by Jill Patten
“Shut the fuck up and go eat a beaver, you stupid cunt.”
My fist slams into Shane’s face before I even have time to think about what I’m doing. Shit! Not again.
Shane drops to his knees with his hands over his face. He’s yelling at me, but I can’t understand what he’s saying.
Molly starts screaming at me to leave, but I tune her out. All I can do is stare at the horrified look on Phoebe’s face. I close my eyes, wishing it all away. I don’t want her looking at me like I’m some kind of asshole.
Shane stands up with blood dripping on the front of his gray shirt. When he pulls his hand away, I see the blood is coming from his mouth and not his nose. “You’re going to pay for this, motherfucker! I’ll have you arrested again. I’ll make sure your daddy can’t get you out of it this time. You’re a disgrace to your family anyway. Both of you!” He spits blood on the ground.
“Shane, get yourself another restraining order against me like the pussy you are,” I say then walk off until I reach the exit.
It’s not until I’m jogging down the beach that I realize I never told Phoebe bye. She’s probably thinking I’m some kind of crazed lunatic. Surely she saw how I was provoked. How else was I supposed to react?
“Blue! Blue, wait up!” It’s her.
Go away, Phoebe.
I stop, knowing she gases out quick. When she reaches me, she bends over with one hand on her knee while the other is cupping an inhaler to her mouth. Her blond hair is a mess around her face but not a disaster like it was this morning. I want to pull the golden strands away from her face, but I don’t. I don’t want to encourage anything with her. She’s fishing for answers I don’t want to give.
Her pants are loud, and she struggles to hold back a coughing attack. She remains bent over until she’s able to maintain a calmer breathing pattern. I stand idle until she’s okay for me to send her back.
She finally speaks. “What happened back there?” she asks, her thumb pointing behind her. “What’s the deal with you and Shane?”
My hair flops in my face, and I brush it back roughly with my hand. “It’s nothing. Nothing for you to get involved in. He’s a dick, and you should stay away from him,” I advise.
Her arms hang loosely by her side and her shoulders slump forward. “What has he done? Is he a bad person? Is he dangerous?”
“Just stay away from him, Phoebe,” I say then turn away from her, walking in the direction of my apartment.
Small, warm hands wrap halfway around my forearm, pulling me backward. “You just punched a guy in the face, was threatened to be arrested, and something was mentioned about him having a restraining order against you. Don’t tell me it’s not my business. We’ve spent a lot of time together these last few days, and if I’m in any danger with you, I think I deserve to know about it,” she snaps.
Her words are a slap in the face. The truth hurts, and in an unintentional way I put her in danger. “I’d never hurt you purposely. If anything, I want to protect you…but you’re not mine to protect.” My voice is so low it comes out barely above a whisper. If she knew what I did, she’d hate me, and I can’t ever allow that to happen.
“Blue, I believe you don’t want to hurt me, I do, but if I were to compare the two of you, Shane almost sounds like the lesser of two evils. Was he a big dick back there, yes, but you got physical and apparently it’s not the first time.” Her voice wavers and her eyes enlarge as if she’s frightened by me. “I don’t know you well enough to know if you have a temper, or if you’re bipolar, or if you’re a violent person. Nothing has come up to show that side of your personality. But what I saw back there,” she says, pointing in the direction of the club, “that made me uncomfortable.”
“Don’t judge me, Phoebe, without knowing who I really am,” I plead. “You have no idea what Molly has gone through with her sexuality. What affects her affects me too. She’s my sister. We’re bonded by blood.” I drop my head, thinking how she’s the only stable thing I’ve got in this world. “I can only stand back and watch people bully her for so long before I react. He gave her shit for years…years!” I say louder than I intend as I express my aggression by throwing my arms up. “We graduated together, and he made her life miserable the short time they were in high school together. Last year she had a run-in with him and he went too far. I snapped. I broke his nose and a few ribs. He pressed charges, and I went to jail. My dad only bailed me out to save his name, not because he cares a damn thing about me. Story over.”
A hint of a grimace shadows over her face, but she doesn’t say anything. I don’t know if she’s disgusted with me or if she understands my situation.
