Zandor

by M. J. Fields

  “Don’t…”

  “No, that’s not what I’m saying okay, it’s not you, it’s how you make me feel. Dex was caring and attentive at first and then things changed. After he learned about me he looked at me differently. He wasn’t a bad guy until he knew me, the real me. You’ll do the same Zandor. You already are.”

  “I’m fucking trying to tell you none of that shit matters. None of it makes me look at you any differently than I did the day you walked into the shop.”

  She rolled to her side, her back to me. “I am going to go home and get some sleep.”

  She started to get off the bed and I grabbed her. “No fucking way!”

  “You can’t make me stay, Zandor,” she said as I pulled her back down.

  No, I couldn’t make her stay but I fucking wanted to. I wanted to tie her ass up and not just to fuck her either. I didn’t want her to be treated like scum by two pieces of shit.

  “He’s gonna hurt you.”

  “My father?”

  “No, Dex.”

  “He says he loves me, Zandor. He wants to get back together.”

  I let go of her, it was instinct to pull back. “So why did you even fucking bother coming back here?”

  I fucking knew something was wrong with the way she was acting. Not while I was touching her, not while I was kissing her. I had her then, no doubt about it.

  “I didn’t know.” She stood and I walked into the bathroom.

  “I know, you needed to get fucked. Take your clothes and just go, thanks for the illusion.” I grabbed my boxers and pulled them on. I looked up and she was staring at me. “I’ll call you a cab.” I walked over and grabbed her phone and saw four missed messages from Bryant Dexter, “Your boyfriend messaged.”

  I had never felt so angry in my life. I was pissed at her father, her fucking BOYFRIEND and her. I was pissed at myself, too. I always prided myself on the fact that I knew women not only physically but I could read their body language and mannerisms. I was way fucking off with her.

  “He’s not my boyfriend,” she whispered.

  “Tell yourself whatever you want. There’s a term for what’s going on with you. You’re an enabler.”

  “Is that what I am?”

  “Apparently, and fuck if I wasn’t wrong about you. Thanks for the lesson.” I grabbed my shirt and threw it on.

  I stood all pissed off looking at her.

  “I need to make sure my father’s okay.”

  “Well that’s great, Bekah.”

  “I thought you might understand something like that. That’s why I came. I …never mind.”

  “No, let’s hear it!” Damn, I was gonna lose it.

  “I won’t fight with you.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I like you! Because I think you’re a nice person. Because just like everything else in my life I screwed up being a friend to someone who has treated me decently. I’m poison, Zandor!”

  “Are you gonna fuck him?”

  “No I told you I’m staying to help my father. You may think I’m an idiot and I just may be, but I’m not heartless. You know what? Fuck you!”

  I grabbed her coat away from her and threw it to the side. “Ladies don’t FUCKING TALK LIKE THAT.”

  She went and grabbed them. “I’m not a fucking lady!”

  I picked her ass up and threw her on the bed. “Why the fuck did you come here?”

  She pulled her knees up to her chest and buried her head. “I needed you!”

  She was shaking. “Then don’t fucking pull this shit, Bekah!”

  I grabbed her and laid her down and laid next to her.

  “I’m staying here to help my father.”

  “Then I will too. I can make him like me.” I was rubbing her back harder than I should but I was so amped up I couldn’t control it.

  She looked back at me. “Not now okay?”

  She was crying, of course she was. I was a fucking ass.

  “I can’t leave you here alone.”

  “I can’t have you here in a hotel while I’m trying to take care of him.”

  “Why? Shit sorry, I’m really not trying to be a fucking ass, Bekah. But I don’t think I can leave.” I wiped her tear away.

  “I’ll be fine.”

  “And you won’t fuck that …” I couldn’t even say his name.

  “No, of course not.”

  I wanted to ask if it was because he was a piece of shit or because of me but that wasn’t gonna happen.

  “I trust you, not him.”

  She smiled a little. “You threw me on a bed.”

  “Yeah, I didn’t hurt you though.”

