Now and Forever

by Maxwell, Megan

  “Look at me.”

  Eric obeys and fixes his blue eyes on me while I feel every hair on his body stand on end thanks to what the man is doing to him. His body arches. The rough pleasure Jefrey is giving him, which he’s never tried before, livens him up. Suddenly, I notice Eric has one of his hands on Jefrey’s head. He pushes him lower on his penis. He wants more. I smile. My love gasps, and, crazy turned on, I push Jefrey away, straddle Eric, and ease him inside me.

  He grabs my hips and pulls me against him, desperate for his orgasm, while Jefrey and the woman watch. When my love lets out a moan, I thrust against him and he lets go.

  Lying on top of him, I wrap my arms around him and kiss him.

  “Good, darling?”

  “Yes, baby. You finally did it.”

  That makes me laugh. Suddenly, the door opens. Dexter comes in with a naked man. Eric stands up and gets into the shower while I stay on the bed. Diana can’t resist and starts touching me again. Dexter smiles and comes closer, showing me the little chains on his nipples. Without his needing to ask, I move my breasts close to him, and he pinches them with the clamps. Then he pulls on the chains and murmurs, “Goddess . . . turn me on.”

  Eric comes back to us and sits down on an armchair. I remember he wants to watch. The woman beside me whispers that she wants my vagina again. I agree and, lying on the bed, open my legs and guide her face toward it. Demandingly, I grab her by her hair while she sucks on me. I’m the one who determines the intensity this time. She grabs the chain between my breasts, and every time she sucks on my clitoris with her lips, she pulls down on the chain, and I cry out.

  We are a hot, sexy show for four men, and I love it. Dexter is breathing heavily, and Eric eats me up with his eyes. The men enjoy what they’re seeing between us, and I enjoy being watched.

  When my orgasm makes me convulse, Diana greedily sucks me again. Eric calls to her, takes her away from me, and tells her to straddle him. Like a god, all powerful, my master looks at me.

  “I want to see how they fuck you.”

  I look at the two men who’ve been watching me. They’ve put on condoms, and both climb up on the bed and start touching me while Eric lets himself go with the woman. Dexter comes closer to me, grabs me by the chain, and, pulling on it until he stretches my nipples as far as they’ll go, he hisses, taking it off me.

  “Let me make your ass red.”

  I turn around and offer it to him. After kissing it, he gives me six lashes. Three on each side. Then he lays his face against each cheek and feels their heat.

  “Now, goddess . . . now you’re ready.”

  Jefrey lays me down on the bed and sucks my stinging nipples. As strange as it seems, even though they hurt, the tingling I feel from his licks gets me off. The demand in Jefrey’s movements is exciting, and when the time is right, I get on top of him.

  “Offer him your breasts,” Eric says.

  I lean down over Jefrey, and my breasts go in his mouth. He sucks them, licks them, and gets them hard while the other man touches my waist and bites around my ribs. We stay that way a few minutes, until Jefrey, in my love’s attentive sight, penetrates me. He rocks me at will, and I gasp. Holding on to my waist, he moves me back and forth, and he lunges into me with no mercy. I’m drowning in sensation, and Eric doesn’t take his eyes off me.

  Suddenly, I feel the other man give me a slap, spread my buttocks, and fill me with lube. He confidently slides a finger into my anus and starts moving it while Jefrey penetrates me without stopping. I gasp. Eric stands. He gets up on the bed and comes close to me.

  “Are you ready, darling?”

  Burning hot, I nod, and then the other man puts his cock in my ass and starts pushing into me until he impales me completely. I gasp at the feeling of being filled completely before my love’s eyes. There’s no pain. Only pleasure. Again and again, the men push in and out of me, and I can’t get enough. Diana lies down on the bed, takes Eric’s huge erection, and sticks it in her mouth. She sucks it. She apparently enjoys it.

  “That’s right, darling . . . That’s right . . . Arch your back . . . ,” Eric murmurs to me, seemingly entranced by what he sees, until he lets out a manly groan and comes in her mouth.

