Love and Law

by K. Webster

  I’m being completely honest with her. I hope she’ll be honest with me soon too.

  “Can I meet him? The man like a father to you?” she asks innocently. But I see hidden intent behind her eyes.

  I do not, under any circumstances, want to introduce her as my woman to Oculus. He may be like a father figure to me, but he’s also ruthless. Up until now, he hasn’t had to use anything against me even though he knows about Grammy, but if I deliver Maya on a fucking silver platter, I’m worried about what he might do with that information. At this time, I’d like to keep business and pleasure separated. And boy, is Maya pleasure.

  “Not going to happen,” I growl.

  She frowns until I thrust my latest piece into her hands. “Ben, oh my goodness! This jewelry box is gorgeous. I bet you sell a lot of these online,” she gushes as she opens and closes the box, running her fingers across the grooves of the designs.

  “I made that for you,” I tell her, pointing at it.

  Her bright smile lights up the dim basement. “It’s beautiful, Ben! Thank you.”

  Maya throws herself into my arms and I squeeze her to me. “You’re welcome, baby girl.”

  She pulls her face out of my neck and plants a kiss on my lips. Here, safe in my home, I feel so carefree to be a real couple with her. She deserves it. I deserve it. I’ve been so long immersed in Oculus’s world that I haven’t taken time for myself. I want to spend all of my time with Maya, and it’s about time I take a stand. I’m going to talk to Oculus soon and tell him that I’m ready to retire.

  My hands circle around her body and grab a handful of each of her ass cheeks, pulling her closer to me. I dip my head down and nuzzle her nose with mine. She sighs happily, and I lean forward to press my lips to hers. The sweet moment quickly becomes not so sweet as she parts her mouth open and I slide my tongue into it. I grab her ass again as we kiss. Her curvaceous, round bottom is sexy as hell. I can’t wait to get her upstairs and into my bed so I can finally fuck her properly.

  Breaking our kiss, I pull away to stare into her light-brown eyes, which are darker than usual in the shadows of the basement. “Come on, baby girl. I’m going to fuck you and then I’m going to make slow, unhurried love to you.”

  I don’t give her a chance to answer before I pull her around the workbench and toward the stairs. We stomp up the steps together in a rush to get to my bedroom. When we bust through the doorway of the basement, we nearly run over Grammy. She takes one look at us and laughs, waving us on toward the stairs.

  Maya doesn’t even take the time to get embarrassed. She clearly wants me just as much as I want her. Once we’ve made it up to the second floor, I pull her down the hallway to what used to be my parents room. I only recently took it over after I crafted a huge bed frame from some wooden planks Dad had found and loved but hadn’t done anything with. Grammy stays downstairs in one of the bedrooms since her hips ache when she climbs stairs, so I can make Maya scream to my fucking heart’s content and Grammy will never hear. And that’s exactly what I plan on doing.

  We make it to my room and I shut the door behind us. She releases my hand and walks over to my nightstand. Setting down her jewelry box on the bedside table, she bends over to inspect the photos. A family picture of my grammy, parents, and me sits proudly on the shelf. It was on Easter, and we’d all dressed to the nines for church. I remember that day so well. Momma and Grammy made ham and mashed potatoes while Dad and I hid eggs after church. Considering that it was one of our last family moments together, it is one of my favorite memories. The other framed picture on the table is of Dad and me. He and I are assembling the porch swing for Momma’s birthday one year. We’re both so happy in that picture.

  Maya turns to face me with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Ben.”

  I wave her off like it’s no big deal, but the truth is, every time I think about the injustice of losing my parents, I feel like crying. Kicking off my shoes, I climb on top of the covers of my bed and pat the spot next to me. She pulls off her own shoes and crawls into bed beside me. I pull her close and spoon her from behind.

  We’re quiet for a bit, both lost in our thoughts, when she finally speaks just barely above a whisper. “Ben?”

  I kiss her hair, pull her close to me, and cup her breast. “Mmm?” I mumble.

  When she begins to cry, my heart pounds. Why is she crying?

  “What’s wrong, baby girl?”

