Yank

by Selena Kitt

  That thought had my cock throbbing and I reached a hand down to quell the ache a little.

  She didn’t stop. “You fucked me hard, right from the first.” Julie sighed and opened wider when my fingers found their way through her wet, pink flesh, parting the dark, curly hair and probing. “And every time you…oh!” My fingers slid in deep and she shuddered, clutching me. “Every time you shoved into me, you said ‘Bad!’… mmmmm… like that…” She moved her hips in circles, her pussy squeezing my fingers. “Just like that… you kept saying, ‘bad, bad, bad’…”

  “I’m the bad one,” I confessed, feeling somehow connected to her dream. Had I been punishing her somehow for what I had done with Dawn? “Julie, I wish she hadn’t told you…”

  “I’m glad she told me,” she insisted, putting her hand over mine between her thighs. “I don’t want to have any secrets between us.”

  “Christ!” I shook my head, blinking at her. “This isn’t a secret, it’s a… betrayal. Don’t you feel betrayed?”

  “No.” She rocked, rocked, her eyes half-closed. “Our future starts now, not then.”

  “You don’t find me a horrible person?”

  “Rather not…” She smiled. “I just want to know one thing.” I knew what the question was and I didn’t want to answer it. I was afraid of my response. “Do you want to keep on with her?”

  Fuck. Did I? My head was filled with Dawn’s mischievous smile, her full hips, her nasty talk and hot fucking ways…

  “No.” I lied. I lied and tried to make myself believe the lie. “I don’t want her.” The truth was a little deeper than that. I can’t have her. “Especially with you in my bed.”

  “My bed,” she reminded me. “But I don’t see why it can’t be yours too.”

  I understood immediately what she was proposing. “What about your roommate?”

  “My roommate’s easy…in every sense of the word.” Julie smiled, leaning in to whisper into my ear. “And she bats for both sides…”

  It took me a moment to understand the full meaning of what she was saying. Joanna liked fillies as well as blokes? My eyes widened and I stared. I was gob smacked.

  “Yes,” Julie nodded, her eyes bright, her hand still rocking over mine, driving my fingers into her wetness, and I knew she was answering my unasked question, not just exclaiming over the sensation between her legs. Feeling stunned, my cock harder than it had ever been in my life, I slid between her thighs to reward her for her understanding, her acceptance. I licked her pussy like I was begging for absolution, seeking redemption, and in part, I was.

  “Oh yes, yes!” she murmured, reaching down to spread her lips wide so I could delve deep with my tongue, my nose rubbing against the nub of her clit. Her taste was darker, stronger—god, I didn’t want to keep comparing them. I shoved the thought out of my head, just focusing on her clit, watching her belly undulate as her hips rolled, her hands cupping her own breasts, pulling at her nipples. My cock pressed hard against the bedclothes and I fucked them slowly, watching her and imagining my cock sliding into the wetness my fingers were probing.

  “Oh fuck, fuck, that’s it! That’s so fucking it!” Her hips shot up against my mouth and I had to grab her with both hands, lashing my tongue over her pussy with great fervor, working hard for her come, wanting it, and she gave it to me in hot, rolling waves, her whole body shuddering with pleasure. She came down slowly, whispering, “Oh… oh… ohhh,” her head going back and forth on the pillow. I was dizzy with lust, blind with it, and I sucked my fingers, drenched in her juices.

  “I want to fuck you,” I told her, grabbing her hips and rolling her quickly to her belly. I wanted to see that tattoo, watch it while she fucked back against my aching cock. She gasped but acquiesced, lifting her arse in the air, using two fingers from underneath to spread her lips, showing me the way—but my cock already knew. I let him lead, closing my eyes and just driving forward, finding that sweet, wet hole and thrusting deep.

