Hers

by Dawn Robertson

  He slowly tugs the zipper of my dress down my back, exposing my sheer bra and the garter belt. My panties are missing, probably still inside our little glass room that I sprinted from. All I want to do it get out of this ensemble, throw on a big t-shirt, and snuggle up in bed. But I know this evening is going to send us on a different course.

  I feel Levi's lips press against my shoulder blade and my entire body leans backwards, melting into his touch. I like where this is going, but there is so much more I need to get off my chest before I allow this to go any further. I shift away, standing for a moment. Confusion finds his face, as he raises his eyebrow.

  “I want this. I want us, Levi. But...”

  Before I can continue, he cuts me off. “I want this, too. No buts. No matter what you have to say, it isn't going to change a single thing, Seven.”

  I raise my hand and take another step back from him. “That’s fine, Levi. But I need to get this out. I need you to know who I am.”

  I slip my heels off and unclasp my bra. It falls to the floor. Next, I remove the garter belt and sheer black stockings. One-by-one, they fall to the floor next to my bra. I stand before him, naked.

  “Okay. This is me.” I turn around so he can have a full view of my body. I hear a slow groan escape his lips, and my lips curl up in the hint of a smile. I turn around to face him once again. “My name is Seven James, and I am the unwanted child of two hippy nomads. The little sister of an asshole brother who reminded me every day of my life that nobody has ever, or will ever, want me.” I tuck a loose hair behind my ear, nervously, and then I continue.

  “No one has ever wanted me. I have never wanted anyone. I use sex to cope with the emptiness in my life. I’m a whore. I fuck most anything that walks, including my best friend. If you want me, I can't give her up.” Could I give up Star if I truly wanted to? Not completely, but the sex? God, I don't want to. “I walked in on the only person I have ever loved fucking the only person I have ever hated. I am broken. I am emotionally void. Well, I was - until I met you. Levi, you sparked something inside me I never knew could exist. I want you. I want you to want the real me.”

  He watches me, never taking his eyes off mine as my hurt pours out into the posh hotel suite. He listens to every word carefully, taking it all in, and cataloging every single word I say. He is fascinated with my confessions.

  “That is me. That is who Seven James is. Is that who you want?”

  I continue standing in front of him, naked, waiting for his answer. He wears a poker face, and I can't read any of his expressions. My heart pounds against my chest as I continue waiting. He doesn't want me, just like no one in my life has ever wanted me.

  I start to back away, and he stands from the bed. He unbuttons his shirt as he walks across the room. Step, Step, Step, Step. His pace echoes through the suite. He stops in front of me and places his hand on my naked hip. As he leans in, closer, and closer, I can smell his manly cologne, mixed with the wine we shared over dinner.

  “Seven James. I want you. I want all of you. I want you every way you will give yourself to me. I want you.” His words light a fire inside me, as relief washes over my wanton body. My fingers frantically move to the button on his pants, working it before taking on the zipper. He works each button on his shirt, one at a time as he steps out of his pants. Impatience grips me, and I pull the shirt open. The sound of buttons flying all over the room sends a laugh through me. He quickly silences my giggles with his mouth, firmly pressed against my lush pink lips. His mouth is urgent, licking and kissing his way until it meets my tongue. My own tongue welcomes him in greeting, and he sucks it right into his own mouth. A moan escapes through our kisses.

  We move across the room to the bed, never breaking the connection between us. Our mouths make love to each other, our hands explore the exposed flesh, and our erotic sounds drift through the room as we crash onto the enormous bed. Our pace slows as we caress each other in a tenderly.

  Levi's lays his body over mine. Starting at my neck, he uses his mouth to explore every inch of my body. Slowly he kisses down my collarbone, nipping and sucking along the way. His hands slide up my body, meeting my hands as his fingers entwine with mine in such an intimate connection. I feel his teeth tug on the barbells attached to each of my nipples, and it drives me wild. Desire pools within me, as my pussy becomes slicker by the moment. I am sure he could slide right in. I press my legs together, praying for some relief.

