Bootyogomy: Booty Call Series

by Love, Frankie

  I swallow, taking in this girl who is so damn cute she has no idea. I want her in ways that scare me. That would scare her if she knew. “Last night was pretty good,” I tell her, knowing those words barely cover the surface.

  “You know, I got us pizza, but I’m perfectly fine with having dessert first,” she says, a smile brightening her face.

  “Perfect.” I step toward her, tugging my tie loose, hating that I wore it at all. Wishing I could open my heart to Kendall and tell her everything - how I feel, how I’ve always felt - but I’m still too scared to lose her. And right now, she isn’t going anywhere.

  I take her hand and tell her to take me to her bedroom. “I cleaned for you.”

  “I can tell,” I say, chuckling as we pass a living room that looks as retro as the roller rink. A record player spins Bonnie Tyler’s “Total Eclipse of the Heart,” a bright turquoise couch covered with brightly colored pillows, and a large black and white framed poster of The Breakfast Club hangs over it.

  “Your place looks just like you,” I tell her, my heart feeling lighter just being here.

  “You haven’t even seen my bedroom yet,” she says with a laugh.

  I’m reminded of those times when I lived with her senior year, I’d walk past her bedroom, poke my head in. Look in her underwear drawer and dream of this moment, right here.

  She leads me into the bedroom that is bubble gum pink and is as inviting as she is. This feeling - the one that overwhelms me right now - reminds me how much she means to me. How much it would hurt if I lost her.

  I’m about to tell her - tell her everything, but she has dropped her robe, naked before me once more and I can’t. I’m fucking speechless. Because Kendall is so fucking beautiful, it takes my goddamn breath away.

  She shakes her head, that long blond hair a waterfall. “What?” she asks. “You look like the cat got your tongue.” She steps toward me, pulling my shirt out from my pants. Unbuttoning them. All the while, her tits are right up in my face, her pussy close enough to touch.

  And fuck, I want to touch her. Taste her.

  I peel off my shirt, step out of my pants. My cock barely contained by my boxers, but my stiffy can wait. Right now, all I want is to lick her pussy and make her cry out my name.

  Make her mine.

  “Come here, little one,” I tell her, lifting that creamy ass in my hands and carrying her to the bed. I lie her down, leaning over her, her eyes full of emotion - which one - I can’t read. Longing? Lust? Love?

  I kiss her before she changes her mind. And the kiss is better than the last. Better than all the ones that came before. It’s hotter. Needier. And our mouths inhale, exhale, breathe as one.

  I leave a trail of kisses down her body, sucking those sweet little titties, plucking her nipples. Kissing her belly, my hand squeezing her ass, her thighs. Ready to kiss the place that I’ve been dreaming about for so damn long.

  “Oh, Max,” she moans, her hands running over my shoulders. It makes my chest tighten, my name on her lips as my mouth is between her legs. I dip my head down and take the first, sweet taste of my girl.

  My tongue runs up and down the length of her pussy, it’s wet and warm, sugary like cherry pie and I have a fucking sweet tooth. She drips for me, her tight little pussy is more than I hoped. It’s pink and warm and gets me so fucking hard.

  She’s clawing at the sheets as I suck her clit, making her whimper with desire. My hands massage her inner thighs, needing to get her off the way she got me off last night.

  I kiss her for a long, long time. Every time she seems close to peaking, I pull back, teasing this out, wanting it to last as long as possible.

  The longer I go down on her, the louder she gets. It’s hot, her squirming, panting, begging me to go faster, slower - everything and nothing and I give what I can. All of me. I lick her sweet juicy pussy until she’s moaning my name, then I add a finger to her tight hole, one at a time, needing to get her pussy ready for the cock that’s coming. I don’t want to hurt her and considering the size of my hard-on, I know Kendall is going to need to be eased into this.

  “Oh, Max,” she cries as I add a second, then a third finger to her sweetness. She is gripping me tight, and I look up into her eyes. “You want me to stop, little one?”

