by KT Morrison
Donna and Stephanie left together and Ang asked Nia to sit and have another drink with her. Her hands tingled, hearing something looming in Angie’s tone of voice. They each ordered an espresso.
“I talked to Geoff a couple days ago,” she said.
“Oh? He didn’t tell me...”
“No? I called one night but you weren’t home from work.”
“Rocco keeps me late,” she said, added, “It’s the time of year. We’re so busy.”
Angie nodded, sipped her espresso. “You’re very lucky, you know?”
“What do you mean?”
“Geoff,” Angie said.
“Angie. Don’t I fuckin know it. What do you mean?”
“Nothing. We had a good talk...you know...I didn’t talk to him since that night.”
“Yeah?”
“He fuckin loves you.”
“No shit, Ang. I love him. We’re so great.”
“Yeah, no, I know,” she said. “I like him so much.” She looked around the busy cafe, all the seats taken, people waiting in line to get something to take out and go out to the summer streets. “You know the stripper from that night?”
“What about him?” she said coldly, not wanting to talk about that night ever again.
“He’s a friend of Lisa’s sister’s boyfriend. Plays hockey with him.”
“Yeah?” she said, kind of sneering, putting her espresso up to her lips.
“He’s in the hospital.”
“What do you mean? How?”
“After a hockey game. He was comin out and some guy took his stick from him in the parking lot and just about bashed his brains in. Broke his arm, his ribs, knocked him right out.”
“Holy shit,” she said, her hands going cold.
“You said he forced himself on you.”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded.
“The guy, before he hit him in the head, said, like, You like forcing girls? I oughtta,” she got closer, whispered, “I oughtta force this up your fuckin...” She didn’t finish, just motioned like she was shoving her thumb up something.
“Oh fuck,” she hissed. “Did he?”
“What? Do it? No. He smashed him over the top of the head.”
She was nauseous, she put her hands over her stomach and couldn’t help her face showing her dis-ease. “Oh God. Is he going to be okay?”
“He’ll live. He’s not feeling too good.”
“That poor guy...”
“I just wanted you to know,” she said and shrugged, put her hands up and then took another sip of espresso.
“Why?”
“You know.”
Her head cocked, incredulous, “What? You think Geoff—”
“No, Nia, Geoff’s not like that.”
“No, he’s not,” she frowned.
“Maybe somebody else though...”
“Somebody who?” she said, her voice getting louder.
“Just don’t play with fire. Okay?”
“What the fuck, Angie?”
“Hey, you used to like to play with fire.”
“That was a long time ago.”
The arm on Ang’s chair was loose and her fingers held it, played with it, her eyes looking down. “Look. Whatever, okay? I love you. If you ever need to talk, please call me.”
“Ang, I don’t know what fantasy is going on in your head but you’re sounding fuckin crazy, okay?”
NIA
Geoff was working in his studio when Nia got home a little after ten o’clock. The Volvo’s headlights lit up the wall of the garage, where there once was a door, turning the nighttime purple to a bright ochre. She shut the car down, let the wall return dark and amaranthine; two small, pale, lit squares in the building, signs that her husband was up late drawing away.
There was a turmoil brewing in her. At once, a desire to kiss him and watch the video and...explore, but also a strange obligation, like a heavy, weighted dread on her. Something she must do; she must tell him all the details, she must give up all her secrets.
But, fuck, she wanted to. She wanted to let him in, let him know her real darkness; let it all out of her tight grip. She was afraid, though. Afraid that while her loving Geoff told her he was prepared that he really did not understand what she liked. What would he do if she told him how she’d been dominated by Rocco in that hotel room? How she’d loved it.
She got out of the car and went to him. He turned and smiled as she walked into the studio. She closed the door behind her. His studio had been cleaned since the Expo, returned to an organized state. Winslow was working out for Geoff, he liked the kid.
“Hey,” she said, quietly.
“Hi, Nia,” he said, staying seated at one of his big iMacs.
She went to him, sat in an office chair and walked it on its wheels closer to him til the arms were touching. “You never told me your idea for Sparrow House.”
“Oh,” he smirked, then leaned away from her, nervously brushed his forehead with the back of his hand. He rolled his eyes, thinking about where to start.
