by Seth King
There’s just one problem: we’re in a soccer park.
“You lied to me, too, you know,” he says dangerously. “The night we met, you said we wouldn’t do anything bad together, and now that’s all we do. What am I going to do about that?”
A dark smile curls his lips as he steps toward me, his head lowered, his dangerous navy eyes barely visible under his hulking brows.
“Ah, I know,” he grins. “Have you ever had an orgasm in public before, Taylor?”
“No,” I whisper. “Why?”
His smile fades into a snarl. “Because you’re about to.”
10
Stellan Goode
I knew I wouldn’t be able to control Bad Stellan when I saw her in that outfit. That tight shirt that hugged her in all the right places, those delicious workout pants that made her ass look even tighter and perkier than it already was, with the seams on the fabric that seemed to wrap around her thighs in the same way I wanted my hands to be doing while I fucked her missionary style…
Those yoga pants alone were enough to make me lose it. I felt the blood rush to my groin as soon as I saw them; felt that warmth rise in my throat. And much to my dismay, the feeling just got stronger and stronger as we’d walked. I’d never expected to like her this much, this quickly, but I do, because during the few moments she’s not trying to bring out the bad in me, she’s bringing out the good in me. She makes me laugh, and feel light and floaty, and forget about all the horrors of my past. As we’d walked down that path I’d imagined what her signature black underwear would feel like on my fingers; wondered how she would feel as I rubbed her through them; imagined what she would taste like as I pushed her up against a tree, shoved the underwear aside, and started exploring her with my tongue…
After seeing those pricks mocking that poor disabled woman, every inch of me had lit on fire, and I’d wanted nothing more than to beat their stupid asses. The woman had reminded me of the kids I’d counseled at camp this summer, and if anyone had ever gone after those angels, I’d fucking kill the assholes. But I couldn’t beat them up, not in front of Taylor – I couldn’t scare her like that – and since I had to get all that energy out somehow, I decide to do the next best thing. I need to watch Taylor come right now.
I look around and notice a bench a few feet away. We’re on a pretty populated pathway between the baseball fields and the running track, which is perfect, because I won’t be allowed to let myself get too carried away. I’m going to watch this girl come, right here, right now, whether she likes it or not.
“Sit down,” I tell her.
“What? Here? Why?”
“Because I’m going to make you come right there on that bench, and you’re going to like it.”
Her cheeks flush pink.
“But we’re in public,” she says softly.
“I don’t care. If we get caught, it’s on you. It’ll be your punishment for saying you’re mad at me. If you don’t want to do this, then walk away now, but I know you better than that – I know you can’t wait for my fingers to be inside your pussy, Taylor.”
I can tell she’s afraid, but she will be more afraid if I can’t get this tension out, and that’s the sad truth. She lowers onto the bench stiffly, and I take a seat next to her. A jogger passes by and I smile up at her as I wrap my arm around Taylor’s shoulder. As far as the runner knows, we’re just a normal couple, hanging out on a beautiful fall day, doing totally normal things.
Yeah fucking right.
I shift my arm and place it on her stomach. I trace around and around and around on her skin through the thin fabric, softly at first, taking my time. She sighs and gets chills even in the warm sunlight.
“Stellan, there are people everywhere,” she says as I move closer to her panty line. “We can’t do this. My mom’s friend could come back.”
She uses her head to motion toward a group of young moms pushing their babies in strollers toward us.
“Let’s just hope that doesn’t happen,” I murmur into her ear, my voice poisonous. We could very well be arrested for doing this, but I don’t care. I need Taylor so badly I’d risk anything for her. She tenses up as I snake my fingers downward, and when I reach her panty line I pause for a moment before slipping my finger under her beltline. She breathes hard as I put my hand over her underwear and spread my pointer and index fingers in an upside-down V shape and then begin pushing down on either side of her pussy, never touching it, just rubbing the sensitive skin bordering it, up and down, up and down. Her thighs clench and her eyes roll back into her head. She’s getting wet already.
