Twisted Intentions

by Danielle James

  “Nothing…just…fucked up stuff.”

  “Anything to do with what Dana said about making me hate you?” I avoided his gaze and stared out at the water. The waves were crashing against the shore, the sun was going down, and I was ready to see Xavier. “Camilla?”

  “Huh? Oh…yeah. She’s actually right about that. I’m not getting into it though.”

  “You just sat here and made me fess up about Dana and now you’re tight-lipped? Spill it, little girl.”

  “Dad, seriously. Wrong tree to bark up.”

  “We’re gonna have no lies, no secrets between us Camilla.”

  “Ugh…please don’t make me feel guilty,” I whined. I folded my arms across my body and leaned against a wall. My defenses were really low and I didn’t have much more energy to fight. I knew I couldn’t tell him about Emmanuel though. He’d probably try to kill him. I threw him another bone though.

  “The guy I’m kinda seeing now…he used to be my teacher before I graduated.”

  “Oh…okay…”

  “I was fucking him while I was in school.” His face folded into a deeper frown.

  “Seriously?” He grunted. “You’re still seeing him?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you love him?” There was that damn question again. I rolled my eyes and waved my hand in the air as if I could wipe away my feelings for Xavier. It wasn’t working.

  “No. I like being around him though.” Dad tossed an arm around me and kissed my cheek. “You know what though?” I smiled.

  “What’s that baby girl?”

  “I do love you. Very much. I’m glad you’re back.” We hugged for a long time and I reveled in it. It felt like a piece of my heart was mending.

  Chapter Thirty

  Before I could go run to my safe place, I needed to hang out with Laurel. We’d had such a great breakthrough earlier and I felt so much closer to her after she found out about Emmanuel. She sat beside me on the bleachers of Trinity outside at the football field. It was pitch black outside except for the stars twinkling overhead. “I’m still digesting everything,” she told me honestly. “It’s not easy grasping the fact that you’re having sex with someone I’ve known as your father all this time.”

  “I get it,” I said.

  “I mean…I see the attraction though,” she tilted her head as if looking at a hologram of Emmanuel. I smirked at it. He was fine as hell. “When he came to the bedroom door I noticed he looked different. Like…a man.” I giggled and it turned into a full rolling laugh in seconds.

  “What the fuck was he supposed to look like Laurel?”

  “I don’t know! He always looks so…Pastor like. He looked like a fine ass man though. I was just like whoa Pastor Scott.” Laurel pulled out a little baggy with white pills in it and put one in my hand. What the hell was going on here? Laurel was never a pill popper. Shit, I had to fight to get her to smoke a blunt with me!

  “What is this?” I frowned. I don’t put shit in my mouth unless I know fully what it is.

  “It’s a Xanax. I got them from Chris. She got them from your mom’s stash.”

  Made sense. I knew Chris snuck Dana’s pills from time to time. Shit, I would too if I was Chris. However, my drug of choice was weed. I still popped it though.

  In a little while, Laurel and I were zoning out, sitting on the bleachers. “So, I think I hurt Christina’s feelings the other night. She asked what we were and I said a summer fling. She didn’t say anything but…still.” I lifted my head up and smiled at her.

  “Chris will be fine. Just…keep in touch with her. Don’t brush her off when you go to college.” Laurel nodded her head. “And make her cum like crazy before you leave.” I winked at her and then leaned my head back. Laurel laughed hard. “Seriously. A good orgasm will have her ass thinking about you all school year.” I told her with a thumbs up.

  “You would know.” She smirked. “So…can I ask you another personal question?” I raised up on my elbows and looked at her, trying to be serious for a second. The Xanax had me feeling so relaxed I could have fallen asleep right there.

  “Go head, Laurel. No secrets.”

  “Um…How is Xavier in bed?”

  “Oh god.” I clapped my hands together and howled with laughter. “He’s amazing! I told you. He’s so…controlling and he just knows what to do. God, now I need to go see him.”

  “I’m only a little jealous.” She laughed.

  “Don’t be. Now you have your own shit going on with my little sister.”

  “Camilla, we really can’t let her find out about you and Emmanuel. She would lose it.”

