by M R Field
Pausing for a moment, I look back at him as he stares at me, waiting for me to deliver my final blow. “She was more of a mother to me than you were ever a father. She taught me love, compassion, and everything that you failed to teach. Her words were not hollow. They were filled with life. Life that her daughter, Trinity, carries with her every day. You will never speak ill of either of them again. In fact, don’t speak to me at all.”
By the time I arrive at my dorm, Trinity’s voicemail has picked up each of the six times I’ve called. My jaw clenches in frustration as I pace the floor of my room, desperate to reach the one person left in my life who means something.
I fetch the sketchpad from my desk and begin to draw a story that has been unfurling in my mind. As the ink moves into shapes and edges, I begin the process of apologizing for the bullshit of my past whilst begging for her to forgive me. Each scene is a canvas so filled with hope. With every painful thought I launch across the page, I hope to bring her back to me. Back before his poison wrecked me.
As each scene forms, I moronically chuckle, thinking of how my father would react to me “drawing.” I continue to draw in spite of him. To set myself free. As I fill the page, an image of a fierce dragon conjures itself in my mind, and I move the pen from the page to my forearm. The dragon awakens at the fire and passion I pour into it, igniting a breath of life.
All the while, I wait for my father to call. To make me apologise for being the disrespectful son.
He doesn’t.
No contact.
Until this month. Five years. Five fucking years, and now what?
I blink as a small set of flicking fingers clicks in front of my face. Trin’s luminous eyes stare at me in concern as I shake the last part of that memory away.
“Sorry,” I smile. “Talking about dear old father tends to have me taking a nap.”
Her hand opens as she taps my cheek. “Sure, sunshine. I call bullshit. I’m heading home next weekend to visit my dad if you want to join me—no pressure, though. Booked my flights so I don’t have to sit in a car for a day wondering why the same type of fucking tree keeps passing by. Now, for the sake of not talking about that piece of work, let’s discuss more important matter—like dessert. Mmm crème brûlée.” Picking up the dessert menu from the side of the table, she turns it over in her small hand to read from it.
“Sure.” I grin, leaning forward. “I wouldn’t mind something sweet. But I can think of something else I’d rather have for dessert that’s not on the menu.”
Her eyes stop reading as they flash at me in excitement.
“Nutella pizza from in town,” I suggest, watching closely as the excitement in her eyes dulls for a moment before she smiles.
“Sounds better than crème brûlée.”
“Eaten from on top of your body,” I taunt, standing up to retrieve my jacket. Her arms straighten in front of her as she lets the menu fall onto the table.
“Please,” she scoffs, standing to get her bag. Walking around to face me, she leans up to whisper in my ear, “I have the three-kilo bucket of Nutella in my pantry. We don’t need the pizza.” Her hand taps my hip as she sashays towards the cashier. I follow her as she leans up on the counter to order our bill I missed her too much these few weeks. This is what we are. Effortless. How it should be.
I walk behind her at the counter and whisper, “Maybe next time, but we’re not going to your place tonight.”
A grin lines her lips as I step to the side of her. “No Nutella makes for an unhappy camper.” Her head tilts to the side as she taps the bench top. I put my hand on top of hers and shake my head.
“I’ll pay.” I gently push her hand to the side, she narrows her eyes at me. “You can do the next time.” She huffs and rolls her eyes. She knows that I won’t let her do that either.
Once the bill is paid, we move to the entrance where we are farewelled by a waitress.
“So nice to see a young and in-love couple these days.” The manager smiles as we pass her.
Trinity stiffens beside me, as she quickly corrects her, “No, sorry. We’re just friends. Really good friends.”
Yeah, I think as the rock of disappointment sinks in the pit of my stomach. Friends who fuck.
I clutch Trinity’s hand and walk her swiftly out the door and into the cool night air. The tension between us begins to rise as I march towards my bike. Just friends. My mind repeats the words over and over. I know that’s what we’re meant to be, but surely she can feel there is something more? How can she not when everyone can see it?