  She sniffles and turns around in my arms to face me, stretching an arm around me in a sad embrace. “When I was nine years old, I watched my daddy get murdered.” Tears stream down her face, and I feel instantly angry. Not at her, but the stupid motherfucker that would take a little girl’s daddy away.

  “I’m so sorry, Maya,” I tell her genuinely.

  “I’ll find him one day and kill him.” Her tone is cold, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that, given the chance, she’d die trying. If I could get ahold of the drunk driver that killed my parents, I’d happily break my ‘no killing’ rule.

  “He’ll deserve it.”

  She finally smiles at me and pecks my lips. “What are we doing, Ben?”

  I drag my hand up to her hair and stroke some strands that have fallen in her face away. Using my thumb, I wipe at her wet cheek. “We’re being us. Ben and Maya.”

  Her brows furrow, and I can tell that she’s worried. Worried about what?

  “Listen, Maya. I want you. Not just in my bed, but in my life. You’re fucking hot as hell, sassy, smart, and you have a big heart. Grammy already adores you and wants you to mother my children. I want you to be mine. Since I met you, you’re all I can think about.”

  The worry on her face melts away, giving way to a grin.

  “You’re all I can think about too. I definitely don’t ever worry about my job,” she laughs, but then she looks horrified. Little does she know, I’m not letting her deal anymore, so she doesn’t have to worry about her job. She can just worry about me.

  “Maya, you’re not dealing anymore. Today was a close call, and I can’t be fucking worrying about them taking you away from me. I’ll take care of you—give you money and a place to stay. I’d just feel better if you were here with me rather than out there.”

  “Wait? What? No! I need to be out there selling. That’s what you recruited me for. Won’t Oculus get pissed if I suddenly quit? If I can quit, why can’t you? You’ve got the online woodworking business. Why do you have to work for him too?” she rushes out in a barrage of questions.

  I swipe away her hair that’s fallen back in her face again. “You’re quitting. End of story. I’ll talk to Oculus about me. I’m beyond ready to quit.” I nuzzle my nose against hers and change the subject. “Baby girl, I want to take you out. Tomorrow, let’s go out for dinner and a movie or something. You deserve to be taken on a real date.”

  Now she can’t control the huge smile that breaks across her face. “Okay! A date sounds really nice. I really want to see 22 Jump Street with Channing Tatum.” She wags her eyebrows at me suggestively, indicating that she has the hots for him, and I’m instantly jealous. Jealous over a fucking celebrity.

  Rolling us over, I pin her underneath me on the bed. She squeals out in surprise. I grind my cock against her and she whimpers.

  “You better have condoms, Ben.”

  I laugh at the serious look on her face. My girl wants the dick. I’ll gladly give it to her.

  “I’ve got a whole drawer full. You ready to get fucked?”

  She answers me by reaching between us and grabbing my now rock-hard cock. “I’ve been ready since the last time I had you inside me.”

  Her dirty talk is a fucking turn-on. I sit up on my knees and begin unfastening her jeans. She grabs the hem of her shirt and wiggles out of it. Her tits are the perfect size for squeezing and sucking. I can’t wait to get them in my mouth. I pull off her jeans and panties in one swoop and quickly toss them to the floor.

  “Get naked,” she orders as she unhooks her bra, revealing those
supple tits. She’s completely naked for me and my cock bulges from within my jeans to escape.

  I chuckle and follow suit. Her hungry eyes never leave my body as I quickly shed all of my clothes. When her eyes zero in on my cock, I have to physically pull away from her and hop off the bed to fetch a condom. I want inside her body now, and the quicker I have a condom on, the sooner I can fill her up.

  Enjoying her blatant ogling, I slowly sheath myself in the rubber and throw her a smug smirk.

  She rolls her eyes at me and tosses a pillow at me. “Don’t be a douchebag.”

  I laugh and playfully tackle her, causing her to squeal. There’s not much I know about this girl, but I’m enjoying putting the pieces of her puzzle together little by little. She’s a dream come true, and I intend on knowing every part of her. And right now, I want to know if she’s ticklish.

