Belong

by NB Baker

  He places his face into my mound of aching flesh. “My God, you smell amazing. I can’t wait another minute to taste you.”

  He takes my leg and places it over his shoulder and dives into my dripping wet pussy. Running his tongue back and forth, showing my bud special attention with quick flicks, then slow tantalizing circles. It’s more than my body can handle. I plummet into glorious ecstasy.

  As I start to collapse to the ground, he wraps his arms around my waist, catching me, slowly lowering us to the ground. “Oh, Sarah. I’ve only started with you.”

  The words and the sultry tone in which he says it reignites my burning desire for him. I reach, grabbing a handful of his T-shirt, and start pulling. I want his bare skin against mine so bad that I start ripping his shirt. The sound of the fabric tearing sends a rush of animal-like hunger through me. I pull harder until it comes completely from his body, discarding the shredded pieces to the ground.

  Justin sits back on his heels. I quickly unbuckle his belt, lower the zipper on his jeans, freeing his rock hard cock. I take it into my hands and start stoking up and down with smooth even movements. As my rhythm increases, Justin starts rocking his hips. I squeeze the base of his dick and his balls at the same time, causing him to make the most delicious sound from deep within his throat.

  “Jesus, Sarah! I’m going to bury my cock so deep inside of you. I want to hear you screaming my name. Begging me to stop, yet threating to kill me if I do.”

  Before I let go of his dick, I bend down and flick my tongue across the head, licking the delectable moisture that has formed on the tip and running down the side of his long hard shaft. He lets out another groan before pushing me back against the ground, pinning my hands above my head. Looking into my eyes, he gives me a sensual grin before he takes his cock and slowly slides it into me. It feels unbelievable as he fills me completely and slowly begins to plunge deep inside of me over and over.

  I wake up to someone rocking my shoulder and a soft voice. “Kitten, we’re home.”

  “What?”

  “We’re home.”

  My brain, foggy with sleep, prevents me from understanding what’s going on. Son of a bitch. I was only fucking dreaming. Blinking my eyes, I try to get them to adjust to the bright sunlight. I lift my arm to block the light from my eyes. Pain shoots through my side. It takes everything I have not to scream, so I just clench my teeth as hard as I can.

  Justin is standing next to me. “It’s alright. I’ve got you.”

  He carefully reaches across me, unbuckling the seatbelt. He slides one arm under my legs and the other gently behind my back, while lifting me out of his truck. We’re outside a light gray duplex with white trim. There’s a tree in the front yard, its golden colors of fall sparkle in the morning light. I tuck my head into his neck as he carries me with ease up the sidewalk.

  When we get inside, I don’t take my face out of his neck. He smells so good, a very manly, woodsy, yet sweet smell. The stubble on his chin tickles my cheek as I snuggle in closer. I’m beyond exhausted. It’s taking all I have not to fall asleep in his arms.

  I hear what sounds like a herd of elephants running towards us. “Hey, buddy what’s going on? Calm down. Calm down.”

  Wondering who’s he talking to? Is someone else here? That’s when I hear what sounds like snorts and then a sneeze. It’s not a sound that I’ve ever heard human make. I open my eyes when Justin sets me down on the sofa. Right there only inches from my face, staring at me is the cutest Bull Dog I’ve ever seen. He’s got a face that makes me want just to grab it and pinch his cheeks. I try to say hi, but before I can I say anything, he gives me the wettest, most slobbery kiss right across the face.

  “Hey, Bruce. Take it easy. That’s my girl.” Justin laughs, and he rubs Bruce’s head, making his wrinkles flip and flop everywhere.

  He puts his front paws up on the couch, sniffing and grunting as he checks me out. “Hi there, Bruce. It’s nice to meet you.”

  He inches closer to me, and I can see him trying to get his back leg up on the couch. He looks at Justin as if he’s asking if it’s okay to get up with me.

  Justin picks him up and sets him back on the floor. “Okay, old man let’s not get too excited.”

  Justin helps me get settled on the couch. He brings me a soft blanket, a pillow, and a hot cup of tea.

  Carefully tucking me in and handing me the TV remote, he announces, “I’m going out and get your bags. Are you going to be alright for just a second?”

  “Yeah, I’m good.”

