Wild Jaden

by Shayne Ford

  He locks my mouth as I rock my hips and ride his flesh.

  Wet arousal rolls on him.

  “Damn it, Jaden...” I mutter as I splay my fingers over his neck and start grinding on his hardness.

  Quickly, I pick up the pace, moving harder and faster.

  “Oh... my...”

  My moans vibrate in the air.

  “Fuck, Jaden...” I say as I lose the sense of everything but him.

  I come, groaning and gasping, feeling him hard as steel. He lets me taste the pleasure before he slips from under me, bends me over the hood of my car, kicks my legs open, and slides his hard cock into me.

  My brain lights up with pleasure.

  “Fuck...” I murmur as he rams me with full force.

  And that’s where all begins and ends.

  The next minutes become a blur, a journey to a different world, a race to lock those lustful moments, and never reach the end of them. He grabs me with both hands and hammers me, driving me up and breaking me while falling with me.

  I close my eyes and fill myself with him. He’s wild and shows no mercy. He doesn’t spare my flesh, and sure enough, he doesn’t spare my heart.

  And yet, somehow he makes it worth it.

  5

  JADEN

  I turn off the water, run a towel over my body, and wrap another one around my waist. Glancing briefly in the mirror, I run my fingers through my hair and comb it all back.

  I tear my gaze away and slither out of the bathroom, entering the master bedroom.

  The place is quiet. Candles line the window sills.

  A breath of wind rolls in the room, bringing in a floral scent.

  Senna shifts her eyes to me. Sprawled on the bed, she taps the mattress next to her, giving me a good view of her naked body as she props on her elbow.

  Slowly, I untuck the towel, drop it to the floor, and slide onto the bed, next to her. She comes closer to my chest. My fingers trail her spine while she runs her thumb across my lips.

  “This feels good,” she says.

  Her soft breath tickles my skin.

  “Mmm-hmm...” I mutter, running my fingers through her hair.

  “Has it been like that for you before?” she asks.

  I smile, staying quiet for a moment.

  Intrigued, she looks at me.

  “Has it?” she asks again, a soft grin curving her lips.

  I slowly shake my head.

  “No. Not really.”

  “Why?”

  “Bad timing, wrong people.”

  A bitter smile tugs at her lips, her eyes going vacant for a moment.

  “Bad people, huh?” she mutters absently.

  “Some of them... Yes.”

  She shifts her gaze back to me.

  “Is that what it was for you too?” I ask on a hunch.

  “Maybe...” she says.

  “You didn’t tell anyone?”

  Her eyes quickly lose their luster.

  She looks pale in the dimness as she struggles with her emotions. Light dances in the mirror of her tears when she pulls her gaze away.

  “I told my mom... Then. But she didn’t believe me. Or rather, she didn’t want to believe me. Not my version of the story, anyway. She said I made the whole thing up.”

  “What thing?”

  She stays quiet for a few more moments before she speaks again, her eyes no longer locked with mine.

  “He was not a good man...” she finally says, her words sounding like a confession.

  A rueful smile comes to her lips as she relives the memory.

  “But he was very close to them. And they liked him a lot. Why wouldn’t they? He was the perfect man. Good looking, wealthy. Driven. The quintessential definition of success. He was the kind of man they would’ve liked for me as well.”

  She shifts her eyes to me, expecting a reaction. I stay quiet, observing her in silence.

  She takes a long breath before she speaks again.

  “I couldn’t stop him,” she says, the skin around her eyes creasing with another bitter smile. “He liked it hard. He craved that power over women. And he craved it over me. He might have had the appearance and sophistication of an educated man, but deep inside he was nothing but dark lust. That’s why I had to leave. To get away from him. But once I left, I couldn’t go back. Failure was not an option for me. It wasn’t only him I left behind. It was my family and my old life.”

  She pauses and muses over something, her eyes briefly coming to mine.

