by HJ Bellus
“Okay, Okay,” Trip said in a nervous, but anxious tone.
“You also have to promise to finger bang me every time I wash your hair.”
“You are such a naughty little hairdresser,” Tripp hissed out as he pulled me down onto his lap.
“I always end up right here in your lap. It is the strangest thing.”
“It’s where you belong and don’t forget it,” Tripp said, and then bit down on my neck.
He whirled us around and he was now facing the mirror. His reaction gave away nothing. Minutes passed and nothing from him. My god! It was the hottest fucking cut I had ever given and no reaction from the jackwagon.
“What the hell? Do you like it?”
The asshole didn’t answer. He only continued to stare in the mirror at his new hair and I could only wonder what was buzzing around in the highway of his mind. Tripp was a thinker and a very brilliant man, so something was going on.
“It’s been over three hundred and eighty-two days since I had my hair actually cut and you give me a faux hawk.”
“It’s a faux hawk with a spunky whip to it, and you pull it off like no other.”
“I am pretty fucking hot,” Tripp said as he craned his head to check out all angles of the cut.
“Calm it down there, cowboy. Let’s just put it this way…I’d do ya.”
“Thanks, Princess.”
Chapter 5
Burrito Slap
Lacey
Milly: Hey Hoochie! Can you babysit tonight?
Lacey: Cree or the babies?
Milly: The babies shitdip!
Lacey: Maybe….
Milly: Cree has a business dinner and I want to go
Lacey: You know I will bitch! What time?
Milly: 5…love you
“Princess, your lunch has arrived,” came a very sexy voice.
“Hey Beast! What did you bring me today?”
“Subs. Milly sent them. One has your name on it. She said you like all kinds of weird shit on it.”
“Want to babysit with me tonight? Milly & Cree are going to some business thang.”
“Only if I’m in charge of Annie and you are in charge of the little one who still shits his pants!”
“Wow! You mean diaper and yes, I get my little man. Now give me my food, fucker!”
Tripp let out a loud laugh, grabbed his food and retreated to the couch. I cuddled up on his lap while I ate my lunch. We definitely had developed a routine with each other. I don’t know how to classify our relationship and frankly, I am too scared of getting hurt by him to classify it. The man’s tongue has been down my throat and his fingers inside me, and all I know is that I couldn’t live life without feeling his touch again.
We are both broken people and not quite sure on how to approach a relationship. I am going to take it as it is. As long as he lets me stay in his arms, I will keep riding the ride.
“What are you thinking about?” Tripp asked shattering the comfortable silence between us.
“How weird of a couple we are. I’m short and plump, you are a tall, sexy Beast. We are both way beyond repair.”
“I think it’s pretty damn sexy, if you ask me.”
“Really? Of course you would…you are a typical horn dog.”
“Lacey, I really like you. There is something about you that makes me want to have you all to myself.”
“You better only see me or I’d have to cut a bitch.”
***
Holy Shit! I don’t know how Milly does it. Mac is screaming, the water is boiling over on the stove and the phone is ringing. Tripp took Annie out with him to check pivots on the farm. I was ready to get all sorts of fucked up on cheap wine and it wasn’t even six o’clock yet.
The spaghetti was ready to eat and still no sign of Tripp and Annie. Baby Mac and I helped ourselves to a heaping serving of pasta. Okay, it was all me. I was eating like I was pregnant, nursing and starving all at the same time. This mother and housewife thing literally blew big giant blue balls. Not for me!
I devoured my dinner. No Tripp and Annie, so I settled on the couch with my little man and started perusing through mindless TV. Mac really was a breath-taking, gorgeous baby. His dark hair, blue eyes and chubby cheeks were priceless. He was his daddy’s boy through and through. I loved spending time with him.