“Tell me,” she purled, and she leaned to him.
“Ah,” he struggled, “I think it’s stupid now, maybe...”
“What is it? You always have great ideas.”
“I wanted to do a book...somehow...with...about fathers and daughters, and I wanted to do it with Odie,” he murmured, his eyes narrowed and worried.
“Oh,” she said, taken aback. She sat up straight. She tried to say she liked it but when she opened her mouth, she knew if she uttered a sound, an attempt at a word, she would cry. She shut her mouth instead. Then her eyes swelled, and she pushed a finger and thumb into them, squeezed the wet away.
“Nia,” Geoff chuckled as he came to her. He put an arm around her. He said, “Nia...you okay? You’re not sentimental—what’s wrong?”
She leaned into his advance and he got both arms around her and rocked her.
“That bad, huh?” he joked.
“I love it, Geoff,” she whispered. “I do. It’s very sweet. Just like you.”
“Problem is...working with Odie. She’s a real prima donna.”
She rubbed his arm, ignored his sarcasm, said, “You two will make a great book.” Then she pulled herself from his hug and looked in his eyes, she kissed him, pressed her lips to his. She said, “Let’s watch your video.” Her fingers scratched through his beard and she watched as his face came to realize what she meant.
“Really?”
“I mean it. One time.”
He stared at her blankly for a moment, then he was moving, rolling his chair under the worktable and mousing through his Finder, getting to dropbox and opening the file.
His player opened, and it went to full screen. He rolled back to sit by her, his face nervous, his apprehensive energy palpable. She stood, stepped to the table and placed her palms on it. She looked to Geoff, him looking up at her, puzzled why she would stand up when they were obviously about to watch a movie.
“Come here,” she said over her shoulder to him.
His jaw dropped in his beard, she saw the pleasure, the excitement in his eyes. She wiggled her ass at him, luring her passive husband up out of his chair. Her hands went to her sides, and she slipped her fingers up the hem of her skirt and she pulled it up to her waist. Geoff squeezed her rump with both his fine hands and she moaned and closed her eyes. He kissed her ass, bit at her cheeks, pulled her flesh with his dragging teeth. She watched the screen, reached out and tilted it, angled it so she could see it while she stood.
She saw herself then, full screen retina display, her body in profile, sitting in the cab of the truck, Rocco out of the vehicle, arguing with Salvatore of DiMarco Aggregates. Getting wet while she waited in the truck, getting wet while she anticipated what she was about to film for her husband.
Geoff stood up behind her and she turned her head to him, over her shoulder, felt his kisses at her neck, his breath in her hair.
“Fuck me while we watch, Geoff.” She slid her thumbs into her
panties and she scurried them down her hips, wriggling and swaying her ass against him as she got them down her thighs, felt his hardness pressing against her through his jeans.
She whispered, “I can feel your little white dick...”
“You like big Italian men, don’t you?” His hands went up over her shoulders and his touch hardened her nipples and made the hair stand up on her arms.
“I love Italian men...Mediterranean...dark...you saw my lover today, what did you think?” she whispered.
“He’s frightening.”
“I know.”
“Did you take that big dick?”
“Yeah,” she gasped.
“You take that big dick in your tight little pussy?” he said, and his hands came over her bare hips and swooped down the v of her tight groin and into the heat between her legs.
“Oh, I did, Geoff...he’s so-oo big...”
“You like that don’t you?”
“He felt so goo-ood.”
Geoff kneaded her bare mound. His fingers pulled at her vulva, drawing wet sounds from her dampening flesh. He found her button, she felt it swell in his grip. He pressed it between thumb and fore-knuckle and she moaned for him, let him know how good he made her feel.
On the screen, Rocco was back in the truck now, and she’d undone her seatbelt and had moved herself next to him. She quivered with anticipation of what was to come next.
“Kiss me,” she said to Geoff. Their lips met, clumsily, sucking and biting at each other as she cradled his cheek with her open palm and kept her eyes turned to the monitor, needing to see what would happen next. She watched herself undo Rocco’s fly and his belt, saw herself bend so her face was over his lap. She moaned at her own dirtiness, at how bad she was. She knew, couldn’t see it, but knew at that moment his huge, flaccid cock was in her mouth.