  Dragging my hand along her ribs, I dig my fingers in and begin a tickle assault. I’m rewarded with thrashing and screaming. My girl is very ticklish.

  “Stop—it—mother—fucker!” she screeches between gasps for air.

  I don’t relent and continue until she surprises me by rolling me over to my back and puts me in a position with my arms where I can’t move. For a slight, little thing, she’s extremely strong—so strong that it’s a struggle for me to regain control from her. This time when I flip her back over, I pin each one of her wrists to the bed with my hands. Her legs wrap around me and I nestle myself between them.

  Her chest still heaves from the exertion, and I’m distracted by her perfect tits bouncing in rhythm with each breath. Dipping my head down, I drag my tongue across one of her nipples and suck it into my mouth.

  “Ben!” she cries out.

  I know I promised her a good fucking, but right now, I just want to take her slowly and worship every inch of her soft flesh. Teasing her nipple, I swirl my tongue around before sucking on her again. Her fingers are digging into my head and neck, but it only turns me on more. My thick cock presses against her pubic bone, and I want to push it inside of her soon.

  As if reading my thoughts, she spreads her legs even farther apart for me. I lift my head and find her mouth with my own. We kiss slowly for a few moments before I pull away to look down at her whiskey colored eyes.

  “I’ve never been one to do drugs, Maya, but you’re my fucking addiction. I want you all of the time. I think of you nonstop.”

  I grab ahold of my cock and locate her wet opening. As I push myself deep inside of her, she whimpers out my name in a breathless rush. My lips attack hers again as I slowly slide in and out of her hot little body. Her pussy grips my cock greedily.

  “This…feels…so…fucking…good,” I grunt as I pump in and out of her.

  This girl’s body perfectly matches my own—like we’re a fucking two-piece puzzle. Her fingernails gently scratch my upper back as she begins to tense up.

  Her head tilts up as she starts to shudder beneath me from her orgasm. I suck on her neck as I pound several more times into her. When she lets out a hoarse moan, I lose my load inside of her.

  “Fuuuuuuuuuck,” I grunt until I’ve expelled every last drop.

  I relax my body against hers and softly continue to kiss her neck until she speaks.

  “Ben?” she whispers.

  “Yes?”

  “I’m sorry. I haven’t told you everything about my life. There are moments like now that I really want to, but I can’t. I’m a horrible person. You’d be better off to walk away from me. But, selfishly, I don’t want you to. I want you right where you’re at. Inside me. On top of me. Kissing me.” Her sigh that follows is a sad one.

  I lift up my head to look down at her. “Is it about your mom? Where you came from?”

  She bites down on her lip and blinks away tears. “My mom lost her mind when Daddy was killed. One day, she just packed a bag, kissed the top of my head, and vanished off the fucking planet. I have no idea where she is. My mean-ass aunt took me in after that. It was no fun having to share a bedroom with five other kids, but I had no other choice. It also sucked being cared for by someone who couldn’t care less about your happiness, only the government check they received for your care. Once I turned eighteen, I bailed and haven’t looked back.”

  She pauses to read my reaction. I’m growing very angry. If she didn’t get kicked out of her mom’s house, then where the fuck did she come from? She’s been spinning the lie from day one that she ran away from her parents because she was wrapped up in drugs and they didn’t approve. Now that all seems like a lie. So what is the truth?

  “Maya, I don’t know what to say,” I say coolly and pull out of her.

  She grabs my biceps to hold me back, but I shrug away from her and hop off the bed to locate my clothes.

  “Ben—”

  “Don’t. Give me some time to process this. If you lied about where you came from, why in the world did you decide to deal drugs, Maya? You have a college degree, for crying out loud. What is your angle? Shit, I don’t know why I’m even asking. You won’t fucking tell me anyway. I’m going to sleep in the other room,” I grumble.

  Truth is, I’m hurt that she’s lied to me over and over again. I have feelings for this girl that I’ve never had with anyone else before, but they seem to be false. What kind of relationship will we have if she never gives me the truth the first time but waits for me to beg it out of her?