“Yes, baby,” I tell her. “Fuck. I can’t wait to watch you come in front of all these people. You are so sexy.”
As I rub her pussy I notice an old man with a dog ambling around the corner. With my free hand I take off my baseball cap and put it on Taylor’s lap so you can no longer see that my hand is currently fondling her.
“Look normal,” I tell Taylor. “Someone’s coming.”
She opens her eyes and tries to give the man a faint smile as he passes, her eyelids barely able to stay open and her legs trembling as I please her, and even I have to admit that she looks crazy or drunk or something. I hold back laughter as the old man gives her a strange, confused look, but thankfully he keeps walking until he disappears. I have to give it to Taylor- even when she’s getting pleasured, she’s still totally fucking adorable.
“Stellan, this is crazy, did you see that guy’s face, we’re gonna-”
I finally move my fingers onto her clit and start rubbing in slow circles, silencing her immediately. As she moans and trembles, I feel her moisture slicken my fingers.
“Are you going to yell at me again and walk away from me again, babe?” I ask quietly. She holds back a groan as she looks over at me.
“Of course I will, if it comes to that. You can’t just control me like that, and-”
I take my fingers, find her clit, and press down hard. She gasps as a tremor shakes her from head to toe, and my fingers become even wetter as I start rubbing again.
“Wrong move again, baby. You’re so bad. What am I going to do with you?”
I reach over, pick up her left leg, and drape it over my knee to get a better angle into her. “I want you all to myself, Taylor. I fucking want you. And I don’t like it when you’re mad at me. It makes me sad. And mad.”
She whines a little and tilts her head back. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I want this beautiful girl in front of me. And I want to have her soon. Suddenly the urge strikes me- I’ve never been inside of her before with my finger, and I want to do it right now. Sure, it could make Bad Stellan bust out completely and do something crazy, but I’m going to risk it.
I take a deep breath, push her panties aside, and slip the tip of my finger inside her. I take a moment to revel in her warmth- she’s perfect, so soft. She moans louder than ever as I start to fuck her slowly with the last two inches of my finger, going in and out and up and around from every angle. I know exactly the movement to make her come instantly, but I don’t want to do it yet- I want to take my time and enjoy this. So what if I can’t have sex- she’s so hot that this is almost as good. For now. The longer I tease her with just the tip, the more she’ll enjoy the whole thing when I insert it, and the harder she’ll come.
“Fuck, baby,” I say into her ear. “You feel so good. The best thing I’ve ever felt. I’ve wanted to do this so badly. You’re so soft and wet. You’re perfect. I want to shove you up against a tree, grab your hair, push myself into you, and fuck you until you scream so loud, the people on the soccer field hear us. And- oh, shit.”
As Taylor opens her eyes, a large group of teenagers walking home from soccer practice rounds the corner. I panic for a second and then decide to just stay put and hope they don’t notice the awkward position of my arm. I smile as they pass, Taylor red-faced and puffing next to me all the while, my finger still inside her as she tries to look nonchalant. When one guy in particula
r glances over and gives her a weird look, she leans back and pretends she’s yawning as I plunge my finger deeper into her.
“Good excuse,” I whisper into her ear as she fights back a moan. “I’m sure they’ll believe you were just tired, and not thirty seconds away from an orgasm.”
When the kids finally disappear I decide I can’t wait any longer to make her come. The next person to walk by will definitely notice something, and I’m running out of time. I take a quick breath and plunge two fingers into her and then pull them in and out, in and out, faster and faster, all the while applying pressure to her clit with my palm.
“You’re so beautiful, babe,” I growl into her ear as she whines in front of me. “I’m so glad you’re mine. Remember that. Mine, and nobody else’s. Just mine.”
She arches her lower back, and the quickening of her breath tells me she’s about to come. I move my finger faster and faster until her legs start to twitch and her breathing gets ragged and then-
A nearby sound makes her eyes fly open in panic. “Shit, Stellan, two old ladies are walking towards us!”