  “I didn’t have a plan. And even if I had, I was so unprepared for life it would’ve made no difference. I grew up in a strict environment and didn’t have much love around me, but I was brought up to live a life of privilege and never face the harsh reality. Nobody taught me how to make a living. I had no clue how to support myself, or how to interact with normal people. So I did the best that I could the first few months, bouncing from one place to another, forced to face my worst fears, and deal with stress and anxiety. Despite all that, I didn’t want to go back. One thing I did well. I learned how to make money fast, and also to always keep things to myself. I couldn’t trust anyone. And I didn’t listen to anyone either. I found out that no matter what people say and try to teach you, it doesn’t mean shit when it comes to your own life. Your life is yours. You’re the only one who knows what’s best for you. No one can teach you that. What I learned from others didn’t have much value to me. What I learned from my experience was invaluable to me. That’s how it got ingrained in my brain that money is the blood of everything. And then I realized... That’s why my parents didn’t try to stop me. That’s what they counted on. They betted on the fact that once I hit the real life, I’d sober up, and change my mind. They thought I would return to them, and beg for mercy, forever indebted to them. ”

  She slowly shakes her head.

  “They had no idea...” she mutters. “There was no way I could go back. It wasn’t pride or anything. It was mostly desperation. Plus, once I got a taste of freedom, there was no point to go back. Living on my own–– as bad as it was, gave me absolute power over who I was. I no longer had to define myself according to their values. I didn’t have to repress myself and pretend to be someone else. So anyway...” she says, shifting to a mellow voice. “The first few months were the worst. I took every single job I could and learned as fast as I could. I still sucked at them. Also, there were other things I had to do on the side to make enough money to survive.”

  “I have a hard time to imagine that,” I say.

  She breathes out a soft chuckle.

  “I could say the same thing about you.”

  “Yeah... I guess.”

  “That’s life,” she says, suddenly in a pensive mood. “You never know what’s around the corner. And when you’re new to this, you have no idea how to handle things. There was a lot of stuff I figured out in hindsight. I missed out on opportunities and did a lot of foolish things. That’s how I learned. Little by little, I started to get good at it. I never talked to my family again, or heard from that man. So it worked out well. After having that experience with him, my body didn’t respond to anything else. Romance didn’t do anything for me. I tried. It led to nothing. It dawned on me I wasn’t cut for it. A part of me was crushed and numb. I made peace with it and moved on. And then I met you...” she says, her voice trailing off.

  She shifts her gaze to me.

  “How can I be of any good to you, Senna?”

  She shrugs.

  “I wish I knew the answer,” she mutters.

  “You don’t even know my whole story,” I say, rolling to my side and stretching my arm out to grab a cigarette from the pack sitting on the nightstand.

  Unhurried, I place it between my lips and light it up.

  She studies me as I take a long drag and slowly blow the smoke out. I set the lighter on the nightstand and pull an ashtray next to me.

  “That’s because you never told me,” she says.

  I let out another stream of
smoke before I speak.

  “The first man who sucked me wasn’t a John. It was our legal guardian,” I say.

  Her eyes flip wide with surprise.

  I slowly nod, detached and empty of emotions.

  “Yeah... He was a remote cousin of my mom. He made his guardianship contingent upon my acceptance of the situation, and of course my silence. I granted him both. I didn’t want to lose Sara or to be forced to live in a group home. I was seventeen. I did what I thought was best for Sara and me.”

  I pause and stretch a bitter smile.

  “At least he didn’t want to fuck me,” I say, attempting a bit of dark humor as I ash my cigarette. “He had a wife and small kids. A military guy. They moved to Europe as soon as I was eighteen.”

  I shift my gaze away for a few moments, staring blankly at the ceiling, then slowly sway my head side to side as I recollect those times.

  “I didn’t feel a thing. And for the most part, I tried not to think about it,” I say, bringing my gaze back to her.

  Her eyes are trained on me. Soft, and glazed with tears.

