“And how did I do that?” I ask, waiting for her immediate surprise attack.
“By not splitting me in half with that cock when I’m lying naked by your side, that’s how.”
Her mounds, slippery and supple, are at my mouth, her hand furiously rubbing away at my cock. She yearns for more, and so do I. There is always a tension when I bite her nipple, a tension that runs through the cable that is in her nerves and lands squarely on her pussy. It needs a delicacy at touch and precision, and the only way to do that is to flip her senselessly onto her ass, with her cheeks pressing into my chest.
Jasmine, sweet as honey and dangerous as a bee, ploughs her soft and slightly bushy pussy onto my mouth. Her nipples are mine to contend with, and I give them a slight pinch. It’s more of a nudge to the pain scale, but I know her limits.
“FUCK! Spencer…more…more like…like that if you want me to show you someth-”
My fingers pulse hard on her areola, and instantaneously my tongue flips the switch in her waiting cunt. I sink my teeth into the budding nub and roll my lips along the outer edges of sin and plush away at her butt hole with my thumb.
Carefree and angry with herself, she bounces harder on my tongue. I’ve had practice with he enough times to know when she wants it slow or on the wild bronco calendar. Now…it has to be the latter.
I moan into her, my thighs holding her back as support. The last time I let her swing she collapsed and almost squeezed the life out of my little friend. Never again.
“Spencer…please…keep it raw like that. Pinch me. Slap me. Rub it harder…oooh…just like that baby….mmmh…darling…stop if you want me to UUGH!”
The juice from her well calmly flows from her in a single spray of might, and I lick it up even as it blinds me. I grab her by the thighs and part her lips for my enjoyment, and her fulfillment. The aroma of sex, it’s quite exciting.
Sheets below me are wet with her purity, and I feel something similar rise where her hand is. I don’t want her to satisfy me …not yet. I need her to beg for it, to scream for it, to call for it like it’s the only living creator she knows. And then, she will get her heart’s desire.
“Jasmine…grab my hand.”
I pull her to my shoulders and kiss her. Her lips are dry; my lips are full of her. I slide it into her sides of lust, and shuffle my hands to part her ass cheeks. I am so lucky we both know her period calendar; we haven’t planned for kids yet, not this early.
My hips slam her…into the wall behind her. I kick open the door to leave it open, and place her gently on the frame. Her leg is swinging by my chest and my lips kissing the dry foot that is by my shoulder. My dick is up. It is time to find a resting place for it this fine morn-
“Oooooh…”
“Spenceeeerrrr…oh my fucking cunt! Don’t move baby…fill me up. Don’t…oh God don’t you fucking move. I’m gonna cum if you-”
Like I’m one to listen. My dick warms her tight snuff with plasma force, and I fill the entirety of her sex with one swoop. Her muscles tighten and cramp up, moistening my dick with her juice. She squirts joyfully with a scream that fills the empty halls. We face each other, carefully strung up by the doorway, undying passion wavering us by as I pummel her, using the frame for support. This is how we love…it. This…this is how…
“Jazz…I don’t want to come yet.”
Her fingers claw at my face, the nails hard and brittle. Tongue and dick are flailed by the intensity of her sex. It is Christmas all over again, and I cannot deny her.
“I need you to Spencer. Now”
“Ah!”
My all, my essence, my love, my passion; all of it loaded and offloaded in that instant moment where good or bad is unknown, where the fray fades and becomes light, then fades into darkness all at once. We are one when my sperm flies through me and into her waiting cavern of hope, where she receives it with a piercing scream as her juices flood the palace. I hold her as she does me, and we moan and pant in unison, afraid that the fire is still burning inside us.
“I fucking love you Jasmine.”
“I love both. Just…stay there for a while, okay? I need to remember this…I need…”
One more kiss won’t hurt anyone. My arms are around her, her leg still on my shoulder, and my chaffing dick inside the warmest embrace it will ever know. I escape into her eyes, pulling away the hair stuck to her face after the ultimate Olympiad we’ve just tag-teamed in, and won.
