by Bellus, HJ
“I teach fifth grade and listen to Pitbull. I’m fully aware that culo means asshole.”
“Good job, asshole.” I smirk back at Scout, tossing a stray olive from my plate.
“I took the week off. Olivia invited me awhile back.”
“Jerk.” I elbow Oren in the ribs. “We had them going.”
“It was making my eye twitch how awkward it was becoming.”
“Deal.” Pops slaps his hand down on the table. “I’ll get our camper rigged up for all three of us.”
Shit, fuck, bitch. Well no dunking the doughnut with Oren in the wilderness will be happening now.
Oren squeezes my hand under the table with more force this time. I swear he’s not a cop, but a damn mind reader. I down a few more drinks until Scout and her family skidaddle back home leaving Oren, Pops, and myself under the stars. Scout’s mom has cleaned everything, even tidying the grill area. The woman is amazing.
Pops and Oren talk about old cars, engines, and everything else between brake pads. Pops even engages in an argument about the car Oren patrols in.
“Boys, I’m going to check on the dogs. Anyone need anything?” I stand from the table and step towards the lit back porch.
“Two more brewskis for the boy and I.”
“Got it, Pops, two kicks to Oscar and two more beers coming right up.” I make my way to the back porch, but don’t miss a word he speaks.
“She hates that damn dog. I know I should, shit he’s bit me a dozen times when I’ve tried saving his ass, but Oscar filled that spot when Olivia moved out, you know.”
Oren’s baritone voice floats away in the night sky when I swing open the backdoor. Both dogs are knocked out in Pop’s La-Z-Boy recliner. I snag my favorite hoodie from high school and hike it over my head, as the night air has turned chilly.
The two men are still deep in conversation over some damn engine as I trot down the steps with two chilled long necks in my hand. Oren spots and signals no with his glance, but would never disrespect my dad. I swear the last of his beer ended up on my toes as he gracefully poured it under the table and then sipped my drink.
When I plop back down, I don’t land in my chair, but in Oren’s lap; he tenses up and I know it’s because of my dad. Me, on the other hand don’t give a shit, I pour the rest of the margarita into my glass and hand it over my shoulder to Oren and then begin sipping his beer.
The conversation goes on forever about hemis, transmissions, and corn fuel. None of it affects me and I have to bite my lip to hold back a few comments where I know for a fact they’re wrong. It’s from all the billing and parts I’ve seen float through the office. I let men be men and melt back into Oren.
After he realizes my father isn’t going to behead him, he plays along with me, wrapping his safe arms around me. I’m not sure how I’ve fallen for him so fast, but all I do know is life wouldn’t be the same without him. Countless nights tossing in my Macy’s sheets, wondering if I’m just the next McSlut on his menu have proven me wrong. I’m at a ripe age and he’s embraced every single awkwardly screwed up moment in my life from butt sex porn to ripping a world record fart in front of him. Oren never lets me live it down, but it’s almost like he embraces me more for it.
“I’m going to bed, kids.” Pops slams down his empty long neck on the glass top.
“I think we’re going to stay here tonight, Old Man,” I reply.
It wasn’t planned or even thought out, but we’ve both drank enough along with my Pops that he needs supervision.
“You know where your bed is, Firecracker.”
“Love you, too.”
The screen door slams shut and he disappears into the house. My dad loves to talk and entertain the next person, but when he’s at his limit, he’ll let you know.
I swivel in Oren’s lap until I’m face to face with him. “I bet there’s more beer in the fridge. Want me to sneak a bottle out for you?”
“So damn witty all the time, Olivia.” His fingers dig into my ass through my shorts.
“I’ll mix you a drink,” I offer.
“I think I know exactly where to stick my tongue to get the perfect drink.”
My hips buck on cue with his words. “Oh really, where is that?”
Yard lights flip on, causing me to bound back into the harsh edge of the table. Moments later, Scout prances into the backyard, sending every single motion sensored light to high alert.
