He pulled me closer.
His hand went in between my legs and he slid his fingers through the moisture and then brought his hand up and examined it. I could see the stickiness on his fingers.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“That’s us. That’s me and you,” he said, “And it’s beautiful.”
I leaned up and put my mouth around his fingers and sucked, looking right into his eyes while I did it.
What on Earth was in that bottle of fake Coke with lime? Holy moly, I’d never done something like that. Ever.
He looked at me with astonishment. And then he rolled me to my back and he fucked me again.
***
“Ride my face harder,” he said. This was sexcapade number six. Or was it eleven?
“My punani hurts, Daxx. I can’t.”
“One more. Come one more time for me.”
“You said that last time when you fucked my bum.”
“I’ll say it next time, too. Do it. Ride my tongue, baby.”
He’d made me come so many times I’d lost count.
“This is all that drink. I’m still mad at you.”
“I know.”
“You’re getting the silent treatment again as soon as it wears off.”
“Please don’t do that.”
“No. I mean it.”
“Baby.”
“God you’re so fucking hot, Daxx.” I rode his face hard, “And you are so good with that tongue! You’re like a machine. The fuckin’ orgasmatron.”
“You’re gonna forgive me,” he said against the inside of my leg and then planted a kiss and his tongue slipped inside again. I was so sticky and raw.
“Why are you so cocky?” I asked, rocking against his face.
“You were hurt instead of angry. That means you know that you and me were more than just casual last night. You just hadn’t admitted it yet.”
I didn’t say anything. I had another climax instead.
I fell backwards, landing on his legs. He opened them and I slid to the bed, I was on a downward angle, since the bed was still broken. His legs were cocooning me. He rose and flipped me to my stomach.
He immediately mounted me from behind and slid inside. I was so so raw but it felt so so good.
“Do you believe in love at first sight, Jetta?” he asked sweetly.
“Shut up.”
“You’ll forgive me. I’ll be so sweet and so attentive, you won’t have a choice.”
“Trick me some more, you mean?”
“No. That’s what I want, to make you happy. I’ll win this battle. I want you so much. I’ve never wanted anything like this. I won you from them and now I’ll win you from you.”
“Probably. But I’ll hold out as long as I can,” I told him.
Why the fuck did I say that?
He bit my earlobe, “It’ll happen soon.”
“Why the fuck did I say that?”
“Your inhibitions are lowered.”
Was this fuck punch also a truth serum?
“I have resolve. You think you’re in because of right now but tomorrow you’ll see.”
“Oh, I’m in.”
“Nope.”
“If you don’t forgive me, maybe I’ll deny you my cock. You like my cock. It’s the best you’ve ever had.”
“Pfff. I won’t want your cock. I’m upset with you. It’s just the drink. And it’s assholery to tell me it’s the best I’ve ever had.”
“You said that yourself, Jetta,” he laughed.
“It’s assholery to point that out when I have every right in the world to be beyond pissed at you.”
“I’ll deny it and you’ll want it. I can hold off a long time. You know this.”
“Pfff. Hurry up and come so we can go to sleep and then I can go back to not talking to you and you can go back to your fake synthetic pussy.”
“I’ll burn it. I won’t need fake ever again. I have you. You’ll want me again. And maybe you’ll have that drink again and pretend it was an error just so you can get fucked hard and still pretend to be mad. But maybe I’ll just tease you to the brink over and over until you plead with me to make your body sing that beautiful song. The best song I’ve ever heard.”
“Shut your jerk mouth,” I demanded but I wanted to cry, that was so sweet.
“But I will force you to forgive me first.” He kissed me.
“Not gonna happen.”
He kissed my throat and said, “I’ll just make you fall in love with me a little each day and your anger at me will evaporate.”
“We’ll see,” I said.
It could happen so easily. He was a girl’s wet dream. Not just to look at. Everything about him and the way he treated me. He was a dream. Damn it.
I felt the tears coming again because I was so hurt by what he’d done but I didn’t know why. He was right. I should have been more mad that hurt but I was hurt instead. Maybe because I had felt something beyond casual the night before. Or maybe it was just all these things that had happened to me.
On another planet. Lost everything I’d known. Tricked into marriage by sex. Lied to / truth omitted / whatever. No white dress. No flowers at the altar and promises of until death do us part. Just fucked equals married.
“Please don’t cry, baby.” He kissed a tear away, “I’ll be a better husband than you ever could have dreamt of.”
I sniffled, “I don’t want a husband.”
“You’ve got one.”
“I want a divorce.”
“No such thing on Phallyx. It was abolished. And even if there were, I wouldn’t allow it.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“I wanna smack you in the face right now, you son of a bitch.”
He quickened his pace again and then he slowed, groaned, and grabbed my hands, laced his fingers with mine, and moaned against the back of my neck.
He had me pinned with his weight, “You might wanna smack me but you didn’t want me to stop fucking you.”
Grr. I was in danger of dozing off, feeling like his body was a blanket.
“Now I wanna junk punch you.”
“What’s a junk punch?”
“A punch in your balls, your nuts, your testicles.”
