by Vivian Ward
“Don’t worry about me. Look at what they did to you. Are you okay?”
I nod, biting my lip. My face is still sore where he’s holding it, but I’m not going to tell him that. It feels tender, and a bit swollen.
It almost feels like what I’d imagine a steak feels like after you pulverize it with a meat tenderizer, even though my face didn’t take that kind of beating. The monster’s hands were gigantic and strong as hell.
“I'm all right,” I push his hand away. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
“Here,” he walks to the freezer and gets a bag of frozen peas. “Put this on your face.”
I’m not sure why but I find it whimsical that he—a single man—has a bag of frozen peas, and start laughing as I hold it up to my face.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“This,” I hold the bag up to him. “You don’t strike me as the frozen vegetable type.”
“I’m not,” he rolls his eyes. “I hired a maid once, about a year ago, and sent her to do grocery shopping and she brought them back.”
“Oh,” I laugh. “Why’d you get rid of her?”
“Do you see this place? I’m never home to make a mess.”
He has a point.
Suddenly, it doesn’t matter that there was another woman in his apartment just moments ago. I don’t care who she is or why she was here. All that matters is that I’m here with him now.
“I’m sorry about everything,” he says to me. “It was wrong of me to call you and say all of those things, and I was out of line for what happened the other night,” his eyes gaze down at the couch.
I know what he’s referring to, in particular by the way he cast his eyes downward. He’s talking about the night when he was on top of me. Right here, on this couch.
“Don’t,” I stop him. “Don’t apologize. I’m not worried about it.”
“Joline, do me a favor, please. Don’t shut me out of your life? I didn’t mean it. That girl that was just here, I don’t even know her. I found her online and had her come over. She doesn’t mean anything to me. Only you mean something to me.”
“I don’t want to—,” he shuts me up by kissing me.
A deep, long, passionate kiss.
I don’t even try to pull away from him. Instead, I go with it, and I’m kissing him back.
After a moment, my phone rings, interrupting our kiss. It’s his brother, Trent.
“Hey, babe,” I say, looking at Zack. “What are you doing?”
“I was wondering if you’d join me for dinner tonight and maybe let me lick the dessert off of you in the bedroom.”
“Um,” I try to think fast. “I’m with one of my friends right now that I ran into earlier so can I call you later and let you know then?”
“If you have plans, I don’t mind tagging along and being the third wheel.”
Oh, but I think you would.
“I don’t know; we’ll see. I’ll text you later, but right now it looks like we’re planning on having a girl’s night to do some catching up.”
Why is lying becoming so easy for me to do now?
Zack picks up my hand and begins kissing my fingertips, sucking them into his mouth.
“Okay,” he sounds a bit down. “Let me know, and Joline? I love you.”
“Talk to you later,” I blurt out. Before I can fully register what he even said to me, I hang up the phone, but it’s too late now.
He probably thinks I blew him off. Fuck.
“Everything okay?” Zack says to me as he leans in and begins kissing along my neck.
His scent is to die for; it’s so masculine and sexy. With kisses trailing along my collar bone, I can feel myself heating up from the center of my core and that familiar wetness returns to my middle.
“Yeah.”
I feel myself slipping farther away from reality and find myself not caring. When did I become this woman?
His hand begins to skate up my shirt, and his light touch makes my body tingle. I get lost in the sensation as he pulls my bra to the side and begins gently squeezing my nipples.
Looking into his sea-green eyes, I get lost in the waves that are crashing against me, rocking this boat that I’m on. This teetering weathered boat that’s trying to rough the storm and make it home safely. Except this ship doesn’t know where it’s supposed to be right now.
I know that if I let this happen, this sex with Zack, that it will taint my relationship with Trent forever. Things will never be the same, and I will have broken the trust he’s given me.
But if I don’t do this, I might not ever have another shot. I’ll never know, and there will always be that ‘what if’ in the back of my mind, eating away at me. This is something that I’ve dreamt about more than once or twice, but it doesn’t make me feel any less guilty.
His kisses are trailing down the center of my cleavage, and I moan. Pulling his head up because I need to feel his lips on mine once again. Kissing him again ignites something deep inside of me, and I can’t go without him inside me for another minute.
Reaching down, I grab him inside his pants and feel his length in my hand; it’s so hard that I can literally feel it throbbing.
We break our kiss for a moment and study each other’s face as we let the reality of what we’re about to do sink in.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he flexes his dick in my hand.
“Are you sure you want to?” I counter.
“Let me see your tits,” he says. “I’ve been dying to see them forever.”
Slowly, I lift my shirt above my head and let it land on the floor beside me before I unclasp my bra, allowing my breasts to spill out of the cups. The cold air in the room causes goose pimples to raise around my areolas and my nipples turn into hardened pebbles.
Enveloping his hands around my breasts, he firmly grips them and squeezes them.
“Fuck. You have the nicest rack I’ve ever seen.”
Leaning forward, he takes my nipple into his mouth and begins sucking on it while his hands continues squeezing both of my breasts. Slowly, he pulls my nipple out of his mouth, making it longer and harder than I’ve ever seen one of my nipples become.