  The men keep pushing deep inside me, and my body accepts them greedily. Dexter tells Jefrey to bite my nipples, and the one behind me to slap me. They do it at the same time as they fuck me. Again . . . and again . . . and again, until I come and they do too.

  Afterward, Eric kisses me. He makes the two men pull out of me, takes me by the waist, and carries me in his arms to the shower. The water falls over our bodies, and we don’t speak. My whole body is trembling. It has all been so hot and exciting, I can barely say a word. My Iceman brushes his hand against my face and murmurs, “All right, darling?”

  I nod and smile. It’s been amazing.

  We find each other with our mouths and eat each other up. Overcome, Eric penetrates me again. He takes me in his arms, and, under the stream of water from the shower, he makes me his. Trapped against the wall, my love pushes deep inside me again and again while my legs wrap around his waist as I crave more and more. We whisper naughty things into each other’s ears, and our desire grows. And when our orgasm makes us scream, we stay leaning against the wall. “You’re going to kill me, baby . . .”

  Eric lays me down on the floor, and the water keeps falling over our bodies while we recover. When we eventually get out of the shower and back to the room, I notice that Diana is now in the bed with the other two and Dexter is touching her. I ask Eric, “Is it always like this?”

  He nods and draws me close to his body.

  “Always. It’s a place to fulfill your fantasies.”

  Ten minutes later, Eric and I return fully dressed to the room with the bar. We’re happy and enjoying basking in the afterglow.

  After I have drunk a couple of Rum and Cokes, my bladder is about to explode, so I ask him where the ladies’ room is. He shows me, and when I enter, there are two women kissing each other. They look at me, but I just smile and go into a stall, sighing with relief as I pee. I hear more people walk into the restroom, laughing and whispering.

  “Oh yeah! Next Friday, I’m having dinner with Raimon Grüher and his parents. I finally got what I wanted. He’s going to ask me to marry him.”

  Shrieks of satisfaction. I laugh as another voice says, “Where are you going to dinner with them?”

  “The Trattoria da Vincenzo at seven o’clock. The perfect place, right?”

  “Wonderful.”

  “And exclusive.”

  “And so expensive.”

  Laughter again.

  “But, hey, I thought Raimon wasn’t your type. You like them younger.”

  “He’s not, honey, but his money is.” They both laugh, and I gasp. What a gold digger! “He’s not a man who drives me crazy in bed. At his age, what can you expect? But I’ve already solved that with his cousin Alfred and my own friends. In the end, it all stays in the family, right?”

  “Oh, Betta! You’re terrible.”

  Betta?

  Did she say Betta?

  My heart starts racing.

  “Look who’s talking. You’re no saint, behaving badly in this place without your husband. If Stephen found out, you’d get what’s coming to you.”

  I pull down my dress, since I’m not wearing panties because Eric tore them off, and I open the stall door. They all look at me, and I notice Betta is not surprised to see me. From the look on her face, I can tell she already knew I was in here. Before I can do anything, she pushes me, sending me crashing into the wall. But I’m fast. I grab her dress and pull her so she falls flat on the floor. Her friends start shrieking and run in search of help. The two women who were kissing scatter.

  When she falls by my side, I look at her hand. I see a ring shaped like a daisy, and, furious, I scream, “You touched him, you bitch? Did you touch Eric?”

  She smiles with malice.

  “You both liked it at the
time, right?”

  Her confirmation leaves me without words. I’ll kill her! I give her a slap and then another in front of the horrified face of a woman who’s just going into the stalls. Betta gets up off the floor, and though she’s taller than I am, I’m much quicker and more agile, so when she tries to escape, I throw her against the wall, trapping her against it.

  “How dare you touch him?” I scream.

  Betta screams when I twist her arm, and, suddenly, Eric grabs me and separates me from her. “For God’s sake, Jude! What are you doing?”

  With a ruffled look on her face and reproach in her eyes, Betta shrieks, “Your girlfriend attacked me.”

  “You bitch. You attacked me first.”

