Conceited

by T. L Smith

  We sit in silence for a long while as I stare at Annabelle, and when I look back up El is asleep. My heartrate picks up because I don’t want to wake her, but I also don’t want to be left with a baby. Just as I try to work out what to do, the door opens and Creed walks in. His eyes slam into me before they fall to El asleep on the bed. I don’t know what to do because I don’t want to walk with her in my arms, I don’t trust myself, so I stay exactly where I am waiting for him to take her.

  “Ariel’s back, I heard?” he asks, walking over to me. He’s clean-shaven and he smells like Creed, not a bum who hasn’t moved from the hospital for days.

  “She is.”

  Creed’s eyes fall to Annabelle in my arms then back to me. “What are you going to do about it?”

  “What do you mean?”

  He’s close enough that he could take his daughter from my arms but he doesn’t.

  “You have a plan, right? Or do you plan to just try and sleep with her?”

  “I was going with fucking her.”

  He shakes his head and takes Annabelle from my arms, and it looks so natural to see him holding her, like he was born to do it. But Creed wasn’t born for that, he has a dark side to him. It’s what made me like him in the first place. He wasn’t like the other kids at school, he was quiet and reserved, but he paid close attention to detail.

  “So, a woman you’ve wanted for how long?” he asks, and I shrug my shoulders. “All you want to do is fuck her?”

  “Yep.”

  He shakes his head, placing the baby back in her crib before he walks to El who’s still asleep. He pulls the blanket covering her and tucks her in.

  “I was once scared like you. Funny thing, that is.”

  I don’t reply to his words, merely turn and walk out as I feel his stare hit squarely in my back.

  6

  Ariel ‘Raven’

  “Ariel.”

  “What?”

  “Ariel,” Chad yells again. He knows I’m putting on a face mask and drinking my favorite bottle of Moscato while I listen to the Spice Girls. Hey, don’t judge me. It’s how I wind down after a long day. Grabbing the bottle in my hand, I walk out to where Chad’s yelling. He’s standing at the front door, holding it open.

  “I was about to start playing with BOB, you had to interrupt,” I scorn him.

  His eyes go wide, and he starts laughing hard while doubling over. Walking closer, I give him a puzzled look.

  What the hell?

  “Oh, God.”

  “Not God, Raven, just Falcon.”

  Falcon stands at my door with his hands on either side of the doorway, his muscles pressing against his shirt as he stares at me. My eyes scan him then land on Chad, who stands, shaking his head and wiping the tears from his face.

  “Should I tell him who BOB is, or will you?”

  I can feel Falcon’s eyes on me, and I try my hardest not to cringe in embarrassment.

  “Have I come at a bad time?” Falcon asks, his smile big, but he’s also looking behind me to see if he can find someone else.

  “What are you looking for?”

  “BOB, who you wanted to play with. Though, I can play games just as good as anyone. Better, even.”

  “Oh, BOB wouldn’t be happy about that.”

  I want to throw my bottle at Chad’s head. I hit him with my meanest stare, promising I will get him back for this, when he finally relents. “BOB is her vibrator. You’re welcome,” Chad says walking off.

  It takes me two long breaths to look up at Falcon, and when I do, the smile on his face is etched on. So much so I’m afraid it might be permanent.

  “I can be your BOB for the night, if you wish.”

  My hand touches the door and I slam it in his face. I’m not fast enough to lock it, though, and he pushes it open, his hands crossed over his chest as he watches me. “I’ll take that as a no?”

  “How did you find out where I live?”

  “How come you have shit on your face?”

  My free hand reaches up and touches my face. Fuck! I forgot I had the face mask still on.

  “I’m hoping it will repel manwhores.”

  “Not working.” He steps in without me inviting him in. “Show me your room.”

  “How about you getting lost.”

  He leans down, he’s taller than me, I’ve always liked that fact. I like looking up at him, and I always wondered what he sees when he gazes down at me.

