Sass

by Laramie Briscoe

  Her eyes meet mine. “Let me give you a good memory, baby,” she coos. “Let me show you how this should be done. I want to know every time I wear this lipstick you think about this night here in Hank’s parking lot.” She tugs down my boxer briefs and jeans. “Remember what good head I gave to you. Replace the bad with the good.”

  Fuck it, why am I fighting against this? I use the back of the seat and the running board to help me lift my hips up so I can allow her to pull my clothes down to my knees. “If I get partially naked, then you do too, sweetheart.”

  Reaching down, I pull her tank top over her head; leaving her in the one of the hottest bras I’ve ever seen her wear. It’s cut so low I can almost see her areola just from the movement of her chest. Her hand fists my cock, and she flashes a look up at me, a smirk showing on those red-lined lips before she bends over at the waist and envelopes me in her warm mouth.

  “Fuck.” I bite out harshly against gritted teeth, immediately shoving my fingers into her hair, pulling her down tighter against me. I forgot how fucking good this felt.

  Sass

  Wrapping my lips around his length feels like I’ve won a battle. It’s something I have he never wanted to give, and to know he finally feels comfortable enough to do that makes me feel like the winner of the lottery. Using my hand, I run it up and down the part I can’t fit in my mouth as I allow my throat to relax and take him deeper into the back.

  His fingers are digging into my scalp, holding me down as he thrusts his hips up towards me, and I love it, because that means he’s into it. Whatever preconceived notion he’s had about it, whatever hang up prevented him from letting me do it before seems to be gone. I moan as I slip further down, using my tongue to run across the head, holding him in my mouth as I suck harder.

  “Sass, that feels so good.”

  His hands work against my bra; he’s pulling the cups down and exposing my tits to the night air. He pulls them forward, using them to envelope his cock as he pulls my mouth off of him.

  “Just a second.” He breathes deeply, panting. “Let me do this for just a second.”

  And he glides his wet length between my breasts, pushing up into them, fucking them hard. The look of concentration on his face is hot, especially when he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. Eventually he opens his eyes and takes it all in.

  “This is the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen, Sass. I can’t believe you’re lettin’ me titty-fuck you in the parking lot of Hank’s bar.”

  Neither can I, but this is the length I will go to in order to make this man happy. In order to let him know I trust him with every part of my being. He looks as if he’s fighting something and then stops. “Your mouth again, please.” He gulps a huge breath of air, and it takes a lot for him to ask this of me. I see he’s grappling with the thoughts. It’s probably a mental block he never thought he’d be able to get over. I’m proud of him; he’s done it.

  I offer him another smirk as I lean up to kiss him on the lips. I pull back, and before I go down again, I give him words that I’ve been wanting to give for a long time. “This is completely my pleasure, babe, and this time…don’t stop until you come. I’ll take it.” The promise is there in my voice, and the way his eyes heat up, I know I’ve said the right thing.

  This isn’t about me, has never been about me, and it feels amazing to know I can be this selfless with him. That he’ll take it and realize it’s because I want to do it, not because I have to. This time when I go down, my mouth and throat are already relaxed, and I don’t have to work his cock in the way I had to before. I immediately take him, bottoming out on the first push downward.

  “Son of a bitch.” He growls above me.

  I don’t think he was expecting that, so I pull back and do it again. My goal tonight is to completely rock his world. Using my free hand, I reach down and cup his balls in between my fingers. They tighten as I slowly pull them away from his body. Glancing up, I notice he’s leaning back in the seat, almost lying completely down as he shoves his hips towards me. He’s still got one hand tangled in my hair, holding me down over top of him, and the other is gripping the back of the seat. His abs expand and contract, mesmerizing me, as his stomach works overtime getting breath inside his lungs.

  “Sass, fuck, I’m almost there,” he warns me, his hips pumping faster.