Unlocking the helmets from the caddy, I toss one to Trinity before slamming mine on. Calm down, dickhead. You’re acting out like a toddler.
“Ok-ay,” she muses. “In a rush, I see. The Nutella will still be there when we get back.”
Screw the Nutella. If I have to fuck the friends out of her, I will.
She flicks her tongue across her labret quickly, and my pulse quickens. Her eyes twinkle in mischief as I track every movement of those lips. A sensation jostles in my stomach as she continues the assault, running the tip of her tongue slowly along her bottom lip, sending a jolt straight to my groin. I know how good her tongue feels along my cock. I have felt that tongue trace almost every crevice of my body bar my lips. I stop watching her tongue and look to my boots for a moment as the excitement turns to a pang of unease, as it does every time we’re together. Our lips never meet. Not from Trin’s lack of trying. Instead, my stubborn self regresses back to that time when we were sixteen.
I blink that memory away, eager to get her to my place and in my bed. She is just as beautiful bound to a bed as she is free. The thought of her nails tearing along my spine almost tempts me to break every road rule to get home, but I won’t—just. Instead, I begin to plan. I want precision and control while savouring each moment. The short distance apart from her is enough to have me kicking myself for being so foolish. It’s time to show Trinity that this is not just a friendship. It’s a necessity. We belong together.
I lift my leg over the bike and crank the ignition, tilting my head to motion for her to get on. Time to ride, in more ways than one.
“Your tough exterior, isn’t always going to protect that fragile heart of yours. Tread carefully.”
Love, M
TRINITY
The bike roars beneath us. My pulse accelerates with every twist of the throttle. The wind cools against my skin under the edge of my helmet as we ride along the freeway, whizzing past the traffic that shadows us.
Theo takes me along the streets, determined to reach his place sooner rather than later. The tightening of my arms around his waist causes him to shift beneath my grip, his abs tightening. He’s on a mission, and so help us, move, traffic, fucking move. Hurry, Theo.
We arrive finally at the entrance to his apartment. He bought this building two years ago and has busted his arse to rebuild it. From outside, the worn bricks give it that dirty, edgy feeling. Inside, it is an artist’s dream.
He clicks the remote button on his keychain, and the corrugated-iron roller door begins to rise. He decided to leave the original door and attach it to a metal frame to complement the outer structure. As the door rises, I feel him straighten, and my grip naturally tightens, eager to hold on to him. I know he’s just as excited as I am. He rolls his bike into the foyer, across the original concrete floor that existed here. Low-beam lights surround our feet so as not to show the outside world what inside looks like. I remember him explaining how the lights worked a while back, but my mind didn’t give two shits about that right now.
As the door closes, the internal sensors flick on, flooding the bottom floor of the building with light. I dismount and unbuckle my helmet, and Theo climbs off after me. Our helmets are haphazardly thrown on the floor. His hand cuts through the tension-filled air to find my own, pulling me along the polished concrete floors of his lounge. He marches over to the left where the steel staircase is, the one that I deliberately asked him to copy for my own warehouse. I
have memories from that staircase and banister. Good, hot, memories.
The polished floor has flecks of blues and reds that blast through it as we hurry up the stairs. Our heavy breathing is the only internal noise that I hear while trams outside trundle past. His hand tightens in mine as the last few steps are taken onto the top landing. My heart thumps with each stride. We swing a hard right past the study and bathroom and head into his bedroom. Theo lets go of my hand to suddenly block me from walking in any farther. His hard body turns in front of me, and my face flushes in anticipation. His strong hands reach forward and lift my bag over my shoulder and toss it at my feet. He raises his hands to grasp my shoulders to face him.
“Do you want to play?” Theo squeezes my shoulders slightly.
I feel a small tickle in my abdomen. I bite my lip as my eyes follow his forearms down to his shoulders and chest. A small smirk lines his perfect lips. Those lips that I yearn to kiss, but I know he’ll reject me should I try.
“Do I have a choice?” I tilt my head, raising my eyebrow in a silent challenge.