  She sits up on her elbows, eyes wide. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

  I laugh, moving my hand faster and faster. Flicking her G-spot as I blow hot air against her. A shiver runs up and down her and I feel pre-cum escape the tip of my cock - God she gets me going.

  And damn, she’s going too. Not just dripping, she’s fucking coming. Hard. I keep fingering her, but I lick her too, spreading her pussy lips so I can get a nice good taste of everything she is. Fuck, my cock aches as the orgasm rolls through her, her body shaking, her back aching. She is coming undone.

  I pull out my cock, so fucking ready, and she drags me up to her. I lean down, kissing her, my fingers still in her juicy cunt, and she reaches for my dick, stroking me, fast. “I’m gonna come, little one,” I tell her and she tells me to come on her tits.

  “Really?”

  She nods, panting, gasping, dragging me closer. I straddle her, my cock between those sweet tits and she’s licking her lips. I love her cock-fetish, her need to get my cock as close to her mouth as possible. “Come on me, Max. Mark me as yours.”

  I groan, massaging her breasts together and I pump my cock between them. I’m all hard ridges and long, throbbing shaft and I’m fucking close.

  She knows it and she lifts her head, licking those full lips again as I shoot ribbons of cum all over her chest. I reach a hand behind me, needing to keep finger fucking her pussy and she takes care of pumping my shaft. I’ve never seen a sexier sight. The girl of my goddamn dreams dripping in my cum and she pushes me on the bed, dipping her head, and sucking me off until she’s swallowing my release the way she demanded.

  We roll to our side, facing one another when we finish, our hearts pounding, her eyes glassy with desire and my cock still twitching over the fucking fantasy that just came true.

  “That was...” I start.

  “Amazing?” She laughs. “And now I’m starving.” She grabs her robe and walks out of the bedroom.

  I follow, adjusting my still hard cock as I pull on a t-shirt. In the kitchen, she pours us both big glasses of water and I open the pizza box.

  “Man, that was something else, Max. I never realized your tongue was your superpower. I bet all the girls you’ve ever slept with are still thinking about your head between their legs.”

  My face reddens.

  “What?” she asks, grabbing a slice of pepperoni. “What aren’t you saying?”

  That’s the thing about being here with Kendall, she knows me so well.

  Shrugging, I tell her the truth. “I’ve never gone down on a woman before.”

  Her eyes widen. “Wait, really?”

  I shrug. “I’ve been with other women, but not like that. Just sex, never....”

  She frowns. “But this is just sex, isn’t it?”

  “Right but—”

  “I don’t get it, Max. If you’re an oral-virgin, why do that with me, now?”

  God, I’ve not been good with words, expressing my emotions - I’ve kept myself at a distance with women my whole damn life, never getting close because I don’t want to get hurt.

  Some women have daddy issues - me? I guess I’ve got abandonment ones. My mother was never there for me and it made me closed off. Kept me in protector mode, never vulnerable. Even when the one person I want is right here, closer than she has ever been.

  It’s time to be honest. “Because I was...I hoped—”

  Her phone rings and she ignores it. When it starts going off a second time, she lets out a frustrated breath and reaches for it.

  “Sorry, Max,” she says, cutting me off. “I have to take this. Hey, Antonio,” she says when she answers, pulling her robe back on.

  Antonio? I remember the guy. Sketchy as hell. And fro
m the way he was always lurking around, I know he has a thing for her. I’d wondered for awhile if she returned the feelings. He’s the one that got her set up with the DJing job, and I know they spend a lot of time together.

  Jealousy stirs in my gut.

  “Oh no,” she says to Antonio. “Yeah, no, of course...” She glances over at me and chews on her bottom lip. “Okay, I’ll be there.”

  “Be where?” I ask when she ends the call.

  “That was Antonio—”

  “Yeah, I got that,” I say, my voice biting.

  “Sara was supposed to do a gig tonight, but she had a family emergency, so he asked me to fill in. I’m sorry—”

  “It’s fine. I’ll drive you.”

  “It’s okay, Antonio is picking me up.”

