by Xavier Neal
Even royally pissed off she's stunning. Fuck.
Instead of speaking immediately I roam my eyes around my tidily kept room. To the left, which is closest to the door, is where my black 65” flat screen T.V. is mounted on the wall. Underneath is a built into the wall stand, home to the cable box and my Blue-Ray player. Inside, boxers and socks. On the end of that wall is the panel that slides open for my walk in closet. Opposite of me is a window I keep covered with thin black curtains. Beside the bed where Knox is messing up my red and black sheets are two black tables, each with a lamp.
Pretty simple.
Finally I settle my vision back on her. In an even tone I ask, “You lost?”
“Nope,” she snips. “You owe me a fucking explanation.”
It's probably not healthy that every time she says the word fucking my dick twitches in excitement. She does say it a lot. Yeah. Tell me about it. My dick feels like it's always doing bench presses.
I lean against the bathroom door frame. “I lost my temper.”
“You lost your temper?” she mocks. “No Madden! You didn't just lose your temper! Don't turn finally fucking me into a bi product of you being pissed off!”
Uncomfortable, I fold my arms across my bare chest. “What do you want me to say?”
“How about a little openness?”
“You wanna girl talk?”
“No,” Knox snaps. “Not really. But what do you want from me?”
With a shrug I reply, “For you to spread those legs wide so I can split that pussy open again.”
Probably not what I should've said.
Desire creeps into her eyes as her teeth bite her bottom lip.
Maybe it is.
“Talk to me first.” Knox sits up, rips off her tank top freeing the pair of tits I masturbated to most of my adolescence. “Then you can have me any way you want.”
My cock swells nudging against my towel. “Fine.”
“Last night, when you didn't come home-”
“I wasn't out fucking around, Knox. I haven't been with anyone in months.”
“Months?” she scoffs. “You expect me to believe that?”
Shaking my head slowly, I state, “I have never lied to you.”
“Bullshit.”
Quickly I snap, “I have never lied to you. I may have kept a few things from you because I love you and have never wanted anything to harm you, but I've never looked you in the face and flat out lied. Not once.”
Her mouth bobs as if searching for a response. “W-Wh-When was the last time you um...you were with someone?”
“The weekend Ben died.”
“That was months ago.”
On a sigh I run my fingers over my head. “That's what I said.”
“Then where were you last night?”
My mind thinks back to sitting in the backseat of the broken promise land. Slowly I shake my head. “I can't tell you that right now.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah. Not now. But one day....”
“Promise me.”
“I swear,” I whisper out. Seeing her blue eyes finally start to soften I inquire, “Anything else?”
“Swear you won't fuck anyone else while you're fucking me.”
With a cocky grin I counter, “I'm not fucking anyone else ever again.”
In a sassy pleased tone she declares, “Good. Because you've got work to do under this hood.”
A mixture of playfulness and territorial come out in my chuckle. Stalking across the room, I push her backwards onto my king sized bed. Using my legs to nudge hers farther apart, I scrape my teeth along her neck, her body shaking obstreperously already. “First things first.”
She whimpers and arches into me. “What's that?”
My hand slips into her gym shorts, the idea of wanting to feel her come again the only thing guiding it. As my finger barely grazes her clit, I whisper, “Did you fake it?”
Another soft demand in the form of a moan comes from her. “No comment.”
Enjoying the little game she's clearly playing, I slide two fingers inside on a sharp pump. The hitch in her breath is proceeded by the tense muscles getting stiffer. Fastidiously I continue the action, engraving every slight shift into memory. Knoxie's grip on my sheets constricts. Her pussy is soaking my fingers, warning them if I keep this up the testimony I want will be delivered. At that moment, I remove my hand before my entire body.
In haste, she scurries to sit up. “Are you fucking kidding me? You're just gonna stop?”
I tilt my head to the side. “Yeah. I don't feel like listening to you fake another orgasm.”
She grits her teeth. “Madden.”
Leaning closer to her face, I pin her eyes with mine. “Don't fuck with me Knox if you don't want me to fuck with you.”
“I want you to fuck me,” her correction is said with a smirk. “Preferably hard and fast.”
Before I have a chance to retort her hand sneaks under my towel and grips my dick. A sharp hiss comes from me before I shut my eyes. “Damn it...”
“Madden,” she purrs.
Fucking temptress.
On a controlled breath I force my eyes back open. “Admit it was real.”
Her lips move to clear the space between us. Pressed lightly on mine she says, “Make me.”
Savagely my body attacks her starting with my teeth nipping at her bottom lip. After my hands rip off her shorts I thrust inside, hips sharply circumvolving in unison with the escaping moans. Aimlessly my mouth wanders her body marking hot spots with fierce bites. The claiming of her body as my dominion simply causes her to cry out louder in rhapsody. Between tugs of her nipples with my teeth and the pistoning of my cock, it takes no time to make her pussy quiver.
