by Bijou Hunter
Justice looks at the door and then back at me. She’s unsure now. I see her non-sex brain thinking about the guests at the party and my son on the other end of the house. Her clothes are back on, and we should leave the room, yet I’m fisting my now rock hard cock.
“It’s never been like this,” I whisper, nearly apologizing for behaving so pathetically.
Justice reaches up and kisses me tenderly. “It’s okay.”
I watch her undress until she’s buck naked in front of me. She turns slowly to allow me to look at her bare flesh.
“Do you want me from behind or should I ride your cock?” she gently asks.
“Thank you,” I say when I can’t think of any other words.
Justice has me sit on the bed where she straddles me. I fuck her for another hour with her bouncing on my cock. Her tits are my playground, and I tease them until she nearly begs me to stop. Her pussy gives me the relief I need. Not once, but twice, she rides me hard and deep until I can think again.
We leave her room, and Justice wraps her arm through mine. Her cheeks are still flushed and her hair tussled, but she’s unashamed about where we’ve been for so long.
Eventually, people begin to leave. I help Journey put away the folding tables and chairs while Justice and Christine clean up the kitchen. I spot Felix with Poppy as they pick up trash from the backyard. Smiling, I can’t shake how comfortable I feel here with these people.
“If you boys want to stay over,” Christine says once we finish up and walk inside, “the couch pulls out for Felix. It’s pretty comfy, but he’ll need to endure the cats.”
Justice smiles at me, and I realize she’s spoken to her mom about this plan. Of course, I want to take them up on their offer, but I also feel like an ass for wanting Felix to agree to sleep at strangers’ house so I can hook up with my girlfriend. Except I really hate being away from Justice. She’s under my skin, but I can’t dump my crap on him. He’s a kid with enough problems. He doesn’t need to know his father is a love-struck, horny mess.
“It’s okay to say no,” I tell Felix.
“It’s okay to say just about anything,” Justice adds.
Felix hates having all of the attention on him, but he finally admits, “I’d rather stay on their couch than go home.”
“You can stay at my place. You have that option,” I say, mentally praying he doesn’t take me up on my offer.
Felix glances around at the women watching them. They take the hint and look away in unison. I gesture for Felix to follow me outside. Once we’re on the porch and I shut the door on the nosy Earlham girls, I ask him again if he wants to go home to my place.
“I like it here. Don’t you?”
“I’m crazy about Justice. I’d spend every minute of the day with her if I could, but that doesn’t mean I should make you spend the night at a stranger’s house.”
“She’s not a stranger. Poppy isn’t either. I spent hours with her today. I know her better than I know your roommates.”
“I don’t want you knowing my roommates. They’re losers.”
“I know, but Justice and Poppy aren’t.”
Grinning, I pat his shoulder. “No, they’re not.”
“I like Justice. She’s funny, and it’s relaxing here. Even when they fight, it’s like they’re playing.”
“Then we’ll stay the night.”
“Are you going to marry Justice?” Felix asks, startling me with his directness.
“We just started dating.”
“How long do you have to date to know?”
“I don’t know.”
“You never date anyone.”
“No,” I mumble, thinking about how my life must look to a kid like Felix. “Would you be okay if Justice and I got married?”
“I’d want to live with you,” he says, sounding ready to cry. “I’ve wanted to live with you for a long time.”
“I know. I’ll talk to your mom about having you stay with me during the summer.”
“She’ll say no.”
Caressing his head, I whisper, “I’ve got some ideas on how to make her say yes.”
Felix forces a smile. “I don’t care if the cats climb on me when I sleep.”
“Well, that’s good because Justice makes them sound like furry little a-holes.”
Patting him on the back, I lead him inside where the women stand in a line waiting for the answer.
“We’re bunking here tonight.”
“Yay! Our first houseguests,” Justice says, bumping Journey. “We can watch movies and eat popcorn.”
Poppy gestures for Felix to follow her and announce they’re going to play video games for a while.