“Good,” I tell her darkly, throwing a look at the women I hadn’t seen approaching. “Then they probably won’t notice anything when you come in front of them.”
“What?” she asks. “I can’t do that, they’re so close, I-”
With my palm facing upward I plunge the full length of my fingers into her and then curl them like I’m motioning for someone to come closer, lobbing a direct hit on her G spot. She tries to fight it, she really does, but she’s powerless against me, and as the women pass by only feet away she gives in, leans her head back, and comes harder than I’ve ever seen her.
“You’re so bad,” I growl into her ear as she shakes and moans. “Look at you, on display like this. You just had an orgasm in front of other people. How dirty does that make you feel?”
I don’t want her orgasm to end, so I do the movement again, even harder this time, making her continue to detonate. As she grabs my wrist and squeezes it until her knuckles are white, I feel something vibrate in her pocket against my leg and hear someone singing. The song sounds familiar, Kane’s little sister used to listen to it at his house sometimes, and it’s…Miley Cyrus, I think?
“My ringtone,” she pants, her face growing even redder and her voice laughably contorted from the pleasure. “It’s probably Cara or something, let me-”
“No.”
As Miley Cyrus sings “yeeeaaahhhhh, it’s a party in the USA,” I press against Taylor’s G spot and hold my fingers there, and she leans back again and lets out a high-pitched cry. She shakes and pants and rocks her legs up and down, the orgasm stretching in infinite bliss. Finally she crashes, collapsing back against the bench as she pushes my hand away and wipes the sweat from her forehead. As she struggles to catch her breath she rearranges her legs to hide the wetness and peers over at me, mortified.
“Oh my God,” she breathes, her eyes wide with embarrassment. “Did I really just have an orgasm to a Miley Cyrus song on a park bench?”
“I guess you did, babe,” I say with a sly smile as I feel Bad Stellan retreat into the shadows, satisfied- at least for now. “I guess you did.”
11
Taylor Haney
On the way home I stare out the window at the passing neighborhoods, lost in an ocean of thought. Since Stellan had gotten a ride to the park this morning with his cousin, I’m giving him a lift to his car in some supermarket parking lot back in Durham, and of course he’d insisted on driving. He’s already slipped back to being Good Stellan, kind and sweet and nice, and although it confuses me I love it anyway.
As my stomach grumbles from my lack of lunch I bite the inside of my mouth and try to wrap my head around the last few hours. This whole day has been a complete roller coaster- an erotic, unbelievably pleasurable one, but still a roller coaster nonetheless. It doesn’t make any sense- he won’t have sex with me, but he has no shame in fingering me on a public park bench? But still, I like it. What the hell else would I have done today if I had never met him? Lay around watching Netflix and eating leftover Chinese food? He has turned my life upside down already, but in a good way. Not only that, but I felt my feelings for him change today; deepen; put down roots and reach closer to my soul. I feel so stupid and pathetic being that girl who falls head over heels after two seconds, but I can’t help it. He’s perfect. I feel like I’m falling through the sky every time I think of him. Even imaging his crisp, fresh scent makes my stomach feel all weird and tickly. It’s hard to believe we’ve only hung out twice, because I almost feel like I’ve known him forever. He’s mesmerizing. And also kind of terrifying, because now that I know he’s not a virgin, I realize that his constant warnings about being “bad” in his past aren’t necessarily about him having hooked up before. But what could he have done to make him so freaked out by himself?
Suddenly his phone rings. I look to see if it’s Marisa again, but before I can catch a glimpse he angles it away and looks over at me.
“Do you care if…?”
“No, of course,” I tell him with a wave of my hand.
“Steve, my man,” he answers after he throws me a grateful smile and turns back to the road. “How are things? And how is little Hayden?” He pauses and smiles. “That’s amazing. Glad to hear it. They grow up so fast; just try to enjoy it. So what’s going on with the accounts?”