  “Oh god!” She moaned, and I felt her fingers stay there, rubbing at her little clit. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and I grasped her hips for leverage, my thumbs rubbing over that black lightning tattoo, massaging and spreading it as I began to fuck her. She was hot inside, very tight and oh-so-sweet, like driving into wet silk, and I rolled my hips, trying to hold out a little. The head of my cock felt the size of a football shoved inside her, rubbing into the soft niches of her flesh.

  “Ahhhh yes,” I groaned, feeling her pussy squeeze my length. “You feel so fucking good!”

  “You like that?” She rolled her hips in circles to match mine, squeezing her pussy and releasing, driving me batty. “Feel good all over that hard cock?”

  “Fuck!” I tried to hold it, I tried, but her pussy clenched and clenched, milking me.

  “I love you fucking me,” she moaned, slapping back against me, my balls brushing her hand where she was furiously rubbing her clit. “That’s it! Harder! Fuck that pussy hard, baby!”

  Oh, bloody fucking hell. There was no holding out. I couldn’t possibly.

  “Julie!” I cried out her name, reassuring myself, knowing it was Julie’s body writhing against me, Julie’s cunt squeezing me and on the verge of coming again too. “Oh fuck, Julie, you’re going to make me come!”

  She moaned, reaching back to feel my cock plunging into her. “Come all over my arse!” she begged me. “I want to feel it!”

  Oh damn. I was right there! I jerked myself quickly out of the wet warmth of her cunt, and the first blast hit the fingers she was using to bring herself off. She gasped in surprise, then moaned and began to shudder, her arse rolling with her orgasm. I knew she was coming too, because she told me.

  “Oh yesss! Coming! Coming!” She shook with it. I watched her body roll and grabbed my spurting cock, aiming it last-minute at her arse, shooting thick, white streams over the hot splash of her tattoo, watching it drip down in clearish white streams, my cock jerking, my balls so tight, drawn up to empty their load completely, every spasm bringing a delicious shudder of pleasure.

  The first thing I wanted to ask, once I could breathe and speak normally again, was if Julie had really been trying to tell me that she’d had a threesome involving her roommate. But I couldn’t get up the nerve. Instead, we took a long, hot shower, soaping each other up. It was sexy and sweet, but I was too hungry and too worried about what might be going on at home to think about having another go.

  “What do you want for brekkie?” Julie stood on one foot in front of the open refrigerator when I came in wearing just my trousers and drying my hair with a towel.

  “Food,” I replied, sitting at the table. “Hungry!’

  “How about a fry-up?” Julie starting pulling things out of the refrigerator. “Eggs and sausages?”

  “Sounds fantastic.” I glanced over at the phone, knowing I should call, but not wanting to. It was ten in the morning and my mum was going to be furious. I was surprised she hadn’t rung already, off her head. “Can I use your phone?”

  Julie glanced over, smiling. “Got to call your mum?”

  “If I don’t, I’m gonna be completely jaspered.” I didn’t tell her I was worried maybe Mum had seen or heard something she shouldn’t have. As comfortable as Julie seemed about knowing I’d slept with Dawn, I still just wasn’t all that used to the idea yet.

  “Mum?”

  “David? Oh good,” she said. I blinked at the phone. She didn’t sound mad at all. “Are you at Julie’s then?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Good.” Good again? What in the bloody hell was going on? “Just be home at a decent time tonight.”

  “Yeah,” I repeated, knowing my voice sounded strange, rather strangled, but I couldn’t help it. I’d already stayed out all night long, and not only was she not pitching a fit, she wasn’t insisting I come home immediately to accept my punishment! Who was this woman, and what had she done with my mum?

  “Bye, then!” With that, Mum hung up.

  That was it? I st
ared at Julie, bewildered. The thing in my belly that had been there since Dawn and I had started up was churning.

  “How did it go?” Julie was frying up eggs.

  “Mum wasn’t upset.” I stared at the phone in my hand, still incredulous. “Said I should just get home at a decent hour tonight.”

  “That’s rare, then?” She reached for the salt and pepper, and I couldn’t help notice how her t-shirt rode up, showing me the curve of her bottom.