  She shook her head no.

  “Good ‘cause I’d have to kick my own ass for that.”

  She closed her eye.

  “You tired ?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Will you stay with me tonight?”

  “Yes.”

  I closed my eyes and gave a little thanks to the good Lord and then I felt her lips on mine.

  I didn’t move I just opened my eyes and she looked fucking beat.

  “Just stay like this?”

  She shook her head no.

  “I promise to always be honest with you, just do the same, please.”

  She nodded and my hand moved up her shirt. “This alright?”

  “Please,” her lips whispered against mine.

  I was going to take my time with her. I was going to make her walk out of here tomorrow knowing how I felt and missing everything about me.

  I took her lips between mine, slowly tasting and sucking on them. I held the back of her head firmly and slowly eased my tongue in between her lips. I licked her tongue in slow strokes, up then down, up then down. Her hand was in my hair holding on as I continued tasting her sweet minty wet mouth. Her hips began to move beneath me and her legs spread making more room for me. I reached behind me and pulled my shirt up and took my mouth off of hers to remove my shirt.

  I kissed her again and she moaned into my mouth. I pulled away, startling her again as I unbuttoned her shirt. After each button was open, I kissed her exposed flesh, slowly, softly, with no urgency. I took my time with her, licking, sucking, teasing, every inch of the tits I knew I was in love with. I laid my lips above her heart and felt its beat intensify as I looked up into her eyes.

  “Your heart, Bekah, is a beautiful thing, let me guard it.”

  She closed her eyes and moaned, arching her back into me.

  I slowly made my way down to her thong and pulled it down kissing her from hip to hip as she tried to lay still, tense and wanting. I threw it to the floor. I kissed up her ankle, kissed her sweet little lips, and I couldn’t help but give them a lick.

  I looked up at her watching me. “Tell me what you want from me, beautiful Bekah.”

  “I want you inside of me,” she panted.

  I kissed up her stomach and knelt between her legs and rubbed my tip against her clit. “Nice and wet, Bekah, you don’t disappoint.”

  I eased a finger inside of her and stretched her. I pulled my finger from her and sucked it. “I’m a selfish lover, Kitten, and I just needed a taste of your sweet pussy’s milk. Now I’ll give you what you want.”

  “Please,” she was breathless.

  “Anything for you.” I rubbed her with my cock, lubricating it in her saturated slit.

  Slowly I pushed inside her stilling as she moved her hips against me making room for me. Each inch I fed into her, she savored. The moans of pleasure weren’t making it easy to control myself from slamming into her and fucking her until she screamed my name. But I was on a mission, one that would leave her remembering every fucking minute of tonight.

  When I was in as far as I could get I leaned down and kissed her. Little wet kisses, not giving her my tongue.

  “Beautiful.” I pushed into her harder and her head rolled to the side as she clenched around me. “That’s it Kitten. Feel me inside you taking you? Pleasuring you, as you pleasure me?” />
  “Yes, oh God yes,” she moaned.

  “I love the way you feel around me, squeezing me, milking me, and making me want to cum too soon.”

  I felt her contract and her thighs tightened so I slowed down. Her head was turned away from me and her mouth was open as she softy moaned.

  I slowly turned her so she was on top of me.

  “I want you to ride me, Kitten.”

  She sat up and yelled out. I guided her hips up and down sliding her back and forth. She was on the edge. I held her hands up against mine. Her breath quickened and moans became cries of pleasure.

  “Take it Kitten, take what you want.”

  “Oh God yes, oh fuck! Zandor!”

  “What’s my name?”

  “Zandor, oh God, Zandor!”

  “That’s it, Kitten.” Don’t you fucking forget it!

  She was riding me hard as I held her hands, keeping her from buckling as she came loudly on top of me.

  I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. She was panting and motionless and I was not done yet. I planted my feet on the ground and lifted her slamming her down against me.

  “Oh Zandor, oh God!”

  “That’s right. I’ll fuck you like no one has, and you’ll cum like never before!”

