by Dukey, Ker
She moves her hips with me, taking what she needs, grinding and panting. “Oh god,” she pleads, her legs shaking with impending release.
Slipping a hand from her hip, I suck a finger to lube it up, then reach between her legs, slipping the digit into her inviting center.
She clenches around it greedily as I plunge it deep, then pull it back, repeating the process. I speed up with her own breaths, until she’s throbbing and pulsing around me, her release coating my hand.
Her body shudders, and she curls over me, gripping onto my hair tight.
Tight, warm, and fucking beautiful.
Once she gathers her bearings, I ease my finger out of her and look up into her flushed face as I slide it into my mouth, sucking every drop of her from it.
“Sweet like candy apples,” I drawl, and she giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. Helping her get back into her panties, I take her hand and grab her bear, following the faint slither of light streaming in from the far end of the corridor type space.
There’s an exit door that we push through to come out behind the stalls and rides.
“You ready to go?” I ask her, wrapping my arm around her waist.
She falls into me, melting into my side. “Yes. I’m spent.”
Yeah she is.
I couldn’t bear to shower last night, to wash away Chastity’s scent. She was everything and more—delicious, forbidden, sweet as sin.
Her body is so responsive, so needy, so perfect.
There were a lot of guys in high school who bitched about going down on a woman, but to me, there’s nothing better—nothing more masculine than making a woman quiver and come on your tongue. I’d bathe in her juices if I could.
My thoughts wander to God. I have missed calls from him, but if I take the call, he’ll ask me how I’m doing with my task, then he’ll demand to know what’s taking me so long and why I’m avoiding him.
I promised him, and made him promise me, we would do our tasks no matter what the consequences. But I wasn’t prepared to feel this way.
Slipping my phone into my pocket, I search the parking lot for one of his fancy ass cars, but like usual, he’s absent from school, making avoiding him that much easier.
He isn’t the only person I’m avoiding. Mrs. Griffin is also on my dodge list. Looking her in the eye and talking about things I don’t want to share with her because I’ve found talking to Chastity oddly therapeutic isn’t something I want to confess to her.
And knowing there’s tension there between her and Chastity makes me not like her. Petty, but I chose a side the minute I sampled the lips of her stepdaughter.
My phone buzzes with a text from the woman in my every thought lately.
Chastity: Educated men are so impressive.
A smile chases up my cheek, and then I smell her before I have time to reply. Warm arms come around my midriff from behind. “Guess who?” she mumbles against my backpack.
“How many guesses do I get?” I tease, and she pinches my ass a little too roughly, making me jerk forward.
She rounds my body with a dreamy sparkle to her eyes.
“PDA in the corridor?”
Shrugging her petite shoulder, she closes in and whispers with a sultry drawl, “Corridors, carnival grounds.”
My hand grasps out, capturing her behind her neck and tugging her to me, my lips taking hers in a deep kiss. Her small hand wraps around my wrist to hold herself steady as I steal the air from her lungs and flavor from her tongue.
She had strawberries for breakfast.
Forcing myself to release her, I relish the red bruising around her lips from my ministrations.
“Wow,” she says in a wonderment filled breath. She’s so adorable, it’s painful.
“You not worried about people seeing you make out with the bad boy anymore?” I torment, but she doesn’t bite. Instead, she stares at me like I made the sun rise.
“As long as he’s only my bad boy, bring on the gossipers.” Her tone is meek, searching for reassurance.
“If you’re willing to be my good girl—only mine—then I promise to be a one-woman man.” I grin to lighten the tension thickening around us. I’ve never had this kind of conversation before. I’ve always bailed before it ever got to this point. This is new ground for me, and there’s these nervous, excited flutterings happening in my gut that make me happy and annoyed all at the same time. She’s grinning so beautifully and big, her hope, her heart mine for the taking.
How could I let this happen? I’m fucking falling for this girl. This wasn’t the plan. I have destructive secrets she can never find out about.
“Do you want to do something tonight?” she asks, checking her watch.
“I have dinner with my mother tonight, but I could see you after?”
Reaching onto her tiptoes, she drops a chaste kiss to my lips and backs away from me. “Call me.”
Her body collides with another student, and she turns to splutter apologies, then sniggers back at me when the guy waves her off and doesn’t stop.
She fades into the crowd, and I remember a line from her audio.
Me: Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.
Send. It’s perfect.
I hate that I’m sat making small talk with my dad and it’s so fucking awkward and forced. Is it supposed to be this hard?
Dad’s phone begins belting out some eighties song, causing the entire restaurant to turn their heads in our direction.
Answering the call, he gets to his feet, dropping his napkin on the empty plate. I’m starving and should be on the second course by now, but Mom is late.
I swirl the soda in the bottom of my glass. After sitting for forty minutes with my dad, I wish I’d added Jack Daniels to it.
A hand lands on my shoulder, jarring me and making me nearly knock the glass over.
My dad frowns, looking down at me. “Something happened with your mother’s car. She’s not going to make it.”
