Caught In Flames

by Natalia Banks

  Quickly spotting their room, Ty swiped the magnetic room key through the reader and unlocked the door. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled a mischievous smile. They entered the room, clean and gorgeous, a crisp white duvet adorning the king-size bed, the lights of the city sparkling beyond the huge windows. But the decor was the last thing on either of their minds. Ty took Sarina in her arms and pulled her close, tongues wrestling, lips pressed together, his hot breath against her cheek .

  Chapter Twenty

  Sarina

  T y’s cock rammed her from behind, her pussy aching and molten after almost an hour of fucking. They’d started on the couch, then Ty walked her around the room while she was wrapped around him, legs locked, cock jamming higher and harder with every step. He walked them to the bed, but instead of laying her onto it and taking his place above her, Ty had something else in mind .

  Sarina’s world was turned upside-down as he lowered her head-first backward onto the mattress. But big Ty remained standing by the side of the bed, his full height towering over her. She reached back, arms out, palms flat against the mattress for support, as Ty began jackhammering her, his hands holding onto her strong, shapely legs. With every jut of his hips, his long, hard erection pummeled her in tiny increments, short jabs of that mighty sword—vigorous and virile .

  Pulling up and pushing down, Ty was in total control of Sarina’s upside-down body, the blood rushing to her head and to the other end, her crotch shaking and boiling and threatening to explode .

  A long, stuttered sound leaked out of Sarina’s throat, her mouth stretched open, her cry punctuated by Ty’s incessant jutting which was quick and short and driving Sarina absolutely out of her mind .

  Her body shook, she felt dizzy, her eyesight went blurry, and her ears rang with her scream and thudded with her own heartbeat, faster and harder. The muscles of her back strained while she reached her arms and clawed at the bedsheets. Sarina opened her eyes to see the room upside-down around her: a world she could hardly comprehend. But she didn’t want to comprehend; she didn’t want to know. All she could do was feel, feel Ty inside her, her legs idle by his naked torso, unable to do anything but receive his power, to revel in it .

  “You like that, Sarina? Shake you up and wear you out, baby; I’m gonna fuck you blind!” She screamed, but not from fear—from joy, from anticipation. Ty kept pulling and jutting, then started swinging Sarina from side to side like the pendulum of some human grandfather clock, the sexual seconds ticking by, moments swelling, their bodies moving so fast that time seemed to stand still .

  But that wasn’t the only force pulling on Sarina, and at that moment the reality overtook the illusion. With one great and graceful motion, Ty slipped his hand under the back of her thigh and pushed it up, spinning her and flipping her over, easy and graceful. Suddenly she was face-down in a wheelbarrow position, pushing down against the mattress for balance and support, as Ty kept railing her from behind, her nerves burning, seething, and feeling as if they were melting away under the assault of his white-hot iron spike .

  “That good, baby? That feel good ?”

  “So good…so…soooo good …”

  Ty leaned forward, pressing his cock deeper into her, his thick, muscular thighs pressed against the back of hers, his strong hands grasping each of her ankles .

  With another certain and swift motion, Ty released Sarina’s legs and skillfully placed her into missionary position. Her breath was pushed out of her lungs, her muscles starting to relax as Ty’s huge cock slid into her slick pussy. The bones of her spine popped and cracked as she arched her back in ecstasy, his tremendous tool feeling even bigger inside her .

  Sarina couldn’t deny how much she loved the feeling of missionary position with Ty. In that moment, there was something so intimate, so vulnerable about accepting him, accepting his dominance, and trusting him completely. Never before had she craved him with such an unparalleled intensity. Sarina lapped up every delicious thrust, knowing their position wouldn’t last, that Ty had other plans. And she was equally as eager to explore them with him. A bolt of inspiration had Sarina wanting to take command. She wanted to control the depth and intensity of Ty’s eager erection, so she sat up and signalled Ty to flip onto his back. It was her turn to take the reigns. She straddled him, lowering her body and sinking down onto that cock even deeper, in a smooth, controlled motion that had them both moaning in unison. Sarina leaned forward, her hands pressing his down into the mattress, eagerly bouncing up and down on his rock hard cock .

