Little Black Box Set (The Black Trilogy)

by Tabatha Vargo

  Love.

  I was in love with Jane.

  She was my first everything, and I knew I had to get her out from under Darrell’s fingertips and us into a home of our own. It wouldn’t be as nice as what she was living in now, but we would have each other, and I had a feeling that would be enough for both of us.

  We’d finished in just enough time. Jane had barely gotten dressed when we heard the front door open and slam downstairs.

  “Jane?”

  Darrell’s deep voice rang through the house as he called for his wife. She left my room, and I watched her through the slit in my door, wishing he wasn’t in the picture. Wishing he couldn’t take her away from me.

  She stopped at the bottom of the steps and breathed deep. Her breasts moved up with her inhale, and I knew she was readying herself to act “normal” around him.

  I grew hard again when she ran her palms down her body to smooth her dress. Knowing she was touching herself—caressing the body I’d grown to adore so much—was enough to make me want to go for a third round.

  She ran her slender fingers through her hair before meeting Darrell in the kitchen. From where I stood, I could see him wrap his arms around her waist and pull her in for a kiss.

  My fist clenched, and I pushed it into the doorframe until my skin turned white.

  She was mine.

  All mine.

  At least I could feel satisfaction at knowing every time he kissed her, he was sucking my dick.

  TWELVE

  DARRELL SEEMED TO BE WORKING more than before. Not that I was complaining, but I had never had great luck in my shitty life, so I considered myself lucky on the nights when he would call and say he’d be working late.

  We both knew he wasn’t working. Darrell was drinking himself to death. I wasn’t sure what it was that was sending him over the edge, but I was sure he was clueless I was fucking his wife.

  At least, I hoped he was.

  Not that it mattered.

  What was the worst that could happen?

  He’d kick her out?

  Again, that would be lucky for me.

  So we enjoyed the nights when Darrell was “working late.”

  On those nights, Jane and I would eat a romantic dinner alone before crashing on the couch to watch some of my favorite cartoon characters. About an hour in, I’d make my move, and before long, she’d be beneath me while I fucked my name from her plump lips and unloaded deep inside her just the way she liked it.

  We never used protection, and I guess maybe I should have wondered about that, but every time I even mentioned it, she would say having me come inside her was her favorite part.

  It didn’t bother me one bit.

  What was the worst that could happen?

  She’d get pregnant.

  Maybe if I knocked her up, I could keep her.

  Then again, I remembered Deloris telling me the Jepsons couldn’t have children, which was why I was living under their roof and having the best time of my life with the lady of the house.

  “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, drawing a line with my fingertip down between her perky tits.

  “You must be blind.” She giggled. “Now you, on the other hand,” she said, turning me onto my back and straddling my hips. “You’re the beautiful one.”

  Her lips skimmed my chin before she kissed my jawline and then my lips.

  Combing her fingers through my thick hair, her nails scratched against my scalp as she fisted a handful of my dark locks and pulled tight.

  I growled.

  I never thought I’d love pain mixed with my pleasure, but it was my favorite part.

  Her biting.

  Pulling my hair.

  Digging her nails into my flesh.

  Once, she’d drawn blood, and I came harder than I ever had before.

  “I see just fine. You’re fucking gorgeous, baby. So you think I’m beautiful, huh?” I flirted, rolling her onto her back and settling between her thighs.

  My dick was already throbbing hard. It seemed to stay that way for Jane.

  She wiggled beneath me, lining my hard cock up with her wet slit. Grinning up at me, she pulled my hair harder before forcing my mouth against her erect nipple.

  I sucked, releasing the bud with a pop, and then sucked harder, marking her with my mouth.

  I closed my teeth around the pink tip and pulled until she arched her back and my name slipped between her parted lips.

  “Sebastian.”

  I loved watching her face change with the heat of my mouth and the touch of my fingers. I slipped my hand between her smooth thighs, finding her slippery nub with my fingertip. I didn’t stop until she was trembling beneath me and screaming my name.

