Sweetest Obsessions - Anthology

by Anthony, Jane

  “Good to see you are awake, bro. Sorry to do this, Zander. I saw you kiss my sister the other night. Vicky’s never giddy. But she’s been giddy lately. You two have met in several secret places. Last night I followed Vicky to your event, I planned to confront both of you. We’ve been best friends since we were kids. We can’t allow Vicky to tear us apart. Trust me she will. Once she’s bored with you, she’ll dump you. And you won’t come around anymore, because you don’t want to bump into her. So, I am telling you both I forbid you to see each other.”

  He slipped his fingers through his dark hair that dangled in his face, slapping it back in place.

  Zander’s head rested on the pillow. He stared into the distance.

  “I won’t give her up, Hayden.”

  “Zander, you’ve lost your mind. She will destroy you. Vicky is fucking venom.” My brother’s cold eyes burned through me.

  My fingers intertwined with Zander’s. “He’s right. I’m venom.” I stared into his tranquil blue eyes.

  “I’m no good for you.” My voice broke, and the tears flowed.

  “Even though we said we’d end our time together at the end of this summer and go on with our lives. We both know you wouldn’t be able to let me go. So, I’ll do it.” My forehead creased, my lips twisted, and my body vibrated. “Goodbye, Zander.”

  He held my hand tighter. “No, this was our time.” His sad eyes gazed into mine.

  “You were falling in love with me.”

  Truth was I’d fallen in love with him a long time ago. I never admitted that truth to anyone.

  “Zander, I’m leaving for the remainder of the summer.” I snatched my hand away and walked toward the door.

  “Vicky, don’t leave. Hayden, get the fuck out! Our friendship is over!” Zander roared.

  The nurses ran past me as I exited the room.

  “Vicky! Vicky!” my mother yelled at my back as I walked down the hall.

  I’ve spent the past few weeks inhaling the fresh morning air. “How beautiful.” A smile curled my lips. I marveled the yellow and orange sun rising over the Pacific Ocean.

  If I didn’t have to return to college, I’d stay right here. Surf board in hand, wet suit on my body. Yup, another beautiful day in sunny California. Dropping my board in the water, I laid on the board, paddling further out. A good wave was approaching. I popped up on my board and rode the wave. Fucking refreshing. Surfing was what I lived for every single day.

  I remembered, walking out of the hospital, then I drove around the city talking to Alissa on the phone. I told her everything. She said I could stay in one of her family’s beach homes in Venice Beach, CA. Alissa promised not to tell a soul where I disappeared to. I strolled into the bank and withdrew a quarter of a million dollars. I parked my car up the street from our house and requested an Uber.

  I arrived later that morning at Kennesaw airport and chartered a private jet. There wasn’t a chance I’d take one of our aircrafts. If I did my parents could find me. The moment I landed in L.A. I purchased a burner phone and called my mother.

  “Hello, Mom.”

  “Vicky, are you, all right? Where are you?”

  “I’m safe. I needed time alone.”

  “Why?”

  “Mom, please allow me this time. I love you.”

  She sighed. “I love you too.”

  I disconnected the call.

  She didn’t understand what happened. Why I was so upset. I fell in love with a boy who just became a man a week before all hell broke loose. Zander turned eighteen-years-old. He spent his birthday with me at a carnival. Zander and I only had the best time this summer. Riding four wheelers, sky diving. You name it, we’d done it. My face hurt from all the smiling and laughing. Sex wasn’t important anymore.

  Standing in Zander’s presence having the time of my life was important.

  I gave up what was important to me so my brother could keep his best friend.

  But if Zander couldn’t have me, I knew he didn’t want to hang out with my brother anymore.

  All I wanted to do was sit on the beautiful beach and be alone. Cry and cry until my tears dried up. This was my piece of heaven.

  My parents brought Hayden, Zander, and I to Santa Barbara one summer. My father stayed with my mother at a medical facility. She had a breast augmentation. My mother requested a mastectomy after learning she had breast cancer. She wanted to do everything in her power to be here for me, Hayden, and dad.

