Curved

by Strokes, Samantha

  Tenderly licking the outline of his shaft, I draped my mouth along the length, allowing him to pump against my throat. Groaning, I slid my fingers up against his taint, pressing inwards, finding where his sensitive area was.

  He twitched forward, leaning his hands on my shoulders, pressing me back. He gripped my hair, pulling me forward, and I yelped, moaning from the ecstasy coursing in my throat. My own clit throbs, along with my cunt and hood, a simultaneous striking of pleasure in the center of my body, uniting me in triplicate.

  “There,” Joseph grunted, holding my head in his grasp. “There!”

  My tongue slid over the eye of his cock, enough to tease out a long line of pre-come. I drank it, swallowed it up, just as the waters yanked us in to the open. I was nearly knocked over, Joseph stabilized me, his hands sinking into my flesh, digging in.

  Sucking on his cock, I moaned every time, licking the outsides of his shaft, the perimeters.

  Dragging my tongue over his eye, I slathered the bulbous membranes of his penis, this wonderful cock I had grown to appreciate so much.

  “I… I like you so much,” I mumbled, chomping on his dick more. Sending my teeth into his flesh, I watched as he jerked to the side, enjoying the electricity jolting his body. Rolling my eyes back, I savored the taste of his sweet juice, the pre-come spewing into my mouth. “What you’re doing for me… I couldn’t repay you even if I tried with my internship and all…”

  “Consider it… Charity,” Joseph said, laughing. He held my head up, stroking my neck, just as my tongue swept over his vein. “You like?”

  Bobbing my head, I sucked harder on his cock, drinking his whiteness, a film coating my tongue in his sperm.

  His cock seized together, the muscles tightening, expanding my throat whenever he punched to the back.

  With his hips rocking, and his feet pushing forward through the sand, he held me, slamming his sack against my chin, balls bouncing up to my face.

  “You’re the one girl I’m glad I got know better,” Joseph said.

  Sensing his coming, I massaged my clit, and Joseph put his foot on the center of my cunt, rubbing with me. Electricity stormed in my stomach, spreading across my limbs, from the center of my body and out over each and every one of my pores.

  “Ugh,” I said, mumbling, “oh, God…”

  The burst of come struck the sides of my cheeks, splattering me in white, the warmth emanating from the bottom of his shaft, gushing, torrential.

  Behind me, the waves pushed me, pushed me against his cock, throbbing with an expanding thickness. The heat of the fluid in my mouth made me coil my hands around my cunt lips, groaning from the measure of his breath. One pant after the other, a constant, consistent pleasure.

  “How was that?” Joseph said.

  Moaning still, I wiped my lips, turning my head to the side briefly. Glancing back up at him, I stood slowly, on my knees at first, the waters blanketing my legs gently.

  “Absolutely… Great…”

  “Yeah?”

  Joseph kneeled to my face, his hands sliding across my chin, up and down the length of my neck. Holding me against his balls, he stuck and prodded the center of my mouth, edging open my lips until his come flowed straight through to the back of my throat.

  “I would never have before,” I said, casting my gaze aside, “but for some reason now… In front of you… I don’t have a problem…”

  “No,” he said, “you shouldn’t.”

  “Being with you here,” I said, “it’s like… Well, it’s much different.”

  “Once you get over you’re paranoia and fears, everything comes much more easily than before.”

  “Yeah,” I said, “it’s true enough…”

  Why had I even bothered being so scared? Alone with him, I was safe, safer than with any other man, that much I could tell.

  “Trust me now?” Joseph said, winking at me.

  Gracing his legs with my hands, and hugging him tight against my breasts, I smiled at him, nodding.

  “I trust you as much as I am able,” I said.

  “Good,” he whispered, just as another thrust of the ocean slammed into my back. I held onto him as I stood, stumbling over a conch shell. He picked it up for me, holding it before the two of us, the sunlight gleaming off the edge, brightening my eyes, my hands tracing the center whorl.

  “It’s beautiful,” I said, grinning. He kissed my neck, biting sides of my skin, my flesh. Pulling with his teeth, he released bolts of electricity up and down my spine, across my back, over my legs.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, kissing me harder this time. “I can honestly say I’ve never met a woman like yourself.”

  “Yeah?” I said.

  “None,” he said, gripping the conch shell tighter. “There’s really no woman out there who could fulfill me like you do, Ophelia.”

  “I’m sure you’ve had plenty,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I’m still not sure what makes me special and all the rest not.”

  “You wouldn’t believe.”

  “Flatter me.”

  “They don’t have the curves you do,” he said. “And they’re spoiled. Plenty of them in the upper classes, that is. Not to say all of them are, but when you have the top of the foodchain at your fingertips, you get plenty of piranhas waiting for a bite. They want your money, they want your class. They want your power. You never wanted any of that from me. From the very beginning—you avoided me, acted shy, were shy.”

