Web of Lies

by Elizabeth Knox

  I reached up and pulled him to me. As soon as his lips were on mine I wanted to climb him like a tree. He tasted like my favorite coffee which gave away the knowledge that he had messed up my perfectly filled K-cup tree by snagging a cup from it, but I didn’t care.

  “Six weeks,” Dean murmured breathlessly against my lips as he pulled me into him. His tongue slid across my lips begging for access and I opened my lips like 7-11 doors on a weekday. His tongue massaged mine as I felt his hands roam my back until he lifted me off the ground and carried me into his room.

  “This is a mistake,” I spoke as he laid me on his bed.

  “One you will regret, or one you won’t make?” he asked, and I had to think. With my heart racing, and his head moving down to place kisses on my exposed stomach I couldn’t understand what he meant.

  “I— um,” My brain couldn’t function to find words to answer him. Even if I had a dictionary I was too far gone to remember how to read.

  “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want to do, but I can handle being a regret,” Dean smiled, and my heart melted.

  “You’re my best friend,” I explained as my brain did its best effort to make a passion induced pro-con list. It was decided, I was going to do this. “Regrets come from things you don’t do,” I told him as he slid my pink shorts off.

  I tried to anticipate his every move, but he surprised me with each. I expected him to remove my shirt, but instead he pulled my panties aside and his tongue immediately found that tight bundle of nerves that controlled my life in its pulses. His onslaught continued as I gripped his sheets and my toes curled.

  “You’re delicious,” he spoke as he pushed a single finger inside my entrance.

  “It's too fast,” I tried to stop him, to slow down. I was going to come, and I was freaking about his face being down there when I did. “Come up here,” I pleaded as his finger found my rough patch inside me.

  “Let it all go and enjoy this,” Dean smirked. “I’m enjoying it,” he gruffly stated as his mouth found my clit once more. I reached down and grabbed his hair trying to force him to climb up me, but he didn’t budge. The more I tried to move him the faster he went.

  “Oh God,” I screamed as my body brought me to the brink. I tightened down my core, curled my toes, and pleaded with the universe to hold off on my ecstasy until he was ready to come too, but Dean wasn’t having it. He sucked my clit into his mouth as he pushed in another finger and I couldn’t stop it.

  “Dean,” I screamed as electrical pulses traveled throughout every nerve ending. Ripping me apart and putting me back together in a state of euphoria as each wave came at me. Dean continued until the orgasm finally slowed.

  “Feel better?” Dean asked with that same devil— may— care smile I had seen earlier.

  “No,” I whimpered as he moved, and I rubbed my thighs together. I still needed to come. I had never felt like this before, but I still clung to the need as though I was still on the edge of a cliff waiting to fall.

  “Did you want foreplay?” Dean asked as I sat up and nearly tore his shirt off. Once I got it over his head I started kissing every inch of him I could reach. I dug my nails into his shoulder as he forced my legs apart. I kissed his neck as I reached for his belt, and heard a laugh. “I’m gonna take that as a no.”

  “I need,” I whispered in his ear.

  “What do you need, Hallie,” he asked as he stood up and lifted my shirt off. “You have to say it.”

  “I need you,” I tried, but the look on his face said he wanted the word. The one he tried to get me to talk about earlier.

  “Try again.”

  “I want your sunshine,” I tried as he unhooked my bra with one hand and it fell forward. I was completely naked sitting on his bed, and he wanted a stupid word. I watched as he undid his belt and jeans and let them fall. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a condom while I stared at his boxers.

  “Try again,” he ordered, as desperation invaded me to see what I held earlier in my hand.

  “Cock,” I barely whispered as he let me pull his boxers down to see a large cock aimed at me. I leaned forward and licked the pre-cum off his crown and heard a sharp intake of breath.

  “What?” he asked as I pulled him to the back of my throat and swallowed. “What do you want?” he was barely able to get the words out, and my eyebrow cocked in smugness.