  “Rare as rocking horse shit,” I agreed. There was something wrong with this picture. I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

  ”Well, then, we have all day.” She winked at me, stirring the sausages in another pan. “Joanna won’t be back until late tonight.”

  I put the phone on the table and went over to her. “Maybe we should kick her out for the whole week,” I said, kissing her neck. She turned her head to let me, and I swear if she was a cat, she would have purred. “Just stay in bed.”

  She laughed. I loved that laugh. “You’re going to get me sacked! Just because you don’t have a job…”

  “I’m going to have to find one.” I sighed, burying my face in and breathing the scent of her clean hair. “Dad’s threatening to cut off my pocket money starting next week.”

  “You’ll find one.” She flipped the eggs. “You’re resourceful.”

  “That’s true.” I peered over her shoulder, sliding my hands around to cup her breasts and thumb her nipples. “I’m also hungry. Let’s eat!”

  “Mmmm!” She shivered, pressing her bottom back against me. “Hold your horses, sexy. Everything in due time.”

  Everything.

  That’s what I wanted.

  Everything.

  And that’s just what I couldn’t have.

  * * * *

  “Mum?”

  She was sitting on the sofa when I came in, flipping through the telly. I could count on one hand the times I’d seen my mum just sitting in front of the telly.

  “Oh, there you are.” She smiled at me, but she seemed distracted. “Did you have fun at Julie’s?”

  Fun? What I’d had at Julie’s couldn’t be called anything but, I suppose, but she said it like I was five and coming home from a play date at a friend’s house. She had to have known what we were doing.

  “Uh…yeah.” It was a Sunday evening and I expected my dad to be the one on the sofa snoozing in front of the telly, Dawn to be up in her room playing music loud enough for my mum to tell her to turn it down while she read a book in the chair next to my dad… “Where is everyone?”

  Mum shrugged. “Out.”

  I decided not to press my luck and went upstairs, glancing at Dawn’s room at the end of the hall just out of habit as I opened my bedroom door. What I saw made me stop and stare.

  Her door was open, but there was nothing in it. Nothing—her bed, her desk, her computer, her stereo, even the posters of Sting on the wall. It was all gone. I had to check for myself I wasn’t hallucinating, going past Mum and Dad’s closed bedroom door and pushing Dawn’s door fully open.

  The carpet was blue, the walls covered with a shiny white wallpaper, like striped satin. The curtains were the blue roses my mum had picked to make the office “look pretty.” It looked like just any old room now that her stuff was out of it.

  And just what was her stuff doing out of it?

  I bounded down the stairs, and Mum turned her face to me as I stopped in front of her. “Mum? Where’s all Dawn’s stuff?”

  She didn’t even blink. “Oh, she’s moved into Laurie’s flat.”

  My heart sunk and I just knew…Mum had heard. Had heard, and had acted, quickly and cleanly, kicking Dawn out of the house. No wonder she hadn’t cared how long I stayed at Jules’!

  “Is she there now?”

  Mum shook her head, going back to the telly. “She’s at the health club, giving her notice.”

  “Her…” Notice? She’s quitting her job?

  Mum ignored my confusion. “Laurie’s got her in. They needed another shop assistant.”

  “I’m going out.” I couldn’t think. I needed to see Dawn, talk to her…

  “Again?”

  “I’ll be back in an hour.”

  At least, I thought I would.

  * * * *

  She was coming out as I was going in. We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, the weight of what we’d done, how we felt, what we knew, hovering over us like an anvil. And then it fell. She threw her arms around me and I held her, right there in front of the health club with people walking in and out around us.

  “I’m so sorry, David,” she whispered against my neck, and I felt the hot wetness of her tears.

  “We need to go somewhere.” I meant away from the entrance of the health club—at least, that’s what I meant out loud. What I really meant was we had to go away together, run away somewhere, live happily ever after.

  “Come on.” She took my hand and led me around the side of the building. Parking was in back, so it was quiet here, and she squeezed my hand as she stopped. “Your mum knows.”

