Little Black Box Set (The Black Trilogy)

by Tabatha Vargo

  His words echoed throughout the second floor and crept through my door.

  “He can’t get you off. He’s just a fucking kid!”

  “Stop it, Darrell. You’re being ridiculous.” She tried to soothe him. “He can hear you.”

  Her words were hushed, but still, I could hear her voice break through the thick wooden door of my bedroom.

  “I don’t fucking care if he hears me. He’s not going to fuck with what’s mine!”

  Drunken piece of shit.

  Soon the argument cooled, and things suddenly went quiet. I knew from other homes that when a drunk argument went quiet, it was because someone passed out.

  I imagined Darrell out cold in their bed and secretly wished I could take my pillow, put it over his face, and suffocate him.

  Soon after the house went quiet, I heard tiny footsteps in the hallway outside my room. The old, wood floors creaked the closer the footsteps got, and then there was light tapping on my door.

  “Come in.” I sat straighter in my bed when the door popped open.

  Light from the hallway spilled into my room, blinding me and reminding me that I was sitting in the dark.

  Jane stood at my door, nibbling nervously at her bottom lip. She tried to smile, but it was weak. Her emotions danced in her eyes, pulling at me, begging me to go to her.

  I didn’t.

  I sat there, staring back at her and waiting for something … anything to happen.

  Finally, I found my voice.

  “What’s up?” I asked, pretending I hadn’t heard every word the two of them had said during their heated fight.

  She moved into the room and shut the door behind her with a whispered click.

  “I just wanted to come in and apologize for Darrell,” she whispered, and her voice sounded broken and gritty. “He doesn’t drink often, but when he does, it’s usually because he had a stressful day at the office.”

  Lies.

  I’d seen this before.

  Women who covered for their shitty other halves. When I was nine, one of my foster moms had blamed me for the beating her husband had given me. Apparently, it was my fault for angering him while he was taking pain medication for his back. It was one of the “side effects.”

  The bitch had said that with a straight face.

  I’d seen many medication commercials in my life, and I’d never once heard them say …

  Medication may cause you to flip your shit and beat the fuck out of an innocent kid.

  “Is he usually a massive asshole when he drinks?” I snapped, quickly wishing I had tamed my attitude when it came to Jane.

  She’d just had her ass handed to her by the one man in her life supposed to protect her. She didn’t need my shit, too.

  Her shoulders dropped, and her eyes watered, making me feel like an even bigger piece of shit than her husband.

  She moved across my room and sat on the edge of my bed.

  “Not usually, no.”

  Nodding, I wasn’t sure what else to say. I feared what words would come out of my mouth. I didn’t often filter myself for someone, especially not for a foster family, but for Jane, I’d do whatever it took to take the tears out of her eyes.

  “Listen, Sebastian; I’m sorry you had to see that. I’m sorry for the things he said. Things have been kind of tense lately.” She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.

  It was wavier than usual, and I knew it was because it’d gotten wet while washing the dog and she hadn’t blow dried it afterward.

  My eyes followed her delicate fingers as they sifted through her chocolate waves, and I had to shake myself to get back on track when she began to speak again.

  “I promise he won’t talk to you like that again. It was wrong of him to suggest you were looking at me.”

  I was beginning to think she wasn’t just playing coy with me. That she really didn’t know I’d basically eye fucked her in the bathroom. That my mouth watered to taste her nipples through her soaked shirt.

  “It was?” I asked; my voice croaked, forcing me to swallow.

  Her eyes connected with mine as confusion swept across her brow. “Yes. Of course, it was. We both know you weren’t looking at me like that.”

  Nope.

  I was completely wrong about her.

  She really had no idea what I thought about doing to her. She moved around her house in her low tops and short shorts and skirts, and she did so innocently, not realizing how unbelievably sexy she was or how badly I wanted her body.