“No movies?” Justice asks.
Poppy ignores her sister, but I have my hands on Justice as soon as she’s in reach. Christine and Journey work in the kitchen on the last dirty dishes while Justice only watches me.
“This is what you wanted, right?” she finally asks.
Nodding, I’m overwhelmed with my feelings this woman inspires. I want her in my bed, but she also owns my heart. What should make me feel like a million fucking bucks instead scares the shit out of me.
23 Black Sheep
Court
The Earlham house falls silent just after ten. Checking on Felix, I find my boy curled up under a soft purple blanket. He smiles at me and then stares at the cat butt a few inches from his face. We laugh at his view before I leave him to sleep.
Justice appears next to me, wearing a flannel nightgown I plan to get off her as soon as possible.
“Sleep well, little man,” she whispers. “If you need anything, feel free to scream, and we’ll come running.”
When Felix smiles up at her, I’m torn between wanting to stare at his relaxed expression and chase after the sexy woman beside me. Felix needs to rest, so my choice is clear.
“He’s a great kid,” she says once in her room. “I was nervous about him not liking me, but he’s a huge fan.”
Despite her words, Justice still looks anxious. I press her against me and grip her heart-shaped butt.
“I haven’t seen him this relaxed in a long damn time.”
“I don’t have a motherly way about me.”
“How can you say that when you’re so patient with Poppy?”
Justice narrows her eyes at me and reaches around to grab my butt.
“Watch yourself, young man. I’d hate to revoke your permission to my vaginal area.”
“You say the words,” I whisper, nipping at her bottom lip, “but I know you’ll bend over if I snap my fingers.”
Justice squirms loose. “Just for that, I’m putting on extra underwear tonight.”
Reaching for her nightgown, I lift up the fabric and enjoy the sight of her bare ass.
“Fuck me,” I murmur.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Justice puts up quite a fight to stay in her nightgown, but I manage to yank it off while simultaneously freeing my dick from my jeans.
“I said no,” she insists, leaning back on the bed and spreading her legs. “I said you can’t have any.”
“Uh-huh.”
I slide my index and middle fingers between her wet slit.
“I care about you,” she says, and her tone startles me from my fun.
“What?”
“It’s not just this,” she says, motioning to my face and body. “I like you as a person.”
“I know.”
“Do you? Sometimes, I forget to show that kind of stuff. I joke around and talk so much, but I don’t say what needs to be said.”
“I like you too,” I whisper, leaning down and tenderly pressing my lips to hers. “You’re everything I never knew I needed.”
Justice frowns at my words, but I can’t explain. With her pussy sucking at my fingers, my brain is barely functioning.
“I see you,” I say when she won’t stop frowning. “I can’t look away, and I see everything you are.”
Smiling, Justice
relaxes, and her body reacts to my fingers sliding inside her. Soon, she welcomes my cock into her body. I fuck her vigorously until we’re both spent, but I still want more. Even exhausted, I can’t stop.
Justice walks around her room, explaining various pictures and objects. She really just wants to show off her naked body. More than once, she bends completely over to give me a wet, pink show. Enjoying the view, I rest on my side in bed and stroke my cock.
When Justice bends over and wiggles her ass for me, I leap off the bed and grab her around the waist. Drawn to the hot flesh, my dick easily enters her magnetic pussy. A startled Justice yelps and struggles until my free hand cups her tit. Trapped in my embrace, she sighs and holds onto the bookshelf as I pump into her welcoming body.
I have to cover Justice’s mouth when she comes. No doubt Journey still hears her sister’s groans because the TV sound goes up soon after.
Once I come inside her, I finally feel ready to stop for a bit. Justice eases onto the ground and stares at me.
“My pussy is made out of crack,” she murmurs.
“That it is,” I admit, picking her up and carrying her sweaty body to the bed. “You’ve turned me into a sex addict.”
