by Billy Storm
“Ahh…yeah.” Looking over the walls, she asks me, “It’s not too purple is it?”
Great minds. “Naw, it’s a good color.”
“Not overly girly is it?”
Shaking my head. “I don’t think so.” Leaning over, I pull her hand away from her mouth as she chews on her nails. “You’re awfully cute when you’re worried.” I’m satisfied when I see her tongue-tied.
“C’mon, lets get this shit together.” Nate steps between us, asks her where a screwdriver is, and then heads to the kitchen drawer to fetch it. Neither of us moves. We’re both in our own world, and neither is willing to be the first to look away. Until Nate comes back, that is. “The faster we get the bed together, the faster you two can fuck this out.”
Skye’s mouth drops open. “Did he just—”
“Yeah, he did.” I chuckle as I watch Nate’s words sink into that pretty head of hers. Going for broke, I press my lips to her ear. “It’s not a bad idea, beautiful.” Call me smug, but I like how she holds her breath when I whisper in her ear. It’s almost as if she’s afraid to let the pleasure spread through her.
Chapter Seven
**Skye**
Looking around, it’s hard to believe that this place is mine—all mine. It feels good. Thirty-eight and now a homeowner.
Yesterday, everyone had helped me move in without a hitch. Okay, one hitch…Rhett. Not something I expected. But what’s even more shocking than seeing him was my reaction to him. My pussy damn near floods every time he speaks to me in that low, quiet voice, and it pisses me off. I don’t know him, but I do know myself and my body wants to know him on a much more intimate level. Crazy.
Tomorrow, I go back to work at the diner. Can’t say I missed it this weekend—not one iota. But, why would I? Being in a damn college town and only blocks from the dorms, most of our clientele comes in wearing the school colors and half in the bag. Maybe it’s because I’m no longer one of them, but I feel the urge to punch most of them in the face. Not exactly ideal when you pull at least four to six eight hour shifts a week—sometimes more.
Well, for tonight I’ll enjoy my second night as a new homeowner. I feel like an idiot laughing to myself but I’m stupidly giddy. That’s when my phone jingles—I think it’s supposed to be a harp, but really sounds like a horrible alarm clock. Whatever. My heart picks up speed, and talk about feeling like a fool, but I’ve been waiting for this—I’ve been waiting for Rhett. This time, when he asked, I gave him my real name and number. It was only reasonable after he spent his Saturday hauling my shit in the back of his truck.
Unknown: Skye?
Skye: Who is this?
Unknown: Jaden
Jaden—not Rhett. For the life of me, I don’t think I know a Jaden. Who the hell is Jaden? Nice name, but it doesn’t ring a bell.
Skye: Who is Jaden?
Unknown: U forget all the guys whose nuts U have had in a death-grip?
Nuts in a death-grip? Who in the he—ahhh…the asshole from the club. What and how?
Skye: How did you get my number?
Jaden: Chick at your work. Amanda or sumthin?
That bitch. She and I are going to have a long fucking talk.
Skye: It’s Mandy
Jaden: Whatever
Skye: What do you want?
Jaden: U
Okay, what is this dude smoking? I look at my screen repeatedly, thinking I had to have missed something. I’m so confused that it’s not even funny. Not knowing what the hell to even say, I just decide not to reply. I’m not sure what’s going on, and I have no interest in being the butt of somebody’s joke.
Jaden: Hellooooo?
I think of blocking his number and forgetting all about him but something stops me. Curiosity? Glutton for punishment? Who knows?
Skye: I’m here.
Jaden: Calling
What? No, no, no, no! And, there’s the ring. Fuck! I think about not answering and letting it roll over to voicemail, but do I do that? No. Why? Because that would be the easy thing to do, and apparently, I have something against easy.
“Jaden?” I ask instead of hello like a normal person.
“Fuck,” he whispers over the line. “Say my name like that again.”
“You wanna tell me why you’re calling me?” I ask.
“Say my name again, Skye,” he repeats.
What in the hell? “Why are you calling, JADEN?” Yes, I totally drew out his name.
“I want to meet up with you—“
I cut him off, and ask the only question that’s on a fucking loop in my head. “Why?” He’s quiet over the line, but I can hear him breathing, so I know he’s there.