Milly bestowed the honor of naming me Mac’s godmother the day he was born there was an immediate bond was formed between the three of us. The day I almost lost Milly in the alley still haunts me daily and having Mac in our lives even makes it worse. We had no clue back then, but she was carrying him in her precious, fragile womb. I thank the all- mighty powers above that I heard her blood-curdling scream that morning. A cold, haunting shudder ran through my body as the awful memory invaded my thoughts. As I rested my lips on Mac’s sweet little cheek, the toasty warm bundle of joy curled in my arms and warmed away the cruelness of the memories that haunted me.
Thirty minutes later, the two hooligans came traipsing through the door, and they were armed with sodas, candy and fried food. All of which were Tripp’s favorites. He went from a drug addict to a complete junk food addict. The asswipe knew I was cooking dinner.
“Well guess you two missed the memo,” I spat out.
“Sorry, Aunt Lacey! Unky really wanted a burrito instead of your ‘ghetti.”
“Did he?”
“Yep, he said your ghetti pretty much sucked,” Annie said as she nibbled on her candy.
She was so innocent and had no clue what she just revealed. I laid Mac down in the pack ‘n’ play that was nestled in the safe corner of living room and waltzed over to Tripp. He had a bag of fried burritos in one hand and a huge fountain soda in the other. I grabbed a burrito out of the bag and a smile spread across his face. He thought he was out of trouble for ditching dinner and insulting my cooking. The idiot couldn’t be further from the truth.
I grabbed the burrito and slapped his face with it. It made a loud slurpy, smacking sound as the greasy burrito left a smear across his cheek.
“You want me to slap you with my burrito, Princess?”
“You couldn’t slap me with your burrito if you tried,” I taunted.
Then the burrito slapping contest was on. I flew across the living room as Tripp chased me down to slap me with his burrito. The food burrito…head out of the gutters people. He got a good slap in across my shoulder. I whirled around and waylaid him across the face again with my burrito.
“Level one goes to Lacey,” Annie announced. She was perched comfortably on the back of the couch and declared herself the referee of “Slap You With a Burrito”. We went back and forth hunting each other around the house with burritos. We had one explode on us and at one point I was armed with two burritos leaving no survivors behind. Annie was in on the action before long.
We had been at “Slap You With a Burrito” for hours and had finally championed to level six. This level was intense with a hot lava pit and sharp spears sprinkled throughout the obstacle course. Annie and I buddied up as teammates to battle the mighty Beast. Couch cushions were strewn in the middle of the living room floor as hot lava and the spears were random Legos lying around that would cut your ass up if you landed on one. If any part of your body came in contact with hot lava, you automatically failed level six. Landing on a Lego and squealing with pain was an automatic DQ!
We created an evil plan to take down the ever mighty king of the burrito slapping contest. We each took a side on the hot lava and stampeded towards Tripp. We had the enemy in our sights. I reminded Annie it took only one slap of the burrito to master level six. Annie took a swipe with her burrito and missed, which sent Tripp sailing in my direction, but the sneaky bugger juked his way out of my grasp.
“Attack! Attack! Annie.”
She made her move and whipped her burrito with ferocious force across Tripp’s torso!
“Sweet Victory, Annie! We are the champions of “Slap Yo’ Ass With a Burrito.”
As the word ass flew ou
t of my mouth, Cree and Milly stepped into the living room. Busted! The three of us could only offer a sympathetic, you know you love me, type of smiles.
“What’s going on? It’s a school night and 11:30,” roared Cree.
“Dad, we are on level six and just kicked Tripp’s ass!”
Oh shit! I am in double trouble. It was time to make nice and kiss some serious ass.
“What Annie meant to say was, we’re just on our way to tuck your beautiful little princess into bed,” I said.
“Ya, cuz no worries. We’re just going to tuck Annie in.”
Annie seized the opportunity to reach up and slap Tripp in the gut with her burrito for extra bonus points. Damn, that little girl had truly stolen my heart.
“Unky, I just scored ten extra bonus points!” Annie squealed as Tripp threw her over his shoulder and headed upstairs. I started to pick up the lava pit, spears and the burrito carnage, avoiding eye contact at all cost with the pair of seething, pissed-off parents.
