The Dark Scarlett

by Aven Jayce

  “His will was probably years old, I’m not surprised you were in it. Do you have a check or what?”

  “A settlement check came while you were out of town, it’s in one of the drawers of our dresser. It feels dirty. For a few days I pretended I didn’t have it; out of sight, out of mind, until David started being a dick and was a constant reminder that it was in my possession.”

  “Let’s take it to the bank tomorrow, and then Haverty and I can figure out how to get it to him. I don’t want you dealing with too much of this, okay?”

  Her hand brushing across my arm sends chills through my body, and she nods in agreement.

  “Next time, if I’m out of town, promise me you’ll tell Haverty.”

  “Promise,” she whispers. “But there’s not going to be a next time.”

  “I hope you’re right about that.” I let my breath run softly down her neck while I unzip the back of her dress in an attempt to change the mood. “You’ve had this on since yesterday. Let’s shower, then sometime today we need to visit my mother.”

  The dress slides effortlessly to the floor as we stand and head for the stairs. I let her walk in front of me so I can stare at her perfect ass on the way up. Like most women, she complains that it’s too big, but to my eyes, it’s stunning, something I fantasize about sometimes when I jack off. I love sliding my dick between it when we spoon at night. She’s crazy if she believes a bony ass would be better than her padding; kind of like the difference between pushing my dick inside a moist crème cake roll, or sliding it into a jar of peanuts. Shit, good thing I didn’t say that out loud. She’d call me a nut job, literally.

  “You looking at my ass?”

  “Always?”

  “Licking your lips?”

  “Hopefully licking your lips soon.”

  With my last comment and our first step into the bedroom, our hands are all over one another in an all out fight for who’ll be in control of this fuck session. Thank God, I’m forgiven.

  She slips a hand inside my boxers and strokes my dick while my hands cradle her head. Our lips meet and a synchronized moan fills the room.

  “I want to fuck you,” I whisper. “What a shithead I was last night... to treat you in such a way... let me make it up to you. Tell me what you want, what you desire. I’ll do anything.”

  “Mmm, so it’s my turn?”

  “Anything. Just tell me how you wanna be pleasured.” I nibble at her neck and run my fingers across her stomach as she guides me into the bathroom.

  “Get the tub ready while I relieve myself. Lights out, candles, music, the works. No cock, just your hands on me, caressing my body. I want intimacy, not a fuck.”

  “Whatever you say, the morning’s yours,” I smile, glad to start the day over with this moment.

  The kidney-shaped tub in our bathroom is custom made out of copper and rests on a pile of warming stones. It’s positioned just slightly away from the far wall, with radiant heat underneath that keeps both the stones and, in turn, the water in the tub a pleasant temperature.

  I prepare everything as requested. Fill the tub, add a handful of lavender bath beads, light a few candles, and set our surround sound to a tranquil station, then I toss my clothes aside and slip into the tub. Maybe we can be romantic.

  She seems pleased when she joins me in the water. Her body glides in and her back lies against my chest; her hair up, neck exposed, while my arms and legs surround her figure. Ah, she’s so fucking sweet. I don’t know how the hell she can stay with a drunken asshole like myself. I know she wants to save me, but I’m the only one who can do that.

  “I’m sorry again about David,” she says, turning her head to see my expression.

  “It’s okay, Soph, you’re right. It’s not like I gave you a chance when I got home. I kind of understand that now. You were probably frightened as well, which certainly hasn’t made things easier on you.” I rub her shoulder with one hand and run my nose along her skin. She smells like the Scarlett; a mix of liquor and women’s perfume, with a touch of musk from the men. My dick is set off as her flesh touches mine. “So tell me, do you still love me?” I ask.

  “Always. Even when you’re a prick.”

  I grin and reach my good hand down to her clit. Those words along with her exhale are bittersweet to my ears.

  “I don’t know what it is about you, Cove Everton, maybe if you weren’t able to get a stiffy all hours of the day I’d leave you. But, you know... it’s hard to find a cock that works as well as yours.”

