by Marie, Lisa
Police and an ambulance pull up and block off traffic going in both directions. Fucking fantastic, I’m the douche that shut down PCH today. The tabloids are going to have a field day with this one. I can hear them talking with the guy that’s holding my head.
“Buddy, what’s your name?” the ambulance attendant asks.
“Desmond,” I reply as the guy who was helping moved aside and the attendants wrap a collar around my neck. “Did I break my neck?” I ask.
“We don’t know, sir. We want to get you to the hospital and get some x-rays. This is a precaution.” I am then rolled to my side and rolled back to my back where I am strapped to a back board. “Just stay still, sir, we’ll transport you right away.”
“Where’s the guy that helped me?” I ask as they begin wheeling me to the ambulance.
“He’s speaking with the Highway Patrol. Please, sir, let us get you to the hospital.”
I’m pushed into the ambulance and the doors close, the siren starts up and the voices start speaking in medical code that I don’t understand. Silently I lay there with a throbbing leg, wishing I knew the guy’s name. I’d like to thank him.
After I arrive at the hospital I am sent through a battery of tests and scans. Hours later I am finally finished with my MRI and I am wheeled back to the emergency department where there’s a constant buzzing and beeping of voices and machines. Sometimes weeping can be heard from behind one of the curtains and it makes me feel like shit, knowing I did such a stupid fucking thing and I barely have a scratch. I rock my head back and forth on the pillow and pull my phone from my jeans pocket. Searching through contacts, I make my selection and press call.
Lexi answers on the second ring. “Hey, Des! How are you doing sexy?” She sounds cheery and I am very happy to hear her voice after my realization from last night.
Laughing softly I reply, “You’re gonna be pissed at me. I did something so fucking stupid.” I squeeze my eyes shut and pinch the bridge of my nose.
“What did you do?”
“I’m at the hospital, babe. I had an accident this morning.” I hear her gasp.
“I’m on my way! What happened? You do want me there right? Shit. What did you do? Is–”
“Yes please! Come pick me up. I want to get the fuck out of here.” And see you I think to myself. “I’ll answer any question you have when you get here.”
I hear her engine start and the music blares briefly before she curses under her breath and the volume drops again. “Okay, I’m pulling out now. I’ll be there soon.”
“Sounds good. Drive safe.” I hang up the phone and go back to listening to the sounds of the emergency department. I go to move my leg and pain shoots up my thigh. Hissing in a sharp breath, I close my eyes in defeat and decide just to wait for her to arrive. My phone rings in my hand and I look at the screen. Lexi?
“Babe, you should be driving,” I answer without a greeting.
“I pulled into a parking lot. Shut it for a minute would you?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I chuckle at her bossiness.
“What fucking hospital are you at?”
*
Suddenly a heavy thud hits my shoulder and jars me awake. My eyes fly open as the flash of pain and my right hand reaches up to cover the area. I look up and see Landyn standing over me. “What the fuccck, Lan. Jesus. Why’d you punch me?” I slur.
Landyn’s eyes bulge out and his nostrils flare. “I thought you were fucking dead, you bastard. I got a call from the hospital saying you fell off your bike. Why were you riding your bike today in the rain? What were you thinking?” He’s pissed at me and rightfully so.
“Not dead. But apparently I should wish I was.” I shift on the bed. “I was driving my bike because I hooked up with a hottie last night and had no other way to leave. I wasn’t about to stay with her longer than I had to, I mean I don’t want her to think I love her.” I can’t tell him that I am still hooking up with Ciana. Landyn has never really cared what I thought but didn’t think I should be involved in her crazy polyamorous life. I shift my gaze and look around Landyn toward the curtain. Siannon is with him and she looks pretty uncomfortable standing there with her hands tucked in her pocket.
“Hey, Siannon. How are you doing, doll?”
Looking uncomfortable, she offers me a tight smile and a small wave. I smile back at her as Landyn leans his hip on the table beside the bed. “So what’s wrong with you then if you aren’t dead?” Landyn asks while crossing his arms and throwing me an expectant look.
