Rotten

by Brooks, JL

  “Can you take me to my daddy’s house to shower and grab a few things? I don’t think I should be driving anymore.”

  I twisted my wrists and looked around to keep from crying. Blowing out hard, he walked past me and opened the door for us to leave. Not a word was spoken on the ride back to Sloan. I wanted to know what my daddy had said since he was awake. I wanted to know what David had told him. I just prayed to God he didn’t tell him about my accident.

  Walking into the house, David looked around, lost.

  “I won’t be long. Just going to take a shower real quick and grab some of his stuff.”

  He nodded and sat on the couch in silence. Not turning on the TV, he just laid back and stared at the ceiling. Closing the bathroom door, I ran the faucet to mask my tears before getting undressed. I had grown accustomed to the tepid water, and even back home, I kept it the same temperature. My forehead rested against the old tiles as I stood there in deep thought of what I was about to do. My left hand was empty, no longer adorned with the symbol of a woman claimed by another. Caught up in his own hurt, David failed to notice. If I was to offer myself to him now and he denied me, I would be crushed.

  In a way, I was taking advantage of his weakened state, and he would never see it coming. Squeezing the excess water out of my hair, I knew we had one more hour before returning to the hospital, and I sure as hell didn’t want my daddy to see us mad at each other. More than that, I wanted him with a ferocity I had never felt before. There was no guilt, only an unsatisfied longing, waiting for fulfillment.

  As I cracked the old bathroom door open, steam rushed out in vapor clouds before me. David looked up as I approached him in nothing but a towel. Still not saying anything, I used my ankle to kick his knees apart. He looked at me oddly until the towel dropped to the floor in a large heap of cotton. Crawling up onto his lap, I used the palm of my hand to push his forehead back into the fabric of the sofa and pressed my naked body into his chest.

  “Are you going to run away again?” I whispered.

  His hands tentatively caressed the damp skin on the back of my thighs while licking his lips. “No ma’am.”

  With that, I claimed his mouth and worked furiously with my small hands to loosen the thick, leather belt that held up his worn jeans. Sitting up away from the sofa, he broke the kiss to lift off his navy blue t-shirt, and then held my bottom pressed against him as he raised his hips to loosen his pants and shove them around his ankles. Coming down to straddle him, I could feel his massive erection pressing between my legs, causing me to moan deeply. His fingers wrapped around my thighs and ran delicately along the folds of dripping wet skin.

  “Fuck.” That was all he said before I reached down between us and freed his cock from the tight, cotton trunks. Wrapping my fingers around it, I quickly guided the head to my entrance and sank slowly. Hissing as I took in every inch, I stilled after being fully impaled and impossibly filled. Pausing to look into his eyes, the embers started to flare up into full-blown flames.

  With a tight fist full of hair, David pulled my head closer to his and kissed me hard while moving slowly in a circular pattern with his hips. The sensation was overwhelming as my clit lightly grazed his flesh with each pass. My tongue could not taste enough of him, my hands were unable to find a place to rest, and my pussy clenched fiercely around him, afraid to let go.

  With one swift motion, David grabbed my thighs and stood up, crossing my ankles around his waist. As he backed me against the wall, I clung to him once more. This time he did not set me down, nor hesitate. I wanted to tell him I loved him, and the thought made me flinch. Almost instinctively he started to thrust harder while leaning next to my ear.

  “I fucking love you, Toni. God, I love you, woman. You drive me crazy as sin, but I would kill for you.” With each drive into me, an apology followed. Grabbing his face, I silenced his sorrow and matched his thrusts with fervor. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold onto him like this, but I knew better than to say something.

  Once again, he must have sensed my discomfort and laid me on the freshly carpeted floor. Hiking my legs over his shoulders, he pressed down and lightly pumped his hips back and forth, driving his cock deep inside of me. It was almost painful, but delicious. I wanted to come, yet was so disoriented in his embrace. I licked my fingers and moved them between my legs, speeding up my own orgasm. He looked at me, offended and immediately backed out, causing me to squeal in protest.

