by S. N. Garza
The liquid velvet of her release was lava hot and dammit. I wasn’t ready for that.
It did make me wonder, how dirty would she let me take her? I withdrew from the sweet heat of her pussy, her folds and thighs coated with her arousal. I rubbed the arousal over her clit, massaging quick circles over the swollen little bud until I drew that wetness backward, bringing her arousal back to the tight ring of her anus. Her body jerked.
“Deke?”
“You sober?”
“Pretty much, what are you doing?”
“You remember anything I said?”
“Not really, was it important?” Her voice soft and sweet.
“Nah.” I put my hand back over her wet entrance, then brought it backward again. Caressing slow circles around her rear. Making her tight little hole wet with her juices.
“Deke.” Her voice was shaky and nervous now
“Penelope, do you trust me?”
When she didn’t answer, I asked her again, but added, “Do you trust me with your body?”
“Yes.”
“I promise I’m not going to go too far. I just want to play a little bit. I promise, it’ll be weird for a minute, but you’ll enjoy it. I’m only going to use my finger.”
Penelope turned her head, her eyes locking with mine. She nodded.
“Just breathe.”
I brought her slick heat backward until it the tight bundle of nerves was heavily lubricated. With my middle finger coated with her juices, I pushed just a little bit. Her body jerked, she mumbled a sorry and took a deep breath.
“Nothing to be sorry for. It’s foreign. Just take deep breaths.”
Nodding, she took several deep breaths and I tried again. She breathed in and I pushed through, her body tensed at the new feeling so I stopped, letting her get used to it. She nodded, telling me she was ready for more. I took my dick in my other hand and caressed her sensitive, slick clit, getting her aroused so she didn’t have to wonder if what I was doing to her would hurt her.
Not that I was an expert, but one chick I got with liked it this way and showed me exactly how to please her and make her come, and while I don’t remember that woman, it made me wonder if Penelope wanted to try it. So far, she wasn’t telling me no. I wouldn’t do this if she said no. But I saw the curiosity in her wide hazel eyes.
With every swish of my cock against her clit and opening, I pushed in just a bit further.
“Deke. Oh, my gosh.”
Her breath puffed between shaky lips and I pushed my cock into her slick opening at the same time I withdrew my finger. Then I pushed my finger inside as I withdrew my dick.
“That feels…
“What, baby? This okay? What does it feel like?”
“Yes. It feels good. More.”
I withdrew one way and pushed the other until her body came to life, pushing against my finger. I let my dick do its own thing while I caressed my hand up her spine and grabbed her shoulder.
“Pull backward.”
“What?”
“Sit up.” I couldn’t control the harsh words spilling from my lips. I was about to lose it.
She pushed with her hands until she was half way, crying out as I went deeper.
“I don’t think I can. Oh, my God.”
“Yes you can. Trust me.” My hand at her shoulder reached further upward until I could push her collarbone with my hand. When she sat against my thighs, my finger was pushed all the way in her ass and my dick was seated to its base inside her pussy.
Her hands flew to my thighs, gripping tightly. She cried out, I cupped her jaw, and brought her face to the side so I could capture the sounds with my kiss.
“Deke! This is—
She couldn’t get out a word as a silent gasp flew passed her lips.
I stilled my movements, letting her get use to the feel of the double penetration.
“Deke!” Her body squeezed around and breathed deep, then released out slowly as I pushed deeper.
“Okay?”
My hand cupped the side of her throat and I held on as I withdrew, then pushed back in.
“Yes. Feels…really good.”
“Play with your clit for me.”
Her eyes looked lost as they looked at mine. “I—I don’t know how.”
I took her hand and let it caress over her ample curves until I pressed her fingers against the heart of her, massaging her fingers in a circular motion until she was able to please herself. I traced over her body, playing with the hard little nipples that were straining. I gave them a little pinch and her body jerked with erotic pleasure. She leaned her head back on my shoulders, thrusting her heavy breasts outward and they swayed and bounced with every pump of my hips.
“Deke. Please.”
“You like this, Penelope?” Her breath skirted in short hot pants over my cheeks, as she moaned and ground her ass against me. “You like it just a bit naughty, baby? You gonna come for me? I want all that sweet cream dripping all over me. That’s it, Pen. Take me, just like that. Fuck, your pussy is pulsing around my dick.” She was gyrating against me, her breathing heightened and then I felt her explode around me, her strangled cry of pleasure filtered through the room. The hand at my thigh tightened and pulled and then I felt myself explode. I slipped my finger out and held her hips. Pumping every last ounce of my release deep inside her.
I laid my head between her shoulder blades and breathed in the deep, sweet lilac fragrance of her skin. I slid my hands around her stomach and over her chest and brought her flush against my chest. A small wince flew past her lips as mine found the sweat, slicked flesh of her throat.
“Deke, what happens now?” Her voice was small, hesitant and unsure.
She just had to ask that. “What do you think happens, Penelope? I go home in the morning and you’ll go back to Arizona.”
