Stuck in Between (Bound by Your Love)

by Bennett, Blakely

  He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. “You have the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen,” he said, as he had before.

  I figured he said similar things to his other women, but I didn’t care in the least. All I wanted was for him to take me roughly, so the rest of my world would fall away.

  He lifted the hem of my dress off my thighs revealing my white bikini panties. He rubbed my pussy through the thin cloth.

  “Jesus, Jacqs, already so wet for me? You’re good for my ego.” He continued circling the way he knew I liked.

  “Your ego … oh … doesn’t need … any help!”

  “Shh,” he said.

  I almost lost control when he slipped the material to the side and plunged his middle finger into my wetness. “Ohhh,” I moaned.

  Scooping up my juices, he lathered my bulging clit. “Look how hard and swollen you are already. You haven’t been using this enough,” he whispered into my ear as he lightly pinched my bud between his fingers. Then he laid his hand flat and made big circles, alternating between soft and slow and a hard frantic rhythm. He propelled me higher and higher.

  “Stand,” he ordered as I hovered at the edge of a powerful orgasm.

  I quickly obeyed.

  He tore off my panties and let them fall to the floor. Repositioning me on his lap, he resumed his play and placed a finger from his free hand into my mouth. “Make it good and wet.”

  Holding me right at the edge of release, he softened the pressure on my clit and inserted his saliva-wetted finger into my ass. As soon as he penetrated my anal opening, which had to have been his wicked intention, I screamed out my climax, “Oh, oh, oh, yes, oh Bond, you make me … ohhh!” I breathed erratically as my heart tried to beat its way out of my ribcage.

  He held me tight against his chest as I recovered, slowly floating back down to earth. “I’ve missed you,” he muttered into my hair.

  That lone comment began to thaw my heart and melt my resistance. I won’t make this into more than it is, I promised myself.

  “A lot,” he continued, “and seeing your face as you come, there’s nothing else like it.”

  “I’ve missed you, too,” I said, but could feel my mind shaking her finger at me.

  “Please undress me,” he said in a domineering yet quiet voice.

  I tilted upright and pulled up his shirt, revealing his smooth chest, taut stomach, and small silver nipple rings. He lifted up slightly so I could yank the top out from around him. On his right shoulder was an intricate Celtic knot surrounded by the flames of the sun, which covered an earlier tattoo I had once seen before he had it reworked. The underlying faded blue tat had one Celtic knot intertwined with a heart, and flames crowning the top. It was much smaller and poorly done, but I still wondered what it meant. Bond never liked talking about it.

  My eyes shifted away from the tattoo and moved down his chest, following the trail of hair leading into his pants. Shifting my butt back towards his knees, I unzipped his jeans. I stepped down from his lap to sit at his feet in order to remove each black boot. I had to tug to get them free. I then slipped the denim down his legs easily.

  He wore no underwear, leaving his magnificent cock standing at attention.

  “Kneel,” he said, although he needn’t bother. The pearl of precum had already garnered my attention.

  Obliging him, I settled between his knees and lifted his hard erection to my lips. He let me play for a few minutes, but it would be short lived. Before he took control of my mouth and his blowjob, I had time to take in his masculine scent of warm skin and sandalwood, and the musky taste of his cock, which had long been embedded in my psyche. I could have knelt there forever worshipping his phallus, but Bond didn’t have the patience for that. I knew where he planned to send his first ejaculation.

  Once I had worked his cock halfway into my mouth, he tilted my head up and forced the rest of his engorged dick into my throat. My eyes watered as I struggled to maintain eye contact, wanting to see him as he took from me what he needed. He shifted himself to the edge of the couch and slowly pulled himself out of my mouth, allowing me to swallow and take a breath.

  “I love that mouth of yours, Jacqs. My cock belongs there. It’s been way too long, don’t you think?”

  Before I had a chance to respond, he soused past my lips, forcing himself in until I felt his balls on my chin. Back and forth he moved, never breaking eye contact and our connection. His cock swelled even more as his orgasm hovered close.