  “Cock,” I said a little louder as I pumped him in my hand. “I want your cock,” I stated again as I watched his hazel eyes dilate. He placed the condom wrapper near my mouth and I held it with my teeth. He tore it open and pulled it out. I watched as it struggled to hold in the large girth that was all Dean.

  “It broke,” he seemed surprised. “I’ve never done this without one.”

  “I trust you,” I responded and pulled him toward me.

  It hit me then that everything about Dean matched. He was larger than life, and so was his manhood. He was easy to be with— that was obvious considering I wasn’t covering myself or demanding we turn the lights out. He was everything I needed, but nothing I wanted.

  “Tell me this changes nothing,” I panicked as he lifted me and scooted me back on the bed.

  “Hallie,” he spoke softly as he leaned over me. “You just have to trust that whatever happens from here that you and I can survive it.”

  “We haven’t known each other for very long,” I tried to explain.

  “As long as we are honest with each other I’m sure we’ll be okay,” his choice of words had a little gnaw of guilt in my stomach. I hadn’t known him long and still I had already lied to him. I needed this moment with him while he was oblivious to where I worked and who I was.

  The entire mood changed. I was no longer craving the pulsing to end and give me pleasure. I was pleading with the universe to slow time, so it would never end. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, urging him to put himself inside me.

  He put his hands in mine and held them to the bed as his crown edged inside me. Dean was slow and tender about it as he spread me wide. You could stick a fork in me, I was done. I was whatever he wanted me to be, and hoped I would be dinner again and again. I held my breath as he rocked back and forth driving a little further in each time. Soon he was at the hilt and I was ready to combust all over again.

  “You okay?” He questioned as he looked down on me. There was something different about the way he looked at me. He had yet to touch my breasts, but they felt handled. He hadn’t even pumped into me, but yet I felt sore in a good way. He hadn’t been anywhere, but it felt like he was everywhere.

  “I’m okay,” I let out a rush of air. He pushed into me and I tightened the grip on his hands as they held me to the bed.

  “Remember to breathe Hallie,” his voice sounded strained, but I could hear the emotion as well. If I was just another girl to mark his bedpost, he wouldn’t take the time and energy he was taking now to make sure I was okay. I closed my eyes and ran my tongue across my lips which prompted him to kiss me. His kiss was soft, but his tongue was in rhythm with his hardened cock as he pushed into me violently. It was fast and rough as I gripped him, stirring him on to be faster and harder. I needed everything in me to believe this was just a fuck.

  As he pushed into me harder and harder my body sprung to life telling every inch of me to wake up and join the fun. My heart begged me not to let him in. It pleaded with me not to sync to him. As he thrust deeply into me I found myself chanting his name. As I dug my nails into his back I found myself wishing he was mine. As my body bowed up and my climax stole all my brain power I knew life was never going to be the same. It didn’t matter how rough it was, or how sore I would be. It didn’t matter that I wanted him to fuck me and walk away because I knew as I watched him cum all over my stomach that I loved him.

  The one thing I had dreaded was the one thing I had done. I had fallen for Dean and was going to lose him down the road. I could never be with a musician who leaves a heartbroken groupie on the sidelines aft
er getting what he wanted. I could never be with someone who wanted to tour the world when the world I wanted was the one I built on a set. I could never be someone who would disapprove of how I earned money.

  This was doomed to fail.

  Chapter Four

  Dean

  I sat in the living room fixing my guitar string as Hallie went through the house time and time again. Over the last three days I had tried to combat her meltdowns with everything from dancing in the living room to fucking her silent, but her nervousness was evident. The house was never clean enough, it wasn’t fixed well enough, it was on the wrong side of town. I had heard it all.

  The school had denied my entry, the only job I could get was in construction which barely covered what I needed to pay, but it left me free for open mic nights to sing my music. I knew coming here was a long shot, but I wasn’t one to give up and now that Hallie and I had erased those imaginary lines that kept us apart I never wanted to leave.

