. At all. Gabby takes me into the doctor’s lounge so I can bathe and Case brings me clean clothes. My parents bring me food and I tell them everything about Skylina … everything. My mom cries when I explain about her mom and the terrible life she had growing up. And then she says, “Skylina is going to be just fine, son. She was sent to you. To help you. I just know it. I can feel it in here.” And she pounds her chest.

  On the fourth day, Skylina wakes up. She’s panicked because of her breathing tube. I talk her through it all, knowing exactly how she feels. My whispered words in her ear calm her immensely and she hangs onto my hand tightly, giving me hope.

  “You’re going to be fine, babe. Everything’s going to be okay.”

  That same afternoon, they take her off the ventilator. Her throat is killing her.

  “Don’t try to speak. I know you’re dying for water, ice, anything to put out the burn. But it’ll get better in a day or so. I promise. And as thirsty as you feel, your IV is giving you all the fluids your body needs. It’s mainly discomfort you’re dealing with.” I brush her tangled hair off her face. “Are you in any pain?”

  She shakes her head.

  “That’s good. I don’t want you to hurt at all, if possible. I’m so sorry babe. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t stopped ... ”

  She squeezes my hand. When I look at her, she shakes her head. Then pulls me a little. I bend down and she puts her arm around my neck and croaks, “I love you.”

  Then I shudder with the force of my sobs.

  “Don’t cry. All’s good,” she whispers.

  It takes me a while to compose myself, but I tell her how my mom has been here with me most of the time and how I told her everything. About how much I love my girl, and even about her background. During my little speech, my voice breaks and a relief so great swells my chest that for a moment it suffocates me. This feeling has me all but pulling her into my arms, and if she didn’t have so many damn tubes and wires attached to her, that’s exactly what I’d do. When I’m able, I also tell her how my mom doesn’t give a damn about any of the things Sky was so worried about and is only excited to meet the girl who stole my heart.