by CY Jones
4
It takes one to know one
My brother and Paige came back blissfully happy some time Monday morning, making me want to gag at their show of affection. Being away for a two day honeymoon was not long enough for them to keep their hands off each other. I should have expected this. They are in the honeymoon phase, after all. Hopefully, soon, they’ll stop acting like two wolves in heat during mating season. I’ve never seen my brother so lovey-dovey before. In fact, I’m still not convinced he hasn’t been taken away by aliens and this affectionate Harrison is nothing but a pod person with a high sex drive sent here to knock up our females in order to repopulate the aliens’ dying planet. Those two fuck like rabbits and I have this whole story made up. The Harrison clone’s name is King Bill who nobly volunteered to save his people and planet from dying by going to Earth and mating the humans, a race inferior to his own. I know, good, right? I should quit my job and become an author.
By the following afternoon, I had had enough of hearing my brother’s name being shouted from the rooftops, so I left to spend another day at Chaz’s salon, but this time not as a client but his assistant. I didn’t touch anyone’s hair. Lord knows I’m not qualified for that, I did however sweep a lot of it into the path of the fancy central vac, with help from the smaller robo bots. You gotta love technology. I also did some online shopping and browsed real estate websites for apartments in New York. Of course, anything decent is crazy expensive, one of the pitfalls of living in New York. Thanks to Harrison, I have a trust fund and I make a nice income working, but I’m not bringing home nowhere near the same bank as The Turd. Even though our lavish two-bedroom apartment is in both our names, he’s the one who bought it.
After Chaz locked up the shop, he treated me to dinner and here we are, talking like old friends. I've said it before, but being around Chaz is easy. He’s so damn likable. In one meal, I’ve learned his life story. Not only is he hot, but he’s rich too. Like megabucks, old-money rich. I would never have guessed that by being around him since he’s so down-to-earth. Sure, he drives an expensive car and dresses nicely, but he works hard and isn’t a snob. People as rich as him seem to have a pole shoved up their asses and act like their shit doesn't stink. Like The Turd’s father, whose dollars in the bank is nowhere close to Chaz’s. I also learned he isn’t close to his family. I wasn’t surprised when he told me they didn’t support him being gay and immediately cut him off when he came out the closet in highschool. Not like it did any good. In the end he still got his inheritance from his maternal grandparents. Since then, he’s been kicking ass and taking names while putting his own stamp on the world, all without looking back once. He is who he is and won’t hesitate to tell everyone who has a problem with that to fuck off, I’m going to do what I want. Chaz is a role model I wouldn’t mind worshiping.
He’s a total flirt and a manwhore. He’s single, having gone through a bad breakup himself, so who am I to judge his bed-hopping?
“Brooklyn, is that you?” a familiar voice asks and I wish I still had my menu, so I can hide behind it. No way is he here. I must be hearing things besides the four voices that speak to me daily in my head, but when I look up, my eyes clash with a blazing green gaze that traps me in its passion-filled depths.
“Ah, Justin, fancy meeting you here. Hot date?” Chaz drawls.
“No, I had a business meeting. We just wrapped up,” he answers, but even though he’s speaking to Chaz, he keeps his gaze focused on me. I’m mush. A puddle created by the heat in his eyes. Who needs the sun when the jewels in his sockets can produce just as much heat, maybe more.
“You two are making me sweat,” Chaz says, fanning himself. “The sexy vibes you are emitting in the atmosphere are making me want to find a hot guy and have my way with him. Justin, why don’t you do both yourselves a favor and give Brooklyn a ride home and get whatever this is out of your systems while I go find a warm bed to fall in?”
“What? I’m not ditching you,” I say finally, shaking myself from Justin’s spell.
“Sugar buns, I don’t mind.”
“Sugar buns?” I wrinkle my nose at the nickname.
“Well, you were right. You’re no Betty, so I’m switching it up. Consider yourself lucky as I never change a nickname after giving one out. Anyways,” he sings. “Go with Hot Topic over there and make sure to call and share all the juicy deets with me later.” He winks before tossing more money than needed to cover our meal on the table, leaving a generous tip for our waitress. Leaning into me, he kisses my cheek and walks off. “Make sure to do everything I would do,” he calls over his shoulder before disappearing into a crowd of people.
