Finding Fate

by Charisse Spiers

  His eyes bounce between my legs, stalling at the center much longer than when I turned around earlier, which makes my stomach flutter. They finally return to mine. I steal a glance, noticing the same type of bulge he had earlier. Someone else did the work, my ass. He walks forward and leans toward me, gripping the back of my neck with purpose. “You gonna keep that smart-ass mouth of yours shut?”

  I smile. “I don’t kiss and tell. Just ask my sister who I’ve been with. She couldn’t tell you.”

  He pulls me closer to him, our mouths practically touching. “Then a bet’s a bet. Pull it out and watch it grow.”

  “How much more could it grow? It’s already hard.”

  He chuckles. “That’s just a chub, girl.”

  I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up his body, working it over his head. As I throw it on the bed, I look down his torso, finding lean muscle and tattoos. “Who knew you were hiding abs and shit under there.”

  “Get a move on it before someone comes looking for me like they always do.”

  My hands move to his jeans, working them open. “Awe, that’s cute. You have chaperones.”

  “Shut up.” I pull the band of his boxer briefs out and reach inside at the exact moment he pushes his thumb pad between my lips, slowly rubbing up and down the slit a few times. That feels magical when someone else does it.

  I finally realize I’m getting sidetracked or his dick has no end. I work the thick muscle out with my hand wrapped around the center, and as I stroke from bottom to top, I glance down. “Damn, that’s a snake.”

  “Still screaming little dick?”

  I smile, working my hand up and down the large area. “Pleasant surprise. Now I know you have one good quality.”

  “The ones with something to brag about won’t. Now let’s see what I’m working with.” He flips his hand over, the tip of his finger already prodding my entrance, and then he finally slips it in. Long fingers. Shit. He works it in and out, twisting every few thrusts inside. “I wasn’t expecting for you to be this wet. The little bitch wanted me to touch her here, huh?”

  “Only when you don’t speak,” I grit.

  “Then shut me up.”

  I push forward and take his lips in mine, our tongues brushing almost instantly, and then our mouths twist and turn, lips tasting, touching, and tangling. The boy can kiss. I half-expected him to be one of those sloppy kissers that shove their tongue down your throat and leave half of your face wet. The next time he pulls out I feel more pressure pressing against me, and when he pushes inside, it’s a tight fit from wall to wall, drawing a whine from my mouth as he inches inside, stretching me slowly. He grunts half the way in, and then pulls back a hair. “Shit, I’m not going to fit. I still want to fucking try.”

  My mouth goes crooked. “Who’s the whore now?”

  He pulls out and pushes both fingers back inside, faster this time. I’m slowly adjusting to the fullness I feel with two versus one. “You’re young. You still have time.”

  I grip the top of his hair and pull hard. He goes faster again like it was a command. My pelvis keeps doing mini thrusts off the bed from how good it feels. “Maybe I’m just picky. Ever think of that?”

  “Picky girls don’t let guys they just met do this.”

  He is getting on my damn nerves. Wasn’t I just getting pissed about Presley trying to tell me what to do and lecture me on why I shouldn’t be running around in my underwear with guys in the house? Now he’s doing it. I’m not out looking for a love interest, or a boyfriend, or even a regular hookup. If I wanted those things, I’d look back home within my high school walls. I just want to have a little low-key fun with a guy without being worried about people finding out. It dawns on me—the answer. If I want that, I should act like that. If he wants to think I’m a whore, why not let him? Bitch is what I do best. Screw this.

  I push his arm back until he’s no longer inside my body, and then shove his body to the side, already getting on my knees. He turns on his back to look at me, a satisfied gleam in his eyes. He’s trying to get to me. I may not have met a guy like him, but he’s never met a girl like me either. I lean over his legs and open the top drawer to the nightstand, grabbing what I knew would be there. Guys are so damn predictable—truck console, bedside drawer, wallet. It’s going to fit. The human female body was made for this.