  “I just let it roll over me as if it was nothing,” I mutter. “I still liked girls, and fucked them, but I never fell for them. I couldn’t feel a thing for the people I had sex with. I knew that part of me was broken. I let it be and never dwelled on it. It was what it was. At that time, life had other ways to keep me distracted and my mind away from things, but I didn’t date or have a girlfriend.”

  A few moments of silence crawl by.

  “What about the woman in that clip?”

  My lips purse into a soft smile.

  “She was hot and very much into me. The problem was, she was into a lot of other guys, so we parted ways. After that, I knew I couldn’t find much of anything on the streets, so I just gave up on it.”

  Deepened into her thoughts, she ponders for a moment.

  “The men from Jill’s... Why were they after you?”

  “A deal turned bad. They threatened me and said they’d get to Sara if I didn’t meet with them, so I did.”

  I exhale smoke, flicking my cigarette against the lip of the ashtray.

  “A stupid story. Some chick I got hired for became obsessed with me. She told her husband that she fell for me, and then she left him. He got pissed and sent his goons to collect me. You know the rest...”

  We lock eyes for a moment.

  “Is that enough of a story for you?” I ask, smiling.

  “I guess so,” she says, not tasting my dark humor.

  “So what about Abel?” I ask, shifting the topic. “Is that even his name?”

  She nods.

  “Yes, it is,” she says quietly.

  “Why did you invite him to the party?”

  “I didn’t plan to do anything with him if that’s what you imply.”

  I grin around my cigarette.

  “I didn’t say anything.”

  “He’s a good man.”

  “I bet he is. He’s a good-looking guy, too,” I mutter, rushing to point out. “But that goes without saying.”

  A small smile tugs at her lips, gleaming in her eyes.

  “It’s not my fault.”

  “I didn’t say it was, but you sure know how to pick them.”

  “He was referred to me.”

  “Was he? Hmm. Is that how it works? Care to share the going rate as well?” I ask, grinning mischievously.

  She gives me a soft slap on my chest.

  “Don’t even think about it. I’m not giving you tips. You’ve become quite the entrepreneur, lately.”

  “I got the bug from you, darling,” I say, giving her a lopsided smile as I put the cigarette out.

  I slide the ashtray onto the nightstand and pop in a mint.

  “Was he any good?” I ask as I roll to my back.

  Her lips curl into a guilty smile.

  “Yes, he was. Not as good as you though.”

  I smirk.

  “You’re kissing my ass now.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  “So how much did you pay him?”

  “Two grand a session.”

  “Fuck.”

  “I paid you more that weekend.”

  “And yet you pay me now about the same to slave for you an entire week,” I say teasingly, a sly grin creeping up my lips.

  She slides on top of me, her nipples tracing my pecs, her lips planting a trail of kisses on my chest.

  “But see... You get bonuses,” she says before her tongue swirls over my nipple.

  “Do I get one now?” I ask jokingly.

  “Yes, you do,” she says, breathing out a soft chuckle.

  “I can’t fucking wait,” I say, locking my hands behind my neck and sinking my back into the pillow.

  A curtain of hair slides onto my body as her tongue flicks lower and lower, tracing steadily toward my groin. My full cock stirs between her breasts.

  “It looks like you get a bonus too,” I mutter as I keenly watch her fingers curling around my dick and her mouth molding on the chiseled tip.

  She rolls her lips down, and I tilt my hips up, hitting the back of her throat. She moans and wedges herself between my legs. Her hair brushes my groin while her mouth starts sliding down, her tongue licking my shaft when she moves back up.

  “Mmm... I like that.”

  Arching her back, she pushes her ass up, her mouth still connected with my throbbing cock. Tipping my head to the side, I get a glimpse of her rear in the mirror stretching on the wall behind her.

  “Fuck,” I murmur, my eyes glued to the spot between her legs as my erection slides into her mouth.

  She glances up at me.

  “Your butt is perfect,” I say.

  Craning my neck out, I study the angle.

  “It would look perfect on––”

  “Don’t even think about it,” she barks, my cock slipping out of her mouth with a pop.