  Up and down. I hissed when she began moving with me taking my cock deeper into her as she cried out for more.

  “You’re. So. Good.” She said as I thrust into her again.

  “You too, Kitten.” I groaned as I lowered my head and sucked on her tits…hard.

  “More, oh Zandor, please more,” she yelled out.

  I shoved my fingers into her mouth. “Suck.”

  And she did. I loved the way she sounded as my fingers were crammed in her mouth. She let go of me and held my hand as she sucked greedily on me. I was fighting like crazy to not erupt inside of her yet.

  I pulled my hand free and grabbed her from behind pulling her tighter against me so that there was no space.

  I ran my hand down her ass and gripped it firmly as I kissed her hard, finally giving her my tongue. She was pulling the fuck out of my hair, cursing and on the edge of orgasm again.

  I pulled her ass cheeks apart and ran my fingers down feeling my cock inside of her.

  “Oh God, oh yes,” she bit my shoulder as I rubbed the area between her pussy and fifth base, yeah fifth base. That’s better than a homerun. A fucking privilege.

  I ran my pinky around her rim, and she moaned.

  “Say yes.”

  “Zandor,” she panted as I continued thrusting my cock into her drenched pussy.

  “Trust me with your body, Kitten. I’m here to pleasure you, not hurt you.” I lifted her chin. “I want to take every part of you.”

  “I’ve never…Oh God!” She yelled as I thrust into her pussy again.

  “Trust me.”

  She nodded.

  “I will claim every part of you. Your body is mine Kitten, and mine is yours.”

  “Yes, oh yes!”

  I pushed the tip of my pinky into her from behind and she gasped. “No more than you can take Kitten, relax and feel the pleasure.”

  I kissed her and thrust my cock into her again. “Ride it, take it, feel it…”

  “Oh yes.” She pushed into my cock and then rolled her hips, pushing against my finger and my cock.

  “You’re so full of me now, feel me, take me, and ride me.”

  “Fuck yes, I feel so…oh fuck!” She clamped down on my shoulder and screamed into my skin as she came.

  I pushed into her harder, making her cum again as I fucked her from front and from behind until I couldn’t hold back.

  I flipped her over dragging her to the edge of the bed onto her stomach and slammed into her pussy hard over and over again until I exploded inside of her.

  I bent over her body trying to catch my breath kissing her. “You rock my world, Kitten. Like no one else before you has.”

  “Mmm,” she purred.

  “Mmm,” I responded.

  I pulled myself up and kissed down her back. Begrudgingly removing my cock from her hot cum-filled pussy I kissed her sweet round ass and nipped it and she moaned. To claim her further I ran my tongue between her cheeks and gave her tight puckered little hole a harsh lick and she gasped.

  “Every part of you.” I playfully smacked her ass and then flopped over onto my back next to her.

  Her head was buried in the mattress, ass still in the air. “You alive under there?” I pulled her blonde damp hair away from her face and she blushed. “Look at you.”

  She closed her eyes. “Barely alive.”

  “Perfect.” I pulled her up and grabbed her leg and dragged it across my body.

  I was kissing her head, her hair, and her face as I rubbed her back.

  “I should use the bathroom.” She started to get up.

  “Not yet, stay awhile.” I held her tighter.

  “Zandor, I have a mess to clean up.” She looked up at me and her face turned bright red.

  “A mess?”

  “What goes up must come down, law of gravity.” She smirked and then buried her head in my chest and sighed.

  “You talking about this.” I pushed a finger inside of her.

  “Zandor!”

  “Not a mess, Kitten. Very thick, though.” I moved my finger around in circles. “I could finger paint with our …”

  She laughed. “You’re not right!”

  “Nothing else has every felt so right, Bekah.”

  I held her closer and dragged my finger down her thigh, spreading more of me on her and then inside her again for more.

  She was quiet, too quiet. “Talk to me.”

  She took a moment, collecting her thoughts I suppose. “I need a shower.”

  “Yeah okay, me too.”