  “I know Laurel. Chill out. I got this. Emmanuel and I are just fucking. We’re not lounging around the house hugging and shit. It’s strictly business. He calls, I come…then I cum.” I giggled.

  “Oh my god, Camilla!”

  “What? You have no idea how intense he is. Earlier he made me have an orgasm just by pulling my hair.” I touched my hair subconsciously. “Now I’m on punishment.”

  “Punishment? How does that even work?”

  “He’s not fucking me today…maybe not tomorrow either. I was getting smart with him. He hates that shit.” Ding!

  It was Xavier.

  Xavier: Where are you?

  Me: I'm hanging out with Laurel. Be there soon.

  Xavier: No panties.

  Me: Me or you? LOL

  Xavier: You!

  “I gotta get ready to go,” I told Laurel. She let out a whine and then gave me a hug. I pulled back and smoothed her soft hair. “You wanna hang out again tomorrow?” I asked.

  “Yeah, sure.” She smiled.

  Xavier felt like familiarity and warmth. I was so happy to see him I nearly knocked him down with kisses. I climbed on top of him wearing a white dress with no panties as he’d requested. His hands found my bare ass and he squeezed then gave it a slap. I giggled and nibbled his bottom lip between my teeth.

  “Miss me?” He asked nearly out of breath from our make out session.

  “Yes. So much.” We hungrily crashed into another kiss and he wrapped his arms around me even tighter. His hand went under my dress and he started slipping his fingers back and forth along my wet slit. I was incredibly turned on and my pussy lips were so puffy and tender. His needy mouth gobbled up my whimpers and his touch was like sunshine on me, I wanted to fucking sunbathe in it.

  After enough torture, he pushed his fingers inside of me and I wiggled my hips around to match his rhythm. Xavier’s full lips sucked on my neck and his free hand pushed the thin spaghetti straps of my dress down. I slid my arms out and let my breasts free. Xavier’s dick was so hard it was starting to hurt my inner thigh with its stiffness.

  I loved it.

  “I missed you so much.” I moaned.

  “I know. Your pussy is so fucking wet.” He took his fingers out of me and licked them clean. My mind flashed to Emmanuel doing the same and I felt a pang of guilt. Why the fuck did Xavier always tap into my feelings? I pushed the image of Emmanuel from my mind and focused on Xavier. “Bend over.” He instructed. I bent over the foot of his bed and anxiously waited for his dick. It didn’t come.

  He shoved his tongue into my waiting pussy instead and I let out a loud cry of pleasure. I squirmed and wiggled, gripping his sheets in my tight fists. It felt like his tongue filled me up and then in a second it was gone. “Xavier…” I pleaded. I wanted the softness of his tongue back inside of me. It felt so good. Then he shoved that big dick inside of me. Right when I wasn’t expecting it. I saw stars.

  His strong hands gripped my hips and pulled me back on his cock. I screamed out and he grunted, deep and animalistic. I could feel juices rolling down my walls and onto him. My thighs became wet and the sound of our bodies colliding was amplified in the air.

  Xavier pulled out of me and slapped my ass with his dick, making me yelp. “Your pussy is so creamy Camilla.” He pulled my hair and made me face his glistening dick. Glistening with my pussy juices. I was so t
urned on. “Suck it all off.” He told me. “Clean that shit.” My skin tingled as I took him in my mouth. I slurped and moaned as I licked every drop of my wetness from his hardness. Then he bent me back over and kept fucking me. When he slipped back inside of my I winced at the stinging from him being inside before. My pussy was sore in the best way.

  Xavier found my clit with his long fingers then rubbed and pinched it until my whole body tensed with an oncoming orgasm. Once he knew I came, he released his load inside of me. I came again when he did and my walls locked him down and wouldn’t let go of his hard dick. I was having spasms on him. After a certain point, Xavier just laughed. “You just don’t wanna let me go, do you?”

  “Just…give me a second.” I panted.

  “Nah, I like this shit.” He growled in my ear. His dick started getting hard again, filling me up. My cunt responded like magic and loosened for him. He started to buck against my hips and I pushed back. Before I knew it, we were fucking again. Round two.

