My Today

by HJ Bellus

  “I love you, Tripp.”

  Three Hours Later

  Us men had our asses severely kicked at Pictionary, UNO and Scrabble. Those evil women were cheating their asses off. Annie and Mac finally went to bed after the endless rounds of UNO. Willow thought she fooled everyone when she kept slipping clues to her teammates via hand signals and stuffing shit down her shirt. As the night progressed we inched our table closer to the fire for warmth.

  I couldn’t be fucking prouder of my Princess. By the end of the night she quit her team, being the rebel she was, and jumped in my lap. I was sitting on the end of the table closest to the fire and I caught her eyeing the fire and finding the courage to breath. She became my fucking hero in that instant.

  Once she made herself comfortable in my lap, she was up to no good. I should have known better when she came over to me. Our abstinence shelf life has officially expired. She placed her tight little ass right onto my now throbbing cock and started rubbing up and down on me. She was a sly one.

  Nobody else at the table had a clue. I grabbed a blanket from the cooler and wrapped her up in it. Two could play this game. I snaked my hand under the blanket and found the top of her yoga pants. She let out an audible gasp and the whole table turned to look at her because they all assumed she was starting to have a panic attack because of the smoke that lingered over the picnic table.

  “Sorry, I just realized I forgot to turn off the lights at the salon,” she blurted out as she turned thirty shades of all sorts of turned on.

  My hand delved further into Lacey’s pants, skimming beneath her underwear. Her fucking pussy was hot and slick with heat, making it easy for my fingers to slide in. I decided to get her ready for me tonight, so I slid two fingers in her and stroked her clit with my thumb. Lacey had mad skills when it came to holding a poker face, but this was just about to do her in. She laid her head back on my shoulder and pretended to sleep. I continued to finger her slowly. Her pussy started to grip my fingers and I knew she was about to come. My thumb pressed down on her clit and I felt her juices explode in my hand. Lacey sat straight up in my lap and grabbed my clothed cock in her hand and squeezed it tightly.

  “Lightning diarrhea. Fucking run, Tripp,” Lacey barked out as she jumped from my lap and physically drug my ass to the tent.

  Lacey

  Tripp is going to flip when he sees the surprise I have in store for him. My piercings needed four weeks to heal, and it was time to reveal the bad boys. We had tried our best to keep our hands to ourselves and I kept my boobies covered up for the last four weeks. Keeping my girls covered for a whole month should have earned me an Olympic gold medal. My nipple piercings were going to shock the shit out of him, and I couldn’t wait for his mouth to savor my new pierced girls.

  “Tripp I have a surprise for you,” I whispered into his ear as I grinded on him.

  We were facing each other in the tent with our arms wrapped tightly around the other’s body. I pulled Tripp’s shirt off over his head and then slid his shorts down to the ground. Tripp tried to pull my shirt off, but I grabbed his hands and placed them back on my ass.

  “You want your surprise first or your cock sucked, baby?”

  I felt extra dirty tonight. Tripp’s head was buried deep into my neck sucking and licking at it.

  “Surprise, then suck my cock.”

  Damn this man. He turned me on with every touch and feel of his perfect tattooed body. His boxer briefs hit the floor of the tent, and then Tripp sat back on the air mattress and I readied myself to reveal the big surprise to my man. I snaked my hands up underneath my hoodie sweatshirt and pulled off my bra. My sweatshirt was off next and my new silver piercings shone in the moonlight streaming through the netted tent roof.

  Tripp’s face falls when his eyes land on his surprise. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me down onto him. I knew Tripp all too well. He’d have to have his lips on my nipples and the piercings immediately. He’s such a tit man! Tripp kissed each new piercing with tender patience, pulling each one into his hot, slick mouth working them with the right amount of pressure. My wet center started grinding up and down on his hard cock. The friction was just about to throw me over the edge.

  “I need you in me now.”

  I grabbed a condom and rolled it onto his thick, hard cock. He ripped my panties off and tossed them to the side, and then grabbed my hips and placed me down onto him. I sank all the way down and couldn’t move an inch. I put my forehead down on his shoulder and started to cry.

