by Jordan Marie
“Petal—”
“I’m serious, Luka. They don’t want me there anyway—especially your dad. The only reason they included me on the invite is that it would look bad if they didn’t. It’s a big, fancy party and your father is going to have people there about his campaign for mayor. The last thing he needs is his fat daughter-in-law that he hates there to embarrass him further.”
“You’re not fat, Petal. You’re pregnant. My father will be on his best behavior tonight. Let’s just go and try and have a good time. Please, don’t make things more difficult. You’ve done enough. For once, just try to make things easier for me,” I tell her, feeling like an ass, but too worn out to keep arguing about the same things. Every day that goes by, Petal seems to get more and more miserable, and I can’t seem to work past my resentment to try and make it better. I wish we could just… start over, because everything just seems wrong right now…
Present:
I’m trying to keep my mind on the fact that my cock is hanging out in the air while my ex-brother-in-law is sitting not ten feet away from me. This wasn’t how I planned my evening. Then again, I sure as hell wouldn’t change any of it either. I still can feel the way the muscles of Petal’s pussy clenched against my fingers. I want more, and I don’t know what this means, but I know I’m not going to give it up easily. Sadly, she seems to have changed her mind about sucking me. I thought her courage might falter when she heard her brother’s voice. Petal was never really daring when it came to sex in the first place.
I clear my throat, trying to figure out a way to reach down and pull my pants back in place and button them without making it obvious.
“Nah. I’m about to leave,” I tell Blue—and the word “leave” ends with a squeak because it’s that moment when I feel Petal’s tongue slide against my balls.
“You alright?” Blue asks, and motherfucker if his car door doesn’t open. Shit! I need to get rid of him.
“Yeah. Told you I’m fine.” I reach down to pull away from Petal. I need to get my pants up before Blue decides to walk over here. My hands grab the waistband of my jeans and, like some kind of idiot, I paste a fucking fake smile on my face and look at Blue while pulling on my clothes. I get them to the top of my hips when Petal’s teeth sink into my hand. “Motherfucker!” I growl out without thinking.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Blue asks.
I start to panic because I hear gravel crunching under his feet. He’s walking around his car.
“A mosquito bit me,” I mutter, bringing my hand up. “Damn pests. I’ll make sure to smack its ass when I catch it again.”
“Smack its ass? Luka, are you sure you’re okay, buddy? It was hot today, maybe you’ve been out in the sun too much.”
“Yeah. Smack. Its. Ass,” I repeat, slowly casting my gaze down to Petal. She’s looking up at me… and she’s grinning. She’s sitting on the ground like she doesn’t have a care in the world and is close to laughing. Her brother could discover us like this at any moment, and unless I’m reading her wrong, I don’t think she gives a damn. In that moment, it feels like a string has been untied around my heart. There’s a pressure—a restriction—gone from it, and it beats harder, freer… happier. I don’t think; I just smile down at her, too, my hand sifting gently through her hair. We stare at each other like that. I’m not sure how long. A moment, maybe two. It would have been much longer if Blue hadn’t cleared his throat, bringing my attention back to him. Now he’s standing across from my car, leaning on the driver’s side door and staring at me over the top of it.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to take a piss in private, okay?” I mumble, wishing he would leave—especially when Petal picks that moment to press her face against my cock, nuzzling me. Her hands move to my ass, clawing into the cheeks as she pulls me tighter against her. I really expected her to stop our game by now. I brace myself on the roof of the car and try to ignore what Petal is doing and pay attention to Blue… which is not fucking easy.
“Christ. I’ve never seen a man smile at his dick the way you just did while pissing.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve done it. Got a lot stored up,” I mumble, telling the fucking truth, not that he or Petal would understand.
“Damn, Mason County can’t be keeping you that busy.”
I fight down the urge to groan as Petal’s tongue flattens against the bottom of my cock and licks slowly from the base all the way to the tip.
