Going the Distance

by Christa Cervone

  The knocking still continues. “Alright! I’m comin’!” I call loudly as I walk through my apartment. “Jesus, keep your damn pants on,” I grumble and open the door forcefully.

  “Well, if I knew pants were optional…” Kitten purrs and smiles coyly at me, leaning on my door jam.

  “Kitten,” I whisper, “now is not a good time.”

  “Why not?” Pushing her way past me, she looks around my apartment inquisitively. “I’ve been calling you for hours. Why are you ignoring me?”

  “Ignoring you? I’m not ignoring you. I’ve been…”

  “He’s been busy,” a voice says from behind me. Salem enters the room wearing one of my T-shirts.

  I turn quickly in her direction. She looks less than amused, with her arms crossed over her chest and one eyebrow raised.

  “Hello, Salem,” Kitten says cordially, “it’s good to see you again.” Her mouth turns up into a sly smirk.

  “Likewise,” Salem responds flatly.

  “Again? What are you talkin’ about?” I look back and forth from one to the other, then scrub my hands over my face; I’m completely confused. I’m expecting a full-on cat fight between them within seconds. Yet, they seem to be okay with each other. “What’s goin’ on here?”

  “Nothing, darlin’. Everything is just peachy keen. Isn’t it, Salem?”

  “Yes,” she agrees with Kitten.

  How the fuck? “Can someone please explain to me what the fuck is going on?”

  “What’s there to explain? Salem and I are besties. Aren’t we?”

  “Well, I wouldn’t go that far.”

  I glance at Salem, who has a look of satisfaction on her face, and then at Kitten, whose expression resembles Salem’s. They’re obviously keeping something from me.

  “I just stopped by to make sure you’re okay,” Kitten slinks her way toward me.

  “He’s just fine. I’ve got it under control,” Salem says confidently, stepping in front of me and effectively stopping Kitten from getting any closer.

  “Fair enough,” Kitten nods at her and winks as she looks over Salem’s shoulder at me. “My job here is done,” she announces. “I’ll check in with you tomorrow. Ta-ta for now,” she waves her hand flippantly over her shoulder as the door closes behind her. Christ, she’s a whirlwind.

  I give Salem a suspicious look. “Well, that was interesting.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” A small smirk appears on her face as she shrugs her shoulders and walks toward my bedroom.

  “I don’t think so.” I reach for her arm, spinning her back toward me, “Spill it.”

  “There’s nothing to spill,” she retreats back into my room. “You’re mine, and I’ve made that perfectly clear to her.”

  “Excuse me?” I chase after her. “What did you say?” My hands meet her waist, luring her closer to me.

  “I’m pretty sure you heard what I said.”

  “I did. But I wanna hear you say it again,” I exhale heavily.

  “What? There’s nothing to spill?” she teases.

  “No,” I squeeze her, “the last part.”

  “Ohhh… that you’re mine?” her eyes sparkle as she says it and my stomach does a flip.

  “Yeah.” My hand meanders down from her waist and sneaks up under her shirt. “Say it again,” I whisper.

  “You’re mine, Gabriel. I’m not going to share you.”

  I take a deep breath to boost my confidence. I’ve never once said anything remotely close to this. In the past, I’ve hoped that the women I’ve slept with didn’t want more than a one or two night fling. In fact, that’s the way I preferred things, quick and dirty. But with Salem I want more. “That’s fine, but the same goes for you,” I pause, thinking of how to say what I want to say next. I softly run the back of my hand over her beautiful face. “I’m not gonna share you with him, Salem. The thought of him touching you makes me wanna bash his face in.” My teeth clench involuntarily as I roll my head on my neck, cracking it. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

  “Shhh…” her finger touches my lips while her big blue eyes look at me longingly. “I’m here with you, aren’t I? You’re the one I want, Gabriel.”

  “Then why were you at TKO looking for him the other night?”

  “Blaine and I have a long history together; our families have a history. It’s not that easy.”

  “I wanna make him history,” I gripe under my breath. My stomach is churning, I feel my face flaring up in anger, and my fists tighten in frustration.