I hear him take a deep breath and slowly exhale before he answers. “Not sure why.”
“Umm…I’m a little confused here, Jaden.”
“So am I,” he mutters, and I recognize his voice now and clearly. Definitely the same guy who stole my fries, insulted me, and then later asked me for sexual favors for a price at the club. “Skye?”
“Still here.” Jesus, this is brutal. Honestly, I can’t think of anything to say.
“What’re you doin’ right now?”
Picking at the threads on my jean shorts—more out of nerves than anything, I decide to go with the truth. “Nothing. I’m about to go to bed.”
“Seriously? It’s only nine. What’re you, like a seventy-year-old man?”
“What the hell?”
“Wheel of Fortune is over so it’s time to retire with the newspaper and your pipe?”
This guy is the epitome of asshole, but dammit Wheel of Fortune? I try to hold in the giggle that escapes. “You’re stupid.”
“True enough.”
And for the first time, I really hear him laugh. Now I understand that the few chuckles he gave me at the club were bullshit. This sound ringing in my ear is the real Jaden. Funny, but he doesn’t sound like an asshole right now—just sounds like any other guy.
“I wanna come over to your place…tonight.”
Yeah, he said that. Jaden, as in a complete fucking stranger? Umm…as in hell to the fucking no. “I don’t even know you, dude.”
I hear him chuckle over the line again. “We’re back to dude again?”
Dammit! Smiling I over exaggerate my sigh before I say his name again. “I don’t even know you, Jaaaaaaaden.”
“Fuck, you’re a smart ass ain’tchya, sweetheart?” I say nothing in response. “It’s hot as fuck and makes me want to put something in between those big lips of yours to shut you up.”
Running my fingers over my lips, I question if they’re too big. I’ve always been self-conscious of them, but no man has ever said they were big…to my face at least. I’m pissed at myself that my voice sounds weak. “My lips aren’t big.”
“Yeah…yeah, they are. The kind of fat lips that are meant to be wrapped around a cock…my fat cock.”
I want to be repulsed. I want to be pissed. I want to be disgusted by his crudeness. Unfortunately, I’m anything but. His words enflame me from the inside out. I feel my pussy warm like I’m straddling a curling iron. And, my tummy flutters like I’m some goddamn teenager. Maybe it’s the fact that Rhett hasn’t called after getting my real number, or maybe it’s the fact that I know I could never jump and wrap my legs around his waist like Stella did. I know, I know, she all but tackled the man, but what man wouldn’t want a human Barbie doll clinging to him?
“I’m taking your silence to mean you’re thinking that sounds like a damn good plan, huh?”
He’s arrogant and an asshole but my absolutely shameless body reacts to the deep timbre of his voice like a fucking electrical shock. “I think you’re insane, and I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I don’t want any part of it.” Hang up! Hang up! Hang up, you dumb bitch! I don’t hang up though. Nope, I listen as if my life depends on his reply.
“No games. I don’t play games and I’m not about to start—”
“Then what is this? What are you doi
ng?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing, Skye. All I know is that I get hard as fucking concrete when I’m around you, hell, when I see you across the street my dick gets hard.”
With those words, Jaden has completely stolen my voice. I’m shocked; I have no clue what to say, but my desire to say yes scares the shit outta me. He’s a stranger, a stranger! As in stranger fucking danger. Wait…“are you hard now?” Closing my eyes, I can’t believe I just asked him that, but it doesn’t stop me from waiting intently for his answer.
I hear a rustling sound and what clearly is a zipper—is he? Oh. My. God. “Crazy fucking hard.” My panties are instantly wet, and it’s only gonna get wetter when I hear his breathing hitch. I know he’s got his dick in his hand. “Let me guess, you’re in a pair of sweats, right?”
Asshole. “No, I’m…”
“In what? Don’t be shy, sweetheart.”
Against my better judgment. “Jean shorts and a tank top—”
“Unzip your shorts and put your fingers in your pussy. Two fingers inside that snatch.” My body is on fire. Done attempting to fight it, I do as he says and unzip my shorts. “Was that your zipper?”