  He watches me tear off the top of the Magnum foil wrapper, not saying anything, his hard dick coming out of his opened jeans and running up his lower stomach. We had to learn how to put these on bananas and cucumbers in Sex Ed class. My mother made me take that class. Presley needed it more than me. But, I guess it didn’t go without benefits, like now, as I take the rubber ring out of the packet and stand him tall, then roll it down in one motion.

  He has the hint of a smile present. “I never said we were having sex.”

  I climb on top of him, knee-walking up his legs, and jerk his jeans lower, continuing upward until I’m directly on top of his head. “One thing you’ll learn quickly about me, country, is that I don’t ask for the things I want. I take them.” I sit down, letting the head push inside, and after a few shallow pumps, push my body down his length, mentally counting through the burn, and breathing evenly, until I’m seated on his lap. Good thing for me is I have a high tolerance for pain. It’s going to remain a secret.

  His hands are gripped onto my thighs, and suddenly his eyes get a little crazy. “Jesus Christ. Are you a fucking virgin?”

  Maybe not.

  “No,” I answer, already pumping up and down on him, working on a rhythm.

  He grabs my neck and flips us, coming on top of me. “Your hymen tore. I felt it. He was either really fucking small or you were a virgin. Which is it, you lying little bitch.”

  Shit, he’s hot when he’s in asshole mode. I shove his jeans down until my toes can hook onto the waistband, and then push them down his legs all the way. I smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know? I guess you never will. I’m a whore, remember? My lips are sealed.”

  He smiles back at me. “You’re a bitch.”

  I grab the back of his head, pulling him closer, and then skim my lips up his. “So. You’re an asshole. I guess that makes us a good fucking pair. Let’s use each other. Fuck me good and send me back home. It can be our secret.”

  He pulls back and swings his hips forward, sending a shockwave of pain through my body as he continues to force me to stretch, a deep groan flying out of his mouth. “You’re wrapped around me so tight I feel like I can’t breathe.”

  I wrap my legs around each of his, letting my hands roam the back of his body from his ass to the back of his hair as he thrusts into me over and over again. I’ve never felt like this, or been this close to someone, let alone gotten intimate affection. I can feel the appeal. I like it. “Never heard of a guy complaining about pussy being too tight before.”

  “Yeah, well, I’ve never had to hold back either. Never had virgin pussy before. That shit’s a delicacy I’m not interested in having to entertain. I like girls that’ll service my dick and hit the road.”

  “Awe, poor baby. Worried about the little virgin getting attached? You may be good, but not that good. I guess it’s a good thing I’ll be thousands of miles away in a couple of days.”

  He jerks my body off the bed and sits back on his heels, bringing me on top of him. He grabs my breast in his hand and places his mouth on my nipple, letting his tongue glide across the pebbled center. Suddenly my hips start rocking on their own accord, a different feeling taking over; a better one. I close my eyes, letting myself feel such a foreign pleasure. “Not that good, huh? Fuck it. You make me come before I want to, you’re going to see I’m not so gentle the second time around.”

  I open my eyes, already leaning in toward his lips. “No,” I say dramatically, a moan slipping out. That wasn’t supposed to be part of it, but my hips won’t stop, and his dick takes up so much space. “I’m shaking in my boots.”

  “Turn around.” He grabs the base of h
is dick when I pull off of him to turn around, and I can’t help but glance at it as I do. I swear I took him for a small one. Can’t judge a dick size by a body frame, I guess. That’s impressive. He wraps his arm around my small waist and pulls me back on him, wasting no time before pushing inside, and then he wraps his opposite arm around the other side, stretching it to the farthest breast. He aligns his front to my back, letting me feel the hard chest muscles and the ripples of abs. I use my thighs and push off my shins, pumping up and down on him, motivated by his labored breathing. “You have a hot little body for a seventeen-year-old. Your sister is hot, but she doesn’t even look like this.”

  I laugh. “You haven’t met my mother. Is that why you’re fucking a high schooler? Because my body looks more like one of a twenty-two-year-old?”

