by Todd, E. L.
“Oh, oh,” I said.
Janice sighed. “Perhaps I was wrong.”
8
If someone asked me to explain what was going on between Sean and Scarlet I wouldn’t be able to form a coherent sentence. It was weird. They were together but then they weren’t. She slept here and stayed home all day but she wore the engagement ring. She never took it off. I tried not to ask her about Sean. She wasn’t as depressed as I expected so I knew that they were still together—I think.
When I came home from work that night, Janice and Scarlet were sitting at the table in the kitchen. Their laptops were on the counter and manuscripts were thrown across the surface. I’m glad Scarlet had something to distract her mind from the pain in her life. As much as I loved her, I was getting tired of having her here. I just wanted my privacy with Janice. We fucked all over the place. Now we had to be quiet and shit. It was so annoying.
“Hey, baby,” I said as I kissed her on the head.
“Hi.” She smiled at me. “How was your day?”
“It was okay—busy.”
“Perhaps you should hire help.”
“No,” I said quickly. “Too much overhead.”
“Maybe I should be a tattoo artist,” she said with a smile.
“That would be pretty hot,” I said as I rubbed my nose against hers.
“Ah—hem,” Scarlet said as she cleared her throat. “Hi?”
“Yeah—hi.” I looked back at Janice. “I missed you today.”
“I missed you too.”
“I want to show you something.”
“What?”
“Come with me and I’ll show you.”
Scarlet rolled her eyes. “If you want to have sex just go have sex.”
I glared at her. “You’re lucky I’m being discreet about it.”
“I prefer the old way.”
I grabbed Janice’s face and kissed her hard. Then, I grabbed her from the chair then carried her into my bedroom.
“Ryan, what are you doing?”
“Taking you away.”
“We can’t do that when your sister is here.”
I walked in the bedroom then shut the door behind me. I placed her on the bed then pulled down her jeans. “I don’t give a shit about that brat.”
“Ryan, she’s going through a hard time.”
I placed her hand on my cock, solid as steel. “I’m going through a hard time.”
“Ryan.”
“We are fucking—get over it.” I shoved myself inside of her before she could argue with me further. I rocked into her and felt her stretch at my sudden entrance. She bit her lip as she grabbed the back of my neck. I slid into her hard and fast, careful not to slam the headboard against the wall. She started to fuck me from below, sliding on my dick repeatedly. She knew how to make me come just as much as I knew had to make her climax. “Stop trying to make me come. Go first.”
She leaned her head back with her mouth gaping open. “I am,” she whispered.
I gripped her shoulders and slammed into her, making her orgasm as intense as possible. When she started to moan I felt myself crumble and come inside her. “Baby,” I said with a final thrust.
She moaned as she cupped my face. “Ryan.”
“Yeah.” After I caught my breath I pulled out, giving her a quick kiss. I marched into the shower without another word. When I got home from work I liked to make love. I didn’t give a shit if my sister was there. After I cleaned myself, I dried off then dressed myself.
I walked into the living room and looked for something to eat.
“Ryan, I made you a sandwich,” Janice said, pointing to the plate on the table.
I smiled at her then sat beside her. I liked it when she did little things like this. “Thank you, baby.”
“You’re welcome,” she said with a smile. She turned back to her computer and started to work.
Scarlet finally looked at me. “How was work?”
“It was fine.”
“Do you want me to help you tomorrow?”
“If you don’t mind.”
“I never mind, Ryan.”
Now I felt like an asshole for being so resentful to her. “How are you doing?”
She shrugged. “I’m okay.”
“Have you talked to him?”
She was quiet for a moment. “He needs his space.”
I nodded. I finished my sandwich then wiped my mouth. “That was good.”
“I can do more than just edit,” Janice said with a smile.
“And rock my world.”
She blushed.
Scarlet ignored us and looked at her computer. “I’m sorry that I’m such a burden to you to. I know you don’t want me here. If I could go home, I would.”
Janice looked at her. “You’re always welcome here, Scar. Don’t worry about it.”
Scarlet said nothing.
“I love having you here,” I said.
“You do?”
“Don’t get me wrong—it’s annoying. But Janice is right—you’re always welcome here. She and I will just have to be quiet when we have sex.”
Scarlet rolled her eyes. “You never have a filter.”
“No, I don’t. Honest people don’t need one.” I looked at Janice. “Let’s go out to dinner tonight.”
“Okay.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t care. Wherever you want.”
“I’m thinking about getting pizza.”
“Pizza sounds good,” Scarlet said.
I glared at her. “Maybe we’ll bring you some leftovers.”
She sighed. “Fine.”
“Scarlet can come,” Janice offered.
“Nope.”
Scarlet smiled. “It’s okay, Janice. I’ll be fine.”
I went into the living room and watched television for a few hours before we went out to dinner. Janice was wearing jeans and a shirt. “Why aren’t you wearing a dress?”
She raised an eyebrow. “You want me to?”