My mouth is dry. “Ye—yes.” Jesus, my heart is pounding and I’m already breathing hard.
“Good. Now, put two fingers in that pussy. Are you wet?” A shiver runs over my heated body, and I know I haven’t been this aroused in a long ass time. “Skye? That pussy’s wet, isn’t it?”
“Yes, I’m wet.” Good God, I’m going to hate myself come morning, hell, if it even takes that long.
“Mmm…damn. I knew you’d be one of those girls.” I almost ask what he means, but I don’t give a shit what he’s talking about. Right now? Right fucking now? I want to come. Pushing two fingers inside my pussy, my eyes roll back into my head, and I moan lightly because it feels so good. My left ear is starting to sweat where I have it pressed hard against the phone with my shaking hand. “You pumping those fingers in your snatch for me?”
First I nod, then, it hits me that he can’t see me. “Mmmhmm.” My fingers pick up their pace.
His breathing is rough to say the least. “Say that again.”
“Mmmhmm.” I moan.
“Fuck, yeah, I’d give anything to feel my dick down your throat when you moan like that. I’d ram that fucker as far as you could swallow.” My breasts ache, and my nipples feel like they have an electrical current racing through them. It’s too much; all of it is too much. “I wonder how much of me you could take before you start gagging?” My head is telling me that I shouldn’t like his filthy talk or his practically degrading imagination but…but every fucking word out of his stupid mouth is bringing me closer and closer to climaxing. “I want to hear you, Skye.”
Hear me? “‘Kay.” He has to be hearing me panting like a bitch in heat when I can hear his every breath. I can hear the slap, slap, slap of his hand on his cock, and it drives me wild. Knowing he’s jacking off to me, my voice, and imagining my body in his head while he does it, gives me this newfound confidence to push him for a little more—
“I want to hear you. Put the phone down by that wet snatch. I wanna hear your fingers going in and out…I bet your soaked by now.” THAT’S what he wants to hear? Come on, I’m embarrassed by how wet I am the way it is—let alone put the babbling brook up to his ear. “Skye, don’t think—just do right now.” Obviously, I’m not thinking. Yeah, I’m pretty sure that part is pretty fucking clear…as I slowly slide the phone the length of my torso. I can’t believe I’m doing this. But I do as he asked—even if I have no fucking clue why. Thrusting my fingers in and out, the wet noises that had me ashamed now have me on fire when I hear Jaden growl on the line. “Fuck yes!” he says, and it makes my pussy clench deep within my body.
I was seconds away from shying away from him, pulling away, but there is no way of stopping this freight train now if I wanted.
“Skye? Skye!” I hear my name, but it takes me a second before I realize it is Jaden on the phone. I can hardly breathe, and I’m so close to coming that I almost ignore him, but for some god-forsaken reason, I can’t ignore this man if I tried.
Picking up the phone. “Yeah?” My fingers never slow and my eyes never open.
“I want to hear you when you come.” The sound of him jacking-off turns me on beyond belief. In my head, I can see it—I can see it all: Jaden’s hand working his cock in fast, hard strokes. “Come, Skye—fucking come…let me hear it.”
And just like he ordered, I lose it. I climax so hard all I can do is gasp for breath as wave after wave leaves my body a shuddering mess. Without even realizing it, I moan into the phone just before it falls to my chest. Lost in that euphoric post orgasm haze, my pussy contracts over and over again when I hear him groan through the air.
Picking the phone back up, I listen to every sound, every grunt, every labored breath as Jaden comes with my name on his lips. Sweet Jesus, when he says my name, I come again. “Oh fuck!” I’ve never done that before. Of course, it’s nowhere near as consuming as the first, but I want to experience it again and again.
**Jaden**
I came so fucking hard that my body began to cramp. Being a personal trainer, it makes me laugh because I think of how I should’ve stretched before my workout. Stupid. Never had jerking off been considered a workout, but fuck if I’m not sweating, and my heart rate is through the fucking roof.
When I heard how wet she was, I almost blew on the spot, but I wanted to hear her come; I needed to hear every second of her orgasm. For such a spunky shit, Skye held nothing back when she came. Jesus, I’m getting hard again just thinking of how she must be in the sack. A wildcat that’s for freakin’ sure. Now more than ever, I wanna know.
