by Maggie Twain
His head tilts to the side. “I’ve not seen you around in a while, say…” he pauses to scrutinize my bar attire, which is basically just jeans and a tight red t-shirt, “I was thinking you might want to reconsider my offer from before, you know, now that we’re heading someplace and all?”
It might be a joke or it might not be. Still, I’m unable to suppress my head’s natural inclination to jerk back. “I’m not sure what offer you’re talking about.” I glance overtly beyond him to the growing line, hoping he’ll catch the hint. No such luck by the looks of it. And, of course, I remember very vividly his offer to do to me precisely what he recently did to Mac. A million times, no thanks.
His finger runs across mine, which I foolishly left innocently atop the bar. “You know, maybe after the gig we could go grab a beer?”
“Is that what you offered Mac, a beer? Or is that just code for something else?” Unfortunately, I’m not heard above the sound of the drummer having a quick bash to excite the crowd, however, Mac chooses this very moment to slink over from the side and now she’s standing arms akimbo, all menace like I’ve never seen her.
“Hey, you’ve got your drinks, so why don’t you just fuck off.”
Phil sucks in air, grabs the four glasses and slinks away into the crowd.
I smile at Mac. “Thanks so much.”
She’s still staring daggers into the back of the fleeing rat. “A word of advice, Hailstorm,” her jaw clenches, “he’s shit in the sack anyway.”
“Um…” that was advice? Well, I’ll take it anyway.
The next hour’s heaving and I have to fix beers non-stop without a single breather. I lose count of how many drinks I see fly across the length of the floor and at one stage a fight ensues and then security are shoving through the mass of bodies and grabbing the idiots before turfing them out. Ten minutes later, one of the men, complete with bruised eye, is rejoining my line for more beer and I have to get Gavin to once again call security. There are never-ending clouds of vape smoke pluming into the air, contravening Massachusetts law, and worse, because there’s also that awful pungent smell of weed polluting the entire venue. Near the back where it’s less densely packed, a female freshman slips on a pile of sick and in the corner a big male punter’s screwing a woman against one of the support pillars close to a man who watches eagerly whilst eating a pack of potato chips.
Just a regular night Jives.
“Looks like the air-con picked the wrong week to malfunction, right?” Gavin has to shout his jest into my ear. “Hailstorm, let me take over here whilst you go plunge into the shit to fetch some glasses. Busy night, we’re running low.”
I rub my eyes, nod and brace myself before heading into the stink and then I make sure to stick to the edges where it’s less dense and the glasses make for easier pickings. Fork Beard finishes one particular ear-piercing song before announcing it’s time for a ten-minute intermission so they can top up on beer and change over to a more acoustic set.
When I commence collecting glasses from tables, the heat’s beyond unbearable. In one spot, Beer is literally running down the walls and all I can think is that it’s me who has to clean all that off. I’m moving to the next table when I feel a hand on my arm.
“Hey, girl,” it’s Phil again and his gaze absolutely roams over my chest, “I’m telling you, there has to be a reason you keep getting in my line of sight. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to grab that beer?”
I angle away to persist with my task of glass collecting. “Um, yes, I’m sure, but thanks.”
“Hey,” his hand is on my arm again and he leans in close to be heard above the intermission music, “where I come from, it’s polite to look at a man when he’s talking to you.”
I turn around and give my collection basket a shake. “Can’t you see I’m busy.”
“I’m not asking to drink a beer with you now.” He’s squeezing my arm and it hurts. “I meant after all this is over.”
It’s truly saying something when the thought of being left alone to collect glasses is extremely appealing. “I’m sorry, Phil, but the answer is no. I’m not interested, but thanks.” Now please, let that be it.
I turn back to the table and that’s when I feel his sticky hands grab my waist. A second later his crotch is grinding into my ass and his breath is hot in my ear. “Yeah, well, fuck you, you stupid ugly cunt,” he continues dry humping my ass, “this is what you’re missing out on.”
There’s a half-filled glass of beer somebody left on the table and I snatch it up, spin on my flats and hurl it flush in his eyes.
