by WEST, T. J.
Is she for real? I lift her chin up with my finger, slightly rubbing her bottom lip with my thumb. So soft. “Fuck, Fireball…your life was threatened and you were worried about me. That’s crazy, baby.”
Bringing her lips closer to mine, until they’re mere inches apart, she grasps onto my wrist. Her dark green eyes are melting into mine, driving me wild. She’s so fucking gorgeous. “Crazy about you,” she whispers again.
Lightly, I circle my thumb on that bottom lip of hers, wanting to bite it and suck on it until it’s beautifully swollen. “Don’t deserve you.”
“You do.” Her voice…so soft yet so fucking confident.
Need to kiss her.
“Knock knock.” Holy fuck me. Seriously? Before I even get a chance to lock lips with my fireball princess, her mom walks in. “Sorry to interrupt, but your brothers are all here to see you.”
“All of them?” Peta asks with a high pitch in her voice. She seems overcome with surprise that her entire family came to see her. “Wow, okay. Show them in.”
Not ready to meet her motorcycle gang of brothers just yet, I’m making this my cue to sneak out before I’m questioned left and right. “Gonna give you some time with them,” I tell her as I get up from the bed.
She tugs on my hand to stall me. “Wait, aren’t you staying?”
I shake my head. “No, baby. I’m gonna head home, take a shower and get some shut eye. It was a long hellish night.” Laying one more kiss on her forehead, I promise her, “See you soon.” Eventually she’s gonna find out what it feels like to have her man promise her a lifetime of ever afters and forevers.
It’s all gonna be new to me too, but it’ll be worth it. Peta’s worth it.
After successfully leaving her apartment without the brothers hounding me, Lucky drives me home. On the way, I decide to call Quinn. It’s about time we have a real talk about me and Peta. He needs to finally realize he’ll be seeing a whole lot more of me, whether he wants to or not.
Quinn picks up right away. “Yeah.”
Quick and to the point, I tell him, “You and I need to talk.”
“Damn right we do,” he replies without hesitation.
“Tomorrow, around noon.”
“Yep. Just need an address.”
My apartment is fucking huge…and clean. It even has a private elevator. Living in a grungy place for so long you get used to it. It becomes a part of you. Still, I can’t get over the fact I lived that way. Never wanting to give myself a better life, even having enough money to do it, I now realize what a complete moron I was. I didn’t think I deserved a clean life, away from my parents. They made me feel like the dirtiest piece of shit alive. Meeting Peta opened my eyes. She has made me see things so differently, along with the help from my brothers. That’s why meeting Quinn today is so important. He’s gotta know I’m in this forever and will do my damndest to make Peta happy.
Entering my apartment, Quinn gets a good look around the living room and kitchen before he settles himself in the middle of the empty place, with his arms folded, legs spread, and evil glare. Fucking hell, such a guard dog.
I am who I am, and if Quinn doesn’t like me so fucking be it. Folding my arms as well, I begin. “Won’t go into too much detail about my feelings for Peta but…I love her. Love her more than my own life.” What a fucking trip saying that one, simple, yet powerful word.
With a nod to his head, Quinn says, “Go on.”
On an exhale, I continue. “Believe me, I fought tooth and nail to stay away from her; kept my feelings at bay. Because of how I was brought up, I didn’t want her near all that filth. That’s why I pushed her away so much. I didn’t think I deserved someone so pure and beautiful. Broke her fucking heart so many times, it almost killed me. But I’m done with that shit. Done being a miserable fuck. Peta needs stability and a man who can take care of her.” For once, my eyes don’t betray me. I’ve been able to look Quinn straight in the eye. “I may not be who you think should be with her– I understand that, but I’m it, bro. Need you to give us your blessing and move on. For Peta’s sake.”
With a narrowed, complicated, one minute stare, Quinn finally speaks. “Yeah. You’ll do.”
“Say what?” I ask confused.
“Not a pussy after all,” he mumbles, like he’s talking to himself rather than to me.
And here I thought I was a fucking weirdo. “The fuck you talkin’ about?”
“Sayin’…you have my blessing.”
Without reacting, I play it cool, even though on the inside I’m completely relieved. “Cool.”
