by Bijou Hunter
I don’t particularly care about most of the guests. Grandma Coretta bitches about the potato salad until I admit I was the one who made it. Then she decides I’m trying to kill her. This accusation means I don’t have to talk to her for the rest of the day. My sisters are livid with envy.
Christine’s new bestie, Wanda, arrives with her fat, hairy biker husband. He pats me on the head like I’m a cute dog and then nearly loses a finger when he tries to do the same with Journey.
Walking around the backyard where everyone talks and eats, I carry a squirt bottle at the ready in case Hal wants to nip at annoying people. He’s a testy geriatric bastard and especially hates other old timers. I see him eyeballing Grandma a few times and end up squirting him just to be safe.
I stroll through the house, squirting the cats because I’m annoyed by their indifference to my anxiety. They respond with their death stares, and I suspect at least one of them will attempt to murder me in my sleep tonight.
On the front porch, Poppy is on the lookout for her dweeb friends.
“Court and Felix should be here soon,” I say, joining her.
“Don’t care,” she growls, swatting at a fly. “Don’t embarrass me with my friends.”
“Too late. I already have my entire day planned out and embarrassing you is on my bullet list.”
Poppy gives me her twitchy-eyed frown. “I hope Felix thinks you’re an evil stepmother.”
“Stepmother,” I say, feeling out the word. “I like that.”
“You won’t really embarrass me, will you?”
“These guys you hang out with are dweebs. I don’t get why you’re so queefing nervous.”
“I want them to think I’m perfect.”
“They call you Hot Girl. Isn’t that enough?”
“No. Don’t embarrass me.”
“We’ll see. If you don’t embarrass me with Court and Felix, I might show you mercy.”
“Deal.”
My fellas arrive before hers, and I walk down to where they climb off of the Harley.
Court looks so damn sexy in a simple gray Bluefield Blue Jays jersey. His dark hair looks damp, and I imagine him recently showering. Yeah, that’s a nice thought right there.
“Felix, this is my younger sister, Poppy,” I say after getting a quick kiss from Court. “She bites so you’ll want to remain cautious in her vicinity.”
Felix frowns at Poppy, who stares at him with her dead-eyed expression. I squirt her with the water bottle, and she responds by whipping a lemon slice at my head.
“See what I mean?” I say to Felix.
Like his father, the kid isn’t sure what to make of the sisterly bickering. He takes things way too literally.
“My friends are here,” Poppy says, dabbing away the water squirt. “I will be ignoring you for the rest of the day.”
“Take Felix with you.”
“Why?” she asks, and Felix scowls at my suggestion.
“You’re taking the dweebs into the house to play video games. He can join in the fun.”
“He’s little.”
“He’s probably as mature as your dweeb friends.”
“Stop calling them dweebs.”
“You called them that this morning at breakfast.”
“Yeah but they’re my friends so I can say what I want. You don’t know them.”
“I met Cowlick, and he stared at my boobs the entire time. I feel confident that dweeb is the least offensive name I can think for him.”
Poppy frowns at Felix and sizes him up. Though he’s nearly as tall as she is, he still has a baby face while hers is all teen bitch.
“Fine but he can’t speak the entire time.”
Rolling my eyes, I pat Felix on the shoulder. “You talk as much as you want. If they give you a hard time, I’ll sic Hal on them.”
Court watches the entire scene, and I know he’s dying to say something. He doesn’t trust Poppy. Ordinary people often find her scary, but I know she’s harmless, and she likes underdogs. As the youngest person at a barbecue filled with lame adults, Felix is as big an underdog as they come.
Poppy gestures for Felix to follow her, and he grudgingly does. I see him glance back once to beg his father for an out. Court mouths, “Sorry.” Felix’s glare is classic preteen pissed.
“Ooh, he’s mad at you,” I tease, poking his gut. “Bet he talks shit about you to Poppy.”
“Are you sure he’ll be okay?”
