by Marni Mann
“Then, what did you think?”
“I thought”—could I say the word without wanting him to lean down and put his lips on mine?—“you were going to kiss me.”
I heard him breathe. Unlike me, he had no problem doing it. I knew he was thinking; I just had no idea what was inside his mind.
“Tell me something right now, and don’t lie to me. Is it safe for you to leave, or is someone going to hurt you?”
He thought I was abused.
I guessed I couldn’t blame him for thinking that. Clearly, I was hiding something, and the bruises didn’t have to be on my face.
“I live alone, Jae. No one is going to hurt me when I get home.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
His fingers wedged between my head and the wall, making sure I didn’t turn my chin. I should have known he wasn’t going to let me dance around this.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Still not good enough.”
I looked down at my feet, the intensity of his stare becoming too much. “If things end here and they don’t go any further, then yes, I’ll be safe.”
His sigh caused me to glance up. “Not what I wanted to hear.”
“It wasn’t what I wanted to say.”
I wished that last part hadn’t slipped out. It did something it shouldn’t have; it gave us both hope. But there wasn’t any. Not now. Not ever. Not as long as The Achurdy was still in business.
His hand traveled down to my neck, holding it steady. His eyes followed and stopped on my lips. His were parted. They weren’t thin at all, more like the perfect size to suck and nibble. They were surrounded by dark stubble that I wanted to rub over my cheeks.
“If I touch you, will you stop me?”
No.
“Yes.” My voice was a little above a whisper. It was missing authority, dominance. I didn’t have either with his hand on me. Even if his fingers weren’t anywhere on my body, I wasn’t sure I would have sounded any different. I had to try again. “Jae, don’t make this harder than it already is. I have to go home.”
“Then, I’m taking you.”
I turned my face, my chin touching his wrist, and I took in a whiff of his smell. He wasn’t doused in cologne, like all my marks. He didn’t reek of soap or laundry detergent. He smelled like fall nights in Kansas. The ones where I had gone to my high school football games, each time bundled in a sweater while sipping hot chocolate in the clean, crisp, nature-smelling air.
Part nature, part cold, and completely man.
That was Jae.
I straightened my neck and looked at him again. I shouldn’t have done that. It made it even harder to say, “Fine, but we have to go.” When he didn’t respond, I added, “Now.”
I could tell he didn’t like my demand, but he clenched my fingers, and he walked me to the door. This time, when the lights went off, I knew what to expect. I stayed behind him, descending each step, and we went out the front. On the side of the building was a parking lot, and he helped me climb into his giant SUV.
He said nothing during the drive. Neither did I, but I never took my eyes off him. He kept one hand on the steering wheel, his seat way back and reclined to accommodate his height. He looked so relaxed, so handsome, so in control.
I felt just the opposite.
I might have told him we had to leave, but control wasn’t what I felt at all. I felt like Mina had taken that away from me. I felt like I would never find it again.
The shakes were back, and I slouched in my seat, tucking myself in the corner by the window. It was the same way I would sit in the limo, gripping the handle on the door like I would be ripped from the back seat at any second.
It felt that way again. Someone from The Achurdy was going to find me, tear me from Jae’s SUV, and end me.
“Stop.”
He looked over at me. “What?”
I threw the seat belt off my body and leaned forward, trying to sway some air into me. Everything was so tight, it felt like I was being strangled.
“You can’t pull up to my building. Please stop here, and don’t go any further.” I tried to open the door, but it was locked. I didn’t even care that we were still moving. I just had to get out. “Jae, unlock the door. I can’t be in here.”
He moved to the side of the road. As he shifted into park, he turned toward me. “We’re almost at the bar. I’ll drive a few blocks past it and—”
“No. No, no, no.” I swayed harder, trying to take in air through my nose and exhale it through my mouth. I tried to push the pains out of my stomach. I tried to lift the weight I felt on my chest. Nothing would move.
“Tyler.”
I rocked back and forth.
I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering again. If I didn’t start breathing, Jae would have to take me to the hospital. Mina would definitely kill me then. She’d probably stick some powder in my IV, and I’d die right in my room.
“Tyler.”
“Let me go, Jae. Being in here is only making me feel worse.”
I didn’t know what had happened, but suddenly, Jae had moved, and he’d brought me with him. We were now both in the back seat.
“Look at me.”
I hadn’t realized I wasn’t. But I listened to his words, and I followed them and found myself staring at his eyes.
“You’ve got to relax your mind. Whatever it is that’s haunting you, bring your thoughts back here.” His hands moved to my neck. “You’re here with me. The windows are tinted. No one can see you. No one can hurt you. It’s just us.”
Just us.
“Good. Now, while you’re thinking about where you are, focus on your breathing. Relax your heart, so you can take in long, deep breaths.”
Long, deep breaths.
I could only see small bits of his face from the headlights of the oncoming traffic, but it was enough light to catch his smile.
“You’re doing good. Just a few more, and you’ll start feeling better.”
I waited at least a minute before I said, “This has never happened to me before, not ever, and now, I’ve had two in one night. I don’t know where it’s coming from.”
