Lie To Me
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Before I can answer, he shoves his whole dick into the back of my throat and I thank the Deep Throating Gods for not giving me a gag reflex. I moan around him and wink at him. I grab the back of his thighs and use that to take him in and out of my mouth. He moans and thrusts his hips into my face.
“I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna take it, right? You’ll swallow every drop I give you.”
I nod around him and then return my focus on giving him a world class blowjob. Garrett’s thigh tense as I pull a hand away and grip his shaft with it. I shuttle my hand up and down his dick and match the movements with my sucking him in and out.
“Fuck, cupcake. I’m cumming. Get ready.”
I brace myself from the invasion as he spurts his release down my throat. I continue to suck on his cock even as he comes to prolong it.
Garrett
Hot mother fucking damn. Liz gives good dome.
Even after I have cummed all down her throat, she’s still sucking on me.
“Baby, fuck-” I grit out of my teeth and look down at her as she licks her lips and separates from me.
Liz’s cheeks are puffy and red while her lips are swollen from my dick. I look at her while she stands up and my mouth drops when she opens her mouth. My fucking load is being held in her mouth and before I say anything, she swallows loudly. “Fuck…” Liz licks her lips and makes a show of it too.
I put myself back in my pants and shiver from how sensitive my dick is. “God damn, girl. Where have you been all of this time?”
“I haven’t given head in a long time. I take it, I’m still good at it?”
I’m a selfish mother fucker because I’m very happy that she hasn’t done that in a while but I don’t want to ask what her while is. I’m nervous as hell to know the truth.
“Shit, you got me dangling from a cloud right now.” She smiles and winks at me. “Get over here and give me your mouth.”
When she’s standing in front of me, I grip her face in my hands and kiss her with all of my strength. My tongue barges through her seam and I stroke her tongue with my own. Many people would be disgusted to kiss their girl after she swallowed, however- I think it’s hot. I love that she wanted me so much to swallow me.
It’s windy coming off of the ocean but my skin is red hot with lust. With my hands, I reach down and grab the back of her thighs. Liz wraps her body around me and kisses me more passionately. I can feel the wet heat of her as she grinds down on me.
“Shit, Garrett. You got me so horny. You got a condom?”
Fuck me. I don’t. “No, sorry. Let me finger you off.” I drop her to the sand and it splatters against my pants. It wasn’t until this moment that I remembered we are on a very public beach. The noise from the ocean breaks through my fog and the noise from the outside does as well. I hear the waves crash against the banks of sand.
“Give me your hand.” Liz sticks her hand out and once I place mine in there, she drags it down her body. “I will show you how I like to be touched.”
God damn. This girl is about to make me fucking choke on my tongue.
Our hands dance down her body and she guides my fingers to take up her skirt of the dress. I feel her tremble when my finger touches her bare skin. She’s not wearing underwear and I wish I would have known this during dinner. What the fuck am I talking about? If I would have known, I would have feasted between her thighs.
Just as I’m about to touch her where she wants me to, my phone goes off signifying the second part of my shift.
“I gotta go. Let’s get you home.”
I don’t miss the look of disappointment on her face. Only if Liz knew how disappointed I am as well. Well, maybe I can always come by her house later.
Fuck. Probably not because then she will think this is a booty call or something.
Liz
Of course he would have to leave now. Right when shit was about to get good. I meant what I said when I was giving him head. It has been a long time since I have given one and… Fuck.
He leads me to his bike and I climb on it while securing my skirt around my thighs. The vibrations from the bike makes my pussy tingle and beg for release. Well, at least he got off and now I’m the one begging for the release.
Fuck Garrett. Taking me out on a romantic dinner and then receiving a world class blow job to just leave me. I’m calling Jerry when I get home. This is bull shit. At least with Jerry, I always get off.
Garrett idles the bike as I climb off the back and he leans in to kiss my cheek before leaving. He really just left without saying a god damned word? That’s fucking stupid. What, he got what he wanted from his little sister’s best friend and now he’s done?
It’s not missed by me that he doesn’t have my number and I don’t have his. I will be damned if I call Audrey and ask her for his number. Hell no. She’ll freak out if she knows anything about it.
Instead of calling Jerry over, I text my friend Matt.
Me: Whatcha doin? Come over. Bring beer
Matt: Bossy little bitch why
Me: Please? I got dirt
Matt: what kinda dirt
Me: best kind, mine
Matt: you’re buying me breakfast in the morn. be there soon
Me: thanks
Twenty minutes later, Matt walks through the door. I love him. He’s flamboyantly gay but he gives the best advice. Luckily for me, he’s helped me big time with the come to Jesus regarding my sexuality and helped me get that it’s okay to not put labels on it.