“I’m sorry you got caught up in my shit,” I say, feeling defeated. “Night, Phoebe.” Moving in a sluggish manner, I turn around and begin walking to my apartment. The sooner I get there the better. It’s been a long-ass day and I’m ready to go to bed. Forget this night ever happened. My time left with Phoebe is closing in. I only hope she’s not so disgusted with tonight’s events she doesn’t want to see me before she leaves.
I’m five feet from the rickety, rusted steps going up to my apartment when I hear my name faintly being called. I stop and listen to see if I hear it again. A steady breeze rustles the palm trees, making it difficult to hear. Sounding closer this time, my name carries along the wind. Then I see her. She’s jogging with her hand over her chest, and I immediately feel like shit. Damn, I keep forgetting she gets winded easily.
My feet move toward her and within seconds she lunges at me. Not knowing if she’s coming at me to hurt me or what, I catch her and hold her against me. Her long, slender legs wrap around my waist, and her mouth attacks mine with intense fervor. She kisses me as if she needs the air in my lungs to breathe. Her mouth is warm and wet and tastes like sunshine on a tropical island.
Without breaking our kiss, I carefully walk up the steps to my apartment. Placing one hand at the center under her ass, I fumble as I try to take the keys out of my pocket and get them in the lock. When the door finally gives, I push through then kick it closed behind me and walk until I have her pinned between myself and the wall.
Her hands are in my hair, rubbing over the short buzz then tugging the long strands as she tries to take control. I grind my hips into her pelvis, showing her just how much I want her. She groans into my mouth, and I squeeze her perfectly round ass. At this moment, I’m giving a silent prayer for the baby doll dress she chose for the night.
Her hands fall from my hair, and she starts pulling frantically at my shirt. She doesn’t need it off for what I’m about to do. With both hands under her ass, I lift her and then rest her thighs on my shoulders. Bracing her against the wall, I wrap my hands around her upper thighs for leverage. With my eyes closed, I lean into her with my nose against her panties and inhale her delicious scent. Heaven.
“Oh, God, Blue,” she moans, her voice all raspy. Her hands are back on my head, and she’s pulling me closer.
With my forefinger, I tug the thin string of her thong to the side and place gentle kisses along her bald lips. “Oh, God…more…please,” she begs. She doesn’t have to ask twice.
I take the lace fabric between my teeth and rip it. My hand reaches up, pulls away the torn material, and tosses it on the floor. “Phoebe, you’re so fucking perfect,” I whisper before I devour her.
My lips close over her sensitive bud, and I suck with a precise amount of pressure to bring on an orgasm. I stop before she reaches her breaking point to lick the arousal forming in her pussy. The taste is exquisite, and it leaves me craving more. I take turns sucking and licking before I plunge my tongue inside. She gasps when I enter then pants and moans each time I work over her clit. My hands leave her thighs, reaching up under her flowy dress to palm both breasts. Her nipples are tight and wanting. “So good…so good,” she says with a breathy whisper.
The muscles in her legs tighten on both sides of my head, and I know she’s almost there. With one last long pull on her clit, she sc
reams my name and her body begins to quiver. Lowering my hands, I grab her waist, pull her away from the wall, and lay her down on the bed. Still standing, I reach back and pull my shirt off over my head, and then pull her to me so her legs hang off the edge of the bed. Giving her time to come down from her high, I take out a condom before dropping my shorts and underwear on the floor, and roll it on.
Her eyelids flutter open then widen when she watches me approach her completely naked. I bend down, kiss her swollen pussy, then lift her legs so her ankles are resting against my shoulders. Taking my dick in my hand, I position it at her entrance, and with ease, I enter her slowly.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I say in a husky voice as I slide back. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I say again with a strained voice as I push back in. “Fuck…I want to fuck you hard, Phoebe.” I never take my eyes off hers.