  The maid doubled as a nanny while my parents were away. Hayden, Zander, and I learned how to surf. It was a bitter sweet summer. I knew my parents wanted to make us feel as comfortable as possible during that terrible year. Zander was a great friend. He listened to me. Never once judged me. Zander had seen me hit rock bottom. He was my rock through it all.

  9

  Victoria

  I stood under the hot shower water, dancing on my skin. A smile curled my lips. It was time I ventured out. Went for a night on the town.

  Fifteen minutes later, I stood in the stark white, airy bedroom master closet, rummaging through Alissa’s clothes. Lucky for me she insisted her stylist update her wardrobe every fall. She always wore the latest fashions. I’ll keep a few of these summer pieces, before her stylist returned in a couple of months and gave away these beautiful clothes.

  The door bell chimed. Who could that be? The grocery service delivered food yesterday. Shit, I remembered who it was. A young surfer guy who lived further up the beach asked if I’d go surfing with him. I told him I’d think about it. Clearly, he chose to test his luck. You never wanted to test your luck with me. I tossed a loose pink blouse over my head and slipped into a pair of jean shorts.

  “Coming,” I yelled.

  My bare feet padded across the black slate tile floor.

  I swung the door open, clenching my eyes shut, holding the bridge of my nose. “If I’m not mistaken, I said I’d think about it.”

  Silence.

  One eye opened, then the other. My mouth was the last to drop.

  “Hello, Vicky.”

  “How did you find me?”

  “Are you going to let me in?”

  I stepped back.

  His delicious distinctive cologne I bought for him shot up my nose.

  “Answer the question, Zander?”

  “Alissa.” He walked deeper into the house. His long dark disheveled curls hung over his shoulders. Fuck, he was beautiful. The gruffy beard he sported appeared unkept. Didn’t take away from his sexiness. Made him edgy. He released the black duffel bag off his shoulder, thudding the floor.

  “She wasn’t supposed to tell anyone where I was.”

  “I confessed my love for you. And I told Alissa I’d keep showing up at her golf games, tennis matches, shoe shopping trips, you name it, I’d be there until she gave up your location. No one else knows where we are.” He turned to me dressed in his grunge khaki shorts, yellow T-shirt, and flip flops.

  “Stop saying you love me. You don’t love me. Maybe like a childhood friend.”

  He closed the space between us. Zander slipped my brown curly locks behind my ear. His large hands gripped my face, shoving his tongue past my lips. Our tongues danced, fighting to lead. My finger nails dug into his forearms.

  I pushed him back. “We can’t be together. You and Hayden may not be friends anymore, but he’s still my brother.”

  He pulled me close and his head dropped upon mine. “Then I’ll give you what you want right now. But I’d like us to spend the rest of the summer together. We’ll go our separate ways at the end of August. You’ll date other people and so will I.”

  Zander pulled me up into his big strong arms. “Which way to the bedroom?”

  “Up the stairs to your right.” I dropped my head on his shoulder and caressed his back.

  I no longer desired to be fucked. Making love was what I wanted with him and only him.

  Zander laid me on the bed and his tongue slid along my neck. His hand cupped my breasts.

 
“My brother was right; I would break your heart.”

  He leaned on his forearm. His sad eyes stared into mine. “You already have. The second you walked out of the hospital room and disappeared. You ripped my heart out of my chest, Vicky.”

  My fingers fell over the spot on his forehead where he’d been hit. “Sex won’t help it hurt any less.”

  “You don’t want to?” He searched my eyes.

  “We cross this line there’s no turning back. Things could become weird between us.”

  “Oh, you mean like when you came all over my hand.” He smiled.

  I slapped his shoulder. “Maybe not weird.” I smirked.

  “If you want it remove my shirt.” He sat on his knees between my legs.