  “Your words hurt me, so now show me your room.” He pushes himself in and shuts the door behind him leaving me no choice, and I know he won’t go until he gets what he wants. He’s always been like that, strong-willed. I reluctantly walk to my room and stand at the door trying to block him from getting inside.

  “You’ve seen it, now if you don’t mind I have things to do, so you can leave.” My hands go to his chest to push him back, and that’s my first mistake. I shouldn’t have done that because now I know what he feels like under that shirt he has on, and does he ever feel good. Fuck! How I’ve missed the feel of a man under my hands.

  “Raven.” His nickname for me falls from his lips as he pushes my hair back away from my face. How long have I been standing holding his chest for? Instantly, I drop my hands and step into my room to put a little distance between us, but he simply follows me straight in, not listening to me when I told him to leave. I go immediately to the bathroom and slam the door behind me, making sure I lock it so he can’t come in. Quickly, I rinse the mask off my face and then dry it. I take a few deep breaths and prepare myself for him to still be in my room.

  Opening the door, I find him sitting on my bed holding a photo. It’s the one that sits by my bedside. It’s Tracey and me when we graduated school, I love it. Not just because it resembles someone I used to be, but it also shows how much love we have for each other. Tracey is like a sister to me, even if we grew apart. She’ll always be my best friend in this life, and I’m sure into the next as well.

  “You two aren’t as close as you used to be. It used to be impossible to see her without you,” Falcon says placing the photo down.

  “People grow up, and apart.”

  He shakes his head. “You two were closer than the four of my friends. We didn’t grow apart.”

  He’s right, we were.

  “Why are you here, Falcon?”

  He stands from my bed and looks around again. I have notepads everywhere, pens and pencils scattered as well. You never know when you might need to write something down. I want to excel in my career, so I try to do everything possible to make sure I have writing instruments permanently around me in case inspiration hits.

  “You can’t hate me that much, can you?” The corner of his mouth lifts as he waits for an answer.

  “You embarrassed me, humiliated me.”

  He shakes his head. “No, clearly your drunk ass remembers that night wrong.”

  I cross my hands over my chest. “It doesn’t matter, you’re a whore and you always will be. I don’t fuck manwhores.”

  “But you could let one fuck you.”

  I balk at his comment, he has no shame. “You’re trying awfully hard for a fuck, Falcon. Tell me… have you ever had to try this hard before?”

  He steps away from the bed and comes closer. His hands don’t touch me as he circles me, but I can feel his heavy breathing all over my skin which I know he’s doing on purpose. “No, and it’s making me irritated, to say the least. So, how about you put me out of my misery and lay on that bed naked?”

  Hot breath meet neck.

  A shiver breaks through, and I manage to step forward, he follows and stays where he is behind me as we both face the bed.

  “How about you get undressed first.”

  “You’re playing with fire, Raven.”

  “Scared, Falcon?”

  He steps away from me and circles back until he’s in front of me, behind him is my bed. He reaches for his shirt and starts to undo the buttons. When the last one is loose, his shirt opens ju
st briefly. I can see the hint of a tattoo on his chest and my fingers are itching to reach out and run along the perfect curves.

  “Your turn,” he says, removing it completely. His chest is a work of art and I want to run my tongue along all his edges to see what parts taste different. “Who would have thought you could be quiet.”

  I manage to look up at him. He’s smiling. He knows what he’s doing to me and it makes him happy. Two can play this game. I have on an old dress, and under it are my swimmers. I planned to shower after my swim and face mask. And I still do, but first I want to play with Falcon.

  My hands grip my old dress and pull, the cold air hits my legs and I peek up to see him watching me with intent. The dress comes off easily and leaves only my favorite red two-piece bathing suit, which shows way too much cleavage but also looks fabulous on me.

  “Quiet, Falcon?” I throw his words back at him.

  He manages to look me in the eyes and smile. “Now, if I could just get you to remove that we could have some fun.”