“Poppy doesn’t drink, do drugs, or have sex. She’s the safest teenager you’ll find. Her dweeb friends are all, you know, dweeby. They’ll talk about comic books and video games. Hell, Felix might be the coolest of the five of them.”
Grinning, Court wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you got rid of the cock blocker.”
“Look, I think your kid is super, cool awesome, but I want you to pay attention to me. Is that so wrong? Childish? Sure, but not wrong.”
“Do you like him or are you saying that to make me happy?”
“He’s sweet, but it’s not like I know him.”
“Do you want to know him?”
Gripping his shirt, I stare into his dark eyes I’ve missed so much.
“I want you, Court. All of the time. To have you, I need to know your kid. Fortunately, he doesn’t suck. I worry he won’t like me, though. I don’t know how to hang out with boys. I’m not like Poppy, and I didn’t have guy friends growing up.”
“You don’t need to hang out with him. Just be you and treat him like you treat your family. Once he figures out you’re not serious half of the time you speak, he’ll learn to love you.”
We let that “love” word linger in the air. Neither of us wants to get weird about it.
“Is Jared coming?” Court asks, changing the subject.
“No. Mom still can’t be around him.”
“You know that’s weird, right?”
“No,” I say and then poke him in the gut. “Seems reasonable to me actually. He makes her stupid with lust, and she’s looking to keep her brain in check. Avoiding him makes a helluva lot of sense.”
“They live in the same town.”
I frown at how he’s pointing out crap I already know. Court shrugs at my irritation.
“I wonder if your father had a healthy relationship with your mother, if he might be cooler with any relationships his children have.”
“Did he give you grief about us banging pelvises?”
“Yeah, and he worded it exactly like that too.”
Leaning closer, I whisper, “I want to bang my pelvis against yours right now.”
“Sounds great, but I’m hungry, so my desire is focused on other activities.”
Eyes widening, I desperately wish we could sneak off for a private naked time. Court smirks knowingly at my reaction. Having me wrapped around his pinkie finger clearly pleases the hunk.
22 Black Sheep
Court
Keeping my hands off Justice proves difficult especially once Felix leaves with Poppy. I only want her alone where I can explore her soft skin. My fingers slide over the length of her neck, enjoying how she shivers. Her gaze finds mine, and I consider gesturing for us to sneak off to her room.
“I don’t know what that look means,” Justice says, messing with me.
“It means I think you’re beautiful.”
Justice grins and takes my hand. “I need to help out at the party. Afterward, I’ll let you prove how beautiful you think I am.”
“Let me, huh?”
“I shall allow you to find solace in my vaginal area.”
Groaning, I adjust my jeans. “Two days is a long time.”
“Oh, stop, you’ve been horny before. You’ll live.”
I follow her outside where Danny Earlham loudly laughs at something Journey said.
“Ooh, here she is,” says Kayleen once she sees Justice. “I want you to try my casserole.”
“Ooh, yum…”
Justice doesn’t finish
when she spots the green chunks in the casserole.
“It’s a Brussels sprouts bake,” Journey helpfully explains.
I can’t stop myself from laughing at Justice’s horrified expression. She looks to me for help as her aunt shoves a big bite of casserole into her mouth. Journey smiles at me, but Justice is pissed for our lack of aid in her time of need.
Her expression shifts while she chews.
“This is excellent. Did you spike it with crack?”
Kayleen smiles proudly. “I can give your mama the recipe.”
“No,” Journey immediately says, now wanting a bite. “Mom is a horrible cook. It’s one of her few flaws. We’ll take the recipe, though.”
“Court wants a bite,” Justice says, clearly holding a grudge about how I didn’t knock Kayleen down to save her.
The Brussels sprouts casserole thing tastes pretty great especially considering it’s littered with green chunks.
Once I make approving moans about the food, Kayleen is a state of euphoria. For the next hour, I hear her telling guests how much we liked her casserole.
