Grace: A Disgrace Trilogy Novel

by Dee Palmer

  My apartment is nestled on the far side of the peninsular, though it’s not really an island. Wedged neatly alongside row after row of fishermans’ cottages, my block takes up the first row, which is why I have the best view of the beach; headland and out to the open ocean. The beach is still packed, and more so as the tide begins to steal back the soft sand with every hungry shallow wave creeping in. The other side of the island is less sheltered and if I weren’t bone weary, I think I would welcome the chance to catch some of the incoming surf. But I am fucking knackered. My legs feel heavy making the final incline to the rear of my apartment block. The communal door is open, which often happens in high season with a steady flow of rental properties on the block, people often get lazy with security. I close the door behind me and I can feel the handrail vibrate with the thumping base-line music streaming loudly from one of the apartments. So much for sleep. Each floor I pass the noise gets louder until I am standing outside my own door gently resting my head on the frame. This will be why Buddy was laughing; there can be only one person brazen enough to break into my apartment.

  I fish my keys from my back pocket and open the door, quietly or with a fanfare it wouldn’t make a difference, the occupants are far too occupied to notice. Holy fuck…I’ve walked into a porn movie in the making. I drop my bag loudly on the floor…nothing. No one even turns to acknowledge me. What I want to say, but I know would be a wasted breath, is ‘Jesus Sky on my kitchen Island?’ To be fair, it does look like she has put a towel over the surface, but the way the guy behind her is pounding into her arse, I think that is for comfort not for hygiene purposes. Her taught, tanned body is stretch across the narrow width of the island. Her bottom is hanging over one edge and she has the faintest tan line in the shape of a tiny blurred triangle. Only visible in between jack hammer man’s violent thrusting. Her arms are being held tight at her side as some kind of leverage from the guy doing the hammering with his back to me. His board shorts are pooled around his ankles and his bright white arse is pumping furiously. The slick, wet sounds can be heard even above the thumping music. Oh fuck! I spot an open bottle of olive oil knocked on its side. That’s my Manni Olive Oil; not the most expensive in the world but pretty fucking close, and he’s spreading it over her arse like it’s fucking Crisp’n’Dry. The rest of the contents is slowly emptying down the side of the cupboard and inching its way toward the cream wool rug. Not all of it, from the high gloss on Sky’s backside it’s clear a fair portion has been used to ease big guys dick into her arse. From the deep moan and extended curve of her spine, she is having a blast; good for Sky. I am all for sexual adventure and pushing limits, but why does she have to push hers in my home? I can only assume this is her warped idea of revenge.

  Her head is tipped back as she attempts to keep pace with the enthusiastic man—-I am going to be generous and say is a teenager—-slamming into her mouth.

  “Ah jeez, brother, are you filming this?” The guy with his back to me groans with breathless pants. From the pitch in his voice, I think he’s nearly done.

  “Yeah man…look smile you’re on Pornhub…ahhh fuck! No fucking teeth, Sky.” He drops the phone he was filming from and threads both hands into her tumble of blonde curls. Easing her to his own rhythm and supporting her head at the same time. What a gent.

  “Fuck Sky, you are so fucking tight…ahhh!” He grunts and jerks pushing as hard as he can, judging by the flex in his backside and the curve of his back. He collapses his considerable weight flat onto Sky’s back and I can hear her groan under the strain, coupled to the prick with his dick still deep down her throat, she is seconds away from suffocating. Arseholes. I rush over and pull dick number one up and shove him to the floor and turn to face dick number two. I push him hard in the chest, forcing him to fall back. A loud popping sound escapes Sky’s lips with the sudden loss of suction. She turns her flushed head toward me and flashes the briefest brightest smile, before a dark scowl dominates her face.

  “Damn-it Ethan, I wasn’t finished!” She reaches her hand to grab Dick Number Two’s shorts. He has already folded himself away and she is fumbling to salvage his diminishing erection.

  “I’ll let you suffocate next time.” I snap back. She is unbelievable.

  “Ooooo, so there is going to be a next time,” she purrs and sucks in her bottom lip, holding back her own laughter.