“Severe road rash down the whole side of my body. Couple broken ribs, concussion. Y’know all the good stuff.” I chuckle and wince as the pain shoots through my torso. Reaching for my injury, I shake my head in defeat.
“Fuck, Des, you gonna come stay with me for a while? You can’t be by yourself with a concussion.”
“No, actually Lexi is going to come help me out,” I tell them, since they are going to be finding out shortly when she arrives so what the fuck. “She is supposed to come and get me. I called her when it happened.” I look over at Siannon who has a crooked grin on her face. Her smile grows.
“Is she now?” she teases. “Really? Well then.” Pulling out her phone her thumbs begin to furiously punch at the screen, smiling and shaking her head as she does so.
“Listen, Des, come stay at my house. We’ll get some take out and play poker tonight. How does that sound?” Lan is a persistent mother fucker. I honestly don’t know why it’s so important to him. Mother fucker would probably just fucking lecture me the whole time I was there anyways.
“Lexi’s coming. I think I’d rather stay with her.” I waggle my eyebrows at my cousin, who although very experienced in pussy dialect, has just realized that I said Lexi and his eyes widen in shock.
“Lexi? Like my girlfriend’s best friend Lexi? What? When the fuck did that happen? And did you fucking cheat on her last night? Fuck, Des! Keep your fuckin dick in your pants and don’t ruin shit!” Landyn tosses a pen cap at me.
“It’s not like that–” I start and then the curtain flies open to reveal Lexi, out of breath and pale as a ghost. I raise my hand and wave at her, smiling. She notices Landyn first and then Siannon, who lifts her phone tapping it with her thumbs.
Lexi’s own phone buzzes, and she nervously smiles at Siannon before swiping the screen and turning her gaze to her hand. I watch as she looks up at her best friend and shrugs before pushing past Landyn and leaning in to press a kiss on my mouth.
“Hi, baby,” I whisper before nipping her bottom lip.
“You scared me, you bastard.” She laughs against my lips and pulls away before swatting my arm with her open hand. I brush her hair from her face and tilt my head to the side. I’m seeing her for the first time, and she’s fucking beautiful.
Landyn looks all kinds of confused right now and he turns back from Siannon. “So do you need a fucking ride or what?” he asks interrupting my quiet moment with Lexi.
“No, I don’t need a ride. Lexi is going to take me home as soon as the doctor clears me,” I reply turning my attention back to Lexi, who now sits on the bed by my hip.
*
Arriving at Lexi’s place she sets me up on the sofa, taking my jacket and propping my foot up on the table. I watch her as she runs around getting me a pillow, a glass of water and something to eat since the hospital wouldn’t allow me to have food. My elbow is propped up on the arm and my head rests waiting for her to stop flittering about. It’s still raining outside and the sound of the drops hitting the window glass is calming.
Returning from the kitchen with a small plate, she puts it on my lap and sits beside me pulling her knees up onto the cushion. Accepting the invite, she rests her head on my outstretched arm and smiles when I brush the hair from her face.
“Hi,” she whispers, blinking shyly.
“Hi,” I reply and tuck my fingers behind her ear, stroking her jaw with my thumb before leaning in and teasing her with my tongue.
“Let me have i
t, Des.” She smiles, her lips ghosting a whisper on mine. Not one to deny someone anything that brings them pleasure, I dip my head closer and she presses her needy lips to mine. Her perfect lips part granting me access to fill her mouth with another piece of me.
My hand slides down her body and up under her shirt, running my fingers up her silky skin to her pert nipples. She raises up and gently straddles me, careful not to put her whole weight on my body. My arms wrap around her back and cup her perfect denim covered ass into my swelling cock. Pressing her to grind into me, I feel like a high school kid making out on Mom’s plastic covered couch.
She moans as she lifts up and presses into me once more. Pulling her mouth away from mine, she bites her lip and smiles. “You sure you can do this, babe? I don’t want you to get hurt,” she whispers but doesn’t stop dry fucking me.
“Road rash, babe, not broken cock. However, you have to do all the work this time, I just can’t right now.”
