Braxton

by Shayne Ford

  A pause stretches between us, and I wonder if she’s still at the other end.

  “Okay, then... Well, like I said, I regret what happened, and mostly the fact that I was the one who started everything... I don’t know if mom or I will be able to reconcile with whatever happens in your life right now, but as far as I’m concerned, I just want to tell you I’m not judging you. You do what you think is best for you. I guess we all have to learn our lessons,” she says, sorrowful.

  “Probably so,” I mutter absently as I steer right and shortly after, pull to a stop in my driveway. “We’ll talk,” I say, and shove the phone in the purse before I jump out of the car.

  13

  VIOLET

  By the time I take a shower, change my clothes and pull back on the Expressway, driving east, the sun trails toward the horizon.

  My heart feels like a broken seashell.

  What a difference a week makes. Everything seems to flow backwards since we came back from Miami, things defying logic, making absolutely no sense. It’s like a cloud of bad energy following me around.

  Ironically, after all that crap that went down, I haven’t seen much of Jagger this week. He went to a tech training and spent the last couple of nights in Connecticut.

  My workdays are grueling too. Putting in twelve hours or so every day gives me a good idea of what my new job will be like.

  Welcome to my new life.

  It’s been a week, and I still can’t kick myself back into my old existence. I’m in a haze, my focus still shattered. I’m torn, and nothing feels right.

  I call Jagger a few times, the calls going straight to his voicemail. I try to ignore my gut and push back my anxiety, but it’s hard to ignore that he hasn’t returned my calls the last few days.

  The traffic crawls on Long Island Expressway.

  Impatient, I glance at the time. As soon as I’m in the clear, I hit the gas. Soon, I near the far east end, and I roll the window down and indulge on the smell of the ocean drifting from the shore.

  Life flows through my veins again, the breeze sweeping my skin, the warmth of the setting sun rolling over my face. Glancing at my side, from time to time, I soak in the beauty of the ocean.

  Moments later, I make a turn and pull in the front of his house, next to Braxton’s Corvette. I collect my bag and rush inside.

  The windows and the doors that face the shore are wide open. The dusk sneaks in, a slant of wind brushing the floors, blowing the curtains. Lit candles rest on the windowsills, their fragile flames struggling with the breeze.

  A smell of grilled food comes from the catering trays sitting on top of the oven, a sweet, citrusy scent floating in the air.

  I push the bedroom’s door open.

  “Jagger?”

  A whiff of aftershave mixed with cologne wafts through the air, and then the fresh scent of the cotton sheets. The large bed is undone, the mattress and pillows bearing the imprint of their bodies, embalmed with their masculine scent.

  A feeling I can’t define hovers over me.

  I take a quick shower, slip into my bikini, grab a towel and walk out through the back door. I spot them from afar, their silhouettes dark against the bloody sunset.

  They swim, submerging and resurfacing, their backs arched in the air, their arms slicing and splashing the water in a sinuous aquatic dance.

  I lay the towel on the sand and walk toward the ocean. They make a beeline for me as soon as I step into the water, wide strokes bringing them near me.

  At once, they straighten their backs, toss their heads back, and comb their fingers through their hair.

  “Look who’s finally here,” Braxton says, flashing a pearly grin. Jagger’s eyes sparkle with a mysterious smile.

  “I called you,” I say, buried in his arms.

  “I know,” he says, his eyes moving swiftly from me to Braxton, still harboring that secret smile.

  “Hey, baby,” a voice rings out behind me and just as I turn, Braxton’s arm curls around me, his lips connecting with mine.

  He teasingly slips his tongue between my lips, deftly sneaking his fingers inside my bra. He flicks his thumb over a puckered nipple, and deepens the kiss. Jagger’s getting hard at my back. Pleasure swirls between my legs, and Braxton breaks the kiss.

  “I don’t think she needs this,” he says, peeling the top off me and hanging it around his neck.