“You are the best thing that ever happened to me Jazz. Remember that.”
Chapter 3 – Spencer
The sad thing about sweetness is that without the bitter we wouldn’t understand it.
I can’t always spend my time with Jasmine, as much as I would want to. We both have school to focus on and finally leave the wretched place that Harvey has control over. We take advantage of the weekends that he is never around and use that to have a sweet lie-in with the fairy lights. But whenever we left school early, I would find a way to be with her, even if it meant a stroll twice around my block before finally getting her to her place. Three blocks away.
It was and always is hard finding myself at the Turner mansion knocking on the door asking for her. There is always an immovable object that I just can’t find a way to get rid of. He always felt the urge to overcompensate his anger with me from the disappointing stare he got every morning from Jazz. If he were kinder, not even nicer. Just kind. I think I would have been too. Karma works both ways, quite fortunately.
“Is Jazz in?” I ask, tired of the gloomy gaze he offers me as welcome. His lips are dry with the long puffs he keeps having in his study when he is around, and his eyes sort of dead in the light. Even in the summer there can never be any ants in his house. I find that to be quite ominous for a man of his stature.
Maybe it’s why he doesn’t have any real friends. Only ‘business associates’.
“No.” He turns to slam the door shut in my face. My foot is in the wedge within the space. I cleave some more room and wiggle through. My jacket is slightly warped at a point by my shoulder, but all is fair in this nonsensical quest to hide, or shield, or whatever the fuck it is he thinks he is doing to her to me.
I slide my thumb across my face and it meets with the rest of its crew by my chin. It’s how I get serious. “You do realize that the day she leaves for college is the last day you’ll see her again, right? She is a grown ass woman Harvey, and nothing, not even your money or power can stop her from blooming.”
He scoffs. I hate it when a man without a beard scoffs. It feels girly.
“She’s mine before she was ever…whatever you think she is to you.”
“Jasmine is the love of my life, and as much as you blacken your already coal-like raisin of a heart, I have to overlook the fact that you are nothing I would ever wish for in a father.”
“Me as your father? HA! Oh, so you think you can be the man that she deems worthy? You believe you can offer her what I cannot?”
Umm…duh? My eyebrow is raised in a defiant ‘Fuck yes!’
“You are scum Spencer Winters. Your father knew it. Your mother knows it, and everyone in this town knows it. You think because you can hold my daughter’s hand and show her a good time you can call her your love? You have no idea what true live is boy!”
He seethes and foams as he speaks, like a rabid animal. I can’t tell what my reaction is, but the heat in my throat is a signal to abandon ship.
“YOU DARE! You dare talk to me about love? You think just because you raised the most amazing daughter in the world that I will ever meet, that you are justified to tell me what love is? Where were you when she needed you to talk to her? Where were you when she needed a shoulder to cry on to tell her ‘everything’s going to be alright’ when it sure as hell isn’t? Where were you?”
“I was making a life for us. That’s where I was. A daughter can never forsake her father, even if he is scum like me.”
“Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night?”
“No. I find my sleep comes as easy as a child’s.” He swings his pipe to the side to empty it into a glass ashtray.
“How about you, Mr. Winters? How does your life feel emanating from nothing and surmounting to nothing? Even your crooked dad and your whore mother couldn’t raise you right boy. Here you are, screaming at your elders in their own home. Get out of my sight.”
I was off. But no way was the mic gonna be winning at his table tonight.
“Hey Mr. Turner, do you know where I was when you went to make a life for her?”
“And where would that be boy?”
“With her.”
There is never any good that can come from punching the devil, but there is a satisfaction when spitting on his face becomes an option. He always insults me whenever he wants to. I think it gives him power over me, but it can only be anything if I decide to act upon it. Sticks and stones? They do nothing to me. But I would rather those than how I feel every time I see the bastard of a gun.