“She’s movin’ in here,” he then orders me. “Don’t take no for an answer.”
It was my plan all along to get Peta to move in with me, but I’m glad to know Quinn and I are finally on the same page. “I hear ya.”
On that note, Quinn walks past me and into my foyer. Once inside the elevator, he says one final thing, “And get some fucking furniture. The place looks like an asylum.”
The next day, my lawyer and I get together to discuss my dad’s case. The reason he got out of prison in the first place was because of good behavior. My dad never had good behavior. Fuckers. Can’t believe I wasn’t notified of this until it was too late. Not surprised, though, he broke his parole by being a dick. He can’t live as a normal man making a normal living. He’s a flat out loser. Anyway, there wasn’t gonna be a trial, but instead the judge in charge of the case has made sure my dad is going away for a very long time, without any chance of parole this time. Just hope I never have to deal with either him or my mom ever again. Time to put the past behind me, and once and for all make a future with Peta.
After being busy most of the week, dealing with my lawyer, and band life, I have one of JINKS’ drivers pick Peta up to bring her over to my place. I’m sticking to my word and asking her to move in with me. Since the morning I left her with her brothers, we haven’t had a chance to talk. I’ve missed her something fierce. Deep within my gut, I know I’m doing the right thing. For once, I’m a happy fucker, just like my brothers. Never knew being in love could feel so damn good. Freedom.
Not seeing Peta at all this week has almost killed me. Now that she’s here, I’m not letting her out of my sight ever again. Her walking through my new place, soon to be hers, is a sight to behold and will stay in my memory forever. She looks right at home, and couldn’t be more beautiful in her faded jeans, black off the shoulder sweater, and black heeled boots. Her hair is down, straight, and so damn shiny. She looks like a million bucks. Fuck me, she even smells like a million bucks. A whiff of her perfume and my dick jumps. Gotta calm my cock down.
“Your place is just beautiful,” Peta says to me with a big gorgeous smile after I had given her a tour.
We’re in my room. The only thing in here is my bed and the view of the city below. Stuffing my hands down inside my pockets, I ask, “I guess that means you like it, huh?” Not once, since she’d arrived, have we touched each other. It’s almost like she’s just here as a friend. I don’t like it. Soon, that’s gonna change. Having her here in my new bedroom makes me think of all the crazy shit I wanna do to her. Red ribbon comes to mind.
“Yes, of course I do.” She laughs.
I shrug. “Thought it was time to step it up, ya know?”
“I’m glad you did. It’s really nice here, Jason.” She takes a seat on the end of my bed, looking at the view outside the windows. I wasn’t into shit like this before, but damn, my apartment fucking rocks. With the sun almost setting, the city looks quite amazing; lights from every angle outside are beginning to shine through my wall to wall glass sliding door window.
I sit down beside her, with my shoulder touching hers. “Still need to fill it with furniture but I’ll get help with that in no time.” Moving Peta in means she’ll be able to decorate. Peta’s eyes have a look I’m familiar with: a sense of peace. They’re glowing, and looking straight at me. “What’s that look?” I crack a smile.
She smiles back. “Nothing.”
I cross my arms. “Nothin’ my ass. I may suck at trying to figure out expressions on other people’s faces, but I know that look on yours. Spill it, baby.”
She turns her body toward me, dragging her leg up on the bed. “It’s just nice to see you do something for yourself for a change. No matter what’s happened in your past, you deserve painted walls, a working kitchen, and furniture to fill an empty space. A true place to call home.”
She has no idea my true reason of my leaving Lucille’s, other than security. “Fireball, I didn’t do this for me.”
“I don’t understand…”
“Ever since the night you told me you might be pregnant, I’ve done a lot of thinking.” To be honest, it was a kick in the gut learning she wasn’t gonna have my baby after all. On the other hand, maybe it was for the best. I wanna have some alone time before we start talkin’ kids. Taking her hand in mine, I lace our fingers together. The contact between us is mind blowing. “I’m done running. Done pushin’ you away, baby. What my dad put us through opened my eyes even wider.” Combing a hand through my unruly hair, I almost laugh at what’s gonna come outta my mouth next. “This may sound so fucking corny but…if you’ll have me, Fireball…” I take a deep breath. “will you become my freedom, because I can’t live without you for another second.”