  “I love it when you talk dirty to me,” I groan into her ear. “So, Mrs. Everton, you wanna play?”

  “With you touching my vag, and the two of us in this serene space, do you have to ask? Yes, play with me, damn it.”

  My fingers caress her clit and then tease their way between the folds of her slick dark hole. Man, I wish my entire body could crawl inside her pussy and just curl into a little ball.

  “Your cock’s being awfully fidgety back there. Thinking about something?”

  “You know it. Now hush and focus on my fingers, not my dick.”

  She sets her head on my shoulder and slides her body down until she finds a comfortable spot. A thin white foot pokes out of the water and comes to rest on the edge of the tub as she steadies herself in anticipation. I put pressure on her G, one of many spots that drive her wild. Some women never get off on that, but Soph’s extra sensitive. If the moment were right, one flick of my tongue inside her sweet pussy and she’d cum.

  “Oh, nice moves this morning,” she groans. “That finger of yours is my bestie.”

  “Your bestie, huh? I have a feeling you’ve got quite a few besties. Here, remember this one?” I slide a second finger in and laugh at her cute puppy growls and feminine whimpers that echo through the room. “And then there’s this guy,” my thumb rubs her clit and she’s off, out of the starting gate and chasing the wild rabbit to the finish line. Her hands clutch my shoulders as her hips thrust for more.

  “My beautiful woman,” I whisper and kiss her neck. “Let yourself go.”

  I keep an eye on her foot. When it curls back I know I’ve got her; that’s when she’s about to tumble over the peak. It straightens out first... she’s close, almost there. My fingers combat one another for the fastest speed while she’s under my control. It’s this point where she can’t turn back; she’s focused, barely able to speak until the rush takes over. I’m all-powerful right now. She’s mine.

  “Cove,” she mutters. “Babe.”

  Then I see it, her toes curl, and I feel her pussy clamp around my fingers. Little does she know I have a surprise for her. My free hand flips a switch on the wall and the massaging jets shoot through the water. I move her body to face the side of the tub and set her clit in front of a jet. She cries out and grips the edge in an all out wild thrash as she cums. Defeated.

  “Do it, Soph.” I demand and press my dick against her ass so there’s no escape from the bursts of water. With one arm wrapped across the front of her chest and my hand on her hip, I hold her tightly as she calls out in rousing gasps.

  “Cove.”

  Her orgasms are like storms. They roll in accompanied by fierce winds, lightning and thunder, sometimes a heavy hail, and disappear leaving light drops of rain.

  “That was a good one,” I whisper and kiss her cheek. My release sends her limp body sliding into the water. Her head appears a moment later and I sigh at the calm gaze in her eyes. She’s happy, pleased by my actions, and I smile at her sexy slicked back hair. How fucking lucky am I?

  “I want more,” she declares with a firm hold on my dick. “That was intimate and romantic, now I want a fuck.”

  With another flip of the switch the jets turn off and she’s in my arms. Water drips from our bodies, as I carry her to the bedroom and lay her face down on the bed.

  “Are you asking for crude? You want a good, hard, fuck?”

  “A rough fuck with a dash of love, please.”

  “So I can let the party
out of my pants?”

  She laughs at my figure of speech until I spread her legs and pack my dick inside of her with an abrupt jolt; changing her laughter to a gasp. She digs her nails into our comforter and playfully squirms to get away. The hell if I’ll let that happen.

  “Where you going? I thought you wanted it?” I tease. “Come on, what was it you called me yesterday? Colossus?”

  “Colossal!” She screams and laughs while her feet kick me in the ass. “You’re a nasty fuck, sometimes, Cove. I love it.”

  “I’m a nasty fuck... or I fuck nasty? Which is it?” I set my hand on her back and hold her down as I stick it to her doggy style.

  “Both. You really know how to use that thing.” She lifts her head and peers into our corner dressing mirror. The reflection exposes my flushed face. Red from the fuck, but also because her words make me blush. No other woman has made me feel as good about my body as she has.