  “Hey, I just got here,” I say as Jagger wraps his arms around me from behind, and cups my breasts.

  Braxton leans toward me, clasps my chin and looks deep into my eyes. A secret smile lurks in his gaze too. His gaze dips to my lips, the bright, shifting colors of his eyes trimmed with curled lashes,.

  He looks up again.

  “We’re not fucking you, baby,” he says, his eyes twinkling in the twilight. “We’re teaching you how to swim,” he murmurs, the corners of his lips lifting with a cheeky smile.

  “Really?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  He gazes at Jagger, another hot smile flashing on his lips, and then he captures my mouth in another sensual kiss that makes me wet between my thighs, and him hard against my hand.

  They both take their hands off me.

  “I want to learn to swim like you,” I say boldly as they turn their backs to me.

  They laugh and glance at me.

  Annoyed, I wave them off.

  “You have to learn something first before you learn to swim like us,” Jagger says.

  I flick my head to him.

  “What’s that?”

  “Not to fear,” he says, grinning, his hands clasped on my shoulders, pushing me down.

  Holding my breath, I roll under water, my limbs moving erratically before they pull me out. Water drips from my hair. I squint at them.

  “What is wrong with you?” I shout, and they laugh some more.

  “He’s not a very good teacher,” Braxton says, smiling. “Hold your breath, baby...”

  He snakes his arms around me and lets his body fall back, pulling me with him. Embraced, we slip under the water, my hand latched on him as he swims with me before he pushes me up and I emerge, scared and thrilled at the same time.

  Jagger scoops me in his arms, presses me against his chest and locks my mouth. His silky, warm lips make me tingle all the way down to my toes.

  “Mmm...” I moan slipping my hands in his swim trunks. “You’re hard,” I murmur, tenderly wrapping my hands around his hot shaft.

  “And you’re not a very good student,” he says, jokingly.

  A playful smile spreads across his face before he pulls me under the water again. I follow him, undulating my body, daring to open my eyes for the first time while pushing the water under me and controlling my breath.

  I pull up.

  “Oh, my God!” I burst out as soon as the air fills my lungs.

  He rises next to me, and flicks his head, grinning.

  “That was great...” I say, ecstatic.

  For the next hour or so the ocean becomes our world. It’s only us, the unending sky and water, the breeze and the birds, and the silent sunset. We live, love each other, and laugh. Hearts free, and bodies unleashed, we consume everything with passion, realizing that every moment we share with each other is a precious gift. It’s so simple and untainted. It’s the absolute freedom. We taste it, indulge in it, and get drunk on it.

  It’s the simplest way of living life.

  I dive and swim with them and roll under the water, loving every minute of it, feeling free and loved as they teach me not to fear.

  The evening finds us on the beach, staring at the starry night.

  “Aren’t you going to miss all of this when you go back to school?” I ask Braxton as I wedge myself between Jagger’s legs, my back leaning against his bare chest.

  Braxton whips his eyes to us, his gaze slipping to Jagger.

  “Probably,” he says softly, propping himself on his elbow.

  “How’s life in Europe?”

  “Good, if you’re
with the right people,” he says, and his eyes shoot to Jagger, again.

  He notices my stare, and nervously, he swings his gaze to the ocean. Jagger’s body feels warmer than moments ago, his chest rising with a deep breath.

  He shifts his position and slides his hands over my bare chest, spurring a rush between my legs.

  “Are you gonna miss Jagger?” I ask, and although my words are softly spoken, they fall between us like shards of glass.

  Suddenly uncomfortable, we let the silence grow before Braxton’s eyes come back to me. It takes him a lot of effort not to look at Jagger. Strangely, I feel Jagger’s eyes on Braxton’s face as well.

  He finally speaks.

  “Of course, I will. I’m gonna miss you both,” Braxton says, serious and quiet, his eyes glued to mine.

  “That’s nice of you to say,” I mutter, pushing off Jagger’s chest and leaning close to him.