“Fuuu…” his cheeks flare red as he wipes the beer from his face, “you fucking bitch!” And then his hand draws back and I flinch in preparation for being slapped, or worse, but the strike never comes because out from nowhere there’s a large hand wrapped tightly around Phil’s wrist.
“Wrong move.” It’s Decker … what the fuck? He takes a second to glance at me, his face, his hair, his shirt, he’s soaking wet. “Haley, you couldn’t avert your eyes for a second, could you?”
“Um, sure,” I do as he says and then there’s a muffled blunt sound and when I turn back, Phil’s sprawled out on the ground with a closed eye and a crowd gathering around him. My eyes widen of their own accord and I still don’t know what the heck Decker’s doing here, or how? There are more questions too, like did I really just witness him touching somebody and if he’s willing to grab, not to mention punch, Phil, then why the fuck can’t he bring himself to touch me? And then almost as soon as I make that thought, Decker’s taking my hand and leading me through the crowds towards the emergency exit.
“Wait!” I put my foot down hard. “Will you tell me what’s going on?”
He spins around and now I can see how difficult coming in here was for him, as a fresh wave of sweat pours down his forehead. “Haley, we can talk, for sure, I can answer all your questions, but right now I could really do with getting out of here.” He’s still holding my hand and it’s both wonderful and maddening.
My eyes fall to where our fingers are linked and in this moment all I know is that I never want them to part. “Decker, I can’t, I have to work.” Now, that’s a bummer.
He sighs and edges away from a man close by leaning against the wall. “You’re right, let’s go tell your boss you quit.”
“What?”
He leads me in the direction of the bar. “And if you choose not to, you’ll never have to work another day in your life, certainly not here anyway.” He spots Gavin. “Is he your boss?”
“Yes, but…”
“Right…” he drags me over and it’s an incredible thrill to actually touch him, to feel him, the man I love, the way his hand swallows mine. “Hi,” he calls to Gavin, “sorry to be the bearer of bad news but Haley quits.”
All I can do is shrug. “Sorry about the short notice,” but it’s not like I have much of a choice in the matter.
Gavin actually laughs. “Well, at least he’s put a smile on your face. Go on, Hailstorm, get lost.” Wow, that was easy.
“I’ll see you around,” I have to shout over my shoulder as I’m being dragged away and I suppose Decker will have to send Carey to get my bags from Mac’s. Who cares? All that’s for another time.
Decker slams through the fire doors and takes in a huge gulp of cool air. “Fuck!” He shouts. “I did it, I really fucking did it!” He tilts his head back and opens his mouth to the torrential rain. “How good does this feel?”
The rain’s crashing down and after only a few seconds I’m drenched. “Now you listen to me, mister, I’ve just witnessed you stalking through one of the worst bars in New England, hitting a guy and…” I throw down his hand, instantly regret it and snatch back, although I think the point’s been made, “holding my bloody hand, so if you don’t kiss me, and quick, then you’d better make sure that…”
His lips are on mine and immediately I’m being pushed back against the wall, his hips grind against me as his tongue searches deep insid
e my mouth. I have to let go of his hand, but only so I can pull the hems of his shirt out from his pants before grazing up the length of his body, caressing his flesh like my life depends on it, just in case this is the one and only time I’m ever able to touch him.
He groans into my mouth and I feel his manhood hardening against my hip. “I want to fuck you, Haley.”
I’m almost tempted, actually, I’m extremely willing, to fuck him right here and now, in this dingy back alley for fear this moment may never come again. In fact, I’m terrified that if we don’t do it now then whatever spell has overtaken Decker might wear off and this one chance might never again come to be. “Please,” I hiss, “I need…”
“But not here, you’re better than this.”
I heave against his neck and never have I been so conflicted but before I even have chance to release him from his pants and guide him to my entrance, he’s relinquishing his grip and pulling me away, down the alley, to where a familiar looking car is parked diagonally in a loading bay.
I pant, “um, Decker, what the heck happened to your car?”
