by Mj Fields
“Kaen, easy,” Keller warned.
“He pissed on our bed.”
“You can leave Daniel. If we have any questions we’ll know where to find you.” Keller opened the door. “You understand that?” His voice was gruff.
“Get some fucking help for your sister and put his ass in jail.” Daniel left huffing.
“I think he shit his pants,” Keller laughed and patted Kaen’s back.
“Nah that’s piss you smell on him.” I interjected.
Keller held up the photo of her and I in bed. “You fucking with her head?”
“Nope.”
“That’s all you’ll say is nope?” Kaen sneered.
“Yep.” I smirked.
“She know you’re here?” Keller asked.
“No. She knows your security at what would have been her place at the end of the semester.”
“Nope.” Keller nodded.
“Am I free to leave?”
“You gonna leave her alone?”
I looked at him.
“Answer the fucking question Steel!” Kaen snapped.
I didn’t like the fucker telling me what to do. Brother or not he would back off or I would break him, “If that’s what she wants then I would.”
“Treat her like shit you’ll stop breathing.” Keller said and opened the door.
“Nice meeting you both. I’m sure I’ll see you again.” Yeah fuckers take that shit.
I walked out the door and into the lobby and winked at the crowd that had gathered as I walked out the door.
Chapter 12
Don’t You Stop
I woke up feeling like my vagina had been borderline abused. I also felt like I had my head in the clouds. Everything was vibrant, beautiful, and weightless like a cloud. It was crazy how even after what I had gone through yesterday morning, I was happy. Giddy, stupid happy. I was loving everything. Making the bed, preparing dinner, shaving my pubes, everything was enjoyable. I was pretty sure I even loved the color of my hair.
Xavier Steel. I liked the way his name tingled my tongue when I said it out loud. I also liked the contrast in the texture of his cock when it was in my mouth last night. The velvety soft skin and steel piercings felt incredible rubbing up and down my tongue.
I was getting turned on just thinking of him. I grabbed the phone to see what time it was. Five o’clock. I had three hours to kill before Xavier came for dinner. Cum. I had never tasted it before, but now I had experienced what I tasted like when he kissed me after he had finished eating me out last night. Even with an oversensitive gag reflex, I was sure I would love his cock shoved deep in my mouth.
My nipples peaked from just the thought of him. I laid back and pinched one of them between my fingers like he had. It felt good but not as good as his touch.
His cock was glorious. I had never seen anything like it before. It was so long and thick. I felt him come inside me with such force it had caused me to have another orgasm.
I used the one free hand to google him. I knew I would see a photo of that beautiful piece of man meat. It popped up and I clicked on it. I immediately frowned when I saw that girl’s mouth on him. I hated her immediately. I stopped playing with my tits long enough to take a screen shot and then edit it so I could see only the rim and his thick long shaft.
I propped the phone up so I could look at it while I played with my nipples. In my head he was saying all the crude, naughty things to me he had last night, in my memory I thought of how he looked at me this morning.
My inner muscles tightened and I spread my legs and used my finger to circle my clit, the same way his tongue had. I looked back at the picture as I slipped a finger inside of myself trying to find that spot he had touched that causes me to lose my mind. I found it but it wasn’t the same. I let go of my tit and grabbed the phone and searched through the iTunes to see if by some stroke of luck the song we fucked to was on it, it was. I set it to repeat and pulled up the photo of his cock and closed my eyes.
To the beat of the music I fingered myself to the memory of last night. I was getting into it and was pretty sure I was gonna come when I looked away from the phone and to the door.
“Shit!” I grabbed a blanket and covered myself.
“Don’t you stop. Fuck Irish.” Xavier pulled his shirt over his head and unbuckled his pants and they dropped to the floor.
I was mortified and covered my face with the blanket. I felt the bed dip at my feet. “Look at what you do to me.” He pulled the blanket off of me and I looked up. He was sitting on his knees slowly pumping himself with his hand.
“Xavier.”
“If you were mine I’d watch. Come on Irish stay in character here, please.” He threw the blanket on the floor and spread my legs. “Is that for me?”
I looked down and remembered I had shaved. When I did it I was feeling incredibly daring and sexy, but right now, well it was different.
“No?”
“No.”
“Alright then.” He began stoking himself. “Right now I am picturing what I’ve been watching for three repeats of the song that I fucked the hottest piece of ass I have ever touched to. My cock is so hard from the image I will never forget. I can almost taste your hot tight pussy on my tongue as your juices flow onto it. So damn hot and so fucking good.” He stopped and groaned. “I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last Irish, come with me. If you were mine you’d never deny what I’m asking.” He tightened his grip and pumped harder. “You are so tight, so wet, so hot.”
I didn’t dare look down. His eyes had captured mine and his words; my God his words were fucking me almost as good as his cock had. I cupped my breast and pinched my nipple.
“That’s good, fuck tell me how it feels.”
I licked my lips, “Um…”
“I’m so hard Irish.” He stroked up and down faster. “I’m sucking your rosy nipples…”
“Your tongue circles them once, then twice…”
“And you taste so good.”