  “Ohhh fuck, baby, you feel so good inside me, every inch,” she moaned. She let go of his hands, and pushed hers against the headboard, framed photos nearly falling from their nails. Ty was bucking his hips, that impressive girth raking deep inside of her, pussy clamping down .

  Ty’s stamina was already legendary in Sarina’s mind, flashes of the last session still fresh in her memory. She hadn’t been able to get it out of her mind or her crotch, her fingers forever bringing back that rowdy recollection. So she knew she was barely able to forestall her orgasm any longer. Or maybe it was a return of the last orgasm which had never really ended. Sarina also knew that Ty’s more explosive release was still an hour or more away. He’d cum when he wanted to, when he decided to, and not before .

  But Sarina felt like a virtual orgasm machine he could turn on with a flick of his big switch. And she was already up and running, fluids building up, tension pulling her muscles tight, lips clamping down so tight on that long, hard cock .

  “Oooooohhh my God, baby, you feel amazing, but let me see that beautiful ass of yours; I want to take you from behind so fucking bad,” he rasped .

  “Mmmmmm…oh my God, take me Ty.” Sarina hopped off and eagerly moved into doggystyle position on her knees, facing the headboard, pushing against the wall, almost afraid she’d break right through it with the terrific pounding from behind. She spread her legs wider as her entered her, and threw her head back; her messy hair plastered to the sides of her sweat-soaked head, Sarina was in ecstasy, her orgasm churning hard, legs buckling .

  “You can take it,” Ty said behind her, his voice low and raspy in her inner ear. “Yeah, baby, you can take even more. You want more? You want more ?”

  “I do,” she tried to say through the lump rising in her throat, the breath wheezing out of her nostrils and drawing in great clouds of their mutual musk. “I want more, more …”

  “More?” he teased .

  “More,” she shouted, “I-I need it… I can’t…I …”

  Ty stopped pumping and leaned in very close, his cheek pressing against hers. “You’re gonna have it,” was all he said and all he needed to say .

  Ty withdrew slowly, Sarina gaping to feel that member slide out of her, her body shaking and missing that massive presence dominating her from within. But it would be replaced by a different sensation as Ty positioned his rock-hard dick at the tight opening of her anus; she quivered at the touch of that lubed hard erection. Ty eased it in, Salina’s legs spreading farther, her mouth opening in a silent scream .

  The pressure within her was terrifying and terrific, painful and perfect, sensations racing into her chest and wrapping around her heart, squeezing it like an invisible fist. He instinctively found the perfect rhythm and pressure .

  Ty reached around from behind, his hand splayed against Sarina’s thigh. His hand glided higher, his fingers finding her neglected pussy, sliding in, thumb pressing against her sweet vaginal mound. Sarina let out a little whimper when his two fingers slid in farther and curled up. The tip of Ty’s middle finger tickled Sarina’s G-spot from behind while his thumb pressed gently down onto it from the outside. A gentle pinch and prod combined with the forceful fuck from behind, and Sarina’s body felt as if it was going to explode from sheer euphoric bliss .

  Her fists curled up and punched the wall in front of her, the framed photos finally giving way and falling to the floor, glass cracking somewhere beneath their heated shouts and groans. She
was cumming hard, that ceaseless splash inside her rising like a tide, filling her, drowning her. Sarina’s pussy was burning with Ty’s masterful touch—ass aching, body spasming .

  Sarina was helpless in the throws of her release which grew even stronger as he took control—a steady rhythmic pumping moving deeper and deeper. Sarina’s eyes dipped closed, her legs spread wider, her heart struggled not to explode in her chest .

  Her breath came fast, screaming out her otherworldly pleasure as her body bounced, that cock smashing her from behind. He grabbed her hair and pulled it back, only increasing the volume of her cries, his finger rigorously massaging her clit, his cock railing into her ass; Sarina was drowning in sensation and in her own cum .