  Knowing he’s closer, I double my efforts, running my tongue up and down his length, using my saliva to give me more lubrication, and digging my nails into his thighs. I urge him as I pull my mouth up, almost off, and then slide back down, hard.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he’s chanting, as his balls draw up tight to his body, and I want him to come more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. Sucking extra hard, I hollow out my cheeks, he moans, and his heat spills down my throat.

  His fingers grip in my hair, pulling tightly, holding me there as I take everything he’s got to give. As I swallow, I feel like I’ve run a marathon. Finally lifting my mouth off of him, I rest it on his stomach, hearing his labored breathing, and give myself a pat on the back.

  Something tells me this may have been the most important blowjob of my life.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Sass

  This day has been forever long; I’m tired and a little hung over. Instead of being at work, I want to be with Reed. He let me break down the final wall he’d been holding onto when he let me give him the blowjob last night. I’ve wanted nothing more all day than to leave work and go to his house to be with him. That thought is what’s getting me through the day.

  The late night out dancing at Hank’s with Reed has me feeling it this afternoon. My legs and thighs are sore and so are my arms. The arms, though? I think they’re soreness is from where Reed let me pleasure him, where I held myself up over him for so long. I pull up to the job Justin’s texted me, and immediately realize I’m at the auto shop Taylor owns. This has really bad idea written all over it. I wonder if Justin took this appointment or if it’s one our answering service took while both he and I were on a job. I would hope if Justin had taken that call, or known exactly who this was, he would have told Taylor to shove this up his ass. No money is worth this.

  I contemplate getting back in the truck, but he sees me and yells at me. “Sass, I’ve been waiting on you.”

  Fucking great. “Hey.” I wave. “What can I help you with?” I’m doing my best to be professional; because if I have to be here, I need to treat him with the same respect I would treat anyone else, because no matter what, this is our job. If he starts spreading bad juju around, then it will affect our bottom line, and that’s not something we can ever afford. Each penny, each dollar is needed at Straight Edge because we are a seasonal business, and I can’t let the personal affect the professional. It’s hard though to not look at him and want to both smack him for ruining a relationship and also want to hug him because he gave me a chance at the relationship I’ve always wanted. It’s a hell of a place to be in.

  He waits for me to catch up with him before he answers. Putting his hands on his hips, he offers me a smile. It makes my skin crawl. Out of Reed and Taylor, Taylor has never made me feel one-hundred-percent comfortable. Ever since the summer I turned thirteen.

  My brother’s best friends are over, and all I want to do is layout in the backyard, but they’ve already taken over the space. Every Saturday they come over and run football plays. It’s so annoying. I’ve complained to my mom about it, but she’s busy making sure my dad is taken care of, and she can’t be bothered with this. If my dad weren’t sick, I know he would run them off.

  Squaring my shoulders, I grab my iPod, a towel, and the suntan oil and make my way to the backyard. I do my best to ignore them. With my earbuds in and sunglasses over my eyes, it’s not hard. For two hours I lie under the sun’s warmth, turning every thirty minutes, without any of them bothering me. That’s when my silence is broken; a sharp tap on my behind startles me. I lift my head up, taking the earbuds out, and turn around, glaring
at whoever this is. I huff out a breath and roll my eyes when I notice Taylor blocking the sun. I cross my arms to let him know the interruption wasn’t appreciated.

  “Stop that.” I look around for my brother or Reed, but they are nowhere to be found.

  “You’re really growin’ up, Sass.” He’s smiling down from where he stands over me.

  The way he smiles makes my skin crawl, and I know I have to hit him with what others have commented is my sassy mouth. “Too bad you’re the absolute last person I want to notice I’m growin’ up.”

  I grab my towel with all my stuff and run into the house. Never again will I be alone with Taylor. I’ll make sure of it.

  Until today, I’ve never been alone with him again. He’s talking, and I’m doing my best to let the memories go and act like I’m really listening.