“Your dick out, Oren?”
“Nope, successful cock block,” he hollers back over my shoulder.
“Perfect. I have more margaritas.”
“Cock block excused.” Oren pours himself a glass of the tarty liquid and then relaxes back. I remain calm, sipping from a beer.
“I can’t stand it,” Scout exclaims and then guzzles the pitcher. “I can’t fucking stay there any longer and I don’t want to go back to my apartment where Taylor and I have so many memories. I really thought…” She breaks off, not able to finish her thought, but I know exactly what she was going to say.
“I did, too.” I cover the top of her hand with mine. “I did, too, Scout.”
“It fucking sucks and if you break my sister’s heart I’ll…”
I stop her before she finishes.
“Scout, move in with me. It’s dumb we have separate places.”
“O, I’m not messing up what you have since you’ve never had any.”
“By all means, thanks for pointing that out.” I swat her shoulder, sloshing some beer on her. I feel Oren steady me a bit. “Move in with me.”
“Do I have to share a bed with Pedro?”
“Depends,” I respond. “If you’re a good girl.”
“Fuck off.”
“Move in with me and split rent. I have a spare room. I can’t promise if Pedro will pee on you or hump you, but you won’t be alone.”
“We’ve never lived together after college because I hump too much.”
“Yeah, I won’t argue that, Slut Wagon. You’ve worn down more mattresses than…”
“I get it. I get it.” Scout waves me off. “I’m going back home.”
“Should I help her?” Oren whispers in my ear. “I need to help her.”
He has me on my feet and standing before Scout even pushes open the gate between our houses.
“She’s fine, hun, unless we hear a loud thump then we know she ate shit on the flower pot, again.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, worried about her safety.
“Go do your cop thing and flash lights and everything else. She’s fine. It’s not her first rodeo.”
“Should she have thumped by now?”
I laugh and then reassuringly pat his chest. “Yes, by now she’s in her bed and fast asleep. Trust me.”
“Well, shit, my buzz has worn off.”
“Mine too,” I say with a giggle. “But I know where more alcohol is.”
“Lead the way since we are staying the night.”
I turn in his arms once again to face him. “Is it creepy we are staying here? You know, with my dad under the same roof and I’ll admit it now I still have My Little Pony posters on the wall.”
“I’m not driving and you’re not driving, so I’m thinking My Little Ponies are making me horny right now.”
“Wow, easy sell, there Hot Cop.” I pat his chest as I make my way up the stairs to the back door. I’m walking up backwards and he’s guiding each step I take. I don’t second-guess his actions, only follow.
Once inside the house I take the lead, making the way to my bedroom on the bottom floor. A flight of steps down from the main section and we’re in Olivia land. It’s like an amusement park filled with my childhood memories my Pops never touched. He could have the ultimate man cave from cold beers to a pool tale, but he’s chosen to leave all of my things in place. My cradle my mother rocked me in is now filled with my favorite stuffed animals from Rainbow Bright to Rainbow Dash the pony.
Oren’s thankfully tangled in my lips and hair as I guide him back t
o my bedroom. There’s one room off to the left of the stairs. It’s hard to see among all my childhood and teenage memorabilia.
When the back of my calves hit the mattress and his hardened center collides into me, I know it’s the time. Now or Never. Oren’s ready, clearly with his bulging cock, which is typically on display during our make-out sessions and I’m in love.
I fall back easily onto the bed, lifting my tank over my head, and shimming down my shorts until I’m left only in lacy panties and a skimpy bra that reveals an escaped nipple.
“Your dad,” he pants out, tugging down his own jeans.
“He’s out. He pounded six beers and won’t wake until seven in the morning.” I slip my panties over the hump of my ass cheeks, spreading my legs as far as they can go until I feel Oren settled between them. The courage and boldness over taking my actions shocks me, but I know it’s the need of wanting all of him.
“Are you sure, Olivia? I won’t be able to stop, baby, once I start.”