  Ty let go of Sarina’s hair, but his hand wasn’t idle for long. Thwack! The slap on her ass cheek came fast and hard and unannounced, a hard kneading registering down the back of her legs, her muscles twitching and flexing. Thwack! Another slap was even harder, electric pleasure multiplying the buzz of her orgasm and the aggression of his assault on her ass. Pump and slap and push and wriggle, the energy poured through Sarina’s body, around it, through it—waves of pleasure closing her throat and her eyes, her jaws locking as her entire world succumbed, everything in her life ceasing to exist .

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Ty

  T he next day Sarina went with Ty and Jesse and Jesse’s friend Blu to the Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium. Jesse and Blu wandered up ahead, giggling and smiling and pointing at the rare and exotic animals .

  Sarina was reminded of her own childhood, and she knew there was some attraction to being with Ty and Jesse that went beyond her incredible attraction to Ty or her growing fondness for Jesse. She hardly wanted to admit it to herself, and she wasn’t about to tell Ty, but there was a lot about Jesse that reminded Sarina of herself. She felt that if she could make Jesse happy, it would make herself happy. But she knew the real connection was something entirely darker; Sarina hoped that if she could take away the pain from young Jesse’s life, she could somehow take the pain out of her own life. Healing Jesse’s losses might heal Sarina’s own. She knew there were terrible flaws to her well-intentioned logic; she knew it was an imperfect approach. But life was far from perfect; she’d learned that the hard way. So had Billie and Ty and Jesse and countless others who found some way to make it through life, to enjoy themselves and each other, to be happy .

  Sarina smiled to see Jesse so relaxed and smiling, but that only accentuated the pangs of her grandmother’s continued testiness and discontent. And Ty seemed to know it, their bond already strong enough to give each some insight into the other .

  Ty asked her, “You okay ?”

  Sarina tried to smile. “It’s my gram. I wish she’d have come today; we could have pushed her around in a cart or something .”

  “She doesn’t seem like the sort,” he said. “You think she’s okay ?”

  Sarina wasn’t sure how to take the question or how to answer it. A shrug felt natural enough, and as truthful as she could be. “For now, I mean, she’s down the street with her friend Mrs. Johnson. She seems to want to come out less and less and gets irritable. I know those mood changes are symptoms .”

  Ty said, “Y’know, I haven’t mentioned it, but my neighbor Mr. Richards mentioned that they had a conversation; she was talking about going to live with your father when he came back from his Oregon trip, something like that .”

  “Going to live with my father ?”

  “Or something to that effect,” Ty said. “She had Mr. Richards pretty upset, but I really just took it as part of her dementia. Now I feel badly that I didn’t tell you before, but I didn’t want to upset you, or…or upset what we have going .”

  “No, Ty, you’re right to mention it, I’m not mad, but…it’s not good news, I don’t think .”

  Ty sighed, wrapping his arm around her. “No, I don’t think it is.” They walked on a while farther before Ty added, “Y’know, there are some very good places — ”

  “No, Ty .”

  After a stilted silence, Ty said, “I know how you feel, but — ”

  “No, Ty. Those places rob them of their dignity, their will to live.” After another tense pause, Sarina repeated, “No,” and it was clear she wouldn’t hear any more about it .

  * * *

  S arina came home that day to find that Billie and her friend had spent the afternoon at the Dunne home, and once they were alone, Sarina noticed that the little green light on the DVD machine was on. Then she noticed the empty DVD case with a blank white cover scribbled with Sarina’s own writing :

  Dunne Home Movies, Vol. 3 .

  Billie waddled in from the kitchen with a cup of tea in one hand, holding the saucer underneath it with the other .

  Sarina said, “Gram, why don’t you ask me? I could help you with that .”

  “I can do it!” The angry snap of her voice told Sarina that Billie was in the throes of another mood swing .

  “Okay, that’s fine.” She glanced at the DVD machine and the TV, currently off. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to bring up the home movies, plumb the connection between that and her mood, maybe mention what Ty had brought up about her idea that the rest of the Dunne family was still alive .