“I’m truly sorry, but as a virgin, I really didn’t think to post a warning label on my pussy.”
Grinning against her cheek, I snuggle closer in bed. The TV flashes in the now dark room, playing a show neither of us watches. We only watch each other.
Justice yawns more than once before her eyes shut and she’s asleep.
I watch her for hours, unable to rest. I’ve never felt more alive than right now in this place with this incredible woman. She’s so full of energy, and I can’t let her go, even though I have nothing to offer in return. Justice needs someone special, and I’ve never been that guy.
“We should check on Felix,” she suddenly says around three am.
“You scared the crap out of me.”
Justice blinks a few times, and I realize she’s only partially awake. She climbs out of bed and searches for her nightgown. Once dressed, she reaches for the doorknob.
I’m right behind her, dressed in only boxers. Justice doesn’t wait for me. She stumbles down the dark hall and into the living room where Felix sleeps with the TV playing.
His face is serene in the flickering light. Justice stares down at him for a long time and then looks at me and smiles. I know right then how I can’t let her go. No matter what happens or what’s best for her, I will never be capable of walking away from this woman.
24 Black Sheep
Justice
The bar belongs to a member of the Rawkfist Motorcycle Club named Telly Doyle. He’s a big guy with several missing teeth and a gut the size of the Grand Canyon. Telly doesn’t look like a tough guy, but I imagine he was quite the badass in his youth.
With Court busy working, I decide to go with my sisters to sample the BBQ wings Jared keeps bragging about. He claims they’re the best in the state. Christine considers joining us, but she’s too afraid to run into her ex and decides to remain home with the pets.
The minute we step into the bar, Telly is at our side. “The kid can stay but no booze. If the cops show up, get scarce. Do we understand each other?”
“Chill,” Journey tells him. “We’re here for the food, not to drink or cause trouble.”
“I know, but the cops like to cite people at the end of the month to hit their ticket quotas. I don’t want you getting me in trouble.”
“I have a fake ID if necessary,” Poppy says. “Three of them in fact.”
Telly frowns down at her, but she only stares at him with giant, crazy eyes. As a man in the bar business, he’s probably met more than a few unstable women and realizes he best walk away before Poppy does something unhinged.
“The crazy thing always works,” she says once he walks away and we are seated in the back.
“The exit is right there,” says the waitress.
Poppy unleashes her wild eyes until Journey tells her to knock if off.
“Okay, Mom,” Poppy mutters. “Or should I call you dictator?”
Journey sighs. “One day, I’m going to smother you in your sleep, and no one will care. That makes me sad.”
“If it makes you feel any better, my death makes me sad too.”
Ignoring their conversation, I read the menu and miss my man.
“Court loves wings,” I murmur. “He likes spicy stuff.”
“Has he eaten you out?” Poppy asks.
“Barf!” I cry, taking a swipe at her across the table. “Why are you so gross?”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
“One day, you’ll have a boyfriend… Well, more like you’ll find a victim. When that day comes, I plan to torment you.”
“I’m curious. Why are you so sensitive?” Poppy asks as if she genuinely cares.
“Court is special.”
“How so?”
“He’s mine.”
“Oh, well, there’s that.”
“Court’s had a tough life, and I want to treat him nice. He deserves good things.”
My sisters smile in unison, and I appreciate them not giggling at my feeling.
“If he treats you well, that’s all I care about,” Journey says like she’s my mom.
“Are you ovulating?” I ask. “You’ve got the weird maternal vibe again.”
“I wouldn’t mind having a kid sometime soon. Maybe I’ll come to a place like this one and pick up a half decent sperm donor and make you a niece or nephew.”
“Half decent?” Poppy says. “Way to live the dream there, doll face.”
“We make due with what we have. In a perfect world, would you be friends with your lame friends?”
Poppy shrugs. “I happen to enjoy hanging out with Four-Eyes, Cowlick, and Chubs. They appreciate my quirks and don’t ask too many questions.”
