Used

by Bijou Hunter

  Loving chimes, Mom hung over a dozen from our front porch. On a windy day, they rang out so loudly that I’d hear them from the block over. Now, they were gone. Just like her.

  A few months into my sentence, Mom found out she had breast cancer. This was when Snake put his foot down and said visiting me was too stressful. I never saw her again, even after she got sicker. Halfway through my sentence, Mom was dead and I didn’t even get a phone call.

  For my family, the Gutters, and the Grove, out of sight meant out of mind. Once I was locked away, they forgot me. With me back, they’re forced to pretend as if I was dearly missed. They pretend I’m one of them and they’re all so fucking thrilled to have me back. The bullshit stinks up the whole damn town, but I have to play along. What else can I do when the Gutters do such a good job of making inconvenient people disappear? People like my dad.

  Chapter Three

  Bo

  No One’s Favorite

  The trailer is better kept than most in the park. The siding is clean and potted plants are lined up near the steps. It’s still a dump, but someone cares about this dump.

  I knock a few times and gain the attention of a white cat inside, but no one answers. Sitting on the stoop, I ignore the yellow eyes peering out at me and wonder if waiting is worth the hassle. I think about how Sydney is no one’s favorite and figure she’s a bad lay. Leaving sounds good, but my cock insists I stick around. A bad lay is better than my hand.

  A few times, I try to see past the trailer curtains and maybe catch sight of a picture of the bad lay that will be my first pussy in six years. All I see is the cat hissing at me.

  After walking around the trailer and returning to the stoop, I mess with my fancy phone. Working the damn thing is more frustrating than sitting bored on the stoop, so I shove it back into my pocket.

  I am ready to take a nap when I hear voices approaching. One belongs to a guy, sounding drunk and horny. The other voice is a woman’s. As they walk around the trailer, I don’t stand up or act too interested.

  Seeing me, they stop in their tracks. The guy looks homeless, but I suspect he’s just a pig. He’s leering at her while she makes a subtle getaway. I suspect this is a game they often play.

  I can’t believe this is Sydney, but she acts like I’m blocking her door. She’s beautiful with big blue eyes and dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. I can’t see much of her body in her jeans and a baggy black tee, but nothing screams dog. No, Sydney’s hot and I can imagine enjoying her. Hell, even if she just lies on the bed and lets me do my thing, I’ll be happy.

  “You Sydney?” I ask, even though I know she is, but I want the guy to back off.

  “This guy bothering you?” Pig demands.

  “Johnny send you?” Sydney asks me, ignoring her stalker’s attempt to protect her.

  “Yeah. Did he tell you I was coming?”

  Sydney shakes her head and unlocks the door. “See you around, Brian.”

  The dirty fuck stumbles away, still thinking about making trouble. I give him a mean look and he decides Sydney is on her own.

  She holds the door open for me and I enter a decent sized trailer. Clean and organized, but rundown after too many passing seasons. The cat I assume will attack, instead only has eyes for its owner. After Sydney leans down to pet the purring beast, she drops her purse on a chair and turns to me.

  “Do you need a drink?”

  “Sure, but I could get a drink anywhere. I sat outside for an hour, so I could get laid.”

  Sydney doesn’t give me a dirty look or act offended. She’s cool with my rude mouth. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised since she’s a club whore and all the guys talk shit.

  Glancing around, I see a few pictures near the hallway. Based on them, I figure she’s an only child. Doesn’t matter though. Even if Sydney was stupid, rude, and ugly, I’d work around those problems. I need a chick to put out and I can’t be Mister Romance. I’m looking for a compliant warm body. Everything else is icing on top.

  Sydney brings me a beer and pulls her ponytail free. “You’re Cal’s brother?”

  “Yeah,” I say, taking a swig of the beer before deciding to be an asshole. “You fuck him?”

  “He’s in the club, so yeah. Do you mind if I take a shower? I walked home.”

  “Babe, I don’t care if you stink or not.”

  Sydney looks me up and down. I admit feeling a little like a loser under her gaze. Those big eyes are filled with sad acceptance. I know she’ll compare me to the other guys. Hell, with me already hard thinking about getting a moment of pussy after so many years, there’s no way my moves will be any good.