“It’s keeping me pretty occupied,” I assure him, my voice dropping down a notch. My eyes almost close as her tongue curls into the opening on my tip. I can literally feel her take my pre-cum into her mouth. In reaction, my balls tighten. A vision of me jerking off on her face and bathing her in my cum flashes through my mind, and it’s all I can do not to take control—and do exactly that.
“I can see that. Hey, I was wondering if I could ask a favor?”
Fucking hell, if he would ask whatever it is and then leave, I’d agree to anything right now.
Petal chooses that moment to slide down on my hard cock, not stopping until I’m completely lodged in her mouth, the head against the back of her throat. I can feel her throat muscles working against my shaft, flexing against them, squeezing until I know she’s taken me as far as possible. Her nose pushes against my groin. Her fingers have dug into my ass cheeks so harshly that I know I could see imprints of them if I were to look.
“Luka?” Blue prompts me.
“Ask away,” I tell him, my voice strained, my balls so fucking tight, I know it wouldn’t take much and I would be pouring my cum down his sister’s throat and not giving a fuck that he was standing there.
“I was wondering if I could get you to check out that new club they set up on the outskirts of town. The Shambles?”
“Oh fuck!” I growl out as Petal slides up and down on my cock, pumping it with her mouth. When her hand palms my balls, massaging them while she sucks me, I know I’m a goner. There’s no way I can last now.
“Hey. It’s not like I ask you for a lot of favors, but I need you to do this for me. I met a girl the other day while I was out of town. She says she’s going to be moving here and working at this place. I swear, Luka, I don’t think she’s old enough to work at a bar.”
“She has to be, or they wouldn’t hire her,” I rumble out, chancing a look down when the cool night air hits my heated dick. Petal flattens her tongue out again and looks up at me. Thanks to the pale light from Blue’s headlights and the streetlight a few feet away from me, I’m able to see her gather pre-cum on the tip of her tongue. I can’t look away as she follows the drop all the way up the rigid vein on my shaft onto the head.
“Still. Just to be sure, Luka. Will you check it out for me?”
Blue rarely talks. It pisses me off that he would pick tonight to become a Chatty Cathy. I’m doing the best I can to stay on top of the conversation when what I really want to do is get on top of his sister and fuck her until she’s screaming out my name, my balls are empty, and neither one of us can walk for a damned week.
“Oh, motherfucker! Don’t do this to me!” I all but cry when I look back down to see Petal has her breasts out. She’s rubbing the tip of my cock onto one of her nipples and covering it in my fucking pre-cum.
“It won’t take you ten minutes, man. Wouldn’t you like to know if the place is hiring underage women to dance?”
I really lose all track of the conversation at this point because I watch as Petal brings one of her breasts up to her mouth and licks the nipple before sucking it into her mouth.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, because this Petal is completely different from my wife. This Petal is every fucking wet dream I’ve ever had—personified.
“That’s what I thought. You could go down there just to look around. You don’t have to go as the sheriff,” Blue responds.
God, why won’t he leave already?
Petal lets go of her breast and uses her hand to stroke me. She holds me firmly a
nd jacks me in one slow, strong stroke that makes me want to beg her to go faster—or put my hand over hers so that we can stroke my cock together. That’s when I watch as she brings her other hand from around me. I instantly miss the way she was holding onto my ass, but that thought flies out of my head when she sucks on one of her fingers. She does it while giving my cock another stroke.
Does she think she can fucking tease me? I should teach her a lesson and ram my cock in that mouth. That’d teach her to tease me.
“Lo’,” I growl warningly, feeling like a fucking tiger that’s pacing his cage.
“What?” Blue asks, and it takes me a minute to remember what the hell he said.
“I said that’d be kind of low. I’d rather just go down and tell them I’ve had complaints,” I mutter, and I can feel Petal’s wet fingers slide against the underside of my balls. Christ. I really can’t take much more.