“Well, I guess you’re my ride home… I mean… if you want to, of course. If not, I can always call a cab or Uber,” I say unsure.
“No, I can take you back… I mean, if you want me to?” he asks, just as unsure.
I can’t help it; I laugh. A full out, folding over, holding my middle, loud as fuck laugh, which makes everyone in this fancy restaurant look over at me like I’m a loon. “I’m sorry,” I say, wiping the tears from my eyes, gasping for breath.
“Can I ask what’s so funny?” he questions. Anyone else would be uncomfortable with me making such a scene. The Turd certainly would have been, but not Justin. He’s standing here, looking like a Greek god, waiting patiently for my answer as I try to pull myself together.
“It’s just that we’ve seen each other naked. Done a lot of freaky shit to each other’s bodies and here we are, acting like a couple of nervous teenagers on their first date.” He smiles at my reply and I want to fall into it, face first.
“Yeah, you’re right. We’re both being ridiculous. If you’re ready to go, I can take you home now.”
“I kinda don’t want to go back to my brother’s. Do you mind if I stay at your place?” A look of hurt crosses his face, but he blinks it away quickly. It doesn’t take a genius as of why I don’t want to be around my brother and Paige right now. I’m sure he’s heard they’re back.
“Sure, let's go,” he replies, offering to take my hand and I slip it in his, loving the warmth emitting off his soft skin. His palms aren’t rough like my brother’s, who does a lot of manual labor with his hands as a contractor for work. He mentioned he just left a business meeting, and he’s always sharply dressed, so if I had to guess I’d say he works in corporate.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what kind of work do you do?” I ask once we’re on the road driving toward his place.
“I’m a real estate broker, and you?”
“I’m an investigative journalist.” I wait for him to ask if I’m on TV or something else people assume females in this field do, but he surprises me when he doesn’t. He even looks genuinely interested.
“Wow! That’s impressive and dangerous, depending on the story. I’m sure it’s a thrill going to work every day.”
“It can be,” I reply, shocked.
“What?” he asks, catching the look on my face.
“I’m just surprised. I was waiting for you to ask me if I’m on TV and which celebrities I’ve interviewed.”
“Why would you think that?” he frowns and it makes me want to climb onto his lap and kiss him.
“Pull over,” I growl. At first, he looks over at me like I’ve lost my mind, but whatever he sees in my eyes has him doing just as I asked, and he pulls into an empty parking lot. As soon as he puts on the brake, I undo my seatbelt with hurried motions and practically jump him, hitting my head on the roof of his car in the process. But I could care less as I grind into his body and kiss him like I’ve just finished running a marathon and he’s a cool bottle of water at the end of the race. I consume him, like a meal and he battles me back, moaning in my open mouth.
I hear a sound and then feel his seat shift backwards, giving us more room. I reach down to undo his belt, pushing his tailored slacks down far enough to uncover my prize. I’m so fucking glad I decided to wear a sundress today and I push my panties aside befor
e slamming myself down on his hard cock. I’m beyond wet. Gushing even. His growl is animalistic. His hands rough as he grips my body and pulls my spaghetti straps down, unhooking my bra like a professional, and setting my tits free before tossing it behind him. I nearly cry hallelujah when he starts to devour my tits, alternating between them. Nipping at one nipple for a bit of pain before suckling it in a sweet caress then repeating the actions with my other nipple, leaving my head spinning. With my breasts in his mouth, I ride his cock like he’s a bronco and I’m the professional out to tame him.
Sweat drips down my body, my moans fill the car. I should care about getting caught, public exposure is a crime, but fuck it Nancy said go for it and damn it, I’m listening to her.
“Shit, siren, you’re the fucking devil. I’ve tried to forget about you, but you’ve been the constant on my mind like a catchy song. I can’t tell you how many times I‘ve jerked off thinking about you and this hot body.”