  “Do you want a quickie?” she asks in a patient voice. “Or would you like to hang around for a couple rounds? If it’s more than a quickie, I’d like a shower first.”

  My body needs relief and she’s teasing me. I don’t like feeling like a loser begging for pussy.

  Sydney walks into a small bathroom and strips out of her work clothes. First black jeans and a tee then simple white panties and a bra. I see her from behind and I struggle to absorb the sight before me. So much flesh and curves, I can barely breathe as she steps behind a yellow flowered shower curtain.

  Feeling like a fucking fool, I stand there with no ability to act. I even think to leave and find a chick at a bar. Why am I wasting my time on a broad every guy in the club has nailed? Hell, even my brother enjoyed a ride on the Sydney Express.

  Pulling back the curtain, she peeks out at me. “Do you want to come in?”

  “Is this where I beg?”

  Sydney studies me and I can’t read her expression. She seems so calm that I feel like an idiot again.

  “I’ll wash you down,” she offers and my cock answers for me.

  Yanking off my tee and jeans, I’ve barely kicked off my boots before joining her in the shower. She backs into the corner of the small stall so I can fit. Sydney’s gaze takes in my face, ignoring the rest of me. When she soaps up her hands and caresses my chest, I nearly come at the feel of her.

  “How long were you gone?” she asks as her hands wash my shoulders down my arms to my stomach and finally where I need her to be.

  “Six years,” I moan, leaning my head back while she strokes my cock.

  Sydney says nothing as she strokes my erection for only a minute before I come. She caresses me until I work the last enjoyment out of it. When I open my eyes and look at her, I find those big eyes watching me in a way that makes me feel small.

  “That was nice, but I could have jacked myself off.”

  Sydney lets go of me and I see a hint of temper in her tight lips.

  “I figured it would be better for you to come in five seconds in my hand rather than in my pussy.”

  “Does my brother come in you fast?”

  “No, he’s quite the stud. I can see why you’re insecure,” she says, turning off the shower and pushing past me.

  I follow her without grabbing a towel. “Hey, bitch, I can see why you’re no one’s favorite. Flat ass, big mouth, lazy fuck. Yeah, I don’t think being a whore is your natural calling.”

  Sydney sits on her bed and dries her hair. “You aren’t special, Bo. Anything you say, I’ve heard before. Anything you do will have been done before.”

  “Yeah, being a whore can make a bitch jaded.”

  “I’m not the one who locked you up for those years,” she says, staring up at me. “I’m not the one with power over you. A real man fights those holding him down, not people with less power. You making me feel bad won’t make you tough. It makes you pathetic especially when I was being gentle with you.”

  “What makes you think I want gentle?”

  “I figured the guys in prison weren’t the gentle type and you might miss it.”

  “Fuck you, cunt,” I growl. “I never fucked anyone in the joint.”

  Sydney doesn’t believe me. While she isn’t smirking or acting like a bitch, she just stares at me and I know she’s thinks I’m bullshitting her.<
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  “The only anal action is what I’m going to do to you.”

  “Whatever,” she says, turning over and sticking her ass in the air. “Club guys are all jerks, so you’ll fit right in.”

  I want to say something smart ass, but her pussy looks really pretty up in the air. She’s waxed and the flesh looks soft. I bet it tastes good too.

  Kneeling down, I don’t think about anyone else who’s fucked this pussy or knows how it tastes. My whole body is focused on knowing myself.

  Sydney shivers when I give her pussy a lick. She’s not wet or aroused at all. I kiss her lips like I would her mouth and the flesh warms. Tasting her sweet juices on my tongue, I suck it all down. Even as beautiful as her pussy is, my gaze flickers to Sydney pinching her nipples. While her ass might be classic flat white girl, her tits are a ripe C-cup. I’m going to touch them soon, but I want to play with her pussy more. I need it hot and dripping wet for when I shove my cock inside her.