HE WANTS ME TO BE his freedom.
Coming over to Jason’s new apartment, I never expected anything to happen. Until now, I wasn’t exactly sure where we stood with one another. So hearing him propose to me, in a manner of speaking, he’s taken the breath right out of me. Without further ado, my eyes fill up with tears.
“Oh, my God,” I choke, instantly wiping the tears away. I don’t want to cry. Breathing heavily, I’m so surprised by this sudden change in him. “Are you serious?” My heart begins to pound like never before.
Jason weaves his hand through my hair, to the back of my head, and lightly brushes his thumb along my temple. With the most intense gaze in his dark brown eyes, he says, “Baby, besides music, I’ve never been more serious in my life. So…I’m askin’ you again. Will you–”
He doesn’t get a chance to finish asking me again. I don’t need to hear it twice. Instead, my lips capture his in a hard, loving kiss. “Shut up,” I gruffly whisper against his lips. “Just shut up and kiss me, Poker Face.” Immediately thereafter, I climb over him, straddling his thighs. Then on my knees, I clutch my fingers into his hair, plastering my chest onto his. Roughly, he plants his hands on my butt cheeks, and squeezes me as a deep growl escapes from his mouth while devouring my lips. He pulls at my hair, from the back of head, forcing me to lean my head back so he can have better access to my neck. The hot contact from his tongue, on my skin, instantly shatters me. I can feel the wetness escaping my insides, ready and willing for Jason’s cock to soak me up. I’ll never have enough of this man. Whenever we’re together, he makes an animal out of me.
God, he’s so fucking hot! Pushing him back down onto the bed, I grind myself onto his hardened cock. It feels amazing against my pussy. Jason’s hands slide up inside my sweater. They find their way to the clasp of my strapless bra, unclasping it, and releasing my breasts, all the while I continue to grind him as we assault each other’s mouths. For a quick couple of seconds, we disconnect as he pulls the sweater over my head, tossing both that and my bra onto the floor. Then before I know it, we’re kissing again. He bites down on my bottom lip, causing me to wince and whimper. Yet I welcome the pain. We’ve been on and off so many times– too many times –I never thought it would be possible to work through our pain and differences. Now that Jason’s professed so much, there’s no going back.
His hands move to my breasts. I bite back the biggest groan ever imaginable when he grasps onto the peaks of my nipples with his forefingers, and thumbs, kneading, then pinching them until their puckered, and plump. If that wasn’t enough, he sucks on each nipple, tasting them, moaning out his hunger, and driving me absolutely crazy. In a New York minute, my hand finds his bulging cock.
Rubbing my palm against his strained zipper, Jason grunts on my tit. “Fuck woman, you’re actin’ wild.”
“Wild for you,” I respond out of breath. Climbing off him, I can now see what I’m doing to him. His forehead is damp, face is flushed, and his breathing is erratic. Looking down at the fly of his jeans, I can’t contain my smile from the big, hard bulge I created. I can’t fucking wait to have that dick in my mouth. He has no idea what’s coming– pun intended of course.
Taking off the remains of my clothes, Jason’s pulls his shirt off over his head. His eyes squint, as he looks me up and down. He’s practically drooling when his hand rubs against his tight bulge. The glorious, colorful art on his body always fascinates me, along with each ripple on his abs, and defined biceps. The way he takes care of his body astounds me. Such a beautiful man, and he’s all mine. “Now take off those pants,” I huskily order him. The wicked and seductive grin on his face, and the way he slowly stands up to take off his jeans, is too sexy to put into words. I almost combust. Once off with his shoes, socks, and jeans, he stands only in his black briefs. My eyes wander up and down, taking in the gorgeous man that he is. I feel my pussy dripping on my inner thigh, and on a reflex, my finger grazes the heat between my legs. I’m so ready for him and he knows it. His stare is dark and lustful yet there’s a hint of love that only I can detect. Nothing about this moment has anything to do with just a good fuck. It’s a kind of lovemaking that’s strong, powerful, and a bond that will never be broken. It’s all about love. “Drop the drawers, mister,” I, again, order him.