  “Hallie, calm down, it’s fine.” I tried to tell her, but she wasn’t hearing anything I said. I stood up and walked over to her and tried again, but she moved a picture over an inch and then moved it back.

  “Maybe we should move this,” she spoke the words, but I think she was talking to herself. I took the frame from her and sat it back down. I led her to the window behind the couch, and she began to fuss about how it needed to be moved as well. I stood behind her and reached around the front of her and massaged her breasts.

  “Shh,” I told her as she tried to say something else as one hand drifted lower. With the first moan, I bent her over the back of the couch and lifted her dress. I dropped to my knees and bit her luscious ass. When she tried to tell me, we didn’t have the time for this I smacked her bottom and then kissed where it turned red.

  “Dean,” her voice carried that familiar whine that told me she was wet and needy. Her hands reached down and pulled her thong to the side. “Please.”

  I pulled my hardening cock out, forgoing the condom we only ever used when we were in public and thrust myself inside. I can’t understand what it was about the way she gripped the couch, like the way she gripped my hair and the bedsheet, but it turned me into a sex fiend who wanted to keep her white-knuckled and mewling.

  “The house is fine,” I growled as I held her hips and pushed into her over and over. “Say it.”

  “The . . .” she couldn’t get the words out. “Dean!” She cried as I moved one of my hands around and allowed my fingers to caress her clit and drench them in her wetness.

  “Things don’t have to be perfect. Sometimes being in the wrong place or being dirty is exactly what you need,” I told her as I moved my drenched fingers back around and allowed them to circle her forbidden hole.

  “Dirty,” she murmured as I pushed my finger past her ring of muscles. I moved in slow motion allowing my finger and cock to thrust in the same rhythm. Soon she was pushing back onto me and forcing me to pick up speed.

  “How does that feel?” I questioned as she dropped her head and tightened the grip on the couch. All I got from her was a moan in response as she took control from me and thrust herself onto my finger and cock. “Hallie,” I warned her I was close, and she tightened down on me.

  I reached down and lifted her by her throat to stand up and I took back the power. I continued fucking her with everything I had in me. She reached up and tightened the grip I had on her throat. I let her head fall back on me as I choked her just enough to increase her passion.

  The sound of a cell phone drifted through the air as I pushed her over the couch, pulled out of her rapidly and dropped to my knees. I ate at her until she came on my tongue. I listened to her screams as if they were my new favorite song on the radio. When her grip loosened off the couch I pulled her down, put her on her knees, and finished fucking her until we were both exhausted and lying on the floor.

  “I needed that,” she mumbled.

  “We both needed that,” I confirmed as we went to shower together, and I fucked her all over again.

  A heavy knock sounded on the door and I watched as she looked at things and spun in place like a broken wind-up toy.

  “Hallie, it's fine. He’s seen this place before,” I reassured her, but still she moved a vase before going to the door. I thought I had fucked the need to be perfect out of her system, but instead she stole my resolve to try and stop her from making it perfect.

  “Daddy,” I heard the squeal of her voice before she lunged onto him. I had to laugh, when it came to Hallie she truly was a ball of sunshine.

  “Hey slugger, you didn’t miss me, did you?” Joe joked with her and he held her in his arms. His pride for her was on his sleeve.

  “Of course, I did. Life isn’t complete without you here,” she smiled as she pulled away and took his hand dragging him into the living room where I was tightening down a new string. Luckily with the open floor plan we didn’t have to give him another tour, but I knew Hallie would anyway so she could show him all the work we had done.

  “There’s my rock star,” he greeted me. I stood up with a smile and held out one hand to shake his while securing the guitar string with another. As soon as my fingers left the guitar the string popped, and everyone laughed. “Well then, I guess I know what pops your cord,” her dad joked.

  “Only for you, sir,” I bantered back with him.

