by Taylor Rose
“Give me one second,” Saber said. He must have covered the phone with his hand because I heard mumbling from his side of the line.
I rubbed my thumb across Figgy’s hand letting the pad of my finger caress her skin.
“My wife, April, said she would do it free of charge,” Saber replied.
I let out the breath I was holding in.
“Are you sure, man? That’s really nice of her.”
Saber laughed. “Oh yeah, she’s sure.”
“I owe you both. Thank you so fucking much, man.”
“See you at practice tomorrow, King,” he said before he disconnected the line.
Looking at Figgy, I could tell she was relieved.
“Did you hear him, baby?” I asked her quietly.
She nodded her head as a few stray tears made their way down her beautiful face. Using the pad of my thumb, I wiped them away.
“Thank god,” she whispered, laying her head on my shoulder.
I tilted her face up and placed a light kiss on her lips, trying to add a little bit of color back into the world before it became grey again.
I cleared my throat.
“Did you mean it yesterday? When you said you would rather all the bad happen at once? To get it over with?” I asked her nervously.
Hell, I was nervous just thinking about asking her what had been running through my head since we met.
She nodded, but didn’t actually answer out loud.
“This might be hard, baby. I’m sorry, but I have to ask,” I babbled. “Why are you guys all alone?”
She choked and her body stiffened in my arms.
Fuck. I shouldn’t have asked.
She sniffled, but lifter her head up. Her eyes met mine and I could see pain behind her irises.
She cleared her throat. “Our parents were killed in a car accident a couple of years ago. They deserved better, you know? They weren’t even supposed to be driving. It was supposed to be me.”
“They didn’t have a will drawn up, and everything they had was liquidated and taken away from me. I…” she choked out, her voice barley above a whisper. “I was lucky I got custody of Aqua. I almost didn’t.”
Understanding dawned on me.
“How were you able to get custody of her?”
Being in the foster care system most of my life, I knew that if Figgy hadn’t gotten custody, Aqua would be in a group home right now, or that she could have been adopted. But not all homes are good for a child, just look at my history. Prime example.
A tear dripped down her face.
Is there ever going to be a day where I won’t make my woman cry?
Fuck me and my curiosity.
“I hired a lawyer and was able to get custody but it took every penny I owned. All of the money I had saved up, everything. Not that the money mattered to me, all I wanted was Aqua,” she sighed, her shoulders sagged in relief at this point. “But to keep custody, I had to jump through hoops. And jumping through hoops when you barely have the money to eat… Well, let’s just say it was not easy. I pawned every possession I had worth anything. The only thing I kept was my beat up car, knowing we would need it. I had to give up everything, my whole life, to keep her. And I wouldn’t change a second of it.”
My heart soared at her admission.
Having been fucked over early in life, I know what it feels like to not be wanted. To be given up, thrown away like a piece of trash. So the fact that my woman, the woman I found, gave up everything so that her sister could stay with her, warmed my heart.
I knew there was a reason she was mine.
“You’re amazing, baby,” I whispered, my breath licked her skin.
She shivered.
“Anyone would have done the same thing,” she replied, trying to make it off like what she did was nothing. Maybe that would work with someone else, but not with me.
I scoffed and glared at her.
“No, no they wouldn’t have,” I spit out, just thinking about the kind of people who wouldn’t do what she did. Like my own flesh and blood had.
She looked at me, and understanding caught up.
“Oh,” she whispered, her hand flew to her mouth.
I cleared my throat. “I think that’s enough morbid conversation for the rest of the night.”
She nodded enthusiastically.
“How does pizza sound?” I asked, not in the mood to cook tonight.
The last few days had been an overwhelming whirlwind.
Relaxing before tomorrow came seemed like the right thing to do.
Plus, I would get to hold Figgy in my arms as long as I wanted.
Sounded like a good night to me.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I smiled.
The last few days seemed like nothing was ever going to go right again.
Fucked up thing, after fucked up thing kept happening, falling like dominos and collapsing around me.
The only good thing that came from all of the bullshit, was Kieran. He was like a bright light shining through the night sky that broke through the darkness, beckoning me home, leading me to the safe embrace of his arms.
Only knowing him the last couple of days left my mind reeling. My heart felt like I’d known him my entire life. It was as if he were the other half of my broken and shattered soul.
The heaviness from the last couple of days was still looming over me as I woke up the next morning. It felt as if there were concrete weights tied to my feet that kept weighing me down. Every movement that I made was slow and sluggish.
Kieran’s arms squeezed around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. Thankfully, it pulled me from my thoughts.
He was stretched out, sleeping on his back while my body was curled up into his right side. My left leg was draped over both of his, while my left arm was laying on his muscled abdomen. My right arm was stuck under the weight of my body, trapped beneath me. My blonde hair was draped across my pillow, which I wasn’t even using because my head was resting on his chest. I could hear his heart beating methodically in his chest, pumping blood throughout his body.
Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, it read 6:02 in the morning.
I didn’t have to get Aqua up for another forty-five minutes.
A thrill shot through my veins and a cunning smile took over my face.
Oh yes.
Slowly, as to not wake him up, I slid out of his embrace. Wiggling my way downwards, I propped myself up and sat in between his legs. Starting at his belly button, I feathered kisses down his happy trail. Both of my hands were placed on his hips, the nails of my fingertips slightly dug into the skin of his hip bones which left half-circle indentations in his skin. His cock was hard in his boxers, standing to attention, long and thick. It was begging for release. Moving my right hand, I slipped it into his boxers. The waistband stretched to let my fingers inside.
Kieran moaned a deep growl. His hips bucked up a little bit, as if his body wasn’t in control. His eyes remained closed.
I licked my lips in anticipation.
Using the pad of my thumb, I rubbed a small circle where the head of his dick met the shaft. A small drop of pre-cum bubbled up, making my thumb slick. I caressed the small bundle of nerves located there for a minute before using a little bit more pressure than before.
Kieran hissed through his clenched teeth from the contact. His eyes popped open, and his mouth formed an “o” when he noticed I was leaning over him.
A predatory gleam took over his irises and he watched me, hypnotized by my movements.
Leaning back, he locked his hands behind his head. He instantly got a better view of what I was doing.
I released the tip of his cock, and hooked my fingers into his boxes. He lifted his hips for me without complaint, his hungry eyes boring into me as I worked slowly to pull the material off of his body. I tossed it to the floor as his cock sprung free, smacking against his stomach.
I trail
ed my eyes up his muscular legs, his deliciously hard cock, tight abs and chest, down his defined arms and up to his handsome face. Getting my first real look at his beautiful body. As I looked over every muscle, I realized there wasn’t a goddamn thing I would change about him. His body was perfection.
My mouth dried up from the sight of his nakedness laying out in front of me for the first time. Ripe for the picking.
Leaning down, I let my breath linger on his sensitive skin. Goosebumps pebbled up on his body. Sticking my tongue out, I licked the tip of his dick. Grabbing the base of his monster cock in my left hand, I swirled my tongue around the top before licking him from base to tip.
He inhaled a huge gulp of air.
I had my hand wrapped around his dick and I pulled upward using the slickness from my own saliva to slide my hand slowly up and down.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “So fucking good, baby.”
His hips bucked again to show me that he needed more.
Pre-cum bubbled up on the head of his dick, glistening and gleaming. Taunting me.
Keeping one hand on his cock, I wrapped my lips around the head, letting my tongue lick up the salty flavor from his cum.
I moaned, long and loud.
“You taste so good,” I hummed, with him still in my mouth, letting the vibrations from my voice toy with him.
He tasted fucking delicious, though. I wanted more. So much more.
“Oh god. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop,” he panted, his voice thick with desire.
I pumped his cock with my hand while my mouth assaulted him. I slowly took him deeper and deeper until he hit the back of my throat.
Tilting my head to the side, I locked eyes with him. His eyes were hooded with desire, a spark flared in their depths when I watched him watching me. This was erotic. The curve of his lips, the way his cheek ticked every time he tried to not cum.
It became a sexy game, and getting him to cum was my prize. It’s time to step it up.
I pulled my mouth off with a pop. A sexy smile played on my face as I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth, sinking my teeth into the plump flesh. My eyes dilated, from taste of him still lingering in my mouth.
Laying down next to him, I kept his dick in my right hand, lightly stroking it. Gingerly, I feathered light kisses up his chest. Sweeping my tongue out, I licked his nipple. It pebbled the second my mouth left. Continuing my assault, I peppered kisses along his collar bone, jaw, and neck. I sunk my teeth into the flesh of his neck, pulling it into my hot mouth.
He moaned louder than last time.
Using my left hand, I rubbed my thumb over the bundle of nerves below the head of his dick as I licked up his neck. Once I reached his ear, I pulled his lobe into my mouth, letting out a breath of air.
His hips bucked again, air hissing out of his lips.
I smiled against his neck knowing that every second I continued to tease his body, he lost more and more control.
“Baby, I need you to fuck me with your hot little mouth, again,” he drawled, unembarrassed by his vulgar words. His need was too strong to care, and again, my cheeks tinted with a blush.
I grinned and pulled his cock into my mouth in record time.
I worked him with my mouth, letting my tongue play.
His breathing hitched and his hips kept moving.
I used my free hand to lightly squeeze his balls, and used my index finger to apply pressure to just under his sack, massaging where the base of his dick met his body.
His hips bucked harder, shoving his cock further into my wet mouth. He pumped vigorously, needing release.
“Figgy, Figgy, Figgy,” he chanted my name over and over as he came in my mouth. Spurts of his cum slid down my throat, while the rest of it landed on my tongue, the salty flavor lingering in my mouth.
Not able to keep the smile from my face, I laid down and rested my head on his chest. His heart was beating wildly.