He laughed heartily against my back. I smiled into the pillow. Thankfully he couldn’t see it.
“If you junk punch me you’ll suffer.”
“Not as much as you.”
“No, but I’ll enjoy tanning your sweet little ass with my hand to get you back.”
“Bastard.”
“Jetta?”
“What?” I snapped.
“You didn’t answer earlier. What do you want more than anything?” He sifted his fingers through my hair. That felt nice. And sweet.
“Baby?” He tried.
“Tucky,” I answered sleepily.
“I don’t know what that means.”
“He’ll probably die without me.”
“Who is he?” Daxx’s voice held an edge of something. Jealousy?
“He’s none of your business.”
“You love him?”
“Yes.”
“He loves you and he’ll wonder what happened to you,” Daxx said softly.
“I don’t know that he knows what love is but he’ll wonder what happened to me. He’ll wonder how I could abandon him when I’m all he has. He’s all I have.”
“You have me, now.”
I choked on a sob.
“But he has no one.”
Daxx was quiet and I thought question time was over.
“What other things will you miss from Earth?”
“Cheeseburgers, French fries, and chocolate milkshakes.”
“We have those.”
“Oh.”
“What else?”
“My favorite shows on TV.”
“We can get them here.”
“Oh.”
“What else?”
“My family. I’m not real c
lose to them but I have family that might wonder what happened to me. Maybe in a year or two if they don’t hear from me. Most of them might not miss me much but I’ll miss them.”
“Sorry, baby.” He ran a hand up and down my back and squeezed my shoulder.
“And my Lululemons. My yoga pants. You ruined them.”
“Sorry. We have nice clothing.”
“I’ve seen that. But even if your clothes are better than Lululemons they aren’t Lululemons.”
“We can stop and shop on our way home for anything you need.”
“I don’t need anything from you.”
He sighed and rolled off me and I thought he was gonna go away and leave me be but then he pulled the blankets up and cuddled me close.
“How long have we been fucking?” I asked.
He leaned over to the panel on the wall and touched it, “Almost seven hours.”
“Oh, my lord. Why do you have that stuff in your kitchen?”
“My father stocks the house. He stocked all the homes and rooms on the grounds with these things in case any of the men needed help with their new brides. I think he did it here hoping I’d finally seal the deal with Treya.”
I felt my eyes narrow at the idea of him with her. No, not going to let myself feel jealousy. Nope.
“It was an asshole thing of him to do. I thought it was like Coke with lime. I’ll miss Coke, too.”
“I didn’t notice it there.”
“I bet you’re not even sorry.”
I imagined him with her anyway and I didn’t fucking like it.
“Seven hours of fucking you? Talking to you? I’m not sorry you took that. I’m just glad you know that it was all you, not me.”
Since that drink had made me let it all hang out, I wanted to ask about the things I wanted to ask about earlier. But if I kept going, it would be unfair to be mad at him the next day. You couldn’t share a whole bunch of things and then act mad again. It would be playing dirty. I had to stop now anyway or he’d tell me the answers to all my questions and that would make it hard to be mad.
And I wasn’t ready for him to have my forgiveness. Maybe after the dirty stunt he’d pulled, he needed to work for it. Or maybe he’d never get it and I was just feeling weak right now.
Maybe I was being a bitch by thinking that way but can you blame me? I’ve had my life ripped away from me. Am I just supposed to shrug and say, “Okay. Happily ever after, here we come!” Forget that I was forced here and tricked into marriage to someone I don’t even know?
I was tired and my punani really did hurt. So did my nipples. They felt bruised. As did my mouth. My legs were sore as if I’d run a marathon.
I was able to resist the urge to talk more and let even more hang out. I fell asleep.
I woke up to pitch darkness and he was fucking me again. He had slid inside of me from the spoon position and it didn’t take long for him to come inside me. I was so damn sleepy but my body was responding.
“No sleep fucking,” I groaned.
“Can’t stop fucking you. This body is perfect.” He rubbed my clit until it exploded into a million pieces. I was thinking that my clitoris was going to fall off.
“I can’t come anymore, Daxx. Please,” I begged.
“Okay, my beauty. Sleep. Dream of me.” He kissed my ear gem.
I woke up again and there was a dim light putting him on display at the bottom of the big round lopsided bed. He was hunched over the pizza plate, eating. I didn’t let on I was awake. I watched him eat and then I watched him as he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I rolled to the bottom of the bed and saw that there was one slice left. I scarfed it down and then reached for the fruit bowl on that table and ate a giant piece of fruit that looked like a banana, but with a dark peel and inside the fruit was a dark shade. But it tasted very much like a chocolate orange. I finished it and curled up into a ball at the bottom of the bed.
-11-
DAXX
He climbed back into bed after a fast shower and grabbing some thick books to prop the bed up until he could get it fixed properly. She was down at the foot of the bed; the last slice of pizza had vanished. He smiled as he got under the covers and hauled her sweet warm body with him until they were on the other end of the bed. He gathered the length of her soft hair into his fist and tilted her head back so that he could kiss the apple of her cheek.
“I’m going to win your forgiveness.”
“Don’t count on it,” she murmured sleepily.