  “It’s my natural personality,” I said. “My disposition tends to be… You know, not really out there. In the dark. Avoiding people and places. People like you. The power at first scared me—and then when I thought more about how the two of us could never actually get along… I bailed on the idea of having a relationship with you. Any kind of relationship.”

  “Now, you’re thinking about it more.”

  “More and more.”

  Joseph flipped me around, making me face him, the conch shell still in his hand. He held it out to me, between us, and I gripped it tight, as they had done in the Lord of The Flies.

  “Am I right for you?” I said, the sun framing his face in radiance. Tracing my fingers down his chin, I frowned. “Sometimes I still think that I can’t be with you… I’m still conflicted here and there… Because of how differently we were raised… Because of how opposite our lives are in the now.”

  “Here,” he said, tilting my face up. “Look at me. The two of us have a good connection. You can’t deny that we don’t.”

  “Yeah.”

  “And? Would you throw it away because of your fears?”

  His hands rested on my shoulders, me taking the conch shell from him abruptly. I twisted it in my hands, turning it over and over.

  “No,” I said, “no, I wouldn’t.”

  “When it comes to these kinds of affairs,” he said, “you have to place a great deal of trust in the other person. Faith. And that means all the way through—even if you can’t stand the thought of being wrong.”

  “All right,” I said, closing my eyes, truly believing in him now.

  I also had the guilt festering in my chest. Once again, what I had done with Lindsay came forth the top of my mind, filtering through my brain. Should I tell him? Should I make him aware?

  “Let’s go back to the yacht,” Joseph said. “They should be done with lunch by now.”

  When we got over to the edge of Sandy Hook’s shoreline, I picked up some sand, and placed it inside the conch. Holding it tight in my hands, I brought it with me aboard the yacht, keeping it as a memento of my time with Joseph.

  I figured if he were to dump me after finding out about my helping Alpha Suites, then at the very least, I would have something to remember him by.

  Okay, maybe melodramatic of me, but still. It was what I had in mind: that he would leave me to the wayside without even thinking once or twice.

  “Ophelia?” Joseph said, smirking. “Don’t look like that. You’re going to blow out one of your eyes
if you keep squinting so hard.”

  I shook my head, smiling. “Sorry,” I said, loosening up my face. I hadn’t realized how tense my muscles had gone. My body ached from our sex as well, which didn’t help in the relaxing appearance I was supposed to be upholding. “I’m just really having a good time with you,” I said.

  Joseph swung his arm over my shoulder. Kissing my forehead, he lifted me up from the floor and carried me to the dining room, where we ate another gourmet meal.

  One I didn’t feel I deserved.

  Chapter 17

  The next day we headed back for New York City, Joseph’s yacht departing behind us once we hit the ground. Stretching my arms, I cycled through the classes I would have for the upcoming afternoon.

  “I’m going to miss you,” I said, standing on my toes, kissing Joseph on the nose. He held me in place, there in the midst of trees and some benches. People around us passed by, glancing over, but I didn’t care—no longer superficially interested in Joseph, I was invested in him as a person. He made my heart sing, my body soar to a different height.

  “Do well in school, okay?” he said.

  Nodding at him, I shrugged. “I’m not in high school here—I’ve got this.”

  “Suddenly confident,” Joseph said, spanking side of my hips when no one was looking. Groping my ass, he massaged the skin of my flesh, moving his fingers between the crack of my cheeks. “Well, well, well, if we have time later, I’m definitely going to have to and myself a spot here.”

  “You already have,” I said, pushing Joseph away slightly from me. Touching his nipples through his T-shirt, I hold him in for a deep, long kiss, roving my hands across his neck, the corded muscles bulging forth and into my hands, against me. “You have no reason to deny yourself from me.”

  “None?”

  “None,” I said, walking away with my head held high. “Remember me when you’re at work today, okay?”

  Joseph winked at me, my eyes capturing the image of him as I walked away to the nearby subway station. Walking down a flight of stairs, sweat bolted out of my pores.

  Wow. I really had turned into a brand-new person. Completely different than who I was before, I had the strength to confront Joseph and appropriately handle him plus our burgeoning relationship.

  Before, before the girls had dumped me from the club, I would’ve spent so much time longing for the past, thinking about what had gone wrong, and pining for a better future.

  But now? I was plugging away at the kiosk, swiping and clicking buttons for a new Metro card without even thinking—prior to the Manhattan’s Concern incident, I would’ve spent time fiddling with my purse, wondering if I was holding up the line.

  Now?

  In just a minute or so, I found myself passing the gates, straight through for one of the carriages which had pulled up down below in the belly of a tunnel. Straightening my hair out, I sat myself on a seat, not even scared about potential attackers or onlookers who might gawk at my body.