  “Jealousy isn’t very becoming, you know.”

  Jealousy? Is that what I’m feeling? I thought it was more the urge to kick the livin’ shit out of him.

  “I don’t care,” I grit my teeth. “I don’t want you near him.”

  “It’s gonna take some time, Gabriel, but I promise I’ll break things off with him.” She sounds so convincing. “Come here,” she pulls me into the bedroom, “I want to give you something.”

  I know she’s trying to distract me. “How long, Salem?” I ask, ignoring her request.

  “I don’t know, but it will happen, I promise.” She drops to her knees in front of me, tugging on the drawstring of my shorts to loosen the waist. Briskly, she pulls on my shorts and they fall to the floor.

  “What are you doing?” I look down at her.

  She dampens her lips with her tongue. “I told you I have something to give you,” her voice is sultry.

  I start to say, “You don’t have to do this…” but before I can even finish my sentence, I feel her tongue touch the head of my penis. My heart races as her mouth slowly glides down my shaft. I run my fingers through her hair, urging her to continue, and I feel the vibrations of her giggling against my cock. I let out a gasp. Fuck, it feels good. “Let’s go to the bed,” I groan.

  Salem wipes the corners of her mouth as she stands. I step out of my shorts and pull the oversized shirt she’s wearing off of her, tossing it aside. My eyes survey her body; her pink nipples are stiff. She’s turned on just by sucking my dick? Christ, that’s fuckin’ hot! I try to keep my hunger for her in check.

  “Lie down,” she instructs, “I’m not finished with you yet.”

  “Oooh… I like it when you take charge.” Throwing myself onto the bed, I lie flat on my back, waiting with my cock rigid. The way my body aches for her is mind-numbing. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think this would be happening right now. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm myself. I don’t wanna blow at her next touch.

  When her hands gently glide up my inner thighs, my balls tighten, and the head of my cock becomes engorged. Kneeling between my legs, her tongue traces the line of my “V” but stops just short of where I want her mouth; she’s torturing me. “Suck it, Salem,” I growl, raising my hips slightly.

  I feel her staggered breath on the head of my cock. “You want me to do this?” her soft, succulent mouth surrounds it, and her tongue swirls around the rim.

  “Yes,” I hiss loudly.

  “How about this?” she works my dick into her mouth like she’s been doing it for years. My body reacts by involuntarily jolting.

  “Fuck yes,” I plead. Her tongue is swirling around my most sensitive skin, and the warm pulling and sucking feels incredible. My senses are heightened and a tingling sensation has reached all of my extremities. I lie back and enjoy this moment.

  I cast my eyes down at her. Holy Christ. Her long red hair is covering part of her face, but I can see those supple lips wrapped around the swollen head. She shoots me a look with her angelic eyes and then closes them in bliss. Fuck me.

  After another few minutes of her completely blowing my mind, I urge, “You need to stop.”

  “Stop, why?”

  “Because if you don’t, I’m not gonna be able to either.”

  The realization of what I’m talking about dawns on her, “Ohhh…” but she leans back down toward my lap.

  I try to stop her, “I don’t want that to happen on
your first time.”

  “I don’t mind,” she says, putting her beautiful lips around my cock once again.

  “Salem,” I protest, “not tonight.” I push myself into a sitting position.

  “Fine,” she huffs, turning her back to me.

  Inching my body closer to hers, I rest my chin on her shoulder. “You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

  “Didn’t you like it?” she sulks.

  “Like isn’t the word. Your mouth…”

  Turning her head a little she questions me, “My mouth, what?”

  “It’s amazing and believe me, it’s not that I don’t want you to,” letting out a gentle laugh I continue, “but for your first time, I think we need to take it slow.” My hands creep around her waist, nestling her naked body against mine. “I can think of other ways you can help me out.”

  “Oh yeah, how’s that?”

  I fall back to the bed and reach for my cock, “Come take a ride.”

  Salem turns around, her pout all but disappearing. I admire her agility as she effortlessly climbs on top of me. “Is this what you want?” she says suggestively, fondling my hard-on.

  “Yes,” I say, sucking in my breath.