  “Obviously I do my own lawn care. It’s not like Justin would touch this place with a ten-foot pole after what I did to his best friend in the whole wide world. I’m not stupid enough to think y’all will take over the lawn maintenance. While I kind of accept that, even though I think it’s shitty business on your part, I do need to know how much it would be to lay some sod. I looked in the tri-county area, and y’all are the only ones who do that, so either you do it, or you blackball me. Whatever, but I need to make what once was my junkyard valuable. I’ve removed all the piece-of-shit cars, and now I need for it to look good. There’s a loan I need to take out on this place, and it’s got to score well in aesthetic. Believe me, I need your help; otherwise, I wouldn’t have called.”

  I follow him at a distance. Something about this doesn’t sit well with me. I can’t tell if he’s bullshitting me or not; he gives me the heebie jeebies since that day in the backyard of my parents’ house. I want this done, and I want back in the truck and safe at the office.

  I’m looking down at my iPad, making notes. When I look up, I don’t see him in front of me any longer. “Fuck,” I hiss as I chase after where I think he went. This is really not what I want to be doing this morning. Keep your head in the game. The quicker you get this done, the quicker you can go back to the office. Which is where I want to be now. Forget being with Reed. Right now, I want to be out of here and on my way back to the office.

  As I go around the corner of the building, I still can’t see him, but suddenly I’m pressed against the wood, a hand at my throat. Gasping for air, I’m fighting against the hold, wondering what in the fuck is going on and why I’ve been slammed like a ragdoll against a hard surface. It’s unforgiving, and I do my best to try and minimize impact, but he loosens his hold and then tightens again. This is the fear that scared me when I was in the backyard with him as teenager; this is the dread that turned my stomach when I pulled up to this building today.

  Taylor is up in my face, whispering against my ear. “Lacey went to see Reed the other day, and I need you to pass a message along to him. You let him know she’s mine. If he fucks with what’s mine, I’ll fuck with what’s his. I got her; I can get you even easier,” he threatens, squeezing so tightly my feet come up off the ground.

  My legs dangle, and I’m more scared than I’ve ever been in my life. I try to think of a way out of this, but he’s caught me off guard, and there’s no way for me to break free that I can see. Desperately, I thrash my head back and forth, trying to break his hold against me. When I finally do, he drops me to the ground. Grateful, I suck in deep breaths of air, trying to fill my lungs.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I gasp, putting my hand to my throat, rubbing where it aches and trying to figure out if this guy has lost his ever-loving mind. I grab my phone and wonder if I should call 9-1-1, but at this point, I’m too confused about what’s happening.

  “You let Reed know I got Lacey, I can get you too. I know Lacey went to see him the other day. Just let him know I’m keeping tabs. By the way, you looked real good last night givin’ Reed head in his truck. I’ve been thinkin’ all day about what it would be like if you gave it to me. Just know the option is there, in case you ever want to indulge,” Taylor says, like he’s proud of himself.

  I want to tell him his confession borders on being a stalker, but I’m scared I might end up back against the wall, and I’m worried if I go back there, this time I may not come out of this. I’m sick at the fact he saw me doing that to Reed last night. Yeah, I knew we were out in the open, I knew it was a risk we were taking, but I never in a million years thought Taylor would see it. The fact he wants me to do it to him makes me want to throw up.

  At the same time, my head is spinning. Lacey went to see Reed? He never shared that information with me, and it fucking pisses me off. I’m being punished for something I know absolute nothing about and I should. Last night, it felt like Reed and I turned a corner, we went from being pretend to real. The way he looked at me, the way he trusted me to go down on him, the way my heart pounded when he looked at me; it was different. It felt real, and now I’m questioning all of it. I’m wondering if I’ve been played. This fucking hurts, but I have to get out of here, I have to get away from Taylor, and I have to figure out what’s going on. I have to make some sort of plan, and I need to talk to Reed.