My feet are already by her door when I see her. How can someone so vile and ugly bear someone so beautiful at heart? Her hair is twisted in a ponytail and a part of it frayed by her face. The tights she has on are grabbing her by the ankles, and brown boots encase her soft feet. White is her color of choice today, and the top does her luscious curves and boobs enough justice. But what really gets to me is the book in her hands. It is old and the pages spindly; her late mother’s diary. She only reads it when she is not busy or thinking of anything else. In every way, I wish I could have met her mother, if only for a short encounter.
“Baby…I’m so sorry. He was leaving the house. I couldn’t let you in and-”
I grab her by the ass and squeeze. “It’s okay Jazz. Assholes will be assholes, however much redemption they ask for.”
“He’s still my dad you know,” she says, giving my lip a pinch with her teeth.
“Ewe…Let’s not go there, shall we? Not especially when my tongue wants a piece of your pussy right here and now.” I suggest with my eyes going into her bathroom and getting down to business. She lifts herself down and grabs me by the shoulders. Hard but sift they are. I like the yoga she’s doing.
“No! Oh nohohohooo big boy. This time, as much as it pains me, we’re going to waste that boner of yours. He installed cameras in there.”
I freeze. That is not what I was expecting.
“He what? Cameras? In your room? Like, do you mean right now there are cameras watching us? NOW?”
“No silly. He just had them installed in the bathroom, but only at the foot level. They don’t see beyond my ankles. I suppose he knows about our tryst in the ceiling last time…” her lips are bitten, her tongue out.
I can see how this is a turn on, but by God, what the fuck is wrong with the man? Cameras in her bathroom? I wonder what else the fucker hides in secret without telling Jazz. Being overprotective is one thing, but going overboard with the love is borderline creepy.
“Jazz, I came to talk to you about something.”
She lays down the diary, and sits astride me, keening her attention straight and narrow. I clear my throat and hold her softly. Her fingers are shaking. Just slightly, but I can tell she knows.
“I’m done packing. Tomorrow is here and-”
She edges away from me, unsure of how to tale it. We both knew this day would come, however far or near it must have been, we knew. It was the bane of our conversations. We had sex and walks whenever the topic would come up. Even the pillows were used to evade this…this…
“You don’t have to go Spencer. You can stay here, with me. We could build our lives somewhere far from here with nothing but fun and love, and we could raise kids together, just like we’ve been talking about. Just…don’t leave me…don’t leave me with him Spencer.”
The lump in my throat keeps on budging, and I keep swallowing. It is already hard without nature trying to will me to my knees.
“Jasmine. I love you. You know I am never going to find anyone else. I gave you my heart a long time ago baby. And you know this.”
“I know, but…do you really have to go to that place? You could just apply and straight-up get a badge. I know you always loved being like your dad.”
“Ha-ha. You’re the only one who knows me this well darling.”
I keep silent, letting both our faces to calm the wetness.
“Will you please come home tomorrow to see me off? I would love to see you there at least before I go. Please.”
She turns away, wiping away what is left of her sadness. A smile, and a tear; always the recipe for something ominous. I keep my mind from it.
“I’ll be there Spencer. I promise.”
“Can we have one last dance my love?” I ask, hopeful to give to her what I hope not to be our last. Her arms swing over my shoulders, and her breath is only a fraction of time away. I lock the door with my foot, and I don’t give a flying rat’s ass if Harvey walks in on us.
*
“I have to use the bathroom babe. Which one isn’t bugged already?” I ask, roping my jeans up and getting my shirt back on. She looks beautiful with her ass on display, and her teeth inclined in perfect ode with her eyes. Her linear face, beautiful and red to the cheeks, always reminds me of a pear I kept once when I was a child for three days. It was an obsession I had with pears, and her cute and foretelling face must have been one more reason I fell hard for her.
“The one downstairs by the closet. Leave your jacket outside though; I don’t think the detergent smell would be good for you over your head all day.” She whispered; her voice croaky. Even with the best sex under Harvey’s roof and above his head, she’s still sad. The only way to get through with this is to take the first step and go.
“Okay Jasmine. Thanks. For everything. For being you.”