  He bends down and gives me a kiss on the forehead. Looking at Bruce, he asks, “You coming?”

  Bruce starts to bounce around wagging his entire butt since he doesn’t have anything but a little nub for a tail. I keep flipping through the channels until I finally find reruns of Three’s Company. I snuggle in for some no thinking, comedy. Justin and Bruce don’t take long at all. It’s the cutest thing when Bruce comes trotting in with my scarf and Justin right behind him lugging my giant suitcase.

  Bruce comes over and drops my scarf next to me. He looks up at me with the proudest look on his face. I start scratching his head and talking in a goofy voice. “Oh, what an adorable good boy. You’re just the cutest thing ever, aren’t you? Yes, you are. Such a good boy.”

  He immediately starts wagging his butt again and giving me kisses. Justin sets the suitcase down and sits in a chair that next to the couch. “Hey, dude. Back off. I’m getting a little jealous here,” he teases.

  Bruce slowly starts inching his way up on the couch. I carefully scoot over to make room for him. Justin starts to call for him to stop but he’s too late. Bruce has made his way up and is making himself comfy.

  I start petting Bruce’s soft, pudgy body. “He’s fine, Justin. It’s nice, ya know, I always wanted a dog when I was younger.”

  “What? Didn't you have one? Why not? Wow! I can’t imagine growing up without a pet.”

  I don’t want to go into the fact that Stella was allergic to everything, so I just shrug my shoulders. “Don’t know, we just didn’t.”

  “Well, I’m pretty sure you have one now.”

  I look at Bruce, and he’s rolled over, so he’s lying on his back sound asleep. “So, how did you come up with the name Bruce? It just seems so… I don’t know, human.”

  “Shh, don’t say that too loud. He thinks he is human.” Justin gets up and comes over to the couch, sitting down on the end by my feet. He lifts my legs gently not to hurt me and sets my feet on his lap. “I named him after my idol, Bruce Lee. I grew up watching his movies with my dad. He’s the reason I got interested in martial arts. To say I had a lot of shit going on in my head when I was younger would be an understatement. I developed one hell of a temper. I started kickboxing to help get out some of the aggression I had pent up. Once I got started, all I wanted was to learn and master more. It gave me direction, something that I could focus on, I guess you could say. Now, I get the honor of teaching others.”

  I love the way he speaks when he’s talking about something that he feels passionate about. It flows from him like water through a river. He opens up a deep part of his soul and paints the most amazing picture to share with only you.

  “Sarah, I know you don’t want to talk about what happened today. But I want you to give this some serious thought. Once you get healed up, I would like to teach you some self-defense techniques.”

  I lift an eyebrow at him because there is no way in fuck he can be serious. “Justin, I can hardly walk and chew gum at the same time. I swear the floor hates me and all chairs and walls are nothing but a bunch of bullies.”

  “Like I said, just give it some thought, and we’ll cross that bridge another day. But you are going to learn some moves.”

  Bruce starts to kick his feet in the air. “See, even Bruce can do some kind of self-defense. He’s breaking out his best moves.”

  I tickle the pads of his feet. “Your daddy’s a little nutty, isn’t he? I think you’re just chasing a bu
nny. Aren’t ya boy?”

  Bruce jerks, hitting me right in the ribs. Clenching my jaw, trying not to show how bad it hurts, I wait for the pain to pass.

  “Shit! Are you okay? Fuck, I’m so sorry.” I know Justin wants to move but doesn’t want to run the chance of hurting me.

  Justin lifts my feet slowly then jumps up and grabs Bruce setting him on the floor. “I wish you would let me take you to the hospital. I know you don’t want to go because, well you don’t want to deal with any shit. But you can just make something up. I just really want to know that you’re okay.”

  “Justin, no. I’ll be fine. It’s just going to take a day or two.” I can tell by the scowl on his face that he’s irritated with me.

  “Damn it! You’re the most bullheaded person I think I have ever met in my life. You know, I am so fucking tempted to throw you over my shoulder and carrying your ass to the hospital kicking and screaming.”

  “Justin, I said no,” I say, sternly.

  His domineer softens. “I’m just worried about you. You have some pretty serious looking gashes that probably should get stitched, and those bruises are just brutal. I start to say no again, but he cuts me off. “I know. I know. You’re not going. So, if I compromise, and I stop nagging you about going to the hospital. You have to do me a favor.”