  He pushes forward with his pelvis, sending me to my knees at a slight angle, and then both arms run up my front until they’re rounded over my shoulders. His mouth comes close to my ear. “No. Unlike the others, I just don’t give a shit.”

  “Good. Living with no rules is more fun.”

  “I like this panty tan line.”

  I turn my head, pulling my long Ombré hair over one shoulder, our lips close together, and I can’t help but smile. After all that shit . . . “So the truth comes out.”

  He starts off slow and quickly speeds up until he’s slapping against me. It feels like he’s in my throat. I run my fingers through the back of his hair and kiss him, trying not to focus so much on how deep he is. “Landon, did you go over the sheet music for that new song,” says a male voice quickly closing in the distance from him to us.

  I glance at the door, seeing a brown-haired guy that wasn’t here earlier, covered in arm tattoos and he has a lip ring. His eyes scan down my body quickly, then go behind me—my guess to Landon. “Been a little busy,” he says, but doesn’t let up at all.

  The guy looks at me again, lingering longer before looking back. “Is this Presley’s little sister? Are you fucking kidding me?”

  Landon shoves me forward until my cheek is against the comforter and my front covered, only my ass still in the air. “Keep your fucking mouth shut, Rig, or I’ll shut it for you. You know I can.” He doesn’t speak for a few seconds, his hand clenching my hip. Some feeling I like is building in my lower belly. “Goddamn, she’s so tight. Fuck. Why didn’t you warn me about virgin pussy? Rubber doesn’t even touch it.”

  I dig my nails into the blanket and raise my head as the blossoming orgasm instigates moan after moan. My body starts tingling like a confetti shower of warm ashes is landing all over it. Ripples of pleasure spread. The guy steps back, his hands up, with a smirk on his face. “I didn’t see a thing. Definitely not the one to judge a grown man for liking unused teenage pussy. I’ll cover your back. Hurry the hell up. Everyone is asking where the two of you went.”

  ‘Rig’ walks away, leaving us alone, and once again, my body is lifted off the mattress as my bottom comes to rest on Landon’s lap so that he can bounce me up and down. “I gotta come. You’re giving me shitty stamina.”

  The next time I become flush with his lap, he holds me in place, his hands each finding a size D boob and groping as he comes into the condom inside of me. “We’ll share the damn bed. I’m not done with you.”

  I smile to myself. “What if I’m done with you?”

  A dry laugh slips out of his mouth. “You aren’t or you wouldn’t have climbed on my dick to begin with.”

  I turn my head, my chin scraping across my shoulder. “What now?”

  He pushes me off of him and gets off the bed, already sliding the condom off. “You put a swimsuit on and pretend this shit didn’t happen. I don’t want people in my business.”

  I place my leg off the side and stand, sliding my other behind it. I catch a glimpse of my bags on the other side of the bed and fight to smother the smile. He was going to take the air mattress and give me the bed; though I highly doubt he’d admit it, so I’ll keep it to myself. I like this way better. Slutty swimsuit it is. We’ll see how much of an asshole to me he can be.

  Thirty

  Maddox

  “What kind of pass was that?! You playing for the other team?” I laugh, like I always do listening to Landon watch football from a distance, which is the only time you hear much out of him. It’s entertaining to see how mad he can get over a bad call.

  I turn around after taking my shot and prop my ass against the pool table, waiting for Riggan to take his. As soon as the replay comes on Landon glances toward the jacuzzi for about the twentieth time tonight where Paxtyn and Gabby are drinking and talking, which is something they’ve been doing since Paxtyn came out in a skimpy swimsuit and attached herself to the only other non-pregnant girl here. Presley and Blondie went in to make snacks, I think.

  He takes a drink from his beer bottle, mumbling something under his breath, and it finally occurs to me what is going on, pulling my lips into a smile. The events of today align just right and everything makes sense. Why would it actually surprise me the little asshole has game? I toss my pool stick on the table and walk toward the outdoor couch where he’s sitting, taking his flank. He sets his beer on the coffee table as he looks my way. “What?”