“What if you could hang out with girls more like you?”
“No one is like me.”
Journey and I share a nod and then focus on ordering wings. I wouldn’t say they were the best I’ve eaten. Nothing tastes as good as the BBQ I enjoyed on my first dates with Court. He makes everything better. I don’t share this thought out loud because I know it’ll sound lame. True but hopelessly lame.
I’m fully daydreaming of Court during a restroom break. Fantasizing about his smile while I wash my hands. Imagining him naked as I walk past the bar toward my sisters. So focused on my sweet, handsome Court, I don’t notice the chick step in front of me and toss her drink until the splash of booze hits my face.
“What the queef?” I cry, wiping the drink from my eyes. Based on the smell, she’s thrown the cheapest liquor available.
The woman before me is pretty in a cheap slut way. If I was a guy in a bar at the end of the night and wanted to stick my big dick – I always have a big dick in my fantasies – in a hot hole, I’d nail this chick. I don’t share this compliment with the bitch, though.
“What is your problem?”
“Becca, watch yourself,” Tells says from nearby. “That’s Jared’s daughter.”
“This skank thinks she can play mommy with my kid.”
“Oh, you’re Becca?” I say, wiping my damp bangs from my face. “I thought you’d be hotter. You know, because of Court’s super sexiness.”
“I heard you have a big mouth. I think it’s time someone taught you to shut it.”
Becca shoves me, and I fall against the bar. The place instantly goes quiet. The hive mind around me knows shit is getting serious. I think I know it too, but I’ve never encountered a bitch like Becca before.
“You’re not seriously looking to brawl?”
“Brawl?” she laughs, cracking her knuckles. “I’m going to fuck up your pretty face.”
Becca has two friends who share her worn down whore appearance. I wonder if their looks went in the can from all the fighting. Will they punch me hard enough to make me look like them?
“I’m not sur
e what you want,” I stammer, looking around for Journey and Poppy.
“I already told you.”
“Oh, sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”
Becca takes a swing at me, and I actually duck it. My sense of accomplishment doesn’t last long before her left-hand slaps me upside the head.
I stumble away from her while her friends laugh.
“I think she’s gonna cry, Becca!” the redhead screams.
My gaze begs Telly for a little assistance, but he only puts up his hands. “Bar rules say no one intervenes in a fight.”
“Yeah,” Becca sneers. “That means if you get the upper hand with me, my girls can’t jump in and save my ass.”
They laugh at the thought of me winning. If I were on their side, I’d laugh too. Standing with my fists up, I don’t know what to do.
“Go Cobra Kai and sweep the leg!” Poppy yells from behind me.
I glance back to see my sisters standing in the crowd of onlookers. They’re amused at the sight of me in the fight. I can’t help smiling at the Karate Kid reference. In fact, kicking Becca will work better than using the non-existent strength from my puny arms.
Before I have a chance to make my move, Becca’s fist nails me in the jaw. I don’t even stagger before falling. No, I collapse onto my ass in a big, hard thump.
“Bitch,” Journey growls, stepping behind me.
“No jumping in!” Becca’s blonde friend yells at my sister. “It’s the bar rules.”
Journey kneels down to look at me. “You’re bleeding.”
“I think she hit me,” I say as my head swims. “I suspect I’m more of a lover than a fighter.”
Journey doesn’t smile. She stands up and glares at Becca.
“Back off!” Journey demands in her angry butch voice.
“You back off. This fight is between me and the skank. It’s not my fault she can’t fight for shit.”
Journey helps me stand. Knowing everyone is watching us, I guess I should feel ashamed to fight so badly. Except how many modern women get into brawls anymore?
“You’re done,” Journey tells Becca.
A weird thing happens next. Becca doesn’t listen to Journey’s warning. That part isn’t so strange, but her surprise when Journey punches her square in the nose is pretty odd. My sister is pretty obviously pissed. Did the worn down slut-bag miss the flaring nostrils and flexing fists?