Divine: A Novel

by Jayce, Aven

  “Are you talking about my driving or are those instructions for how you want to be fucked?” he laughs.

  He watches out of the corner of his eye as I slip out of my underwear and place it in my purse. Next, I slide my bra out from under my shirt, which takes a bit of talent and is something that makes Dan’s eyes wander once more.

  “Eyes on the road.”

  He distracts himself by rubbing a finger across his lips. “Easy for you to say.”

  We kiss at every red light and stop sign, until we approach our neighborhood and all hell breaks lose.

  Whoa, hold on.

  I unbutton his shirt and rake his chest.

  He exhales the word, “fuck.”

  I say, “Yes please, fuck me.”

  He parks.

  We stare.

  He says, “You’re going to make me cum before I even get inside. Stop.”

  But I don’t.

  I unbutton my wet blouse in an erotic snake-like dance and open it wide for his lusting eyes.

  “Get the fuck in my house. Now,” he commands.

  We jump out of the van and run hurriedly through the rain and into his home.

  Door locked. Check

  Dick erect. Check.

  Marvin Gaye’s song, Lets Get It On, in my head. Check.

  Lips, hands, clothes in the air, flesh against flesh, laughter, moans, a bite and a nip before he picks me up and I’m hurried to his bed.

  I touch his chest while he rushes to put on a condom.

  “I want you,” he says softly. His fatigued and sorrowful face changes to a tender smile as I reach down and guide him inside. He moves forward and we exchange a warm kiss.

  “Will you be pissed off if I fuck you without anything crazy happening?” he asks with his forehead placed on mine. “Or if we don’t try any sex moves that might put us in the hospital?” He moves compassionately and I close my eyes. “Are you good with just my dick inside of you?”

  “All anyone needs in the bedroom is to know there are feelings attached to whatever’s going on.”

  He exhales and bites my earlobe in the most delicate way while his hand caresses my breast. And his dick... oh my God, his dick is extraordinary. It’s hard but tender, a total contradiction of itself. How can something that rigid be so pleasant and comfortable inside of me?

  “Fuck,” he whispers. “You feel incredible.” His tongue glides with mine then disappears. Our mouths remain open, wanting, craving one another’s affection. We kiss, he moves, I moan, and our movements sync, all while we both whisper sweet words to one another and make love.

  My heart feels warm. Is that possible? I’ve never heard of that happening to anyone before, but I can definitely sense warmth in my chest, over my entire body actually.

  He’s gentle, taking his time caressing the most sensitive areas of my body. My neck, ears, mouth, breasts, and clit all get their moments of special attention.

  He even pulls out and kisses my lower legs, sliding his tongue around my ankle and then between my toes. I feel self-conscious that I haven’t shaved, but Dan doesn’t seem to care. When you’re in a drunken state of love, those things don’t seem to matter. He doesn’t even mention the stubble starting to appear on my vag. God, I hope the tiny hairs coming in aren’t hurting him.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper.

  “What are you sorry for?”

  I point to my stubble and he shakes his head with a smile.

  “That doesn’t bother me.” He stretches his body over mine, and brushes the strands of hair off the sides of my face, while pushing back inside.

  I’m quiet. We kiss. He looks into my eyes. I can tell he wants to say something. Kissing again. And I think I know what it is.

  “I’m not that guy,” he whispers.

  He’s referring to Zyn from his books and must be nervous about satisfying me.

  And I know he’s not that guy. Not someone who would ever physically hurt me, like the character in his dark novels. He’s not violent or abusive in any way, no BDSM, whips, or chains, or tying people up. He’s not going to spank my ass or unleash the beast inside, because that beast inside of him doesn’t actually exist. It’s merely talk as sexual play, and believe me, I’m far from disappointed that he’s not going to make me wear a collar or be the guy that puts a bunch of weird toys in my ass.

  The dirty talk’s arousing, but when it comes right down to the actual moment when we’re joined as one, our actions are centered on tenderness, and I don’t need anything more than that.