  “You pride yourself in flattering me when we screw, don’t you?”

  Her grin answers my question as we watch one another’s faces reflected in the mirror; my body slamming into hers, while her eyes close and reopen in satisfaction.

  “Fuck, you feel good. Use your hand and cum for me again.”

  I hold my dick deep inside, enjoying the movement of her fingers next to my shaft. My groans spur an even greater arousal out of her as my dick drives away again, manipulating her deepest spots. Goddamn, I hope she really likes this... what the fuck does it feel like to her?

  “Get-up-and-go, Baby. Come on, cum for me.”

  “Don’t make me laugh, or I won’t be able to do it,” she grins.

  I wrap one arm around her chest; holding her close. “Alright my Dove, I’ll be sweet for you,” I say softly into her ear. “Can you feel every inch of me prying inside? You know how fucking hard I am right now... how I love your wet, slick, body narrowing around my dick, keeping me warm. Rub that clit of yours, move it with each slide I take.”

  “Ah, Jesus,” she wails with her face set against the mattress.

  “I think one of your fantasy men just arrived. Picture his tongue fluttering across your swelling clit while I pleasure you with my dick. The two of us having our way with you... oh you’re so fucking wet... cum.”

  Her body is as straight as a board, her hand moving at great speed.

  “You want me to cum with you? I’m close. Let me fill you, shoot into you... hell, you’re cumming aren’t you? Yesss,” I pant, as she whimpers. “Here I go, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking fill you.”

  Damn, I want her to feel this. It’s got to be just as good for her. One shot, then the next. “Fuck,” I moan. “Fuck, Soph... fuck.” My weight must be crushing, but I can’t stop; can’t move, or roll, or control my hips from their final thrusts.

  My heart pounds and my dick twitches inside her; sensitive to the pulsating flesh under her clit. I let her orgasm encase me until I can no longer handle the sensations, and pull out. My dick drips cum onto her back and I lick it off in a loving gesture.

  “Wow, you haven’t done that before.”

  “It wasn’t me, like I said, your fantasy man is here.”

  She rolls onto her back with a laugh. “We’re so fucked up, you know? I was so pissed at you just a little while ago, and now here we are, fucking away like rabbits.”

  “I enjoy it. Would you rather be normal, whatever that means?” I ask.

  “You mean go to work, come home, and ask how your day was, then you ask how my day was, then we have dinner and watch TV, and then go to bed and never touch one another? Nope. Never.”

  “Okay then. Who have you been thinking about when we fuck? Besides me, I mean.”

  “It’s a secret.”

  “Come on, just tell me.” I lie next to her and kiss her cheek playfully trying to get her to reveal her banging buddy. “Everyone thinks about other people when they fuck. It’s normal. Why would you fantasize about the person you’re with? I mean, you can have them in reality anytime you want.”

  “Yeah, it’s a natural thing, but it might not be normal to discuss it.”

  “Please.”

  “Oh, hell. Fine. Adam Levine.”

  “Ha, even I think about him sometimes when I jerk off. You and a million other women have that guy in your head.”

  “Forget I told you. What kind of fantasy is it if you know anyway? Now, I’m gonna picture you in the scene with him ‘cause now you know.”

  “Is that bad?”

  “Aargh, did you hear what I just said?” she jokes and rises from the bed. “This is a silly conversation.”

  “I kind of look like him,” I whisper.

  “You don’t look anything like him. Why would I masturbate to someone who looks like you anyway? What would the point of that be?”

  “Double the trouble, double the fun.”

  “Oh God, Cove,” she shakes her head and digs through the closet for a clean outfit to wear. “I am changing the subject now. Why don’t you tell me what David said to you last night? I know how he physically hurt you, and what he’s after, but what did he say?”

  “Nothing. He just wants his money.” Again, there she goes, back to a shitty subject without letting me enjoy my orgasm for more than a minute.

  “How long were you there?”

  “What does it matter?”