“I’m sucking his cock right there...”
“I know you are, you bad fucking girl. Making him hard.”
“He’s really big but he gets hard very fast.”
“You like that don’t you?”
“Yeah,” she squeaked as his hands did wonderful things to her sopping pink flesh. She moiled her hips against his rolling grip. “Sometimes the big ones are tough to get really hard...”
She put her hand down at her side and grabbed her husband’s shaft. He was like hot steel. “Oh baby, I love this cock,” she said, pulsing him with a tight grip. “You get so fucking hard...”
“It’s you, Nia, you make me so crazy.”
He pulsed his hot lube into her hand, she felt her grip on him go instantly slick with his excitement.
“Oh fuck, Geoff, you...mm, please, fuck me...” She tilted her rump to him and leaned forward enough to present her sex to him. She watched the screen, mesmerized by her bad behaviour there.
Geoff teased her with his tip, stroked himself up and down her wet heat. Nia on the screen was sucking vigorously now, getting Rocco hard, having trouble fitting him in her mouth. Geoff slid himself inside her, so hard, so slippery it was like he was putting it through hot butter. “Oh,” she gasped and buckled. “Oh, Geoff.”
The screen went dark, her phone tumbling through the cabin as Rocco pulled into a rest area. “Oh shit, Geoff,” she purred, “this is where it gets bad...”
Geoff chuckled in the hollow of her shoulder, bit her through her shirt, still sliding himself deep inside her until he was all the way in. “This is where it gets really good,” he said.
“You sure?” she said over her shoulder as he slid himself in and out of her. He was hard as a rock inside her, almost painfully hard...she knew he was aroused by this, by seeing her, she just couldn’t believe it sometimes. She couldn’t hear it enough—she’d hate to think this hurt him in any way. “Does it...doesn’t it hurt to watch me with another man?”
“Yeah, but...ah, I’m happy for it...to see you like that...it hurts but it turns me on so much...”
“Because you love me?”
“Yeah, because...I ah-love you...”
“Oh Geoff,” she cooed for him, purred like his sexy kitten, her chest swelling with a strange taboo love for this man inside her. The badness he allowed, how he enjoyed it. It felt so incredible to be this close to someone, to have them trust you completely.
On the screen, twenty-seven inches of vulgar flesh-coloured pixels, Rocco steadied the camera on her in the front seat of the truck. She bit her lip at the lewd depiction of herself. There she was, sucking Rocco’s massive cock. She held it in one hand and her mouth was stretched over the uncircumcised end of it. She had his foreskin in her mouth, you couldn’t tell from the video, but she was pulling it, mashing it against the roof of her mouth, bobbing, then finding the opening of that wrinkled, gummy sleeve and putting her tongue in it, stretching his membrane and rolling it from the inside. Driving Rocco crazy. He was leaking in her mouth.
She told Geoff, said, “His cock was leaking there, his semen coming out of the seams of his foreskin...”
“Jesus, Nia,” he laughed, hugged her, slid himself into her deeply.
“I know, tiger, I’m so terrible...”
“Watch,” he said, and she felt him nudge his chin to the screen while he slowly made love to her.
She was stroking Rocco now, her hand going up and down his thick shaft, his foreskin rolling, showing just the tip of his shiny wet glans. The shape of the head of his cock was visible through the foreskin as it rumbled over the flared rim.
“Oh my God, Geoff, that’s so dirty...”
“Look how beautiful you are,” he said, putting his arms around her neck and sliding himself inside her.
“Look at that cock, Geoff,” she whispered, bending, letting him get deeper.
“I can’t believe how big it is, Nia. You can’t get your fingers around it...”
“I know, I hardly can, Geoff...it’s so fucking sexy...”
They watched together, bad screen-Nia doing incredibly dirty and intimate things to another man’s massive, grotesque cock. Geoff responding with a pulsing hardness sawing itself in and out of her, feeling so fucking good. “You feel so good, Geoff...fucking me...”
“Nia, you’re so tight...” he grunted behind her.
“Geoff, when we fucked in Montréal, he was rough with me...” she was talking before she was aware of what she was saying. So much inside her dying to get out and breathe fresh air.
“I know, baby, I saw the bruises,” Geoff moaned, still grinding himself into her.
