by Mj Fields
“You think I don’t want to be inside of you right now, you’re dead fucking wrong,” he groans as I lick up his chest and try to unbutton his shirt.
He bats my hand away and does it himself.
His chest bare to me, I moan, “Jesus, you’re perfect.”
“Guessing you are, too.” He rolls his hips against me. “Can you come this way, Truth?”
“I think that one night proved—”
“No, none of that wet spot shit. Can you come hard?”
“I don’t know, but I’d really like to find out.”
He sits up, and I watch his muscles flex as he tosses his shirt off then grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head.
“How about like this?” He grips my hips and slides my body up and down his covered erection.
“Hope so,” I whimper.
He unclasps my bra with one hand, cups the bottom of my ass, lifts me and, in a split-second, I’m on my back.
Kneeling between my legs, he reaches behind him, and when his hand reappears, it’s covered in Tiramisu. “Lose the bra and show me your tits, Truth.”
Holy shit, I think as I pull my bra off and toss it aside.
Immediately, he smears the cake across my boobs, hands gripping them firmly, and runs his thumbs across my aching nipples.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Truth, and after this, you’re never gonna forget it, and neither will I.”
My body trembles at his words that are not just words. In his eyes, I see a promise. I see forever.
“Forgive me if I forget to say it again while I eat your tits.”
A million butterflies transform into fireflies as he makes his way lower and lower, his Persian blue eyes closing when he groans, and then opening with each moan that escapes me.
He devours me with his mouth as he firmly grips, caresses, and touches every untouched part of my body, awakening me sexually in a way I could have never imagined.
The strings to my thong snap as he pushes his hands under my ass, dragging me to the end of his bed. Then he stands up, kissing me harder than before, as he splits me with his fingers, entering me, pleasuring me.
He steps off the bed, still fingering my soaked center, as the walls of my insides wither under his touch. Another finger, and his movements harsher, my moans turn to cries.
Gripping the bedspread, I begin to rock against him, chasing a feeling, desperately wanting the burn to detonate into an orgasm that I know will change my life.
Between my legs, he kneels down and covers me with his mouth as he licks and sucks my most private parts.
More pressure, another finger, and then the burn intensifies, as does the need for release. He sucks my clit, and I cry out, my head thrashing back and forth as he continues.
Eyes closed, I arch into him … when he stops.
“You want my cock, Truth?”
“I want all of you,” I breathe out as I look him over. “Every part of you.”
I watch his eyes snap shut and, for a second, I fear he’s going to stop, but then I hear him breathe out, “Fuck yes,” as he rolls on a condom.
He crashes his lips against mine and kisses me hard as he fucks me with his fingers. Again, I’m on the verge when he stops, leans over, grabs his cock, and rubs it against my pussy.
“Fuck. I wanna eat you again.” Leaning over me, his dick pushes inside of me just a bit, as he pushes two fingers into my mouth. “Taste how good you are. Fucking taste your pussy.”
I hold his hand with mine and lick his fingers.
“Jesus Christ, I’m never gonna get enough of you.”
“I’ll never stop giving it to—”
“This is gonna hurt,” he interrupts me, “but if I don’t do it now, I’m going back down on you for days.”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He slams into me, giving no pause, while I try to catch my breath. He just keeps fucking me.
“I’m sorry.” He then scolds himself. “I promise it’s gonna get better.”
“Truth?” I whimper out when I can finally get my breath back.
“Always.” He thrusts in, looking down at our connection.
“I’ve never felt anything so good in my fucking life.”
He looks up at me and smirks. “Then you’re in for one hell of a good life, Tiny T.”
“Promise?” I moan.
“One I’ll never break.”
Pain is replaced by pleasure, and when I come, I see stars dancing amongst my forever.
“I love you.” He kisses me reverently as he lays on top of me.
“I love you, too.” I smile against his lips, still trying to catch my breath.
“Tell me something?” I ask.
“Almost anything. But I do have some secrets I have to keep.”
“Why Tiny T?”
“I knew playing the game we were would end in an explosion.”
“T and T.” I laugh.
“Didn’t realize it would be this fucking good, but I’m so glad it is.”
Laying in his arms I smile; he pushes my hair away from my face and I look up at him.
“You underestimated your promise,” I sigh.
“About?”
“I’m not just going to love the summer before my senior year, I’m going to fucking love it.”
He smirks, “Yeah?”
“Most definitely.”
### The End ###
Epilogue
After
TRUTH
Walking into the house after the single best night of my life, dread hangs over me like a storm cloud at an outdoor concert. I’m sure Dad will be waiting up for me. It never fails, whether I’m out alone or with the girls, he waits for me, but not if I’m with Patrick or Justice.
Heading up the stairs, my heart beats in my chest because I want to bask in the bliss, but I know I’m about to delve into disappointment.
When I see Mom is at the kitchen island, wiping it down, even though it’s clean, I feel relieved.