  Finally breaking his attention away from my nipples, he releases my hands and continues moving slowly down my body. His mouth sucks on the tender flesh of my thighs before he traces his tongue up to my swollen cunt. His fingers spread my pussy open, and he dives in. His fingers probe my wetness while his mouth sucks on my tender clit. I can't keep my moans to myself; each movement has me closer to my own climax. His tongue slides inside my wet cunt and I finally let out a scream. “My clit! Fuck! Levi! Suck it!” My words are encouragement enough and he takes the swollen pearl in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. My body explodes under his touch and I scream my climax. I am pretty sure all of London heard every moan and scream I let out.

  I open my eyes and look down. His five o'clock shadow is soaked with my pussy juices; the picture is absolutely perfect. He wipes his face on the back of his hand and starts moving back up my body.

  “I need that pussy around my cock, Seven. I need to be inside you. I just can't wait anymore.” He is desperate, and I am just as desperate to get him back inside me. I will never get enough of his breathtaking cock.

  I reach down between our sweating bodies and grab hold of his straining erection, as I guide him into my dripping wet core. He slowly eases into my body, pushing inch-by-inch of his thick cock into my eager pussy, taking his time. Every time we have fucked before, it has been exactly that - fucking. Quick, hard, and hallelujah, hot as fuck. But this, this is something different altogether.

  He lazily thrusts in and out of me; he’s in no hurry at all. His lips press together and he slowly opens his eyes. He looks down and meets my gaze. He continues to push in and out of my center. I can feel every perfect inch of his cock, and the intimate encounter between us slowly starts to become too much for me. Who cries during sex? Certainly not Seven Fucking James. Yet I can feel my eyes welling with tears as Levi cherishes my body, unlike anyone before him. There is more than lust and desire between us; there are unspoken words and promises. There is love. No matter how much I don't want to think of the L word, and it is far too soon for either of us to even consider it, silently, it is present.

  Without hurry, he rolls over, pulling me on top of him and giving me back an ounce of control between us. This simple action fills me with passion. It’s my turn to show him what he means to me, with my body, because words will just never be enough.

  I rock my hips back and forth, grinding down on his cock. Each movement brushes his pelvic bone against my clit and I can feel the orgasm building inside me. I take my hands and run them along my body, stopping when they reach my tits. One at a time, I tug on my nipples, rolling them through my fingertips. I moan at my own pleasure while Levi's eyes feast on the erotic scene before him. What I wouldn't give to know what’s going on inside his head. Running my fingertips down my body, I only come to a stop where our bodies meet. I pick up my pace, riding his dick toward climax. My hand slides behind us and grasps his balls, massaging them as I feel them start to pull up with his own pending orgasm.

  I press my other hand against his chest and bounce my ass up and down on his twitching cock. His moans increase as my orgasm starts to crash down around me. “Oh Levi! FUCK! I'm coming! I'm coming all over your fucking big dick!” My pace slows while I try to stay upright. I lose the battle and fall against his chest. I feel his dick shove into me with force, and he coats my cunt with his seed. I can feel him press deeper and deeper, bottoming out as his sperm pumps into me, burst by burst, until I feel another orgasm take me. The very feeling of his release deep inside me sends me over the edge again, for
the fourth time tonight.

  I am completely spent. My limbs fall around his heaving body as he pants against my neck. In between each gasp for air, he kisses the delicate flesh. I have never felt so cherished in my life, and I can't help but truly be happy. Of course, I have been happy over the years, on occasion. College graduation, my first real job, climbing the corporate ladder, but nothing on such a personal level. It will take some getting used to, but I love the feeling.

  Levi's arms wrap tight around my body, and he rolls me onto my side. His semi-hard dick is still snug inside me. There's no cleaning up, and there’s not an inch of space between our exhausted bodies. Just like that, we drift off to sleep.

