by Zoey Derrick
There’s no one there…
I squint against the two spotlights above the building that illuminate the lot for the buses but I can’t see anything.
“Are you ready to accept God back into your life, Lorraine?” I hear the voice again, this time it’s coming from the left and I turn.
“Who the fuck are you?” I scream.
All I hear is a distant chuckle and then footsteps, heavy ones.
“Raine?” a deep voice says and I turn, defensive, ready to strike.
“Whoa girl, it’s just me. What’s wrong?”
I tremble before Leroy as he grabs my arm. “Come on, let’s get you on the bus,” he says softly and I follow behind him. He unlocks the bus door and ushers me inside.
“You didn’t hear that?” I finally find my voice.
“Hear what?” His face is soft, understanding, but yet confused.
“Never mind,” I whisper softly. “Thanks for letting me on the bus.”
He gives me a sad half smile. “Want to talk about it?” he asks and I shake my head. “Alright, I’ll be outside if you need me.”
“Thank you, Leroy.”
“Anytime,” he says as he steps back off of the bus.
I shiver as the adrenaline reaches a crescendo and I head back toward my room.
As soon as I’m there, I hop up onto my bunk and curl myself into a ball as tremors consume me.
Why the hell would anyone I know be here?
No one’s here stupid, you’re the only one who heard anything.
Why would I conjure that shit up? Out of everything else I could have imagined, why that?
Because you haven’t been this close to home since you left, how many years ago? Talking to Dex about your past has dragged it all back up again.
How would anyone in my family even know I was here, where I was or that I would be here?
I let the thought drain off as reality strikes like lightning…the article.
Dex Harris Mystery Woman Confirmed
That was the headline for today’s news.
The article went on to state “the woman seen with Dex in D.C., was in fact Raine Montgomery, Bold International, Inc. employee, former assistant to CEO Cameron Enders.”
The source remains unnamed, but I am certain it wasn’t Cami who released it, and that article was printed today. Still doesn’t solve the problem of how in the hell anyone from my little Podunk town in North Carolina could have or would have seen the article in the first place.
I was so consumed with whatever it was that happened outside of the arena last night that it didn’t dawn on me until the band returned to the bus that Dex never came and got me. In fact, he climbed into his rack without saying a single word to me. I then spent the next hour crying softly in my rack. Beating myself up for thinking that this was really going to work between Dex and I. I wanted to wake him up, scream at him, yell at him, but the fight in me had gone.
I tried to do some internet research on my parents, to see where they may be, but like most people of their generation, social media doesn’t exist for them. Though they still have the same old phone number listed and the same address.
That’s when I find it. Andrew Kressley Montgomery, my brother, is on Facebook. I couldn’t see much of his profile because it was private, but he made sure that I could see he’d taken after my parents on the religious front.
After that I went looking for some of the people I graduated from high school with, some who were actually friends with Andrew. Though I could see most of those profiles, there wasn’t anything to indicate they knew about me being in the papers. Not that they would give a shit.
The town that I come from is small. Everyone talks and I’m pretty sure that should I ever show up there, everyone would know who I am in a heartbeat, despite the ten years since I left.
Eventually, sometime around eleven, I give up my search for any information I can find pertaining to Andrew, or my parents.
I slam my laptop closed.
“What gives, glowbug?” Dex asks from below me.
“What gives? Seriously, you want to ask me that now? After last night?”
I hear him get up off of his rack. He’s wearing a pair of thin black boxer shorts, and nothing else. The tent is impossible to miss.
“What the fuck did I do now?”
I fold my arms, feeling stupid and childish. “Forget it.”
“No, damn it. What the fuck did I do?” He all but stomps his foot.
“Nothing, Dex, that’s the problem, you did nothing.”
“You’re going to have to do better than that, sunshine. This don’t work that way.”