  Raising her body over mine, she opens her legs to reveal herself to me, “What about this?” Holy fuck, she pretends to be a good girl, but deep down inside she’s bad, so bad. Her lips are spread and I can see her beautiful flower glistening with excitement.

  “Sweet Jesus, woman, fuck me senseless,” I beg her.

  She raises herself up onto her knees while her left hand is jerking me off. “Are you ready?”

  “I’m more than ready.”

  The tip of my shaft presses against the heaven that awaits, swelling in anticipation. All my focus is on her, watching as she closes her eyes, her breasts heaving in delight. I begin to relax, letting my head hit the pillow as she greedily encases my aching cock. Inch by inch, her body swallows mine. Christ, the skin-on-skin is sweet torment. Skin-on-skin? “Wait!” I nearly shout, startling her.

  Her eyes spring open, “What?!”

  “A condom! We forgot a condom.”

  “Oh God!” Her face is panicked.

  “Don’t worry, I haven’t.”

  “Oh, thank God! Where are they?” Her eyes roll with pure pleasure as she slowly removes herself from my body.

  “In the top drawer.”

  Within a second’s time, she’s at my drawer then back in my bed. She rips the package open with her teeth and then rolls the condom all the way down to the base. “There we go. Now where were we?” The corners of her lips turn up into a devious smile. I must say, I love this side of her. I’m not sure where this Salem came from, but she can definitely stick around. “Ah, yes,” she moans, “this is where I left off.” Again her body begins devouring mine, the tightness of her passage massaging my cock with each of her movements. Her hips find a steady rhythm, and I lie back again to enjoy the view of her magnificent tits as they bounce to the rhythm she’s set.

  My hands find their way to her ass and palm the cheeks. “I’m so close,” I groan, as my eyes roll into the back of my head, and fire ignites between my legs.

  She quickens her pace, swiveling her hips as her hands knead my pecks. “I want to make you come.”

  My hips thrust as the first spurt of come shoots out. “You’re doin’ that, Salem,” I roar, “right fucking now!” Holy fuck, first she blows my mind with a blow job and now this?!

  “Does it feel good?”

  “God, does it ever. Don’t stop what you’re doing.”

  She repeats the same motion again and again, draining me of every last drop. My body convulses a few more times before I’m completely spent. Carefully, she climbs off and snuggles up against my lifeless body.

  “Okay, I have to ask. Where did you learn how to do that?”

  “I have a few more tricks up my sleeve,” she laughs. “I’ve been sexually repressed for years. I’ve read all sorts of books about sex and watched plenty of videos hoping to please…”

  Anger begins to boil deep inside of me. “Say no more. I don’t wanna hear about him.”

  “Well, I’ve never gotten to use what I’ve learned until now,” she kisses my bare chest, “and I’m glad it was you I could impress.”

  “Mmhmm…”

  “Why are you mad? You asked me where I learned it, so I told you. Geez, I didn’t think I’d be punished for telling you the truth,” she bites back at me, then jumps up abruptly and leaves the room.

  “Fuck!” I punch the pillow next to me. What the fuck is wrong with me?

  After a few minutes of silence, I hear the water from the shower turn on. Well go after her, you fuckin’ douche, before you chase her away again. As I walk toward the bathroom, the argument I’m having with myself continues. She’s completely right. I have no reason to be pissed off. I asked her a question and she answered honestly. I’m not the only guy she’s slept with and I need to come to terms with it. It’s never been a problem in the past. I’m not sure why it’s such a big deal now.

  “Salem?” I say cautiously as I enter the bathroom, hoping not to startle her.

  “What?” she snaps.

  “I’m sorry,” I step into the shower with her.

  She turns around, giving me the cold shoulder. My hands reach for her hips, “I’m sorry. I’m an asshole, I know.”

  “You can say that again,” her tone is icy.

  Grabbing her at the waist, I spin her around. “I’m an asshole. All that in there, it came out all wrong,” I begin to backpedal, hoping she’ll realize I’m truly sorry. “I should’ve been prepared for your answer.”

