by HJ Bellus
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Lunch Time
Tripp: be outside in 5
Lacey: what what in the butt butt?
Tripp: u want it in the butt now?
Lacey: NEVER Beast
Tripp: Ya, im pretty huge to be in the butt butt
Lacey: no back door for me
Tripp: front door?
Lacey: always…everyday…in fact now
“It’s been five minutes,” a husky, familiar, sexy as fuck voice boomed.
Tripp was standing in the door way with his arms crossed over his tight white shirt. He had that damn faux hawk styled to perfection with his dark hair standing tall.
When he had my attention, he asked, “Why were you smiling at your phone, Princess?”
I ran over and jumped up into his arms and wrapped my legs around his middle. Against his strong trunk was my favorite place to be, but then I remembered what the douche just called me, so I decided to slap his face hard.
“Stop calling me that!”
“No. You are my Princess. I never get the girl and the happy ending. I’m making it happen this time. Get used to it.”
Lost in his words, my lips found the short distance to his lips, and took a taste. Not one single person has ever worried about my happy ending, or making my world perfect, until Tripp. My tongue asked for permission to enter his delicious mouth. I loved exploring him, one lick at a time.
“I’m not a princess. I’m an outlaw. A rebel without a cause. You are totally fucking up my image by calling me Princess. It’s just so pussy. And I’m clearly not a pussy type of girl.”
“Baby, we just need to brand a new kind of Princess then. Break the mold, you know? Because you are mine and we are going to live happily ever after. Got it, Outlaw Princess?”
I sealed the deal with a long sweet kiss on his lips, and then reached down to steal a squeeze of his dick. This action made Tripp turn around and start walking out of the salon into the sunshine with me plastered to his front. He placed me on his dirt bike, and peeled his lips away from mine. Tripp grabbed his trucker hat from the handle bars and plopped it on my head. He always had a ball cap for me on the bike to keep my hair out of my face.
“I wasn’t done with you,” I whined and crooked the cap sideways.
He chuckled and got on his bike and tore out into the streets. I loved wrapping my arms around him when I rode behind him. It was downright fucking hot, and gave me the perfect opportunity to sniff him. I loved to bury my nose right down in the crook of his neck and drown in his scent. Tripp drove us out to the lake on the farm. It was a beautiful place with lots of unforgettable memories.
“Damn baby! You’re so fucking hot wearing my hat like that,” Tripp growled, as he hopped off the dirt bike.
I took Tripp’s hat off, whipped my hair around, and shook my titties at him, knowing that Tripp couldn’t resist a good show.
“Knock it off, Lace,” he deadpanned.
“Or what, big guy?”
“There really is no winning with you, is there Lace?”
Tripp threw me over his shoulder which, by the way, had become his signature move. Anytime he was losing a battle or couldn’t handle me, all he had to do was throw me over his shoulder. He marched us out to the canoe where he had a simple picnic all set up. We climbed into the canoe and started to lazily drift around the lake. This lunch had Milly’s name written all over it. Damn, I love my little farm wife best friend. I climbed up into Tripp’s lap and ate my lunch with him.
I gripped his face and peered up into his beautiful eyes, “Milly told me that I need to tell you about my past. But…”
Tripp covered my mouth with his hand, halting my explanation, “I don’t care.”
“You will, Tripp. I’m a terrible person and have done unforgiveable things. I’m a monster and the worst possible nightmare anyone could have in their life.”
“I don’t care. I love you for who you are now. Lacey, it’s all about the ‘todays’, so let’s live ‘em up together.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“I picked up dessert,” Tripp said eagerly, trying desperately to change the mood in the canoe.
“Better be chocolate or I will put a cap in yo’ ass, mofo.”
Tripp pulled out a jumbo box of maximum king XL condoms. I squealed like a little kid on Christmas morning and started to paddle our asses back to the shore as if we were on fire. Tripp laughed and joined in paddling the little canoe with all his might. The carrot was definitely dangling before both of our noses.