  I had no idea a woman could have so many orgasms, but Jane could. She’d taught me the codes to her body, and I entered those codes for her release every chance I got.

  I was jealous.

  While I was completely capable of going a few rounds myself, I always needed at least twenty minutes between each time.

  Jane, on the other hand, needed seconds. Sometimes, when I fucked her especially well, she’d have multiples. Those were my favorite.

  Afterward, we lay together, and I watched her sleep in my arms. She glowed like a goddess in the lamplight, her glistening skin shining like priceless diamonds.

  Her skin wasn’t as supple as the young girls who’d let me touch them, but it was better. Better because I was in love with the woman I was touching.

  It had been a little over a month, but I’d known from the very beginning that I was falling. I couldn’t and I wouldn’t deny the feelings I had for her. She’d done things to me no other person ever had, touched me the way no young, inexperienced girl could.

  Jane had taught me the most valuable lessons, and I was only too willing to use those lessons on her in hopes that one day—if she didn’t already—she would love me the same.

  My life before her was one shitstorm after another, and I had more ups and downs than I cared to admit, but I was where I finally belonged. I’d lost a lot in my life, but all of it was worth it just to have her in my arms.

  I’d never felt more at home anywhere else.

  Soon, I dozed off myself, and it wasn’t long until Jane was pushing against my shoulder to wake me.

  “Time to get up,” she said, peeling the covers back and revealing her naked skin.

  A small tattoo of a butterfly on her hip had begun to age and fade, but it only added to her appeal.

  “Five more minutes,” I said, pulling her back into my arms and onto the bed.

  “Sebastian,” she whined, pulling against my hold.

  She turned and pushed against my chest as she hurried and climbed from my bed to dress.

  “I love your stamina, believe me, I do, but you’ve worn me out.” She laughed, but it sounded off … forced.

  Something was up.

  She already had her T-shirt back on, and I knew there was no talking her back to bed once she was completely dressed, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to at least try.

  Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I stood, letting the blankets fall to the ground.

  “Are you going to leave me like this?” I pointed at my semi.

  Her eyes moved down my body before she closed the distance between us. Her fingers were cool as they wrapped around my length. She moved her finger over the pearl-size drop at the head, smoothing it over me.

  My breath hissed between my teeth, and I pulled her to me, my mouth coming down hard on hers. Her fingers tightened around me, and she sucked my tongue into her mouth the way I wanted her to suck my cock into her mouth.

  But then she was gone, falling back a few steps and putting space between us.

  “Stop it, Sebastian,” she warned and hurried to finish getting dressed.

  “Stop what? Making you wet? You love when I make you wet. Five minutes, baby, that’s all I’m asking for.”

  “We can’t,” she insisted, checking
her flawless face in the mirror above my dresser. “In five more minutes, he’ll be home. Do you want him to catch us this way?” she asked.

  Honestly?

  I kind of hoped he would catch us. Maybe then he would leave us be, and I could have her all to myself.

  She’d promised me she’d quit fucking him, too, but I wasn’t stupid. I knew that would never happen as long as she lived under his roof. It killed me knowing that across the hall he was invading what was mine—knowing he was doing all the things to her that I wanted to do.

  I couldn’t take it.

  It wasn’t going to be long before I finally snapped.

  “Let’s not ruin this for five minutes when you’ve had me all afternoon,” she said, patting the side of her freshly fucked hair down.

  “It’s not enough, Jane.” I came up behind her, slipping an arm around her waist and moving her long hair to the side. I sucked hard on the soft skin where her shoulder met her neck, hoping to leave a noticeable mark.

  “Sebastian!” she scolded, pulling away.

  She pushed me away before turning toward the mirror.

  “You know the rules. No marks.” She examined her neck in the mirror, rubbing at the red blotch I’d left. “He’d shit bricks if he saw one.”