“Duh.”
“For pizza?” she asked incredulously.
“Let’s go out for drinks afterwards.”
“Guys are going to stare at me.”
“They’ll stare no matter what you wear.”
“Good point.”
She returned to the bedroom and changed before she came back. She was wearing a short black dress that showed her thighs. Her ass looked great and her tits looked even better. I stood up and looked at her.
“You look—yum.” I grabbed her hand then led her back to the bedroom.
“Uh, no,” she said as she yanked me to the door. “I thought this might happen.”
I growled.
“Later,” she whispered. She turned to Scarlet. “We’ll see you later.”
“Bye,” she said with a smile. She was still facing her computer.
We walked out and I closed the door behind us.
Janice tightened her jacket around her body. Her blond hair was curled at the ends and reached her breasts. I loved her hair. It was smooth and silky when I ran my fingers through it. I always liked fisting it in my hand when I fucked her. Her blue eyes were just as captivating.
“Are you listening to me?” she asked.
“Wait. What?”
“Do you ever think about anything else?”
I smiled. “What was I thinking about, baby?”
“What you always think about.”
“Can you blame me?”
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I think we should bring Scarlet along.”
“No.”
“Ryan, she’s upset.”
I sighed. “I love my sister more than anything, and I would never leave her if I thought I shouldn’t. She and Sean are just fighting. He told me he couldn’t live without her. Maybe they aren’t speaking to each other right now, but they’ll be fine. Don’t worry about her.”
“But we’re leaving her in the apartment alone.”
“
We won’t be out that long, and she isn’t dumb enough to leave. She knows it would piss of both me and Sean, plus Cortland. I know you’re just concerned but don’t worry about her.”
“If you really think it’s okay.”
“It is.” I wrapped my arm around her waist. “Now let’s stop talking about that brat and go out.”
“Sounds good.”
We walked to the street then got into a cab. I placed my hand on her thigh during the drive. Her skin was smooth. Against my control, I slipped my hand under her dress and felt the material of her underwear. Then I started to rub her clit. The cab was dark. Only the light from the dashboard could be seen. I looked out the window like I wasn’t trying to finger my girlfriend. When she gripped my arm I knew she was enjoying it. Her panties started to become soaked. Just thinking about her wearing that dress made me as horny as hell. Her ass looked great and her tits looked fuckable.
“Do we always have to do this when we go out?” she said as she breathed into my ear.
“It wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t so damn fine,” I whispered back.
“Ryan, stop.”
“We aren’t there yet.”
“Either stop or make me come.”
My hand froze at her words. Her words elicited a dark desire within me. I turned toward her. “I’m gonna make you come hard, Janice. But you have to do the same to me later,” I whispered.
“I will.”
I slipped two fingers inside of her while I rubbed her clit. Since I had so much practice fingering girls since I was fourteen, I knew exactly what to do. I placed her face in the crook of my neck, like she was leaning on my shoulder, and I fingered her. She breathed into my ear as I moved inside her, moaning quietly and whispering my name. My cock was as hard as a slab of concrete. I pushed my fingers against the spot she loved so much.
“Ryan,” she whispered.
I said nothing and continued my handiwork. I looked at the driver. He didn’t seem to notice anything. When she grabbed my forearm and squeezed tightly, I knew she was coming. Her breaths fell on my ear and blocked out all other sound. I could even hear her bite her lip. Her hold on my arm was so tight it constricted my veins. I pulled away and continued to rub her clit while I moved my fingers inside her. When she released a final breath, I knew she was done. She moaned in my ear before she pressed her face against mine, her eyes closed. I knew she was recovering from her post orgasm state.
“Oh, Ryan. I love you.”
I kissed her on the forehead. “I know you do.” I pulled my fingers out then sucked them.
She moaned again.
“It’s sweet.”
“You’re so amazing.”
“I know.”
She chuckled. “I’m so glad you’re mine—just mine.”
I held up my fingers. “They are reserved just for you.”
“They better be.”
“Remember our bargain.”
“Oh, I won’t forget.”
My skin prickled. “I look forward to it.”
She rubbed my hand over my crotch, feeling my huge cock. “I wonder how sweet he tastes tonight.”
“Don’t tease me like that.”
She moved closer to me, half of her ass on my lap. Then she pulled up her dress slightly, exposing her ass.
I moaned. “Either stop or make me come.”
“It will have to wait.”
“Damn you.”
“You’re the one that made me wear this.”
“Damn me.”
The cab stopped when we reached our destination. Janice pulled down her dress and adjusted herself. I paid the cab driver then we got out. I grabbed Janice’s hand and led her into the restaurant. We took our seats in a booth and waited for our server.
Janice took off her jacket and placed it in the seat next to her. I immediately stared at her tits. I wanted to tit fuck her.
“What are you thinking about?”
“What?”
“That answers my question.”
I smiled. “I was thinking that you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever been with.”