  I narrow my eyes and try not to sound like a jealous boyfriend. “If he’s going, why doesn’t he just do the gig himself?”

  “He has to set up the equipment.” She pulls her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head, then goes to her closet. “Plus, it’s over on Piccadilly—”

  “That’s a really bad area.”

  She shrugs and pulls out a top. “I’ve done gigs there before.”

  I drag my fingers through my hair, frustration overriding jealousy. “You don’t have any clue the shit that goes down in that neighborhood. I patrol the area, and we’re never sent in there alone—”

  She spins on me. “Don’t do that.”

  “What?”

  “The whole big brother thing.”

  “I’m not.”

  “You are. And while I appreciate you looking out for me, I can take care of myself.”

  “Which is why I’ve had to bail you out how many times?”

  She glares up at me as she gets dressed. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask you again.”

  I blow out an exasperated breath. “God, why are you always so damn stubborn. So...reckless.”

  “And why are you always so overbearing?” she shouts.

  Because I care about you. Because the thought of anything ever happening to you makes my insides go cold. Because...Because I love you.

  But instead of saying any of those things, I push my feelings down, and growl out, “I’ll go.” I turn, hoping she’ll tell me to stay. She doesn’t. And I leave knowing I probably screwed everything up.

  Chapter Six

  Kendall

  “Shit, babe,” Antonio says when I get in his car. “You look smokin’ tonight.”

  I give him a forced smile. The guy is harmless, sure he’s a bit of a flirt, but he’s just a friend and a co-owner of E2 Rhythm who’ve I’ve been DJing for going on two years. Once Hot Wheels Roller Rink starts making a profit, I’ll take fewer gigs. But for now, it’s how I pay my rent.

  As we drive to Piccadilly, I can’t help but go over the fight Max and I had. It’s not the first time we’ve butted heads. But it’s the first time I’ve felt empty when he’s walked away. And I saw the hurt in his eyes.

  But damn, the man can be infuriating. I know he’s just trying to protect me. He’s always trying to protect me. Always. Like I’m a child he needs to watch out for.

  Or because he cares about you, a voice in my head says. Why else would he go down on me tonight when it was something he was saving?

  Maybe that’s just wishful thinking. But that’s the problem. I have been wishing for Max my entire life.

  “You’re quiet tonight,” Antonio says when we’re in the warehouse setting up the equipment.

  “Just saving my energy for the show.”

  He places a hand on my lower back and grins at me. “That’s my girl.”

  I move away from him quickly. Normally, I wouldn’t flinch at his words or his touch. But I want to correct him - I’m not his girl. I’m Max’s.

  At least I hope I still am.

  Before the show starts, I find a quiet spot and call him.

  “You okay?” he asks as soon as he answers.

  “Yeah, I just...” Three guys walk past me, tattoos covering every inch of visible skin, except their faces, their expressions dark, dangerous. One of them glares at me as he walks by. A cold shiver races down my spine.

  “Kendall?” Concern fills Max’s voice.

  “I’m here.” I can still see the guys, they’ve moved to the back of the building. Two more men have joined them, and something is exchanged between them.

  Drugs. And I see a gun in his jacket when he pulls out some cash.

  The guy who glared at me before is watching me now from the corner of his eye. I take a step back so that I’m in the shadows, my heart rate speeding up, but not before I see the glint of metal in one of the man’s hands. They have guns.

  What the hell.

  “I...” My mouth feels dry, and I feel something that I’m not used to - fear.

  “What’s going on, Kendall?” Max asks. “Do you need me—”

  “No.” Our whole argument was about him always swooping in to rescue me. I don’t need a hero...I need...him. His heart. His body. His everything. Everything except him thinking I’m some little kid who needs his protection. “Look, I just called to tell you that I hope everything is fine between us. I know our conversation was getting ... heated. And I know you think I’m just a kid who doesn’t take anything seriously but...I do take this seriously.”

  “The bootyogomy?” I hear the scoff in his voice. Is it because he isn’t interested in that stupid game anymore or because he isn’t interested in me. Tears burn my eyes and I blink them away. I got where I am today by being strong. I won’t break now.