  I fake a yawn and reach for my dress, covering myself up. “Oh, look at that…” I look at my wrist and smile, “… time’s up. Thanks for stopping by, let’s not do this again.”

  His smile drops and he looks at me like I’m joking, but I’m not. My hands pick up his shirt and place it against his chest as I push him back to the door.

  “You’re one cruel woman, Raven. So fucking cruel.” He doesn’t make it hard to push him to the front door, I think he actually enjoys having my hands on him. Just as I go to close the door, his hands wrap around my waist and he pulls me flush against him. I can feel him between my legs and I gasp.

  “Next time I won’t let you get away so easily. Maybe my BOB wants to play, too.” He winks, letting me go, and I almost fall to a puddle on the floor. Managing to shut the door, I collapse against it. I’m still there, holding my dress in my hands when Chad walks out.

  “I know you’re trying to hate him and all, but at least do the world a favor and fuck the shit out of that man. I could feel the sexual tension from the next room.”

  I throw my dress at him. “You couldn’t have lied and said I wasn’t here,” I berate him, still not moving from the floor.

  “No, when he saw me, he looked like he may have wanted to kill me. Then I told him I was gay, and he smiled and asked for you. How do you resist that man, is my question?” Chad fans his face.

  “You’re a totally sucky friend, you know.”

  He laughs walking away. “I’m awesome. Just trying to help the puss get some dick because clearly its owner isn’t.”

  I flip him off, but he turns around before he can see it.

  Now, I know I’m going to bed, dreaming about that body pressed against mine and everything it can do. I have no doubt he would rock my world in the bedroom. I had heard many stories of him doing so in high school and I have no doubt he’s only gotten better with years of practice.

  Maybe if I moved away, that might help.

  7

  Falcon

  Even seeing her in bathers has my cock rock hard. Fuck. It reacts to thinking she was naked, and she wasn’t. But that doesn’t mean I couldn’t see every outline of her body, even to the ink on the side of her stomach. It proves that we’re meant to be—in terms of fucking, that is. Why won’t she let me in? It couldn’t possibly be from that one night all those years ago. I looked after her and put her into bed when she was rotten drunk. Who else would do that? Tracey was passed out, so she sure as shit wouldn’t.

  “You’re back already?” The owner of the club we frequent comes up to me. We have an understanding about doing business here.

  “Not for business, pleasure.”

  He smiles. “Well, in that case, let me introduce you to some people.” He starts walking while speaking into his headset and I contemplate not following him, because I really, really want to get fucking laid. My cock is straining my fucking trousers. Turning, he holds open a door. Walking in, I see a few women sitting, laughing, holding drinks in hand. Three of them in total.

  “All three are at your service, as a thank you for all your business.” He closes the door as he walks out. One woman with blonde hair stands, her smile’s mischievous as she walks toward me. Her fingers brush the front of my jacket, and she purrs, purrs loudly as she starts circling me.

  “I could just eat you up, would you like that?”

  I don’t have to tell her what to do. Clearly she’s used to being in control. She licks her lips before she drops to her knees and undoes the button on my trousers, then pulls my cock free with her hand. I look down, watch her fingers tipped in fake nails wrap around my cock—my cock that’s already straining, no thanks to Ariel—before her mouth comes close. Her lips touch the tip and I almost buckle. Closing my eyes is not an option as one other lady stands and starts to walk toward me.

  “No, undress.”

  She does so without asking why. Women who are obedient are what I like—just fuck and go. No clinginess afterwards is exactly what I need. The other woman stands as well while the blonde on the floor licks the tip of my already hard cock.

  “You, too.”

  One woman on the floor, her hand and lips on my cock, then two women undressing right in front of me. What more could a man ask for?

  “Now kiss her, then fuck her with your tongue.”

  They don’t hesitate, and the blonde on the floor takes my cock into her mouth. She’s good, so good that I close my eyes for just a second. Only a second. When I open them, the girls are pushing away from their kiss, their hands touching each other’s bodies.