“Every part of me comes alive. My scalp tingles remembering your hands in my hair…”
“Your pussy contracts squeezing me harder and harder. Pumping me.”
“I’m wet. So wet from your finger inside of me.” I push a finger inside myself and moan. “Then your tongue circles right here.”
“Your clit, say it.” He pumped harder and faster.
“My clit. God it feels so good the way you tease it with your tongue and butterflies dance inside of me fluttering against my insides. Your tongue, oh fuck your tongue…” I can’t continue I’m so close my knees clench around my hand as the walls of my vagina spasm.
“I’m gonna come. Fuck I’m gonna come so hard for you Irish.”
“In my mouth. God I want to know how you taste Xavier,” I almost yell it.
“You better be hungry and get up here now.”
I scampered down to him and wrapped my lips around his pulsing head and he yelled out my name.
His fingers pushed inside me and found the spot I had been only teasing so easily that I cried out as the first shot hit the back of my throat. My back arched as I silently gagged and the next salty warm shot hit the roof of my mouth. I swallowed quickly hoping I could take it. God I loved the noise he was making as he continued fucking me with his finger.
My whole body tensed and then the crash of my orgasm hit me so hard I cried out and the last spurt of Xavier’s creamy thick cum hit the back of my throat and I swallowed quickly. I didn’t stop sucking and he kept moving his fingers slowly inside me. When I finally sat up, I immediately kissed him.
He laughed as he pulled back. “That’s a different taste.”
“It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”
He laughed and pulled his fingers out of my pussy and rubbed my mouth. “I get not as bad as I thought it would be, and you.” He licked his fingers, “are still magically d
elicious.”
“I just imagined it differently.”
“Don’t compare me to your past hook ups Irish, I am on a totally different level.”
I laughed and he kissed me again.
“Well I’ll report back when I find out…”
He pushed me back on to the bed. “Like hell you will.”
He laughed and kissed my face, lips, and cheeks.
“Well how will I know?”
“Compare it to the past, because if you were mine, there would be no other.”
“Well then,” I laughed. “I’d have to say you were the best.”
“Fuck yeah you would.”
“And the worst.”
He grabbed my ass and squeezed. “If you were mine, you wouldn’t be saying shit like that.”
“Well if you were mine I probably would have told you I have never done that and I have a horrible gag reflex. You’re lucky you didn’t get it all back on--.”
“Hold up. Never, like never ever?”
“Like never ever.” I laughed.
He held my head between his hands. “If you were mine, I’d have to tell you how fucking amazing you just did.”
“If I was yours, I’d want to do it again.”
“If you were mine, you would be doing it almost as much as I would be eating your tight, hot, juicy, and now, bare pussy.”
“If we were each other’s we would be the couple everyone was envious of.”
“If you were mine, we wouldn’t care.” He leaned in and kissed me very softly again.
“How was your meeting?”
“Well dear,” he laughed. “Sucked, now I’m here. And hungry. I ate some shit gas station food this morning.”
“You got back earlier than expected.”
“I told you if you were mine I’d fuck you all weekend.”
“So you did.” I smiled.
“What I didn’t realize was that if I fucked up you’d start without me.”
I felt my face burn.
“If you were mine I’d be early more often just so I could see you touching yourself. It was hot as hell Irish. Don’t be embarrassed by your sexiness.”
I laughed, “My sexiness huh?”
“Incredible sexiness.”
“If you were mine I would be smitten right now.”
“Good.”
~
I was in the kitchen and music was playing throughout the entire place. Happy by Pharell Williams was playing. I looked behind me and he was bopping to the music in the room he was setting up as the portable office.
Xavier was in cotton pajama pants and I was in his tee shirt. I was having so much fun pretending to be his. I knew he felt the same way.
My replacement phone rang and he looked at me.
“Can you turn it down a little?”
“Sure thing Babe.”
The music turned down and I answered the phone.
“Hey Kaen, you got the message?”
Xavier looked up at me and I smiled. He groaned and sat down with his back to me. Odd.
“What? Why would you bid that contract? --When will you realize I can take care of myself! -- Xavier Steel, yes he’s my boss--He what?”
I sat and listened to Kaen tell me what Xavier’s little meeting was about today. I was angry that he had lied to me. Pissed actually.
“Thanks Kaen—Sure--I’m sure--No I don’t need you to come here--Kaen, I love you, talk to you later.”
I hung up the phone and turned off the oven. I walked past Xavier and up the stairs. I went into the closet where I had just hung up my clothes and started taking them down. Less than two minutes later Xavier was walking in with my grandmother’s nightstand.
His eyes went from my bags to me and then back.
“You wanted this back. I got it.”
He walked past me and started taking everything off the nightstand that was by the bed and then took it out of the room. He walked back in and put my grandmother’s in its place and started putting everything back on it.
“Don’t bother.”
“It’s not a bother.” He almost snapped.
“I’ll be taking it with me.”
“Sure thing but you aren’t going anywhere.”
“Xavier I appreciate everything but that shit doesn’t fly!”