  This realization only fueled my desire for her. If she was attracting me so hard with her innocent ways, how badly would I want her if she purposely drew me in?

  She needed to know.

  I needed to tell her how incredibly sexy she was.

  I wanted her to know how badly I wanted her.

  To hell with the consequences.

  “I wasn’t?”

  The words bounced from my tongue, and as soon as they hit the air around us, her body language changed. She tensed, her shoulders becoming stiff and her expression dropping.

  I could hardly believe I was so completely open with her. It took a lot for me to open up with people, but with Jane, I wanted to expose myself. I wanted to feel her tiny fingers all over me—inside me—digging deep and soothing scars and the constant ache of wanting her.

  Younger girls always threw themselves at me, so I was aware I was an attractive guy. The girls were sure to let me know, and usually, I exuded confidence.

  It wasn’t like that with Jane. I wasn’t sure how things worked with an older woman, but I was sick of beating around the bush. I was sick of the tension. And even if they booted my ass out and I ended up back in the group home, I would say what was on my mind. I wasn’t going to deny looking at her. I wasn’t going to deny how hard she got me.

  Pressing a hand to my knee, she laughed. “Oh, Sebastian, stop joking like that.”

  I didn’t respond.

  My words stayed glued to the roof of my mouth as my body went into hyper drive because she was touching me. A single hand on the knee and my body already responded to her.

  She thought I was joking, which I guess was fine by me. I’d basically told her differently, but if she thought I was joking, then so be it. I wasn’t a saint. I’d done my fair share of stupid shit, but fucking with a married woman who was possibly considering adopting me was pretty fucking sick, even for me.

  Her laughter died.

  I’m not sure what it was on my face that made her become serious, but her eyes moved over my expression, and her cheeks flushed scarlet.

  “Unless, of course …” She swallowed, the action drawing attention to her neck. “Were you looking at me, Sebastian?”

  My eyes leapt from her neck and clashed with her sapphire beauties. Her dark lashes fluttered with her question as she stared back at me.

  Fuck it.

  Instead of denying it, I nodded.

  Her eyes widened, the black pupils of her eyes growing in shock and invading the soft blue of her irises.

  “I see.”

  She stood from my bed and turned to look down at me.

  “Why were you looking at me, Sebastian?”

  Why?

  Was she seriously asking me that shit?

  Because she was the definition of sexy.

  Because every time I even looked at her, my dick came alive and the blood drained from my brain, leaving me stupid and horny out of my mind.

  Because her insides called me, and I wanted nothing more than to push myself in there and feel her warmth.

  But mostly because she was everything I couldn’t have.

  Family.

  A friend.

  A lover.

  And like every other person in the world, I wanted what I could never have.

  Jane was a symbol for everything I had missing in my life. She was forbidden love in all forms.

  I couldn’t tell her any of that, though. Not without sounding like a sick fuck.

  So
instead, I opened my mouth and let the first thing that came to my mind flow out.

  “Because you’re nice to look at.”

  It was the edited version of my thoughts. My filter had held back the filth that had originated with that sentence.

  Any second now, she would walk away from me. Tomorrow, Deloris would be at their door telling me to collect my things, and by the end of the week, I’d be back in the group home, sitting in front of their shitty TV with Ethan while watching cartoons and wishing for the very thing I was about to give up.

  Home.

  Family.

  And then something strange happened.

  The temperature in my room spiked, and the air grew thick. My chest began to burn with the speed of my beating heart, and my shoulders stiffened against the heat.

  She blinked and closed her eyes. A shudder moved over her lids when she closed them, and when she opened them, she was altered. The heat around us had washed her innocence away, and in its place was a new woman.

  “Do you like what you see when you look at me?” she asked.

  Her voice was different.

  Deeper.

  Softer.

  Darker.

  Seductive.

  Holy shit.

  The moment was real.

  It was seriously happening.

  I’d dreamed of it since the moment my body started recognizing her as a need and a want, but I’d always known it would never happen.