Smiling softly, too softly, like she knows something, as she remarks, “The flowers are beautiful.”
I nod as I lean over the counter and smell them. Then, leaning back, I tell her, “Their botanical name is impatiens bequaertii, but called Dancing Girls. They’re perfect.”
“That’s precious.” She smells them again then looks up and smiles. “How was your date?”
“Good.”
She turns around and opens the fridge. “Did you actually eat at dinner, or were you too nervous?”
“I actually ate.” I smile as I sit down.
“Room for dessert?”
Oh, dear God, I think as I literally feel my face flush.
“Maybe a water?”
“Water, it is.” She grabs two waters out of the fridge, walks back over, and sits next to me.
“So, tell me all about it.” She smiles as she pulls her feet up on the padded leather bar stool, wraps her arms around her knees, and rests her chin on them.
It’s been a long time since Mom and I have chatted like this, and it dawns on me that it’s been since my pirouette spun out of control.
She reaches over and wipes my cheek. I didn’t even know a tear had fallen.
“Talk to me, Truth.”
“We danced.” I smile and a giggle escapes. “We danced, Mom.”
After we hug and laugh together, Mom pushes my hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear. She looks down at her finger, and I see some Tiramisu.
“Dessert.” I cringe.
She wipes it off on a napkin. “It’s been almost a year; do you think maybe you’re ready to dance on stage again?”
I couldn’t even describe what I’m feeling. It wouldn’t make sense. Overwhelmed? Terrified? Happy? “I don’t know.”
“I think you are,” she says softly. “I think maybe, as much as your father and I tried to be louder than the voices causing you to doubt yourself, it wasn’t enough. But I do see a light returning to your eyes. Your confidence coming back.
”
“I miss it, Mom. I miss it so much. But there isn’t time. College auditions are just around the corner, and I’m not even close to being ready.”
Dad’s voice comes from behind me, “Get rid of the doubt, Truth. You can do this, if it’s truly what you want. You just have to do the work.”
I turn around and look at him. He’s dressed in sweats and a tank top, with slides on. Clearly, he wasn’t in bed.
My voice is shaky when I ask, “Where did you come from?”
“Just talking with Tobias outside.” He raises an eyebrow.
Fuck!
“Please tell me you were nice to him. I love him, Dad, and he and I—”
“Not doubting you do. And he’d have to be a fucking idiot to not feel the same about you. Kid who’s lived like he has and is pulling a 4.1, got a full ride to Columbia, one who faced me and didn’t lie, isn’t fucking stupid, so there’s no doubt there, either.” He scrubs his hand over his hair and sighs. “But if he’s gonna thrive in this family, he’s gonna start doing Steel Sund—”
“You have to give him time to—”
“No, I don’t. And he agreed to it. So, tomorrow morning, you get up, make some calls, get rehabbing that ankle, and get dancing.”
A lightbulb goes off in my head. “I won’t be able to go to Italy if I’m going to be ready for auditions, and I’m old enough to stay—”
“Truth, I’m not having this conversation with you. I’ve been real good about what’s going down here. No matter how grown you think you are, you’re my little girl. You’ll be going to Italy for the first two weeks of summer, every summer, until we’re gone.” He stops and clears his throat, and only then do I realize he’s … emotional. “When your mom and I became parents, we made a deal. I was gonna show you how a female should be treated; cherished, loved, protected. I did my job. That boy will be good to you and for you. If not, he’ll be dead.”
He waits for me to argue, but I don’t.
“And your mom was tasked with teaching Justice how to treat women with respect. Pretty sure he’s not leading anyone on or lying to any of his girlfriends.”
“Girlfriends?” I all but laugh.
“You know what I mean.”
“So, it’s okay if Justice is having se—”
“Don’t, Truth.” He holds up his hand. “I did my job. The guy you’re dating knows the drill, and I know my limits. This is you and your mom’s conversation from now on.” He walks over and pulls me into a hug. It’s tighter and longer than usual. “Just want you safe, happy, and onstage.” He kisses the top of my head then sighs.
When he steps back, he looks at Mom. “You got this, Birdie?”
“Yeah.” She walks over and hugs him.
“Love you girls.” He kisses Mom’s cheek. “Goodnight.”
After
TOBIAS
When Truth called me the morning after, she was freaking out about the video of us dancing on our date being leaked on The Sound. She was sure the waiter did it. I corrected her real quick and told her that I did it. She asked why, and I told her I wasn’t hiding anymore. She giggled then quickly asked if I was upset about her dad insisting I come to Sunday dinners. I assured her that, if that’s what it took, that’s what I would do. I also told her that Cyrus told me the secret I kept was mine. Only Tara, Cyrus, and Truth knew about Tony, aside from Frank obviously. Together, they all agreed that no one needed to know. Kind of felt shitty that Justice didn’t know, but I didn’t dare tell him myself in case they hadn’t told them about Tara’s past. With that out of the way, all the anxiety about it all lessened.
