by Kylie Parker
Geeze, woman! I smile and tell her that I think I’m in need of one too. She makes a cheesy joke about saving water, and we both hurry into the private shower after dropping out clothes in the office. I stare excitedly as the water runs over her, and I lack all patience in this moment. I push her up against the tile wall and kiss her lips and her breasts. I nibble at her neck, and she laughs as she drapes her arms on my shoulder. Water splashes in my eyes, but I’m only blinded by it for a moment. I push my dick up inside her, and then I wrap my arms around her, lifting her up off her feet and pinning her against the tile wall as she wraps her legs around my waist. “Oh, God, James!” I hear her shout excitedly. Her breasts are at the perfect height for me to kiss and gently bite.
I’m glad she came to get me out of the house. I manage to keep her up in the air with my body weight and one arm while my other hand reaches around her throat, choking her just a bit. I think she’s into that sort of thing, but I’m not entirely sure making the plunge. She practically screams when I do it, so I take it as a good sign. Her lips cup around mine, and I feel her tongue do this sexy flip in my mouth –it weirds me out slightly because Éclair used to do the same thing when we first started fucking around. I won’t let thinking of Éclair ruin another moment with Sylvia, though. This time I push Éclair out of my mind, and I focus entirely on Sylvia and on making her scream and beg for more.
Just as I am really getting her going, we both hear the subtle sound of a camera phone, and we freeze. “Son of a bitch!” Sylvia shrieks, and I turn to see this teenage little shit running off.
“Fuck!” I shout, and I turn to go after him in all my naked glory. The little punk slips in water just outside of the shower, and he winds up flat on his back with my dick just floating about as I stand over him. I grab his phone, and he jumps up to take it from me, but I snap it in half and then throw it into the wall.
“Awe, fuck!” the kid shouts, and I grab him by his shirt collar. “Fuck man, put some pants on!” he shouts at me.
I glare at the kid. I don’t give a shit if I’m in pants or not –I’m going to kick his little ass. I can hear Sylvia back in the shower completely freaking out about the little pervert. “Give me one reason I shouldn’t just beat the life out of you, you little creep!” I shout at the top of your lungs.
The kid is scared out of his mind. He holds up both hands, “It-it wasn’t for me,” he tries to pull away from my grasp and I can tell he is doing everything he can to keep his eyes up and not glance down at my package.
“What the fuck do you mean?” I ask, realizing that I hear Sylvia getting dressed in her panic. Little fucker just cock-blocked me and took a picture of me and my girl doing the deed in a public shower.
“S-some lawyer paid be five hundred bucks to follow you around…” he says, “He wanted pictures of you doing anything… um…questionable…”
“Let me guess,” I shove the kid down onto the ground, and he lands on his back, “the lawyer who paid you is the one taking on the lawsuit case, right?” The kid nods. “Cheap ass lawyer hires some random little shit off the street instead of a detective, huh?” I practically growl as I throw my pants back on, still dripping wet. I point a finger at him, “Let me tell you something right now, if I ever see you again, I’m going to break your fucking neck. You’re lucky I don’t call the cops, you little pervert. Tell your lawyer friend that if he tries to pull anymore shit like this, I’m going to put together a counter suit. Now beat it!”
The kid runs out without collecting the broken fragments of his phone. Sylvia emerges from the shower looking incredibly distraught. I’m 100% confident that I am never going to be able to fuck this woman in a shower ever again after that. I can’t wait to call my lawyer about this bullshit; I’m sure Lillian is going to have a field day with this one.
Chapter Fifty-Seven
I awaken early the next morning with Sylvia fast asleep beside me in my bed. She had stayed over after the creepy kid had snapped our picture in the shower, but we had not wound up sleeping together. Her clothes are in my bathroom hanging up to dry after she had gotten dressed in the shower during her panic, so I know she is naked under those sheets because she had not borrowed anything to wear and had just gone to bed after arriving back at my apartment. I can’t help myself. I drop my drawers and curl up next to her. She’s sleeping on her stomach, so I crawl onto her back. She mumbles something, still half asleep.