  Jane Jetson was using her seductive voice, and the more I stared at her face, the more I noticed a change in her expression as well. The softness of her delicate features changed before my eyes, becoming harder—sharper—sexier.

  My words became lodged in my throat, and for the first time in my life, I felt unprepared and unsure.

  I nodded.

  “No,” she said, moving closer to me. Her knee brushed against mine, and it was like an electric shock to my body. “Say it, Sebastian. Tell me you liked what you saw.”

  And then once again, she shocked me when she climbed onto my lap and straddled me. It was like the first time she’d straddled me—only this time, it was on purpose. This time, her eyes weren’t shocked when she looked down at me. This time, her eyes were lazy slits in her beautiful face.

  She was turned on.

  I could feel it in the way she was looking at me. In the way she slid her arm around my neck and moved closer. But most of all, I could feel it in the heat between her thighs.

  It was then I realized she was no longer wearing any shorts beneath her long shirt. Instead, only my jeans and her thin pair of panties separated us.

  Her shirt was the same one from before, and it was still damp from giving Lulu a bath, but instead of seeing her perky nipples through her shirt, I saw bra lines from where she’d put one on during her argument with Darrell.

  “Say it,” she whispered in my face when I still didn’t respond.

  Her hot breath struck my lips, and I felt myself begin to shake. Her actions were stealing my words, but I struggled through and gave her what she wanted.

  An answer.

  “Yes,” I croaked.

  My throat was thick, closing up as if I’d eaten something I was allergic to, and I swallowed hard to clear the path for oxygen.

  “Yes what?” she questioned, still not satisfied with my response.

  Who was this woman?

  And when did she get there?

  Her thighs tightened around me as she pressed against me, forcing the zipper of my jeans into my hard flesh.

  “Yes. I liked what I saw.”

  Then she shifted once again, her top meeting mine as she leaned into me. Her lips skimmed my chin, and I shivered.

  “I want to try something. Could you do something for me, Sebastian?”

  I nodded fast, willing to give her whatever the hell she wanted.

  “Anything,” I muttered.

  And then she surprised me once again when she leaned in and kissed me.

  Her lips moved over mine slowly, and her tongue swept across my lips, making me open for her. Her flavor rolled over my tongue when she pressed hers against mine, and I moaned at the sensation of her experienced kiss.

  It was different from anything I’d ever known in my life. She was no teenage girl.

  Unsure.

  Shy.

  Inexperienced.

  She was a woman.

  Kissing me bravely and surely, she probed my lips with her sweet tongue like a professional until I felt like I would come in my jeans like a little punk.

  I pulled her to me, kissing her back and enjoying the sounds she released into my mouth, but as soon as I pulled, she pushed against my chest and broke the kiss.

  My lap cooled as she climbed off me, and by the time I opened my eyes, she was across the room from me. She looked back at me, wearing a strange look of guilt on her face, before she opened my bedroom door and stepped into the hallway. She shut the door behind her, leaving me in the dark room.

  My room felt different—heavy—hot, and my skin felt tight and prickly. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was my dick. It was so hard it hurt, and my balls were so tight I worried they’d pop.

  I sat with my back against my headboard as I tried to figure out what the hell had just happened. Obviously, it had been wrong, but fuck, it felt so right. It was different with Jane. She was so ripe—so mature. Her hands moved differently against me—her kisses more sure and experienced.

  It was mind blowing for me.

  I couldn’t just sit there with my blood speeding through my body at the speed of light. I needed to move. I needed to burn off the desire she’d left behind.

  Standing from my bed, I crept through my room and pulled my door open. Secretly, I hoped Jane would be standing on the other side, but she wasn’t.

  The house was quiet and dark as I stepped into the hall and made my way toward the stairs. If she had gone to her room instead of down the stairs, then at least I could get something to drink and maybe watch some TV until my body was calm enough to sleep.