We spent the better part of the day texting screenshots of all the comments people were posting about her and me on The Sound, and yeah, I deleted some of the hater’s comments.
At school, we held hands, kissed on occasion, worked out at lunch together, and spent study hall together. She didn’t even know I was in the same class as her, and I told her that was because I didn’t let her know.
After that we fell into a routine, and although I never thought I’d like that, I realized how much I truly needed it.
As promised, I did the Sunday dinner thing, and I got a lot of shit from her uncles and the two youngest boys, Amias and Max. The rest of them were chill.
Every night, we fell asleep on the phone. Mondays, I spent doing my shit and a couple hours at the jewelry store with Frank, and she went to dance. And no, I didn’t always like the guy, but if not for him, I would have been placed in the system and never would have met Truth.
Tuesdays, I went to counseling in the slot after Tara, which Truth now knew about. Afterward, I’d grab a few dozen tacos and bring them to her place, eat with her family, and chill for a couple hours. Yep, Taco Tuesdays.
Wednesdays, she danced.
Thursdays, she danced.
Fridays were my favorite—date night and dessert at my place. Always at my place.
Saturday mornings, Truth danced, and I worked at the store. Saturday nights, we occasionally went to parties, where we would always find a quiet corner or a closet. As hard as I tried to make sure she didn’t think I needed to be inside her all the time, she convinced me otherwise. Let me be honest; it wasn’t hard to convince me, but fuck if it wasn’t hot letting her start shit with me. If we didn’t go to a party, we chilled at her place with her folks and cousins, playing board games, watching movies, and eating all sorts of shit.
Two weeks before our one-month anniversary, she got her period, and she also got the birth control shot. I was cool with using condoms—never went without them before—but she told me she, and I quote, wanted to feel me raw.
Two days before our one-month anniversary, while she was at dance, I was in Justice’s room, getting some new ink.
One on my middle finger, where she and her crew had Forever Steel inked, I now had it, too. Was not the plan, but JT and Tricks talked me into it. Then the fuckers told me, if I fucked up, they were cutting my finger off. That was the first time they gave me a hard time about Truth and me. When I told them I’d cut it off myself and mail it to them, they looked shocked but quickly realized I wasn’t fucking around.
After that was done, Justice got down to doing the piece on my arm. He didn’t question shit; he just went to work.
When Cyrus walked in his room and saw me sitting there, he just shook his head, walked over, and looked at the outline of the tattoo.
“You shading this in?” he asked Justice.
“Planned on it.” Justice smirked.
Cyrus lifted his chin as he put on a pair of gloves. “Give me your machine.”
Justice stood up and handed it to him.
He didn’t say a thing as he finished it up.
After cleaning it, he sat back, and I looked it over. Then he looked at me. “Wanna explain?”
“Stay True.” I shrugged. “Want her to look at it and remember who it was I fell for at the store, not the shit afterward. Maybe remind her, when I’m at Columbia, not to let the bullshit at school or the assholes drag her down. And when I look at my arm, I want a piece of her with me.”
He simply nodded, pulled off his gloves, and tossed them in Justice’s trash. “We’re having a graduation party for you on the—”
“No, I don’t want—”
“Truth asked if she could. You want her to Stay True, then you let her do that for you.”
“It’s—”
“She’ll do it anyway,” Justice interrupts me. “Just go with it.”
Cyrus walks to the door then looks back. “You got your passport?”
“No, and I don’t—”
“Get it. I don’t need her pouting the whole time we’re in Italy.”
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> When offered the keys to the kingdom I all but pissed on the throne.
I didn’t need the figurative crown to become the king, and I sure as hell didn’t want anything more to do with the little Queen.
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Chapter One
Friday
Justice
“Just try to be nice,” my twin sister, Truth, whispers as we walk up the brick-paved driveway to the biggest house on the shore—Casa Morales-Ortez.
“When am I not nice?” I huff.
My cousin, Patrick, laughs. “Dude, you wear a permanent scowl on your fuck-off face.”
I look over at him. “Fuck off.”
“Exactly.” Patrick chuckles.
Truth sighs. “Just try not to sniff—”
“Enough!” I snap to cut her off, and then grumble, “Didn’t wanna come to the shithole party anyway.”
Brisa and Tris begin to giggle, and I toss them a glare.
To that, Tris flips me off. Girl’s growing brass ones.
I narrow my eyes, and she rolls hers as she declares, “You really think you can intimidate me?”
“Little shit,” I say, trying not to laugh as I grab her and toss her over my shoulder.
“Oh my God, put me down right now, JT, or so help me God, I will nut you in your sleep,” she snarls.
I can’t help but laugh at that.
“I’ll do it with a fucking spoon.”
Amias sighs. “Dude, she’s in a skirt and wearing one of Mom’s thongs again.”
“Fuck you, Babe Duff,” she snaps at her brother as I let her feisty little self down.
Bris snorts. “Oh my God, leave her alone.”