  My curves were delicious to him, assets to be admired and hoarded, not thrown away and cast off to the side—they were marks of pride, not shame.

  “How you doing miss?” a man nearby asked me. I glanced at him, not thinking at all about who he was.

  I just savored the compliment in my head, realizing who I had become in a matter of days—who Joseph had unleashed.

  The woman who would take care of her newly made nonprofit.

  The girls would be sorry for what they did.

  ***

  During the next couple of weeks, I paid no attention to Lindsay or the rest. Angela couldn’t even get my attention; I wanted space from here, needed space to have my own vision for myself without her interference.

  Eventually though, she contacted me, kept calling, and I felt bad for having held out against her for so long. I mean, we were supposed to be best friends, and we did have each other’s backs as best as we could.

  Still though, her actions had hurt me, and it was only until maybe the last couple of weeks before summer that I decided to give in.

  I texted her to meet me at a local restaurant. By now, Joseph had filed for my nonprofit, and he had listed himself and Placarm Rhodes as part of the Board, in addition to me as the CEO.

  Apparently, word had spread around town about what I was doing, and Angela craved for some details.

  Part of the reason why I wanted to meet her again, besides patching up our relationship, was to brag to her.

  We did Mexican for the day, ordering ourselves tacos and tequilas. She had on a sundress, Gucci glasses, and a pink Prada purse. I wore my favorite pair of sandals, plus some hot shorts, showing off my body—and signaling to her the person I was coming up to be.

  “You look different,” Angela said, the moment we met. I slept on a glass of water, staring at her in the eye.

  “Angela,” I said, “you know we’re both still friends, right?”

  “Yeah,” Angela said, “but I just couldn’t stop them in time… I know why you’re angry at me. I would be too if I were you.”

  “I’m not totally pissed,” I said. “Shit happens out that way. You can’t stop bitches from being nasty.” I slurped my drink again, just as our food came hot and ready. We thanked the waiters before chowing down, and then I said, “How’s Manhattan’s Concern doing?”

  “Bad,” Angela said. “It’s really not going well at all. There’s too much infighting between the different girls.”

  I thought so. Ricarda and Zena couldn’t last for much longer with the way they commanded everyone around.

  “Being the mean girls doesn’t serve anyone right,” I said.

  “No,” Angela said.

  “Are you willing to come and work for me?”

  “If you’re willing to have me,” Angela said.

  “So,” I said, “you’ve heard of Homeless United now. What you think? Are you happy I pulled it off?”

  “Oh,” Angela said, rubbing my hand across the table. “Girl, you know that I will always support you. Of course I’m happy for you. When I heard about it on the news, I was ecstatic—I wanted to text you, call you, but I wasn’t exactly sure how you would react.”

  “I would never turn my back on a girlfriend.” Eating up my taco with one bite, I mumbled, “Anyways, I knew you wouldn’t last with Ricarda and Zena for too long. They’re insufferable.”

  “Compared to you?”

  I raised an eyebrow.

  Angela smiled and giggled, slapping her hand on the table hard. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” she said. “Yeah, they’re terrible people. Constantly backbiting. I should’ve been able to see what they were doing from a mile away when they first wanted to kick you out, but even they kept me out of the picture whenever they had plans. It’s like they expected me to go. I shut off all contact with them. I walked out with you the first time, but they kept offering me more positions in the club after. It got so annoying. Girl, I’m glad to have you back as boss.”

  “I’m glad to have you too,” I said. “They haven’t been saying shit about Joseph?”

  “All the things,” Angela said. “They’re thinking you’re a total slut now that you to have come public with Homeless United.”

  “Well,” I said, finishing up my taco, “they can think whatever they want.”

  “They’re really jealous of you,” she said. “I mean, really, really jealous. They want the success you’re having. They even got Lindsay to join them. They have this idea that they can extract secrets from her since you guys spend so much time together in classes.”

  I rolled my eyes, wondering what was going on with Lindsay. I felt bad for her family situation, but I still remembered how much of a pain in the ass she could be. “Well, that’s another thing,” I said.

  “Lindsay’s is complying with them,” Angela said. “I sense something else brewing in the air. It’s not like the other times when the girls with scheme behind our backs.”

  “Different how?”

  “They have thi
s way of being so shady,” Angela said. “They’re constantly casting darkness when we want light.”

  “Just have to be careful of where we step then,” I said. “Keep a lookout, one foot ahead of the other, and then if we make it out of the woods the first time, then we should be good the rest of the way. They’ll want to trip us up from the get-go—we just have to prevent them from even getting to that part.”

  “What you think they’ll do?” Angela said.

  “Sue me,” I joked.

  It would be closer to the truth to than I even realized. Socking away my taco, and casting off the garbage to a nearby bin, I wiped my hands on a napkin, cleaning up my face.