  My bare feet padded against the wood flooring, my toes stinging with the cold of the night. When I got to the stairs, I took the first step down, but I paused when I heard a moaning sound behind me.

  I stilled, everything going quiet until once again a moan filled the hallway, calling out to me.

  Curiosity dug its unforgiving fingers into my core and pulled me toward the sounds. Again, a moan echoed through the hallway, and I knew what it was before I even saw them together.

  The master bedroom door was cracked, and I peeked through, my eyes adjusting to the soft lamplight spilling out of their room.

  My eyes latched onto Jane, who was straddling Darrell. She rode him, her body moving up and down while his fingers dug into her hips to help control her movements.

  His back was to me, and I could see her face over his shoulder as she rolled her hips and rode his cock like a champion bull rider.

  Her mouth was open in ecstasy; her eyes closed, and her head tossed back as she moved in a frenzy. His body hid hers, but her legs were wrapped around his waist, and I could see her thighs all the way to her hips on both sides.

  Her skin glowed in the lamplight, and for the hundredth time since I stepped foot in the Jepson’s house, my cock grew hard.

  She leaned up, crushing her tits against his chest, and her eyes opened, connecting with mine.

  I couldn’t move.

  I was stuck to the spot as I watched her have sex with her husband. Only minutes before, she was in my room, riding my lap similar to the way she was riding his—except he was inside her. The smacking sounds of her wetness filled the silence; wetness I was sure I’d pulled from her body.

  I had been the one to turn her on, and he was reaping the benefits.

  Her lips tilted into a knowing smile as if she knew my thoughts, and she moved faster, fucking him relentlessly while her eyes stayed glued to mine.

  I was angry, but at the same time, it was the
most erotic thing that had ever happened to me. And while I knew I should have looked away and left, I couldn’t. She was holding me captive with her eyes—making me even harder with her sounds and movements.

  My fingertips teased the top of my cock through my jeans, and the sensation that shot through my balls was overwhelming. I was breathing heavy, my eyes slowly closing in pleasure as I palmed myself and worked my hand up and down.

  It was live-action porn with the woman I’d been dreaming about for days.

  Jane’s eyes followed my movements, and I gasped when she nodded her approval.

  She wanted me to touch myself, and for her, I’d do it. I’d done a lot in my life, but this was by far the most brazen I’d ever been.

  My jeans were rough against my palm as I pressed and enjoyed the sensation against my dick, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

  Skin to skin.

  I closed my eyes and imagined it was Jane’s hands on me—working my cock up and down through my pants until the pressure was slowly building in my balls.

  When it became unbearable, I unbuttoned my jeans and shoved my hand inside to grip my dick. Jane’s eyes stayed glued to my motions as I began to jerk myself off and watch as they fucked.

  She licked her lips, a sensual smile tugging at the side of her mouth. Her nails dug into Darrell’s skin, and he groaned his approval as she began to move faster and faster against him.

  “Yes. Fuck me,” he muttered.

  He roughly pulled on her body, bringing her closer and harder against him, but she seemed to enjoy it that way. Her mouth opened in ecstasy, and her eyes flickered closed briefly.

  His shoulders flexed with the action, but I blocked him out, my eyes only taking in Jane as I wished he was out of the way completely. I wanted to see her body—her tits—her flat stomach. I wanted to see the wet space between her legs glisten like the women in the porn I’d watched.

  As if understanding my thoughts, she pressed Darrell back onto the bed and leaned back.

  Her body came into full view. Her perky breasts bounced with her rhythm, and my eyes followed their movement. Her skin was shiny from her sweat, and I imagined myself licking the drips of her perspiration from her honeyed skin.

  I tugged at my cock, pulling the pleasure out of my balls and into my shaft. My body tensed as I felt myself slowly losing control. Reaching out, I grabbed the doorframe with my free hand and slumped over when sensation tickled at the bottom of my spine.