“He hurt you. He won’t again.”
“Or what, you and your Italian mafia pals gonna rough him up?”
“Nope, just me.” He walked over and started taking things out of the bag.
“Why? Why did you have to do that?”
“Because if you were mine Taelyn, I would have.”
“If you were mine you wouldn’t!”
“I’m going to head home. Your safe here--”
“I was safe at my place.”
“You didn’t think so; you answered the door with fucking pepper spray! You woke up from a nightmare about him!”
“I’m not a pussy!”
“Never said you were. But if you were mine--.”
“I’m not! You pissed on the bed? You broke shit? You met my brothers and think you shouldn’t mention it to me--.”
“I might have mentioned it had I not walked into the bedroom while you were staring at a screen shot of my dick getting off to a song--.”
I picked up the phone and chucked it at him. The bastard ducked and then he laughed.
“If you were mine you wouldn’t pull that shit and if you were such a tough girl you wouldn’t have missed.”
I reached into the closet and pulled out the clothes he had put back in.
He took them out of my hands and threw them back in.
“Child.”
He grabbed my hand and pushed it hard against his pants. “What the--.”
He reached between my legs and cupped me hard.
“This is mine.” His finger pushed under my panties and I stumbled back.
He caught me and kissed me hard. I knew I should pull away but instead I squeezed his balls.
He groaned into my mouth, “Harder.”
“Smug--.” He ripped my underwear off and pulled me up and pushed inside me before I could even finish my sentence.
He fucked me hard against the wall and I could do nothing but hold on. I was ready to come and he stilled. I felt him come inside me and then just as quickly as he entered he pulled out and set me on my feet.
I was shocked. I don’t know why, but I was.
He grabbed his sweatshirt off the end of the bed where he had left it and then took his overnight bag that had been delivered and turned and looked at me.
He was pissed and I was still shocked.
“If you were mine, you would have come.”
What happened next? He walked out the door.
I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. Bastard!
I walked out and the phone chimed.
-I did it because I give a shit. You of all people should understand. You were raised by people who aren’t much different than I am, or so I thought.
Fuck him. I didn’t reply.
After I cleaned up the kitchen I walked into what was now the temporary office. He had gone through all the notes and written down members of some of the bands I had found. The solo artists he liked he had highlighted.
He made a list of bars where some of the artists I had found had upcoming gigs.
The top of the list said IRISH and sketched around it was some symbol that looked awfully familiar.
I looked at it for an hour trying to figure it out and I couldn’t. So I gave up.
I decided that it had been three days since I had spoke to my mother and I should call her.
We talked until ten at night. I told her some of what had happened with Daniel, not everything and she cried. I hated when she cried. It made my heart ache too. In a house of four men she and
I had to take stands on so many things. We had to stick together. I was never any trouble so it wasn’t the typical mother daughter relationship. She was truly my best friend; as far back as I could remember she had been.
She asked me about Xavier. I told her how insane he made me and that he was as much a pompous, arrogant, ass as my brothers and father. She laughed and told me that Kaen and Keller told her he was worse. That he refused to tell them anything. They told him to stay away from me and he told them no.
“See he’s worse.” I laughed.
“I like him.”
“Did you see--?”
“Google? Yes of course, your brothers apparently told him he was a wanna be porn star spoiled rich kid,” she laughed.
“He’s not a spoiled rich kid Mom.”
“Are you sticking up for him?”
“I guess.”
“So when do I get to meet him?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Okay dear.”
I knew when she said that she was only agreeing to sound agreeable.
“Love you Mom.”
“You too. Be safe please.”
“Of course.”
I grabbed the ice cream out of the freezer and a spoon out of the drawer and headed up the stairs. I climbed into the bed and for the first time in two days turned on the television. My comfort, the noise in the background that had drowned out the silence of the past few years.
‘In the news tonight are New Jersey’s own hot, somewhat eligible and ever elusive Steel brothers. While Jase, Cyrus, and Zandor Steel have seemingly gone into hiding, the youngest, Xavier, seems to be living the life we would all expect a tattooed, millionaire, with the body of a god and apparently the sexual appetite of beast. Several photos have popped up online of Xavier with several different women. Reports have come in that one photo, taken by an unknown photographer, was taken through a bedroom window of what is known as Cyrus’s home. An anonymous tip reveals that the girl, a college student who was engaged to be married, was the girl photographed last with Xavier Steel. It is said she was engaged to a man who attends Harvard University’s Medical program. When we reached out to the man who we will call Daniel, he asked that we please respect his wishes and let him grieve the loss of the woman he loves to a poor excuse for a man. More photos released today show Xavier Steel exiting one of Harvard’s off campus housing apartments and giving the women a very flirtatious wink as he exited. Sources say that Xavier visited Daniel threatening him, and telling him to back off his newest flavor of the week. Look out husbands and boyfriends; it looks like our Men of Steel will stop at nothing to get into the panties of any woman they so desire. And I’m not sure even love could conquer the desire we all feel when we simply look at any of these men…of steel.’