“Don’t say it like goodbye Spencer. Please don’t.” Her eyes are tearing up, almost like a painting. I walk away slowly from the art that is her, and give her my best smile.
“I’ll see you later Jazz.”
I walk downstairs through the marble staircase towards the washrooms and survey the devil’s lands. The man does have fine taste in the luxuries of life, but he forgets that all is vain if love isn’t one of them. He is gone, or at least I cannot seem to find his snarky glasses and oversize sweater. Oversize because some time back I saw a photo of him in shorts and boxing gloves by his mitts, in one of Jasmine’s old photo albums. Long ago, he must have been something in the boxing ring. It didn’t help with his personality though. In a manner of speaking, if we ever do fight someday, I know he’s going to win, but there is no way I’m going down without him having a few licks from me.
I leave my coat in the closet right beside the washroom and go in. Man, she was right; this place is laden with detergent. The only way to get rid of the smell would be to throw my jacket away. It takes me a while to adjust and leave, leaving the door shut behind me. I walk a few paces before shuffling myself properly and heading back home. The feeling of being watched behind my back is nerve racking, like a saw through the icy quiet of the woodlands, but onwards and upwards…
I get home and find mom in the kitchen catching up on some telly. It’s a game show, the kind with multiple questions and nerds filing for the top buzzer. She feeds off that stuff, and I don’t question it. Keeping herself busy has always been the priority of the family, especially since it came down to the two of us. Dad started off the short straw, and then followed Macbeth. As hard as it was to cope, the only person I consider an honor to have as family is mom.
“Is it any good today?” I ask, popping open the fridge for some baby carrots. I find a bag of them and slink one into my teeth.
“Yeah! I got almost all the answers on my end right. I should apply someday and join, you know. We’d make a lot of money that way,” she retorted, eyes glued to the screen. I walk over to her and give her a peck on the cheek, and huff away to my room. She scoffs and calls me back.
“I’ll put you into the entries soon mom. In col
lege it’s easier to do so, but not for the money.”
“Then what else for Spencer?” she asks, gently but questioningly looking through me with her almost-laser-eye-vision. Even dad feared that gaze. It kept him honest, or so Grandpa Milks kept salting.
“For the fun of course,” I popped one more carrot into the pearly grinders and chew away.
“Ha! The fun…if the world ran on fun we’d be light years away from where we think we are now. But now it’s all about the paper and the ass and the coochie and the-”
“Aye, mom! Come on now,” the scratching noise from the mid-life crisis is sharp in here, “we talked about that kind of language around the house. Just because you spend all your time reading Cosmo doesn’t mean you get to let those words fly loose around like that.”
She laughs it off and shrugs. Her beauty has not wavered in years. But for the love and respect she has for herself and my old man, she’s never accepted any suitors, maybe not to me. Though in a way, I wish she would just…go out and live her life. Dad would want that.
“And I thought I was the parent in here,” she stands and walks to me. Her hands fall on my cheeks and the warmth from them tales me back to when I was a boy, grazing my knee on bikes and fallen branches. She always had my back, even when dad took the tougher perspective. I open my eyes, and she’s smiling. “I can’t believe you’re finally leaving. College, of all destinations! Make me proud son. Just as much as your father wanted.” A kiss on the forehead, and a warm heart through her smile, she walks back and sits. I hope she takes care of herself. I really do.
It’s dark in here, even with the windows open and the lights on. I sit on my bed and look around. My twin suitcases are neatly stacked against the side wall, facing my bed. It’s all ready.
All the years that have passed, all of the pain and tears, and the ice cream and sugar chicken, it’s all boiled down to this. I’m leaving for college, and finally I can get my dream to follow in dad’s footsteps. Eighteen years of life, fleeting like shit through an asshole. It all goes buy so fast, the love and the hate. Over there by the window I remember dad showing me how to fasten a shoelace. I was only 8 but a late bloomer. He was kind, and strict. I loved him for that. It was fair to have such qualities in a father.
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