She reaches under the hem of her shirt and lifts it off of her body, exposing her pink nipples and lightly freckled chest. I bury my face in her tits, and she pulls at my hair while continuing on the torturous high school riding session.
“Babe,” I whisper from between the glorious tit mountains. “If you don’t take my cock out of my pants soon and ride it fucking hard, we will soon be able to add blue balls to the list of injuries I received today.”
She laughs through her nose and stands up in front of me, placing her legs between mine, licking her finger and teasingly dragging it down her body between her breasts to the button on her jeans. Instead of dropping her pants and impaling herself on my rock hard cock, she smiles and drops to her knees in front of me. Opening my pants and releasing my dick, Lexi licks her lips and smiles up at me through her lashes. Parting her lips she drags her tongue from base to tip and I hiss in a sharp breath. Wrapping her hand tight around me, she opens her mouth and swallows me balls deep, which really is not an easy task. Lexi apparently does not have a gag reflex and that makes me a very happy man.
Weaving my fingers through her hair, I gently pull her face out of my lap and she looks at me confused. “Take off your pants and ride my cock,” I demand and she stands, unbuttoning her pants and dragging them down her smooth legs to the ground to rest at her feet. Just like me she goes commando and that is fucking fantastic.
Straddling my waist, she hovers above my hungry cock, teasing my balls with her fingertips. “You want my pussy, Des?” She purrs in my ear. I cock my head to the side and lick my lips, eyeing her hungrily. I grab her hips and press her into my cock, teasingly she slides down and I fill her completely. Throwing her head back, Lexi grabs her tits and begins to ride me. Her tits bounce around her tiny fists, and her nipples pucker between her fingers. I reach my hand down to her sweet spot and rub her clit furiously.
“I want you to come for me, Lex. Come on my cock, baby.”
Her body begins to tense as she continues rocking on my lap, riding both my thumb and my dick. Moaning and writhing. She cranes her neck and moans louder and faster, panting and squeaking. With my free hand, I reach around and tease the forbidden zone with my finger. Lubricated by her juices, I slide the tip of my finger in and she moans the sound of pleasured release into the air. My balls tighten and I come to the sound of my own guttural release. Pressing my hands into her hips, I pull her down onto my lap, allowing her walls to massage my satisfied cock.
She collapses on my chest, and I wince briefly at the sharp pain. Curving my body to protect itself, I tense up and relax.
“I’m sorry, baby,” she whispers and kisses the injury.
“It’s okay,” I whisper back before kissing the top of her head and stroking her hair. We both sit quietly with our thoughts allowing our fingers to dance over each other’s skin, as if they were reading braille.
After a short time, I decide to muster up some courage and tell her about my realization. That she was the reason for me leaving on my bike in the rain. I don’t want her to feel guilty. What I really want is for her to feel the same.
“So, Lexi,” I say against the skin on her forehead. “We need to talk.”
She looks up from my chest with her gentle eyes. “What’s up, Des?”
I kiss her quickly and reluctantly guide her off of my flaccid dick and to my side on the couch. I cover the two of us in the afghan from the back cushion.
“Last night, I went to Venice to hook up with an old…” I pause carefully thinking about my word choice. “Friend.” I smile and brush my bottom lip with my thumb. Lexi blinks, and she begins to chew the inside of her cheek. “I’ll spare you the details, but she told me something that made me laugh at the time. I didn’t want to hear it then.”
“What was that?” Lexi asks playfully. “That you give great face? Look, Des, I don’t care what other women say to you. Honestly, I don’t want to hear any of it. So save it, and I’ll get us a drink.” She goes to stand, and I press my hand onto her thigh encouraging her to stay put.
“Please wait. It’s not what you think,” I reply and take a deep breath. “When I was in Japan, I didn’t even call my usuals. I mean, I jerked off a lot but I didn’t fuck anyone in Japan. I could’ve had all the pussy I wanted but the only pussy I wanted was yours.” I push myself to standing and hold my weight on my good leg while I hobble away from the couch. I need to pace, and my fucking stupidity is preventing it.