She blushed. “Uh, thanks.”
“I’m not just saying that.”
“I don’t believe you but I’ll take the compliment anyway.”
“Well, you better believe me eventually. I think I’ve proven it to you.”
“I suppose.”
The waitress came over and we ordered our food and drinks. When I looked around the restaurant I saw a few guys staring at Janice. It didn’t bother me.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get our food for free,” she said.
“You should have come in first.”
“Well, we’ll remember for next time,” she said. “It really doesn’t bother you when other men look at me?”
“No. Not when I’m around, at least. Does it bother you when women stare at me?”
“No.”
The waitress came over and brought the pizza and two plates. I grabbed Janice’s plate and placed the food on top for her. Then, I handed her napkin and silverware. She watched me with a smile on her face.
“What?”
“Nothing.” She kept smiling.
“I asked you a question.”
“You’re just cute.”
“Obviously. But what do you mean by that?”
She shrugged. “You take care of my like a dad, and you fuck me like a whore master. It’s just cute.”
“Whore master?”
“I couldn’t think of a better comparison.”
“I like it.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah. I’m the whore master and you’re the whore. It works.”
“So romantic.”
I chuckled. “We are, aren’t we?”
“In a twisted way.”
“Well, I like our romance.”
“It’s called fucking.”
“No. I love making love. More than anything, actually.”
She seemed surprised. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Well, it’s the truth. I love being connected to you in that way. I feel like it’s the best way for me to tell you that I love you. I can only say it so much.”
Her eyes softened. “Ryan.”
“What?”
“You’re such a sweet guy.”
I laughed. “No I’m not. Believe me, I’m only like that with you.”
“And I’m honored.”
We ate our dinner together, not saying anything for a long time. I watched her take small bites of her food. She was so small and petite. It surprised me that she could take my dick in her mouth. She reminded me of a small bird that picked at her food. I had a sudden image of us sitting together with our two small children. I wanted to marry her. I wished I could just ask now. I think she would say yes.
When the waiter brought the bill, Janice made a move for her purse but I pulled the money out of my pocket quickly and handed it over. She sighed in annoyance, wishing she was quicker. Janice would never be quick enough.
“Nice try,” I said.
She rolled her eyes.
I rose from my seat then helped her stand up. I grabbed her jacket and placed it over her shoulders, making sure she was warm. She looked at me with a smile on her face, her eyes warm. I knew what she saying even though she wasn’t speaking. I kissed her on the forehead then we left. We walked a few blocks before we reached the bar. It was busy even though it was a weeknight, but not overly crowded.
“You know what to do, baby.”
She kissed me than pulled her jacket off, shoving it into my chest. I watched her approach the bar. Her heels made her ass look absolutely gorgeous. Her hips swayed slightly as she moved. Her blond hair dangled down her back, looking thick and soft. I got hard again just watching her. When I glanced around the bar I saw that every guy was eye-fucking the shit out her. After she flirted with the bartender for a moment, he handed her two drinks. When he gave her a wink, I knew the mission had
been accomplished.
I came next to her then kissed her, staking my claim in front of everyone. I placed my hand on her ass and squeezed it just because I felt like it.
“It really doesn’t bother you that you use me just to get free drinks?”
I took a sip of the beer. “Nope.”
“But guys are going to think I’m single.”
“So?”
“That doesn’t bother you?”
“When I come over and claim you, it won’t.”
“If you’re tight on money I can pay for our drinks.”
I laughed. “That has nothing to do with it.”
“Then why do you do it?”
“It gives me power.”
She rolled her eyes. “Here we go again.”
“I want ever guy in this bar to know how fine my girl is, and when they even think about fucking you, I come in the picture and grab your ass, showing everyone who is the king. You fuck me, only me—that’s the end of the story.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
I kissed her hard on the mouth and pressed my erection against her thigh. “Yes it does.”
She moaned quietly. “You’re such a good kisser that I don’t care about what you just said.”
“That works. I feel the same way about your pussy.”
She grabbed her wine and started to sip it.
“What are the odds?” Cortland clapped me on the shoulder.
“Hey!” I said. “What are you doing here?”
Monnique came beside him and wrapped her arm through his. “We’re just out.”
Janice hugged her. “You look nice.”
Monnique was wearing a dark blue dress. She did look great, but I thought she had nothing on Janie. Perhaps I was biased. “You look great too. It really brings out your curves.”
“Especially the one on her backside,” I said.
Janice didn’t look at me. “Ignore him.”
Cortland laughed. “I’ve been trying to do that for years. It doesn’t work.”
“You’re right,” she said with a sigh.
“That sex better be even better now,” I threatened.
“It will blow your mind, babe.”
My eyes widened. “Let’s just go home. Forget these losers.”
“Hey!” Monnique said.
“Sorry, I mean just Cortland,” I said.
Cortland rolled his eyes. “And now I understand why people are so surprised when they realize we’re friends.”