  My poor pussy was so sore. Emmanuel wouldn’t have to worry about me bothering him for dick. I needed days to recover from the shit Xavier just did.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Xavier

  Whatever the other guy Camilla was fucking did to her wouldn’t hold a candle to how I beat her pussy up. She was walking funny and everything. Each time I saw her hobble to the bathroom I grinned arrogantly.

  My pussy.

  When she laid beside me for the night, I felt whole. Her small frame was all but swallowed in my t-shirt and she looked so cute. I wanted to pick her up and put her on my dick again but I was nice and let her sleep. I couldn’t promise she wouldn’t wake her up with her pussy in my mouth though.

  Camilla was fighting again in her sleep, and it woke me up. She tossed and turned and mumbled angrily. I leaned up on my elbow to peer down at her. Her long hair was up in a bun, wrapped in a colorful silk scarf, making her expressions the only thing I saw. She was scowling and turning her head from one side to the other. I put my hand on her flat stomach, trying to comfort her and she did breathe a little softer. I could be her knight in shining armor.

  I joked a lot about her telling me she loved me but a part of me wanted her to say it, and not just during sex. I managed to keep my own feelings under wraps but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care deeply for her. “Mmm…” She whined with her eyes closed.

  “It’s okay Camilla,” I kissed her cheek and she turned away from me, putting her ass on my dick. I wasn’t complaining.

  “Emmanuel…” The name rolled from her lips in a sensual way. For some reason, I got wildly jealous. I had to force myself to calm down. Emmanuel was her pastor dad. There was no need to become territorial over him.

  “I love you, Camilla,” I spoke into her ear before laying down again.

  “Xavier…” She moaned for me this time. I pulled her closer to me and kissed the back of her neck where I saw another fading hickey. I gritted my teeth and tried to get some sleep but I would talk to her about it in the morning.

  I finally had Camilla to myself for more than an hour. So I fucked her every way I could. She was getting in the shower and I fucked her on the bathroom sink. She made me breakfast and I fucked her on the counter. We had a picnic in the backyard and I fucked her on the table.

  “Oh my god…” She laughed. “You are such a nympho.”

  “I told you I have an appetite.”

  “I know. But shit.” I told Camilla about my nearly insatiable needs but I wasn’t sure she actually got it. If I went too long without fucking, I’d have sex with any female I saw in my path. That’s exactly how Bianca got fucked.

  “You tired of me already?” I smirked at her.

  “No. Just making a note.” It was time for me to talk to her about the hickey-giver.

  “A note not to fuck your other man before you come see me?” She sat straight up and looked at me with big cat-like eyes.

  “What are you talking about, Xavier?” I moved her hair from the nape of her neck and pointed out the hickey. Her cheeks reddened. “We’re free to do whatever we want, right?”

  “Yeah, but remember we talked about transparency?” My jaw clenched, but I was trying not to show her I was angry. I really had no place to be since I jumped on her about Bianca.

  “Okay. We don’t need names, I just want to know when you’re actively fucking another girl.”

  “So you are actively fucking another man?”

  “Yes.” Her answer was so simple and quick; I had to swallow back the knot in my throat. Tightness spread across my chest and spread out to my muscles. Just picturing Camilla moaning someone else’s name and clinging to them, bending for them, it set me on fire. “And you’re fucking…” She let her words hang in the air as she waited for my response.

  “Nobody. I fucked the chick from the grocery store. I’m not fucking her actively though. You’re the only one.” I felt fucking stupid for even saying that. I should have lied. Now my cheeks were heating up. Camilla’s eyes softened and she climbed in my lap.

  “Seriously?” She asked.

  “Yeah…evidently, I’m stupid. I should be sleeping with so many women.” I laughed dryly. It’s not like I couldn’t, but Camilla honestly gave me what I needed…when she came around often enough.

  “No…don’t say that.” She straddled me and I felt my dick grow. “When you told me about that…bitch from the grocery store, I don’t ever remember being so…”

  “Angry?” I smirked, remembering her flying off the handle.