After the Steve person talks for about a minute Stellan nods and then starts speaking quickly and confidently.
“Okay, I want you to double down on Brighton Oil, it’s looking more and more like a long-term win. And get everything we have out of NorCorp as soon as you can, that whole ethanol thing was a massive failure and we need to cut our losses now before things get even more in the red. Also, please transfer enough into my loose cash account to cover you-know-who’s salary, and I wanted to send her mother a birthday gift, too, so add some extra for that. I’ll be taking care of her paperwork problem the next few days. Oh, and how’s your wife doing? Her sister just passed away, right?”
Another short pause follows, but this time Stellan’s face is screwed up a concerned frown.
“Well tell her I’m sending out good thoughts for her. Talk to you soon, Steve. Thanks so much, as always. Take care.”
He hangs up and puts on a gentle smile.
“Sorry about that.”
“Who was that, Mr. Stock Broker?”
“Oh,” he says bashfully, “I’m not a stockbroker by any means. Technically I’m an unemployed student. That was just Steve, he sort of…works for me.”
“Works for you?”
“Yeah,” he tells me, looking almost ashamed, “he’s my money manager. Like I said, my parents never paid two minutes’ worth of attention to me, so they tried to make it up by giving me…very large sums of money, basically. So I took up investing and playing the stock market as a hobby. I’m actually Steve’s only client, and he’ll be out of a job if I get cut off, which won’t bode well for his two-month-old daughter.”
He stares ahead intensely for a second before looking over at me. He reaches out, takes a lock of my hair, and absentmindedly begins rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger, playing with it. The feeling is so heavenly I try to commit it to memory so I can think back on it later.
“But enough about that,” he says as he plays with my hair. “What are you thinking about, Taylor? You’ve looked troubled this whole car ride.”
Well you did just finger me on a park bench without explanation, I want to say, but I refrain.
“I’m thinking about how hungry I am, and about how badly I want a donut.” I feel like banging my head against the window when I realize what I’d just said. There I go again, letting my stomach speak for me instead of my brain.
“Do you want me to stop somewhere and get you something?” Stellan asks, sounding worried.
“No, no, sorry, I misspoke. Let me rephrase that.”
I close my eyes and let my thoughts tumble ou
t. “I’m loving all these adventurous hookup sessions and stuff, Stellan, but I was wondering…are you ever going to have sex with me?”
I can practically feel him tensing up beside me. “I’m working on it, Taylor. Give me time.”
“Okay then,” I say as I open my eyes. “And also, where are you going tomorrow?”
As I watch him, he gets that far-off look on his face again. “Just taking care of some personal things- nothing important. It’s just boring business stuff, really. I’ll be back in no time at all.”
Oh, God. Not this secretive stuff again. “I swear,” I tell him with a smile, “you’re going to be the death of me, Stellan Goode.”
He suddenly lurches in his seat so hard, the car swerves a few feet into the other lane.
“What?” I ask as a car somewhere behind us honks and slams on their brakes to avoid us. “What did I say?”
“Nothing,” he pants as he wipes a sheen of sweat from his forehead. Okay then, I think as I look out the window again. Suddenly we pass my mom’s favorite barbecue restaurant, reminding me of her. I bite my lip. I don’t want to sound desperate, but at the same time I want to know where Stellan’s head is right now.
“And one more thing,” I say. “My mom’s going to call me soon and ask about you, thanks to your new BFF Deb. What should I tell her? Like, about you, and about Nashville, and everything?”
He parses his lips.
“Just tell her the truth,” he says at long last.
“And what is that?”
“That I lo-”
He cuts himself off, takes his hand back, winces, and then shakes his head, angry with himself for some reason. Finally he turns to me, his navy eyes serious, his glorious blonde hair blowing in the humid wind. “Just tell her that you’re going on a little vacation with a guy who really likes you and wants to be with you, and who is doing everything he can to work out his issues and make that a possibility.”