  He does have a foot fetish.

  That’s nothing brutish.

  We change positions and once I’m on top I place my hand on his tat while my other hand pleasures my clit. He caresses my tits and tells me how attractive I am. His eyes focus on my fingers moving below.

  I ride him slowly at first, becoming more aroused with each glide over his dick, progressing more quickly until I move wildly on top of him. He grips my hips and guides me along until I feel myself losing control.

  “Sleep next to me tonight,” he says with heavy breaths, not realizing that I’m about to come. “I want to wake up in the morning with you by my side.”

  I can’t answer. My body’s exploding with deep pulsations. I can’t move, or speak, or even take a breath. His flesh stirring and beating inside of me is paralyzing.

  Holy hell, that’s brilliant.

  “Yes, you’re there aren’t you?” He sits up and takes me in his arms, moving steadily to ensure I finish with complete satisfaction. “Fuck, I can feel everything against my dick. That’s incredible.”

  “Uh,” escapes my mouth, then “my Lord,” and “Dan!”

  He holds me tightly with his head to my chest and I’m attacked with kisses after I catch my breath and fall on the bed beside him.

  “Here,” I say, pointing to my nipple and receiving a kiss.

  “Here,” I point to my stomach.

  Kiss.

  “And here,” I say with my finger on my lip.

  He gifts me a loving kiss then places my two fingers in his mouth causing us both to moan.

  “Mmm, sticky fingers,” he whispers. “You’re probably the only woman in the world who tastes so sugary-sweet, and you’re fucking gorgeous when you come. Can I tie you up?”

  “What?” Okay, I didn’t expect that. That was a quick change.

  Ha! Here we go! Who was it that thought there wouldn’t be any chains?

  “If you don’t want...”

  “No,” I shrug. “Go for it, but if I’m uncomfortable you’ll untie me, right?”

  He nods and takes two pairs of long dress socks from his dresser drawer. My wrists and ankles are tied to the bedposts of his queen size bed and I feel... exposed. I’m not sure this is the type of thing Divine Hallowell enjoys.

  Keep an open mind and wait. It could be stimulating. And don’t forget Dan needs to get off too.

  But we just went through why this wasn’t going to happen.

  “You okay?” he asks. “I’m not scaring you am I?”

  “Not yet,” I say with a fake laugh.

  He takes something from his nightstand after which he straddles my hips and kisses my stomach. I hear a small pop, as if something’s been opened, or removed.

  “What are you doing?” I whisper in a nervous voice.

  “Close your eyes. Trust me.”

  “Said the guy who wrote a book about a serial killer.”

  “No, its about religion.” he whispers. “Call me Zyn.”

  “Not funny.” I close my eyes and wait. He nibbles tenderly at my tits, slides his tongue down my stomach and kisses my sensitive clit. Then...

  “Hey, what is that?”

  “Shh, eyes closed.”

  It feels like... like...

  He’s marking you with something!

  “Dan,” I say in my calmest voice. “What are you doing?”

  “Oh, you know,” he speaks leisurely. “It helps to have a line drawn when you’re about to slice o
pen the woman you love.”

  “What?” I yell, trying to sit up, but my arms are confined.

  He laughs and I open my eyes to see a smiley face drawn on my stomach. Oh, so not funny. “You better untie me right now, or the lips between my legs are being put away for a year!” I join him in laughter. “You’re in so much trouble! Just wait, Daniel Keller! Untie me!” I play along.

  “I’m kind of afraid to now,” he continues to laugh while releasing my wrists from his bed. “Can I leave your legs spread eagle?”

  I sit up and look at my stomach once more then lie back and shake my head. “That was sneaky.”

  “Yeah, but again, memorable. That’s what I’m all about.” He unleashes my ankles and sits between my legs, bringing my feet to rest on his shoulders.

  Ah, and that dick of his is back inside of me, strutting its stuff.

