My Way Series: Books 1-3

by H. J. Bellus

  “It’s none of my business, anyway. Hope she was good. I bet you remember her boobs.”

  “Lacey! Would you fucking listen to me? I haven’t had sex with anyone in Colorado but you! Want me to prove it?”

  I shook my head as I continued to glare at the gorgeous asshat. He grabbed me by the wrist and hauled my ass back up to the counter to where the bimbo was.

  “Hey, my best friend here doesn’t believe me. Could you please clear up an issue for us? Because one day I’d like to make her mine and have no confusion about me and other girls. Have you ever had sex with me?”

  “Uh, no! I have a boyfriend.”

  “Let’s just make everything perfectly clear for this stubborn jackass of a woman…have I or have I not ever titty fucked you?”

  The bimbo gasped in horror with Tripp’s very frank words. She was incredibly embarrassed and almost on the verge of tears, and it was all because of my stupid jealousy. I felt a teensy weensy bit bad for her, but then again, she should try a little harder to keep her fake boobs back behind the effin’ counter.

  “Are you happy, Lacey?” Tripp asked as we walked back over to the treadmills.

  Okay, I really sucked at this friend/relationship shit. I was instantly jealous when I saw Tripp talking to another woman, yet he was only a friend. I never apologized to anyone for anything, but I owed an apology to him.

  “Tripp, I’m sorry. Do I still get to watch your fine ass work up a sweat?”

  Tripp grabbed my face and instantly made the moment very serious. I was trying to brush it off and act like everything was fine and we will know the secret code for fine. Fine = fucked up beyond belief.

  “Lacey, I’m never going to hurt you. I promise.”

  “I can’t say the same thing, Tripp. I’m a fuck-up and don’t deserve anything good.”

  “Let me be the judge of that,” he said, as he hopped onto the treadmill and started to jog.

  He then pointed to the treadmill next to him, as if I was supposed to do something. I haven’t jogged since junior high gym, and even then I tried to cut class when word of the mile run came up. There was that one time I did run from the cops, it was a full-on sprint, though.

  “You gonna join me?”

  “Nope!”

  “Get your ass up there and see if you can keep up, Princess,” he teased.

  That was it. I flipped him a double bird, and jumped on the treadmill. Forty minutes later, I thought I was going to die. My legs were burning, lungs were scorching and my stomach was threatening to vomit. I could feel sweat beads flowing, not dripping, between my boobs and the crack of my ass. Jesus Christ! I’m idiot for thinking I could keep up with the Beast. He was in his element and definitely killing this work out and me.

  The mile counter on the treadmill hit six miles and I surrendered. I turned off the machine and slumped into a hot, sweaty pile on the floor.

  “What’s wrong, Lace?”

  “I hate you, that’s what’s fucking wrong, you stupid douchebag!”

  He just started chuckling and continued to run for the next hour. I didn’t move from my spread eagle position on the ground. I didn’t care that people had to step over me to get to the rows of treadmills and other gym equipment. They could go fuck themselves if they had a problem with it because I had a damn fine view of Tripp from where I was. And I wasn’t going to give it up. The man’s ass was so incredible; it truly should be considered the ninth wonder of the world.

  Tripp finally jumped off the treadmill and threw himself down next to me on the floor.

  “What are you doing, Tripp?”

  “Trying to figure out why in the hell you are lying on the floor with a goofy grin plastered to your face.”

  “Because I was about to die! The most exercise I get is walking down to the gas station for a fried corn dog. Then, when I got down here, I couldn’t peel my eyes from your ass if my life depended on it.”

  Tripp rolled up, so he was on top of me. We were face to face, belly to belly, girl parts to boy parts, and he started doing push-ups. He extended all the way up on his arms and came down so his nose touched mine.

  “Enjoying this view, Princess?”

  “Mmmm…it’s okay,” I said, thoughtful, and then finished with, “I guess.”

  The next push-up he came all the way down, so that my very wet and tingly girl part met his very large and erect boy part. Tripp made sure to make a couple extra brushing movements with his boy part on my girl part.