“Aunt Former Stripper is really appreciative,” Justice tells me as we stand against the house with her resting her head on my chest. “I like her a lot. Uncle Mullet is cool too. A little part of me wishes we visited earlier, so I’d have known them sooner. Don’t tell my mom that.”
“I’m good at keeping secrets.”
Justice smiles up at me. “I hope Felix is okay. Should we check on him?”
I’ve been dying to ask to do just that, but worried Justice would think I didn’t trust Poppy. Her sister isn’t my concern. I’m more concerned about the three teenage boys ganging up on Felix.
We find them playing Call of Duty in Poppy’s bright pink room. Felix sits in a beanbag on the floor next to a scrawny kid with a terrifying cowlick on the back of his head. Poppy stops watching them shoot people in the face to look at us.
“What? He isn’t ready to leave,” she tells Justice while ignoring me.
“We’re just checking in. Do you want snacks?”
“Yes, ma’am,” the chunky kid says immediately.
Justice smiles at her sister who watches her with wary blue eyes. Felix glances back at me, also looking uneasy. He obviously isn’t ready to leave.
“We’ll be back with food,” I say and Felix fucking beams at me.
Justice and I head to the kitchen where we pile food on a few plates.
“He’s having a ball,” I say like a proud father. “I can’t tell you how it feels to see your kid happy that way.”
“Is it anything like how I feel seeing my man happy this way?” she asks, caressing my jaw. “You’re never sexier than when you show how much you love Felix. I swear I want to hump you so badly right now.”
“Snacks first and then your room.”
Justice’s eyes widen, and then she grabs a tray from under the counter. We carry the plates and sodas to the room where the kids are still playing. Poppy organizes everyone’s snacks before making clear how she wants us to leave.
“No adults,” she says, pushing Justice toward the door. “I’m sure you have bills to pay or taxes to file.”
Justice wants to torment her sister, but she restrains the urge. I still see her fighting against the desire when I tug her across the living room toward her room.
“She needs me,” Justice moans. “She can’t exist without my helpful, snarky comments.”
“I need you more,” I say, shutting her door and yanking off my shirt to get her attention. “Your pussy needs attention the most.”
Justice checks the lock on the door and then runs to the bed where she squirms out of her shorts.
“I love when you say pussy.”
“Does your pussy get wet when I call its name?” I ask, caressing the slit of her panties and feeling the wet heat against my fingers. “Does your pussy need me to fuck it?”
“Don’t fuck me too good. I don’t want to scream so loudly everyone comes running.”
Shoving down my pants, I free my cock and fist it immediately. Precum leaks against my fingers before I slide it across her now bare pussy.
“I can’t promise once will be enough,” I murmur, stroking her with the head of my cock. “I don’t know if a million times will be enough.”
Justice unbuttons her shirt and tugs up her bra to show me her tits. I rub my wet fingers against her hard nipples and watch her pussy clench in anticipation.
“Look at me,” I say when her eyes close.
As soon as her gaze meets mine, I press the head of my cock inside her and thrust until I’m balls-deep in her body.
“Do that thing with my clit,” she whimpers.
I lift her hips and shove a pillow underneath to afford me a better view of my cock thrusting inside her. Her pink pussy glistens with a mixture of our juices. My index finger and thumb open her lips wider until I can see her swollen clit begging for my touch.
Squeezing it gently, I watch her eyes close and her lips part. Justice grips the sheets as I play with her clit. My fingers gently caress the tender flesh at first before moving against it faster and rougher until her hips buck against mine.
“How?” she moans as her pussy devours my cock still plunging deeper into her.
I don’t know what Justice is asking, but my fingers keep up their pressure on her clit. She orgasms hard once and then looks at me as if wanting me to stop and let her relax. I don’t give into her silent plea. I ache to see her come again before I fill her with my seed. I need to watch Justice lose control, so I know I’m not the only one of us lost in heat.
“Your nipples,” I say in a husky voice. “Play with them.”