“Siren, devil, those are two mythical creatures. You’re going to have to pick one,” I manage to get out as I bounce on his lap like a bunny who got its paws on a sugar cube.
“I haven’t decided yet. Give me time, I’m sure I will,” he replies, switching breasts. His hand tweaks the one that was in his mouth and I groan, switching up my pace. We need to wrap this up, but I’m not ready to cum yet, and his sexual talents are going to have me exploding all over him.
I want to hold out, but he has other plans when he works his hips faster, and thrusts into me deeper. He groans, his gruff voice hoarse from pleasure is the accelerant and no matter how hard I try to prevent it, I cum all over his dick, arching my back with my head tilted back on the steering wheel. Moving my hands to his thighs, I grip them for dear life while he pounds into my body. With a roar, he empties himself deep inside me, his face buried between my breasts.
“We still have a ten minute drive. Do you think you can hold on until we get to the house?” he asks as he tries to calm his breathing.
“I think I can manage.” He nods and I go back to my seat, buckling myself in. As I pull the straps of my dress back on, I can feel his cum leak out of me, soaking my panties, and onto his expensive leather seats. He’ll need to get his car professionally cleaned, but fuck, am I ever turned on. Gladis, sex kitten Shelly, and fuck it Nancy are all waging a war inside me to jump back on that pony and see if the man can fuck and drive at the same time, injuries be damned.
By the time we get to his house, I’m ready to explode. I’m feral, completely taken over by Shelly as she prowls back and forth in the corner of my mind like a caged tiger waiting to make its escape. We’re barely through the door when he turns on me with a feral wrath to match my own and lifts me by my waist, throwing me into the nearest wall. My back hits with a hollow thud that echoes through my body, the vibrations fueling my need, making my center throb, and in response I wrap my legs around his waist, locking them behind him. Using one hand, he frees himself and thrusts into me all the way to the hilt without warning. I scream his name and he growls his approval, which I devour with my lips.
We battle with our tongues, each seeing who can take it further. And we battle it out with our hips as I meet each of his thrusts with my own. I take and give, he takes and gives until we’re both lost to the pleasure. I don’t care when he rips the straps on my dress to free my breasts or when his teeth mark my body. All I care about is this crazy frenzy we’re in and how to make it last forever. His hand reaches for me and wraps around my neck and squeezes, not too much to be abusive, but enough to propel me to the edge and set me off. When I cum this time, I see stars behind my eyes, nearly blacking out. Satisfied he won this round, he increases his movements until I can feel him swelling inside me. He’s close, so close, but amazingly, he holds on.
“Tonight is my night, siren. I’m going to brand you with my dick, carve my name on your g-spot. Fuck and devour you. Paint you with my seed and ruin you. After tonight, I will be the only man you’ll ever want to fuck this tight pussy of yours. And after I’ve had my fill, completed what I’ve set out to do, I’ll let you go and I’ll wait.”
My eyes are huge, blown wide open like I’m on drugs as I run his words over in my head. My mind and body scream yes while my heart screams no. It’s that organ that knows Justin the Greek god has the power to destroy me, to make me fall head over heels in love. He gets me like no one else has. He is the only one who can tame me. Satisfy me. Own me.
“Wait for what?” I ask in a hoarse voice, holding in another orgasm.
“For you to come back, crawling to me on your hands and knees, begging me to give you what you have been searching for but never found, until you met me.” He sounds cocky. Believing wholeheartedly in his words. This conclusion he’s conjured up while fucking me into oblivion. He’s piqued my curiosity. Whatever life I’m on is forgotten and I’ll gladly trade it in for his answer to what he thinks I have been in search for.
“And what is that?” I question.
“Someone who can tame those bitches inside your head and sate your thirst. Your addiction. You’re a sex addict, Brooklyn, and I should know. It takes one to know one.” With those damning words, he pulls out and watches me slide to the floor. With his dick in hand, he tugs on it in a punishing hold. Rough with himself the way he was rough with me. Tilting his head back, he cums with a roar all over my tits.
Holy moly. I’m-in-love.