  “Yeah, you should’ve,” her eyes meet mine and I realize that she looks more hurt than angry. “I’m sure you’ve slept with a shit-ton of women.”

  I wince at her words. “Okay, we both agree I’m an asshole.” I give her a small warm smile, “Can we move on?”

  “Well, as long as we both agree,” she smiles back.

  “So, those books and videos… you care to share them with me? I’m not much of a reader, but I’m sure there’ll be something in there that can spark my attention.”

  “Well, I’m not sure. They’re Jocelyn’s, so you’ll have to ask her.”

  “I’ll make sure to thank Jocelyn for lending them to you the next time I see her.” I kiss the top of her head. “I’m sorry,” I apologize again, softly.

  “I know,” she replies. “I’ll forgive you this time.”

  Lead with One’s Chin – In boxing it refers to a boxer leaving his or her chin, which is a vulnerable point, open and unprotected.

  Salem and I are sitting on the couch watching the news when I hear keys at the door; I direct my attention across the room. “How was work, dear?” I ask when Jase enters.

  Sounding relieved, he responds, “Gabe, you’re home! When did you get out?”

  “A few hours ago.”

  “Hi, Jason,” Salem greets him. “It’s good to see you again.”

  “Oh, hey Salem. It’s good to see you, too.”

  “You look fantastic! I’m not sure if I would’ve even recognized you on the street.”

  “Thanks, I’ve put on a few pounds,” Jase pats his stomach. “Are you feelin’ okay?” he redirects the conversation back to me.

  “Yeah, I’m feelin’ fine. A few bumps and bruises, but it’s nothin’ I can’t handle.”

  “I’m sorry I didn’t stop by yesterday, but between work and my meetings, things have been crazy.”

  “Jase, you don’t have to explain yourself.” My eyes shoot over in Salem’s direction and I add, “I was in good hands.”

  “Say no more.” Jase grins, “I get what you mean.”

  “He doesn’t mean that,” Salem chimes in. “I was there for a little while. But the doctors and nurses took very good care of him.”

  “I’m glad you’re home, Gabe.” He looks genuinely happy.

  “I’m glad to be home. All that pokin’ and p
roddin’ sucked, man.”

  “Jason, we were thinking about ordering some take-out. Are you hungry?”

  “I could eat. What are you guys gettin’?”

  “Chinese. Indian,” we both say at the same time. “Obviously, we haven’t made up our minds yet,” I laugh.

  “Well, just let me know when you decide. I’m gonna go lay down for a few,” he tells us as he walks toward his room.

  “He really looks great,” Salem says in amazement.

  “Yeah, he’s made great progress. I’m really proud of him. We’re hoping the ankle bracelet may come off sooner rather than later.”

  Salem snuggles back into the crook of my arm. I could really get used to this. My mind wanders to our future. I get home, hot and sweaty from training, and Salem is already here. “Honey, I’m home,” I sing happily as I walk through the door. I must admit, I’ve always wanted to say that. She’s at the counter looking over court documents. She’s still in her suit from work; a tailored, black pinstriped skirt cut just above the knee, a matching jacket, and a white, silky blouse that hangs low to show off her firm breasts. The fabric of the blouse clings to her skin as she takes off the jacket. My eyes scan her body and can’t miss how amazing her legs look in the black nylons and black stiletto heels she’s wearing. “Did you have a good day at the office?” I ask her politely and kiss her cheek.

  “I did. How about you? Did you beat anyone up today?”

  “Just Jimmy.”

  “Well, I’m sure he had it coming.”

  “What’s for dinner?”

  “I was going to order Indian take-out,” she grins devilishly.

  “Indian, again?” I complain.

  “I’m sure I can convince you to go along with it.”

  “Really, ya think so?”

  “Oh, I know so,” she smiles confidently. “Follow me,” and with that said, she struts into the bedroom.

  I take in her gorgeous ass then send up a silent prayer, “Please God, let her have read Chapter Five of the sex position book I bought her last week.”

  By the time I get into my room, her blouse is off and she’s standing in just her skirt, heels, nylons, and white lacy bra. Acting helpless, she asks, “Can you help me with my zipper?”