  “You already fucked her, didn’t you?”

  “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

  I laugh. “You really gonna bullshit me? Who came and sat with your lonely ass on your porch drinking countless nights when I had to get up and go to work the next morning?”

  Riggan plops down on the other side of him, making Landon look between us. “He has a point,” Riggan says. “We’ve never had secrets. Why start now?” He then smiles. “You two have something in common now. Bitches for broads that gave your sorry asses their virginity before you even knew they were one.”

  “Why are y’all suddenly interested in who I shove my dick in?”

  I shake my head. “Because you’ve always been open about who you fuck and you’re working too hard to hide it.” He narrows his eyes at me. I grin. “You’re completely obvious, dumbass. We’re your boys. We’ve known you forever.”

  He breathes out, clearly frustrated. He doesn’t like people calling him out. “Open your mouth to any of the girls and I’ll beat your ass too. You know I don’t like people in my shit.”

  I smack him against the back of the head. “You know better, asswipe. So, you’re strung out on virgin pussy like the rest of us now?”

  “Shut the fuck up. I don’t get strung out on any pussy. They all make me come just the same.”

  I laugh. “You’re full of shit! You’ve been eying her all night, probably deciding what way you’re going to get in that next.”

  “He didn’t want me to see her tits either,” Riggan chimes in. “They’re bigger than her sister’s. Or that tan line that makes her pussy a focal. Shoved her into the bed the second he thought I was staring.”

  “Nice! She bleed or did you just tear through that and keep going? I know you did something with that monster cock you don’t deserve to carry. The nice guys like me and Rig should get the trophy pieces.”

  Landon shakes his head. “Jesus. Sometimes I hate this open-door policy we have.”

  “You don’t strip a girl seven years younger than you of her virginity and then keep that shit locked up. I may not have brought Gabby around back then, but I didn’t keep my shit from either of y’all. After I tapped that you knew about it.”

  “For the record, I did not know she was a virgin. I’m not that big of a prick. My god. Look at her. She was prancing around in slutty underwear and then betting on who got the bed with sexual acts. I stopped thinking when I tried to insert two fingers and they wouldn’t fit side by side. One was crossed over the other. The girl rolled the condom on my dick like she’s done it a million times and then got on to ride. No fucking guy is turning down a girl that looks like that. It dawned on me when she sat down on it and something gave way like a rubber band snapping. No point in stopping that far.”


  I smile; so many memories coming back. No wonder she likes Gabby. They’re similar. Riggan gets up to get a beer out of the refrigerator, bringing back three. “Just admit it. It makes you a little fucking crazy to know you’re the only one that’s been in there.”

  He stares at me, blinking. “I’m not giving you anything to hold over my head when the bitch goes back to California.”

  “You say the most when you say nothing at all,” Riggan says, sipping on his beer. “At some point, Landon, a girl is going to have you by the balls. There is nothing you can do about it. Fighting it when it’s the right one won’t work.”

  “Just because you two want to get married and have kids doesn’t mean we all do. I’m just fine working my two weeks and doing whatever the hell I want to the other two. No bitch is going tell me what I can and can’t do, spend all my money, define my happiness, or strap me down with kids that drive me as crazy as my sister’s kids do. At some point, every fucking one of them spreads their legs for someone else when they’re tired of the same ole, even the good ones. Pussy is pussy. Just because hers is tighter doesn’t make her special. In the end, the result is always the same—I come and I send her home. I need some air.”

  He stands up and walks off, taking his beer with him, which is nothing new. I breathe out. That went to shit quickly. “He ever going to get over what his mom did? Your dad cheated on your mom and you don’t have that mindset.”

  Riggan takes another drink from the bottle, still calm like he almost always is. “My dad wasn’t my best friend either like his is. And I was too young to really get it at the time. We were in high school when it came out that his mom was screwing the football coach—his coach—while his dad was working overseas for twenty-eight days at a time. Don’t you remember? That’s when he started breaking off to himself more. What else is he going to do? He can’t hate her. It’s his mom.”