“Leave our lunch and take me to the cabin. I will call Mildred and tell her to cancel all my afternoon appointments.”
“I have to work, Lace,” Tripp said as he pulled me into him and kissed the top of my head.
“Yeah, no shit you have to work. You have to work on me. Tell Cree you have explosive diarrhea or something.”
I pulled back from him and flashed him my boobies for a little added reinforcement. Then I took his hands and slipped them down the top of my shorts.
“You aren’t wearing any panties.”
Tripp threw me over his shoulder as he called Cree and told him he had explosive diarrhea.
He sat me on the front of the dirt bike facing him, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his middle.
“Let’s try one on out here for fun. You know just to make sure they fit and all,” I whispered up against his neck.
He growled with irritated pleasure as he threw his head back, contemplating the right thing to do. I reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled his already rock hard cock out. Tripp grabbed the base as I glided my hand up and down him. I noticed a bead of come form on his tip, so I bent over and licked it off.
“No, you can’t do that; I will blow right now.”
Tripp fumbled with the condom, so I grabbed it from him and rolled the prized plastic right onto him. Without thinking he grabbed both of my hips and lifted me onto him. I’ve never been so completely and insanely filled in my life. My body was frozen with sheer pain and ecstasy that exuded a crazy feeling I had never felt before. Tripp started to rock his hips into me, slow at first, and then his speed picked up. When my body slammed onto the thick base of him, my vocal chords finally melted and I let out a loud howl of pleasure. It didn’t take either of us very long to find our release. We went straight to the cabin for the rest of the afternoon.
Tripp
I didn’t want to share Lacey with anyone. I needed all of her to myself. I talked her out of going to dinner at Cree’s and staying here with me. I threw together a quick dinner for us which mainly consisted of junk food, my specialty. She didn’t complain.
We ate Cheetos and jerky as we cuddled together in my bed and watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off. I have never fucking blew my load so many times in one day. Lacey fucked me on the dirt bike, sucked me off in the entryway of the cabin and then let me have her again in my bed. My cock was hard and ready to take her again, just remembering her lips on me. I wanted to rake my tongue all over her body, and trace each one of her beautiful tattoos until the ink wore away from her pink flesh.
My favorite was having my face buried deep down between her legs. Her soft thick thighs gripped the side of my head so tight I couldn’t hear anything, not even her howls of pleasure. She was my new drug, and I needed her every second of every minute of every goddamn day.
“Tripp, tell me what happened with your brother,” Lacey whispered into my chest as she stroked the tattoo of Grant’s name on my left ribs.
Without hesitation I told her everything. “He had just graduated from college with a degree in business. He was all ready to take over dad’s dealerships, so dad had everything lined up to retire. He wanted to go out and celebrate since I was home from spring training camp. We grew apart after I had been drafted to play major league ball. We kept in touch texting and calling, but it wasn’t like when were little and each other’s best friend. So, we jumped into his Jeep and took off for a night of partying and celebrating. I
was going to hook him up with some fine pieces of ass that night as his graduation gift. I promised him at least five girls, and he was elated at the thought. On the way to the club some asshole ran a red light going over 90 mph. He hit Grant’s Jeep on my side. I was wearing my seat belt and Grant wasn’t. He was killed on impact. I held my brother’s dead body in my arms until the paramedics got there.”
Lacey reached up and kissed me and then whispered, “I’m so sorry, Tripp.”
“My father has always hated me, but since that day he has basically disowned me. The next day I took my first hit of coke to numb my pain, and since then it has been a downward spiral. I lost my position on the team, lost all my money and my best friend. I loved Grant, and I still fucking love him. He was my father’s pride and joy. Grant always apologized for the way dad treated me, but we never let it get between us. I needed the drugs, alcohol and women to numb the pain of Grant’s death, until I met you.”
“I fucking love you, Tripp.”
Lacey glided down between my legs and started sucking me. It was obvious that both of us had lots of experience in the sex department, and we showed off our mad skills to each other. Call me a dirty bastard, but I needed Lacey nestled between my legs sucking on my cock. We were both varieties of all sorts of crazy fucked-up.