One phone call isn’t gonna be enough—not even close. If anything, I want this chick ten times more. It’s sick and twisted and insanely fucking hot. There is this crazy draw to her, and for the life of me, I can’t figure it out, but I’m not willing to ignore it either. Just listening to her come over the phone took me to a level I’ve never been on.
Neither of us has said a word since we came. I can hear her trying to regain her breath, and no doubt, she’s hearing the same from me. The blood pounding through my ears is easing, but I’m not even sure what I want to say now. “Skye?” For a second, I think she might just hang up.
“I’m here.” Her reply is low and throaty and I picture her lying on her bed. Her skin is flushed and on fire, and I’d put money on it that she’d curl into a man’s body all soft and plush as she reveled in a daze.
Now or never. “We need to fuck.” Okay, not put very eloquently, but it’s the truth, and I don’t beat around the bush.
“Why?”
Is she serious? Why? “Were you not just here? I came so fucking hard, I shot three feet in the air. Sweetheart, that means something—”
“Means what exactly?”
Sighing, I decide straight up truth. “It means that if we fuck, it’d be off the charts. I want that, and I’m not sure how you couldn’t want that.” It’s the truth, right? She knows the ball’s in her court but I also know that if she says no, I’m not just gonna walk away like a good little boy. Hell no. I’ve had a taste of Skye and it’s nowhere close to enough.
I know women, and I know right now she’s got a battle going on. “Skye, don’t overthink it. Fucking isn’t supposed to be dissected; it’s supposed to be fast and fun and…plain old hot.” For a second, I stop and think about her moaning as she came. “Those moans weren’t faked, that orgasm was real, and you did it with me. You can hate me all you want, but do it after we fuck.”
When she hums my dick begins to twitch. “Is that an agreement hum or are you just trying to get me rock hard again?” And then? Then, she giggles—a completely girly giggle, and hell if I don’t smile. It’s so unlike the woman I met. I don’t want to like her. Really, there’s no need to like her to wanna fuck her. I prefer not to get that close and liking her is on it’s way to being too close.
I found out a long time ago that I’m not made for anything other than screwing. I’m just not. Feeling the need to keep things clear, I say. “Only a fuck—nothing more and sure-as-shit nothing less.”
“This was fun but—”
“Fun? This was fun? Are you fucking kidding me right now, Skye?” Fun? Seriously? Waiting for her to answer, I almost throw my phone when I hear her hang up. She just hung up on me.
This is far from over but right now I’m too pissed to even call her back.
Chapter Eight
**Rhett**
Like a schmuck, I didn’t even call her. Shit came up this week with my brother, and I kept thinking I’d call her soon. Well, soon enough and it has been days. Never fails—never fucking fails. Ryan’s been screwing up my whole life, yet, I swear one of these days, he’s gonna get his shit together and I’ll be free from being his goddamn caretaker. I’ve lived with this since I was a teenager, and I still don’t comprehend how in the hell he let himself not only fall into our dad’s drunken footsteps, but stagger the whole fucking way behind him.
With Mom gone now and Dad dying of liver failure, I’m all that Ryan has. We should be able to lean on each other, but that’s just not possible. It’s hard to lean on someone who can hardly stand on his own, isn’t it? Three months ago, Ry had been clean and sober. Stint numero quatro in rehab had seemed to be working, and all I could do was pray that this time it stuck.
It didn’t. Exactly twenty-three days ago, I was hit with the reality that he hadn’t only had a drink, but had downed a whole bottle of Wild Turkey. That night I spent with him beside the goddamn bathtub just to make sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit.
Sad reality is? I’d seen my mother spend many nights like that next to my father when I was a teen. Ryan had witnessed it too. Not that it helped steer him away from the bottle. That leads us to where we are now. Ryan is the whole reason I moved back. I had a good job and a pretty decent life, but when Ry starting going back to drown in the bottom of the bottle, I came home. I came to help him, to take care of him, to…I don’t even know him anymore. I’ve never given up faith that Ry could get his shit back together but now? Now, I just don’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.