“Lex, you invaded my fuckin’ skull.” I stab at my temple with my finger to get the point across. “Consuming every one of my fucking thoughts and controlling all of my fucking actions.” I glance at her on the couch as she follows my every jerky movement with her eyes. “I bought you a fucking present from every fucking airport I was in.” I laugh and scrub at my face. “I have never bought any chick a fucking present, unless it was a box of condoms.” I stop pacing and drop my hands to my sides. “What the fuck have you done to me, Lexi?”
She gently tugs my arm so I am sitting back on the sofa. With a grunt and a chuckle, I’m beside her waiting for a reply. She makes a sound similar to one of disdain, convincing me that I have completely fucked this up with my admission. “Don’t get the wrong idea, Lexi. I don’t love you, ‘cuz that shit is just crazy. We barely fucking know each other. I do like you. I like fucking you. I like being with you, and when I came to this morning on the highway, you were the one I wanted to see.” I shake my head and look at my lap. “Fuck, I think I just grew a vagina.”
I huff out a lungful of air, waiting for her laughter. It doesn’t come. Instead her hand touches my face and she leans in. Just before she kisses me, she smirks at me. “You bought me presents?”
“They’re at my place.” I nod.
She bites her lip and brushes her thumb along the stubble on my chin. I can feel her breath on my skin every time she exhales. “I don’t fuckin’ love you either, Des.” She kisses my mouth, parting her lips granting me access. My tongue slides between her lips, and she rewards me with gentle suction that radiates through my nuts. Releasing my tongue she whispers, “But I sure do love fucking you.” Her arms wrap around my neck and she pulls me close. I chuckle into her neck and pull her back onto my lap. My tongue tastes her neck and my teeth playfully nip her lobe.
“What do you wanna do now?” I ask as I taste the skin on her throat, licking my way down to her collarbone.
“You really wanna know, Des?” she asks playfully.
“I do,” I reply trying to pull her onto my lap wanting her to ride me again.
She pushes up on her knees and whispers, “I wanna go get my presents.” Pulling away she’s wearing an angelic smile as she bites down on her fingernail. She’s no angel. She’s a seductress, teasing and getting what she wants. There is no way I can deny her of anything.
“You want your presents,” I state quietly.
“I do.”
“You’re fucking serious.” I deadpan. I was hoping we could go for another round and she wants to go get her presents. My cock is poking its fucking
head through the knitted holes in this grandmotherly couch blanket and she wants to get her presents. I shrug and open my hands as I glance down at the protrusion. “You know, I’ve got a big present for you right fucking here.”
“I’ve had that one.” She winks at me. “I thought that was the only present I was getting from you, but now that I know there’s more–” She stands and pulls her shirt on over her head. “Chop chop, buddy, I want my presents.” She claps her hands.
I shake my head and click my tongue. “Alright, babe, whatever you want but you’re gonna have to help me get dressed.”
She buttons her own jeans and grins at me. Offering me a salute and drops to her knees to help put my leg into the pants. Gently, she lifts it and helps me bend it into position. I wince and hiss in pain.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry,” she repeats quietly.
“Babe?”
“Yea, Des?” she asks as she begins to pull the pants up to my knees.
“While you’re down there, you wanna do something about the beast that lives in my pants? He needs to be tamed before he can be put away.”
Her gaze reaches my hard on and she shakes her head. Curling up her hand, she flicks my head with her finger. “Down boy, I want my presents,” she tells it, and that’s when I know I won’t be getting head.
“Fine. Let’s go.” I sigh. “But you’re gonna fucking owe me. I have enough trouble walking and now you want to throw a hard on in to the mix. You’re pure evil.”
“But you like it.”
“I do.” I agree as she helps me to my feet and picks up her purse. Strutting away she tosses her bag over her shoulder and walks ahead of me to the door. Forcing me to fend for myself. Opening the door, Lexi rests her wrist up high on the side and places her opposite hand on her jutted out hip. “You coming, hoppy?”
I shake my head and hobble toward her, clutching my cane as I go. “Fuck you, Lexi.”