My gut plummets. She’s making excuses to bail on dinner. She’s not ready to forgive me.
“We can still eat,” my dad cuts in.
“No thanks. I said I’d meet some friends, so her not showing is better for me,” I lie, brushing past him.
I need a drink.
Stumbling into the house, I almost fall through the threshold but catch myself.
“Are you drunk?” My dad grimaces.
“Nooope,” I slur.
“Is that really your solution to something not going the way you wanted? Do you care what happened with your mother’s car?”
“Noooope.”
“You’re being immature.”
“Ha, says the man twucking a woman half his age.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, he narrows his gaze on me. His arms look bigger, straining his shirt. He must be working out more. The brush with death scared him. I grin despite myself, and his stare gets even more squinty.
“You done?” I ask, trying not to sway on my feet.
“When you’re done being a brat, you should give your best friend a talking to.”
God? What the fuck does he have to do with anything? He’s always had issue with God. Probably because he has more money than him.
I navigate the stairs and collapse into my room, missing the bed and landing with a thud on the floor. Motherfucker, that hurt, and it’s uncomfortable as all hell down here, but I don’t have the mobility skills to get up right now.
I’m on fire. Hell’s fire scolds me, and hard droplets pelt down on me, attempting to put me out. But it’s gasoline, not water.
My body rocks violently from the terror racing though me.
“Rhett, where are you?”
I hear Robbie’s voice calling through the roaring of the fire.
The tree appears through the orange licks of flames and then I’m slipping through the mud beneath my feet It’s consuming me, hands pulling from beneath.
“No, stop, no,” I choke out.
“Rhet
t?”
“I’m coming, Robbie,” I cry, scraping at the mud, ignoring the pain all over me.
“Rhett. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Robbie’s voice morphs. “Wake up.”
The rain turns cold—not acid rain, shower water.
Hard tiles against my skin. I’m panting heavily. Jerking awake, I try to stand, but slip back to my ass. I’m not being dragged into hell. I’m in my shower.
My eyes adjust, and Chastity fills my vision. She’s soaked, fully dressed, sitting with me in the shower. What the hell’s going on?
“Chastity?”
“Yes, oh god. Rhett, you scared me,” she sobs, wrapping her arms around me.
“What are you doing here?” I croak, my throat stinging, a sour taste coating my tongue.
“You texted me to come over.”
Had I?
“I found you facedown in your own vomit.”
That would be the gross taste on my tongue then.
“I had to have your dad help me get you in the shower. He got upset and left.”
“You mean mad?” I ask, a throb beginning in my skull.
Shivering, she stands to turn the blast of the shower off.
Her hair is stuck to her face, makeup streaks her eyes, and sorrow mars those precious features. “No, he wasn’t mad, he was distressed when you were…” she pauses.
“Were what?”
“You were calling out for your brother and crying.” She sniffs, taking my hand and interlocking our fingers.
Fuck. “I’m a mess.”
“You’re hurting, but it’s okay. I’ll face that pain with you. You’re not alone, Rhett. You think I can’t see the pain in your eyes, the sorrow soaking your body?” She grips my face, absorbing my agony with me.
“I won’t pretend that I know how you feel, but if I could take some of that pain, that burden from you, I would, because I’m falling for you.”
I drop my eyes from hers, too ashamed to look at her after allowing myself to get so reckless.
“Look at me. Look in my eyes. You’re not alone anymore. It’s you and me now, and I won’t let you drown. You can’t do this to yourself.”
She holds me while I come apart. It’s not a girl who’s falling for a boy, or a boy tasked to seduce a girl he fell for. It’s a human sharing another human’s pain when they know they can’t carry it on their own.
Getting dry and into dry clothes I admire Chastity wearing my tee, it drowns her but it’s all kinds of sexy. I know in my heart that I want to see her wearing my shit after staying the night. After I’ve been inside her body. Made love to her in a way I’ve never adored a woman’s body before.
“Do you want me to make you some coffee?” she asks brushing her hair back off her face with one of my mother’s old brushes.
“No,” I look her up and down. No way is my old man getting to see her in only a shirt.
“I’ll get us some hot drinks, make yourself at home.” I tell her noticing either her or my dad must have cleaned up the sick because the room smells of bleach and there’s no puddle.
My feet are still unsteady as I take the stairs down to the kitchen, which is plunged into darkness.
Switching the light on, my heart leaps. My old man nursing a mug of something sat at the breakfast bar.
“Why are you sitting in the dark?” My voice is hoarse, and my body feels like it’s been through an intensive wash cycle.
“You have nightmares,” he states.
I stop to watch him from the other side of the counter.
“I hear you at night. They stopped for a while, but tonight…” He frowns, running a hand through his hair, tugging on the strands.
“I drank too much,” I confess.
“You blame yourself?”
He already knows the damn answer to that.
“We all blame me,” I correct.
He swipes at his face. Is he crying?
“It’s not your fault,” he rasps.
Liar.
“Denial. It was just easier to place the blame elsewhere. Losing Robbie was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to face in my life.” He admits.
