by H. J. Bellus
“Lacey, I love you.”
No more words were exchanged as Tripp continued to work me into another orgasm. He sat back as he pulled out of me and gripped his cock in one hand jerking it. He placed his other hand on my mound continuing to milk out another orgasm. He was gliding his hand up and down his shaft to find his own release.
I sat up and took him in my hand. I needed to do this for him, my Beast who just became the love of my life. I started working him in my hand as I added my mouth to the mixture, working him closer to his release. He was hitting the back of my throat as I took him deep on each stroke.
“I’m close,” Tripp hissed, as he tugged on my shoulder.
I stayed put and continued working him with my mouth. His hot release jetted down the back of my throat, coating every single one of my taste buds with his seed. I licked up every last drop from his tip, not wanting to waste an ounce of the perfection that just flowed from his body. We both collapsed back onto the bed. My eyes were heavy with sleep, but I managed to mumble out one last thing before sleep overtook me.
“Hey, douchebag. You better buy condoms on your lunch break tomorrow…”
Chapter 6
The Past
Lacey
I had never slept so well in my life. Tucked away in Tripp’s banks of muscle all night long was heavenly. I rolled over to see that Tripp was gone and in his place a note.
Hey Princess,
I had to go with Greyson to pick up a new truck. I love you and will see you at lunch.
Tripp
Okay, the man really needed to cut the shit of calling me “Princess.” I’m a badass bitch, a rebel, an outlaw. Not a motherfucking princess. Princesses are pussies and I am not a pussy. It may take drastic measures, but he will stop calling me Princess.
“Sup, ho bag? And why the hell do you have that shit-eating grin plastered on your face?” Milly entered the room with no warning. “What’s new?”
“Milly, I’m in love and scared shitless.”
“I know you are. Have you told him about your past?”
The giddy energy quickly evaporated and a serious tone invaded the room. Milly sensed the rapid switch in mood and grasped onto my hand for added reassurance.
“I can’t, Mill. I don’t want him to see me that way.”
We held each other and I cried into Milly’s chest. Tears for my current happiness and the knowledge that one day Tripp would find out about my past flowed with fury. My Milly was the only one that knew the ugly truth that was buried deep in my gut. She knew every single one of my deep, dark secrets and still loved me. Her friendship was my only vice.
“You have to, Lacey.”
“Not today.”
“You will have to tell him one day to be complete and free from your scars.”
“I know, I know, you ol’ hag. Now shut up and feed me, you irritating little twat waffle.”
Milly whipped a banana Laffy Taffy out from between her titties and a Big Hunk from her panties. Damn, I love this girl. During one of our deep conversations we discussed the benefit of warming certain types of candy before eating them. We laughed at each other when we revealed that we both put taffy, Big Hunks and Tootsie Rolls under our leg when driving to make sure they are nice and soft for consumption.
“Eat, Princess,” she mocked in a voice that she knew would irritate the hell out of me.
“You are such a bitch, but my bestest bitch ever. And you know I ain’t nobody’s princess!”
“No shit! You are more like somebody’s nightmare,” Milly said in between her giggles.
Cree came strolling into the room with baby Mac. He placed Mac between us and vanished. We enjoyed our candy breakfast in bed as we both made goofy faces at Mac to make him smile. I told Milly all about last night and the day I cut Tripp’s hair. We had to do ear muffs on Mac a couple times, even though he was only four months old, because some of this stuff was downright nasty.
***
Lunch Time
Tripp: Be outside in 5.
Lacey: What what in the butt butt?
Tripp: U want it in the butt now?
Lacey: NEVER Beast
Tripp: Ya, im pretty huge to be in the butt butt.
Lacey: No back door for me.
Tripp: Front door?
Lacey: Always…everyday…in fact now.
“It’s been five minutes,” a husky, familiar, sexy as fuck voice boomed.
Tripp was standing in the door way with his arms crossed over his tight white shirt. He had that damn faux hawk styled to perfection with his dark hair standing tall.
“Why were you smiling at your phone, Princess?” he asked.
I ran over and jumped up into his arms and wrapped my legs around his middle. Against his strong trunk was my favorite place to be, but then I remembered what the douche just called me, so I decided to slap his face hard.
“Stop calling me that!”
“No. You are my Princess. I never get the girl and the happy ending. I’m making it happen this time. Get used to it.”
Lost in his words, my lips found the short distance to his lips, and took a taste. Not one single person has ever worried about my happy ending, or making my world perfect, until Tripp. My tongue asked for permission to enter his delicious mouth. I loved exploring him, one lick at a time.
“I’m not a princess. I’m an outlaw. A rebel without a cause. You are totally fucking up my image by calling me Princess. It’s just so pussy. And I’m clearly not a pussy type of girl.”
“Baby, we just need to brand a new kind of Princess then. Break the mold, you know? Because you are mine and we are going to live happily ever after. Got it, Outlaw Princess?”
I sealed the deal with a long sweet kiss on his lips, and then reached down to steal a squeeze of his dick. This action made Tripp turn around and start walking out of the salon into the sunshine with me plastered to his front. He placed me on his dirt bike, and peeled his lips away from mine. Tripp grabbed his trucker hat from the handle bars and plopped it on my head. He always had a ball cap for me on the bike to keep my hair out of my face.
