Ellis didn’t say anything else, just climbed on his bike, put on his helmet and when it roared to life, I knew it was time to go home.
When we returned home, Ellis disappeared into the house without a word. I decided to take the time to wash my bike and make sure she was all taken care of even though I knew Patrick had made sure she was the whole time I was gone. Really, I just didn’t want to go inside. I still didn’t fully understand what had happened between Ellis and I or rather my reaction to him or the way he was acting. I had figured he only wanted me since I was the ‘forbidden fruit’ so to speak, but that’s not how he was acting. It just caused me to be even more confused.
Taking my time to thoroughly clean my bike took less than an hour. With nothing else left to do, I finally returned to the house. I could hear men and women talking, laughing in the living room and quite possibly the kitchen, but I wasn’t in the social mood. I quickly went up the stairs as I walked down the hall, my heeled boots clicked against the clean hardwood floors. Well, maybe clean was a stretch, but they weren’t half as filthy as they had been earlier. That made me happy. Yes, I know I have issues with floors but hey, it brought a smile to my face that I got my way with one thing today.
Once in my room, I pulled off my boots, setting them next to my bed. As I stripped down to take a shower, my phone rang. It wasn’t a regular call, it was a video call from Jeremiah. I quickly ran my fingers through my hair before answering.
“Well, if that isn’t a sight for sore eyes.” Jeremiah spoke as soon as my image was up on the screen.
“Hey.” I gave him a sad excuse for a smile. The longer I was away from him, the less I found attractive about him. I was really beginning to wonder why I had spent two years with him. “How are you?”
“Missing you. Can’t wait to see you in a month. I’m counting down the days, are you?” Jeremiah flashed me a half smile. In my mind, I saw Ellis’ genuine smile and knew right then that Jeremiah’s was completely fake. I shook away the confusing thoughts. What was wrong with me? Ellis should be the farthest thing from my thoughts when I had my boyfriend on the phone. I tried to smile and focus on Jeremiah’s face.
“I am. I can’t wait to see you.” I said it because I knew that’s what he expected from me. “Where will you be staying when you are here?”
“With you, of course. I want to see how you are living and all that. If I get a hotel room, I’ll keep you locked up in it the whole week that I’m there and won't get to see anything but that sweet pussy and ass of yours.” Jeremiah scratched at his short curly black hair. “As much as I would enjoy that, I’d like to know more about what you are doing with your days now that you aren’t here, you know?”
“Yeah. I get it. I think you’ll be bored here. I don’t do a whole lot. Sit in my room, work out, ride my bike, hang with the guys. That's about it.” I sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Which guys? What are you doing when you’re with them?” Jealousy dripped from his voice.
“Monk and Brew mostly. We haven’t really done much. Mostly play pool or darts. I know it bothers you so I try to mostly keep to myself. We are having a party here this weekend though, so there’ll be a lot of people at the house. Absolutely nothing to worry about since I’ve already been instructed to stay in my room, away from everyone by my brother.”
“Good. I always knew I liked Patrick. Just keeping your safety in mind. Sometimes you just don’t do the smartest things.”
“Yep. I know you two are always just thinking of what’s best for me.” I scowled and tried to keep my sarcasm to myself. "Since you aren’t here I’ve just been trying to do what I know you’d want me to do so you'll be happy when you get here.”
“I know you think you’re this badass chick, but you need us men to look out for you.” Jeremiah said, making my molars grind. He didn't listen to me, yet again.
“I was just about to jump in the shower before you called. Can I call you later?” I forced a smile on my lips, doubting it would pass if he really looked. Instead, he was trying to see lower than the phone was showing.
“Are you naked?” Without waiting for me to answer, I could see the jostling of the phone on his end. Then my image was filled with his erect dick in his hand. “Show me."
“No.” I refused. I wasn’t in the mood, especially after his comments.