  “Well then, guess that makes me your number one fan,” he joshed, as he pulled Hallie to him and kissed her head. “I did something for you,” he dropped the charade and turned serious. “For taking care of my daughter like you have been.”

  Hallie’s cheeks turned crimson and I knew exactly what was going through her mind. She loved how I took care of her, and her face showed it as she blushed a little harder when she looked at me. I knew she wanted me to fuck her into oblivion— to be with her in every way, to touch her in every way, to make her come in every way. I was getting hard myself just thinking about it. I adjusted my jeans nonchalantly and turned my focus to Joe.

  “What did you do?”

  “I got you a real audition,” the words fell out of his mouth as I struggled to catch them. A real audition? My manager had been trying to do that for months, even before I moved here, and failed repeatedly. I reached out my hand, taking his, and pulling him from Hallie to embrace him in a man hug.

  “Thank you,” I whispered the words. I was completely speechless, and the shock must have been obvious on my face because he just smiled and nodded.

  “We can go over the details as you help me unload her highnesses things,” Joe smirked, and Hallie did a little jump while clapping. She was so happy and showed it, while I stood silent, overwhelmed with glee. I had the two things in the world I wanted most. My best friend in my bed, and the chance to get my voice across an audience.

  “Hey man, you ready?” my manager Harris asked as he handed me my microphone in the closet they pretended was a dressing room at the local high maintenance bar. Somewhere in the audience was a talent scout and they were here to see me. Nervousness didn’t begin to describe how I felt. I knew I was at home on the stage, but standing back here waiting was killing me.

  “Let me get this on and I’m all yours.”

  I attached the battery pack to my jeans and ran the cord up through my black t-shirt. I clipped the mic to the top and did a test to make sure it was active. Then I grabbed my guitar and followed Harris to the side of the stage. I sat my guitar down and peeked out of the curtain. It was a full house tonight, but most were other singers. You could always tell them from the ones who came to hear the musicians. Something about the way they absorbed the music made it obvious.

  “Dean,” Hallie’s voice echoed out from the hallway behind me. Then she rounded the corner, out of breath, as her eyes scanned the room for me.

  “Twenty minutes,” Harris warned as he walked away. I looked down into those delicious chocolate eyes that were staring into mine.

  “You made it,” I smiled for her as she took my hand. “
I am so glad you came,” I told her as she tugged my hand and pulled me to the dressing room.

  “I’m about to come again,” she told me as she struggled to catch her breath. An insignificant shove from her finger had me stepping inside. She closed the door and locked it. Then she turned to me, dropped her coat that was over a little yellow dress and grabbed my neck. She kissed me hard and fast.

  I lifted her and pushed her against the door as she wrapped her legs around me. She undulated as I kissed her neck and knew I had to have her. I turned and sat her on a small shelf that held up a mirror. She unbuttoned the buttons on the front of her dress as I pulled my mic off. No words had to be spoken, we just knew what the other needed.

  I pulled her dress open to see she was completely naked underneath. No bra. No panties. No barriers to work around. Her aroma filled the air telling me she needed me— she wanted me. I pushed my finger into her folds to feel she was drenched for me.

  I leaned down and took her ample breast into my hand, massaging it before I took her nipple into my mouth. Her head fell back as her hand grabbed my hair.

  “I need,” she whimpered as I bit lightly on her nipples.

  “Fifteen minutes,” Harris yelled as he pounded on the door.

  “Fuck me,” she begged as she reached down and undid my jeans. They fell to the floor as she pulled me up and kissed me harshly. I had to take a breath and pull out a condom from my wallet inside my jeans on the floor. I wasted no time ripping the package open and dressing while she watched with carnal fascination. Then as her breaths quickened I lifted her off the shelf and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I held her just above my cock. I dropped her down onto me fast and rough. I took no time to prepare her for my size, but it didn’t matter. My fear was I could hurt her, but she seemed to love that abrupt entry even more.