At first it feels like it's in warning but after another pump, Knoxie exclaims, “Fuck, I'm coming!”
Her shudders remind me of a car that needed a jump to start. Instead of backing down to enjoy the ripples, I bury my dick deeper, setting off an electric reaction from the way she flings her body off my bed. Knox's nails cut into my flesh until a viscous roar bursts from my lungs. Unable to stop my movements, I continue diving, determined to become surfeit. She continues to pant my name in a frenzy. The heated sound breaking the barrier of my own orgasm. My groaning booms through me shaking her body, my bed, the whole room as I imprint myself once more in the one place I never thought I would.
Completely drained the two of us fall onto my bed.
From her lying position beside me, Knox sighs, “I may have lied before...”
A small chortle comes from me. “May have?”
“Just a little.” The mirth in her voice is unmistakable.
Difficult. Yeah. But I wouldn't have her any other way.
“Okay, but seriously.” Her head turns to look at me, so I repeat the action. “Before we do that again, my pussy is gonna need a minute to breathe. Maybe forgive you for that stabbing I just caught.”
“I need forgiveness for that?”
“I have to walk eventually!” She exclaims. “You seemed to have forgotten that.”
Another laugh comes out and I shake my head. “My mistake.”
“Yeah,” the pretend mockery is followed with, “so what do you say we get something to eat? Maybe let my vagina remember that it doesn't have to stay in a permanent state of pulsating.”
With a smirk I argue, “I don't want it to think it should ever be in any other state.” When she glares I add, “And I don't ever want it to fucking forget that it belongs to me.”
“Oh it belongs to you now? One good dicking-”
“Two-”
“And you own me?”
“You were mine before that,” I inform.
Offense falls on her face. “So I've always been yours? How is that fair?”
“I've always been yours.” My confession relaxes her gorgeous body back down. “And I always will be.” Seeing the doubt in her eyes causes me to go rigid. “You don't believe me.”
“Do
you blame me?”
Sitting all the way up causes Knox to follow the action. I lift my left leg up and point to the winding road mural that wraps around it. With my eyes still in hers I point to the spot where it stops on my knee cap. “You've seen this tattoo how many times and never once really looked at it. Towards the bottom where it starts, it's faded, broken, dusty as if being brushed away. You follow it around, it gets stronger and sturdier. The infamous McCoy name scribbled on the road. But here. Towards the top, it stops being sturdy and becomes puzzle pieces. This one, right here, with the heart on it, is on my knee cap so that I never fucking forget the only one who can not only bring me to my knees, but is worth falling to them for.”
Her jaw starts to tremble, but she doesn't say anything.
Destin designed the whole damn thing. When Knox got that tattoo she had just turned eighteen. I knew I was that missing piece. Or believed I was. Even if it never seemed like it was supposed to happen, or was going to happen, it didn't change the fact I knew she was my passenger. That I'd always be her driver. The road is a tribute to my life as a McCoy and that includes her. It'll always include her even when this sexual thing or romantic or whatever the fuck you wanna call it hits a brick wall. Especially when it hits it doing a buck twenty. She deserves an emblem. Just like the rest.
“So yeah. I do blame you for doubting me. Never do it again.”
Knoxie pops off my bed and into my lap covering my mouth with so much passion I collapse backwards. After several long, hard pushes with her tongue she pulls back. “Fuck food. The only thing I want is you.”
My arms cage her body against mine. “I know the feeling.”
Our mouths find their way to devouring each other once more.
I know I don't deserve this. I know there's a good chance that this is all some giant fucking mistake she will come to her senses about in the next couple of days, but until then...until that moment where I'm forced to let her go, I'm going to do my best to appreciate the only slice of peace I've been given in years.
Knoxie
Reaching for the kitchen drawer where we keep the EA, I roll my eyes at Madden.
EA is the street name for a drug called Enilanerda. The damn thing is a lifesaver. Basically it ramps up your immune system to kill any STDs that may try to weasel their way in. All it takes is one little shot, after you fuck someone, and you don't have to worry about a goddamn thing. Perfect for one night stands. For us, it also helps prevent unwanted knock ups and is a lot easier to remember than the damn pill every day. It's not legal, which doesn't bother me. I mean we were running narcos and money for a drug lord before he turned all Silence of The Lambs on us for crying out loud. Grew up with the McCoys street racing and running from the red and blues since they hit double digits. Illegal activities are more second nature to me than legal ones, which makes it so much easier for me to consume EA. The real downside to it is EA has can have a serious effect on your sex drive. Every time you take it, you run the risk of becoming dependent on it to get wet or if you're a dude to get a hard on. There's also a slight chance it can make you infertile. So while it's not exactly the sex lottery, it's definitely better than some other shit.