  “So what?” I snapped angrily.

  She met my eyes in the mirror and frowned. “What do you mean, so what?” She turned around and put her hands on her hips. “We have a good thing going. Why are you trying to ruin it?”

  We had a good thing going?

  I wanted to ask her what kind of thing we had going, but I didn’t want to sound needy and stupid—I didn’t want to embarrass myself.

  Part of me knew she loved me, too, even though she had yet to tell me, but another part of me thought maybe she’d cut and run if I pushed for more. That was the last thing I wanted.

  “I’m not.” I shrugged as I fell back on my bed. “It’s just … I don’t like sharing you with him. It’s driving me fucking crazy thinking of you fucking him at night. You should be in my bed … not his.”

  Her face softened, and she moved between my legs and cupped my cheeks in her soft palms. “You know I care about you, Sebastian.”

  “But you still sleep in bed with him every night. You still fuck him. I hear you from across the hall!” I pointed at my bedroom door, which was almost directly across from theirs. “I can’t stand it, Jane. I don’t know how much longer I can take it. Knowing he’s touching you—knowing he’s inside you.”

  “Sebastian.” She said my name sweetly.

  She tried to look me in the eyes, but I turned my head. Looking at her made me weak, and at that moment, I needed to hold my ground.

  “Look at me, Sebastian,” she cooed, knowing I couldn’t resist anything she asked of me.

  Her tiny hands pressed firmly into my cheeks, forcing me to look at her.

  “I only do it so he doesn’t get suspicious. Plus, I think of you when I’m with him. He doesn’t touch me the way you touch me.”

  Her fingers found my wrist, and she pulled my hand to her ribs, slowly moving it up to cup her breast through her shirt. I felt her hard nipple beneath my fingers, so I pinched it hard, making her cry out.

  “He doesn’t make me respond like that. He doesn’t know my body the way you do, Sebastian. I fake it with him. I promise.”

  She moved her lips over mine, and her sweet breath filled my parted lips until she was all I could taste.

  “You’re mine,” I said against her mouth, pulling her closer to me.

  She pulled away and nodded.

  “You’re right,” she said, taking another step back.

  She lifted the long T-shirt she was wearing until I could see the bare skin of her pussy. “Now, hurry and come fuck me like I’m yours. Show me what you can do in five minutes.”

  I’d asked for five more minutes, but I had her screaming in two.

  THIRTEEN

  JANE GOT HER PERIOD THE NEXT DAY, which meant a few days with no sex, but that was fine by me. Being with Jane was my favorite thing about life. Sex was just the icing on an already delicious cake.

  “Wow, Jessica Rabbit? Really, Sebastian?” Jane laughed.

  “What?” I asked confused.

  My favorite movie was Who Framed Rodger Rabbit. Not because it was an amazing movie, but because of Jessica Rabbit.

  She was perfection, and I thought everyone could see her flawlessness.

  How could anyone not see how every intricate line defining her character was perfectly drawn?

  How curvy she was?

  How sexy?

  How succulent?

  “You’re serious?” she asked with a chuckle.

  Again, I was confused.

  “Yes, I’m serious. If I could fuck any cartoon character, it would be Jessica Rabbit. She’s hot.”

  “You’re sick. You know that, right?” She laughed, tossing a piece of popcorn at me.

  She was adorable in her sweatpants and long T-shirt. I’d spent the morning giving her a massage since she was complaining about cramps and muscle aches. She said no man had ever been so attentive, but I didn’t mind one bit. Anything I could do to touch her, I was doing.

  “Says the woman who wants to use a strap-on in my ass,” I teased.

  At some point, I knew I’d give in to that if it made her happy, but I was holding out as long as I could.

  Let Darrell be the one to take it up the ass. He was already such a bitch. It suited him well.

  “Oh, shut it. You’d love it. I promise.” She winked, making me laugh.

  “Doubt that.” I dipped my hand into the bag and grabbed a handful of popcorn. “So what about you?”