  “Is that better?” he whispered into my ear.

  The fucker left me speechless. I wanted him and I wanted him now. I had never been a believer in the mushy-gushy shit of soul mates and love. But this Beast dry humping me on the floor in a gym, while doing push-ups over me, just made me a believer. My heart was growing very weak and ready to take the adventure with him.

  Tripp continued to do a hundred push-ups on top of me. My girl bits were tingling with all sorts of delicious sensations every time he brushed down on me. At this moment I was wishing my panties had a trap door that Tripp could just slip open and take me. With his last push-up he rolled us over, so I was on top of him.

  “Your turn,” he said as he smiled up at me with his sweat glistened face and wet brown locks.

  “I don’t think so!”

  My small hands pushed up off his rock hard chest to sit up on him. My legs were straddling him and my oh so very wet girl part was now placed on his delicious magic stick. In the background, I could hear Pink singing about raising her glass to all the underdogs. That song had become my life motto, forever the misfit. The beat took over my soul and I started to move my hips, pushing on Tripp’s magic stick. Tripp squeezed his eyes shut and let out a deep growl, enjoying the sensation of me grinding to Pink on him. It only lasted a matter of seconds before he grabbed me by my waist to lift me up.

  “Princess, you can’t do that.”

  “Why? I like sitting on your disco stick,” I said as I tilted my head and gave him the pouty lip.

  It didn’t even dawn on me that I was plastered to his crotch on the floor in a gym until he grabbed me. My heart, head and body was so deep in Tripp that I lost all sense of location. He picked me up, twirled me around and started bench pressing me like a rag doll. I couldn’t quit giggling. The sneaky little shit had his hands wrapped on the side of my ass and tits.

  ***

  Tripp

  Watching Lacey try to outdo me on the treadmill was hysterical, and then when she flopped her sweaty body on the ground spread eagle, I thought I was going to fall off the fucking machine. She didn’t give two shits that she was sprawled out on the gym floor. Her “I don’t give a shit” attitude was forever turning me on. I was always trying to conceal my hard-on around her.

  I typically hit the weights after cardio, but decided to have some fun with my little Princess lying on the floor. I shouldn’t have had my hands on her, but it was too damn hard to resist her. After the fiftieth bench press of her fine ass body I lowered her down to my chest the same way a barbell would lay across its rest.

  “I think it’s about ice cream time,” Lacey said as her sexy body lay across my chest. I didn’t want to move from this position. Her skin was soft and her supple body felt amazing on my hard chest. I wanted her ink to stain my skin with her passion.

  “You seriously want ice cream after the gym, Lacey?”

  “Yes, and you owe it to me.”

  “How do you figure?”

  “Because I let you grab my ass and tits while you were pretending to work out. Now take me for ice cream, you whiny little bitch.”

  Lacey pulled herself off me and held out her hand to me. My little wild Princess was before me with her beautiful blonde hair and tatted body…oh and her huge boobs. God, if I had to, I would guess she was at least a D. She was holding her hand out to me. It blew my mind that she wanted to be with me. Friends or fuck buddies, I didn’t care because I’ll take what I can get from her today.

  I grabbed her small tender ha
nd. “Lead the way, brat.”

  We walked hand in hand three blocks down to the ice cream shop. The walk was way too short. I wanted to hold the hand she offered to me without reservation or fear forever. Fuck, this girl has turned me into a certified, grade ‘A’ pussy! The fact was, when she was around, I didn’t need drugs. All I needed was her hand in mine.

  “Lace, this is a very serious question that I am about to ask you. If you don’t answer it correctly, I’ll be forced to end our friendship forever.”

  “No, Tripp, I don’t want to go steady with your ugly ass or wear your lettermen’s jacket,” she replied as she rolled her eyes like a snotty little teenager.

  “That’s not the question, yet. What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?”

  “Rocky Road, of course! Is there any other flavor, freak?”

  “You just stole a piece of my motherfucking heart, Lacey Lynn!”

  I ordered us an extra-large tub of Rocky Road ice cream. Lacey grabbed two spoons, some napkins, and we went outside to sit on the bench by the fountain. She snuggled right up to me to share ice cream. I started shoveling ice cream in.