  The last time he pulled out he said, “Take a deep breath for me honey.”

  I nodded and did as he asked.

  He immersed his shaft back into my throat and held it there as he bellowed his release. “Fuck Jacqs! Just as I remembered, oh fuuuck.”

  My eyes continued to tear as I watched his climax through a blur. I felt both powerful—that I could give Bond such an intense orgasm when he could have anyone—and in awe of his sexuality and the spell he cast over me.

  “Jesus,” he said, as he finally withdrew his cock.

  I licked my lips and made a popping sound.

  He chuckled as he reclined against the couch and closed his eyes.

  Resting against his left leg, I snuggled close. I lifted his semi-hard cock and licked off the come oozing out of the tip.

  “Do you know what will happen if you continue doing that?” he asked.

  “Mmmhmm,” I muttered.

  After he had recovered, he reached down and pulled me back into his lap. I couldn’t help but swivel my butt, making Bond laugh.

  “You sure are a horny girl, Jacqs. I think you should visit me more often.”

  “You have plenty of women to provide services for you.”

  “First off, none are like you. And secondly, I was talking about you.”

  “Let’s not talk,” I said. I would berate myself the next day for my current indiscretions, but I had no plans on stopping at one orgasm.

  “As you wish. Let’s move this to the bedroom.”

  He stood up with me in his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his fit waist. In quick, confident strides, he entered the bedroom and placed me down at the edge of the high mattress.

  “I’m always amazed at how quickly I recover for you,” he said, staring down at me.

  With my legs hanging off the end of the bed I leaned back on my hands and said, “Shall I believe it takes longer with the rest of your harem?”

  “Believe what you want.” He folded his arms across his chest.

  “Don’t get snarky, Bond.”

  “You’re right, let’s not talk.”

  Our brief conversation hadn’t dissuaded his cock. Clutching my thighs, he pulled my ass just over the edge of the bed and lowered himself, propping his upper body over mine. I held my knees back, opening myself to him. His hard-on penetrated my enflamed pussy, and after two strokes, he was fully immersed.

  He groaned in ecstasy and I moaned in unison, making us both smile. Bond filled me in a way no other man had, and I enjoyed every second of it.

  Our pace became frantic as we slammed our bodies together, and I could feel our perspiration building.

  Bond slowed his thrusts and said, “Play with your clit, Jacqs. I want to feel you come with me.”

  I hesitated, still feeling the discomfort that came along with touching myself around other people. Even with my history with Bond, I still felt self-conscious.

  “Do you need some motivation?” he said, glancing at the rack that held his instruments of torture.

  “No,” I said, letting go of my right knee and circling my clit. I placed my other hand down on the bed to propel myself against Bond’s delicious assault.

  “Jacqs!” he grunted, and I knew what he meant. I had let my eyes drift shut, and he demanded eye contact during sex at all times.

  “Yes sir!” I practically spat out.

  “Good girl.”

  I circled my nub in time with his lunges and grunted each time he crashed against me. It didn’t
take long to get right to the very edge, sparking small orgasms leading up to the big one.

  “Bond, I’m close.”

  “So am I love. Take me over the brink with you.”

  “Okay … okay … oh lord, oh yes, here we go! Ohhh.”

  My pussy clutched and convulsed around Bond’s cock, causing his orgasm to fire along with mine. A roll of thunder that seemed to start in his chest escaped his mouth in a roar that deafened us both. His explosion filled me with his energy and come.

  He collapsed on top of me, shifting slightly to the side. I just lay there, dead to the world, floating in the afterglow.

  “Jesus, Jacqs. Do you have special powers in that pussy of yours?”

  “Very funny,” I said, rolling my eyes.

  “I think I have sex amnesia with you.”

  “Sex amnesia? That’s a new one. Do tell.” I wondered where he came up with his bullshit.