I kiss the back of her neck while reaching my hand down and around in front of her to play with her pussy. Her eyes stay clothes, but I can tell she’s awake by the grin appearing on her face. “James, what are you doing?”
“Shh…” I say playfully, “Go back to sleep.”
“Quit being a dumbass,” she says, her eyes still closed as I massage her lips and slowly work my fingers inside of her. She groans and then spreads her legs apart so that I can plow her from behind. It feels so good to be inside of her –especially after our last encounter had been interrupted by a little creep snapping our picture.
I get going fast and hard, getting her where she needs to be. I stroke her back and kiss her neck, smothering her slightly in the pillows as I slide my dick in and out of her as quickly as I can. “You’re so damn sexy,” I tell her as she lifts her hips up slightly for me to get a better angle.
“Harder!” she begs, so I kick it up a notch. I reach around and squeeze her breasts and do my best to make my movements fiercer for her. She lets out this deep-winded squeal, and I cum inside her and collapse on her back. Thank God –I had been holding that in since the skate park.
We curl up together, and she plays with my fingers. We talk about some random stuff, and soon the topic of the court case comes up –it was bound to come up after finding out the lawyer had hired a kid to stalk me. I tell her I’m worried, and I tell her about my thoughts about Éclair again. She still doesn’t think that someone like Éclair would do something like this, but it’s not like she knows Éclair or anything. I know her, and it seems unlikely, but it is still present on my mind.
“I just can’t stop thinking about it,” I say. “Eddie is hurt. Whoever did this is still walking around free. The cops have no idea who could possibly be behind this.”
She touches my face, “Maybe we can find out together?”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Well, who knows you better than you?” She says, “If the cops can’t figure this out –maybe together we can? There’s got to be something they’re missing. Maybe we can find out together who hurt Eddie and who poisoned your supplements?”
“What are you, a detective?” I question.
“Well,” she says flirtatiously, “I do love Nancy Drew.”
I laugh at her; I lean in and kiss her cheek. “All right, super-sleuth, if you say so.”
Chapter Fifty-Eight
I find myself sitting at the hospital yet again. Eddie is out cold, but that’s nothing new. Most of the time he is out from all of the medications. Today is going to be a pretty rough day for him; he’s going in for another surgery soon. He’s had so many surgeries I can’t keep up. The door to the room opens, and I expect to see another doctor or nurse, but much to my surprise it’s Éclair. She’s holding this silver vase full of pink flowers, and she looks embarrassed to see me.
I’m not sure which of us is more uncomfortable –me or her. Before we have a chance to talk, a doctor appears asking me to come sign something. I run out into the hall to do so, eager to give myself a moment to think about what I’m going to say to Éclair. The doctor gives me the rundown on the latest surgery Eddie is going to have to go through, and it sounds pretty rough just like all the others he has had. After asking the man numerous questions and having him address my concerns, I sign the necessary paperwork and nervously head back into the hospital room.
“Well, if you weren’t always such cunt-” I hear Eddies’ raspy voice speaking in the slow, monotonous tone that had become his norm since the assault.
“Awe, shut th
e hell up, Eddie,” Éclair says with a slight chuckle in her voice. The two of them have never gotten along, but they are able to joke around with one another now.
Excited to see Eddie awake, I dart over to the side of his bed right beside Éclair. “Eddie, you’re up!” I say, and it’s obvious that I am trying to contain my overwhelming enthusiasm.
Eddie offers me this weak smile. He asks nervously, “Am I getting another surgery?” Despite the fact that Eddie had been occasionally drifting in and out of consciousness, the hospital has not really been allowing Eddie to make any decisions about himself –saying his judgement was highly impaired.
“Yeah, man,” I say, “This one’s not that serious, though. You’ll be in and out in an hour tops.”