For the first time, I’m taking control and he’s allowing me to do so. He’s enjoying this as much as I am. Slowly, he pushes down his briefs, and sets free his engorged, mouthwatering cock. Taking in that luscious piece of goodness, I lick my lips; it’s long and thick, with massive veins protruding. My pussy owns that baby right there. But right now, my mouth needs a good, long taste.
Walking to him, I push him down with the tips of my fingers so his ass is sitting back down on the bed. Then I kneel before him, grasping his dick in my hand. The second my tongue takes a swipe of the pre-cum, he hisses and digs his fingers onto my scalp, making this deep guttural sound. It’s unlike any sound I’ve ever heard. Opening my mouth wider, I intend to give my man the best blowjob he’s ever had. I relax my gag reflex muscles as I suck his cock in all the way to the back of my throat. He’s like my very own Blow Pop. As I work my hand, and mouth around his thickness, Jason begins to pant. Then his eyes tightly shut, fisting his hands into my hair. I love how I’m making him lose control.
Another deep groan materializes. “Holy shit. Slow down, baby, before I shoot in your mouth,” Jason says with a clenched jaw.
With a loud pop, my mouth comes off but my fist around his dick continues to work. Licking my lips, I seductively tell him, “No slowing down…ever again. Now shut the fuck up and enjoy the ride.” I wink at him.
He growls like a hungry animal. “Sexy, filthy mouth of yours. Turns me the fuck on.” Oh, boy, turning him on is too damn fun. To be honest, I’ve never had this fun sucking on anyone. Ever. Only Jason. While I continue to pump, and suck the life out of him, I look up again to see his head thrown back, and his teeth biting down on his bottom lip. So fucking sexy. He then looks down at me with an extreme, profound glare. He’s there. Such an intensive glare. As I smile through my eyes, I suck him a little harder. My hand may be tired but watching him come undone makes it all worth it. “Yeah, Fireball, fuck yeah,” he shouts as he shoots his seed straight down in the back of my throat.
I lick my lips, wiping the corners of my mouth. “Sweet and salty. My favorite,” I delightfully mention.
Trying to catch his breath, Jason wipes some sweat from his forehead. “You blow a great head. Damn.” Hearing that from him makes me all kinds of proud, like I got an A plus on my science test. My inner self pumps a fist in the air and pats herself on the back. Then like a flash, Jason forces me up to my
feet. Our chests touch and his swollen dick lies against my stomach. It begins to twitch with excitement. “My turn,” he smirks, and then smacks my ass, causing me to lightly yelp. My heart races in a frenzy. His turn means: I get to be thoroughly fucked. Bring. It. On.
Tenderly, he kisses my lips. Then with a husky, controlling voice he orders me, “Up on the bed, legs spread, and arms above your head. No sassy talkin’, you got it?” All I can do is nod. “Good girl.” He kisses my forehead then walks over to a small box in the corner by his window.
He’s got such a nice ass! But what’s he up to? Climbing onto the bed, I make myself comfortable as I lie my head on the pillow, spread eagle, and place my hands above me, just like he ordered me to. Even though I’m feeling a bit vulnerable at the moment, the unknown of what’s coming ahead excites me. My heart begins to race when I feel the bed dip.
I stay as quiet as I can when Jason shows me a spool of red ribbon. “Gonna use this on you,” he tells me in a no-nonsense kind of way. There’s no comeback from me. I’m too aroused to respond anyway. He straddles me, giving me a great view of his stiff cock. It rubs against my stomach as he gently ties the ribbon around my wrists. “Keep your arms above your head. But do not, under any circumstances, move them. Understood?” His voice is stern and steady. My wrists are now bound together. It’s not tight, yet I know I can’t shake them loose. “You good?” he asks with a hauntingly warm glow in his eyes. He’s being so gentle and compassionate with me. All I can do again is nod my head. His hands softly glide down from my wrists, tickling the insides of my arms, all the way to my breasts. Bending down, he takes a nipple into his mouth, lightly sucking on it before moving to the other one. He squeezes my boobs together, taking his sweet time, relishing them. “Look fucking beautiful, baby. My dream of having you tied up has come true.”
I’m so fucking turned on. I seriously can’t wait another minute to feel his beautiful cock inside me. “Hurry. Please hurry. I need you,” I tell him, breathlessly.