  “Fuck Sky, you are unbelievable! You break into my apartment for a gang-bang and you’re not remotely sorry.”

  “Just why should I be? You are the one who fucked my mouth raw and kicked me to the curb. I still had your come dribbling down my chin, Ethan!” I flinch at her truthful accusation, but despite her righteous tirade, she’s still fumbling to retrieve Dick Number Two’s cock from his pants. He is fighting her, trying to pull away to join his brother, who has just high tailed it out the front door.

  “Get out of my apartment, Sky, before I do something you will regret.” My tone is serious enough, she narrows her eyes before they flash with an idea; never a good thing with Sky.

  “You know Ethan, you don’t have to jack off in the shower. I am more than happy to help you out with that.” Her eyes widen and drift to the stretch in the front of my jeans. She sucks in her bottom lip and I feel my cock twitch at the invitation, because however angry I am at her break-in, I have just witnessed a live porn show and my dick doesn’t give a shit how pissed I am. “We could all go and have some fun in the spare room—-” Her voice is thick with lust and filth, and I am so fucking hard. I draw in a deeper breath. The last thing I need is more complications with Sky, even if my balls think otherwise. My voice is low but stern.

  “Leave, Sky…Now!” I stand back as she scrambles for her clothing, which is scattered around the kitchen. The Dick Number Two men is already at the door when she spins with fury and venom in her eyes.

  “You used to be such fun, Ethan; now you’re just another prick!” She roughly pulls her slip of a dress over her head, snatches her sandals and slams the door, but it’s a fire door, so it closes frustratingly slow. I let out an exhausted breath. I’m too tired to be dealing with this shit and now I have a hard-on from hell. Fan-fucking-tastic. I slump down on my sofa and unbuckle my belt, before I pull myself free, I think better of masturbating in the open plan living room when Sky still somehow has access. I don’t want to literally be caught with my dick in my hands. I kick my, jeans, underwear, and shoes off on my way to my bedroom, pulling my T-shirt over my head as I go.

  The door handle seems stiff when I realise its locked. What the fuck! I shake the handle and yell,

  “Open the fucking door!” I no longer contain my rage, not giving whoever has the audacity to lock themselves in my bedroom, time to comply with my demand. I step back and with one fierce kick I boot the door wide open. A sharp shrill scream competes with the sound of the cracking door frame and splintering wood.

  Not what I was expecting. The trembling girl in front of me, her white knuckles fiercely gripping the handle, though her hold is wobbly, is weakly waving my baseball bat at me. I step forward and swipe it from her grasp. She yelps and jumps back against the wall. Her dark blue eyes are wide with terror and I get a sudden pang in my chest that I’m causing her distress. I drop the bat and walk to my closet, all the while keeping my eyes fixed on her. She looks scared shitless, which is understandable. I guess I might look a little scared, if some strange naked guy crashed into my room. But this is my room and I’m not the stranger, she is. But yes, I’m naked and I need to fix that. I pick the first set of shorts I can find and slip them on. I can see her visibly relax and I like having done that.

  “Who are you?” Her voice waivers, but she coughs and straightens her shoulders in a display of faux confidence. It makes me smile which seems to irritate her.

  “My apartment, darling… I get to ask the questions.” My tone is clipped. Yeah, I can be irritated too. I have had way too little sleep and currently have a hard on that won’t go away. Her eyes keep dipping to take in the tent at m
y crotch, which honestly isn’t helping. “What are you doing in here? Taking a break from the performance?” She is almost naked herself. Her slim, bare legs peek below a skinny T-shirt that looks familiar. It’s mine or at least used to belong to a girl I went to school with. She must have left it here when she visited from University. It has St. Andrews University blazoned across the front, and it’s far too small to fit me. So apart from my clothing, she doesn’t appear to have anything else on; certainly not a bra. Interesting.

  “What?” Her shocked tone piqued with insult, halts my wayward thoughts.

  “Are you taking a break from the show I just broke up?” I speak slowly and I know my patronising tone is causing the fury to flash in her crystal blue eyes. I tip my head toward the other room, to highlight my point and the scene of the crime.