She gives me a slight nod and that’s all it takes for me. I drive into her, filling her to the hilt. Her head falls back, her chin lifts up, and her mouth parts with a deep groan. With each thrust, she meets me, bringing me in further than I imagine. Relentlessly, I pound at a steady pace as I reach between her legs and rub her clit. That’s all it takes to send her over the edge. Her body quakes against me. Her pussy milks my throbbing dick, bringing on my own orgasm. “Holy fuck!” I strain through gritted teeth. My orgasm hits me with a force so strong I nearly lose all ability to remain standing.
Unable to hold myself up any longer, I pull out and fall on the bed beside her. We both lie still for a few seconds to catch our breath.
After my head starts to come out of its dizzy fog, I turn to her. “Phoebe, I’m sorry but after that”—I gulp, my voice still hoarse—“I can’t allow you to leave. You’re gonna have to stay here and become my sex slave.”
She doesn’t look at me but a smile forms on the corner of her lips. “We have a deal as long as you put me on your shoulders against the wall again.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice, but first, let’s get this dress off. I need to see all of you.”
PHOEBE
I haven’t had many sex partners in my life, but Blue is hands down the best I’ve ever had.
After our second round of him sitting me on his shoulders against the wall, he carries me to the bed and gently lays me down up by the headboard. He crawls on the bed like a predator coming in for the kill. His blue eyes darken a shade and his eyelids lower with lust as he approaches me. His stare is so intense he has me on the edge as I anticipate what his next move will be.
“Now that I’ve fucked you,” he growls, “I’m going to make sweet love to you,” he says right before he begins leaving delicate kisses from my ankles up to my inner thighs.
He nuzzles his nose right above my opening and makes a deep, throaty moan. It’s enough to make my lady parts tingle then ache. They ache for him. Ache to feel all of him. To fill me. To flood me with inner bliss.
My need for him to crawl inside my body strengthens as he trails kisses over my abdomen then up to my breasts. As soon as he latches onto my nipple, my hands rake through his hair and then press him into my chest.
He reaches around and takes both of my wrists in his grasp and pins them above my head. “Take me however you want me, Blue,” I whisper then gasp as he grazes his teeth over my sensitive tips.
When he makes his way up to the base of my neck, my wet nipples perk from the cool air. They beg for the warmth of his mouth to stroke over them again and again.
Apparently he has other plans for his mouth. He begins kissing under and around my ear, then his tongue starts from the tender spot behind my ear all the way along my neck until he’s tasting every square inch of my lips. I open my mouth and greet his tongue with my own. While he continues, I hear the crinkling of foil and I know he’s about to make true on his word.
He slips his tongue through my lips, and I suck on it as if my life depends on it to survive. He groans in my mouth and presses his hips against me. “Open your legs for me, Phoebe,” he mumbles into my mouth.
I do as he says, and he then grinds his hard cock against my pelvis, making sure to hit my clit perfectly each time. “Please,” I beg. For what, I don’t know. I need him in me. I need release. I need to feel that heavenly high again.
As he pushes against me, I lift my hips to catch his hardness at the right moment. Without much effort to align us up just right, he slides in slowly. “Look at me,” he demands as he glides in and out with leisurely movements.
Not realizing my eyes are closed, I open them and stare at him in hopes of getting a glimpse of his soul while he’s most vulnerable.
Keeping true to his promise, he makes sweet love to me until our bodies are drenched in sweat, has kissed me into oblivion, and brought me multiple orgasms. Knowing I’m more than sated, his thrusts speed up until he jerks one more time, ending with a thick groan. His grip on my fingers loosens, and his head drops into the crook of my neck. His chest rises and falls with each heavy breath, and I swear I can feel his heart beat in sync with mine.
I cradle his head and run my fingers repeatedly through the short and long strands of his now damp hair. “Alpha Blue is a hot little specimen,” I say behind a smile.
“There’s nothing little about Alpha Blue,” he mumbles in my neck.
“Oh geez, what is it about you guys thinking everything has to be so big? As long as the woman is pleased, what does it matter?”
He perks his head up. “Were you pleased?”
I tilt my head to the side and give him a hard stare. “Seriously? After having the most orgasms at one time than I’ve ever had in my life you’re going to ask me something so absurd?”