Chapter 7
Black and White
Lacey
The aroma of sweet honeysuckle and cherries filled my senses as I woke up in my simple apartment. I was starting to stay more and more at my apartment instead of my room at Milly’s. Smells drove me wild. My apartment always had to have a certain smell or my mind would go to irrational, dark places that haunted me. Tripp’s cozy cabin had even taken on my preferred smell. My legs were still weak from Tripp last night, and my lower tummy sizzled with heated passion for him. Passion only one person had ever created within me. I turned to beg him for another round of chitty-chitty bang bang, and found a crumbled receipt with very familiar, masculine writing on it. It was Tripp’s handwriting and it stopped my beating heart every time I saw the thick, slanted script. He could take my breath away at any given moment.
Morning Snaggle Tooth! I’m off to work. Didn’t want to wake your highness aka Grumpy Ass-Pants. Forgive me for not waking you…I will try to make up for it tonight. See you at lunch.
Love,
Your Sex Machine aka Me!
Tripp and I had been busy screwing each other’s brains out all over the family farm. Milly’s infatuation with tractors and pivots now made perfect sense. I adored being on the farm more than her nowadays.
I loved Tripp, and I especially loved him when his was buried inside me under the stars out in a field. Without hesitation or doubt, I proudly declared, I fucking love the little douche bag, and there is not a precious moment that I waste not showing him.
It’s no secret to society that my heart has been hardened with betrayal and rotten hatred. At first glance, anyone could see the hurt and pain painted on my body and pierced in my skin. Time spent with Tripp chipped away at my evil heart. Feelings of acceptance and remorse started to fill in my cracks of imperfections. My past sins will never be washed away, but Tripp makes me feel beautiful on the inside and out regardless.
Tripp’s faithful love had warmed the inner part of my soul, the same way the piano keys did. My momma taught me to play growing up, and I poured myself into it. The piano and her garden were the two constants in my life that tried to nurture my beaten, shattered soul. I poured myself into the piano. Never having lessons, or playing in a recital because a bruise or mark would be exposed to the world. I played for my momma while she sat on the couch and sipped her sweet pink lemonade. Some days, she even wore one of her fancy floppy garden hats with her feet kicked up. It was our time together without the threat of the monster attacking us.
Momma and I never talked about the monster and the things he did to us. We didn’t have to talk about it because the monster made sure we could hear each other’s screams of pain. When the monster was really drunk, he would make my momma watch as he hurt me. I yearned for her to run away with me. It was my one childhood dream, but she always refused. The monster’s gun pointed at my head or hers was always convincing enough to stay. My safe haven was the black and white keys of the piano.
Momma’s ears were the only ones I ever played for. Some days my fingers were sore and swollen from gripping onto the safety of a mattress, but I still played. My heart played and my soul danced to the music. The smooth, cool keys were medicine to my beaten, broken fingers. The pureness of the tender, white keys always calmed and swept me off into a faraway land for a sliver of time.
Just Tripp’s simple note brought back the most cherished memory from my childhood. My gaze fell upon the old brown piano tucked away in the corner of my bedroom. It had become a storage rack for unwanted clothing and shoes. My heart hadn’t wanted to play for years, but something had changed that.
I slipped on a bright red tank top that was entirely too small, but was extremely comfortable. Then slipped on a lacey, black thong and padded my way to the piano with all my courage. In one swift movement, without much thinking, I swept all my belongings off the old piano. Everything clambered to the floor in a limp heap. A liberating jolt of freedom streamed through my body at the sight of the black and white keys.
My fingers took over with the music flooding every single one of my senses. Salty, warm tears rolled down my cheeks as I let the music flow out of me. Song after song, my fingers played the keys. Memories of mom being abused and running from the monster flooded my senses. The power of the music was overwhelming and battling my nightmares. My body was being pulled in two separate directions, stuck between a world of complete trusting love and a world of evil hatred. My fingers were taking the brunt of the battle, but I couldn’t stop. My heart was being freed with every note played.