  “Oh absolutely! The locked door is all part of my foreplay!” She crosses her arms tightly around her chest, which just lifts her breasts that little bit higher.

  “It’s effective.” My face fails to hide my amusement. “Rude to point.” I fail again to hold in a laugh, but then I’m not really trying. This is the most fun I have had in a long time. She instantly cups the offending nipples with her hands and flashes bright red.

  “Oh, my God! Sky said you were cool, but you’re actually an arsehole!” Her haughty tone, however, is my breaking point. I stride over to her and grab her elbow. She yelps at my tight grip and I easily drag her from my room. There is practically nothing to her—-except delicate, soft skin under my fingertips, masses of unruly, dark chestnut waves, and fierce piercing blue eyes. I open the front door and unceremoniously deposit her outside on the landing in her bare feet. I’m closing the door—-

  “Wait!” She screeches. I hold the door and regard her coolly through the gap. “My clothes…all my clothes are in your washing machine.”

  “Why?” I am confused, but she looks like I have just asked the dumbest question.

  “I used you laundry facilities. Sky said I could. I’ll pay for the washing tablet, but I need my clothes. You have them all ….” She bites her words out and I fight back a grin. She is in no position to be snarky with me.

  “Not all your clothes.” I casually glance at the T-shirt she has borrowed from one of my drawers.

  Her eyes dip to where my gaze is focused and she tugs at the material for emphasis. “This is yours…I just used it while mine was washing. Everything I own is in your machine!” She is fighting her frustration. I can see the open hostility in her glare, and the way she is biting her cheek to physically stop herself from speaking. She is just itching to rip my fucking bollocks off.

  “You’re right…that is my T-shirt.” I cup my hand in the universal sign language of ‘hand it over’. The shock on her face is priceless.

  “What? No!” She shouts out indignantly. Couple that with the haughty look and her air of stubborn arrogance, just brings out the best in me. “My T-shirt. You either give it to me, or I will take it from you.” I grin and she takes a step back, then crosses her arms once more. It’s cute, her tiny frame trying to emanate any kind of barrier.

  “You wouldn’t?” Her voice is a whisper and her eyes are wide like saucers—-deep blue mesmerising saucers. I step up to her, but don’t say a single word. I silently wait…and wait. Her eyes narrow and she huffs. “You’re an arsehole, you know that?” I wait some more… “Fine!” She steps away, creating enough space to roughly pull the T-shirt from her body before flinging it with some considerable force at my face. Not the first time today I catch the missile aimed at my head, but this time I hold it. She has cupped her breasts. I was right, no bra. My eyes flick down her body and my mouth slides into the smuggest smile I can manage.

  “No…no, please.” Her breathy pleas go straight to my cock, which would be caged in a pair of loose fitted boxer shorts but she is wearing them. Well, she is wearing a pair of them at least. Even with the tight elasticated waist, the oversized underwear hangs deliciously from her slender hips. Her delicate curves are no match for the might of gravity pulling the shorts further down her body exposing even more skin.

  “Oh dear,” I say solemnly, but with no remorse. “Those would be mine as well, I believe hmmm?” I tap my finger lightly on my chin, as if pondering this great conundrum. “What to do? What to do?”

  “Please, Ethan.” My name on her lips sounds…strange…familiar…sexy. I like it and fuck, I could get used to her pleading.

  “I’m nothing, if I’m not a gentleman.” I offer, but just as she steps forward misunderstanding the limits of my chivalry, I push the door closed in her face. I let her keep the pants.

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  I met my husband when I was sixteen and I feel for him because there is no way I am the same person he fell in love with but after twenty ahem… something years perhaps I’m not so bad. He now has a wife that can name her favourite porn star…research of course, never says no…and knows a thing or two about …probably too much ;). He may not ‘get’ what I do but he is a little more tolerant of the voices in my head because now they appear on paper. I love, love writing and hope to be able to do this until I am very old and grey…growing old disgracefully..and dee-spicably, always…xdee

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