  She grins. I smirk.

  “Not my fault, baby. It just looks good.”

  I prop myself up on my elbows and motion to her.

  Smiling, she slides her lips down onto me again, working me with her hand at the same time.

  As if she knows what floats in my mind right now, she arches her spine again and thrusts her butt out even more while spreading her legs, giving me the perfect view of her entrance.

  Propped on one arm, I gather her hair in my fist, holding it up to see her face. She rolls her mouth on my shaft and fucks me with her eyes.

  “You’re pretty good...” I mutter, stretching a cocky grin.

  She’s about to give me her opinion.

  “Not now, baby,” I say, relishing the pleasure coming from her lips.

  She closes her eyes and takes me deeper as I roll my hips to fill her mouth. My gaze travels from her lips and hollow cheeks to the reflection of her backside in the mirror.

  I tilt my head back to get a better view, her folds peeking through the gap between her legs.

  “Damn it...” I murmur, my brain as fired up as my cock. “You looks so good, it hurts my dick.”

  She slaps me on my thigh.

  “For real now,” I say, a smile lining my voice. “Too bad you don’t want to see it.”

  She mumbles something around my cock.

  I breathe out a soft chuckle.

  “Stay focused, baby girl,” I say, earning another slap. “Good girl. And bossy,” I say, lifting her hair higher to see the beautiful arch of her neck.

  “You are so hot...” I mutter, and she glances up at me, her eyes glistening with tears as I hit the back of her throat with my bulging crown.

  “You’re fucking good,” I say, no longer smiling, our eyes locked in what feels like a trance of pure pleasure.

  Her lips and hand keep stroking me, unstoppable lust coursing through our veins. As the pleasure rises, I register the softness of her eyes and the warmth coming from her, thawing something inside me.

  Her eyelids slide slowly, obscuring that softness of her heart. One t
ear falls from the corner of her eye, staining her cheek.

  I wipe it with my thumb.

  Eyes closed, she raises a storm inside me. My eyes swing to the mirror, taking in her most vulnerable spot. Hooked on that view, I slip into a trance with her and lick my lips, craving the taste of her arousal in my mouth. My chest starts rocking, my muscles shifting, hard beneath my skin.

  I press her head against my groin, her smooth tongue swirling around me. She sucks me harder and strokes me faster, urgency building in her touch.

  Drunk on her, I imagine her pussy filled up as well. Her head bobbing... Her hips jolting... Her body shattering in bits of pleasure.

  Her mouth emptying me.

  “Fuck me,” I growl, falling into my own trap.

  I swiftly pull out, roll from under her, and leap off the bed.

  With one hand I grab her ass and slide into her wetness, her warm center hugging me like a glove of love.

  With every thrust, she shakes her hips and pours more wetness on my shaft. She moans louder and louder as I grab her hips and fuck her hard. The tension explodes in my groin as we both come.

  Moments of intense pleasure consume us before we slow down, and I finally tear away from her.

  Panting, she sprawls on her back––legs spread, my cum dripping from her entrance.

  She looks at me, thunderstruck.

  “What the hell was that?”

  “Nothing,” I say, smiling, and twirling away, heading to the bathroom.

  6

  SENNA

  The sky stretches above us with no clouds in sight all the way to the horizon. Draped in light, the ocean glimmers, looking like a mirror of the sky.

  “Anna... Anna.”

  Taking little, rushed steps, Emma closes the gap between us. I stretch my arms to catch her. She dives into my embrace before I pick her up.

  A scarlet dress with tiny ladybugs hugs her little body.

  “It’s Senna... not Anna,” Jade suggests as he sinks into a lounge chair next to me.

  “Anna,” she says, unfazed, curling her lips into a playful smile.

  I sense Jaden’s gaze shifting to me while I watch her mesmerized.

  “Anna it is,” he says, the moment he locks my eyes.

  We stay like that for a few more seconds. Emma’s arms wrapped around my neck, her face pressing against mine.