Somebody cleared their throat, forcing my attention from the piano. It was Tripp. He was leaning up against the door jam with a perplexed look on his face. His massive body filled the entire space of the door. I froze with fear and became instantly enraged that he had been listening to me play.
“What the hell are you doing?” I screamed.
He didn’t answer me, so I threw a shoe at him nailing him in the chest. Rage took over my small frame and blinded me.
“Fucking answer me, Tripp.”
I shot from the bench and started pounding Tripp with my fists. He stood there allowing me to release my rage on him. It enraged me even more that he didn’t fight back. I wanted him to hurt me and make me feel the way I am supposed to, broken.
“Goddamn it! What the hell were you doing?” I shouted then continued to rain my punches down on him.
Tripp finally secured my hands down at his side. My forehead flopped down onto his strong chest, letting my sobs escape.
“It’s lunchtime baby,” is all he delicately whispered down into my matted hair.
My love picked me up and carried me to the back patio. He sat us down in the lounger and just simply held me in his arms. I gently lifted my head in an attempt to apologize for my foul behavior. I loved him. This wasn’t how you treated someone you loved. Problem being, he is the only one that I have ever truly loved since my momma.
“Baby…”
“Don’t Lace. Sit here in the sunshine with me.”
“I hurt you. The piano was only for my momma.”
“I’m here. I want all of you…the nasty, the beautiful, the princess, the trashy, the sexy, the outlaw. All of you.”
“I love you, Beast. No one knows that I play. I told everyone it was for decoration purposes,” I whimpered as tears pooled once again in my eyes.
“I won’t tell a soul,” he whispered.
I craned my head up to look at Tripp, “Why are you whispering?”
He started to chuckle, “Do you want the truth or should I lie here?”
“Truth, dumbass!” I spat out.
Tripp’s eyes twinkled at my insult, and I could sense the re
lief flood through him at my snarkiness.
“Truth is, I’m whispering because I don’t want you to spaz out on me again. I don’t know what happened, or what caused it, I just know I love you no matter what. End of discussion,” Tripp whispered again.
“Thank you, Tripp.”
“Just lay here in the sunshine, baby,” Tripp whispered.
“You don’t have to whisper. I’m fine.”
“Will you play the piano for me naked one day?”
“I practically am.”
“Not quite, Princess. I want to see your blue bird tattoo that sits in the middle of your back,” Tripp whispered as he kissed the side of my neck.
“And the crown and heart that’s on your ribs.”
He placed more kisses down my shoulder.
“Mmmm, and the skull on your left hip. I want to touch it and kiss it as you play your sweet, painful music,” Tripp whispered.
His calloused hands began their journey caressing every body part, while he showered kisses up and down my neck. I was hopelessly limp in the shelter of Tripp. I snuggled deep down into my safety net and felt content. Just plain content.
***
He feeds me lunch every day, buys me gifts, protects me and sends me dirty texts all the time. The dirty texts are definitely the cherry on top of the very hot sexy sundae. My eyes never know what to expect when I open a message from Tripp. Sometimes his python is in clear view and ready to play. Other times he is just a little tease showing off his amazing abs and oh-so sexy V that leads to his python. Either way, his glorious, healthy python is always on my mind. He is my current disease and eating away at me slowly.
Chapter 8
Whizzletits & Whipped Cream
Lacey
“Sup, Biotch,” I chirped out as I entered Milly’s shop for my morning cup of freakin sunshine.
Milly shot me her typical death glare. She hated when I used foul language around her customers.
“Lacey, how nice to see you,” she hissed out as she finished up her current coffee order.
I made my way behind the counter and found my favorite spot which was perched right between the whipped cream canister and the jar of chocolate chip cookies. Willow’s cookies could make a grown man cry. They had the perfect hint of almond flavoring and the sweetest chocolate. I helped myself to a package and made sure to add just the right amount of whip cream to my cookie before I would plop it into my mouth.