  “Thanks, Lacey. I needed you tonight.”

  “Slow down on the ice cream, you fat pig!”

  This girl was something else. I could never predict if she was going to be serious or a smartass. I was ready for her to call me a pussy again. I glanced down at her and felt my heart jump. She was simply beautiful. I wanted to tell her that I was falling in love with her, but instead I said, “Keep up, slow poke.”

  Lacey jumped up into my lap facing me. I held the tub of ice cream between us and kept eating, waiting for her next move. I grew instantly hard at the sensation of her heat straddling my thin gym shorts. I wanted her—scratch that. I needed her.

  Lacey leaned her forehead on mine and our eyes locked.

  “Tripp.”

  “Lace.”

  “I’m so proud of you.”

  “For?”

  “Asking for help, standing up to your dad, and not using. You’re an amazing person.”

  “I need to taste you,” I whispered into her lips.

  She plopped a big spoon full of ice cream into her mouth and brought her lips to mine. Her lips were so soft and tasty. I started to kiss her back as I swiped my tongue across her lips and waited for her to open up to me. Lacey’s lips parted and I started to explore her chocolaty mouth. Lacey joined in on the fun, running her tongue along the front of my teeth. I let out a low moan when I felt her delicate tongue touch down in my mouth. It felt and tasted better than anything.

  I grabbed Lacey’s ass to pull her further down onto my now throbbing cock. She started to rub up and down on it, moving her hips in a seductive dance. God, I would give anything to strip her shirt off right here and take a taste of her tits.

  A loud coughing sound interrupted us. We both looked towards the sound of the cough to see a mother with several children watching Lacey dry hump me. I put my head back down on Lacey’s shoulder and started to laugh. We had chocolate ice cream running down our chins and onto our clothes and all we could do was laugh with each other.

  Chapter 4

  Dessert, Anyone?

  Tripp

  I have never felt stronger or freer in my life. My father, the death of Grant, and Mom’s tears don’t haunt me at night anymore. I continued to look forward to dinner every night with my new family.

  Cree even started attending support meetings with me. I didn’t even ask him to go. He just climbed in the truck one afternoon, which made this the first time, in one of my several attempted recoveries, that I had a support system. I have lived day to day and prayed for my recovery. Lacey started going to the gym with me every night and always expects ice cream and some making out afterwards. I never argue with the Princess.

  Once the tractor work started, I noticed that once Cree and Milly had a daily lunch date, you didn’t want to interrupt. I learned this lesson the hard way. Cree wasn’t answering his phone one afternoon, so I went out on the dirt bike to find him. I found him underneath Milly in the tractor, naked. So I started my own lunch ritual and it involved Lacey. I drove the dirt bike into town every day for lunch and I either brought her leftovers from the night before, a corn dog, or took her out. Lacey was never shy about her feelings and opinions of me, so she made it perfectly clear that I was motherfucking hot on my dirt bike. I made sure to drive it everywhere just for her.

  ***

  “Lacey, I need my hair cleaned up,” I informed her one day at lunch in her salon.

  “I’m not touching your locks, Rapunzel. I’m currently making love to this corn dog, so buzz off, creeper.”

  “C’mon! Are you going to make Mildred give me a trim?” I whined, as I slid closer to Lacey.

  “Fine. Sit down you crybaby,” Lacey said as she stuffed a quarter of her corn dog in her mouth.

  She could be so damn attractive at times.

  I sat down in her chair passing all my trust to her. I hadn’t had my hair cut for years. In fact, hasn’t been cut since Grant died. It was just another thing that I let go of that day. At that point, I didn’t care what she did to my hair; I just wanted her hands on me.

  “Lay back, Rapunzel.”

  “You’re such a smartass, Lace,” I said to her and slapped her ass.

  Lacey pushed me back in the chair with all her might and then slugged me in the chest. She was so proud of her little punch. I loved letting her win all these little battles. It really added to her badass ego.

  “I like it rough, baby,” I said to her with a wink.