I press my palms to his broad shoulders. “Just don’t break my heart, Oren.”
“I’m not here to break your heart, Olivia.” Oren’s deep brown eyes peer up to me. “Trust me.”
I only nod swallowing a lump in my throat.
Oren relaxes back down between my legs. I’ve felt his bare flesh before, but like this between my legs compares to nothing. Okay, maybe meeting Mickey Mouse for the first time.
Salty tears begin to roll down both of my cheeks as Oren’s fingers slide in and out of me.
“Olivia, are you okay?”
I nod against his broad shoulder and let the tears fall from me. I’m unable to decipher if they’re happy or sad tears. All I know is they’re rolling off me like Niagara.
The ripping of a packet is the next sound I hear. Oren performs his signature move of clutching my wrist and dragging it to him. He wraps my fingers around his growing cock and then rolls my fingers over the condom striding down him. When I reach the base, I grasp it.
There’s so much I’ve never done with him. Each time it’s been Oren pleasing me and now with his want, need, and hunger in my hand, I feel powerful. I could reign over countries with this mass enveloped in my palm.
Oren dips his face low until his lips reach mine. He calms my nerves and reads my mind like so many times before. My hand slips from his base to the tip of his cock clothed in a condom and then finally roams to his ass cheek.
“You ready, Olivia?” His deep husky voice sends streams of ecstasy up my spine.
I nod into his flesh, unable to talk, paralyzed from all the emotions and feels sprinting through me. The tip of his cock nudges in me, and I groan feeling the same sensation as his fingers. His hips flex again, thrusting more of himself into me and it stings and with his final thrust, I bury my screams of pain and pleasure into the flesh of his shoulder.
“Olivia,” he groans into the tender nape of my neck.
“It hurts,” is the only reply I can muster up.
“Fuck,” he growls out. “I never should’ve. I’m so sorry. I got greedy…”
“Shut up, Oren. I want you and I want this. I love you.”
He makes another subtle move with his hips and it burns like a motherfucker. He repeats the slow motion over and over again until the friction is inviting just like his fingers when they swirl my sensitive bud. I focus on his smell and smile as he works his hips into me.
I dig my fingernails into his shoulder blades until his flesh comforts me. Each of his thrusts into me sends painful shockwaves throughout my body, but it’s the flesh on flesh contact that keeps me grounded. His lips on my neck and hands wrapped around the back of my head steadying me.
I never ask him to stop or slow down. Each time he pounds into me it’s an addictive time of pain I begin crave and even though he’s on top, my hips begin subtly moving against his. I grind on him, feeling relief and also that same familiar feeling of desire pooling low in my belly.
“O…”
Oren never finishes his thought as the jagged tips of my nails sink into him and writhe harder and faster, finding my release. His grunts are deafening in my ear as he lets go, but never stops, slowly working his hips into me. It all feels like a dream until he speaks.
“Is this the ass of a pony?” He raises up a figure and between the light of my cellphone with social media alerts and the old school alarm clock on my nightstand, I spot the outline of Fluttershy’s bright yellow tail.
“Yes, it’s my pony.” I squirm underneath Oren but don’t let our connection separate.
“You never cease to amaze me, Olivia, never.” He rises up. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?”
My fucking panicked voice taunts me like no other. I mean, really could I just scream was this the fuck and go drive thru? Because we don’t supersize around here for anyone, not even hot cops.
“I’m going to wash up and will be right back. Quit panicking.”
Oren pads out of the room to the right and flips on the bathroom light switch. Must be his ninja detective skills that lead him in the right direction. The faucet runs for a bit and then the toilet flushes before I hear his size eleven feet making it back my way.
“Olivia,” Oren whispers.
“Oren,” I whisper right back.
“Jackass.” He lets out a hearty laugh. “I’m going to clean you up. Thought you might be asleep.”
“Your dick isn’t that powerful,” I taunt.
Oren’s covering me head to toe in an instant, attacking me with his lips until I’m near coma status.