  I yank off the spent condom, tie it in a knot and toss it into the corner to throw away after I dress. I’m just bending over to pick up my boxers and jeans when I hear the springs on the mattress squeak as she gets off the bed.

  “Ben, please listen. There’s something I’m not ready to tell you yet. But I will. And soon. Please don’t push me away. I’m trying here. Just know that my feelings for you have always been one hundred percent real. No matter what happens between us, I’ve always been truthful about that.”

  When her slender arms circle my waist from behind, I lose some of the tension from my body. I let her hold me, her naked tits pressing against my back. Maybe she is trying. No relationship is perfect. People have their flaws—myself included. It seems, with time, that she’ll reveal all of herself to me.

  “Who are you, Maya? Tell me something. Anything. I tell you everything.”

  She steps around me and hugs me again, this time from the front. I can’t help but hug her back and kiss her hair no matter how pissed I am. Her hands rest on my bare ass and my cock twitches to life.

  “I’m Maya Simpson. I’m a bitch. I don’t take crap from anyone. I have a best friend named Miguel. I’m obsessed with researching my family history to try to connect with other family members since I lost both of my parents, have no siblings, and have a bitch for an aunt. I’m a sucker for romantic comedies even though I’ve never had luck in the romantic department. I’ve slept with three men in my life—two of them were awful and one of them is amazing. My mind has been plagued by you since the moment our eyes met. I really hate this drug dealing job, but it led me to you, so I’m thankful. I will find the man who killed my father and ruined my life—you can bet money on it. And that, Ben, is all I can offer you right now. I’m sorry I lied.”

  I bring my hands to her neck and slide them into her hair, tilting her face up to look at me. “It will have to do for now, Maya. I’m selfish and I want you regardless of the fact that you’re holding back. But I can’t promise I won’t begin to resent that. Please don’t lie to me anymore, baby girl. For the sake of something good, us, just don’t.”

  She bites on her bottom lip and nods in agreement. Dropping my head close to hers, I kiss her softly on her nose. When her lips part, I kiss them next. One of her hands slips around from my ass to my cock. She strokes me gently and I groan into her mouth. I can be pissed at this girl, but all it takes is her touch and I lose my mind.

  “Time for the proper fucking I promised,” I growl against her lips.

  I spin her toward the bed, so that her knees touch the edge and bend her forward over it. He
r round, curvy ass jiggles, and I can’t wait to fuck her from behind. Quickly, I rip open another condom from my bedside table and slip it on. I place myself between her legs and spread them open for me. My hands grab ahold of each of her ass cheeks and spread her apart. She moans in what seems like anticipation but I still sense her unease. I glide one of my thumbs along the line of her crack, just barely dragging over her puckered hole.

  “I bet you feel really good here,” I groan. My cock is at full mast from seeing her this way.

  She doesn’t answer me, so I take my thumb and dip it inside of her wet pussy. When she mewls like a fucking kitten, my dick painfully throbs for her. Now that my thumb is really lubed up, I find her asshole again and tease the entrance.

  “I’m going to put my thumb here, baby girl,” I mumble. “Relax.”

  I hear her exhale a ragged breath. She’s nervous but she’s trying to relax for me.

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  Slowly, I press it into her tightness, and she whimpers into the comforter.

  “Does it hurt?” I ask, my thumb barely breaching her forbidden area.

  “No, it just feels so foreign.” At least she’s finally telling me some truth.

  I continue until my thumb is deep inside of her and my palm and fingers grip her ass cheek. With my other hand, I slowly guide my cock into her dripping pussy.

  “Fuck!” she cries out as I ease myself into her.

  “Hurt?”

  “Hell no. I feel so good. So full of you,” she gasps.

  When I begin fucking her, she seems to enjoy it when I also fuck her other hole with my thumb.

  “Touch your clit, baby girl.”

  She moans, temporarily frozen with ecstasy, but complies and begins fingering it.

  “Ben…oh…my…God!”

  This is the quickest she’s ever come. Her body shudders wildly beneath me. With the way her hot center squeezes my cock, I know I’ll follow soon after.