“I wasn’t done with you,” I whined and crooked the cap sideways.
He chuckled and got on his bike and tore out into the streets. I loved wrapping my arms around him when I rode behind him. It was downright fucking hot, and gave me the perfect opportunity to sniff him. I loved to bury my nose right down in the crook of his neck and drown in his scent. Tripp drove us out to the lake on the farm. It was a beautiful place with lots of unforgettable memories.
“Damn, baby! You’re so fucking hot wearing my hat like that,” Tripp growled, as he hopped off the dirt bike.
I took Tripp’s hat off, whipped my hair around, and shook my titties at him, knowing that Tripp couldn’t resist a good show.
“Knock it off, Lace,” he deadpanned.
“Or what, big guy?”
“There really is no winning with you, is there, Lace?”
Tripp threw me over his shoulder, which, by the way, had become his signature move. Anytime he was losing a battle or couldn’t handle me, all he had to do was throw me over his shoulder. He marched us out to the canoe where he had a simple picnic all set up. We climbed into the canoe and started to lazily drift around the lake. This lunch had Milly’s name written all over it. Damn, I love my little farm wife best friend. I climbed up into Tripp’s lap and ate my lunch with him.
I gripped his face and peered up into his beautiful eyes, “Milly told me that I need to tell you about my past. But…”
Tripp covered my mouth with his hand, halting my explanation, “I don’t care.”
“You will, Tripp. I’m a terrible person and have done unforgiveable things. I’m a monster and the worst possible nightmare anyone could have in their life.”
“I don’t care. I love you for who you are now. Lacey, it’s all about the ‘todays,’ so let’s live ’em up together.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“I picked u
p dessert,” Tripp said eagerly, trying desperately to change the mood in the canoe.
“Better be chocolate or I will put a cap in yo’ ass, mofo.”
Tripp pulled out a jumbo box of maximum king XL condoms. I squealed like a little kid on Christmas morning and started to paddle our asses back to the shore as if we were on fire. Tripp laughed and joined in paddling the little canoe with all his might. The carrot was definitely dangling before both of our noses.
“Leave our lunch and take me to the cabin. I’ll call Mildred and tell her to cancel all my afternoon appointments.”
“I have to work, Lace,” Tripp said as he pulled me into him and kissed the top of my head.
“Yeah, no shit you have to work. You have to work on me. Tell Cree you have explosive diarrhea or something.”
I pulled back from him and flashed him my boobies for a little added reinforcement. Then I took his hands and slipped them down the top of my shorts.
“You aren’t wearing any panties.”
Tripp threw me over his shoulder as he called Cree and told him he had explosive diarrhea.
He sat me on the front of the dirt bike facing him, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his middle.
“Let’s try one on out here for fun. You know, just to make sure they fit and all,” I whispered up against his neck.
He growled with irritated pleasure as he threw his head back, contemplating the right thing to do. I reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled his already rock hard cock out. Tripp grabbed the base as I glided my hand up and down him. I noticed a bead of come form on his tip, so I bent over and licked it off.
“No, you can’t do that; I’ll blow right now.”
Tripp fumbled with the condom, so I grabbed it from him and rolled the prized plastic right onto him. Without thinking he grabbed both of my hips and lifted me onto him. I’ve never been so completely and insanely filled in my life. My body was frozen with sheer pain and ecstasy that exuded a crazy feeling I had never felt before. Tripp started to rock his hips into me; slow at first, and then his speed picked up. When my body slammed onto the thick base of him, my vocal chords finally melted and I let out a loud howl of pleasure. It didn’t take either of us very long to find our release. We went straight to the cabin for the rest of the afternoon.
***
Tripp
I didn’t want to share Lacey with anyone. I needed all of her to myself. I talked her out of going to dinner at Cree’s and staying here with me. I threw together a quick dinner for us, which mainly consisted of junk food, my specialty. She didn’t complain.
We ate Cheetos and jerky as we cuddled together in my bed and watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off. I have never fucking blew my load so many times in one day. Lacey fucked me on the dirt bike, sucked me off in the entryway of the cabin and then let me have her again in my bed. My cock was hard and ready to take her again, just remembering her lips on me. I wanted to rake my tongue all over her body, and trace each one of her beautiful tattoos until the ink wore away from her pink flesh.
My favorite was having my face buried deep down between her legs. Her soft thick thighs gripped the side of my head so tight I couldn’t hear anything, not even her howls of pleasure. She was my new drug, and I needed her every second of every minute of every goddamn day.
“Tripp, tell me what happened with your brother,” Lacey whispered into my chest as she stroked the tattoo of Grant’s name on my left ribs.
Without hesitation I told her everything.