He opens my door. “I’ll explain later, just get in.”
I do and that’s when I find that his door isn’t even there. Not only that but the interior has all but disappeared as well. My eyebrows rise as I turn to gape at him. “Looks like you’ve had an interesting day.” And that makes me happy! That my absence has made him do all this crazy shit. Hopefully he’s learned his lesson never to part with me again.
He starts the engine and reverses straight into the wall behind. “Yeah, you could say that.” He continues backing out the alley and I see sparks fly off my door where the steel’s scraping against the wall.
“You sure you got this?”
“Not really.”
There’s a crash, a grinding noise and then a pulverized trash can appears from under the front. When we’re back on the road, he applies pressure to the gas and then we’re screeching away out of Cambridge and heading for the bridge.
“What’s that smell?” Something has to be burning.
“Huh? Oh,” he drags a hand through his soaking hair, “to be honest, it could be a number of things.”
I can only laugh. Instinctively, I place my hands in his lap, it’s what I want to do, and immediately I remember myself and start to move away but he grabs ahold of my wrist to keep it in place and my eyes widen when I see the way his pants start to bulge near halfway towards his knee. It’s as thick as my wrist, is all I can think, almost in alarm, but the most important thing is that so far he’s not fighting it, or me, he’s not afraid, and whatever it is he’s packing down there, I’ll gladly disfigure myself in order to accept him because there’s no way I’m allowing Decker to escape me again.
Please allow this spell to remain. Not far left to go, the club is near.
When we’re over the bridge the Carrington Country Club appears atop the hill, though pretty much everything else is a beautiful flowery blur. We screech through the gates and he appears to be heading not for the main building but the summerhouse. A short while later he’s shunting a solitary golf buggy, tipping it over and continuing to drive over it, crushing it beneath the weight of the vehicle. The car stops at a slant and I can only stare at him open-mouthed.
“We’re here.”
“Somehow, we made it,” I hiss.
He steps out, moves around and throws my door open before placing a hand beneath my knees and lifting me out. I throw my hands around his neck and gaze into his face as I float effortlessly through the air. There’s a kick and then I’m being taken across the threshold of the summerhouse, the air fragrant with lavender, he uses his back to open another door and the next thing I know I’m being thrown up high before coming to land softly on a bed.
Decker’s quick to jump on from when he fumbles with the buttons of his shirt whilst I quickly cast off my ghastly red Jives t-shirt. Tugging off his sleeves, his eyes feast on my breasts as the sinewy musculature in his arms pulse with every movement. He finally flings the garment aside and grasps around my back to unhook my bra, his touch is delicious to me and the way he’s so hungry to finally put this thing to rest. I feel the gentle release of tension as the strap behind my back comes apart. As I wriggle my arms out, I can only look on at him with apprehension, am I large, peachy and aesthetic enough for his liking, but his one carnal reaction, the way he exhales and shakes his head, the fire in his eyes, tells me all I need to know.
Please touch me, is all I can think, but if there’s any hesitation, it’s only so he can spend just a second longer appreciating me with his eyes. His hands are quick to seize my breasts and to feel his touch, finally, after all this trouble, forces the breath from my throat and turns me almost lightheaded. I throw my hands around him, pull his lips into mine and our tongues dance tenderly and aggressively in turn. I close my eyes and place all of my being and sentience into feeling his touch, his fingertips as he explores my body, squeezes my globes, roams down my waist and slides back up, but I ache to have him inside of me, to feel him there, to be as close to him as possible because there’ll be time for sweet talking, hugging and kissing later, fuck, we have the rest of our lives for that.
“Decker,” I groan as wrestle with his belt, “please.”
He understands, indeed, he appears to be wrestling with his own dilemma, between taking me slow or fucking me now. His voice is a deep groan, “I’ve got this.”
I fall back to commence battle with my own pants, fumbling with the button, zip, and then I’m relieved to feel Decker eagerly tugging them from my legs. The friction is delicious but not as delicious as his hands clutching my bare thighs once they’re gone. He kicks his own pants free and my eyes are instinctively drawn to the obscene bulge in his underwear, the way they tent and the small damp patch at the apex that could only be his pre-juices.