  I nodded. “I know.”

  “Did she say anything to you?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “What did she say to you?”

  “She told me she and your dad had talked about it and decided I needed to find my own place.”

  I stared at her. “Did she say…she heard…or saw…?”

  “Your mum?” Dawn snorted. “She’d never. No…she just said she’d already talked to Laurie, who said I could move in with her. Your dad rented a truck and helped me move my stuff. It happened…very fast.”

  “Overnight!” I shook my head, shoving my hands into my pockets. “She told me to stay at…”

  “Julie’s.” Dawn swallowed, looking at me. “David, I did an awful thing…”

  “More awful than what we’ve been doing?”

  “That hasn’t been awful!” She slipped her arms around me, resting her head against my chest. “Do you think it’s been awful?”

  I didn’t want to tell her how amazing, how beautiful, how incredible… “I know you told Jules.”

  “Oh, David, I’m so sorry.”

  I kissed the top of her blonde head. “She doesn’t care.”

  “She’s…” I felt her sobs. She was doing it silently, as if I wouldn’t know. I wanted to make it all okay and I just couldn’t. She gave a hitching breath and said, “She’ll be good for you.”

  She smiled, a brave-girl sort of smile, the kind she always gave me whenever my mum and dad were fighting when we were little and she was trying to cheer me up and let me know it was all going to be okay.

  “I don’t want…” I lifted her face in my hands, kissed the tears off her cheeks. Her eyes said everything and I knew mine must too. “Oh Dawnie, I want you. I can’t help it, I do.”

  “I want you too,” she whispered. I kissed her, tasting the salt of her tears, licking it from her lips. I didn’t want any evidence of pain left when we were through. “But I have something else to tell you. I’ve been so stupid. My parents are moving to Turkey and I thought I could stay here if…if…”

  “What?” I stared at her, the puzzle pieces falling into place. “Oh my god, Dawnie. Is that what all this was about?”

  “At first, I guess it was.” She trembled in my arms as if it were cold outside instead of a warm summer evening. “But it isn’t anymore. Not anymore.”

  I couldn’t believe it. I had to say it out loud. “You were fucking me so you could stay in the country?”

  “It was stupid, I know. I thought maybe if someone would marry me…” She bit her lip. “You or Ken maybe…”

  “Ken?” I scoffed. “You would have married Ken?”

  “I was desperate!” She moved away, wiping at her cheeks with her hands, trying to compose herself. “And now I’ve ruined everything. You hate me. Your parents hate me. Study Abroad is going to kick me out for sure…and I’m going to have to move to Turkey!”

  “I don’t
hate you.” I was too full of emotion not to confess it. “Dawn, I love you.”

  “You do?”

  “I’d marry you tomorrow if it would keep you with me.” I reached out to clasp her hand, wanting more of her and afraid to ask for it.

  “You would?” She squeezed back.

  “I don’t even care if you don’t love me. I don’t care.” It was true. I loved her and it was all that mattered.

  “But I do.” Her eyes tilted up at me. “Oh David, I’ve always loved you.”

  “Then marry me.” I reached for her without thinking, wrapping her up in my arms.

  “But…” She gaped up at me at this proposal. “You don’t even have a job!”

  “Oh bloody hell!” I rolled my eyes. “Are you going to start in on that too?”

  She grinned. “You know, I gave my notice here and talked you up quite a bit. My boss was very interested. The job’s probably yours if you want it.”

  “So I can slut around at the health club all day and call it working?” I pulled her into the saddle of my hips, seeing her eyes light up.

  “I don’t care what you do,” she murmured as I kissed her breathless. “As long as you come home to me at night.”

  The End

  ABOUT SELENA KITT

  Selena Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic and romance fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million books sold!

  Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

  When she's not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family--a husband and four children--and her growing organic garden. She does bellydancing and photography, and she loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing kitty cat.

  Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of "exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind" (without author's name available.)