I quickly slipped upstairs to find that Tripp was still tucking Annie in. I leaned up against the wall and listened in on their conversation. He was attempting the impossible task of explaining to her that the word “ass” isn’t very nice to say. He also added that he was going to wash out Aunt Lacey’s mouth for using such a disgusting, horrid word. He rattled off a list of other choices that would be completely perfect to use in place of the word ass such as booty, badonkadonk, butt, tooshy, and buttocks.
“I had fun tonight Unky, and I promise I won’t say ass again.” Tripp could no longer keep his serious face and started laughing.
“Love you, little girl!”
“Unky, will you be my t-ball coach? Since you played baseball in the big leagues and were famous.”
“I’d love too, Annie! Not because I was famous, but to spend time with you.”
When Tripp made his way out of Annie’s room, I grabbed his hand and led him down the dark, quiet hall.
“Stay with me tonight,” I whispered to him.
Locked in my room, we stripped out of our clothes without saying a word but never breaking eye contact. Tripp was wearing a pair of skin tight bright blue Diesel briefs. I was left in my skimpy thong and cami. I clutched his hand in mine and tugged him down into my bed.
We were nose to nose with our bodies sealed tight together.
“Tripp, I’m scared,” I whispered.
“I told you I won’t hurt you, Princess.”
“I have only let men use me since my childhood. I have never felt worthy of being loved until you, and it scares the ever loving shit out of me.”
“You have to believe there’s good in this world, Lace, and you have released my inner wild soul that has never been able to be free.”
“I want to run fearless and free into the future with you, but I’m fucking scared.”
“We don’t have to have it all figured out to move forward. Let’s just be us today.”
Tripp reached down to place a sweet tender kiss on my lips. In that one simple kiss I felt his love and comfort hug my fragile soul.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I couldn’t bear his rejection, “I love you, Tripp.”
Before he had the chance to not say it back, I started kissing him passionately. My tiny hands pushed him on his back. I clambered on top of him, losing myself in him. My whole body was quivering with intense passion and love for this man. Tripp sat up, so that I was straddling him. He pulled me closer to him and started raining kisses down my very sensitive neck, leaving a trail of goose-bumps in his wake. This was my favorite part of the night.
He lifted my cami over my head, which exposed my naked, plump tits to him. He grabbed both of them while working his mouth down to taste them. I grabbed his tussle of hair that was left and threw my head back as he started to taste each of my sensitive nipples. His hard thick cock was throbbing underneath me. I started grinding down against it as shooting pleasure started coursing its way through my amped up body each time I pressed down.
In one swift movement, Tripp slammed me into the bed on my back and went downtown. He tore my pretty pink thong from my body. The sight of his brown, spiked hair between my legs made me instantly orgasm before he even touched me. I bucked my hips up to ride out my orgasm against his face. He went to work sending me over the edge again and again and again with his sweet, delicious tongue.
“I want you inside me.”
Tripp rose up to my face and settle between my legs. His cock was still shielded by those damn blue Diesels. I could feel his heated hunger pushing down on my hot, wet center. He kissed me and I could taste the zing of my release on his lips.
“Tripp, inside me now.”
It wasn’t a question or plea, but a mandate.
“Baby…I don’t have any condoms.”
“I don’t care.”
I truly didn’t care about a condom right now. The rebel in me threw caution out the window every chance I got. I needed Tripp inside of me now and the absence of a piece of rubber wasn’t going to stop me from consuming him.
I grabbed the top of his briefs and started to inch them down his tight ass and massive thighs. He helped pull them off the rest of the way and tossed them over his shoulder. I reached down between us to grab him. He looked like he was well hung when I saw him bulging in those ever so sexy blue briefs. He didn’t disappoint. He was thick, lengthy and raging steel, and he was mine for the taking. My hand ran up and down him before I guided him straight towards me. Tripp’s was at my entrance and all he had to do was push into me. It was his choice now.