“Show me, now. You don’t want me to hang up frustrated, do you? Look at how hard my cock is.” He said moving his phone even closer to his erect cock jutting out from his camouflage pants. Sighing, I knew it was just easier to give in so I held the phone back letting him see my bare breasts. “Christ, you are so fucking sexy. Hang on, let me get some lube ‘cause I need to come while I watch you touch that beautiful body.”
I rolled my eyes since I knew he couldn’t see. I heard a drawer open and the snap of a bottle lid before the phone moved back to his cock which was now slick with lube as he slowly stroked himself. Funny, all I really wanted was to end this call and get a shower so I could sleep. However, I knew if I tried to rush off the phone, Jeremiah would never stop asking why I didn’t want to play with him. Sighing, I climbed back on the bed because I knew exactly where this was going. I would play the part he wanted me to play. I lowered my voice to the level I knew he loved. “Let me see you slide over that big cock of yours.”
“Hell yeah, keep talking like that while showing me your tits and I’m gonna come quick.” He said that every time, yet it always took forever for him to actually come. At least I’d get a few days’ break once he got off.
“Oh yeah, baby, let me see you shoot that come all over your hand so I can imagine it’s spurting all over my mouth.” I moaned even though nothing about the call turned me on. I moved the phone so that he could see my bare pussy as I rubbed in the general area of my clit. “Oh yeah, see how hot you make that pussy?”
“God, your sexy voice and that sweet bare pussy. Shit, that’s hot.” Jeremiah groaned and I could hear his hand slipping up and down his lubed up cock.
“That’s right. I’m imagining that cock sliding into my pussy.” I leaned my head back against my pillow and caught movement from the corner of my eye. Turning my eyes, I locked eyes with Ellis as he closed and locked the door behind him. Trying not to panic, I tried to continue as if I didn’t just have someone interrupt us. My eyes never left Ellis though. “Do you want that cock in my pussy?”
“Fuck yeah.” Jeremiah’s voice came from my phone but I was no longer listening. I was more focused on the man at the door, who was watching me as I touched myself with one hand and held a phone close to my body with the other. I was getting turned on just looking at the man across the room. I licked my lips as I traced my fingers along the outside of my pussy. I could see Ellis’ body tense and knew he could see what I was doing with my fingers.
“Do you wish it was your cock pressing inside my pussy like this?” I asked as I slid a finger into my now wet pussy. Sad, just seeing Ellis fully clothed had my pussy wetter than Jeremiah’s erect cock had. I bit down on my lip as I added another finger pumping into my tight channel. My fingers slowly moved in and out while my eyes traced over Ellis’ body. When his hands moved to his jeans and released his large cock into his own hand, I couldn’t hold back a moan. I watched as his hand started to tease the head of his thick penis then start pumping up and down his shaft, his eyes fixed on mine. “I can just imagine you sucking on my clit while your fingers pump deep in my pussy, just like this.” I moaned again, arching my back. I could hear Jeremiah muttering something but I didn’t care. In my mind, it was just Ellis and me in the room. I was performing for him and him alone. His hand started to move faster, in time with my fingers sliding in and out of my pussy. Just as I felt my orgasm start clawing up my body, Jeremiah’s voice broke through my haze.
“I want them in your ass. Let me see you push in that tight ass.” Jeremiah demanded. I hesitated, not wanting Ellis to see that side of me. “NOW." Jeremiah yelled through the phone. I squeezed my eyes shut and s
lid my fingers through the lube from my pussy once more before slowly and tenderly inserting one finger into my tight puckered hole. “Fuck. Now that is where I want my cock. I want to watch as I tear open that tight hole and you scream out."
I turned my head away from where Ellis was. I should’ve known it would take this turn; it usually did. Jeremiah was never turned on by normal sex. He always wanted to go farther, see me in pain, and cause me pain. I continued to follow his orders but kept my head turned away from the door until Jeremiah finally shouted out in his release. When I turned back towards the door, Ellis was gone and the door was shut, like he’d never been there. Was it all my imagination or had he really been there?