He drops his head on my chest and mumbles against my breast. The vibration from his voice causes my nipples to pucker. “Staahhp, you’re causing my head to swell. It’s so heavy I can no longer lift it.”
“Exactly which head are we talking about? Because I see a double meaning behind that comment,” I ask with a giggle.
He answers me by bumping his erection against my thigh.
I shake my head in disbelief. “Are you for real? How are you ready to go again?”
He lifts his head to look at me and shrugs. “I don’t know. I just am. I guess when I have someone as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside lying naked beneath me, I can’t help it.”
I go from playing with his hair to drawing patterns on his back. The sense of him holding me is something I never realized has been missing from my life. It’s been so long since I’ve had a steady boyfriend I forgot what it feels like to be wanted. To be caressed. To feel special. To feel whole. Most importantly, to feel alive.
Jokingly, I say, “I bet every girl you’ve screwed has heard that exact same line.”
He jerks up and rolls over to his side, supporting himself on his elbow. He looks at me dead serious. “Besides Molly, I’ve never told a girl in my life she was beautiful, so when I say it to you, know it’s true.”
My heart literally skips a beat.
He continues staring at me, causing warmth to spread into my cheeks. My brave badge disappears, leaving me the first to look away.
His hand touches my face, and he lifts my chin up to look at him again. His thumb lightly rubs over my lips. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he says then leans up to leave a gentle kiss on my lips.
“Oh, I’m not,” I say, trying to act like I’m not affected by him.
He laughs. “Yeah, you could’ve fooled me with those rosy cheeks you’re sporting.”
“Pffttt, I’m still flushed from our sexcapade, that’s all.” I scoot down the bed and step off for a bathroom break. He sits on the edge of the bed and removes the condom then ties it in a knot. Looking around, I don’t see any doors other than the one we came in. “Um, Blue, where’s your bathroom?”
“Over there behind the door,” he replies, pointing to the wooden box in the corner of his room.
As I slide the door open, I close my eyes, afraid to see what awaits me on the othe
r side. Walking in, I peek just a little and am pleasantly surprised and relieved to find a clean toilet and shower. I frown as I notice there’s no sink to wash my hands. Oh well, I guess I’ll have to use the one in the kitchen.
When I walk out, Blue is leaning up against the wall outside the bathroom with his arms crossed over his chest in nothing but his birthday suit. I stop, unable to move, and gawk long enough to absorb every inch of defined muscle that makes up his perfectly built anatomy. It takes all the effort I can muster to not attack him like a sex-crazed animal. When have I ever turned into a sex fiend?
“See something you like?” he asks, lifting one eyebrow with a cocky smirk playing on his lips.
“Maybe,” I say, smiling as I sashay by him to the kitchen sink. I may have put a little too much sass in my step.
I hear the accordion scrape against the tracks as Blue closes it behind him. Like his bathroom, the tiny kitchen is clean and not a single dirty dish is lying around. I turn the water on and squirt a big glob of soap in my hand. While the water runs, I sing the Happy Birthday song in my head like I always do so I know I’m washing my hands the adequate time recommended.
Lost in my little world of acting like a kid, I jump when warm arms wrap around my waist and a hard, naked hot body presses up against the back of mine. “I’m pretty sure those hands are clean enough to perform surgery,” Blue says, his lips brushing along the shell of my ear.
“Cleanliness is next to godliness,” I say then finish the last of the song in my head. Once I’m done rinsing them off, I tell him, “Your turn.”
His mouth is on my neck, nipping and biting, which leaves cold chills in its wake. “I’m busy,” he growls as he continues to kiss over to the other side of my neck.
With my hands still wet, I reach down, grab his hands from my waist, and place them under the water. I take another big squirt of soap and slowly work up a rich lather on his hands, massaging the pads with a pleasurable amount of pressure. Making sure I’m precise with my sanitation skills, I glide my fingers up and down his, giving each one special attention. My brain is clouded with so many carnal thoughts. I’m unable to concentrate long enough to sing the stupid song anymore. Who knew a simple gesture can be so erotic?