  I kissed her face. At least fifty little playful kisses trying to keep the atmosphere in this room happy. I liked carefree Bekah, I liked her a lot.

  “Can my finger stay in here?” I nipped her neck.

  “Nu uh.” she giggled.

  “It really likes it in here.” I curled my finger, pushing quickly in just the right spot.

  She giggled again and then pulled away from me.

  I held my finger up and looked at her. “Check us out. All wet and sticky.”

  She grabbed the blanket and rolled her eyes, trying to hold back a smile. “You, Zandor Steel, are a very dirty boy.”

  “You, Bekah George, bring out the best in me.” I sat up and touched her lips with my finger.

  “Zandor!”

  I kissed her and licked her lips. “Delicious.” I pulled her up. “Quick shower and then back to bed.”

  “Zandor I…”

  “To sleep, and cuddle?”

  She let out a deep breath and nodded.

  “Thank you, Kitten.”

  It’s Not About The Money

  Bekah

  He was holding onto me so tight as he slept. He was on his side with one arm under his head and his other arm around my waist. Each time I moved a little, he pulled my back tighter against his chest.

  I had set my alarm for five thirty, which would give me enough time to go home and change before heading back to the hospital. He had sent my clothes to be laundered, which was thoughtful but didn’t coincide with my plans.

  I was waking up every hour, afraid I would oversleep. He would open his sleepy, sandy-brown eyes and look at me each time and ask if I was all right. Of course, I told him yes.

  “Then sleep, Kitten, you have a long day ahead of you.”

  His voice was different. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was tired or upset. Of course that stupid girl inside of me, the one I had been fighting with for what seemed like ever, believed he needed me as much as I needed him. You know the girl who reads into everything and romanticizes that life would really be good when past experience has proven that it’s just a dream induced by…bullshit.

  “Kitten.” He kissed my cheek. “Sleep, just sleep, I se
t my alarm too, you’ll wake up.”

  I rolled to my stomach and then looked over at him. “Okay.”

  “Okay?”

  I smiled. “Yes, okay.”

  “Just a week, and then you promise right?”

  Oh God, it was hurt and it showed in his eyes. I couldn’t help myself, I leaned over and kissed him and he closed his eyes and smiled. “You better stop that or neither of us will get any rest.”

  I rolled to my side facing him and hugged him tight. “Lets sleep.”

  He chuckled. “Brilliant idea, why didn’t I think of that?”

  I leaned back so I could see him. Even though the room was only lit by the moonlight, I could see his sleepy eyes relax and twinkle. Oh God, he would ruin me.

  I leaned forward and kissed him and then buried my head into his neck.

  “Right where you belong.”

  The next time I woke, he was out for the count. I grabbed a pillow and put it between us as I slowly moved away. I stood and he made a noise and held the pillow, his Henry, close to him.

  I grabbed his sweatshirt and running pants and threw them on. I sat and wrote him a letter.

  If he woke, I’d tell him I was cold.

  Zandor,

  As always, last night with you was perfect. I don’t want to ruin that memory with the inevitable argument that will come in the morning. I want you to remember the night untarnished as you drive home today and I need to be strong right now.

  Please don’t be angry. You truly are amazing.

  Although I know you’re going to feel like this was devious, my intentions were nothing but good. Call when you’re done being angry, before you leave.

  Drive safe, Zandor, and I will see you in a week.

  ~Bekah~

  I grabbed my phone off his charger, and plugged his in and turned off his alarm. I set the note on the nightstand and fought against every part of me not to lean over and give him a kiss. I closed the curtain making sure it stayed dark so that he could sleep in. He had a long drive and if anything happened to him I would never be able to forgive myself.

  ~

  I walked off the elevator and onto the coronary care unit wing of the hospital and saw Dex pacing outside my father’s room. Great, this should be fun.

  I put my best foot forward to be the Bekah that they all needed me to be. The smiling, grateful, chipper, I’ll do whatever ya’ll need to be done Bekah. The one who gives everything to please the people around her who take pleasure in making her feel less deserving.