Eddie looks really upset, but he doesn’t voice it. He’s been in so many surgeries now, I’m sure it’s starting to get to him. Éclair puts a hand on his shoulder, “You’ll be back to yourself before no time.” She stands and then shoots me this awkward smile. “I can’t stay, but… it was good to see you both.”
“Yeah,” I say anxiously, “you too.”
She is so sad acting, but I let her leave like that. I feel terrible. All she wants to do is talk to me, but I just can’t. I think I’ve finally realized that I can’t have both worlds. I can’t have Éclair and have Sylvia. I can’t keep stringing them both along. And Éclair is just so toxic for me. There is no way I could still associate with her and be with Sylvia. She tempts me, so I let her leave without saying a word. Eddie is really dazed. I try to get him to talk about what happened to him, but he can’t concentrate on one thing for more than two minutes. The doctor said that he has some minor brain damage from the assault and it is affecting both his short term and long term memory –and he is probably experiencing a bit of trauma which is why he can’t remember a damn thing from the day he was attacked. Eventually I give up trying to get him to talk about it because it really freaks him out. Instead, I just let him talk about whatever he wants to talk about between him snoozing off every five minutes.
Nurses and doctors are coming in and out of his room a lot today since he is going to be having surgery later. There’s so much protocol they have to go through. At one point Eddie is wide awake and seeming more like himself when Sylvia comes by for a visit; she knows he is supposed to be having surgery today, so I’m glad to see that she thought to pay a visit. She smiles to see him awake, seeming surprised. I supposed with what all I’ve told her about how he has been acting she would be surprised to see him so alert. “Hey,” Eddie says, smiling, “Have we met?”
Sylvia smiles, “No, I don’t think so... well… not when you’ve been up, at least. I’ve come here with James a few times.”
I give the two of them a proper introduction, and the two of them seem to hit is off very quickly. Eddie has a thing for pretty girls, so he talks her head off. “You look like that chick on the billboard down the street from Shattered INC,” he sounds high as hell when he talks, “James really likes that billboard.”
“That is her, Eddie,” I say, and Eddie laughs his head off for a minute.
I roll my eyes. I shoot Eddie a glare warning him not to say anything too embarrassing, and it’s just my luck that the surgeon asks to speak to me at this moment –forcing me to leave the two of them alone. Please, dear God, don’t let Eddie tell her about catching me jacking off to a photo I snapped of that billboard.
After speaking to the surgeon, I head back into the room where I see that Eddie is asleep and Sylvia’s face is red as hell. Shit. He told her. Asshole.
“Um… hey,” I say and smile at her –pretending that I don’t know exactly what they have been talking about, “The surgeon told me they’re delaying the surgery until tomorrow morning, so I’m probably going to head home.”
She smiles, “Did you have your driver drop you off?”
“Yeah,” I say.
“Well, I have my car. I’ll go get it and meet you out front and drive you home,” she stands up, “I’m sure you want to tell him you’ll see him tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah,” I say with a grin.
“Okay,” she passes by me and gives me a peck on the cheek, “And don’t think you and I don’t have something to talk about, you pervert.” She winks at me, assuring me that yes he told her about the picture. Great.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
I wait around for a while for Eddie to wake up, but it is starting to seem like he is out for the night. I don’t want to keep Sylvia waiting, so I stand up to leave. As soon as I do, he stirs. “Hey,” he says weakly.
“Hey,” I say with a smile, “They’re delaying your surgery until tomorrow.” I sit back down, and he completely ignores what I just said. He’s really out of it –even more so than usual.
“That Sylvia is really fine.” He says, and it is so out of character that I can’t help but to laugh. His eyes are squinted like he’s fighting to stay awake.
“Thanks, man.” I say, laughing.
“But that Éclair is really fine too.” He says, “Why the fuck are you able to pull that sort of shit off when I can’t even keep a girl from cheating?”
I frown, knowing he is referring to his fiancé I had slept with. “Eddie, I’m really sorry.”