  After a few minutes of sucking at her pussy, I realize Sydney is close to an orgasm and I consider denying her. She pissed me off, yet nothing she said was really off base. I was being an asshole while she had been gentle in the shower. So I suck at her clit just enough to help her over the edge.

  Her cries are so fucking hot that I’m dripping precum on the floor. She even whimpers my name. I haven’t heard a chick call out for me during a fuck in so long and I miss the sound. As soon as she’s relaxing in the afterglow of a good orgasm, I stand behind her and caress her wet lips with my cock.

  Sydney glances back at me with a soft gaze. She’s come hard for me and wants more. I like the look on her beautiful face. I also enjoy how her eyes close as I fill her and the groan she makes when my balls nuzzle her clit. Holding her hips, I pull out slowly, enjoying the feel of her pussy sucking at my cock. Thrusting inside, I shiver at how her muscles tighten around me. Too hard to savor the pleasure any longer, I thrust in and out, harder and deeper. She grunts softly with my movements then I see her fingers go between her legs. Wanting her to come again, I need to know how it feels for her pussy to orgasm.

  My hips keep working while my hands reach forward and grab her swinging tits. Sydney moans when I stroke her nipples in my fingers. The moment she comes, my balls want to go with her. The pressure of her pussy muscles tightening around me is almost too much, but I hold on as she comes hard. Again, she calls my name and that does it for me. I let go and fill her pussy.

  Sydney crawls forward and rests her back against the headboard. She gives me a little smile and I feel like a douche for being so rude earlier. My mouth lacks a filter these days, but I smile back at her as I crawl between her legs.

  “I’m not an assman,” I tell her as I nuzzle my lips against her left tit. “I don’t care if a chick has a flat ass or junk in the trunk. I like a girl’s tits and yours don’t disappoint.”

  “Wait, did you just think that up yourself or is that something you read in a romance novel?”

  Realizing she’s fucking with me, I smile up at her before sucking one of her fat pink nipples into my mouth. Sydney’s body goes soft and her breathing shifts as I lick and nip at her beautiful tit. Once her hands slide into my messy blond hair, I’m the one shivering. The feel of her nails against my scalp sends my body into a state of fucking bliss while my cock hardens and my belly tenses.

  I look up at Sydney and admire how pretty she is now that I’m not so pissed off. Her lips are really hot and I realize I haven’t kissed her yet. I know what her pussy tastes like, but not her lips.

  Crawling up higher, I kiss her really soft. She puckers up and kisses me back. It’s not really sexy. It’s awkward like two strangers who just fucked.

  Sydney’s hands slide down from my hair to my face. She holds me still and the kiss deepens. I’ve almost forgotten how to kiss a girl. In those six years when I thought about getting a chick naked, I never imagined the kissing. I dreamed of fucking and sucking and coming hard. Kissing a woman like Sydney wasn’t something I missed, but now I realize I’ve lacked imagination.

  Her tongue strokes mine and I can’t help moaning. She feels fucking perfect and tastes minty. She tastes almost as good as her pussy. Her lips suck at mine and I adjust on the bed while she scoots down. Our hips meet and my cock searches for her pussy. I don’t want to stop kissing her. Enjoying this moment, I can’t be sure if I’ll ever get another good one. I learned in prison life could go from happy to shit in a single second. Smart men savored all the good they could get.

  “Bo,” she murmurs as if reassuring me.

  I consider blowing her off for thinking I need reassurance. She’s probably comparing me to the other guys and views me as a weakling. Does she pity me? Fuck her for thinking I need any of it.

  I see genuine need in Sydney’s expression as I fill her. She’s not playing with me. Her desire isn’t a game. She wants me right this moment and I know I want her. I can be pissed later. For now, I forget the last twenty five years of my life. It’s just me and Sydney. Two bodies desperate for relief only the other one can provide.

  By the time I come, Sydney has cried out twice and seems pretty impressed with my abilities. She also says my name again and again when I’m close to climaxing. Maybe it’s one of her whore tricks, but the damn thing works and I nearly shatter my hips from thrusting so hard.

  Once resting on top of her while out of breath, I grin like a fool. Sydney studies me and wipes my forehead. Her eyes are relaxed in a way that makes me feel less judged. I don’t know why I care what a club whore thinks, but I do. Probably just don’t want this chick running around telling people I’m a shitty lay or have a small dick.