Tripp squeezed his eyes shut and lowered his forehead to mine. He pressed into me, filling me to the brim. Our bodies easily melted into one. My fingers dug into Tripp’s shoulders as he deliciously worked himself in and out of me. Tears rolled down my cheeks as he continued to make love to me. A man has never made love to me. I have screwed, fucked and been used, but never this.
“Am I hurting you?” Tripp whispered down to me.
My vocal chords were paralyzed by his passion and lust for me. I just gently shook my head no and continued to let my hot tears roll down my cheeks. Tripp rested his forehead on mine and then placed his lips over mine.
“Lacey, I love you.”
No more words were exchanged as Tripp continued to work me into another orgasm. He sat back as he pulled out of me and gripped his cock in one hand jerking it. He placed his other hand on my mound continuing to milk out another orgasm. He was gliding his hand up and down his shaft to find his own release.
I sat up and took him in my hand. I needed to do this for him, my Beast who just became the love of my life. I started working him in my hand as I added my mouth to the mixture, working him closer to his release. He was hitting the back of my throat as I took him deep on each stroke.
“I’m close,” Tripp hissed, as he tugged on my shoulder.
I stayed put and continued working him with my mouth. His hot release jetted down the back of my throat, coating every single one of my taste buds with his seed. I licked up every last drop from his tip, not wanting to waste an ounce of the perfection that just flowed from his body. We both collapsed back onto the bed. My eyes were heavy with sleep, but I managed to mumble out one last thing before sleep overtook me.
“Hey douche bag. You better buy condoms on your lunch break tomorrow…”
Chapter 6
The Past
Lacey
I had never slept so well in my life. Tucked away in Tripp’s banks of muscle all night long was heavenly. I rolled over to see that Tripp was gone and in his place a note.
Hey Princess,
I had to go with Greyson to pick up a new truck. I love you and will see you at lunch.
Tripp
Okay, the man really needed to cut the shit of calling me Princess. I’m a badass bitch, a rebel, an outlaw. Not a motherfucking princess. Princesses are pussies and I am not a pussy. It may take drastic measures, but he will stop calling me Princess.
“Sup, ho b
ag? And why the hell do you have that shit eating grin plastered on your face?” Milly entered the room with no warning. What’s new?
“Milly, I’m in love and scared shitless.”
“I know you are. Have you told him about your past?”
The giddy energy quickly evaporated and a serious tone invaded the room. Milly sensed the rapid switch in mood and grasped onto my hand for added reassurance.
“I can’t Mill. I don’t want him to see me that way.”
We held each other and I cried into Milly’s chest. Tears for my current happiness and the knowledge that one day Tripp would find out about my past flowed with fury. My Milly was the only one that knew the ugly truth that was buried deep in my gut. She knew every single one of my deep, dark secrets and still loved me. Her friendship was my only vice.
“You have to, Lacey.”
“Not today.”
“You will have to tell him one day to be complete and free from your scars.”
“I know, I know, you ol’ hag. Now, shut up and feed me, you irritating little twat waffle.”
Milly whipped a banana Laffy Taffy out from between her titties and a Big Hunk from her panties. Damn, I love this girl. During one of our deep conversations we discussed the benefit of warming certain types of candy before eating them. We laughed at each other when revealed that we both put taffy, Big Hunks and Tootsie Rolls under our leg when driving to make sure they are nice and soft for consumption.
“Eat, Princess,” she mocked in a voice that she knew would irritate the hell out of me.
“You are such a bitch, but my bestest bitch ever. And you know, I ain’t nobody’s princess!”
“No shit! You are more like somebody’s nightmare,” Milly said in between her giggles.
Cree came strolling into the room with baby Mac. He placed Mac between us and vanished. We enjoyed our candy breakfast in bed as we both made goofy faces at Mac to make him smile. I told Milly all about last night, and the day I cut Tripp’s hair. We had to do ear muffs on Mac a couple times, even though he was only four months old, because some of this stuff was downright nasty.