Her body stiffened and then she lifted herself off me, turned and plopped down at the head of the bed.
“Are you serious right now?”
Chapter 24
Penelope
He could not be serious right now! I looked at him, my eyes wide with shock. His facial expression remained stoic and indifferent. I really did not like that. After what we just did?
Granted, I didn’t really know the beginning and middle parts, but that ending? He was freaking kidding me!
“Deke?”
He looked over my naked body but this time, it was just like the day after prom. There was a flare of lust, but other than that small flicker, his expressionless face looked at me as if I was…unworthy.
“What?”
I grabbed the pillow behind me to cover up my body. I didn’t feel right anymore showing him my naked body. How the fuck could I just give in like that? My body was such a fucking slut for this guy.
My hands flustered out in front of me, confused at why he would even bother coming here. Freaking Castor and Bunko. I was so going to hurt them.
“Why are you here then?”
“It’s your birthday. I wanted to give you a birthday present.” Then he looked me over like I was nothing more than one of his casual…no!
I was not going to even go there.
“Then where is it?”
“I just gave it to you.” Then his jaw went tight and I saw the subtle hint of the lie he just said.
“Why are you lying to me?”
“I’m not.” Then he let out a sigh and rolled his grey eyes as if he was unhappy.
“I know you, Deke. And I know you’re lying to me. Right to my face. Why are you being this way? You could have just let me be with that guy. At least with him, it wouldn’t—
“Wouldn’t what? Come on, Penelope. Don’t be stupid. Going off with some strange guy was a dumb move.”
“No it wasn’t. Maybe I just wanted a one night stand.”
He laughed and then he slapped his thigh, laughing some more.
“Penelope, the fact that you haven’t had another dick inside you since me, tells me exactly how you feel about
one night stands.”
“Maybe I want to forget you.”
The smile vanished from his face quicker than quicksand. He was still naked and it took a crap load of effort not to look down at his groin. It wasn’t completely flaccid yet so I took another pillow and threw it at him.
He wasn’t laughing anymore and instead of covering himself, he just got off the bed and proceeded to get dressed.
“You’re leaving?” I know I was becoming hysterical, but come on! Not again!
I got up, wrapping the comforter around me and walked towards him.
“Well, since you only wanted a one night stand, might as well.”
“You are being a really big dick right now.”
“What did you expect? Sonnets and roses? You wanna forget me, huh? I practically own every piece of you, Penelope.”
My hand flew freely, smacking his face with a strength I didn’t know I had. “How dare you? Do you always have to do this? Why are you ruining this? It’s like you’re taking this with sick, twisted pleasure. I am so stupid. I keep giving myself to you and it’s like you’re laughing right at me. Will I never be enough? You’re killing me, Deke. Were you ever my friend?”
He shrugged, almost avoided eye contact with me.
“Do you not feel anything for me? At all?”
“Not like that. And now that I got what I wanted, I should be going.”
“You are such a bastard.”
“Yeah, well. That’s life, princess.”
“You ruin me.”
Tears burned behind my eyes and his face crunched with displeasure.
“You’re gonna cry? You wanted a one night stand, and you got it. You enjoyed every fucking minute of it. Be happy it was me and not some fuck-ready creep who would probably give you something that you’d regret doing.”
“I regret you! And I can’t even look at you anymore.” I turned and walked to the bathroom. I got to the door and I turned, looking at him with the pain I couldn’t hide. “You know what you are?”
“What, Penelope?”
“You’re a tornado. You wreak havoc and destroy everything in your path. It’s just your nature. But God Almighty, Deke, you’ve destroyed me. Completely. Just leave. You hurt me so easily. And I am always the fool. Never again.”
Then I shut the door. And I let the tears fall. I rested against the door and then let it out. A hard, heart piercing wail flew from my lips as I fell to the floor. I couldn’t control them any longer. Wrenching sobs ripped from me and into the comforter I smothered into my face.
I hate him. I love him and I hate him. Why did I keep doing this to myself? Why did he have to hurt me? What was I thinking? I should have known better. Why did he come here? What was the point to all this?
But seeing him in all his hot, glorious splendor, and my drunken state, I didn’t care. I wanted him. I wanted to forget everything and just be with him. And the things we did when I finally realized what and who I was doing them with? He was taking my soul with every heart breaking encounter. Every cut he gave me was everlasting and I didn’t know how much longer I was going to last.
After Christmas last year, I had come home and wanted to move on. I mean, Alan liked me. Well, more than liked me. I kept it at friendship level though. I told him I wanted to concentrate on my music.
When Deke did, I had decided I’d do whatever I could to get into one of the American Symphonies so I never had to go home ever again. It didn’t matter where. I shouldn’t even use the flute he bought me for Christmas, but my sound had been on point and the superior instrument did wonders. Maybe it was time to finally move forward. Without Deke.
I liked Alan. He was a really sweet, down to earth and caring man. He was in grad school and going for his masters. And he still wanted me.
Deke hurt me for the last time. The fool I’ve become is no more!
Sigh.