  With one arm, he held my hands captive above my head, giving me a look that told me I had no idea what I was getting into. His lush pink lips traveled down my neck and to each breast, biting the nipples softly and licking across my panting chest. The short, choppy breaths increased as his tongue traveled towards my navel before dipping in between my legs. Beginning at the very top of the hood, his warm tongue lazily circled my clit as my body tried to push closer to his mouth. Jerking away with each attempt, he laughed heartily at my torture.

  “Baby, the moment you dropped that towel, it was game over for you and game on for me. You can come when I let you. And it will be so good, it will keep your panties melted for another four years. But I promise you this – I would never ever do that to you.”

  My heart stopped a little, knowing why it was four years, yet his magnificent tongue quickly swept away anything else other than the desire to have him continue to fuck my brains out. I instantly submitted under his touch and allowed him to have his way. With skilled fingers, he gently moved back and forth, pushing me closer to the edge. Just as I was about to fall over, he slowed down enough to draw out the sensation and increase my hunger. It was starting to become excruciating, I wanted to come so badly. I started to realize he wasn’t going to let me, not yet. Looking down I could see his other hand work his cock back and forth slowly to maintain his erection. He caught me watching and smiled deviously.

  “Do you like to watch?” he asked curiously.

  I simply nodded my head. “I like to watch you.”

  Sitting back on his heels, he continued to stroke his imposing length without hurry. “Well isn’t that a coincidence, I like to watch you, too. So how about you put your hand between your legs and show me what you didn’t that first day you arrived.”

  I blushed beneath him, suddenly nervous of his request. Timidly I splayed my hand across my abdomen, sliding lower until my fingertips disappeared into the soft, pink folds. Finding the small bud full of nerves, I began to maneuver my index finger into swift circles, knowing exactly how to make myself come. I couldn’t look at him while he watched me; it was too intimidating. Behind closed eyes, the inner dialogue began.

  Oh my God, he is watching me get off. He likes it. This is really happening. I need to come fast, fuck, Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Dammit, do I have performance anxiety?

  When I opened my eyes, David was grinning at me stupidly, but it was so sexy at the same time.

  “I can’t come, I don’t know why.” I was upset my body wouldn’t relax enough to come undone. He stopped moving his hand and leaned over me, resting on his elbows.

  “Toni, this is a lot for you right now. Don’t worry about coming. There will be many more opportunities for me to make you scream loudly. Does it feel good?”

  I shook my head. “Yes, it does, it feels awesome.”

  With a large smile, he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth before sinking over my mouth. “Then nothing else matters. Don’t worry right now. Let yourself enjoy how you feel.”

  His kiss was soft and tender. Using his free hand to move my thighs apart, he sunk slowly in me while stealing my breath. I ran my hands over his soaked, dark hair and across the scruff on his cheek. Below his plush lips rested a small patch of hair, blond, unlike the rest of his beard. Rising up I nipped at his lower lip and giggled.

  Lying back down, I stretched my hands across his shoulders and gently stroked the broad muscle as he began to move within me at a greater speed. I felt him growing even more and knew he was close. Lifting a thigh, I wrap
ped my hand around and lightly grabbed his testicles and tugged with a gentle squeeze. He let out a large groan while beginning to empty his seed. With a few thrusts that were more aggressive, he nearly collapsed on me, yet I relished the weight of his body on mine. His back was slick and our bodies stuck together, fused happily with sweat.

  I started to laugh while he gained composure. “Man, I could get used to this.”

  He leaned up and wiped his face off before looking down at me. “You better, because there’s a lot more where that came from.”

  David’s right hand rested heavily on my thigh unless he needed to shift gears, and then immediately he reclaimed the abandoned spot, kneading the flesh lightly with his fingertips. Curling my body towards him in the bucket seat, I stroked the top of his arm and took in his sated features. Reaching up to grasp my wrist, he held my palm against his cheek and leaned in.