  I sat up and pushed his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. My eyes darted to his tanned chest. Dark hair feathered his pecs. I slid my fingers over his abs and the V-shaped hairy trail that disappeared into his boxers. I didn’t stop with removing his shirt. My fingers unbuttoned his shorts. I needed to follow that fucking sexy trail. Shoving his shorts and boxers under his ass, my eyes bulged as that fucking elephant arm of a cock stood to attention. I needed to stare at it longer than the first time I snatched his shorts down. This was a grown man’s dick. My fingers lingered over the veins, snaking up his cock to the large mushroom head.

  “Um, Zander, I’m not sure I can take your huge cock.”

  “As wet as you get for me, Vicky, I doubt it will be a problem.” He flashed that sexy cocky smile.

  Zander snatched my blouse over my head and flung it to the floor. He unsnapped my shorts. “Oh, Vicky, no panties.” He arched a thick brow.

  “What? I was alone.”

  His smile dropped. “After today know this pussy belongs to me. I don’t give a shit how many men you fuck in the future they’ll never be able to make you feel the way I do. Oh, and the fact that you love me. You won’t admit it, but you love me.” He gripped the nape of my neck. “Like I’ve done in the past and in the future, I’ll imagine the women I fuck are you.”

  A tear slid down my cheek. This fucker was trying to play mind tricks. Fuck, it was working. I was sure after today I wouldn’t want another man to touch me.

  Zander released me and reached into his pocket, revealing a strip of magnum condoms.

  Holy shit.

  Zander stood briefly taking my shorts with him. His shorts and boxers dropped to the floor. He flicked mine aside.

  My pussy clenched at the sight of his long, thick cock. Zander sheathed his dick, then crawled onto the king-size bed toward me.

  His lips crushed mine. “I want you to be here in the moment with me. Free your thoughts of the outside world. This is our time, Vicky.”

  My head fell back onto the pillow. His greedy tongue circled my pink areola, then sucked my pebbled nipple into his mouth as he squeezed my other breast.

  “Oh, yeah.” My fingers massaged his back.

  His large hand swept along my stomach.

  “You’ll be calling my name in just a moment.” He planted light kisses on my stomach.

  My eyebrows rose.

  “This is the first and last pussy I’ll eat. I’m sure you’ll remember that.” He flashed a devilish smile.

  Zander spread my legs and brushed his fingers over the brown hairs covering my mound.

  His tongue slid along my wet folds.

  “Fuck, you were already wet for me. I love that shit. Someone’s been dreaming about us.” He winked.

  “Zander, shut up.”

  “Nope,” he snickered.

  His tongue slithered around my clit.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  “Admit you dreamed about us, Vicky.”

  He sucked my clit into his mouth. My body rose off the bed and I gripped his hair.

  “Shit, Zander.”

  “I’ll take that as a yes. Who owns this pussy, Vicky?”

  His arms wrapped around my shaky thighs. Zander’s flat tongue slid over my hole back to my clit. My hips circled, pushing my clit into his hungry mouth.

  “Fuck, Zander, don’t stop. It feels so damn good!”

  Unfortunately, I had sex with five guys by the age of twenty. They fucking sucked. They either came too quick or became annoyed when I’d direct them. I never allowed a man to eat my pussy. If he couldn’t control his cock how could he control his tongue. Why did I allow Zander to eat my pussy? Maybe because I dreamed of his thick, silky, curly mane staring back at me while he ate my pussy so good.

  “Not sure I’ll ever forget how good your pussy taste. Cum on my tongue, Vicky.”

  Every time he said my name my body shuddered. My fingers circled his locks as his tongue slid into my tight hole.

  Pulling my lower lip into my mouth my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “It’s your pussy, Zander. Only yours.”

  What the fuck was that?

  “I know,” he breathed.

  He sucked my labia into his mouth. My body quaked. Zander circled his tongue around my clit. Three orgasms struck, sending electric pulsations, shooting through my body.

  “Oh!” I screamed in pleasure. My body shuddered as I did as he asked. I creamed all over his delicious tongue which owned my fucking body. He was right. I’d never be able to be with another man like I was with him.

  Zander slurped up my cum. That was the most freeing feeling I ever had. I couldn’t even pleasure myself that good.

  His lips circled my shivering thigh, then sucked my stomach. “I’ve only desired to please you, Vicky.”