“We can't keep fucking like rabbits and not expect for bunnies to happen Madden!”
Oh it's only been a day, but we've had so much consecutive sex in these last twenty four hours it is a miracle I know how to stand up straight any more. We never left the apartment for food yesterday. In fact, Destin was kind enough to leave a box of pizza outside of Madden's room. Not sure if he told him to or it was a peace offering for their minor spat in the kitchen.
“I swear you act like you want me pregnant.”
“I do.”
Flummoxed by the response, I slam the drawer closed, contents still in it. I snap my face up to where he's sitting at the bar. “What?!”
Dropping his fork on the plate, he repeats, “I. Do.”
“You can't possibly be serious.”
“I am.”
“What!?”
“I. Am.” He leans back in the chair. “Did all your screaming fuck up your hearing?”
Ooooo make note to bitch him out for that later please.
“So...you're telling me, you want us to have kids?”
“Yeah. Why not?”
“Why not? What do you mean why not? We've been having sex for like a day....literally a day Madden!”
“Yup.” The nonchalant answer makes me grip the counter tighter. “What's your point?”
“That was my point!” I shriek. “Isn't wanting kids right now a little...I don't know... fast?”
“We've been circumventing the issue of us for almost three decades. Fast isn't the word I would use.”
Don't agree with him. And yeah, I'm the right age to start having kids or whatever, but...I don't...just shhh.
“Look, I'm not saying we have to have them tomorrow. I'm just saying I want them. With you. Whenever they pop up.”
Sure. Because the world needs more McCoys. Ugh, you're right. It does.
He rests his arms on the counter with a crooked grin. “Now, can we proceed to rolling that dice or do we need to keep this argument going until it leads us in that direction anyway?”
His cockiness makes me smile. I stifle the urge to laugh, which would just encourage him further. “No. We have to get down to the shop. We have work to do.” The expression on his face remains untouched. “Seriously. We can't just spend all day screwing around when they need us down there. We're backed up and even with Wrench there are still days we need more hands on deck. This is one of 'em.”
“Fine.” He caves and hands me his plate. “I at least want you for lunch.”
Rinsing off his dish, I say, “That didn't sound like a request.”
Madden winks. “That's because it wasn't.”
I use the sponge to fling water at him making us both laugh.
Not hard to believe it's not something he does often, but I will say, every time he does, my mind races to find something else to say to make him do it again. When we were younger before his mom died, he laughed all the time. It seems with each passing loss, he buried a piece of his ability to smile with them.
Down in the shop, which I have been a part of since I was eighteen, work seems to be moving quite quickly. Most of the maintenance today is fairly standard, oil changes, tire rotations, checking air filters and cooling systems.
We primarily deal with high class clientele. Among the boring basics we also install custom parts under the hood, in the actual vehicle, and do minor detail work. This isn't the place to bring your piece of shit Honda Civic. Bring your Ferrari. We promise not to Ferris Bueller her.
I lean against the work bench to finish filling out the paperwork for the Lambo whose oil I just changed. A couple lines down the form I feel a firm squeeze of my ass. With a quick glance over my shoulder, I see Madden wink at me as he heads back towards the Viper he's working on.
“Uh...” Wrench starts closing the hood of the Benz he's finished with. “I thought there was no 'hanky panky' allowed in the shop?”
“I think I'd shit my pants if I ever heard Madden say the phrase hanky panky,” Drew chuckles from the front end of the car whose headlight he is replacing.
Destin laughs along with him, “I wouldn't talk about it, Wrench. Knox hasn't threatened to light anyone on fire today, so don't be the first one she comes after.”
“You wouldn't actually light someone on fire, would you?” He asks suspiciously.
“I have before,” I mumble.
Fear sets in his tone, “What?”
Looking up from the tablet I snap, “He had it coming!”
“What kinda dude deserves to be set on fire?” Wrench whines.
While Destin and Drew laugh even louder, I catch a glimpse of Madden who has his arms folded as he tries to hold in his own amusement.
On an annoyed sigh I reply, “The kind who has the nerve to take me to prom then make out with Melissa Baker when I went
to the bathroom to make sure my tits still looked good in my dress.”
Drew ceases his action. “So you lit him on fire?”
“It's the only logical thing she could do,” Destin teases, holding his work tablet to his chest. “Obviously.”
“Triple D, don't make me find a lighter. You both have enough gasoline on you at any given time that I'm sure you'd go up in flames.” When they hide their snickers, I finish explaining. “Anyway, I waited until we got back into the limo, which was supposed to take us to the hotel for the night.”