Matt’s bleached blond head floats over the couch and he sits himself next to me. There isn’t much of a height difference between us but he’s gorgeous. Too bad we only have a sibling love.
The beer is sat before us on my table and he leans over to grab two. He pops the tops off of both and hands me one. “What happened now?”
“Well, I went on a date with Audrey’s brother…”
He claps his hands excitedly and takes a pull off of his beer. I follow suit and then begin. “He showed up at work and kissed the bejesus out of-”
“Your pussy?”
I wish. “No! Stop interrupting me! And then he demanded we go to dinner. He kept asking me about Jerry and the club… I told him I don’t do titles or labels and he got all weird on me.”
“Well, baby girl, it sounds like he might like you…”
I think for a second and then stretch my neck. “Yeah, I don’t know. We go to the new restaurant on the beach and it’s beautiful.”
“What did you eat?”
“God damnit, Matt, I’m about to stop telling you!” Once he promises to stop interrupting me, I continue. I tell him about dinner and I tell him about the beach. I even tell him about the sexy blow job I gave to Garrett.
“So, then what’s the problem, chica?”
“The problem, chico, is that he just dumps me off at home. It’s like he got what he wanted and now he’s done with me.” I drink the remaining contents of my beer bottle and look at him.
He tilts his head to the side as well and grimaces. “I think there is a lot more to what is going on in this situation. You should probably talk to him.”
“No! I don’t want to talk to him. Who’s side are you on?”
Matt adjusts himself in his position and leans over to me. He places his hands on my knees and grabs my attention. “I think you are upset about this because you like him.”
I shake him off and glare defiantly at the television. “Hand me another beer.”
I make sure to remind myself to tell Audrey tomorrow that I’m coming to stay for the weekend. It’s decided and I need a break from here. Plus, I miss my best friend.
That night, when I actually fall asleep, I dream of Garrett. I’m as confused about it as the rest of you, believe me. I dream that he comes to me and holds me while I’m sleeping. I dream that I get to kiss all of his scars that mar his body while licking them so they become clean. I dream that he actually feels something for me.
The next morning, I know what my pro
blem is and why I’m so upset that he left like that. It’s because I was hoping that he actually felt something for me. Even if I don’t do labels or titles, I was hoping that he liked me. I poured a lot of energy into that blow job, I expected him to show his appreciation. Some how.
After my shower, I get dressed for work. While I’m putting on my makeup, I look in the mirror and notice the bags under my eyes. My blue eyes look dull and my skin looks lack lustered. Now I remember why I don’t do labels.
Labels mean that you care about someone and that one person has the opportunity to destroy you.
I’m bullet proof. Fuck Garrett.
Garrett
As soon as I get out of my car at the precinct, I know the rest of my shift is about to go to hell. By the time I have made it to the door to the building, I have successfully spilled my Red Bull all down the front of my uniform.
Now, I have to work the rest of my shift smelling like Red Bull.
“Yo, bro. How did your date go?” Baron asks as he punches my arm.
Oh great. My date. “Pretty fucking awesome, B. But I forgot to get her number.” The date happened yesterday and I’m still thinking about it. It sizzled out pretty fast when I had to leave for the second half of my shift.
He shrugs and walks over to his desk. “Well, what’s her name? Maybe we can search her or something.”
Fuck. I’m going to have to tell him who I went out with before he gets creepy. “You promise to not tell Audrey?”
“Yeah, bro. Of course. What’s up?”
“I took Liz, Ben’s sister, out for dinner tonight.”
He throws his head back and laughs at me. “You did? That’s awesome. She’s hot. But not your type? What’s up with that?”
“I know, man. Ever since I saw her at the club, I have been wanting to talk to her.”
“You gotta tell Audrey before she finds out from Liz. You know how she’s weird.”
Part of me agrees with my brother because I know Audrey will flip the hell out but… We’re all adults. And I want Liz in every manner of the word “want.” It’s almost embarrassing how I have been thinking about her all day and night. I can smell her pussy on my finger and I stop myself a few times with smelling it.
Man, I would have loved to dive my face in her smooth and bare pussy and feasted on it. And then after her cum drips from my mouth down my chin, then and only then, would I fuck her wild.
From spending the time with her, I’m happy to learn that she is not a lesbian but an equal opportunist. However, the idea of fucking her while she’s fucking other guys makes me want to stab a mother fucker. Even the idea of her fucking a woman makes me a little edgy.
God damn it. What’s wrong with me?
“Michaels, both of you!”
Baron and my head snap up to see our shift captain staring at us. Quickly, I get out of my chair and walk over to her with my brother on my toes. It’s bound to be something about a case.
“You’re on patrol, the both of you. Malik is not coming in this shift. I need you to be out on the look out tonight. We’ve had several weird calls about a house on Jefferson. Take the nondescript car and dress in plain clothes. Check in with me when you get to Jefferson. That’s all.” Being the only female shift captain, I think she tries to be more authoritative than is necessary.