  I smoothly place a kiss on his lips. His hand slides up my neck, a soft tremble claiming his fingers.

  I kiss him again, and goosebumps form on his pecs.

  “You can’t do this to me, Violet,” he murmurs against my lips, his gaze shifting to Jagger.

  I turn my eyes to Jagger. His hand rests on my back, his lips pressed in a line, his eyes unreadable. I swing my gaze back to Braxton’s eyes, weave my fingers into his hair, and slide the other hand down on him.

  “I can do whatever I want,” I say, my lips brushing his, my palm cupping his groin.

  A shudder goes through him as I tear off Jagger and roll on top of him, my hand wrapped around his shaft. He falls on his back, his arm closing around me as we tangle our tongues, both quietly moaning, his hand gliding down my back before slipping in my bikini.

  His fingers curl between my legs and smoothly slip inside. A shudder goes through me. I tear my lips off him, and he flicks his eyes to the side.

  I cup his cheek and tilt his face back to me.

  “Leave Jagger alone,” I say, glancing at Jagger.

  Sprawled on the towel, propped against a sand drift, Jagger holds my gaze, his hand resting on his groin.

  I lean toward him, and pull the waistband of his shorts down. His thick, erect cock twitches in my hand. He silently observes me as I lick my fingers and curl my hand around his shaft, polishing the crown.

  A lustful smile arches his lips. He sits upright and leans to me. Cupping the back of my head, he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, and wetness rolls between my legs, my core clenching on Braxton’s fingers, who’s groaning under me.

  I break the kiss and lower my mouth to him. Hungry, Braxton locks my lips, his tongue swirling around mine as we share Jagger’s taste.

  His shaft stirs against me.

  “He’s as hard.... as you are,” I teasingly breathe in him while stroking Jagger, and our tongues collide again, his body burning beneath mine.

  He tugs at the strings of my panties, strips the bikini off me and slips his hand between my thighs. Smoothly, he thrusts his fingers into me again, rubbing the slick warm walls. My body jerks, pleasure whirling inside.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he says as he positions the head of his cock against my entrance and slowly lifts his hips, filling me up.

  “Oh, damn it...” he grunts, his thickness stretching me, my walls hugging him.

  “You better ride me, baby,” he says, tilting his hips up again.

  Propped on his elbow, he grabs the back of my neck, takes my mouth again, and we start fellating each other’s tongues.

  He falls to his back, and grips my ass, then rocks his hips and drives his cock deep between my legs. Pre-cum smears my palm as I keep stroking Jagger. I beckon him to me, and grinning, he pushes his swim trunks down. Holding his full, hard cock with one hand, he props himself onto his knees, right next to us.

  “Oh, fuck... You’re not doing this,” Braxton growls as my hand goes to Jagger’s balls first, and then my mouth.

  BRAXTON

  Oh, yeah. That’s exactly what she’s doing. She lowers her head to his groin, his shorts down to his knees, his fucking cock almost stabbing me in the eye, her lips running down smoothly as if I need the slow motion to have my balls blown out.

  We’re not even in a fucking bed. We’re on a beach. Private, nonetheless, but I’m sure a drone zoomed in on us so hard, it just fell off the sky.

  His muscles harden as he thrusts into her mouth, his tight ass filling the corner of my eye. The thing is, if you don’t do seconds when you share a woman, you don’t do much variety either.

  We’ve never had a woman long enough to let her take the lead and do a number on us. I’ve never had his cock so close to my mouth as I witness the panoramic view of him sucked by a woman.

  His scent arouses me like crazy, her mouth rolling down on him driving me insane.

  I wish I could look away, but my eyes refuse to shift their focus as he puts his hot, hard meat, inside her mouth. Over and over again. A combustion sears my groin, tension spilling in my blood.

  This is so fucked up.

  Her tits bounce every time he hits the back of her throat, her pussy sliding down on me. I can’t fucking complain. This is a dream come true as much as it is my nightmare. His knee pushes against my arm, her hand latched on him.