“Tyler, the problem is, you know exactly where it’s coming from, and it’s scaring the fuck out of you.”
I wanted to sink into the seat and never return.
Why did I continue to embarrass myself in front of this beautiful man? Why couldn’t we have met under normal circumstances, exchanged numbers, and ended the night with a kiss, like every other girl and guy my age?
“You’re right,” I admitted.
“Can I make it go away?”
I shook my head. “You’ll only make it worse.”
“Then, tell me how to make it better.”
I thought about his question. I considered every possibility, and I came up with an answer that wouldn’t please either of us. “You can drop me off five blocks from my building. You can promise not to follow me, and”—a knot lodged its way into the back of my throat—“you can promise that I’ll never see you again.”
“That’s what you want?”
The light was gone, but I didn’t need it. There were plenty of emotions in his voice. I was sure he’d hear it in mine, too.
“Yes, Jae. It’s what I want.”
He waited several seconds. Then, he climbed to the front seat and shifted into drive. I stayed in the back. It was easier not to be so close to him. Without him being able to see me, I could let the tears run from my eyes and not hide them. And, when he pulled into a side street five blocks from my apartment, I clung to the door and waited for him to unlock it.
“I don’t like letting you leave without knowing you’re going to be all right.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Jesus, Tyler, look at you. Listen to you. You want me to believe that you’re going to be fine?”
This night couldn’t have gone any worse.
I felt his hand on my thigh, and I looked at him. I wished I hadn’t.
The light that came in through the windshield made me squint, so I knew it was showing the tears. And, from his breathing, I knew that he saw them.
I couldn’t take another second of this.
“Let me go, so we can both forget about tonight.”
“Forget?” He laughed. “Maybe that’s what you’ll do, but it’s sure as hell not what I’ll be doing.”
“Please unlock the door.”
I heard the click, and I knew I was free.
But was I?
Was free a word I could even use anymore?
I’d thought I would burst from the car and sprint the five blocks to my place. But I didn’t. I soaked in these last few seconds, memorizing the details of his face that I could see in the light, and then I slid out of the back. “Good-bye, Jae,” I whispered, gently shutting the door.
I wrapped my arms around my stomach and kept my eyes on the ground as I walked.
Once I got inside my apartment, I began stripping off my clothes. I left a trail of them on the floor. As I passed the kitchen, I grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and carried it into the bathroom. Fully naked, I stepped into my shower, turning on the water as hot as it would go.
I sat in a ball on the floor, the wine between my legs, the scalding spray beating down on me.
I put the bottle to my mouth and felt the water scorch my skin even more.
There wasn’t enough wine, and there wasn’t enough burn to erase this whole night.
But, in that shower, tucked in a ball on the floor, I made myself a promise. Once I got dry, I would never think of tonight again. The memories would have been scrubbed from my body. My skin would smell like body wash, not the scent of Jae’s apartment. His name, his face, the way I’d felt when he touched me would be out of my head permanently.
This shower was my vial of powder.
And, inside this hot chamber, I was pouring it into me.
I was safe.
Or at least I thought I was.
Beard
Two women. Two pussies. Two assholes. Two mouths.
Two sets of eyes that looked at me like they were going to fucking eat me.
Hell, this might be one of the best nights of my life.
I moved up the bed and knelt between Layla and the stripper. Both women leaned forward, Layla taking me in her mouth first. Her lips spread over my crown, and she sucked just the tip while the stripper stroked my shaft. When her hand turned dry, she spit on it and rubbed me off some more.
At some point, they switched, the stripper now bobbing on my cock. She could only fit half of it in her mouth before she gagged. That sound, that goddamn gurgling, produced even more saliva. The thick kind, too, that was perfect for jacking me off. She coated her hand in it, so she could do just that.
With the stripper managing my dick, Layla licked my balls. She surrounded each one, tickling them with her tongue. They were so fucking sensitive, I twisted her hair around my fist and guided her movements. She didn’t need orders; she just needed to be controlled.
Both girls knew what the hell they were doing.
And their mouths felt different.
Layla’s tongue was now on my tip, darting around it in circles, and then she flattened it across the back of my shaft, dipping lower before teasing the side as she rose. The stripper used more of her teeth. Her mouth wasn’t as hot in temperature, but the amount of drool she had made up for it, and she kept my cock nice and wet.
While the stripper sucked on one of my balls, I rubbed my finger through her ass crack. Goddamn, that hole was snug. I swept some of the wetness from her cunt and brought it up for lubrication. I gave her a second to get used to the width before I shoved my whole finger in. She didn’t fight it. She didn’t tell me to take it slow. She accepted all of it and wiggled her cheeks, showing me she wanted more. Because she was such a good girl, I gave it to her. Two fingers this time. But I didn’t pause to let the hole stretch. I just slid the second one right in.
A little pain was good for her.
And, from the way she moaned, “Beard,” I could tell she agreed.
Layla was now squeezing my cock between her tits, lifting and dropping them so that they jerked me off. When the crown peeked through the top of her mounds, she’d quickly suck it. Her skin was so fucking soft. So warm. The wetness her mouth left allowed me to slither through that tight hole, but it kept me restricted, so the friction would be enough to make me come.