I did that to him.
It’s the greatest feeling in the world, seeing the proof, knowing that I excite the man I love in such a way and then, without having realized it, I’m back on my knees and lacking the patience to yank away his final obstruction. My hand slides beneath the elastic, immediately finding what I’ve been desiring more than anything else, what I’ve been denied all this time. It’s the only one I’ve ever touched and I’m astonished by its thickness, that I’m unable to connect my fingers around it, its length as I begin working it in and out, up and down, to and fro, the smooth silky texture of the thin layer of flesh and the rock-solid organ it shields. I can’t take my eyes off his face, the way he’s reacting to my strokes.
“Awe, man … so this what I’ve been missing…” Decker tips back his head as his eyes roll up but he manages to compose himself enough to work away his underwear. “Fuck, you’d better stop or else…” he shrinks away and takes a breath before smacking my ass. “Remove yours this second.”
You don’t need to tell me twice, and when they’re gone there’s no time for self-consciousness because his fingers are on me at once, gently parting my folds and slipping just barely inside of me.
I sigh loudly and shiver, and I’ve been so worked up this evening, this day, the last few weeks since I’ve come to know Decker that I can already feel my orgasm building. Wow! It takes all my willpower but I grab ahold of his wrist and tell him, “wait, we’ll come together.”
The devilish grin on his mouth rises. “Turn around, my lover.” The words alone are almost enough to send me over the edge.
I turn and move onto all fours and because there are mirrors occupying the entirety of the sliding wardrobe, I get a front row seat to watch him position his thick, bulbous head before my entrance. I make sure to arch my back and immediately feel his hands squeezing my waist. He removes them to better line himself up and when he presses against my opening and begins smushing against my wetness, the shiver I feel is so intense, it’s almost like an electric shock. That’s it, break me in nice and gently but after that, I want to feel you going to town.
There’s a sharp intake o
f air when finally I feel him part my lips, he grits his teeth as he hits an obstruction and then there’s a short, cutting pain as he forces his way through my virginity.
“Fuck, Haley, you are so tight. Are you ok?”
I take a breath and wait for my muscles to relax, for my pussy walls to accustom to his size. “Um … maybe a sec… hold up … Ok, but take it easy for a bit.” I feel his grip tighten on my ass and then he’s slowly sinking deeper, deeper, deeper and I have to fill my mouth with sheets to save from screaming. I feel blood trickling down the inside of my thigh but I love the way I look so small and vulnerable in front of him, the way my body feels as it adjusts to accommodate his size and finally, how full I feel when he hilts for the first time.
He pulls out and then sinks slowly back inside, and then he commences grunting as his stroke speed increases. I shunt forward with every thrust, every time his hips smack against my buttocks but his strong arms hold me in situ, his biceps popping with the strain of keeping me rooted. The sound is both rhythmic and hypnotizing, the smell animalistic, the sight beyond a turn on but it’s his touch…
He’s touching me the way nature intended, he’s not afraid and yes, I can feel my body responding in the most magical way as my orgasm begins to build. He lovingly strokes my hair then drags his hands down my back and around to caress my breasts and then he lets out a moan.
“Fuck, Haley, I’m about to explode.”
I’m seconds away myself now, as he continues to thrust, I feel the heat from his thighs, and then I let out a scream as my vision blurs and I taste salt on my lips. I feel my walls pulsing around his girth and I assist Decker along by squeezing my muscles as tightly as I can around him.
He moans loudly, “fuuu,” and then I feel his hot sticky jets releasing, slopping against my womb as his fingers sink obscenely deep into my ass. I’m still shaking, almost violently, unable to move yet feeling the need to collapse until finally, Decker’s body goes from rigid to loose, and then he’s falling forwards to collapse on top of me.
I turn my face to meet his lips, our connection still secure, and we enjoy a loving embrace until we fall asleep.