“Dex, I’m not sure this,” I gesture between the two of us, “is working between us. That’s the problem. You walked into that greenroom last night and flat out ignored me. I watched you flirting stupidly with the girls who were overly flirtatious with you. Then when I leave, I swear to god, I have an out of body experience that freaks me the fuck out and I came here.” I sit up a little straighter. “Then you proceed to go out with the guys without even so much as a second thought about me. So yes, Dex, I don’t think this is working.”
I watch as his body deflates. “I never forgot about you. In fact, I knew right where you were and I was waiting patiently for you to come over. I watched you leave the greenroom and I couldn’t follow after you. Then when we were done I tracked down Beck to find out where you were. He told me that you’d freaked out about something and ran off to the bus. I didn’t know what the hell to do, Raine. I figured I’d done something wrong again, but I had no clue. I thought maybe it would be best if I just let you be.”
I don’t say anything, realizing that I was rightfully beating myself up over nothing, and that what Dex was doing was absolutely nothing wrong. “I have no claim to you, Dex. I didn’t think that I had the right to just come over and climb on your lap,” I say softly and he unfolds his arms and takes the step toward me.
“What makes you think you have no claim on me?” he asks as his hand comes to brush hair from my face. I shrug and lean into his touch.
This is what his touch does to me; it obliterates everything I’m feeling or think I feel when it comes to him. When he touches me, he’s the only thing that matters. He consumes my mind, my body and soul. He devours me whole. “It’s so stupid,” I mutter.
“What?” he asks me as he places gentle pressure on my shoulder to capture my attention and bring my eyes to his.
Jesus, I feel so stupid. “You’ve never asked me out,” I say sheepishly, feeling like a high schooler begging her first crush to commit to her.
He smiles wide. “I didn’t know that I needed to. I guess I just thought it was implied.” He leans forward, cupping my face between his palms. His height gives him enough leverage to lean over and let his lips brush against mine. “Raine Montgomery, will you be my girlfriend?”
His lips land on mine before I can answer him. The question, though asked simply to satisfy me, sends my heart soaring. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me as hard as I can. Trying to indicate that I want him to come up here. Finally he breaks the kiss. “I told you it was stupid,” I mumble.
“You haven’t answered my question.” His hands release me and I grab his wrists before he can get too far away and I place them against my chest and his eyes light up with desire and lust.
“Yes,” I moan as my subtle hint is taken and my nipple rolls between his fingers. “Ah fuck.”
He releases one nipple as he moves my laptop to between the mattress and frame of my rack, then he pulls back my covers to reveal the barely there thong I was wearing last night. His breathing stops and his arms hitch themselves under my legs, pulling me down my rack, spreading me wide so that my pussy is right in his face.
I hear him sniff and watch his eyes roll into the back of his head. “This, sweet glowbug, is my own personal heaven.” He groans as I feel him tug my thong to the side, exposing my clit and wet sex. He waits barely a heartbeat
before his tongue is searing wet and hot between my folds. I moan. His hands grab hold of the thin straps and he begins pulling the material. I lift my hips, thrusting my pussy onto his face and he groans, sending vibrations over my sex and I can feel an orgasm building.
His mouth comes away as he pulls my thong out of his way, down my legs and finally off. All while his tongue licks and laps at my sex. When he’s done tossing my thong aside, his hands immediately go to the hem of my t-shirt, pushing it up higher until it will move no more. I position myself on my elbows so that I can pull the shirt out from under me, then finally up and over my head.
He groans and my nipples pebble into tight peaks and I slowly cup my breasts, playing with my nipples as he slides two fingers into my waiting pussy. I can feel the tiny spasms my sex has as it sucks his fingers in deeper. It only takes him a moment to find my sweet spot and he starts sucking on my clit. Pulling it into his mouth and massaging it with his tongue.
“Fuck, Dex.” I stop myself from screaming out my desperate need for him. His fingers continue flicking against my g-spot deep inside and his tongue dances expertly over my clit.