“That’s fine. Hell. I’ll even come down and sign out a damned complaint. The last thing this town needs is trouble, and that girl shouldn’t move here especially for a job like that,” Blue says. I’d like to answer him, but speech is beyond me at the moment. I have my woman’s fingers moving over the backside of my balls, her hand jacking me off, and her breasts moving gently with each movement, her nipples hard and erect in the night air. I’m going to come all over her face and watch as my jizz drips down onto those nipples.
“I don’t need a complaint signed,” I breathe out, praying I last a few more minutes until Blue decides to get in his fucking truck and leave.
“Does that mean you’re going to go check it out? Or do I need to go down there?”
Blue keeps talking, but I don’t know a man alive that could endure what I’m going through and follow every little thing he says. My body tenses up when I feel Petal’s finger snake against the opening of my ass and press against it.
What the ever loving fuck?
She can’t be thinking. Even as the thought comes to me, I feel her pushing harder against my ass, her finger entering.
Petal and I never played much before. Sex was always good, but Petal was shy in bed, and it took a lot to get her to lose herself in the moment. Don’t get me wrong; it was better with her than I ever remember it being with anyone else. And fuck, after one taste of her, my dick didn’t want another woman. I didn’t want another woman.
I still don’t.
I’d give her just about anything, but as much as I’m okay with playing with her…
“No,” I mutter, my body tensing up. “There’s no going there,” I growl. She wants ass play, she can have my dick in her ass, my fingers in her ass, even my tongue in her ass—but, here’s where I’ll draw a hard line in the sand. There will be absolutely nothing going in my ass.
I look down at Petal, and she’s looking up at me with her lip sticking out, her eyes big and round. She’s pouting, and it’s a fucking good look on her. It’ll look better when she’s covered in my cum.
“Luka—” Blue begins, but I cut him off. I’ve hit my limit. I’ve never been a fucking saint, and I’m not about to start now.
“Leave, Blue.”
“What the hell has—”
“Either leave, or you can stand there while I fuck your sister and make her sorry for teasing me. Your choice, but you’re running out of time,” I growl, completely gone.
Petal lets out a soft gasp that makes my dick jerk in her hand.
“Yeah, I think I’ll pass on that. Watch the gravel on your knees, Lotus Petal. See you later,” Blue calls, turning immediately and going to his truck.
“Bye, Blue,” she whispers back, but her eyes never leave mine. Once his truck is gone, Petal starts to stand up.
“No. You sit right there and don’t move, Lo’,” I growl.
Her body locks in place. I move my hand to the base of my cock and begin stroking the fucker hard.
“What are you doing?” she asks, confused.
My hand slides up and down my shaft easily, a combination of the wetness from the way she sucked my cock down and the pre-cum that is practically running down the head. There’s no way I can last long enough to get inside of her, not this time. She has me too far gone. I’ll make her pay for that… later.
“I’m going to come all over those pretty little lips of yours… and those tits.”
“Luka,” Petal gasps. I’ve never talked to her like this before. Sex with us has been more sweet than anything. She’s rattled the beast inside of me, though, and I’ve been a fucking long time without a woman—without my woman. Still, I can try and hold back—if she’s not happy.
“If you don’t want this, you better tell me now, Lo’.” In response, she does something my wife would have never done: she holds her breasts up and leans toward my cock. “Lo?” I question, praying inside that it means what I think it does—yet, needing the words.
“Come for me, Luka. Come on me,” she whispers like a fucking siren leading me into deep water.
I jerk my cock again, moving my hand up and down. I can feel my balls expand and heat begin to spread up my back. Fuck yeah, I’m going to come on her. I stroke myself once, twice, and on the third stroke, a large strand of white cum splashes out and lands on her mouth. Her tongue instantly comes out to take some of it inside. I follow it up with another stream of cum, then another, and still yet another. I come all over her mouth and face. It goes in her hair and runs down her neck. And even when I’m finished, I keep jerking my cock, mesmerized by the way my woman is covered in my cum, at the way she’s rubbing it into her breasts and still licking it from her lips.