  It doesn’t take an hour, or even half-hour for him to get off. Within minutes he’s squeezing my legs in his arms as he cums. I watch his eyes close and his mouth drop open while he’s lost in delightful pleasure. He’s breathless, quivering, saying Jesus and fuck, and huffing for air. And his dick is like a drum pounding inside of me in a thudding rhythmic beat.

  “That was perfect.” I pull him on top of me for a kiss. “Sexy, erotic, and playful all in one.”

  “Good,” he breathes heavily. “And loving, right?”

  “Yes, definitely loving,” I whisper.

  He exhales and his lips brush across mine. “I’d never hurt you, Divine.” He sets his forehead to mine and stares into my eyes. “I only want you to feel loved.”

  Those are seven stunning words that leave his mouth.

  I only want you to feel loved.

  Beautiful.

  I’m left with a racing heart and a fluttering clit, tired, and thinking about him, about us, this world, everything. Dan lies next to me and quickly drifts off to sleep.

  Male orgasm sleepitis.

  Shh. He’s exhausted and I have that too, but not tonight. I’m too excited about the future. My future with Dan. I might actually get my happy ending after all.

  Is that the kind of happy ending you have to pay an extra five dollars for?

  I close my eyes and breathe deeply, enjoying the smell of his cologne. His bed is soft and the entire space has a feeling of calmness about it. It’s quiet and lovely lying here in the dark.

  This is all very different for me and I don’t get it. Is this life? You’re gonna find a new job, go to work each day, come home, hang out with Dan, get laid, and then hit the repeat button? This is it? It feels like nothing’s going to happen from now until the end.

  Things will happen. I’m sure the days will continue like Dante’s climb up the mountain of Purgatory in his Divine Comedy. I can’t go to heaven until my soul is pure, and my soul is only made pure through pain and suffering.

  But at this moment, as I lay here in bed with Dan’s warm skin against mine, my entire body - heart, mind, and soul all feel at peace. I’ve reached a major turning point in my life. And I can imagine the smile on my face is a mile wide.

  Yes, this is life and it’s the most wonderful part of life. To assume nothing will happen from now until the end is like saying I’m already dead, and that’s far from the truth. If anything, I’ve been soaring in the sky like one of my father’s kites and someone has finally taken hold of the string, embracing me so I no longer have to drift alone. This is the most exciting thing that has ever happened.

  I’m falling in love.

  For the first time in a long time, I’m speechless.

  Div Hallowell

  I’m in love.

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  EPILOGUE

  Divine Hallowell-Keller.

  I wouldn’t say Daniel and I had a case of insta-love like my parents. After all, we waited an entire year before we got married, but we knew... we just knew during that first month of dating we were perfect for one another.

  And he proposed to me in the way I’d expect Daniel Keller to propose.

  After eight months of dating, I was finally allowed to go into his basement. I was halfway down the stairs when he locked the door, scaring me at first, then pissing me off, but later making my heart melt when I found a small cage sitting on his cum sofa. Inside the cage was a doll with auburn hair and a ring placed in her hand. Sweet. Creepy, yet sweet.

  It makes me wonder sometimes about his inner voice.

  Anyway, when I was granted freedom for finding the ring, I told him he was a dickhead, but that I loved him and would happily marry Hayden Night. Dan Keller on the other hand might have to wait.

  I can honestly say I’ve never heard of a guy locking the love of his life in a basement with a doll that looks like her, just to propose.

  I should Google that to see what comes up.

  He gave me his usual line about wanting everything he does, all of our first times to be memorable, including the proposal. And then our wedding... it was in his parents’ backyard. The wooden cutouts of him and Bridgette surrounded us and the walnut tree that was struck by lightning was close by. It was a small ceremony with a long honeymoon, that’s the way all weddings should be.

  And then we did something I wouldn’t have expected in a million years. We bought his parents’ house.

  No shit.

  Kristen and Greg felt they could no longer care for the property of three acres, apple trees, a pond, and a small barn. They bought a nice condo and gave us an incredible deal on their home.