I roll my nipples between my fingers and my orgasm threatens to consume me whole. My legs start to twitch with each flick of his tongue against my hard clit. His hand is buried in my cunt and I know he’s trying to make me come all over his face and it is going to work.
My hands come away from my tits and I thrust them into his hair, holding him hard to my sex as I grind myself against him. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I moan out as my orgasm consumes me completely. My whole body shakes with my release as Dex’s fingers replace his tongue, rubbing feverishly against my clit and the two fingers inside find a record pace as I hear the wetness of my orgasm spraying past his fingers.
I feel his pace slow to a more sensual rhythm and my body twitches as he milks my release.
When I finally start to have coherent thoughts following my orgasm, I realize that Dex hasn’t stopped licking and fingering me. I want to push him away, but soon realize the reason he hasn’t stopped. “Sorry,” I mutter as I unlock my fingers from his hair, holding him to me, but he doesn’t stop. In fact, he picks up the pace in double time. “Fuck me,” I groan as I feel another orgasm quickly making its way to my sex. “Dex, stop.” He shakes his head and continues sucking my clit into his mouth and he moans. I realize now why.
His other hand has disappeared and I can feel his shoulder moving as he strokes his cock in time to his thrusts into my pussy.
“Wouldn’t it feel better inside?” I ask him and he nods, but doesn’t stop. It takes me another heartbeat to realize that I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing and I thrust one of my hands back into his hair, grinding against his face in time to his licks and thrusting of his fingers.
It doesn’t take long before I am exploding in another orgasm. This time though, it’s a little less intense and I can sense his disappointment. “Why do you like it when I squirt all over you?” I manage to ask him, breathless, as I come down from my orgasm.
He finally relinquishes my clit and slowly extracts his fingers from my pussy. “Because,” his hot breath caresses my sex and I shiver, “I know that it’s real and because there is something about the way you taste when you come on me that I can’t get enough of.”
He smiles then and I fight the urge to roll my eyes at him. “You’re such a man,” I giggle and he smirks.
“Can I do something?” he asks, innocent and shyly.
“Anything,” I say without a second thought and his face lights up.
“Scoot up, put your arms above your head, rest them on the rail.” His voice has that air of command and I shiver at what that might mean.
I quickly comply and I lay my wrists across the bar at the head of my rack. He goes about looking for something, though I am not sure what. I can feel his short chest hair brush across my knuckles as he comes to stand between the racks and the closet. “Close your eyes,” he orders and I comply, screwing my eyes shut tight so I’m not tempted to look. “Lift your head,” he tells me and I do. That’s when I feel something slide over my head and over my eyes, a blindfold.
My breathing hitches. “We good, glowbug?” he asks softly.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Relax for me.” Again his voice is soft, comforting.
That’s when I feel something soft wrap around one wrist then the other, intertwining around my wrists and securing them together, then finally securing them to the railing of the rack. “Still good?”
“Yes,” I whisper, barely audible and goosebumps rise across my body. My nipples pebble as I realize that I am at his mercy, his to play with as he sees fit. A sliver of fear creeps into me as I don’t know what it is that he is going to do to me and I’m worried.
“I just want you to feel me,” he whispers gently into my ear and then I feel his lips feather light against my own. “Just savor me,” he says right before his lips land solidly on mine.
My entire body comes alive. My inability to touch him frustrates me and I fight my bonds, but they are going nowhere. My inability to see him causes my lips to tingle with each press of his lips against mine. After a few beats with just his lips, I feel his hand up near my wrist, its light, but slightly rough from his calloused fingers. The sharpness of his dry fingers and the warmth of his touch are almost too much and my legs scissor together, fighting for relief but finding none.