  I’m a little skeptical. “And exactly what favor might that be?”

  He gets down on his knees in front of me. Taking my hand in his and looking me directly in the eyes. “You stay here with me. Not just for a night or two, but until you don’t want to be here anymore. While you’re healing, you let me take care of you. When you’re healed you let me teach you some self-defense? And please, please don’t go anywhere by yourself.”

  I think about everything he just said. But from the words ‘you stay with me, not for just a night or two,' no matter how bad the physical pain is right now, it doesn’t compare to the pure bliss I feel in my heart right now.

  “Deal.”

  He puts his head down on our hands. When he looks up his face has relaxed, and his eyes have softened. “Thank you.”

  “Justin, will you lay down with me?”

  “Kitten, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I don’t want to hurt you. This couch isn’t exactly big.”

  “Please, I need to have you close.”

  He gets to his feet and disappears into the kitchen. I hear the clunks of cabinets opening and closing, and then the water running in the sink. When he gets back, he hands me a couple of pills and a glass of water.

  “It’s some pain meds I got after my knee surgery. You think you’re hurting now, just give it some time.”

  In a discouraged voice, I muster out, “Well, that sounds fabulous.”

  I know he’s right, so I put the pills in my mouth and wash them down with the water. He moves to the back of the couch and carefully crawls in behind me. I can tell he’s not really laying down but holding his weight on his arms, making sure not to put any pressure on me.

  “Justin, for real, lay down, please. I want you to snuggle in and wrap your arms around me. Hold me and promise me that you’ll never let me go.”

  I feel the couch dip as he settles into the couch. I adjust so that I’m as close to him as possible. Looking back at him, I say, “There, isn’t that more comfortable?”

  He smiles at me. “Yeah. You’re right, it is. He gently pulls me in closer. One arm stays wrapped around me. I can feel his warm breath as it caresses my cheek. He leans in close and softly whispers into my ear, “I promise, I’ll never let you go.”

  We lay there for a while not saying a word. He starts playing with a lock of my hair. Between the pain meds and his touch, I feel my eyes growing heavy.

  As I drift off to sleep, I swear I hear him say, “I hope you know that you’ve stolen my heart. It belongs to you.”

  Chapter Six

  I get a chill up the back of my spine. I haven’t opened my eyes yet, but I know that someone is staring at me. My heart tightens with fear and my body tenses as it prepares for impact. Then I hear a familiar snort, and I remember where I am and realize that there’s no reason for me to be anxious. I crack one eye open and there sitting about two feet away from me is Bruce. I swear he looks like he’s smiling at me. I pat on the couch for him to come over to me but he doesn’t move a muscle, just continues to sit there smiling at me. I hear noise coming from the kitchen again, and then the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills my nose. There’s something else mixed into the aroma, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Cinnamon, pumpkin maybe? It doesn’t matter, it smells heavenly.

  I sit up because I have to pee like nobody’s business. Man, Justin was right, I’m fucking sore. Yesterday’s pain has got nothing on what I feel like right now. It’s like Mac truck versus Godzilla with a little Freddy Krueger mixed in. I know that moving around will help loosen up my bruised and battered body. But, fuck me, man. This is even more painful than I imagined. I ease back down to the couch. Bruce still hasn’t moved. He just sits there looking at me like I’m nuts.

  “Geez, Bruce. The least you could do is help a girl up!” He tilts his head to one side then the other. He looks toward the other room and lets out a couple of loud barks then looks back at me.

  Justin comes walking from the kitchen toward the couch carrying a steaming cup of coffee. My mouth instantly starts to water. I know that it’s partly because it’s been too long since I’ve had coffee. But mostly because Justin is wearing nothing but pajama bottoms. My eyes run the length of his lean muscular body. Pausing for an inappropriate amount of time looking at the dark trail of hair that runs from just underneath his belly button only to disappear under the waistband of his pants.

  Justin clears his throat. I pull my eyes away from the glorious trail that leads down to what I’m sure is a marvelous treasure. When I finally make eye contact with him, his one eyebrow is lifted, and there’s that smirk.

  “What? I’ve had the shit beat out of me. I’m not dead. Besides, it’s your fault. Walking around here all GQ like. It’s hard for a girl to focus on anything else.”