  “No, hurt. I was actually hurt, Xavier.” I was shocked. Not little miss I hate feelings actually being hurt and over me no less. It just made me resent her other man so much more. I’m sure I could try to convince her to just be with me and see where it takes us but knowing her, she wouldn’t. And knowing me, I wouldn’t sit around waiting forever.

  “Well, no need to be hurt, Camilla. We agreed to this open and honest policy.” She nodded reluctantly in response. “Is this other guy a serious thing? Or is he casual?” Her entire body tensed and she looked anywhere but at me. I turned her chin so that she could only look at me. “He’s serious?” I asked.

  “Not in a relationship sense…he just…he’s…” She stammered and climbed off of me. My dick missed her warmth. I missed her warmth. “I can’t talk to you about this, Xavier. It’s too weird.” Her brown skin showed specks of gold and cinnamon when she moved around. I wanted to put my tongue on her.

  “If we’re together, then you can talk to me about anything. I don’t want details about him fucking you. I just wanna know how real you two are together.” I inhaled and put my elbows on my knees. “I wanna know which one of us has your heart.” I felt a lump rise in my throat and I forced it down. I had feelings for Camilla. I love Camilla.

  I needed to let her know that at least.

  Camilla started trembling, and her eyes glistened with tears. I wasn’t sure what I said to hurt her but I wanted to take it back. Instead, I just waited silently. “You do Xavier. I think…I love you.”

  I couldn’t hide the big smile that forced my lips to turn up. She was still crying though. It made the smile hard to keep. “I love you too.” I blurted, realizing I’d kinda left her hanging. “But why are you crying? Last time I checked, love was a good thing.” I chuckled, but she didn’t.

  “Because I’m not the type to fall in love. I don’t deserve your love and your devotion, Xavier.”

  “Don’t say shit like that. Clearly, you deserve my love or I wouldn’t feel the way I do.”

  “That’s because you don’t know half the things I do. You wouldn’t love me if you did.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and sped away from me. I blocked her exit with my body and folded my arms. She was not running away from this.

  “Tell me everything,” I demanded.

  “No!” She slapped at my chest but I barely felt anything.

  “Are you done? You’re just gonna tire yourself out, Camilla. Now talk to me.”
My voice lowered to a growl and she stopped fighting. I turned her around and pointed her back towards the couch, where she dropped her keys and flopped down like an angry child.

  “Why are you doing this? Just let me go, trust me you’ll be better off not knowing anything.”

  “I’ll be the judge of what I should and shouldn’t know. Now stop bullshitting and talk to me.” Camilla was quiet for a long while, and I just kicked my feet up and put my hands behind my head. I could wait all day if I had to. I had a job interview at 4 pm but it was only 12 so I had time.

  “Xavier, don’t do this.”

  “Unless you plan to tell me what you’re doing that’s so fucked up I wouldn’t love you anymore…I don’t wanna hear shit.” Camilla crossed and uncrossed her legs several times. She shifted her position and huffed loudly into the air. All passive aggressive ways of trying to get me to let up, but I refused to. If I could love her through all the shit we’d been through so far, I didn’t see how one more thing could make me give up.

  “Okay. I’ll tell you.” She finally said. I opened my eyes and looked into her emerald pools. Finally.

  “Can you just…tell me you love me one more time before I tell you?”

  “I love you, Camilla.” I kissed the backs of her hands and waited for the bomb to drop.

  “I’m fucking…someone else.”

  “I know that. Is that what the big deal is? So what?” She shook her head fervently and continued.

  “It’s not just that I’m fucking him. It’s who he is.”

  “Who the hell is it?” I was tired of the waiting game already.

  “It’s…Emmanuel.” Her voice turned so small I had to strain to hear.

  “Who?” I narrowed my eyes and leaned in, because I know it wasn’t who I thought it was.

  “Emmanuel.” She said louder and clear as a bell. Was she fucking her father? Her stepfather to be exact. I stood to my feet and paced the floor.

  “Your stepfather? Pastor dad? Pastor Scott?” I had to make completely sure. Camilla nodded her head each time and avoided my gaze. I didn’t know what the hell to say. How do you respond to that? It explained why she was calling his name in her sleep though. Camilla reached for me but I pulled away. It only served to hurt her, because she became engulfed in sobs.