  “Well, if I remembered how great sex was with you, I’d be following you around all the time.”

  I laughed at him. “Uh huh,” I said, scooting over to get around him.

  “Where are you going?” He grabbed my waist to keep me in place.

  “To clean up,” I said, gesturing to my saturated labia, “and to brush my teeth.”

  “Okay, hurry back.”

  Once I had finished up in the bathroom, I climbed into bed, and we got into our usual sleeping configuration. My right cheek lay on his left shoulder, and my left leg crossed over his stomach. His left arm cuddled me in close, and we both started drifting off. I would berate myself in the morning, most especially when Bond morphed back to his usual self, but in that moment, before sleep overtook me, I felt blissful.

  *****

  “Last night was a mistake and shouldn’t have happened. Next time call Red.”

  “Come on, Jacqs, don’t pull away from me.”

  “You’re kidding, right?” I said, throwing my hands out in front of me.

  “I’m not.”

  “Bond, I love you, but you’re delusional. You are kicking me out of your apartment so you can yacht with some rich chicks Red has drummed up, and yet, you’re acting like I’m shunning you after you have awakened me with kisses and a warm breakfast. Really, dude?”

  “Oh, no,” Red said as he strolled into the apartment, “she’s calling you dude. That can’t be good.”

  “Fuck off Red. I’m not in the mood,” I said, spinning around with my hands on my hips.

  “Are you ever? I mean other than last night, obviously. And I had actually started growing some respect for you but now…” He swept his hand around as if the gesture said everything.

  “You and the Neanderthal deserve each other,” I spewed at Bond.

  I punched the big brute in the stomach, and he just laughed.

  At six feet two, Red towered over me by a foot. Everything about him was big. He had a large head and huge hands, and even as much as I hated him, I wondered just how big his cock might be. He had small gauges in both earlobes and full lips. He kept his beard and hair shortly cropped, which highlighted the sharp planes of his face. Bond had dubbed him “Red” when they first met at their private high school. His hair fit the name; even the hair under his arms and on his chest was red.

  He, like Bond, had one tattoo. His was much larger due to the sheer scale of his size and its location; the tattoo spread out across the top of his back between his shoulder blades. It was a green Celtic tree created by a complex series of knots that illustrated the trunk, roots, and branches.

  I never understood the friendship between them, but they seemed to have a history that kept them close. Where Bond had flitted between different jobs and apartments over the years, Red seemed far more stable, owning a house and a successful investment firm.

  “You’re still coming over to Red’s later, right?” Bond asked. “We can talk then.”

  “There’s nothing to talk about. And when are you going to start hanging out somewhere else? Don’t you realize that your guard dog doesn’t like me?”

  “How wrong you are about that, Jacqs,” Bond said.

  I stared at both of them, absolutely sure they were just fucking with me, but I could have sworn Red’s ears went crimson.

  “It’s time for you to leave, Little One,” Red said.

  I hated when he called me that, but Neanderthal and Little One had become our snarky nicknames for each other.

  “I’m going,” I said, grabbing my keys and purple hoodie off the entrance table on my way out.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Sweet Nothing

  by Calvin Harris (ft. Florence Welch)

  I climbed into my pale-green VW Beetle and drove back to my first floor, one bedroom condo off Sheridan Street. Other than the no-see-um bugs that came out at dusk and dawn, I loved my place.

  To the right of the front door was the kitchen that overlooked the living room. I had painted each wall in the main space a different complementary color, which I chose because they nicely offset the dark wood furniture and brown couch. I hadn’t bothered with a kitchen table and instead had two stools on the far side of the island that housed the stove.

  The usual huge pile of laundry sat to the left of the entrance, and the place overall needed to be cleaned, but I just wanted to climb into bed. I thought about pounding my pillow, imagining Bond and Red alternately, until my arms were too weak for another punch. Then I’d crash until I woke up again at which point I’d decide whether or not to go over to Red’s house to talk with Bond.