  He hands me the cup of coffee and sits down next to me. “Well, the only thing you need to focus on is getting better.”

  He pats the couch and Bruce come waddling over to him acting all happy and proud. That’s when I realize that Bruce hadn’t moved since I woke up.

  “Wait a second… Was he babysitting me?”

  Bruce crawls up into Justin’s lap, and Justin rubs him behind his ear. “I wouldn’t say babysitting exactly. More like, just keeping an eye on you.”

  I bend over the best I can to get down eye level to Bruce. “Trader.”

  He gives me a big lick across the face. “Okay, fine. You’re forgiven.” I smile.

  I take a long drink of coffee and almost spit it across the room. Whatever it is that I’m smelling isn’t this coffee. Holy bat shit. This isn’t fucking coffee. This is more like black tar that’s been hanging around underground for a couple million years.

  Justin has the most adorable look on his face. “I’m guessing by that look. The coffee’s a little strong. Sorry, I haven’t made coffee in a while. I normally just grab some on the way to work.”

  With a sheepish smile, I tell him, “Umm, it’s just a tad strong.”

  He lets out a loud chuckle and shakes his head. He takes the cup from my hand gets up and heads for the kitchen. “Kitten, you are a terrible liar.”

  Once again, Bruce stays behind, sitting and watching me intently. I stick my tongue out at him. “Watch this.”

  Bracing my weight against the arm of the couch, I slowly get up. Holy fucking shit balls. It does hurt more than yesterday. Every single inch of my body hurts, even my hair hurts. I make it to my feet and begin to make my way down the only hallway in the house. I need to find the bathroom ASAP. Justin had led me yesterday, and frankly, I didn’t pay attention which door was the bathroom. I hear Bruce let out a little whimper as I walk away.

  I turn back to
him, holding my finger to my lips. “Shh.”

  The hallway is completely decorated with framed artwork of Bruce Lee. I guess he is a really big fan. I hear the patter of feet behind me. The minute I look back, Bruce is right behind me. Turning back around, I see something that doesn’t fit into the Bruce Lee motif. At the far end of the hall, there is a glamorous frame, with a single light shining down on it. When I get close, I see it’s a photo of a couple standing at the altar. She’s wearing one of the most elegant dresses I have ever seen in my life.

  It’s a very simple design. Made of only silk that fits her petite frame perfectly. The train stretches out beyond the edge of the photo. Looking like she just stepped out of an old Audrey Hepburn movie. Around her neck is a single strand of pearls. Her hair is in loose curls that cascade upon her shoulders. One side is pulled back with a comb of matching pearls. She holds an exquisite bouquet of white calla lilies and pink roses. Looking up at him, she has the sweetest most endearing expression. Like her entire world is standing right there next to her.

  The man next to her is of equal stature. Very tall, with broad shoulders. He was wearing a traditional black and white tuxedo with a single calla lily on his lapel. He too has a look of complete admiration and love for the beauty standing next to him. The entire scene is so surreal, exuding elegance and grace. It feels like I am sitting in the front church pew sharing in the excitement. Surrounded by the love that is shared between these two people. I hear the cheers as they say, ‘I do,’ and then he kisses his bride. The Recessional begins to play as they make their way down the aisle as the new Mr. and Mrs., walking out the church doors to start their new lives together. To live happily ever after.

  A loud crash and then an even louder, ”Shit,” pulls me away from what I truly believe was an enchanted event. I make my way carefully back down the hallway. I poke my head in the first room I come to. It’s not the bathroom. I’m guessing it's Justin’s bedroom. I can’t believe my eyes. It’s in perfect shape. The bed is made, no dirty clothes are laying around. Good hell, there’s not even a dirty glass on the night stand. The curtains and bedspread are both a dark blue and brown combo. There are even a couple of MC Escher prints on the wall. Suddenly my head starts to spin, and I can feel sweat starting to build on my forehead. I hold onto the wall for stability as I make my way to the next room. Why didn’t I just listen and stay put until Justin came back? Oh, that’s right, I have to pee, and I’m nosey as fuck and wanted to look around. The next room is a laundry room and holy shit, it’s just tidy as the bedroom. Who is this guy? Mary Fucking Poppins?