  “Liar!” Looking at Eric, she murmurs, “Darling, don’t believe her. I was in the restroom, and she came in and . . .”

  “Shut up, Betta!” Eric exclaims, furious.

  “‘Darling’? Did you call him ‘darling’?” I yell, pulling away from Eric’s arms. “Don’t call him ‘darling,’ bitch!”

  Eric holds me back again.

  “Don’t play her game. Look at me, Jude. Look at me.”

  “How dare you touch us? How dare you come close to him? To us?”

  “This is a public place, honey. It’s not exclusive to Eric and you.”

  “Betta, enough!” shouts Eric, not understanding what we’re talking about.

  I’m going to kill her.

  A furious Eric tries to calm me down. He pays no attention to Betta until she says, “This is the second time she’s attacked me. What’s wrong with her? Is she an animal?”

  That gets Eric’s attention.

  “The second time?”

  “Yes. At Anita’s store. Marta, your sister, was there, and she attacked me too. The two of them came after me and hit me and . . .”

  “You did what?” Eric asks, enraged.

  Ashamed to admit it, especially given how he’s looking at me, I answer, “Yes. She deserved it. It was her fault you and I broke up and . . .”

  Eric lets go of me and raises his hands to his head.

  “For God’s sake, Judith! We’re adults. How could you do something like that?”

  Shocked by how he’s taking it, I stare at him and seethe.

  “Whoever messes with me gets what they deserve. And this bitch messed with me.”

  Alerted to what’s going on, Frida rushes to the restroom. When she sees Betta, she doesn’t think twice. She slaps her.

  “Bitch! What are you doing here?” she yells.

  Betta looks around. There’s no one to help her.

  “I’m going to call the police and report you both.”

  “Call them then,” Frida and I say in unison.

  That idiot takes out her cell phone and shrieks in frustration, “Why is there no service here?”

  Frida and I laugh.

  “Get out of here. I’m sure you’ll have service outside. Go on . . . Call the police. It’ll be great for your future in-laws and your little husband to know you were here.”

  Andrés comes in, holds on to his wife, and scolds her. Frida protests and leaves the restroom angrily. She can’t stand Betta. Björn, who had been standing to one side of the door, murmurs when he sees his friend so angry.

  “This is over. Come on, let’s go back in,” Björn says.

  Eric isn’t saying a word when he leaves the restroom. Betta smiles. Incapable of keeping myself in check, I give her a shove that puts her back against the sinks.

  “I swear to God this won’t end here.”

  Once I stomp angrily out of the restroom, Björn grabs me by the arm and makes me look into his eyes. “That’s not how you fix things, precious,” he says.

  “What are you talking about? I don’t want to fix anything with that bitch!”

  “Never mind,” he says after I fill him in on what she did to me in Madrid and the split she caused between Eric and me. “Hell, I’m about to walk in there and slap her myself.”

  That makes me laugh. When he sees my face, Björn gives me a hug. Eric comes up, fury in his eyes, and hisses, “I’m going home. Are you coming with me, or are you staying with Björn to keep playing?”

  Surprised, I stare at him.

  “You asshole.”

  “Jude . . . ,” Eric says.

  “Don’t Jude me. What are you trying to insinuate when you say that?”

  Eric doesn’t answer. Björn, amused, pushes me toward Eric.

  “C’mon, lovebirds, finish the argument at home in bed!”

  We don’t speak in the car.

  We’re both irate, but I can’t understand his anger. Betta deserved it. And on top of that, she had the gall to touch him. To touch us.

  Damn that woman!

  On the way, our phones go off. We’ve received several messages. Neither of us looks at them. I’m sure it’s Frida and Björn making sure we’re all right. When we get home and put the car in the garage, I slam the car door so loud, Eric looks at me. Now in the mood for a fight, I shout, “What’s wrong?”

  “Could you not be so rude and close the door more carefully?”

  “No.”

  He raises an eyebrow, surprised.

  “No?”