  As I tromped to the bedroom staring at my unmade bed, my stomach growled, so I circled back to the kitchen.

  A knock sounded on my door.

  “Come in,” I yelled from behind the refrigerator door.

  “Where were you girl?” Lainie said as she closed the front door behind her.

  She stood almost as tall as Red and had long, light-brown hair that became blonder in the summer months. Her legs went on forever in her black bike shorts as she settled herself upon the stool. Bending over, she unlaced her running shoes. We didn’t always see eye to eye on things, my relationship with Bond for example, but she was always there for me.

  “You’re just in time for some breakfast. Eggs?” I placed the eggs, cheese, black olives, and tomato on the counter.

  “I’m good with whatever. So?” she said, boring into me with her hazel eyes.

  “How do you know I wasn’t here?” I asked as I diced the tomato and olives.

  “Your car was gone when I passed on my way to the beach. I stopped to see if you wanted to go for a walk on the boardwalk.”

  “Oh, sorry I missed you. Bond had another family crisis last night and I stayed over there.” I tried to pull off nonchalance, but Lainie knew me better than that.

  “Jacqueline, please don’t tell me—”

  I gave her a sheepish smile, and I could see her fuming.

  “Have you learned nothing? Come on girl, you know better than that. He’s never going to change.”

  “I know that, Lane. Truly I’m fine, other than wanting to punch Red again. That man works my last nerve.” I poured olive oil into the hot pan and threw in the tomatoes and olives.

  “But you slept with Bond, right? Don’t you remember the last time?” she said, throwing her hands up in the air. “How long has it been? Five … six months? You were a wreck.”

  “This time was different. I made a choice. What can I say, I was horny and I just decided to go for it. I wasn’t expecting anything more than a few orgasms for me.” I gave her a cheeky smile and almost laughed. I looked away and tossed a sprinkle of shredded Italian cheeses and some fresh basil into the pan.

  “How are you ever going to find someone else when you can’t let Bond go?” Lainie walked over to the coffee maker and fired it up.

  “Come on, Lainie, that’s not fair, I have let him go. So what if we fuck now and again. As long as I know, and I really do know, that it will never be more than that.”

  I popped two slices of br
ead in the toaster and poured the scrambled eggs into the pan.

  “Why does Bond always say you were the one who ended things and yet—”

  “It’s his clever way with history, but technically he is correct.”

  “You ended it? Wait a minute, I thought you said—”

  “I’m the one who said, ‘we’re done’, but his unwillingness even to try a closed relationship is what did us in. How many times should I have to watch him go off with another woman? Of course, according to him, I could have joined in. Ugh! Truthfully I have only myself to blame. He has always been upfront with me, and I guess I just hoped he would change.” I sighed and said, “None of that matters now. I got laid, and things will continue as always.”

  “Are you going over to Red’s tonight? Kev and Cat plan to be there.”

  “You’re coming too, right?”

  “Not tonight, unless my online date sucks, or he doesn’t show. My offer still stands; I’ll help you set up a profile.”

  “Thanks, but no thanks. I’d rather not suck at dating online too, and I don’t have the patience for it. Besides, I can live vicariously through you, that is, if you start sharing any of the details.”

  I plated up the food as Lainie poured each of us a cup of coffee then we settled on the couch.

  “So what did Red do to piss you off this time?”

  “Just his mere presence pisses me off.”

  “And yet you hang out at his place often.”

  I laughed and said, “That’s true but there are usually enough people and plenty of rooms there that we can safely avoid each other. Plus on Wednesday nights, it’s usually just the gang and not a line of their latest hopefuls. How many modelesque women are there in South Florida anyway? They’ll run out soon enough.”

  “Very funny,” Lainie said.

  “Something odd happened this morning though.”

  “With Bond?”

  “No, with Red. I said something to the effect that Bond needs to start hanging out somewhere different because Red hates me. And Bond said something like I got that all wrong. I swear Red’s ears went all red.” Jacqs laughed.