  The next week flies by in a flash. We split up the corporate responsibilities and the massive amount of problems at our London office slowly fade into a thing of the past. Today, Wednesday, is our last full day in London. We’ve been here a full week, and I can't tell you how ready I am to get back to my penthouse in the city. Star has been quiet, eerily quiet for her. But at the mention of Evan days ago, again, I knew it wouldn't be long until I was on radio silence again. Deep down inside me, I knew my source of dislike for Evan is solely rooted in jealousy. A jealousy that’s unfounded; the reality is that Star and I will never have a happily ever after, if those even exist. What we have is purely sexual. Yeah, we grew up together, and leaned on each other. We will always have our fucked up bond of sisterhood. But the fact of the matter is that we both love men way too much.

  Each night, I’ve slept snugly in Levi's arms, after we’ve made love for hours. Or just fucked. Flat out, hardcore, dirty, sexy, no holds barred sex. I have given up a tiny bit of my need for control in the bedroom, and the simple act of him bossing me around has gotten me off harder than ever before. This week, it’s been earth shattering. I almost wish we could stay in the comfortable privacy of our swanky London suite. I may never admit this to anyone else, but I’m afraid of what will happen when we return to New York tomorrow, since we haven't discussed life back in the real world at all. My need for control and dominance is killing me, but I am simply trying to be laid back for once in my fucking life and roll with the punches.

  Yeah, Seven Fucking James, rolling with the punches. Isn't that one fucking hysterical? I think so, too!

  “Almost ready to get out of here?” Levi asks from the doorway of the closet office we’ve been sharing all week. “I have dinner reservations for us at seven.” He smiles at me, and all the worry is gone. I hate him for being so reassuring sometimes.

  “Where are we going for dinner?” I know I shouldn't question, because he has been sneaking around with this last night surprise all week, but I can't help but wonder what he has up his sleeve this time. Last time I ended up on an oversized Ferris wheel. I am sure whatever he has planned will send me into another anxiety-driven panic attack. Maybe bungee jumping? Sky diving?

  “I booked one of those small private boats on the Thames. Do you have any objections to the water, Miss James?” For once, he actually spills the beans. I think I may have a damn heart attack!

  “Absolutely not, Mr. Parker. I actually wanted to go for a ride on one this week, but this hell hole has had us so busy, I’d given up.”

  The Real World

  Our plane lands at JFK sometime around nine-thirty at night. After making it through the usual customs bullshit, Levi and I make our way to a limo waiting at the curb. Clyde is off until tomorrow officially.

  I set my bags down on the curb and turn to Levi. We both have the same lingering question between us. What now?

  “I have to go back to my penthouse. I have no idea what kind of condition Star left it in while I’ve been gone.”

  I know I should go wherever he wants, but the truth is, the last time I left Star alone in my penthouse, I came back to a fucking disaster. I’m a little worried about the condition this time around.

  “That's fine. I’ll come along, as long as you show me your real bedroom this time.” He jokes, thinking back to our first night together. I could totally have some fun with that toy closet tonight.

  I laugh and joke back, “You’re pushing it now, Mr. Parker. First, my bedroom, then you are going to want to move in!” Not that it doesn't sound like a great idea; on second thought, it scares the shit out of me. FUCK! Why am I even thinking about any of this fucking nonsense! So much for playing it cool, Seven!

  His eyebrow raises, and his face grows serious.

  “Oh, that is something I plan on taking about, and soon.”

  I want to laugh, but I don't think he’s joking. The limo driver takes our suitcases and shoves them into the trunk, and I give him my address. We simultaneously scroll through our phones, catching up on anything we missed while we decided to nap during our flight across the Atlantic. A moment later I hear Levi talking quietly; I ignore it as much as I can, being in an enclosed space together. I have an email from human resources, requesting a meeting tomorrow morning upon my return to the office. I reply and schedule for bright and early.

  I hope this is regarding the resignation from Daniel, but my life never works that easily. The limo comes to a stop in front of my penthouse, and we both head for the lobby without waiting for our bags. “Jesse, can you send those up?” I ask the trusty night guard as I head into the elevator. Levi follows closely behind, still engaged in his phone conversation.

  “I'm in an elevator. I’m going to lose you. We will continue this in the morning.” He disconnects the line, shoving the phone into his jacket pocket.

  “Everything okay?”

  He shrugs. “Ex-wife. That was the lawyer.”