“He had just graduated from college with a degree in business. He was all ready to take over Dad’s dealerships, so Dad had everything lined up to retire. He wanted to go out and celebrate since I was home from spring training camp. We grew apart after I had been drafted to play major league ball. We kept in touch, texting and calling, but it wasn’t like when were little and each other’s best friend. So we jumped into his Jeep and took off for a night of partying and celebrating. I was going to hook him up with some fine pieces of ass that night as his graduation gift. I promised him at least five girls, and he was elated at the thought. On the way to the club, some asshole ran a red light going over 90 mph. He hit Grant’s Jeep on my side. I was wearing my seat belt and Grant wasn’t. He was killed on impact. I held my brother’s dead body in my arms until the paramedics got there.”
Lacey reached up and kissed me and then whispered, “I’m so sorry, Tripp.”
“My father has always hated me, but since that day he has basically disowned me. The next day I took my first hit of coke to numb my pain, and since then it has been a downward spiral. I lost my position on the team, lost all my money and my best friend. I loved Grant, and I still fucking love him. He was my father’s pride and joy. Grant always apologized for the way Dad treated me, but we never let it get between us. I needed the drugs, alcohol and women to numb the pain of Grant’s death, until I met you.”
“I fucking love you, Tripp.”
Lacey glided down between my legs and started sucking me. It was obvious that both of us had lots of experience in the sex department, and we showed off our mad skills to each other. Call me a dirty bastard, but I needed Lacey nestled between my legs sucking on my cock. We were both varieties of all sorts of crazy fucked-up.
Chapter 7
Black and White
Lacey
The aroma of sweet honeysuckle and cherries filled my senses as I woke up in my simple apartment. I was starting to stay more and more at my apartment instead of my room at Milly’s. Smells drove me wild. My apartment always had to have a certain smell or my mind would go to irrational, dark places that haunted me. Tripp’s cozy cabin had even taken on my preferred smell.
My legs were still weak from Tripp last night, and my lower tummy sizzled with heated passion for him. Passion only one person had ever created within me. I turned to beg him for another round of chitty-chitty bang bang, and found a crumbled receipt with very familiar, masculine writing on it. It was Tripp’s handwriting and it stopped my beating heart every time I saw the thick, slanted script. He could take my breath away at any given moment.
Morning Snaggle Tooth! I’m off to work. Didn’t want to wake your highness aka Grumpy Ass-Pants. Forgive me for not waking you…I will try to make up for it tonight. See you at lunch.
Love,
Your Sex Machine aka Me!
Tripp and I had been busy screwing each other’s brains out all over the family farm. Milly’s infatuation with tractors and pivots now made perfect sense. I adored being on the farm more than her nowadays.
I loved Tripp, and I especially loved him when he was buried inside me under the stars out in a field. Without hesitation or doubt, I proudly declared I fucking love the little douchebag, and there is not a precious moment that I waste not showing him.
It’s no secret to society that my heart has been hardened with betrayal and rotten hatred. At first glance, anyone could see the hurt and pain painted on my body and pierced in my skin. Time spent with Tripp chipped away at my evil heart. Feelings of acceptance and remorse started to fill in my cracks of imperfections. My past sins will never be washed away, but Tripp makes me feel beautiful on the inside and out regardless.
Tripp’s faithful love had warmed the inner part of my soul, the same way the piano keys did. My momma taught me to play growing up, and I poured myself into it. The piano and her garden were the two constants in my life that tried to nurture my beaten, shattered soul. I poured myself into the piano. Never had lessons or played in a recital because a bruise or mark would be exposed to the world. I played for my momma while she sat on the couch and sipped her sweet pink lemonade. Some days, she even wore one of her fancy floppy garden hats with her feet kicked up. It was our time together without the threat of the monster attacking us.
Momma and I never talked about the monster and the things he did to us. We didn’t have to talk about it because the monster made sure we could hear each other’s screams of pain. When the monster was really drunk, he would make my
momma watch as he hurt me. I yearned for her to run away with me. It was my one childhood dream, but she always refused. The monster’s gun pointed at my head or hers was always convincing enough to stay. My safe haven was the black and white keys of the piano.
Momma’s ears were the only ones I ever played for. Some days my fingers were sore and swollen from gripping onto the safety of a mattress, but I still played. My heart played and my soul danced to the music. The smooth, cool keys were medicine to my beaten, broken fingers. The pureness of the tender, white keys always calmed and swept me off into a faraway land for a sliver of time.
Just Tripp’s simple note brought back the most cherished memory from my childhood. My gaze fell upon the old brown piano tucked away in the corner of my bedroom. It had become a storage rack for unwanted clothing and shoes. My heart hadn’t wanted to play for years, but something had changed that.
I slipped on a bright red tank top that was entirely too small, but was extremely comfortable, then slipped on a lacy, black thong and padded my way to the piano with all my courage. In one swift movement, without much thinking, I swept all my belongings off the old piano. Everything clambered to the floor in a limp heap. A liberating jolt of freedom streamed through my body at the sight of the black and white keys.
My fingers took over with the music flooding every single one of my senses. Salty, warm tears rolled down my cheeks as I let the music flow out of me. Song after song, my fingers played the keys. Memories of Mom being abused and running from the monster flooded my senses. The power of the music was overwhelming and battling my nightmares. My body was being pulled in two separate directions, stuck between a world of complete trusting love and a world of evil hatred. My fingers were taking the brunt of the battle, but I couldn’t stop. My heart was being freed with every note played.