  “Kiss my ass.” I get up off the ground and do the one thing I know I can. I kick him in the balls, yelling as I do it. “You ever put your hands on me again, and not only will Reed and Justin beat the shit out of you, I’ll shove your balls so far up your ass you’ll be coughing them out of your esophagus.” I gasp, still trying to catch my breath.

  I’m livid as I stomp back to my truck. My hands shake as I crank the ignition, and once again I’m pissed I’ve been reduced to this. I’m not the kind of woman who lets a man put hands on her. I’ve never been weak before, but this came at me from out of nowhere. I wasn’t prepared, and now I feel like I’ve been used as a sacrificial lamb because I wasn’t warned. Tears escape my eyes as I throw gravel and squeal tires out of the parking lot. There is only one thought running through my head. Reed has some explaining to do.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Reed

  I am so freakin’ ready to see Sass. Before last night, at Hank’s, I didn’t need to have to see her every day, but everything changed last night. She broke down a barrier I wasn’t fully aware existed, but I know today it’s gone. I’m lighter and more at peace with my life. This is a feeling I haven’t had in such a long time.

  Today I haven’t seen her, and I haven’t been able to text her. I fucking miss her. Saying I miss her is an understatement. I don’t know where this came from; it came on so gradually I didn’t notice, and now it’s hitting me full-force in the chest. She’s become a part of my life, something I didn’t anticipate—something I count on and look forward to. I look forward to seeing her, I look forward to talking to her, I look forward to her texts. I like her spending a few nights here and there in my bed, I love hearing her laugh, and I enjoy fishing with her. She lets me be myself, and even more, she makes me better than I’ve ever been before.

  There’s a part of me that wonders if this will last or if it’s because our relationship is new. This whole situation started in a way that wasn’t real, but the feelings are turning very real. It’s one of the scariest situations I’ve ever been in, because I’m not in control of this. It’s hard for me to put myself out there again to another woman, but I know I have to. I don’t know if I want to be completely honest with myself or not. Being honest with myself isn’t something I’ve been in a long time because I was so wrong about Lacey. I’ve not felt like I’ve been able to trust myself since it happened, and I’m gun shy. Right now I’m the person I trust the least, and that’s a difficult place to be in, one I never imagined I would be in. My heart and mind both know it’s time to start being real and stop being polite. I need to give Sass this benefit of the doubt, though. If there’s anyone who deserves it, it’s her. For once I’ll push my fears aside and I’ll give her what she needs, what I need, and I hope like hell she’s on board with it.

  The sound
of a car coming up the drive has me looking over my living room like a mad man. I hope I cleaned up enough, even though I’m not sure why I care. This is Sass…this is just Sass. I know it’s crazy to worry about that tonight after all we’ve been through together in the past few weeks. But tonight I want to make a good impression on her. She’s bringing pizza, I have the beer, and hopefully we’ll be having a chill night at home. I try to calm my breathing and my heart, but I’ve come to this amazing conclusion and had such an epiphany that this woman means a lot to me. I want to shout it from the rooftops, but I don’t know if she feels the same. Play it cool, Reed.

  “Hey,” I greet her as I walk out onto my porch.

  Lately, I’ve noticed she takes my breath away. It’s been something gradual, and another thing I hadn’t been expecting. Before, I was pushing it aside, but tonight, I let the feeling wash over me, I let myself experience it. Her hair is down around her face, she isn’t wearing a lick of makeup, and her jeans and T-shirt are both well worn. They fit her like a second skin.

  “Hey.” She gifts me with a shaky smile as she ascends the steps, holding a pizza box.

  I lean in to take it from her, sneaking in a kiss on her cheek. She melts into me for a moment, sighing softly. “You okay?” I ask, because that’s not like her. She’s always enjoyed when I pay her attention, but the way she melted into me was like I was her lifeline. Not that I don’t want to be that for her. It’s unusual and sets off warning bells in my head.

  Her voice is thin and wobbly as she pushes out the words. “Just a hard day at work.”