  “Want a drink?” she asks, crawling towards the end of the bed then turning around.

  Staring at her tits, I lose the ability to speak. Sydney grins then climbs off the bed. She disappears for a few minutes before returning with two cans of Coke. Leaning against the headboard, I open one and study her as she crawls next to me.

  “You got other plans tonight?” I ask. “Like a gangbang or something.”

  Sydney rolls her eyes. “Club sent you here, right? They are the only ones who gangbang me. If they want you happy, they won’t send anyone else. A guy who hasn’t had pussy in a few years is bound to take more than a few times to feel satisfied.”

  “Sounds good to me. I’m in no hurry to go back to my brother’s place.”

  Sydney says nothing, watching me again. I finish my soda and toss the can in a trashcan in the corner of the tidy little room.

  “Let’s order pizza,” I say, stretching out on her bed. “One of those pizzas with all the shit on it. A supreme or whatever.”

  “I don’t have any cash.”

  “I’ll pay. You order. I don’t know the number around here.”

  Sydney crawls out of bed and pulls on a tee and panties. I watch her dress and start thinking about wanting her naked again. She returns with her phone and fiddles around until she shows me the menu from Pizza Hut.

  “The phones sure got complicated while I was away.”

  Smiling, Sydney orders pizza and cheesy bread on the phone without making a call. I’m impressed even though I sense what she did isn’t very difficult.

  “How old are you?” I ask as we wait for the pizzas.

  “Twenty. My birthday is coming up though,” she says, leaning against the headboard. “You’re younger than Cal.”

  “By four years. I had my twenty-fifth birthday in prison. We had a party. It was great.”

  Sydney smiles softly. “You took the rap for something Kelly did, right?”

  “You heard about that, huh?”

  “No, not exactly. I just heard someone bitching about Kelly losing his temper and causing trouble. Basically, the next time he wouldn’t have someone to do time for him. I figured it was you.”

  “Why assume me? There are other guys doing time.”

  “You were young when you went away, yet they made a big deal out of you getting out. I heard them whisperin
g about it a few months ago. I figured you were a big deal for a reason. Doing six years for Kelly isn’t something most guys would do.”

  “Yeah. Most guys are too smart to sign up for that shit.”

  Sydney watches me and I know what she’ll say next. She surprises me instead by bumping her foot against my calf.

  “Your brother calls you pretty boy and he’s not wrong.”

  I grin. “Everyone is pretty next to Cal.”

  “He’s not so bad,” she says and I tense even as she caresses my chest. “You know, for a douche with rat eyes.”

  Smiling, I think of Cal’s dark eyes and start laughing. “He is a little rodent. Hell, he even has those sharp little teeth.”

  Sydney grins. “I don’t know why I’m trashing the guys to you. They’ll kick my ass if they find out.”

  “I won’t blab to the fucks. I assume you won’t blab to them about me either, right?”

  I put a little threat to my question, but Sydney only shifts until she’s sitting on her knees. Her fingers trace my face then linger on my lips.

  “I don’t feel like you’re one of them and that’s why I keep mouthing off. I hope I’m right. If I’m not, I’ll pay in blood.”

  Even saying the words, Sydney looks more curious than scared. She acts like I’m her first fuck ever and she can’t take her eyes off me.

  I feel like she’s playing me. Pretty girls were always batting their lashes and saying the right things. Whenever they did, I tripped over my brain to give them whatever they wanted. I’ll need to wait and see what Sydney’s grand scheme involves.

  We don’t say much until the pizza arrives. While I lounge on her soft bed, she cleans up in the kitchen and brings me another Coke. I hear her talking to the cat and learn its name is Romeo. The cat meows when the delivery guy arrives and Sydney pays with cash I tell her is in my jeans.

  She brings the pizza to her bedroom along with two plates and napkins. When she opens the box, I actually shudder from the smell. I lived off pizza as a teenager and the scent of it brings me back to my youth. A time when my mom was a mother and not just Snake’s old lady.