  Except one of the men, the one who had been eyeing me earlier is walking toward me.

  “Yeah the booty-whatever thing,” I say, closing back up, like a clam. If he isn’t going to make a declaration, a move - then I won’t either. “Anyway, I was just calling to make sure things were cool between us.”

  “You’re sure that’s all?” I can hear the suspicion in his voice, the cop in him coming out.

  “I have to go,” I tell Max. “The show is about to start.” I hang up just as the man approaches.

  “Who are you?” he asks.

  “Uh...” I swallow over the lump in my throat. “I’m DJing with Antonio.”

  “Then shouldn’t you be over there.” He nods toward the platform where Antonio is going through a soundcheck.

  “Yeah.” I hold up my phone. “Just had to take a call.” My fingers are tingling as I walk toward the platform, and I can feel the man’s gaze on me.

  Everything is fine, I tell myself. I’ve just let Max’s words get into my head. I’ve done more than a dozen gigs here before. Sure, sometimes a few fights break out, and drugs are passed around, but it’s not like I have anything to worry about.

  And once the party starts and the music is pumping through the sound system, adrenaline replaces fear, and I’m in the zone. The warehouse fills up pretty quickly. And I don’t see the man who’d approached me again.

  “Here,” Antonio says, handing me a bottle of water. “You need a break?”

  “No,” I say over the music. “I’m good.” And I am. I love this part of the business. The rush. The music. It’s similar to how I feel when I’m with Max. Like I’m riding a high. Like for a moment, everything makes sense and I feel complete - full.

  “How is everyone doing tonight?” I ask, causing the crowd to cheer, and I work to pump them up. “It’s time to raise your hands in the air!”

  There’s a commotion near the back of the building, and I figure it’s just a fight breaking out. But then a crack sounds, like a miniature sonic boom, and a second later chaos breaks out. People are screaming and rushing toward the doors.

  Then the power goes out. The music stops and we’re surrounded by darkness. The screams get louder, and another shot is fired.

  Oh my god.

  I crouch down behind the sound system. Antonio is beside me, and I hear him whimper over and over again, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

  “What the hell is going
on?” I glance around the speakers. There’s enough moonlight coming in through the small windows and open doors that I can see the madness around me.

  Sirens wail in the distance, and I know the police will be here soon.

  “We have to get out of here,” Antonio says, taking my hand, and pulling me up.

  I try to pull away, to tell him it’s safer to just stay where we are, but he’s stronger than me, and suddenly I’m in the mob, and people are pushing and pulling and I know if I don’t stay on my feet, I’m going to get trampled.

  Someone shoves me from behind, and my hand is ripped from Antonio’s and I’m falling.

  Pain splinters through me when a knee clips my cheek, and I cry out, trying my best to get up. But the crowd is too dense, and I know I’m in trouble. I know I should have listened to Max.

  An arm wraps around my waist, hoisting me up, and I’m pulled tight against a solid chest. It’s dark, and the man’s face is shadowed, but I know from his scent who has me. Who always has me.

  Max.

  “You okay?” he asks, his voice hard, like he has to hold back his anger.

  “Yeah.”

  He gives a hard nod. “I’ll get us out of here.” Instead of fighting against the crowd, he goes around it, finding a different exit.

  I keep my arms around his neck, my face buried in his chest until we’re outside. The sirens are louder now, and I see cop cars, ambulances, and even a firetruck approach, their lights flashing.

  Max keeps us away from the mob, and places me in the passenger seat of his truck, while he makes a call. A few minutes later, one of the officers approaches. I hear their conversation, but I feel numb, cold, and all I want is to go home.

  Finally, Max gets in the truck and starts the engine. He doesn’t say anything, just drives.

  “Max—”

  “Not yet.” His jaw is clenched, his gaze focused on the road in front of him. “Just give me a minute, Kendall.”

  I nod, knowing he’s angry.

  “Where are we going?” I ask when he passes the turnoff toward my apartment.