“Always.” His dark green eyes bore into mine, and I know that he could tie me naked to a moving bus and I’d be fine with it. I have already discovered that his Boy Scout knots for the bind and grind are pretty fucking spectacular.
“Then …—I focus on his stare—“… you know I wanna play.”
I turn my head towards his hand on my shoulder and brush my lips across his thumb. His breath hitches like I knew it would. If he moves his thumb to my pulse, he’d know I was feeling the same anticipation. My heart pounds for his next move.
“Hard or soft?” His thumb rubs across my collarbone and my nipples ache, wanting his hand to go lower.
“I get a choice?” I push my chest out slowly, hoping to drop a hint.
“Just one.” He rubs both hands over my chest and stops just below my breasts before curving around them, leaving me to ache for him more. His hands drop to my hips, squeezing them before pulling my body flush against his.
“Surprise me.” I rub my crotch against his before his hands go behind me to cup under my arse and lift me up against his hips. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I squeal, feeling the moment sizzle between us before his playing really starts. In just a few quick strides, he puts me down at the foot of his bed and sits on the edge of it. My feet totter for a moment before I regain my balance.
“Strip.” His voice deepens as he leans back, running both hands down his thighs to rest them on his knees.
I play coy for a moment by reaching for the hem of my shirt and, as my hand tilts to drag it up my body, I release my fingers to bring them up to the side of my face and retrieve my earring. I know he’ll pay me back for teasing him, and leaving my shirt on, but it’ll be so worth it. I tilt my head to the other side and collect the other one before sashaying over to his bedside table. They chink against the wooden top as I reach down and pull open his “fun times” drawer before strolling back to stand in front of him. I want him to know that I’m all in. Now, it’s up to him to decide.
“I don’t believe I asked you to move or touch that.” His head tilts back towards the drawer as he intensely stares at me.
I giggle before letting my fingers pull the soft material of my shirt up my body and over my head. I twirl it into the air before flinging it on the armchair in the corner.
“I just wanted to make sure that you’ve got your game face ready to go,” I quip, unclicking my bra as I run my finger along the edge of the black lace. I fling it over to the side as his stern face watches my cheekiness. I kick off my shoes and flick them across the room while my hand unclips the top button of my pants. I shimmy my jeans down my legs, and am about to slide my undies down when his deep voice punctures the air.
“They stay on.”
Standing in front of him, I cross my arms in front of my crotch, my feet jittery on the spot. Moments pass where he blatantly stares at me. I feel his gaze roll across my skin in a seductive caress that makes my knees wobble. Theo stands and takes a step closer to me, his eyes continuing to roam my body. Moving to my side and bending, I feel his warm breath against my shoulder. I continue to face forward as he steps behind me, out of sight. I know his eyes are trailing up the curves of my back, down past my black boy shorts to my ankles and back up to my neck. Each gaze causes a prickle to rush across my back, causing my hips to sway slightly.
“Stand still.” He lowers his voice, and my thighs quiver. I clench my hands to quiet the rush that fills my blood, to try subdue my desire for him to touch me.
His face reaches the side of my cheek as he whispers in my ear, “Easy, firecracker. We’ve only just started.” My cheek leans towards the sound of his voice while his lips move to the edge of my ear. “I have plans for you yet.”
I swallow and close my eyes, using the sound of his breathing to mirror my own. I rub my thighs together and feel the dampness between them. His body is a hairsbreadth from mine. The heat from his chest transfers to my back as he moves his torso down the edge of my hip until his knees hit the floor by my feet.
“Keep your eyes closed,” Theo orders while his fingers whisper between my ankles, slowly pushing my feet apart more. He turns his hands completely around to cup my lower calves while pressing his thumb to the base of my leg. His fingers extend and straighten on my calves as he moves them up the backs of my legs, gently yet ever-so-slowly. A slight tickle from his fingertips lingers against the edge of my skin, causing my hip to tighten and curve outwards.