  “Pull over, right now.” My voice was husky, saturated with passion. I couldn’t wait another moment to have him again. Jumping over the console, I ground my hips into him, banging my back against the steering wheel. His left hand reached underneath the seat and scooted back the few inches his tall frame had not already claimed. A fevered kiss caused my already tender lips to swell even more.

  “Turn around, Toni, lay against me.”

  Obeying his command, his hands encouraged my knees up to slide my shorts and panties off.

  “Lean up a sec.”

  I reached up and grabbed the bar, giving him enough room to loosen his pants and free himself. David slid down a bit in the seat and pulled my back against him. Using his free hand and the advantageous position, he guided me down his length, holding his breath until I had taken him completely. From behind, he buried into me so deep, I was afraid to move. Grabbing my hips, he moved in slow, calculated circles, stretching me open for him.

  The hunger was unyielding and consuming; I couldn’t get enough. His hands roamed under my tank and lifted my bra up from my chest, freeing my breasts and twisting the nipples between his fingers. The multiple sensations occurring simultaneously caused a torrent of emotion to surface. I could feel my core begin to quake with the first ebbs of an orgasm in bloom. Trying to chase it with all of my might became frustrating and started to take away from the encounter.

  David’s arm pulled me back against his chest while the other arm brought his index finger to my lips and encouraged them to open. Taking a long, slow draw, I moistened his finger and then felt it move between my folds, finding the pink pearl of greed. Moving skillfully along the sides, skimming the top, his fingers were as soft as his tongue, dancing back and forth lightly, driving my body mad.

  “Stop it, just relax.” His tone was slightly commanding, yet I knew why. He knew I was overthinking things once again; he wanted me to let go. Lacing my arms above my head, I gave his hands free reign of my body, succumbing to the years of practice devoted to learning the female form. He knew my body better than I did. It responded to his caresses automatically, causing him to smile with arrogance. His soft lips grazed my neck, and the short stubbly hairs along his jaw line caused a warm friction on my skin as he nibbled towards my shoulders. He smelled seductively of earth and sweat.

  All the while, his slow rhythm pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I didn’t try to control where this went. I closed my eyes and let my body take over.

  “You like that don’t you? A little bit of pain mixed with pleasure.” His fingertip pinched my nipple hard while tugging gently. His right hand continued to manipulate my clit steadily as he brought me down harder and harder with each thrust.

  “I ruined you, didn’t I? I broke you in and made you mine. From the first moment I penetrated you, your pussy recorded how I felt inside of you, knowing that it would never feel that way again. I couldn’t be rough with you then. Not like now. Now I can really fuck you hard. Do you want me to fuck you hard? Tell me, Toni.” His words were barreling me into a sensual weakness as I became even more pliable in his embrace. “Tell me what you want.”

  I couldn’t speak. My legs were shaking as his hips bucked faster and faster, yet his finger held a steady rhythm on the swelling bud.

  “Hard,” I whispered

  His head lifted up closer to my ear and bit the lobe.

  “I didn’t hear you, sweetheart, say it again.”

  I knew he was taunting me. This was so difficult for me to do. For as foul-mouthed as I was, in this moment I couldn’t find my voice, and he was pushing me to scream out what I desired. It was him, only him. Any way he wanted me, as long as he was inside of me, licking me, biting me, caressing a piece of my flesh.

  He slowed his pace, barely moving within me, still holding my body tight against his chest with my head curled into the curve of his neck. “Toni, tell me what you want. Tell me what you like. Do you like when I do this?” He moved the hair away from my shoulder so his tongue could dip into the hollows of my neck. His lips rested on my pulse and tasted each beat of my heart.

  “Yes,” I said breathlessly. I moved my hips to ride him faster, and he did not stop me.