  The feeling of Tripp inside me after all these months took my breath away. Tripp slowly started to move up and down under me as I continued to cry and moan into his shoulder. His calloused hands were on each of my hips working me up and down. It only took one more time of pushing down onto him and my world started to spin. I bit down into his shoulder and screamed as the pleasure shot through my entire body. Tripp’s skin ripped underneath my teeth and blood started to trickle down his back. My tongue darted out to lap up his blood. With a firm grip on both of my ass cheeks, he let go inside me.

  Tripp flipped me over onto our bouncy air mattress, and I started to giggle while I watched him discard the used condom.

  “You think this is funny?”

  “I just never imagined having sex with my husband for the first time on an air mattress, in the mountains.”

  Tripp climbed up me and covered my body with his. I could feel his hard wet cock brushing on my stomach. I grabbed his cock and smeared his come all over my belly.

  “You are such a naughty girl.”

  Tripp nibbled his way down my body and settled his head between my legs. I grabbed Tripp’s hair and held on for a wild ride. He licked me through several orgasms.

  “Tripp, on your back now.”

  He flipped over without question, with his erection at full mast. I climbed on board and started rocking on his cock. This time, the feel of him didn’t overwhelm me. I slid my hand between us and felt my hot slick wetness on the base of his cock as I rocked up and down on him.

  “Baby, I’m not wearing a condom.”

  “Shut up!”

  I continued riding my husband like a starving beast eating their prey. Tripp flipped me over onto my back and slammed in and out of me. His sweat beads dribbled down my breast. I had to turn my head and bite down into his arm to muffle my screams.

  “You are my fucking drug, Lacey. You are it. I fucking need you to be me. I. Fucking. Love. You.” he growled.

  Tripp sat back on his knees, pulled his cock out of me, and started jacking off to find his release. I wanted to be soaked in his scent. I needed his seed on me. I scooted my ass down further, so he could blow his load onto my belly and tits. The first jet of hot come landed between my breasts and the rest of it sprayed all over my belly. I couldn’t see Tripp’s face because his head was thrown back, but his grunts were clear.

  I grabbed each of my tits and started smearing his come all over me. It was slick and hot and all mine. Tripp looked down and gave me a crooked smile.

  “Come here baby! I need you on me, Tripp.”

  My loyal beast obeyed and nestled right on top of me sandwiching his seed between us. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. In that moment, we were one very sticky mess.

  “I love your surprise and can’t wait to nibble on them again. But I am ready for my bj now, baby.”

  Laughter filled our tiny tent as Tripp rolled off me. I went down to fulfill my promise. He was such a lucky bastard; blowing his load in my mouth twice in one day. I didn’t complain. I wanted him for every meal.

  “Tripp, we are a hot fucking mess.”

  Tripp threw me over his shoulder, slipped on his flip flops and opened the tent, as he handed me his iPod.

  “We’re naked baby. What are you doing?” I squealed, as he started jogging to the river.

  “We need to clean up.”

  “Oh my god! What if there are bears down there? Tripp, take me back to the fucking tent.”<
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  “Well, you just better run faster than me or you are going to be bear bait! I hear they like little dirty mouthed blondes.”

  “You fucker. Take me back now.”

  Tripp was laughing so hard he could barely keep jogging. When I realized he wasn’t going to turn around, I started to slap his ass. Tripp finally put me down on the sandy beach where it was fucking freezing. The little romantic bastard had blankets, body wash, lotions and junk food set up on the beach.

  He grabbed me around the waist and said, “Welcome to your spa, pretty girl.”

  Tripp led me out into the ice cold water as “Hot Mess” by Uncle Kracker started playing on his iPod.

  “How did you know?”

  “You are my hot mess.”

  Tripp set me on a rock in the middle of the low running river and started dancing to Uncle Kracker under the stars. The man was shaking all of his goods while he lathered up his hot body. He made sure to give his manly parts extra care with extra suds! I was laughing so hard I nearly pissed myself. He started gyrating the night air with his pelvis and then turned around and dropped it like it was hot, only inches from my face. He kept taunting me with his fingers and hips, pointing to me at certain parts of the song to remind I was his hot mess.