“He held me down, face first on the bed, he forced that thing into me from behind,” she said, tapping her long fingernail on the display. “I was so dry...that’s why I’m sore. He forced me...he took me without a condom...threw me on the bed and ripped my skirt off...”
“Oh, Nia,” Geoff gasped.
“I struggled...but he’s so strong...I couldn’t stop him. He fucked me and I bit him and scratched him...”
“Nia...wait—”
“Don’t stop, Geoff...you wanted the truth...this is what I like...”
“You liked it?”
“I wanted it, baby...”
His hands covered her breasts, and she felt him squeeze her, hold her with love, his touch made her feel like it was okay, okay to be so crazy.
“Geoff, he fucked me like that, pressing me into the bed with my arms pinned behind me...and he came inside me...”
“Oh, Nia,” he said, held her tightly.
“Yeah, then I...I sucked his cock and I sucked his balls...he came again...in my mouth...”
She felt Geoff surge inside her, his girth swelled with a sudden, turgid excitement. He loved hearing about her badness. Her worst fantasies made her husband hard. She pushed her rump against him, wanted him deeper and deeper.
“Oh, Geoff, you feel so good, mmm...you get me don’t you baby?”
“I get you, Nia. I love you.”
Her hands went over his, covered them where they gripped her breasts.
He held her lovingly, his hands going over her fles
h, sweeping over her writhing belly. They both stood, facing the screen, both watching, Geoff gently fucking her.
“He fucked me again, after I sucked him.”
“Yeah?” he gasped.
“Mm-hmmm, he made me spread my legs, and he took me face to face then he...ah...he picked me up and he slammed me against a wall and he fucked me...f-forever...he held me against the wall like I was a doll...”
“Oh, Nia, that’s awful...”
“He made me...Geoff, he made me come so hard...I passed out after that...”
“It’s okay, baby, I love it...I love it...”
“I want to...I want you to see it, okay?”
“I want to see it...”
“Are you ready?”
“I’m ready...”
“No, I mean it, Geoff, my surprise, I have an idea...are you really ready?”
“Nia, I’m watching you suck his cock right now...”
“I know...it’s not the same...”
“Be safe and I’ll watch...”
She turned and kissed him again, stroked his beard with her hand, she whispered, “Come inside me, okay? Right now, I want to feel you come inside me...”
“Bend over,” he whispered, his hands gripping her around her waist.
She got on her elbows, her face right at the screen and Geoff held her hips and he fucked her, pumped her hard, urgently. She could feel him building, feel him getting ready, She watched herself on the monitor, stroking and sucking Rocco’s monstrous cock. Her husband watching it too, over her shoulder while he fucked her. She reeled. This was incredible, so fucking crazy, so fucking hot...
“Yeah, baby,” she squeaked, feeling a tightness clutch at her brain, making her eyes squint.
Geoff whispered, “Look how pretty your skin is, how smooth, how perfect you look...”
“His cock is so ugly against me, baby, look how big and hairy it is...”
“He’s all man and you’re...unh, a-all...woman, Nia...”
She was face to face with herself, being wonderfully rocked by her husband, witnessing her depravity point-blank, but also her love for her Geoff. Making this video for him, sucking Rocco, uploading the file to Geoff’s dropbox.
The Nia she watched had Rocco on edge, her hand stroking that bulging end of him, against her pressing tongue, up and down, her hand a blur. Then he came and she gasped into the screen. Shocked by how vulgar it looked. That was her, Geoff’s wife, making that other man come. Rocco’s disgusting white evidence propelled out of those big balls, shooting up that long shaft because of the things she’d done to him. She made him come. Conjured that excitement out of his cock, he showed her what she did to him, how hot he’d made her. His come shot up, thick and gross, rolled down her knuckles. Geoff was watching too, watching this horrid display, so aroused his hardness stabbed into her, his steely feel slashing through her sensitive membranes. Then he grunted and gasped and she felt his evidence too. His loving, wet warmth, the hot milk of the man she married, the man she loved. She felt its wet volume fill her pussy up, speed his thrusts, turn them to wild, slippery tickles as he kept driving, his biological urges telling him to keep sending that seed in her, make her your own.