His hand continues a fiery trail down my arm, inside my elbow, across my bicep and down to my shoulder. His touch remains light against my skin, but there is fire and goosebumps in his wake. He releases my lips from our kiss. Anticipation and excitement over where he will go next with his mouth causes me to shiver. At the same moment his slow moving hand comes to circle my nipple. He circles it once, twice, then continues in an outward spiral, never actually touching the tight peak. Instead, his other hand joins in on the action, repeating the same process on the other breast. My nipples remain painfully hard. Threatening to snap the barbells in half because they are so hard. “Fuck,” I groan out as his hands disappear completely. The rack groans beneath me and I hear his knees snap as he climbs up, then I feel him repositioning my legs between his, forcing me to close my legs.
The pressing of my thighs together is almost what I need to reach the orgasm that is fighting to the surface. He straddles me, holding my legs hostage beneath his own and I feel the head of his cock brush directly over my clit. “Fuck,” I cry out and my back arches. I feel him chuckle slightly. “You’re the devil,” I nearly growl at him.
“Oh glowbug, you haven’t seen anything yet.” The menacing tone in his voice tells me that he’s telling the truth and I shiver. His hands are back on me with their feather light touch once again, this time, along my hips. I can feel him slowly sliding toward my sex, painful centimeter by torturous centimeter. I writhe beneath him. I can feel his fingers drawing closer to the small smattering of hair I have directly above my clit, but just before his fingers tickle into the curls, he turns north toward my belly button and I groan in frustration as his hands slide further up.
Once again his hands are circling my nipples, slow and steady until he starts to circle the swell of my breasts. The sensations are too much and I can feel my arousal sliding down between my legs. When his hands move further toward my shoulders, he leans forward. Pressing the tip of his cock directly into my clit. I cry out.
Then without warning, his hands are gone and I feel his dick pressing harder against my clit. Then I feel him adjusting his dick, sliding it further south, right into the V between my thighs and pussy. Then I can feel the head of his cock playing at my entrance. I know he realizes it too the moment his breath hitches as he makes contact with the wet warmth of my pussy opening.
He continues pressing into me and I can feel the veins of his cock sliding along my clit. This isn’t going to last long before I’m exploding once again.
I feel him lean forward, both by his position on my legs and the thrust into my
sex. It’s spreading me wide, nearly to the point of being uncomfortable. Then the bed dips near my head as he positions himself. “We good?” he asks and I nod. He takes my queue and starts to move in and out of me. After a couple of thrusts, I feel him shift again and the blindfold is removed from my eyes. “I need to see you.” He says softly as his lips meet mine and I blink against the light in the room. Once my eyes are open he pulls back. “Hello beautiful.” He says with a smile. “How does this feel?”
“Good,” I groan. He keeps up his pace for a few more thrusts and his dick rubs against my clit, sending all kinds of new sensations radiating from my core. I am near orgasm and when my legs start to tremble beneath him, he knows it. His pace increases marginally but I can tell he’s holding back on me.
“Come for me,” he says and he thrusts a little more deeply into me, tipping me over the edge. I fight against my bonds as I’m desperate to touch him. The bite of the binding is just enough pain to rocket my orgasm higher.
He brings me down slowly, then shifts his leg over mine, helping me spread my legs. Once he has the leverage over me that he wants he lifts that free leg, driving into me deeper as he presses my leg toward my chest. “Jesus,” he groans as he realizes just how deep he’s gotten inside me. I can feel the head of his cock against my cervix and the tickling of his balls against my ass tells me that he’s deeper in me than he has ever been.
“Dex,” I moan out as another orgasm is building hard and fast. “I need you to come with me.” He nods his understanding as he thrusts harder and faster into me until he explodes, tipping me once more over the edge and deeper into the emotional rabbit hole.
I reach up and gently undo her bindings. When she’s free, I gently massage her wrists and she groans her satisfaction.
When I’m done, I pull the blanket up and over us and then wrap my arms around her, snuggling into the safest place, the only place I want to be. “What did you mean, earlier, about the out of body experience?” I ask the question that’s been scratching the surface for the last hour.