  The elevator chimes and the door opens into my foyer. I stop dead in my tracks when I hear moans echoing through my house. I look at Levi, and he looks back at me, equally stunned. I just spent fucking six hours on a plane, and this is what I come home to?

  The screams get louder, and I’d know the voice anywhere. Star.

  “That woman is Star; the man is to be determined.” I stomp down the hallway heading directly for my playroom. “Un-fucking-believable,” I mumble under my breath.

  I stop at the door, looking back at Levi, before we both burst through the door at the same time. Spread across the large bed is Star, with not one, but two men fucking her. One man I recognize immediately. Stuffy Evan who pitched a fucking fit when I would fuck Star. The other man I don't recognize.

  “What the fuck, Star?”

  All three heads snap in our direction. That’s when I immediately know who he is. The second man. One of the two men in the entire world whom I can say I truly fucking hate. My brother, Blue. And the worst part of it all? He is still fucking her as if I’m not standing here, in my fucking penthouse, where none of them are welcome anymore. How could she think this would be okay?

  “I'm sorry, Seven. I didn't know you were back yet.” Because that makes it okay.

  She pushes Blue away, and he falls back onto the bed. My fucking brother. Is naked. On the bed I use to fuck. I want to vomit everywhere, but I somehow contain it within my own mouth.

  “All of you… get the FUCK out of my home. You are NOT welcome here.” I look Star in the eye, and press my lips together. “And YOU! I am done with you. All these years later and you do this. Again! You are DEAD to me! Do you fucking hear me? DEAD!”

  My chest heaves as I struggle to catch my breath. I stomp out of the bedroom and head for the kitchen, the freezer specifically. Levi is hot on my trail. I can hear Star sobbing from the back bedroom, and something inside me breaks. I just don't care. The one person I’ve loved unconditionally for virtually my entire life, has once again betrayed me, in the worst way. I can't bring myself to look at her, or talk it out again. It may have been a long time since the first time I caught her with Blue, but now that it is front and center, in my own fucking home, I know for a fact this isn't something that only happened once or twice.

  Levi stands in the entry of the kitchen, shielding me from the men leaving. My brother stops behind Levi, and I c
an see out of the corner of my eye how protective Levi has become.

  “Fuck off. She is my sister and I want to talk to her,” Blue mouths off at Levi. He doesn't reply, but he doesn't back down. He simply waits for my reaction.

  “Blue, you aren't anything to me. Get the fuck out of my home.”

  Levi turns toward Blue, and I watch attentively. My brother clearly hasn't been taking care of himself. His light brown hair is greasy, hanging just below his eyes. He has lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw him, but then again, it was so long ago that I don't even know what normal is for him anymore. But the most notable thing about him is the fact that he is clearly strung out.

  “You heard Seven. She said get out. If you don't leave willingly, I will have you hauled out of here by the fucking police.” Levi is trying to be polite, and I can tell he’s holding back. His fists clench at his sides as he sways from one foot to the other. I open the freezer and pull out the bottle of Jameson’s I have hidden behind the ice machine. I unscrew the cap and bring the entire bottle to my lips. I take a large swig and shake it off as the amber liquid burns down my throat, giving me a moment of clarity. It used to be Seven and Star against the world, and now a very bright half of the dynamic duo is gone. For good.

  Star walks past the kitchen and I can hear her sniffles. “I'm so sorry, Seven. I never wanted you to find out. I am so sorry.” She continues crying, as she tries to make it into the kitchen, to me.

  Levi stops her and her mood shifts. Instead of crying hysterics, she could spit venom.

  “Who do you think you are?” she yells at him, as she tries to push past him to no avail. “She will walk away from you just like she walks away from everyone else in her life. She will leave you with nothing. Broken and alone. That is what Seven James does. She doesn't love. She destroys.” I must admit, her performance is Oscar-worthy.

  He laughs in her face, taunting her. “Well, I guess if she walks away from me, I will be bitter and heartbroken. But one thing I won't do is betray her like you have.” Before I can see what happens, I hear a loud slap echo though the bare kitchen. She slapped him, right across the face.