  I would never buy the house I grew up in, for obvious reasons. But Dan loves it. Of course he does. My husband’s a fucking whack job.

  It is a nice place. Perfect for our growing family.

  Yes, growing... we have a son! Casey James Keller. Little C.J., he’s amazing! I never thought I could love anything in this world as much as this little boy. He’s sweet, like his father, and at three years old, he eats like him too, burgers and Fritos.

  We’re such unhealthy eaters, but who cares as long as we’re happy.

  Dan said in a few years he’d like to add a second, and much larger, family room to the back of the house; one with fourteen-foot ceilings so we can display the kites up above. I’d like that. For now, my collections are displayed in the rec room of our basement, and although it’s cluttered down there, it’s dry and mildew free.

  The money we do save goes into our son’s college tuition fund, but the kites soaring above our heads in a big open room is a nice dream to have. We’ve flown a few of the vinyl ones, but I usually get anxious when they’re up in the sky, thinking they’re going to fly away or get damaged, so most of the time I keep them safe downstairs, along with my boxes of unsold paperbacks. Who the hell reads paperbacks anymore anyway? I mean, besides Dan, who’s still adding to his collection of erotic novels.

  With the wedding, moving into a new home, going through a pregnancy, and now raising a child, we’ve both been too busy to write.

  My trilogy brought in a little money, enough to hold me over until I was able to gain a decent client base for the graphic design company I started, but not enough to allow me to just be a mom and retire in my twenties. Maybe in a few years I’ll write again, but I’ll try a different genre, like paranormal romance or Amish Centaurs. I was also thinking I could collaborate with C.J on a children’s book series, like Frolics and Follies of Fri
eda the Foot. For now, creating brochures and ads for companies, and designing product labels seems to be the best way to use my college degree since I’m no longer teaching.

  I still have no regrets about resigning. I don’t know why I ever took that job in the first place. There are some great colleges around, my alma mater for one, but there are others that shouldn’t exist, like Podunk U.

  And as for Bridgette and Hannah...

  Bridgette was damn lucky she wasn’t driving Dan’s car that night. Thank God she can’t hold her liquor and was barely able to stand. And thank God Hannah was her usual controlling self and wanted to drive. Otherwise, it’d be Bridgette who received three years in prison, and not the bitch. Not nearly enough time for all the charges she faced, including DUI and vehicular manslaughter. I was hoping for the max of ten years, or at least seven.

  Then again, I’m surprised her father wasn’t able to get her off completely.

  She’s served her time and I suppose it’s possible I might run into her someday. I heard she moved to Philadelphia, but her parents are still in town. Now that my inner voice has calmed down, I can’t imagine what would come out of my mouth if I ever ran into her again. Perhaps nothing.

  For two years I saw many of my former students around town, at the mall, grocery shopping, and at restaurants, but never said a word to any of them. It seemed pointless to say hello. I never had a big fan base and the few who did like me never bothered to write to ask what happened, if I was coming back, or anything, like, ‘sorry you left, thanks for everything!’ And the faces I once knew have faded away. I’ve been gone for a few years and my former students have all graduated and moved on. I’m officially an unknown.

  But I did run into Richard recently. He was at Starbucks, sitting with an older guy who I recognized immediately - the donor from the alumni party. The one who supposedly gifted our department twenty grand? I said hello and Richard introduced the guy as his uncle.

  His uncle.

  Can you say awkward?

  So, blonde Jesus scammed me! That bastard!

  Richard, my former Chair, the good saint of our department must’ve known what was in Margaret’s office. And he did exactly what one would expect him to; he stayed out of the situation. He backed off and let someone else muddle through the shit. He made up a bogus story and handed his keys over, hoping I would come across what I needed, and then he stepped back and waited. He didn’t want to deal with the cops and complicate his life. I should knee him in the nuts (if he has any), but if I ever do see him again, I might do an uncharacteristic thing and give him a hug.