“Stand up and take your pants off.”
I don’t question him; I just do as I’m told. Standing before him, I slide my pants off and begin to push my panties down.
“Turn around. Let me see your ass.”
Completely nude, I turn around and show him my ass. His warm hands firmly grip each cheek.
“Damn, Joline. You have the thickest, nicest ass I’ve ever fucking grabbed.”
His hands feel more like hooks as he grabs a thick piece of meat off each side and slowly pinches it, pulling it and stretching it.
My sex heats up and becomes wetter with the thought of his hands being so close to it. A few more inches and he could feel my wetness (again) if he wants to.
Standing up behind me, he presses his hard cock against my ass as his hands find a secure resting spot on my hips and he pulls me into him. Rocking his hips, he thrusts into me over and over. The only thing that’s preventing him from penetrating me is the thin material from his sweat pants that’s separating us.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he grabs my hand and leads me to his bedroom. “I want to fuck you right now.”
Fucking. That’s exactly what we’ll be doing. He doesn’t love me; not like his brother does.
Raw, passionate, carnal fucking.
“Lean over the edge of the bed and show me your pussy,” he orders.
Obeying him, I do exactly as he says. It’s like he’s the one working the voodoo now.
He reaches out and touches me, feeling my arousal.
“So fucking wet. I like how your body responds to me, Joline.”
Moaning at his touch, I push my ass out, hoping he’ll slip a finger inside of me. I want him inside me so fucking much. He doesn’t take the bait, at least not yet.
“Are you still sure? Once we do this, there’s no
going back,” he reminds me.
“Yes.”
He flips me onto my back so that I’m laying spread-eagle across his bed, diagonally. Grabbing my legs, he leans forward before he slides himself into me and puts my ankles on his shoulders.
“You want it hard?” he asks.
I nod.
“Whatever you want, but yes, I’d like it hard.”
“This is going to be completely worth it,” he says, positioning himself between my legs.
Up until now, Zack and I have only had the illusion that we’re just friends. But now that everything is spiraling out of control and happening faster than we could ever imagine, things are coming to light.
I know that doing this will certainly change my relationship with both of them. Nothing will ever be the same with Trent or Zack. Not only will it change my relationship with them, but it will change theirs forever.
The next thing I know, it happens all at once. Before I have the opportunity to change my mind or rethink my decision, he slips himself inside me.
Just like that, my innocent relationship with him is lost. Forever tarnished. In his words, “There's no going back.”
And it feels so good and so bad. So right, yet so wrong.
He feels so different inside of me than his brother does. Not as thick, but longer. Different. He fills me in a way that his brother never could.
Tossing my head back, I close my eyes as my inner devil silences my inner angel, telling her to shut the hell up, to let me enjoy this.
My body takes him in, my wetness glistening on his cock as my arousal covers him, and I like it. His fingers leave my ankles and settle for a thicker spot; my hips.
Digging his fingers into my skin, he fucks me harder, leaving indentations behind as he takes me.
A low throaty growl escapes his throat as he picks up his pace and his fingers dig deeper into my skin, his trimmed nails cutting into my flesh, leaving behind half moons as he brings himself closer to cumming.
I reach down, massaging my clit as he continues hammering into me and bring myself to climax along with him.
As the hours pass by, more rounds of incessant fucking ensue, and we fuck until both of us are exhausted. I can barely walk because my legs are so wobbly and bowlegged.
My phone has rung several times; a combination of my dad and Trent.
But right now, I have other things on my mind.
“I better get going,” I say he cradles me in his arms. The two of us are lying in bed, staring at the ceiling fan.
“Stay. Stay the night with me. I don’t want you to go back home.”
Lying next to him makes me realize two things:
1) I want to be with him.
2) I have to help him.
Against my better judgment, I snuggle up close to him for the night and let myself forget about the missed phone calls and unread text messages. I’ll deal with them tomorrow.
Chapter 19
Scrubbing the guilt off myself, I don’t feel like I can get my skin clean enough.
It’s red and raw, but it doesn’t stop me from layering my body pouf with more soap and repeating the scrubbing ritual that’s taking place under the hot water.
My body might be dirty, but I don’t realize how dirty I am until I go to wash down there. We fucked so much last night that I’m completely filled with his seed, and it feels like I’ll never be able to wash all of it away.
The scorching hot water is a welcoming pain that I feel emotionally because I deserve to be punished. Trent’s a great guy; he didn’t ask for any of this, and I’ve brought it all upon myself.
Greed, danger, sex, money, and power. I wanted it all. I got one small taste, and that was all it took until I was hooked. I thought I had it all figured out until I started stripping off clothes in Zack’s apartment and began lying to Trent about everything.
Even if I wanted to walk away from all of it right now, I can’t. I’m still waiting to hear back from the two guidos who showed up at my dad’s house.
I finally get out of the shower and send Trent a text, offering a weak excuse as to why I ignored him last night.
Sorry, babe. Got carried away with my girl’s night out. I’ll talk to you later.