  She starts massaging his balls and mine tighten. She rolls her mouth on his length, and my dick twitches.

  Her cheeks go hollow as she takes him deep and sucks him hard and I have to clench my ass to stop the fury begging to be unleashed from inside me.

  Her eyes are closed. Her lips are wet. She’s in the fucking zone. I’ve never seen a woman so transfixed. Her self-awareness gone, she’s following her heart and body, and I wish I knew what prompted her to fuck us like that.

  Whatever it is, cheers to that. She opens her eyes slightly and looks up at him. The yearning and lust in her gaze can break any hot-blooded man. This is not a game for her. She’s not playing, and she’s not afraid. That’s why she has us in her palm.

  She shuts her eyes again. I flick my gaze away from her cock-filled mouth and meet his eyes. And that’s exactly what I feared. His damn eyes reading me as if I’m a fucking open book.

  The truth is harder to hide now.

  His lips part slowly as he gives me a lustful smile. He’s fucking playing with me. I know he is.

  Leaning back slightly, he holds her head and bites his lips while fucking her mouth. Thrusting his chest out, he curves his muscular back and rolls his hips. He smiles teasingly as he takes in my body, his eyes drifting to where I’m connected with her.

  We lock eyes again, a feral glint burning through his eyes as he starts to edge. His smile vanishes from his lips, his body tensing, his strokes coming faster.

  “That’s fucking good, baby,” he growls, and my hair stands on end, my own cum begging to be released.

  She keeps her eyes closed, and as he scales up, and his body starts to shake, his eyes sink into mine. And they’re no longer glinting with laughter. And they’re no longer teasing. And I see how deeply buried his secrets are. They are the same as mine. I also see how easily he could break us. Violet and me.

  Lust flows between us, fears and questions, and perhaps so much more. It’s everything we’ve pushed aside for so damn long.

  He runs his tongue over his lip and the sharp edge of his teeth, his groans lifting in the air as her head bobs faster. My body tenses, my shaft hardening even more. He shakes his hips and shoots inside her mouth, and then he sprays her lips and tits.

  She swallows and licks all she can get, her body still on me, her inside throbbing. He strokes himself, creaming her lips some more, and then he falls to his back, his fist running smoothly as she watches him with drunken eyes.

  Panting, she runs her tongue over her lip, and before she could wipe his cum off, I curl my hand around her neck and pull her to me. Her eyes come to mine, filled with surprise. She locks my lips, and I feed on her ravenously, forgetting for a moment how to breathe. She moans while I growl, our lips and tongu
es pressed, warm and wet and famished, sharing the taste and scent of him.

  Shudder after shudder falls through my body. I’m so fucking there, at the peak, so ready to fuck her hard.

  I lick and suck her tongue and swallow his cum, my arm steeling around her, my hand cuffing the back of her neck. I roll with her, pulling her under me, and her legs lock around my thighs, her pussy sucking on my shaft insatiably.

  Beyond turned on, she’s completely out of control.

  She’s started something bigger than herself, whether she knows it or not.

  Still tasting his cum on her lips, I ram into her, burying myself in her soft, warm depth. As if she’s mine. As if we’re alone. As if I don’t register his knowing smile out of the corner of my eye or him searing me with his gaze. I pound her, and I bite her lips, making her writhe and moan, having her nails rip the skin off my back.

  My name comes as a roar out of her throat. I push her body right to the edge. Her eyes flip open, her gaze bright and clear. She looks at me stunned as if she’s had a stark revelation. Surprise fills her gaze again, and then her body starts spasming and jerking, arching and slamming against mine, her legs falling wide open as I pump her hard, her tight core throbbing around me, her squeal making my hair bristle, and the skin on my back prickle.

  The fire finally snakes out of my body shaking me to the core while she convulses under me, my teeth sunk deep into her lip.