Kieran’s body remained limp and his breathing started to relax.
He lifted his head to look at me, cocking his head to the side.
“Holy fuck, baby. That was incredible,” he drawled. His eyes were gleaming as he stared at me.
Pride bloomed in my chest.
A blush crept up my cheeks from his praise.
Finally, for the first time in years, I felt free.
*****
Best. Fucking. Morning. Ever.
Waking up to Figgy’s hot, wet mouth gliding over my dick was the absolute best.
Watching her lips part and take me in, inch-by-delicious-inch was hot as fuck.
She was perfection in its simplest form.
She was mine.
Life before her seemed dull in comparison, bland and boring. She lit up my world, shedding light on what used to be dark and dreary. We could sit around all day doing absolutely nothing and I would have a great time. She was the reason my world spun.
But, with all of the crazy shit that’d been happening, our life was like a constant roller coaster anyway.
Practice ended about an hour ago, and I’ve been sitting in the locker room by myself, contemplating what to do.
After the amazing blow job Figgy gave me this morning, we got up and got Aqua ready for school. We each had a cup of coffee first, before making sure she was ready for her day, dressing her, packing her lunch, telling her to brush her teeth and hair, reminding her to put her homework in her backpack. All of that mundane stuff. All of the stuff that I had never cared about before, now mattered to me in a way that was life changing.
I loved every second of it.
I also realized how much I had missed growing up, never having had anyone who cared enough to help me with all of the little things.
Which brought me back to my dilemma.
Watch the video. Don’t watch the video.
Watch the video. Don’t watch the video.
Fuck it.
I had to watch the fucking video.
Placing the DVD into the disk drive of my laptop, I pushed it closed and waited. A small DVD picture popped up on my laptop screen. Using my mouse, I double clicked on the DVD icon and waited for the disk to load.
After a minute passed by, a video popped up on the screen.
Clicking the volume button, I made sure that the sound was on all the way.
A black screen rolled out, with “Figgy’s Olympic Routine-2014” written across the screen.
Once the black screen faded away, a video of an ice rink popped up. The camera zoomed into the middle of the rink, where Figgy was standing, all done up.
Her blonde hair was pulled into a bun at the top of her head, a few curls falling to her face, bouncing when she skated.
She was wearing a blue and white dress, skintight from her chest to the flare of her waist, until the fabric flowed over the curve of her hips. Her dress was shimmering and shining, glitter woven into its fabric. White ice skates and flesh colored tights that showed off her taut leg muscles finished her outfit.
Make up covered her face. Blue eye shadow was painted on the lids of her eyes, making the icy blue of her irises pop, and a blush swept her cheeks.
In the background of the arena, was a banner that read 2014 Winter Olympic Games.
Holy shit.
She really competed in the Olympics.
Believing it and seeing it were two different things.
I watched the screen in awe as she flew around the rink, jumping and spinning like a mad woman. She was lightning on the ice, her energy flowing through the video and right into me. Energizing me.
Taking her last jump, she made a clean landing. Her legs and arms formed perfect angles until she spun around so many times, I was dizzy just watching her. When she finished her routine, her chest was rising and falling rapidly, unshed tears sparkling in her eyes. Her cheeks and nose were cherry red from the chilly rink air.
She bowed from her waist down before skating off of the rink and into the spe
culation area.
I watched the screen and bit my nails with nervous energy, waiting for her score. When they announced it, all of the air was sucked out of my lungs.
229.17
“Holy shit,” I breathed out. I was in shock. I watched with ample attention as she realized just how well she had done.
This score put her in first place overall, meaning that if no one else scored higher, she would become an Olympic gold medalist.
No fucking way.
The video cut out after the reveal of her score. I quickly closed out the DVD and opened an internet browser. I needed to know how it ended.
Typing in “Figueroa Ryan”, I clicked the enter button. A bunch of links popped up, about fifty percent of them were reports and articles about her parent’s accident. The other fifty percent were about her figure skating career.
Scrolling down the page, my heart stopped in my chest.
Woman’s Olympic Gold Medalist - Figueroa Ryan
Realization dawned on me like a smack to the face.
She wasn’t skating now.
When she said she gave up everything to get Aqua, she was not kidding.
She gave up her entire figure skating career.
My eyes popped out of my head, my jaw fell open, and my breathing became erratic.
No matter what she said, that was not a decision she made lightly.
No one should have been made to choose between their family and their career.
But not only did she choose, she picked her little sister.
I already knew this woman was perfect for me, this just solidified it in my mind, not just my heart.
Anyone who would give up what she did for her family, was my kind of people.
Even if she is completely bipolar.
Sweet Figgy.
Sassy Figgy.
You never know which one you’ll get.
I smirked as I thought about her sassy mouth and what kind of trouble it always got her into.
An idea struck me like a puck to the head.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I dialed a number and pressed the device to my ear.
The phone rang a couple of times before someone picked up.