How many times can you fuck in one night? I don’t know. I lost track. It shouldn’t be humanly possible for any mere mortal to get hard and cum as many times as Justin did, but maybe he’s a pod person just like my brother. That alien race sent the right two to repopulate their world. Too bad for them I’m on the shot, but that doesn’t stop Justin from trying.
When he did allow me to rest, his words kept ping-ponging back and forth in my head, keeping me up when I should have been sleeping. 'You’re a sex addict. It takes one to know one.' Was he admitting to me that he’s an addict? Was that the real reason why he cheated on Paige? Is he right? Am I addicted to sex? I’ve always known I had a fairly high sex drive, but I always chalked it up to having so many personalities. And yes, maybe sex is on my brain a lot, but to be addicted to it? I’m unsure of his reasoning, but I can’t deny what he said was hot as fuck and the way he delivered it, even hotter. I can’t deny that even though I’m swollen and sore down under, I still want to climb aboard his ship and ride it 'til we wreck. He calls me siren, but he’s the pirate steering the ship. Jack Sparrow out to steal the golden treasure of my heart. He’s in control, and for once, I don’t mind.
Being with Justin isn’t just about sex. He’s so damn considerate, it’s almost irritating. When he noticed that I couldn’t sleep, he held me close to his body and talked to me about anything I wanted. I told him about The Turd and what he did to me. Why I ran here and why my relationship is so damn complicated. How I feared going back to New York because when I do, the shaky veil of tranquillity I’ve constructed will crumble and fall and reality will take its place, demanding my attention like a spoiled child. We talked and we talked. He told me about Paige and how everything really went down, not leaving out a single detail. Even though his case is more severe than mine, we’re both broken people. How can we possibly glue someone else back together when our own hearts are shattered at our feet? When the early morning rays start to peak through the dark clouds, that’s when I finally shut my eyes and, with what I’ve learned weighing heavily on my mind, I finally sleep.
An annoying beeping sound wakes me. What the hell is that and why is it interrupting my sleep? “I sentence you to death, you foul sound. Off with your head,” I grumble in my queenly voice.
Beside me is the sound of a deep chuckle and then movement, but I don’t acknowledge either, instead preferring to close my eyes and surrender to the darkness once again. My name being called wakes me and I crack one eye open and then the other to an orgasmic sight. Let me tell you, a man freshly shaven in a perfectly tailored suit is just as pornrific
as a naked one. It makes you drool for what’s underneath. A present to be unwrapped. “Happy birthday to us,” Sex Kitten Shelly cheers.
“I have to go to work. I would call off, but I have a big client coming into the office today. Stay, please, and I’ll reward you when I get home.”
“Sure… no problem, bring chocolate," I mumble, my speech slurred from sleepiness and he chuckles before lightly kissing my lips. Before he can pull back, I lick his lips like I’ve been wanting to do since I met the man. “I licked you, you’re mine,” I explain before my eyes shut and I’m fast asleep.
I sleep like the dead until three in the afternoon. When I do decide to join the land of the living, it takes a couple of tries to get out the bed. Everything fucking hurts. I’m so damn sore every-fucking-where, but last night was so worth the soreness. Proudly, I hobble into Justin’s huge bathroom and run the water in the deep tub. Sitting on the lip, I look around loving the decor. It screams man but is still tastefully done in a dark color palette contracting with the white tiled walls. On the wall, in front of the floating, all-black double vanity with gold fixtures is a stark white herringbone pattern tile wall. The white reminds me of the kitchen island I drew on back home, but no way in hell would I markup this perfection. The tile on the floor is just as beautiful. Tiny black and white tiles arranged in a breathtaking pattern. The custom tub is all black and deep with gold fixtures and next to it is the biggest all-glass shower I have ever seen, with three golden raindrop showerheads. This bathroom screamed luxury and fine bathing. Perfect for my current needs. I almost have a mini orgasm when I sink my body into the warm steamy water. After sprinkling some scented bath salts in, I throw my arms over the sides, lean back resting my head with my eyes closed, and take a deep breath as I enjoy basking in the luxury. When Justin comes home that’s exactly how he finds me.