  “No, I don’t want to be careful! I’m so angry with you. First, for shouting at me in front of that bitch, Betta, and second for the bullshit you said about Björn.”

  Eric closes his eyes.

  “Why didn’t you tell me about Betta?”

  “Because I didn’t think it was necessary. It’s between me and her.”

  “Between you and her?”

  “Exactly. My father taught me not to let myself be pushed around by bad people. That idiot, so as not to call her anything worse, fucked with me. She was a harpy, and she tried to mess up my life. What did you expect? You want me to congratulate her when I see her? You’re crazy!”

  Eric rubs his forehead and avoids my gaze.

  “I don’t expect you to applaud her. I just expect you to have nothing to do with her. Stay away from Betta and we can live in peace.”

  “And what do you have to say about tonight? That . . . that . . . bitch had the gall to come close to us in that dark room. She touched you. She rubbed her dirty hands on your body, and I urged her on without realizing it was her. She touched you in front of me. You think I should forgive her again?”

  Eric doesn’t answer. What I just said surprises him.

  “She was the woman who . . .”

  “Yes, her. That disgusting woman.”

  He swears and starts to pace.

  “It’s late. Let’s go to bed.”

  “Fuck that. I don’t care what time it is. You and I are having an adult conversation, and I’m not going to let you cut it off. I just told you that bitch tricked us again.”

  He walks around the garage, cursing.

  Suddenly, he notices something. I see my yellow bike helmet. Oh no! I close my eyes and swear. God, not now! Eric walks toward his goal and shouts when he pulls off the blue plastic.

  “What’s this motorbike doing here?”

  Tonight is going from bad to worse.

  “It’s my bike.”

  Incredulous, he looks at me, then at the bike, and hisses, “This is Hannah’s bike. What’s it doing here?”

  “Your mother gave it to me. She knows I do motocross and . . .”

  “This is unbelievable! Unbelievable!”

  I know what he’s thinking, and I soften my tone of voice.

  “Listen, Eric. Hannah liked the same sport I like, and I don’t have my bike here and . . .”

  “You don’t need that bike because you’re not doing motocross. I forbid it!”

  That gets to me, and my neck starts to itch.

  Who is he to forbid me to do anything?

  “You’re wrong, mate,” I say. “I’m going to keep doing motocross. Here, there, and wherever I feel like it. And just so you know, I’ve gone riding with your cousin Jurgen and his friends some mornings.
Has anything happened to me? No, nothing has, but you, as always, have to be so dramatic.”

  His eyes are blazing. I know I’m digging myself into a hole, but I can’t seem to stop.

  “You’ve been hiding it from me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why? I think the first thing we asked each other when we got back together was for honesty, right, Judith?”

  I don’t answer. I can’t. He’s correct. Suddenly, the garage door opens, and Sonia and Marta walk in.

  “You two, we’ve been trying to call you. Why do you even have cell phones if you’re not going to use them?” Sonia says.

  I’m surprised to see them here.

  “Mom, how could you give this bike to Judith?”

  I sigh.

  “Son, come on, relax. That bike was just collecting dust, and when Judith told me she did motocross like Hannah, I thought about it and decided to give it to her.”

  Eric exhales heavily. “How many times do I have to tell you not to get involved in my life? How many times?”

  “Excuse me, Eric. It’s my life!” I clarify, offended.

  When she sees her brother’s mood, Marta shouts, pointing at him, “Number one: don’t yell at Mom like that. Number two: Judith is old enough to know what she can or can’t do. Number three: just because you want to live in a glass bubble doesn’t mean we all have to.”

  “Shut up, Marta!” Eric shouts.

  “You’re not going to shut us up. We’ve been listening to you from inside the house. And I have to tell you, I understand why Judith chose not to say anything about the bike or the other stuff. How could she? It’s impossible to talk to you. You’re Mr. Command and Control. You have to get what you want, or you throw a huge fit.” And, looking at me, she says, “Have you told him about Mom and me?”

  I shake my head, and Sonia, raising her hands to her mouth, whispers, “Marta, for God’s sake . . . be quiet.”