I’d be coming on Layla—but not before I was inside her.
“Get on all fours,” I barked at the stripper, pulling my fingers out of her and slapping her ass.
As Layla leaned up, my cock sprang free. “And me?”
“I want you on your back. Legs spread. With nothing blocking that pussy.”
The stripper got on her hands and knees, but before she settled into a place on the bed, she reached into the nightstand and grabbed a rubber. She put the circle in her mouth and stuck it over the head of my cock, unraveling it until she gagged. Fuck, those lips felt good even though she was using them to cover me. She finished the rest with her hand and looked up, her mouth now free and pouty. “Hard, baby. That’s how I like it.”
“Remember what you’ve asked for.”
She giggled, a sound I hoped would soon turn into a scream, and she started kissing Layla. There was nothing simple about the way they made out. Those women fucked each other’s mouths with their tongues; they pinched nipples and pulled hair. It was the hottest thing I’d seen in a long time.
To get a better view, I moved in behind the stripper, my dick pointing at her asshole, and I watched.
Layla was definitely one of the sexiest chicks I’d ever touched. Her kind of pretty wasn’t from makeup. She was even more gorgeous without any on. And, the way she looked on that bed—how her curves were outlined on the mattress, her skin fucking glowing in the candlelight—I didn’t know how long I’d last when I was finally inside her.
She was whom I stared at when I touched my tip to the stripper’s hole and when I dipped it in.
“Oh my God,” she groaned, her mouth still on Layla.
“How does it feel, baby?” Layla asked her.
“He’s so big. He’s completely filling my ass.”
“Tell him to hurt you,” Layla demanded. “Tell him to make you scream.”
She knew just what I wanted to hear.
Fuck.
I pounded into the stripper, that wet hole sucking me right in and practically swallowing me. I hadn’t thought I’d like being in her as much as Layla, but, shit, this felt amazing.
The stripper glanced over her shoulder. Those fat lips parted, and she said, “Hurt me, Beard. Make me scream.”
I could do that.
I increased my speed, my balls slapping against her ass cheeks, clenching more with each stroke. I didn’t give her my whole cock. She was too narrow. I didn’t want to rip her apart. But I gave her plenty of friction, and I twisted my hips in a circle, so it would be enough to make her come.
“Layla,” I hissed, “rub her clit for me.”
Layla’s hand moved to the spot I’d asked. I felt each rub, each grind of her fingertips, because she was touching my balls at the same time.
Jesus, these women.
They knew just what I liked, and their sounds told me they enjoyed giving it as much as I did.
I slapped the stripper’s ass cheek again and told her, “You feel too fucking good.”
And then I pulled out of her tight hole and moved over to Layla’s pussy. While I positioned myself in front of her, the stripper tugged off the condom and rolled on a new one.
“Give me that dick,” Layla begged as I lifted her legs onto my shoulders. “Now, Beard. I want it right now.”
I teased the outer rim of her cunt, making her squirm for me.
“Oh God, yes.” She wiggled her hips, trying to rock more of the tip inside her. “More. Please, give me more.”
That voice. That fucking begging.
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“Beard!”
I shoved the crown in, listening to her moan and hiss and scream, “Yesss, fuck me.”
When I gave her what she’d asked for, her hips rose to meet each thrust. Her pussy would constrict around me on my way out and release when I drove back in. It was a different kind of heat and suction than the stripper’s ass. Her cunt was softer, wetter. It molded around me, allowing me all the way in.
The stripper rubbed Layla’s clit and gnawed on each of her nipples. Her other hand was curved under her own pussy, and I could tell she was finger-fucking herself. Greedy bitch wanted to come. I could make that happen.
“Open your ass for me,” I ordered.
Her hands left both pussies, and she used them to spread her cheeks, stretching her hole, showing me how wide she could get it. I rubbed some saliva on my cock and slid in.
“Fuck yes!” she yelled. “Give it to me real hard.”
I remembered her telling me she was a squirter. That was something I had to see. Better yet, it was something I had to make her do.
“Layla, get me a dildo.”
My girl smiled and went to the nightstand. She returned with a bright blue rubber cock.
When I reached for it, she said, “Oh no, baby, let me.” She moved underneath her girlfriend and put it right into her cunt.
“Yes!” the stripper shouted. “You’re really going to make me come now.”
The two of us pumped those fucking holes so fast, I thought the stripper was going to rock right off the bed. But, because I was behind her, I couldn’t see her pussy. So, I pulled out, telling Layla to move out of the way, and I flipped the stripper onto her back. Then, I went right into her ass again, and Layla slipped into her pussy.
“Right before she comes,” I said to Layla, “take out the dildo, and rub her clit.”
She chewed on her lip before she stretched over to me and kissed me. It was the first time my mouth had been on hers. It tasted as good as her cunt. And the more I fed on her, the louder she moaned against me.
“Faster,” the stripper cried, her nails stabbing my thighs.
I gave her another inch and thrust my hips forward and back so hard, I didn’t know if she’d be able to take it.