He’s never opened up like this before. I wish I would’ve heard it months ago.
“It was me.” He croaks.
My hands grip the counter, my knuckles turning white.
“What was you?”
Sniffling, he wipes his forearm across his nose. “I told Robbie to walk.” He breaks.
My head swims. I don’t understand. “When…how?” I shake my head. He’s making no sense.
“He wasn’t feeling good. Called me using his friend’s phone. I told him he had to wait for you, but when he said he felt queasy, I told him to walk down to my office.”
He tugs at his hair, punishing himself.
Tension stiffens my body.
“Why? Why couldn’t you get him?” I demand.
Sickness threatens to spill out of me from his confession.
He’s known this shit all this time and kept it too himself. He’s a selfish cunt. Poor Robbie, let down by us both.
My darkest day was losing Robbie, that darkness has been cloaking me ever since and he’s had this information this the whole time.
He’s staring at me now, chin quivering, water leaking from his eyes.
Fuck him.
“I was mid-fuck.” He confesses. “Melissa was leaving for a vacation, and I wanted to get one last fuck in before I didn’t see her for two weeks.”
The utensil holder in front of me flies across the room before I even register throwing it at him.
“You make me sick,” I growl.
My entire body threatens to collapse at the weight of his words.
It was his fault—not mine. I didn’t kill Robbie.
“And what if he made it to the office?”
“We were finishing up,” he confesses, disgust on his own tongue.
My mind replays that night over and over, the time it would take to walk twenty minutes maybe? Thirty for Robbie whose legs were shorter than mine.
“Did you wonder why he didn’t show up?” I seethe.
Gulping he takes back his seat and swigs whatever’s in his mug.
“Your mother.” He exhales before continuing, “She caught us.” He grumbles into his cup.
That night is the night she caught him fucking his secretary?
“That’s why she wanted you to pick Robbie up, she was casing my fucking office building like a PI.”
Rounding the counter with revived energy I push him hard making him stumble from the stool and stumble back across the kitchen.
Pointing a damning finger at him I growl. “Don’t fucking blame her or make a mockery of what she had to do to prove her own sanity wasn’t playing tricks on her. Everyone knew you were a piece of shit but not her, she always had your back. And you blew it. For that blonde piece of ass? Really, is she worth it?”
Turning on my heel, I can’t even look at him. Urges to pound the shit out of him until he’s pulp of blood and bone pull at my restraint, but he’s fucked my life up enough, he gets no more of it.
Walking into my room I feel like a different person. A burden heavy on my soul has lifted. “You ok?” Chastity asks from her perched position on my bed.
“Yeah, I think I am.”
Her lips turn up into a smile and she pats the space next to her.
“Can you stay the night?” I ask.
She bites her lip nervously, a blush coloring her cheeks. “Just sleep, Chas, please?”
“Ok. I’ll call my dad and tell him I’m crashing at Maggie’s.” She attempts to get up, but I hold my hand up to stop her.
“You stay and call him, I need to make a call of my own, I’ll go outside.”
All my demons race around inside my head as I wait for Pride to arrive. I text him as soon as I left my old man to weep in the misery he created. This couldn’t be done over the phone.
Ten minutes later he’s pulling up across the street. There’s a
nervous energy pulsing through me with what I’m about to do, but I know it has to be done. There’s no other way.
“You look like shit,” he says, meeting me halfway down the path.
“Good to see you too, asshole.”
He nods his head at Chastity’s car and smirks.
“That the reason I’m here? You got something for me?”
Shoving my hand in my pocket, I close my eyes briefly before pulling out the coin.
“I do, but not what you think.” I place the gold metal into his palm and wait for the lecture that doesn’t come.
“It is what I expected. The tasks are not made for all of us, and to be honest, I’m not keen on a lot of this shit. Just know you can’t control or forfeit what comes next. If you do…”
“I’m out. I know.”
I just can’t lose anything else. As if reading my thoughts Pride places a hand on my shoulder. “Losing a sibling is fucking soul crushing, believe me I know, so if she helps you, even forget for a second, then I wouldn’t risk it all for a task either.”
Fuck. I exhale a heavy breath. I needed to hear that so badly.
Every night this week Chastity’s come over to sleep. She’s been creeping out down the stupid lattice fence on the side of her house and meeting me at the bottom of her street to be whisked away to my lair.
She’s eager to try new things, her hands exploring new areas each night, but I’m terrified of disappointing her, ruining her confidence when I’m unable to come.
Since my dad’s confession I haven’t been having nightmares, but that could also be due to the fact Chastity has been sharing my bed every night.
Leaving the bathroom, I flick the switch and almost fucking come in my pants.
Chastity stands at the foot of my bed waiting for me but she’s not wearing her usual tee that she borrows from my stack. She’s wearing nothing at all.
I can’t take her all in fast enough, my eyes computing and storing every inch of creamy flesh, her hard, rosy-tipped nipples, the channel of her naval leading to the neat little cluster of blonde curls.
My mouth waters and I think about licking her pussy until she’s delirious and can’t even function.
