by Vanna King
I don’t normally give a shit about what others think of me as long as it doesn’t affect my business, but I do care about what others think of Rizzy. Our body language might give us away easily and people would surely talk. I don’t want her hurt by malicious eyes and wagging tongues.
My shop is quite known in the whole of San Diego as I have rich ass folks for clients who are car enthusiasts. RevUp is not only a sophisticated auto repair shop but it’s known for remodeling and customizing expensive cars. As a consequence, a lot of people know me, too. I have a player reputation in this town which I regret now because it might catch up on me and hurt Rizzy, but I can’t undo my past. Some women I’ve been with like Trista would deliberately talk shit about her for spite. But I’ll face all that for my baby girl. I just don’t want her hurt in any way.
That’s not my only concern. My greater fear is Jerry finding out. I have to decide what to do next. Fast. Should I marry Rizzy before Jerry finds out? That would surely piss him off tenfold. If I ask him for Rizzy’s hand in marriage, would he accept?
These thoughts make me shake like a coward inside but I refuse to dwell on these for now. I will deal with all that in the coming days. I just want to enjoy my baby for now, bask in our newfound joy in each other.
We spent most of the weekend exploring each other’s body. After I’ve licked every inch of her and made her come in several ways, I let her explore my body to her heart’s content, as well. She’s specifically obsessed with how to make my cock hard in all sorts of ways and I gladly taught her how to blow me good. She’s been playing with my cock all day she probably knows it better than I do now.
“Which is more pleasurable, a blow job or intercourse?” she asks.
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“It’s rather unfair to ask me that when you’re holding my cock hostage in your hand with you tongue torturing it for close to an hour now.”
She grins. “Torturing?” She swipes at my cock head with her little tongue and gives my pole a few pumps with her hand. “Let’s see…”
I groan, holding her face gently, moving her long hair away so that I can see her pink little mouth trying to swallow as much of my length as she can. She’s been trying to, but to no avail. Fully erect, I’m nine inches long, probably a bit more every time I’m inside her, and she was a virgin who hasn’t held a cock in her life two nights ago. But good fucking Lord, she’s persistent.
She releases my cock from her mouth with a pop, her saliva coating it. “So?”
I’m breathing deeply from holding off my ejaculation, indulging her inquisitiveness. She’s so fucking adorable I can’t thank the Lord enough how lucky I am to have her, a little nymph who matches my sexual appetite, one that I love more than my own life.
“I like what you’re doing to me. It’s very good, baby. You can make me come with it, as you well know by now.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
My hand cups her pussy. Fuck, so soft. My cock lurches in her hand but I’ve been pounding her cunt since the other night she finally complained of soreness today. I’ll let her heal for a day or two.
“With you though, I love intercourse more.”
“Why?”
“Because…” I swallow. “Because when I’m inside you, I feel safe…and free…and when I come, I feel like I belong. To you.”
She’s reduced me to cheesy talk, this little enchantress, but I don’t care. I’ve longed to be cheesy with someone and now, here I am.
“Is that all?”
“Because when I’m inside you, I’m truly making love. It’s not just my body that’s being pleasured, my soul, as well.”
She rewards me with a beatific smile, and fuck, it does things to me. Beautiful things.
“You’ve never made love?”
I hand her the greatest weapon she can use against me. “Before you, no.”
Her eyes are now moist, but I know it’s happiness in her heart.
She moves above me and kisses my lips gently. “I love you, too.”
And just like that, she binds me to her irrevocably.
RIZZY
I open the door on the third buzz, expecting the pizza delivery man.
Instead, it’s Derek who’s standing at the door.
“Derek!” I squeak, not expecting his presence tonight.
“I’ve been calling you all day since yesterday. You never answered.”
Indeed he was, but I was too busy with my lover and I didn’t want any interruption of any form in our little cocoon of paradise.
“Uhm…” I feel awkward. I honestly don’t know how to answer him. I remember what Ry told me. Don’t give him false hopes. He’s right. I should be honest with Derek and not waste his time anymore.
“I’m sorry, Riz. I know it’s late. It’s just that…I was worried. And I’m leaving for the academy tomorrow.”
“I see…”
“Baby, is that our pizza?”
I freeze. Derek has this blank look on his face as though he has difficulty processing what’s unfolding before him.
Ry appears at the door. He’s not wearing a top.
“Derek,” he addresses our unexpected guest formally.
Derek is still speechless.
Ry snakes his arm around my waist, deliberately driving the message to Derek. “Did you want something, Derek?” he asks, his voice challenging.
Derek seems to collect his wits. “Uh…no…I was just checking on Rizzy.”
“Why?”
“Uh, never mind. I’m going. Sorry to bother you, guys. Bye, Riz.”
He turns away so fast he nearly trips on the steps. He hops on his bike and wheels away, disappearing into the night.
Ry closes the door.
“Now he knows,” he says.
“Yeah,” I reply, biting my lower lip.
He tilts my chin so that I’ll meet his eyes. “What are you thinking?”
“He’s a nice guy.”