  10

  Zander

  “Come here, Zander.”

  I hovered over her.

  Vicky’s worried blue eyes stared into mine. “I hate how you make me feel.” She cried.

  I caressed her beautiful face and my lips melted against hers. “You hate I humanize you,” I said against her lips.

  “Fuck it.” Her lips slammed into mine and her fingers massaged my shoulders.

  “Make love to me.”

  I made her vulnerable. And she fucking hated it.

  Gripping one thigh, I lined my cock up with her wet, tight hole. Balancing on my forearm, I slid inside her inch by pleasurable inch. The best fucking pussy I ever had was squeezing the shit out of my cock.

  “Zander!” She cried out.

  Vicky watched as I slid back and forth inside her until I caught my rhythm. Trying not to cum quick would be difficult. I dreamed of making love to her since I was thirteen. That’s how long she was the star of my wet dreams. Years.

  “Fuck, your pussy is so tight, Vicky. And so, fucking good.” I pulled her hands over her head and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

  Our lips collided.

  “I love you, Vicky. That will never change.”

  Her eyes softened. “I love you too, Zander.”

  I waited for those words for so long. That was the fuel I needed to take us to the next level.

  My teeth sank into her neck as I circled my cock inside her. I released our hands and slid my hand between us circling her clit.

  “Shit!” she cried, dropping her head, arching her back.

  “Fuck, I never had dick this good.”

  “And you never will,” I growled.

  “This pussy belongs to me, Vicky. You belong to me. Never forget it.”

  “Oh, my fucking god!” she shouted as her body shuddered.

  Fuck, I could finally cum. I slammed into her goodness and came harder than I ever had before.

  Our bodies shook as we held each other tight. I fell to her side, chest heaving. Peeking at her beautiful tanned face. I smiled, threading my fingers through my wild mane.

  “That was mind-blowing, Zander.”

  “It sure was.”

  I pulled her into my arms. “It’s been a rough month, Vicky.”

  “Same here. I didn’t want to leave you. I slept in the hospital bed with you. After my brother found out about us, I knew I had to leave.”

  If I wasn’t hooked up to machi
nes in the hospital that day, I would have ripped my best friends head off. He fucked up everything I worked so hard to build between us. Making her see we belonged together was an up-hill battle. I was fucking done with Hayden. After the doctor cleared me to fight again, I trained hard. All I wanted to do was beat the shit out of someone. I fought in my first tournament last week since I lost my woman.

  My parents hovered. Asking every day was I ok. I hadn’t seen my father that much in years. He was truly shaken up that I’d been hurt. During all this shit, I hunted Alissa down. She didn’t stand a chance. I sat on the sidelines at her tennis matches catching stray balls.

  She’d walk toward me, gripping her tennis racket. “Zander, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Three days straight I drove a golf cart to each hole.

  “Fuck, Zander!” Alissa growled.

  “Let it go.”

  I leaned over the steering wheel, glaring at her through my aviators. “Tell me where the fuck my woman is!” I roared.

  Her friend’s eyes bulged. “You’re an asshole,” the blonde blurted out.

  I reclined in my seat, folding my arms behind my head. “Oh, ladies you haven’t seen anything yet.”

  Alissa and another one of her friends sat in the high-end department store surrounded by stacks of shoe boxes. I sat in the chair beside them.

  “Hello, ladies.” I raised my hand alerting the sales woman I needed assistance. She strutted over.

  “Hi, I’d like to try on that heel.” I pointed to the shoe box beside me. “In the biggest size you carry.”

  Alissa and her friend’s mouths dropped open.

  “Damn it, Zander. I’ve had it!”

  I slipped my cell out of my pocket. “Address, please?”

  She rattled it off. “Thank you. You really are the best friend Vicky has. Enjoy your shopping trip.”

  I withdrew money from one of my three trust funds and chartered a jet. My mom called my cell several times the second I touched down in L.A.

  I took no pleasure in lying to my mother. But I couldn’t tell her where I was really going. I told her I needed some alone time, and that I was at a baseball camp in Florida.