“You can’t tell me that this was just the drink. I feel that it’s so much more than that.”
“Probably. Shush up and go to sleep. I’m officially back to not talking to you.”
“I’ll dream of you, too. I’ll dream of you forgiving me. Of you smiling at me. Of you biting me some more.”
“Shut yer pie hole,” she put her hand over his mouth.
“My what?”
“Pie hole.”
“Pie hole?”
“Shh.” She tightened her hand over his mouth.
He kissed her palm and turned her toward him. She buried her nose into his chest and lifted his hand up and placed it right over her mouth and held it tight there with both of her small hands.
He smiled but it hurt a little. This was her telling him she didn’t want to talk anymore but it was sweet the way she needed him to cover her mouth to stop her from doing it.
He’d give her what she needed, including space the next day, and see if that would help her start to come around.
He leaned down and she let go of his hand. He kissed her left eyelid, her right eyelid, and then her lips. And she kissed his lips right back.
-12-
JETTA
I woke up alone. And sore. Really bloody sore.
I sat up. A screen turned on, on the wall inside the bed area, and Daxx’s face was on screen, smiling. He’d shaved. He looked… I tried not to finish that thought but I failed. He looked gorgeous.
“Good morning, little wife. Please get dressed and join me downstairs in the lounge at the left of the stairs if you’d like to have breakfast together. If you prefer to have it alone, I understand. I’ll be in the house all day but you have space, if you need it. But I hope you don’t. I’ve left the tablet in case you want to access that entertainment library. There will be a machine in right after you watch this to fix the bed. You don’t have to exit. It’ll work around you.” He smiled again and the screen went back to black.
Mortification set in immediately. That stupid fucking stupid fucking fucking fucking fake coke with lime. I wanted to throw something.
We had so much sex last night. How many times? A baker’s dozen? I didn’t even know; I’d lost count. And I let him fuck my ass once. I’d told him my vag was starting to hurt but yet I was still horny. He had a hard-on and I told him he could fuck my ass. I sucked his fingers while he did that. Lord, it was hot.
I’d only tried it twice before but I totally hated anal before Daxx. I don’t even know why I suggested it. I’d been consumed with him and his body all night long. But anal with Daxx? It had been insanely good. He’d been sweet and gentle, made sure I was ready for that, and then when he knew I was more than ready, he pounded me like a screen door in a hurricane while his fingers were shoved in my mouth, and it… was…phenomenal.
And beyond a marathon session of fucking, I spoke to him. And I kissed him and snuggled with him while I slept.
And he’d set some type of weird sensor to speak to me on TV as soon as I sat up. I guess it was better than a note. Since we couldn’t write notes because we were from DIFFERENT PLANETS. Ugh.
I wasn’t going down to him. I went to the bathroom and touched the wall panel and saw a new little square that had a photo of my face on it beside a photo with Daxx’s face on it. I touched mine and saw a toothbrush, hair brush, and another tiny pink cake of soap. I hit the green button out of reflex, which sent it away, so I had to start over again and remember to go against my instincts and hit the red bu
tton.
I washed my face and that soap was seriously lathery and nice-smelling. I brushed my teeth again and it worked but turned off before I was finished. I tried restarting it. The light turned on but it wouldn’t start.
I went back out to the bedroom and my gym bag was gone. I pushed the panel and saw my face on the screen so went through the same motions. My clothing was now in the ‘inventory’. I told it what I wanted, screwed up with the green command again and had to start all over, and then I had a pair of black skinny jeans, pink converse, and a pink t-shirt with undies and socks from my bag delivered. I got dressed and went to the food machine and in the drink section was a coffee cup with my face on it. There was also one with Daxx’s face on it. I guess that was what I’d touch to get my coffee the way I liked it. I started scrolling through screens until I found that purple banana thing and asked for one. I hoped it was safe to eat. Nothing weird happened after I ate it last time.
I ate and had my coffee and I sat and looked out the window at the pretty forest while that space-Roomba machine came in and fiddled with the bed frame, first removing books that were propping it up, and then making drilling and other weird sounds.
I lounged all day. He left me be. And I tried to stay out of my head. I watched movies and TV shows and it felt strange, Earth being so far away. I wondered how the other girls were doing. How was Tanya? What about Lacey? Were the Clipboard Assholes gone back home to scheme in order to recruit more girls? Were there other events happening now?
As the room started to darken, lights automatically came on. And then the food machine made a sound.
I walked to it and the doors were opened.
There sat a cheeseburger and fries with a milkshake. The milkshake was the size of about four milkshakes and the burger was so big it oughta be called a brontosaurus burger.
I lifted them out.
They tasted sad. Don’t get me wrong, they tasted good, but the taste of them made me sad. They made me think about talking to him in his arms in the moonlight. They made me think that what might have been a fun dating and getting to know someone scenario if he hadn’t tricked me and turned into this sad, broody girl.
Daxx had been the one to save me from that scene with all those men fighting over me. From the minute he was on-scene he had been worried about my comfort, my safety, his attention on me as if he’d been dreaming about me and I’d just suddenly materialized, a dream come true.
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