  Lacey adjusted the temperature of the water and ignored my comment. She leaned over and started massaging my head with her magical fingers. Lacey’s smooth touch was damaging and it damn near made me come in my pants. God created her hands just for this job.

  I could smell her and feel her hovering above me. She always smelled of wild strawberries and ruby red grapefruit. Her smell drove me wild and I almost couldn’t handle it anymore. I loved cuddling with her in the evening because at night her smell lingered and lulled me to sleep in my lonely cabin. Everything inside me wanted to pull her on top of me and fuck her senseless in the middle of her salon. I needed to taste her and be inside her, but I didn’t want to scare Lacey away. She was so gun shy about becoming attached.

  Lacey’s huge tits were inches away from my face, just daring me to take them. My willpower finally broke, and I reached up and nipped her tit with my teeth. She jumped back and howled with surprise, but the smile on her face left no doubt in mind what she wanted. Lacey instantly went back to washing my hair, and I could see her hard nipple peeking back through her shirt. This time I reached up with my fingers and started twisting it. Lacey acted like she didn’t feel anything and just kept massaging my scalp.

  ***

  Lacey

  This was the reason I didn’t want to ever cut his hair. I couldn’t be this close to him without my body reacting. Tripp was now massaging my hardened nipple with his fingers. I continued to wash his hair like I couldn’t feel a thing. The sensation of his touch instantly made me wet down yonder.

  Tripp let go of my nipple, and I decided to give him an extra round of shampoo just in case he needed to touch me somewhere else. I instantly missed his touch as soon as his gentle, strong hands left me. I lowered my chest down to inch my boobs closer to his mouth, giving him a huge clue to what I wanted. Tripp slid his hand up the inside of my leg and under my skirt. Holy Hell! He cupped my now soaked pair of panties, and started rubbing back and forth on my sex.

  My hands froze, tangled in his wet hair, when he slipped his fingers inside my panties. I closed my eyes and let out a loud moan, signaling Tripp to go further, and when he started rubbing my clit, I gasped.

  “Fuck me, Tripp!”

  Tripp stuck a finger inside me and continued massaging me softly. I started to ride his hand as I gripped the edge of the sink. Within minutes, he slipped two fingers into me and forced a cry of pleasure from me.<
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  “Look at me,” Tripp demanded as he continued to work me. “I want to watch you come.”

  I opened my eyes and looked down at Tripp, who was deep inside me, and he had no idea just how deep he was embedding himself. It was more than his touch and words that were engraining upon my skin. He reached across his body with his other hand and tugged down on my nipple, and this simple gesture sent me swirling into a complete orgasm. I gripped onto his fingers, riding out the blinding sensation, and then collapsed down onto him while he was buried deep inside me.

  “Consider that your tip, pretty girl.”

  I shot into a standing position when I heard the old bags come in from lunch.

  “Hey, Lacey! We brought you back dessert,” shrilled Mildred.

  With his fingers still inside me hidden by his cape and my apron, Tripp coolly replied, “I already fed her dessert, ladies, she won’t be needing any.”

  Then the sex god started massaging my clit again. Holy shit! I needed to rinse this shampoo, cut his hair, and kick his sexy ass out of here.

  He slowly started sliding his fingers in and out of me as the ladies set up their stations for their one o’clock appointments. All I could do was stand perfectly still, enjoying the feel of Tripp’s fingers inside of me. His large frame came in very useful because you couldn’t even tell he was moving his arm as he flexed his fingers in and out of me.

  “Stop it!” I hissed down at him.

  “Why, Princess? My fingers belong in you.”

  “Tripp, you are going to make me come again, and don’t fucking call me that,” I whispered down into his ear.

  “That’s the whole point…Let go…Lose yourself in me, Princess.”

  I couldn’t use my hips this time to help my orgasm along or feel Tripp pinching my nipple. I stared down into his eyes, willing him to let me come, and that’s when he started flicking my clit with his thumb.

  “Hey, Lacey? Do you have any openings this afternoon for a cut and color?” one of the old bags hollered across the salon.