I pulled the comforter from my face and took a deep breath. I knew what I’d see when I looked up into the mirror. Red, swollen, puffy eyes. He had so much power over me. Over my emotions. He wound me up like a clock and when I splintered in half, he simply let me fall to pieces instead of making me feel like the princess he called me.
Why did I give in and trust him?
Ugh.
Enough of this shit. I needed to take this exactly as I said I would. A good one night—half a night stand and consider myself lucky I got a few good orgasms and just move on.
I got up, turned on the water for a hot bath. I looked around and into the mirror. Yup, I looked haggard.
Asshole.
Nitwit.
Jerkasaurous rex.
Next time, he was going to regret hurting me. Next time…hell if there was a next time, I’d make sure he knew exactly what heart break felt like. Next time…please God, don’t let there be a next time.
Chapter 25
Penelope
Two years later.
“Babe! It’s time to leave for my brother’s wedding!”
It was finally happening. My brother Patrick and his partner, Michael, were finally tying the knot. After three solid good years, Michael popped the question. And I couldn’t be happier for them.
I was also Patrick’s…maid of honor, or whatever. After the government passed same-sex marriage in all states, they didn’t waste any more time.
My fiancé, Alan, was happily fixing his bowtie in the hotel bedroom while I pulled on the pearls he got me for my birthday last month.
Yeah. When I finally gave Alan a chance, I never felt better. We were such a perfect match for each other. Six months ago, we had a sweet, romantic evening with candles, roses and a blanket pallet on his living room floor by the firelight. We didn’t make love though and although I was ready, he told me early on in our relationship that waiting until we were married would be the right thing to do. Neither of us were virgins but we made a vow to each other. I know I had a shocked expression at the mention of marriage but he just chuckled, and said, “I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
After two years, I was ready to take that next step, so I said yes.
There wasn’t any way I could say no. He made me happy.
I shook my head, clearing the memories away when he spoke. “I’m ready, Penny.”
His voice drew closer, and when he walked into the bathroom he stood still. Then whistled real low.
“Whoa, honey. You look…stunning.”
I looked at him in his tux and said, “You clean up pretty good yourself there, Alan.”
He came up behind me and squeezed me from behind. Looking back at him, he was only about six inches taller than me. Maybe five-ten. He leaned in and kissed my temple.
“That’s why I have you by my side. And I can’t wait to make you the future Mrs. Wharlon.”
I smiled and squeezed him back.
“Thank you for coming with me. I know you had to rearrange a few appointments to come with me.”
“Of course. There was no way I was going to let you come here by yourself. And it’s your brother. I know how close you two are. I would never deny you that. He’s family.”
He still had traditional values about marriage, but he never said anything negative about my brother’s sexual status. He was happy that I was happy.
“Now, while I don’t want to show up the groom and well…groom, we are going to look hot, Penny. Ready?”
I nodded and held back the tears I wanted to shed for my brother. He was finally getting his happily ever after. I looked up to Alan and knew I was going to get mine soon enough as well.
He winked at me through the mirror and we left the hotel room and down to where their wedding was taking place.
Alan had kissed my cheek and went ahead into the room while I went to see my brother in one of the conference rooms.
“Patty?”
“In here, Pen-pen.”
I walked into the room and when we looked at each other we both gasped. My brother looked handsome as he
ll.
“You’re going to knock his socks off.”
He threw his head back laughing. “I know.”
He wrapped his arm around me and hugged me close.
“Your boyfriend here?”
Sigh.
However agreeable Alan was towards Patrick, Patrick didn’t quite feel the same way about Alan. He thought there was something wrong about him. He was too friendly. Too agreeable. But behind his eyes was a darkness. I didn’t see it so that had been a sore spot between us but he didn’t push the subject so we just let it pass.
“He’s my fiancé now, you know that Patty and yes, he is.”
“Are you happy?”
He asked me that every time we talked.
“Yes.”
He looked me over with narrowed suspicion and let his shoulders hang as if admitting defeat.
“Alright. As long as he’s treating you right and making you happy, then I’m happy.”
“Thanks, Patrick.”
He kissed my forehead and turned back to the mirror readjusting his bowtie. “How do I look?”
“How do I look?”
“Perfectly coiffed and beautiful.”
It was my turn to laugh and said, “Then so do you.”
“Just as I was hoping.”
“Do you know if mom and dad are out there? Mom said they were going to come. Even when—
“They aren’t here.”
My parents—my dad, really—just hated the fact my brother wasn’t on the straight and narrow. My mom said they’d come though. She had convinced dad to take the time off to come here.
Hearing Pat’s bitter tone, sparked an anger inside me. It was ignitor fluid being sprayed on an open fire.
“When are they going to learn and accept you for who you are? I hate that they—that he—does this. Every time. Ever since—
I stopped, not wanting to reveal the shit he did last time I was in Lilton. Patrick didn’t know anything about it.
“Ever since what?”
“It’s nothing, Patty. Maybe I’ll visit them after this and see what’s going on. Maybe something happened.”