“What was that you were saying, Smartass?” he whispers into my ear.
I fumble a few times to produce a coherent thought until I give up and feel him snake down my body again. A warm damp rag is dragged carefully through my folds. He’s gentle and caring all the while just winding my horny ass up once again. A quick dart of something cold and wet laps through me, causing me to scream and buck up into him.
“Olivia, this is my dessert.” Both of his large palms splay across my pelvis as he sinks my hips back into the mattress.
His fingers were amazing and his Tony the Tiger magical, but that one dart of his tongue was out of this world. The sound of the rag being tossed aside brings me back to reality and then peeking up, I spot his wavy brown hair between my legs.
Without thought or care, I weave my hands into his hair and push him further into me. When his tongue makes contact again, I scream and buck. One of his hands races up to my mouth to cover it as his tongue begins working overtime inside me. He adds his fingers which are much gentler this time, letting his tongue do most of the work.
It only takes one swirl of his tongue, thrust of his finger, and buck of my hips to set me off once again. Oren presses his hand harder down into my screams and all I can do is buck up harder into his mouth. After each aftershock of pleasure subsides, my entire body collapses back into the mattress.
My brain thuds in my skull and then comes back to its senses when Oren weaves his way back up to me.
“Guess you just got the full meal deal.” Sleep is heavy in my voice.
“No,” he responds. “I wined and dined on the most exquisite feast ever.”
I nuzzle into him, burrowing both of our naked bodies under the blanket. Our legs intertwine like old habit and I seal to him likes he’s my oxygen.
“I love you, Olivia, I’ve loved since I laid eyes on you in your classroom. I’ve never believed in love at first sight until you. I just hope you don’t break my heart.”
I perch up on one elbow. “I’m not here to break your heart, Oren.”
15
Sexed
Sticky and extremely tangled bodies are all we seem to be these days. When he knocks on the door at three in the afternoon or one in the morning I’m dressed and ready for him and by dressed I mean naked under the sheets.
“When is Dr. Sex coming over?” Scout asks, rolling her eyes.
“He gets off at ten if a
ll goes smooth on his shift.”
“I’m taking my Ambien, Tylenol PM, Vicodin, and Valium cocktail now, so I don’t have to hear the two of you sappy asses.”
“We’re not loud.” I toss the throw pillow at her.
“Oren, stick it in my butt, please. Ride my ass until sunset,” Scout mocks, dry humping the back of my couch.
“I’ve never said that.”
“I know.” She shrugs. “But be honest, the curious part of you wants to know how it feels rimming that asshole.”
“Go search Tinder, Bitter Betty.”
“Oh, I will and watch ample amounts of porn to drown you two out.”
“You are so full of shit, Scout.”
“Oh really, Miss Backbend off the bed while getting drilled and then performing the perfect back 360, landing it on your rug.”
“You didn’t knock.” I stand to my feet ready to retreat, knowing the story she just recounted was spot on.
“I was getting my charger.”
“Don’t be a Jealous Jill.”
“For fucksake school is out, enough with the graphemes and making me sound out shit.”
“Oren or Dr. Sex will be here any minute, BTW.”
“Oh, cute now your language of choice is texting acronyms.”
“LOL.”
“Hey, have you thought how you two are going to pound uglies while camping with your father? I mean, in the same trailer.”
“We haven’t discussed…”
“Oh wait, you lost your V card under his roof, so you’re probably a seasoned expert at whorin’ around.”
The door opens to our apartment, alerting Pedro to a serial killer. Oh wait, it’s my handsome hunky cop, but Pedro barks like he’s about to make Mexico the fifty-first state in the US of A.
“I was so dumb to break my lease on my apartment.” Scout stands and salutes Oren like any good soldier would before retreating to her bedroom.
“Hey.” I stand and go to Oren.
“Hey you.”
I kiss him quickly before guiding him to the kitchen and setting him down at the table and giving him his dinner. I know it’s been a rough night for him since he only replied in one-word texts.