He tenses. “And?”
“He obviously likes me. A lot.”
His fingers tighten on my chin. “And?”
I smile, loving the possessive look in his eyes. “But I’m taken.”
He doesn’t smile back. “Yes, you are.”
He unlaces my robe and cups my breasts, squeezing the globes. “You answered the door like this?”
I’m naked underneath from my recent shower. But my robe is long and thick I didn’t think anything of it.
“What if it was an intruder?”
“It wasn’t. It was only Derek.”
He lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his hips and backs me on the door.
“Don’t ever do that again,” he says gruffly. I can feel his hand moving under my ass. “Promise me.”
I feel his hardness rubbing against my pussy, drawing out my juices. They flow for him quickly. He hasn’t entered me since last night. He said he won’t until tomorrow but maybe he’s changed his mind. I want him to change his mind.
“I can’t bear the thought of anybody else touching you, baby. You’re mine.”
“I swear I won’t do it again.”
He finds my opening and thrusts up.
I gasp. Oh God, he’s so big.
“I promised I won’t enter you until tomorrow but I can’t help myself, baby doll. I want you so much. I want your tight little cunt around my cock.”
I’m beside myself as he slowly lowers me on his shaft. With my entire weight supported by his arms, I’m helpless as he impales me. This is a totally new sensation, and oh my God!
“Ry! Ohhh!” I hold on to his shoulders.
“Christ, baby, you have no idea how good you feel around me.”
“I do. It feels as good with you inside me, stretching me.”
He growls and he starts bouncing me on his incredibly hard cock. He’s so strong. I discover a whole new level of pleasure. I feel so full of him as though he’s reaching my womb with every thrust.
“I
want your baby. Give me your baby.” The words tumble out of my lips wantonly.
His eyes smolder even more. “God, yes!” he growls, his eyes scorching me. “Kitkat…my Kitkat.”
He increases his speed and I’m holding on to him for dear life as he takes me roughly. I love it. I love him so much.
We kiss roughly, sucking, biting, as we climb to the highest high.
“Baby, so wet, so fucking tight… can’t get enough of your tight cunt…” His chant of dirty words punctuated by the savage movements of his hips push me swiftly to the summit.
I sob into his neck, my orgasm washing over me in tumultuous waves.
He follows me shortly, calling my name as his hips press hard, his body shaking. I feel him fill me to overflowing and my inner walls try to contain every drop of his precious seed inside me.
I sag in his arms, weak in the aftermath of such mind-numbing pleasure.
I’m almost sure we’ve made a baby.
Chapter Nine
RIZZY
Anika has been giving me the strange looks all morning. I’m almost sure Derek told her something. I don’t know what she’d think of it. Would she be judgmental? I really like Anika and I’d like to keep our friendship but if she judges me for loving who I want to love, then our friendship is not meant to be.
By mid-afternoon, I couldn’t stand her silence and meaningful glances anymore.
“Is there something you wanted to ask me, Nika?”
She looks a bit rattled by my sudden question. “I…Uhm, Riz…”
“Out with it. Did Derek tell you?”
She nods.
“Well?” I watch her face intently, bracing for the worst.
“He really likes you. He’s disappointed, obviously.”
“I’m sorry,” I say. What else can I say?
“No, don’t be. But are you really…?”
She lets the question hang.
“Yes,” I tell her point-blank. I don’t want to keep her guessing and come to all sorts of wrong conclusions.
“I love him. I’ve been in love with him for ages.”
“But…he’s almost as old as my dad!”
I smile. “Not as old. And so?”
“Nothing…Well, He’s really handsome though.”
“Yes, he is.”
“But he’s old!”
I laugh. “He’s not old, silly. He’s thirty-five.”
“He was already in high school when you were born.”
“Age doesn’t matter when you’re in love.”
Anika rolls her eyes. “Duh.”
“Cliche, I know, but it’s true.”
Anika shrugs. “Poor Aunt Trista.”
I pause from loading the shelf with boxes of antibiotics.
“Ops, sorry. You didn’t know?”
I shrug, fighting the curiosity inside me. “I’m sure it happened before us.”
“Yeah.”
Silence.
I couldn’t help it. I want to know. “So…you’ve seen them together?”
“Yeah…”
Silence.
“Nika, tell me.”
“I don’t want to upset you.”
“You won’t upset me. I just want to know what went down between them.”
“Well, if you insist. I remember, two years ago, they dated, sort of. Aunt Trista was telling everyone they were going to get married. Then Aunt Trista left town and didn’t come back for a long time.”
“And?”
“That’s all I remember. I guess it wasn’t meant to be.”
So they were planning to get married? They got that far. Marriage is a huge step in a relationship. Their relationship was serious. Somehow that rankles big time.
I don’t want to be affected but I can’t help but worry. Trista is probably Ry’s age, beautiful, sexy. I feel too young and inexperienced compared to that woman who exude confidence and sophistication. And based on what I’ve seen on two occasions, Trista still has a thing for Ry. Ry assured me I’m his only girl now but…
Just then, Trista walks into the drugstore.