  Sarina decided against it. Instead she turned on the TV to see the DVD menu, but pushed the button on the TV to change the input back to the cable feed and a popular game show, complete with music and cheering audience .

  Sarina sat down on the couch next to Billie with a wide smile. “Let’s play along like we did when I was young. Team Dunne’s got the others on the run !”

  Billie sneered at the screen. “Not that! I wasn’t watching that !”

  “Well, it’ll be fun. We always figure it out before the other contestants do — ”

  “I said no,” Billie barked back. “Turn on the other !”

  Sarina knew what her grandmother was talking about, but the more irritable Billie became, the more Sarina saw the connection and wanted to guide her in a different direction. “What channel do you want to watch? The news? The comedy shows ?”

  Billie snapped, “What I was watching before! What’s the matter with you ?”

  Sarina forced a smile. “Nothing, Gram, I’m fine! Did you want to watch the home movies; is that what you’re talking about?” Billie just snarled and turned away to look out the window. Sarina slowly reached for the input button, the DVD menu returning with a simple photo of the Dunne family and the words Dunne Family Home Movies Vol. 3 .

  Sarina pressed play .

  The TV screen was suddenly dominated by a faded video of Carl and Sheila Dunne, only a year before their accidental deaths. Carl’s hair was dark brown and curly to contrast Sheila’s blond locks, their smiles yellowed with the years as they kissed on the beach, a happy couple approaching middle age, looking forward to the rest of their lives .

  Never got to say good-bye , Sarina couldn’t help but think—a recurring regret, but one she couldn’t have controlled. They never had the chance to say good-bye, among so many other things .

  Sarina looked at Billie, who was transfixed on the screen, the teacup tinkling against the saucer as her hand quivered just a bit. Billie sat wallowing in her memories, the road she was on leading her into dark places. But Sarina knew she’d only upset Billie further by talking about it, so she faded back into the kitchen to start making dinner .

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Sarina

  D octor Kim Li leaned back behind her desk, fiddling with a ballpoint pen. “How’s she been around the house ?”

  Sarina felt like she was blinking too much and that would give her away. “Um, she’s good, Dr. Li, good .”

  “Good?”

  “Good.”

  “Well, good, that’s…that’s good.” They shared a tense smile. “How are her moods? Any irritability, confusion, hallucinations ?”

  Sarina shook her head and tried to shrug as naturally as she could. “She doesn’t like the he
at,” Sarina finally said, “she’s not used to it .”

  “So…there is some irritability .”

  Sarina knew she had to answer. So she nodded and said, “Just a little, s’no big deal .”

  “I see,” Dr. Li said, glancing at Billie’s chart, on the desk in front of her. “She strikes me as being very irritable, Sarina .”

  “Really?” Sarina leaned forward a bit. “Today ?”

  “Today, yes,” Dr. Li said. “She told me to go to hell and that I was a shyster .”

  “A shyster ?”

  “And the fact that a shyster is a bad lawyer and a quack is a bad doctor was hardly worth arguing, don’t you agree ?”

  A cold knot tightened in Sarina’s gut, goose bumps rising. Doctor Li’s phone rang, a landline jangle that sent waves of shocked fear through Sarina’s system, causing her to jump just a little bit in her chair. Doctor Li asked, “Do you mind?” Sarina shook her head while Doctor Li picked up the phone, uttered her name into the phone, and took her call .

  Sarina zoned out of the doctor’s conversation, imagining instead her beloved grandmother in the cold corner of some lockdown’s rec room, one more aging piece of meat to be fed and cleaned and pushed around until she finally expired .

  Then Sarina pictured herself in Billie’s place, her own body withered under her, unresponsive, numb and filthy, slowly shutting down. She imagined the long and dreadful days, the constant stench, the screams of the other patients in rooms down the hall, echoing with their endless agony .

  Doctor Li set down the phone and returned her attention to Sarina. “Has she been taking her meds ?”