  “What about me?” she asked.

  “If you could fuck a cartoon character, who would it be?”

  “Hmmm.” She tapped her chin as she contemplated her answer. “I’d say Fred Flintstone.”

  I laughed hard, my stomach muscles aching.

  “You’re not serious.”

  Her eyes went wide. “I totally am!”

  “Why in the fuck would you want to bang Fred Flintstone?”

  “He’s a caveman … hello? I like it rough. I think Fred could make my bed rock … hard.”

  At that, we both laughed.

  “And you call me sick,” I said.

  Being myself with Jane meant everything to me, and I’d never been myself more with anyone else.

  “Shit,” she said, standing and dropping the bag of popcorn in my lap.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “He’s home. I need to get dinner started.”

  Lifting the remote, I turned the TV to ESPN for Darrell and cleaned off the coffee table in front of where we’d been sitting.

  “Hey, Sebastian, any good games on?” he asked when he came into the room.

  Tossing his coat onto the back of the couch, he fell onto the cushions and began to remove his perfectly polished shoes.

  “Nope,” I said, leaving the sounds of the sportscasters on the screen behind me.

  I walked into the kitchen to find Jane standing with her back to me. Her hands were in the sink, and the water was almost drowning out the sounds of the TV Darrell was now watching.

  Looking behind me, I checked that he was still sitting on the couch before quietly going up behind her. I pressed myself against the back of her ass, pushing her into the edge of the porcelain sink.

  She made a startled sound before turning with soap suds stuck to her dainty fingers.

  Her face went pale, and her eyes widened as she pushed me away from her. Her reaction caught me off guard, and hurt seeped into my stomach, igniting a fire within.

  “What’s the problem?” I whispered.

  Again, she pushed at me when I tried to get closer.

  “Are you insane, Sebastian? He’s right there,” she whispered, pointing in the direction of the couch where he was sitting.

  From his spot, he couldn’t see her, and technically, we couldn’t see
him, but I was listening carefully for the sounds of the creaking couch.

  “Are you kidding me? He falls asleep in front of that TV every night. He’s going to ignore you … just like he always does. Thankfully.”

  I trapped her between the sink and myself, and she struggled once again to get away from me.

  “Wow. Thankfully? Are you happy my husband ignores me?”

  What the hell was her problem?

  Of course, I was happy her husband ignored her. When he was ignoring her, he was giving me plenty of time alone with her. That was all I wanted.

  To be with Jane.

  Alone with Jane.

  “Ecstatic. You’re mine. Not his.”

  I grinned down at her, sure she would become playful as usual, but she didn’t. Instead, she glared up at me.

  “Knock it off and go to your room,” she demanded.

  I blinked at her several times; sure I was hearing her wrong.

  “Go to my room?”

  She nodded again, and her eyes widened as if she heard him coming.

  “Yes, go upstairs.”

  “You’re serious?”

  I could hardly believe my ears. She was chastising me like I was a child and not the man who’d been fucking her senseless over the past few weeks.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  Anger struck me deep, fueling the flames in my gut.

  “I’m not a child, Jane,” I said loudly. “Don’t treat me like I need a time-out.”

  She hushed me, sliding her palm over my lips to keep me quiet. Her breathing picked up as she stretched her neck to get a peek of Darrell on the couch.

  “You can’t do things like this, Sebastian. He’ll send you away. Do you want that? Because I don’t.”

  Again, I tried for playful, hoping to get her in the mood.

  “Why?” I asked, moving closer to her yet again. “Would you miss the way I touch you? The way only I can touch you?”

  She swallowed and shifted on her feet. “Stop it, Sebastian.”

  “Why? Are you scared I’ll make you wet, and we won’t be able to do anything about it for a few more days?” I chuckled. “I bet it’s torture knowing you can’t fuck me.”

  She turned away from me, but I caught her chin and forced her to look me in the eye.