I feel like I’ve somehow slipped into an alternate universe. In this world, every dream and fantasy I’ve ever had is coming true. In this world, Petal is finally mine again. In this world, life is perfect.
God help me, I never want to leave.
19
Petal
“Are you okay?” Luka asks. I don’t know how to answer him. I’m anything but okay. The party was a disaster. I knew it would be; it was only one of the reasons I tried to get Luka to keep me home. Still, even I couldn’t have guessed how epically wrong things went. “Petal, you can’t just not talk to me.”
“I don’t know what you expect me to say.” I whisper.
I have my eyes glued on the steering wheel of Luka’s truck. His hands are clenched so tight against it that his knuckles are white in color. The entire cab of the truck radiates with anger. I can’t be sure if it’s directed at me or his father. I have a feeling the majority of it is at me. It’s not that I expected him to take my side—not really. I just hoped. I seem to do a lot of hoping around Luka.
“I expect you to answer the question. Are you okay?”
“The baby’s fine,” I tell him, avoiding the question as best as I can.
Tonight at the party when his father cornered me in the study, I was scared. No. That’s not right. The truth was that I was terrified, even if I didn’t know why.
I soon found out, though. My stomach churns as I remember the vile things he said to me under his breath, all while posing for pictures with a smile on his face.
“You make him worse, you know.” Luka’s words cut at what little self-confidence I have left. He’s blaming me. Of course he has no idea the horrible things his father says to me, about me… about my mother. I start to tell him, but would it really make that much of a difference? I’m scared that if I do tell him, he’d still blame me, and that would kill me. I hate that I’m not brave enough to try.
“You would think that,” I whisper, turning my head to look out the window instead.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, Luka. It means nothing.”
“Petal, you screamed at him in front of the press, and then you slapped him. He shouldn’t have grabbed you, but—”
“Don’t you dare defend him to me, Luka, and don’t you make excuses for him. He’s an asshole, and I should have shoved my foot up his ass!” Anger hits me and pushes me past the shock
now.
“God, now you’re starting to sound like your mother.”
“There are worse things, Luka,” I whisper, laying my head against the seat.
“I don’t know what it could be.”
We ride back to the house in silence. It’s just as well. If I said anything, it would be to tell him that he sounds just like his father, and that’s much, much worse. In fact, it’s downright heartbreaking.
I rub my stomach wondering for the millionth time if my mother was right. Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten married. How can this atmosphere be healthy for a child? As I look at the tense figure of my husband and the way he’s still clutching the steering wheel, I sigh.
It’s not even healthy for the adults.
Present:
“You’re being awfully quiet, Petal,” Luka notes when we get back in the car. The atmosphere around us has changed, and I’m doing my best to shake off my nerves. The problem is that what we just did—as wonderful as it was—changes things. I’m not sure exactly what all it changes, but the ramifications could be huge, especially if you take into consideration that Blue knows. With my family, once one member knows, they all will. It will just be a matter of time.
I moisten my lips and take a deep breath. “Tonight kind of… escalated.”
“Are you having regrets?” he asks.
I chance a look at him. He’s staring straight ahead, eyes on the road. His profile is giving nothing away, and I’m not sure how to answer him. There’s a lot of things I could say, but none of them feel right. I decided to give him the truth—the part I can without totally exposing my heart.
“Not about what we did. I wanted it. I’ve missed you, Luka.” There’s silence, but the mood seems to shift somehow. I get the feeling I surprised him. “I just… I’m not sure what this means… now? You know?”
“Why does it have to mean anything?”
His words aren’t what I want to hear. I don’t know what I expected him to say. Maybe, if I’m brutally honest, I wanted to hear him say he loves me—that he’s always loved me, and that he’s tired of being without me. Maybe I really wanted to hear him tell me that he’s sorry he didn’t fight harder, didn’t try harder…