She’s about thirty and tall for a female. Carrie Carlson isn’t the type of woman who would let someone push her around so I try to be on best behavior with her. Carrie has red hair and a curvy body. Up until I seen Liz, I would have said I’m attracted to her.
Baron and I walk out to our new car for tonight and I let him drive. It’s not worth listening to him bitch about my driving for the next few hours. “What do you think is happening on Jefferson?”
I buckle my seat belt and chug the rest of my Red Bull. “I got no idea, bro. Hopefully it’s not something crazy.”
He chuckles and starts the car. “Let’s hope those bastards put gas in this bitch. I hate how it eats up the gas.”
The last few times that we took this car, the gas was almost all gone and we left the credit card at the precinct. It fucking sucked because we used our own money to put gas in the car.
“Did you hook up with the red head at the gym?” I ask as I finish the last of my Red Bull. Once it’s empty, I throw it in the back and stretch my neck out. All of this stress from work has got me in a kink.
“Yeah, bro. What they say about red heads is true. It was pretty hot.”
Yep, Baron the whore. I knew he would have had sex with her. “Did you use a condom or did the faithfull day where you knock a bitch up happen?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
He drives us towards Jefferson and I look at my phone. I’m hoping to have heard something from Liz but I doubt it seeming as she doesn’t have my number. I’m a mother fucking dumb ass for not getting her number.
Wait a minute. I remember this street from earlier yesterday.
“I’m gonna call the captain.” I pull up the dialer on my phone and punch in the code for the precinct that gets an officer in touch with the leader on shift. She answers on the first ring.
Her smoke filled voice rings through and I want to laugh and tell her that she needs to quit.
I used to smoke a pack a day while I was in that fucking sand country. It was the only thing that brought me any type of comfort. The really messed up part is the fact that I still crave a ciggarette when I’m stressed out. Like right the hell now.
“Michaels, what’s up?”
Baron creeps to a crawl and shifts his head to the side to signify the house that we might be here to check out. “We’re on Jefferson. What’re we looking for?”
“There is reason to believe that there is a house that is selling cocaine out of it. It’s a run down piece of shit house that looks like it’s been abandoned. I want you guys to take a look and see if you can see any signs about it.”
“10-4.”
Liz
Working the night shift is something that I hate. You would think with my mother being the governor, I would get special treatment. It doesn’t work that way. My mother has this obsession with my having to pave my own path so there are no hand outs.
Speaking of my mother, she’s on the phone right now telling me how perfect this guy is that she found for me. “Elizabeth Charlotte, I found you the greatest man. He’s a Senator’s son. I will hook it up for you.”
I roll my eyes and silently curse myself for calling her on her birthday like a good daughter. “Uh, I can’t.” I refuse to give her more information than that and I hear her huff.
“It’s time for you to settle down, darling.”
Well. Imagine my surprise when Garrett passes through my brain. Damn it. I thought I purged him out. “Mom, I have to go to work. I will see you later. Happy birthday. Love you!” The words fly out of my mouth fast as I climb out of my car. I can’t stand to listen her discuss how I’m not living to my full potential because I’m not a doctor or whatever.
I pull into the parking lot that is across from the house where I do my clinicals. Typically at night, I don’t have to worry about too much in the way of having to provide care. Most of the time, Tim is sleeping and I’m just having to fend off his sons.
This family is a family full of sad stories. It breaks my heart (hey, it’s small but it’s there) what his sons are doing to their dad. Tim has been handicapped most of his adult life to the point where he needs a live in nurse. His sons are using his disability to their advantage by selling drugs out of here. I sincerely doubt that his sons even care about their dad. If they did, they would have used this drug money that they’re making and move their dad some place safe.
The neighborhood has gone to shit as of the last decade. Everyone that had money has now left to bigger and better neighborhoods and even I won’t live here. My parents and Ben have tried repeatedly to get me a new placement but I can’t do it. Tim needs me and he doesn’t have anyone to take care of him. Since the ne
ighborhood is so sketchy, nobody wants to work or even do their clinicals here.
I knock on the door of their house and cringe at how repulsive this house looks. The door creaks open and Allen appears. He’s one of the nicer of Tim’s three sons and I would rather have to deal with him than the others. At least Allen takes care of his dad during the few hours it takes to cover the shift changes.
“Hey, Liz. How are you?” Allen’s thug voice rakes over my body. He’s white but I think he thinks he’s a gangster or something. His hair is braided in cornrows and a too big white tee. His blond hair is blonder than mine and he has beautiful blue eyes with dark eyelashes. Many people would be jealous of his blue eyes but the eyelashes are something that I’m jealous over.