  This definitely was a performance for the history books. Tripp ended the night by washing me up, wrapping me in a warm blanket and feeding me junk food on the bank of the river.

  The next two nights followed a very similar routine. He made me dance to “Get Low”, by Lil John, the next night in the middle of the river. He claimed it was his warm up song when he played ball, and that me dancing to it naked in the middle of a river would make his life complete. It became my new favorite song. The image of my muscled freak, warming up to it playing baseball, made me fucking hot for him.

  Wait! I wasn’t completely naked. I wore his ball cap with my long, wavy blonde hair falling down my back. It didn’t take much convincing on my part to dance for my husband as I would drop my ass for him anywhere. My beast just wanted to see my ass dirty dance.

  My hair was flying all around me as I moved my hips to the start of the song. I even grabbed my crotch a couple times as I got low for Tripp. I had my titties waving in the air as I kept my rhythm grinding with my lady parts to the song. Tripp was perched on the rock resting back on his elbows. At one point, I straddled him while standing up and bent over with my ass in his face. I bounced, wiggled it, got low, dropped it, shook it, backed it up, and ended up popping my pussy on him by the end of the song. I had no idea how fucking erotic the song was.

  We had gone through two air mattresses. Our stamina took them down one at a time. Tripp was a beast of a man, and the magic he was working on me was no contender for the air mattresses. Greyson didn’t appreciate our tent love making, so he crashed on the floor of Cree’s trailer. The wildlife hadn’t complained.

  ***

  It was our last night in the tent, so Tripp and I let it all go. Tripp had me bent over the air mattress, fucking me hard. His right hand covered my mouth to muffle my screams as they burst out of me. I felt Tripp let go and then pull out of me.

  “Lacey,” he whispered.

  There was something wrong. I could immediately tell by the shake in his quiet voice. I tried to turn around to see what was wrong. He pushed me down onto the bed face first. He held me down as he started to talk.

  “Listen to me. Don’t freak out. I fucking mean it. Listen. The condom busted.”

  He kept me held down to the bed. My mind fucking froze with fear. Tripp was whispering in my ear telling me to stay calm and that everything would be fine. I knew he would be fine with me being pregnant. It was me that wouldn’t be fine.

  I wasn’t on birth control because I refused to go to a doctor. I didn’t want to have an exam and explain away the scars that covered my lower abdomen and insides. And that’s why I made my husband wear condoms. He didn’t have a problem wearing them or not wearing them. He wanted me to be comfortable in my own skin.

  “Lacey, it will all be fine, baby.”

  “God would never give me a baby. I don’t deserve one,” I whispered into the bed.

  “Fuck!” Tripp growled and punched the air mattress next to my head with both fists.

  Tripp had me crushed against the mattress with his heavy body and continued to hiss in my ear, “I’m fucking tired of hearing you say that. I’m sorry, but you fucking piss me off Lacey. Your dad raped you. You were a child, for Christ sake. It’s not like you were out fucking the neighborhood.”

  Tripp flew off me and lost it. He started throwing punches in the air. Then, he tore everything to shreds in the tent, and when there was nothing else left to break or rip, he turned to me again.

  “I will tell you one thing, Lacey. If the fucker was still alive, I would fucking slit his throat and watch him bleed out. And I would love every motherfucking second of it. Get that through your fucking head. I would kill him and not think twice about it.”

  I couldn’t move. Frozen with fear, I watched the wild beast in front of me destroy everything in his path. I was ready for him to demolish the tent next, leaving us exposed to the world. I sat up ready to take on whatever he had next. Tripp went to his knees in front of me. I was scared to touch him. He gripped my hips and pulled me into him and buried his head in my naked chest.

  “You deserve everything, Lacey. Never forget that. I want you to carry my baby one day. I want that with you, and we both deserve it.”