I hit the end button on my phone since I knew Jeremiah wouldn’t care now that he’d gotten what he wanted from me. I got up from the bed, embarrassed that yet again, I had let him control me, make me do whatever he wanted me to do, even though he was only on the phone. I don't know why I could put everyone else in their place, but not Jeremiah. Never Jeremiah. Maybe it was because I knew that he wasn’t afraid to punish me. Maybe it was because he had so many secrets to hang over my head. I don’t know and I didn’t want to push it. I’d do what he wanted as long as he left my secrets locked away.
I took a very long, very hot shower to wash all the memories of the nasty things I’d done for the man I loved, if what we had was considered love. The more time I spent away from him, the more I realized that maybe what we had wasn’t love after all. Not that I ever knew love before. Men in my life weren’t the sweet loving kind you read about in books. No, I grew up with men using women for what they were made for, a wet hole to get off in. A couple years back, I had been raped but no one believed me about it happening. I had even convinced myself that the whole thing was my fault, even going so far as to call the rape a misunderstanding.
That was the life I lived. No matter how hard I fought to stand up for myself and what I wanted, some things that were ingrained into me from a young age were hard change. I thought moving halfway around the world would’ve made things better between me and Jeremiah, but I was starting to see that things would never be different. The only way to really change anything would be to completely break ties, which I would have the perfect chance to do when I moved to DC. That’s what I would have to do. I would completely cut all connections with everyone I knew. I would connect to Patrick only when I had to so he wouldn’t worry, but I would take it as my chance to start over. A clean slate. Have a life that I wanted, that I built up for as long as I could get away with it. Now to get through the next two and a half months.
Splitting my time between my bedroom and the gym, days slowly passed until it was finally the night of the party. I was looking forward to the break in the monotony. I hadn’t talked to Patrick or Ellis since the day of the bike ride and Ellis walking in on my phone call with Jeremiah. The single time I had seen Ellis we’d been in the hall, but as soon as he saw me, he turned around and walked the other way. I didn’t get the chance to say anything, not that I even knew what I would say. I didn’t know what I was doing besides screwing things up. This whole thing with Ellis was intense and unexpected, while what Jeremiah and I had was the exact opposite.
Two years ago, I had fallen madly in love with this nice, decent looking man that always seemed to be at the same parties I went to. After an awkward beginning, he’d wined and dined me and made me fall in love with him. That side of him only stuck around for a few months though. Then I got to meet the real Jeremiah; the controlling, my way or deal with the consequences Jeremiah. I had a love/hate relationship with him. We had many good times over the two years we’d been together but they were far outnumbered by the not so good times. While I wasn’t happy with him, I wasn’t completely unhappy either. That was just the way I was raised. You took the bad with the good in any relationship.
As I was blow drying my hair, I thought about the day I told Jeremiah that I was getting out of the military. It hadn’t gone well. He’d beaten me badly, but he was good at not leaving behind marks; at least ones that couldn’t be covered by my uniform. That’s what always made it hard for me to understand. While Jeremiah would say he would just get so upset he’d black out, he would also make sure he only hurt me where the damage could be hidden. It took a lot of convincing to get him to believe that I was going to return to him once I finalized my discharge papers. That was one of the reasons I planned to go off the grid for a while once I hit DC. I knew that if my brother or the boys got wind of the way that Jeremiah treated me, they’d want to have words with him. Or rather they’d have a few lessons to teach him with their fists, which is exactly why I didn’t want them involved. I got myself into this situation and I’d get myself out of it, one way or another.
Pushing the memories back, I carefully did my make-up, covering all the bruises as well as I could. I had a soft blush and bronzed look with smoky eyes and dark eyeliner when I was done. Next, I had to figure out what to wear. I didn’t have a huge selection to pick from since I’d only packed the one bag, but I had packed a couple dresses. I slipped on sheer, thigh high panty hose with a black, silk thong and bra. Deciding I wanted to show off my legs, I picked the dress with a high neck and long loose sleeves that fitted perfectly against my body and ended a couple inches below my ass. This way, at least if Patrick did see me, he couldn’t say anything about me showing too much skin. Hell, I’d probably be the most covered woman in the house.