  “Don’t be shy, fuck her.”

  The one who seems to be taking the initiative lays her hands on the other girl’s belly before she walks them down to her pussy. They stare at each other before her fingers slowly, ever so teasingly, insert themselves.

  Looking down, I watch the blonde who’s currently sucking my cock like her life depends on it cupping my balls. Her eyes are closed, and her head moves fast, but nothing is happening, not even when I look up at the two other girls kissing and finger fucking each other.

  “Taste her.”

  One moves to her knees and does just that. I watch as her tongue licks the folds of the other woman’s pussy, making her moan. My cock twitches but there’s nothing, only my cock’s hardness remains.

  Reaching down, my hands touch the blonde’s hair and I thread them through it, pulling and making her go even faster, as my eyes stay glued on the two women fucking in front of me.

  A few seconds later the blonde stops, lifts her head and rubs her mouth. “Would you prefer one of the others?” She looks back and stretches out her jaw.

  I pull my trousers up and shake my head.

  What the actual fuck? Not once have I ever not gotten off with a beautiful woman at my cock. Especially one that had her mouth wrapped around it so perfectly.

  “You don’t want to play? We heard you like to play,” one of the girls says.

  I don’t pay attention as I make my way out the door.

  The owner is standing there smiling. “To your liking?”

  Not bothering to answer him, I walk straight out the door and call her number.

  She answers, which surprises me. “Yeah.” She sounds sleepy.

  “It’s all your fault. The blonde sucking my cock just now couldn’t get me off. Your… fucking… fault.”

  Quietness takes over the cell.

  “What…”

  I go to speak but she cuts me off before I can.

  “Did you leave here and go and get your cock sucked?”

  Well, when she puts it that way. “Yes. And even had two chicks fucking in front of me, and not once did it get me off. I blame you.”

  “You’re actually ringing me now to tell me after, mind you, you just tried fucking me, that you went and got your cock sucked while what? Two other women fucked in front of you?”

  “Yes, now you see my problem.”

  “Falcon.”


  “Yes.”

  “If you ever try to come in contact with me again, I will cut your cock off, and not cleanly.”

  “Is that a promise?”

  “Huh?”

  “So, you’ll touch it?” I ask in hope, my cock becoming even harder at the thought.

  The cell goes silent and when I pull it away, I notice she’s hung up on me. At least I got a promise she’ll touch it, that’s an improvement right there if I’ve ever heard it.

  Cock, meet Ariel.

  Soon to be touching you.

  “Have you forgotten how to work?” Darby asks throwing a folder at my head. It falls to the floor as he sets foot in my home. He walks inside and sits on my couch in my living room making himself comfortable.

  “What the fuck.” I pick it up and make sure I didn’t leave anything anywhere. I may be slightly OCD when it comes to my place. It has to be in working order, and everything has a place, except Darby. He doesn’t have a place. Lord fucking knows why he’s here.

  “I’ll repeat, have you forgotten how to work? You aren’t pulling an Echo on me now, are you?”

  “An Echo?”

  He shakes his head, kicks his feet up on my coffee table and smiles as I glare at him.

  “You know, forget where you work?” I look at him, confused. “We had a meeting last night.”

  Oh fuck, see, she’s already fucking with my head, so much so I forgot a really important meeting.

  “I was busy.”

  “I don’t believe it, you never forget, and you’re never late. It’s a trait in you I find appealing. Actually, it’s the only thing about you I like.”

  I walk over and kick his feet off my coffee table. He smiles knowing that’s the exact reaction he’d get from me.

  “I’m amazing, you all adore me.”

  “Your head is so far up your ass you miss the truth.”

  “What happened with the meeting?” I ask, getting off the topic of my ass considering he may get jealous of it. It’s the best-looking ass in this city.

  “A client you were meant to recruit, happened to speak to a newspaper about how he met you. Then proceeded to tell everything he knew about the place, including other made-up shit. Which I might add is hearsay because he’s never actually been into the place.”