“Speak of the devil…” Anika whispers then plasters a big smile on her face.
“Hi, Aunt Trista!”
“Hey, darling.”
Trista’s face hardens when she spots me behind Anika near the cashier’s counter. Her face changes from cheerful to hostile. Trista knows I’m her biggest competition. I can’t say the feeling is mutual but you’ll never know.
“Oh, you work here?” Trista remarks, giving me a once-over. The woman is dressed to the nines in what looks like designers and I’m in my uniform of white shirt with the drugstore’s logo, a fitting black skirt and my feet in white Skechers. I don’t want to feel insecure but it’s hard not to. I hate the thought that this woman knew Ry intimately before.
I keep calm. Anika glances at me nervously. “Looking for something?” Anika chirps at her aunt, trying to dispel the tension.
Trista walks over to a shelf, picks up some items and approaches the cashier’s counter.
She lays down several packets of condom. The XXL ones.
Trista is looking at me tauntingly. I hope my cheeks aren’t flaming red with my rising temper.
Anika grins. “Got a date tonight?”
“Yep. A little reunion with a big man.”
Anika giggles and encodes the items into the cash register. She then puts the condoms in a small plastic bag and hands it to Trista.
The woman smiles gloatingly. “I’ll see you later, Nika.”
“Bye, Aunt Trista.”
I watch Trista sashay out of the drugstore, her well-endowed figure leaving a whiff of expensive perfume in the air. She climbs into her white Porsche at the parking lot and drives away.
“I’m glad she’s seeing someone new. I’d hate for her to be pining for Ryland still knowing she can’t have him again,” Anika remarks.
But I know Trista isn’t pining.
The woman means to take Ryland back and she was letting me know it.
RYLAND
I walk into my office and find Trista sitting on top of my table. In her red bandage dress, she looks out of place amid the stacks of paper and car parts samples scattered all over the room.
I continue wiping the grease from my hands. The shop is on full schedule today. I really don’t have time for this, but I guess something needs to be said between us. I’m having a new chapter in my life and I don’t want any loose ends from the previous chapter messing with it.
“Hello, Trista. Trouble with your car?” I greet her casually.
She eyes me from the bottom up, lingering at my middle, giving me that look she used to give me when she wanted sex. I don’t welcome it anymore. I feel as though she’s visually violating my private space.
“I want you back.”
That’s what I like about her. She always cuts to the chase. Makes it easier for me to return the favor. “I’m afraid that’s no longer possible.”
She pushes her body from the table and slowly approaches me. She’s almost as tall as I am in her killer heels. I wonder what she’s doing back in town when Los Angeles suits her better. Trista will never survive a month in this sleepy town. She only stayed before because she couldn’t get booty from me unless she came to town.
“Why? Give me one good reason why I can’t have you anymore.”
The woman needs to hear the facts.
“Because I’m taken.”
She looks at me with a frozen sneer on her face, then she bursts out laughing.
“By that teenager?”
I go defensive. “You have a problem with that?”
I’m ready for her outburst but I’ll be damned if I’d let her disrespect Rizzy in any way.
But she stays cool. She walks over to me and places her hands on my chest. My skin crawls. I no longer welcome anybody else’s touch on my body except Rizzy’s. But I remain a gentleman. This conversation will end on my terms and I hope to never see this woman again in the sam
e situation.
“Kindly take your hands off of me, Trista,” I tell her coldly.
That gets to her. Her eyes flare in anger. Trista doesn’t take well to rejection. Well, who does? But it has to be done. Like what I asked Rizzy to do to Derek, I don’t want to give Trista any false hopes.
“You don’t really mean that, Ry.” Her voice turns sultry as her hands trace my pecs through my shirt. “I remember how you used to want me doing this…”
I grip both her hands and lift them off my body. “That part of my life is ages ago and I barely recall it. Have a little respect for yourself, Trista and leave. I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t force me to. Respect my decision. We’re done.”
Her tough facade cracks. Her eyes glisten with tears.
“I came back for you, Ry.”
Shit.
She hugs me.
“Trista—“
“I regret what I did. I shouldn’t have left. I tried to forget you but I couldn’t.”
I try to remove her arms from around me but she clings to me tighter.
“Trista, please—“
“I’ll change! I’ll come back here, transfer my business here to be with you. I just want you back. Ry, please, give me another chance. Give us another chance.”
“No, Tris. I’m sorry but I love her.”
“No! You can’t possibly expect that to work out? She’s too young for you Ry. She’s Anika’s age, for God’s sakes!”
“Take you hands off him!”
Double shit!
Rizzy is at the door, her eyes on fire.
I manage to push Trista away from me.
Rizzy marches toward us looking like bloody murder.
“Get out!” she spits at Trista, pointing at the door.
But Trista scoffs at her. “You don’t own this place, bitch.”
Rizzy smiles evilly, glancing at me briefly. “No?”
Trista wraps her arms around mine. I want to shake her off but she’s strong, desperation driving her. “Ry owns it. We’re old friends. And you are?”