Justice immediately obeys. Her flushed face grows redder as I toy with her delicate clit. Her hands grip her tits, squeezing the nipples between her knuckles.
“Oh,” she groans, and I know she’ll come soon.
Her pussy wildly spasms around my cock, sucking at my hard flesh. I can’t hold on any longer and begin thrusting harder, so our hips slap together in the otherwise quiet room.
Pressing my thumb down on her clit, I use my other hand to hold her still while I fuck every drop of cum into her body. I want her to feel me inside her long after I leave tonight. I need her to fall asleep tonight with thoughts of our bodies becoming one in this perfect heated moment.
I lean over her, still pumping gently into her body. Justice’s expression is relaxed in a way I’ve never seen a woman’s. She watches me and says nothing as our bodies leisurely enjoy the lasting effects of a hard fuck.
Justice looks at the clock and then sighs. “I want to suck you.”
I can’t speak. My dick is completely running the show. If a fire broke out in the house, I’d have trouble thinking long enough to run to safety. If the choice were left to my cock, it’d let the house burn down around our fucking bodies.
My limp dick glistens with our juices as I step back and leave Justice’s body. She slides onto the ground in front of me and lovingly sucks my cock into her mouth. Groaning, I lean my head back and close my eyes. Her sucking lips own my cock as her hands cup and tease my balls. Coming too hard the first time, I’ll never find relief in her mouth, despite how good it feels. Only a solid twenty minutes fuck will bring me satisfaction.
Stroking Justice’s face, I watch her work at my cock. Licking and sucking, her lips glisten with our juices. I watch her enjoy a dab of cum on her tongue. She smiles at me, happy and relaxed.
“I need to feel your pussy,” I tell her.
“A little more first.”
Her head bobbing rhythmically against my body, she sucks me as hard and deep as she can manage. I moan her name and fist her hair. I want to fuck her throat so badly, but I’m afraid to hurt her.
I press her back enough for her to release my cock. She looks at me with a mouth shiny with pre-cum.
“Am I doing it wrong?”
“No. I need your pussy,” is all I can say before lifting her up and kneelin
g her over the bed.
I can’t wait, and my cock drives deep into her before Justice even has her balance. Holding her still, I wildly fuck her still blazing hot pussy. Justice grunts with each thrust as I grip her around the waist so she won’t fall.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say again and again while fucking her for what feel like forever and yet not long enough.
When I feel my balls tighten and ready to let go, I reach around her hips and find her clit. Justice moans as I tease it unrelentingly until she comes hard around my cock. Letting go, I empty my balls into her, thrusting like a man unhinged. The orgasm leaves us both spent, but I know I’d be ready for more if we weren’t supposed to be at a party.
“That was incredible,” Justice says as I rest against her back. “Can you stay the night?”
“Felix,” I mumble, still thrusting into her spent body.
“Oh, yeah,” she whispers. “I forget about everything else when we’re together.”
“I want you naked,” I say, pinching her hard little nipples.
“We’ve been in here for a long time.”
“Tell me you’ll be naked soon, and I’ll fuck you again.”
Justice holds my gaze. “I’ll be naked, and you’ll fuck me again soon.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise I’ll be naked, and you can fuck me until we can’t stand.”
Smiling against her cheek, I finally pull my cock out of her and steady myself.
“I’ve never been this way before.”
Justice turns around and sits on the bed. With her legs parted, I enjoy the sight of her swollen, wet pussy. I lick my lips and think of eating her out. I want to fuck her right now. I can’t seem to think of a damn thing in the world besides tasting, fucking, and owning this woman.
“It’s okay,” she says, yanking up her panties and adjusting her tits back into her bra. “We’ll be alone again soon.”
I watch her slide on her shorts, and her bra disappears behind a now buttoned shirt. Without thinking, I’m stroking my cock and working myself into another hard-on.
“I’m addicted,” I croak, feeling foolish at my inability to stop my hand from stroking. “I want to fuck you again. Right now.”