Theo continues to run his fingers up my leg slowly as I feel them turn until they reach under the hem of my underwear. The cotton of his shirt brushes against the backs of my thighs while he rests his thumb under the elastic and squeezes under my bottom. I want him to tuck his thumb under the cotton and rub against my wet clit, but his hands remain against my skin. Unmoving. My core clenches involuntarily, knowing full well the power that his fingers will have once they’re inside me.
“I was going to make you come on my bed, but after that little dance right there, I’ve changed my mind.” He shifts behind me and releases the grip on my calves to run his hands down my legs, sending more shivers to my feet. Theo’s hot breath whispers against my calf, and he runs his lips against my feverish flesh, causing my toes to curl. My fingers press into my palms as I try to rein in the uncontrollable urge to lift my feet off the ground. His palms recommence gliding up my legs while his soft lips trail after them. By the time he reaches my underwear, I’m soaked and panting for his touch. Theo moves his hands to my hips to tighten his grip, holding me upright. He breathes sharply between the juncture of my thighs, and I arch my back towards him and gasp loudly, the slap of his breath a direct hit on my already quivering nerves.
He chuckles against my skin, causing my legs to open slightly, wanting those lips closer to my aching clit. His thumbs trace along the underside of my buttocks, curving below to move between my legs. The damp cotton of my underwear is shifted inwards while he tucks both thumbs beneath me, running them along the edges of my pussy. His hands turn inwards and out, tracing along the edge as I internally beg for him to tear my undies off and plunge his fingers inside me.
Instead, I stand, restless, while his fingers continue to torment me, moving closer to my opening before moving away to trace along my crevices. My buttocks clench, the heat of his breath against the back of my thigh charges against my trembling skin with each wet stroke of his tongue. Theo runs his lips in a seductive kiss as his tongue flicks alongside my flesh. His lips move closer to the apex of my thighs, his breath leading the way to my swollen core that hungers for his fingers to finally touch it. I feel his tongue dart out to trace my underwear, and I lean into his touch.
His thumbs then shift to move to my core. Fucking finally! He traces my cunt. He weaves his hand across my clit, bunching my underwear to the centre to dip inside me. His arms push my legs farther apart as he dips his face deep into me, his tongue leading to lap at my aching core as I tilt my head back and moan l
oudly through each stroke. My legs tremble as I struggle to stand, swaying on the edge of my feet, my pussy tightening against his assault.
He feasts on me like a starved animal, his thumbs pressing in and out of me in a frenzied dance. I feel my pussy begin to throb, as I’m close. So close. He sucks on my lips hard before withdrawing, his fingers grasping the sides of my underwear to wrench the material down my legs. I growl in frustration as he stands and pushes me forward stopping us by the edge of his bed, his heat at my back. His hand grips my right hip, pulling me towards him. His teeth nip at my neck as he asks, “You want me, firecracker?”
“Yes, yes, please.”
“You ready for me, firecracker?” He nips against my earlobe again, and I shiver. My shoulders are stiff from aching for him.
“Yes! For fuck’s sake, just fuck me already!”
He chuckles and steps back, grasping my hip in his right hand and pushing me forward to lean against the edge of his bed. “Because you asked nicely.”
He grasps my hip in one hand, and his other lowers his zip as he positions my pussy in front of him. Grabbing my hair, he pulls it back towards him, thrusting his hard cock inside me. I clutch the bedspread in front of me, crying out loud as he continues to rock into me, one thrust after another. I feel him plunge into my body’s edge, the piercing in his cock rubbing against my walls as each stroke renders me speechless. I clench him while he thrusts, our pants the only noise heard in the room until his hand tightens on my hip and he roars, “This cunt is mine.”
He thrusts as I tilt back into him, my hips jacking forward with him eager to reach my orgasm.
He slaps the side of my arse as he yells, “Isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I gasp, clutching the edge of the bedspread as I feel my orgasm approaching.
“Hold it,” he orders, powering through my body as his fingers dig into my side. The heat begins to rise farther within me as his unrelenting thrusts take over. “Now, come now, honey.” His voice stutters, and on command, I catapult into euphoria, my core clenching and throbbing as I moan through each stroke to release. His movements slow gradually as he groans, filling me.