He waves his hand. “She was a skank.” He laughs. “Women love that pretty face of yours. You’re lucky. You have choices. Just don’t make the wrong one.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“I mean Sylvia. She’s sweet, but she’s not for you. Éclair loves you.”
I laugh at the thought. Éclair is a good friend, but I could not even imagine what the words I love you would even sound like coming from her lips. “Geeze, man, what sort of drugs are you on?” I ask.
“You should date Éclair.” He says, “Fuck it, you should put a ring on that bitch.”
I laugh again. “Easy there, tiger. I think I’m going to tell the doctor to cool it with your pain meds. You’re slurring your words. You do know that you hate Éclair, right?”
“No, man, I’m serious.” Eddie waves his broken arm up and points a finger in my face, “I don’t like her, but you and her just make sense. Sylvia is sweet, but that’s all she is.”
I feel the need to argue. “Hey, don’t say that. Sylvia is smart and fun and athletic. I really like her.”
“Then why do you keep going back to Éclair?” he asks.
“And how do you know I’ve been doing that? You’ve been in a damn coma.”
He shrugs his shoulders, “I didn’t. I do now, though.”
Well damn. I just shake my head. “Go to sleep Eddie. I’ll see you tomorrow, all right?”
He’s already out cold. I write off his little insight, blaming it on the drugs before going outside to meet Sylvia. She’s standing out front, leaned against her car with this big smile on her face. I go to meet her, and she gives me a rather seductive kiss. I grin, realizing she had wanted to drive me back home for a reason. We climb into her car and head towards my apartment. We talk about Eddie. She had only had a few minutes to talk to him, but she laughs and tells me he seemed like a nice guy. “He is,” I say reassuringly, “And wait until you see how nice he is when he’s not high as shit on pain meds.”
She laughs. “I bet his stories aren’t as fun.”
Yeah, I’m not going to live this one down. Damn it, Eddie, why did he have to go tell my dream girl I jacked off to her picture before meeting her?
Once we reach my apartment complex, we hurry into the private elevator that leads up to my room. We’re already stripping in the elevator, and we chase one another through the apartment and dart into my bedroom. There is a level of excitement in her I have not ever seen before. Like –really! She is wet before I even touch her. I wonder if learning that I had been so turned on by her that I would jack off to a picture of her is doing it for her? Maybe it was exciting to find out? Maybe I should thank Eddie because holy fucking hell!
She yanks off my underwear and pins me down on my back, her
tongue tracing my abs and working its way down until she is cupping her mouth around my cock. I reach up and grab the headboard –hardly able to contain myself. She has got my toes curled and my knees bent. She releases my cock from her mouth and crawls up me; my hands are still squeezing the bars on my headboard because I’ve become so stiff from gripping them so hard during oral. She sits herself down on my dick, sliding her hips up and down in a swift motion as she runs her fingers all over me. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on. She pry’s my fingers off the head board and places my palms right on her breasts as she continues bouncing up and down on my erection.
“So tell me, James,” she says, panting, “What’s it like to have the real thing?”
I don’t have time to answer her before I’m ejaculating in the midst of an excited cry. I don’t think a woman has ever gotten me to call out in bed like that before. She falls on me in the midst of me cumming, pressing her chest against mine and pressing her lips against my mouth, suffocating my breathing ever so slightly. We lay down beside one another, and I am still shaking from the explosion of unexpected levels of pleasure I had just experienced.
Chapter Sixty
I feel like a love-sick puppy dog. Sylvia is sitting back with pillows stuffed behind her head looking at me like she thinks I’m an idiot while I curl up around her kissing her neck –my arms wrapped around her waist as I slowly sink further down until I can rest my head on her breasts. After sex for me has previously consisted of one of three options: go to sleep, go fix a snack, or sneak out before the woman wakes up. Right now I just want to hold her and kiss her and tell her how beautiful and amazing she is. It was, bar far, the most amazing sex I’ve ever had. I hear my phone go off, but I can’t bring myself to detach from Sylvia’s side.