  “So you’re saying you walked in, he broke your fingers, said he wanted his money, and you left? What was that, like two minutes?”

  “Drop it.”

  “I want to know.”

  I’m silent while she’s in the closet until she pokes her head out and shoots me the evil eye. She steps out and leans against the doorframe, her arms crossed and her foot tapping the wood floor.

  “Cove?”

  “Okay, Soph.” I pause and clear my throat. “He said you’re with me because you have no one else. That you’re going to disappear now that you have your father’s money. That’s why I freaked out, especially since you never even mentioned the check to me. I felt played by everyone.”

  “So, you didn’t trust me?” she whispers.

  “I was angry that you didn’t tell me, not about David playing tricks on my drunken brain.”

  “But his words made you second guess me, our relationship, everything?”

  “No. It’s not like that,” I sigh and place an arm over my face, shielding my eyes from the late morning light that’s finally decided to make an appearance. And there it goes, disappearing behind the clouds. Damn, take me with you. “Fuck, Soph. I was wasted.”

  “Did you punish me with that nasty fuck in the car because I kept David a secret, or because you thought I was a whore who was using you?”

  “Can we not fight again?” I plead, as my fingers and head pound with each beat of my heart.

  “Sounds boring,” she says.

  “Good. We need boring.”

  “Cove, answer me.”

  “Probably a little bit of both. I was in a state of confusion last night, and we’ve talked through it. Let it go.”

  She opens the drawer to our dresser and tosses an envelop onto my chest. “You keep it. I don’t want or need anyone’s money.”

  “I shouldn’t have told you. Next time I’ll just lie.”

  “Don’t be a fucker.”

  “Don’t go back to being a bitch.”

  “What the hell do you mean by that?”

  “I mean you’ve actually been supportive and sweet to me recently, but now you’re back to your asinine ways.”

  “Excuse me?” her voice angrier than a trapped wolverine. She crosses her arms once more and wrinkles her forehead. Shit.

  “Are you PMS-ing?” Oooh... that was the wrong thing to say. She races over and lands on top of me with her palms smacking my chest. I feel like a fucking Whac-A-Mole game. Her girly swats crack me up, which pisses her off even more. I grab her arm with one hand and flip her onto the bed then roll on top of her, covering her face with small kisses. It takes a few minutes, but I fina
lly get her to laugh.

  “Stop getting so upset about everything, alright?” I demand.

  “You’re one to talk. You need to stop drowning yourself in alcohol whenever you’re upset, alright?”

  “Fine.”

  “Fine.”

  We stare at one another with narrow eyes and furrowed brows, her wrists captured by my hands, her knee inching into my groin as a threat as to what may come if I try anything else. With more kisses and a bite of her chin she laughs again and finally relaxes.

  “David also said he could have my father sent back to prison,” I whisper.

  “Blackmail.”

  “Seems to happen a lot in my life.”

  “He’ll get his fucking money. Anything else you’re not telling me?”

  “Not that I can remember, how about you, Soph?” She struggles under my body for a moment and when I tighten my grip her knee hits my balls. Bulls-eye. “Dammit, what the fuck? Low blow, pounding me in the nuts like that.”

  Her eyes widen in a panic as her face turns a greyish white. “Hurry, get off!”

  As soon as she has enough space to slide away, she’s out from under me, and racing into the bathroom. The toilet seat flips upward, bangs against the back tank, and a split second later the sound of slush and slop hits the water.

  “Soph, you okay?” I call out. She pukes again and groans. “Haverty wants to know why the two of us vomit so much.” I say, walking over to help her. “I guess we should ask ourselves the same question.” Her hands are on the rim, which I find flat out repulsive considering all the urine and shit I’ve seen splashed on that thing, and her upchuck looks like blood, no doubt the cranberry juice from earlier.

  “I’m the one who should be hugging the porcelain crown, not you. And surprisingly, I only have a headache from my night of hell.” I hand her a towel and help her to the sink to wash up. “I thought you didn’t have anything to drink last night?”