Slipping on a pair of strappy, four inch heels, I opened my door to peek down the hall. Since there was no one in sight, I glanced in the mirror one final time before pulling my hair over my shoulder to help shield the bruised side of my face. It might be hidden with makeup, but I still knew they were there. I tiptoed carefully down the hall, trying to keep my heels from clicking against the floor. Once I reached the stair case, I quickly made my way down before slipping out the back door. People were scattered around the backyard. I filled a red cup with beer from the iced down keg and made my way over to where I saw Brew and Monk kickin’ it.
“So, she makes an appearance.” Monk greeted me when I walked up. With a wink and a smile, I slipped into his chair.
“And what an appearance she makes. Whew,” Brew said, sticking his tongue out and panting like a dog.
“Put that shit back in your mouth. It’s disgusting.” I laughed at him before taking a big gulp of the beer. It tasted like piss, but it was the only alcohol I saw so it'd have to do. I quickly drank the rest of the glass hoping it would help make it taste better.
“Whoa there, little lady. Take it easy.” One of the guys in the group said. I flicked my eyes to him, looking him up and down. His leather vest struggled to cover his large, round gut. When I looked back up to his eyes, he was scratching at his short beard, licking his lips as he too took in my body. “Can I get you another?”
“Yeah, no thanks.” I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea so I got my own refill. On my way back from the keg, I saw Ellis near one of the fire pits with a brunette in his lap. Her lips on his neck, his hands filled with her ass. Funny, that must be his thing. I’d thought it was sexy when it was my ass in his hands, but now it just pissed me off. Gripping my cup tighter, I turned and returned to my group. I stood as far from beer gut as I could, which put me right next to Brew.
“Hey beautiful. What got your fine ass all dressed up tonight?” Brew’s hand ran down my back but stopped well above my ass.
“I felt like getting pretty, what can I say? There is a little bit of a woman somewhere in me. Plus, after spending so much time in my room, I was starting to feel like a hermit. I needed some fresh air and people to talk to. Dressing up helped me feel human again after being in my sweats for so long.” I shrugged, taking a sip from my cup.
“Well, if you ever need someone to help you get a good, hot and sweaty work out in, you know where to find me. And trust me, I could work this ass good.” Brew said giving my ass a hard slap. I gave him a deadpan look, an eyebrow raised and he held up bo
th hands. "Just putting the offer out there.”
“I’m not actually looking to get laid tonight, but thanks.” I shook my head at him, knowing the offer was all hot air. There would never be anything more than teasing between us. He was like another brother to me.
“If you’ll excuse me, I am getting laid tonight and I see a mighty fine pussy that I want to tap.” Brew walked away as I snorted at him. I quickly drank the rest of the beer, causing me to burp, loudly. I shrugged with a laugh then went to get more. There is only so much ‘lady’ I can contain and I was maxed out with the dress, make-up and hair. Plus, with only beer, I’d have to put away a lot more of it than hard alcohol if I wanted to even get a buzz.
“You lookin’ for some company, sexy?” A gravelly voice spoke from behind me as I made my way to the keg again. Before I could turn to see who it was, I felt hands squeezing my breasts, a wide body pressed into me from behind. Elbowing the gut of the man, I spun quickly and shoved his shoulders hard as my cup fell forgotten to the ground. I should’ve probably been afraid of the big man with tattoos covering his arms and bare chest under his leather cut, but I wasn’t.
“What the fuck?” Anger boiled through me. Fucking pig. “You do not just grab a woman’s tits.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are, woman? Do you not know your place here? I can help you out with that.” Mr. Hands On slurred at me as he got close enough for his beer breath to make my nose wrinkle. One of his hands moved to wrap around my arm but I stepped sideways so he missed.
“I highly recommend you back the fuck up from Wrench’s sister.” Ellis was behind me, I could feel the heat radiating off his body. The man quickly whirled back a few steps and lowered his head and shoulders.
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