  “Do you like going fast?” Grabbing my thighs, he guided my legs to the steering wheel and placed the heels of my feet in the spaces on each side. Giving me a platform to press against, I raised my hips and bore my weight on my shoulder blades as David began to thrust with fury. The air escaped my lungs in loud moans. Releasing his grasp across my chest, he guided me forward, tucking my knees behind me in a reverse straddle. Holding onto the steering wheel with my arms for leverage, I began to cry out as he pounded relentlessly into my small frame. My left thigh began to burn after the quick snap of a palm against the flesh.

  “Again,” I yelled without pause. David obliged and firmly smacked the soft skin in successful repetitions.

  “More?” he replied.

  “Yes.”

  His fingertips traveled up my back and along my hairline, combing through the blond locks against the scalp. With a firm grip, he pulled back quickly. His other hand grabbed the side of my hip and dug the fingertips in with bruising pressure. Delivering long winding hip rotations, he pushed as far as he could go and twisted his cock within my swollen channel. Pulling out slowly, and then slamming hard, I careened into a merciless desire. There was no inner dialogue, only the static hum of a soul about to fall apart. With another yank back, I buckled and began to tremor beneath him. He rode faster to match the speed of my release, driving me further into delirium.

  David then held my slacking body in his arms, seeking his own gratification, jerking violently as he shot his warm seed. Resting over the steering wheel, I could see the stars through the windshield, twinkling down upon us. This is what bliss felt like. Never before had I experienced the passion that poets felt worthy of devoting a lifetime to, or artists struggled to capture in a physical form. I had resigned myself to an eternity not privy to such feelings.

  Sliding me back down against him, he curled my body into his and held tight with his eyes closed. The air in the car was thick and warm, creating a wall of condensation on the side windows. If it were not for the fact I had not yet seen my daddy, I wouldn’t be so insistent on leaving the lover’s embrace. I did my best to hold still for a few moments, yet David laughed the more I squirmed.

  “Can’t snuggle for five minutes, you’re killing me. I never want to cuddle with a chick after sex, and the first time I do, I get shot down. Man, ain’t that some shit.”

  I laid my back against him in order to pull my shorts back on, and he squeezed me tight, blowing raspberries on my neck, making me nearly kick something in his car. Straddling him to give one more kiss before we were on our way, I looked down and smiled. “You totally have a wet spot in the car now.”

  Every noise in the hospital was amplified a thousand fold as I raced to see my daddy. Nearly two months had passed since his body decided to shut down and try to conserve the life force within him. I stood at the door for a moment; then my legs trembled with each step I took. I had been here nearly e
very day, but now he was awake. So much had happened, I didn’t know where I would even begin. Forcing myself to calm down before walking in, everything within me wanted to burst, yet I needed to be subdued. He was so weak; too much excitement could be bad. As I approached his bedside, he breathed peacefully in the quiet room. David and I pulled up chairs and waited for him to rouse.

  “Daddy, I’m here.”

  I kissed his cheek and forehead, rubbing my thumb over the spots my lips touched. Gently kneading his fingers in my hands, I didn’t want to startle him. His eyes fluttered open and took a few moments to realize who was standing over him. Never before had I seen my father weep, and for the first time, his chest rattled as he took short, sharp breaths while reaching out for me. Without hesitation, I crawled onto the hospital bed and into his arms. Resting against his chest, I felt his rapid heartbeat against my temple.

  “Hey baby girl, it’s okay. Daddy’s here.”

  I lost it.

  David came up behind me and started to rub soothingly against my arms and back, also holding me up to prevent my falling off the bed. I could feel the tremor in his hands as they moved back and forth. My daddy reached over me and held David’s hand against my shoulder.

  “Thank you, son, for bringing her back to me. I knew you could do it.”

  It was then David’s moment for reprieve. That was what my daddy sent him to do. The insurmountable task of finding me in the darkness and pulling me through hell, and he did it. I could tell he wanted to cry, yet his chest jerked in manly restraint, puffing out clenched breaths while unconsciously rubbing harder against my back. Leaning down to kiss my shoulder, he looked to my daddy and smiled.

  “I did it for both of us.”