  Silence once again filled the tiny tent as Tripp sealed himself to me. I couldn’t touch Tripp, and I couldn’t talk yet. I could only think about the possibility of my body creating another baby. A baby inside me. Inside my scarred and damaged womb. Tripp’s baby. I wanted Tripp inside me. All of him. But a baby?

  “Say something, Lace.”

  “I’m scared again.”

  Tripp pushed me back on the air mattress and climbed up on me. I could see the pained look on his face and could tell he was trying to figure out when I was going to freak out and run. I took Tripp’s hand and kissed his wedding ring, holding it to my lips because it made me feel safe.

  Through our counseling, we both knew that we had to live one day at a time. And that’s what I kept repeating over and over in my head. I fucking freaked out on the inside, but tried to remain calm. A monster like me should never be given the precious life of a baby. I took the life of one already. A red flag went up in my brain as I thought about all this. I needed to see my counselor and I needed to see her fast.

  Without saying anything, Tripp simply replied, “We will go see Janie tomorrow.”

  He rolled me up into a great big bear hug. His words and touch soothed some of the fear away. I fell asleep on Tripp’s chest not feeling scared or happy.

  Tripp

  I felt Lacey’s steady breathing on top of my chest, and her metal piercings digging into my skin, her wild blonde hair tickling my cheek as we lay belly to belly in our little love shack as she called it. I have no intention of moving or falling asleep tonight. Praying to God is what I will be doing all fucking night long. Praying for a miracle that we both deserved.

  I freaked out on her tonight. I haven’t lost my shit for months now, but I would not listen to her degrade or beat herself up over the abuse that her father put her through. Lacey can hate me for the rest of her life. I didn’t fucking care. I was praying all night that my Princess is pregnant, because I want the chance to be a good father to someone and I wanted the chance for Lacey to mother her own baby.

  Chapter 17

  A Rose

  Lacey

  The last three weeks have been like walking on broken glass. One minute, I wanted to die at the thought of being pregnant, and the next, I feel a little tingle of excitement. It is all so bittersweet. I wanted to give Tripp a baby, but still struggled with my worth and bleeding wounds from walking on broken glass. I had visited Janie nearly every day since the monumental rubber blowout. We had not shared any of this with the rest
of our family. It’s just a waiting game now.

  ***

  My period is three days late.

  Me: It’s time…pick up a pregnancy test on the way home

  Tripp: Oh Princess…

  Me: Cut the sappy-happy shit you douche bag…

  Trip: Love You

  Me: Move your ass

  My piano was the only thing comforting me at that moment. Tripp will be here any moment for dinner and a pregnancy test show. His excitement is sure to piss me off. I needed to let him have this moment, I am just scared shitless. What if my broken, damaged womb could not handle carrying a baby for nine months, and Tripp gets all excited for nothing? My fingers found the best form of therapy I know. I started to play, and the music carries away my worries.

  As I finished the song, I heard some rustling. I turned to find my husband perched on the edge of the bed, reading the directions for a pregnancy test. I slipped out my iPhone to snap a picture of him scratching his head and holding the huge instruction sheet up in the air. I could sense the excitement radiating from every pore of his body. He wanted me to be pregnant. He wanted to be a dad. He wanted a family. And I would give it all to him if the universe allowed.

  “Hey,” I whispered.

  “Holy shit, Lacey. Did you know you have to piss on this stick, and then we have to wait for lines? What if you piss at the wrong angle and miss this little area,” he said, as he rubbed the felt tip of the pregnancy test.

  “Um, you probably just contaminated it.”

  “I bought twenty of them,” he said with lots of excitement.

  “Are you okay?” I asked hesitantly.

  He looked as if he was about to pass out from nerves and sheer joy. He dropped the bag to the bed and hung his head low in defeat.

  “I know you don’t want a baby, but I do. I want a family with you. I just want this damn thing to show two lines, or a plus sign, or ‘congrats you’re fucking pregnant’ I need it to.”

  I settled into my favorite spot sprawled, across Tripp’s lap, and started to whisper in his ear, “I want this baby. I want a family. I want to give it all to you. I only want it because of you.”