by Mia Ford
A couple of hours later, there was a knock at the door, and I raced over, hoping it was my father, but it wasn’t. I smiled and hugged Blaine, inviting him inside. My father still hadn’t shown up from his hiatus, and I knew that we were now well into one of his rogue relapses. I was getting tired of pulling him out of them. I had no idea where he had gone, and I figured it must be the casinos since the track wasn’t open at night, and the casino usually comped hotel rooms for those spending money at the casino. But where had he gotten money from? I had checked all the electronics, and he hadn’t taken a thing.
I pulled Blaine over to the couch and flipped on the movie, burrowing myself against his body. He pulled one arm around me and held me close as he called and ordered the pizza from the place down the street. When the pizza got there, I was starving. We watched his movie and chowed down on some really good pizza. Everything seemed to be going perfectly, and I loved the feeling I got as we sat around, acting like we were a serious couple. At that point, I thought it was safe to say that we were in a committed relationship, regardless of the fact that I hadn’t taken the time to have that conversation with him. Those talks were always awkward, and there was always a good chance that the two people talking would fail to come to the same conclusion, leaving the situation at a crossroads. Unfortunately, crossroads were not at all what I was looking for, so I dropped the idea and went back to watching the movie.
The movie that Blaine picked out was pretty good, and to my surprise, I was really enjoying the action parts in the scenes. I didn’t know if it was pent-up aggression or just my thoughts and feelings changing, but I could totally see myself blowing up my enemies. The biggest problem was, I really didn’t have an enemy, not one I could see anyway. I was not going to go pissing off my father in the state that he probably was in at that point.
We watched the rest of the movie in silence, happy to just be in each other’s arms. However, as night fell, I could hear my heart beating louder and louder, and I knew that I needed a distraction. Blaine was so handsome, sitting there on the couch, and I lifted myself up, putting my legs over his and straddling him. Instantly, we forgot all about the pizza or movies, and instead, ended our evening in a lovers’ embrace. His mouth tasted so amazing, and his eyes looked at me darkly as I rubbed my fingers down his arms. I stood up from him and led him back to my room, ready to get it on.
When we walked through the doors, I knew it was my turn to show him just how much I wanted him. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. I looked into his eyes, leaned forward, and kissed his neck as my fingers fumbled with his belt. He chuckled and helped me pull it from the loops in his pants. I pushed his hands away, unzipping his pants and letting them fall to the floor. I looked up at his eyes and ran my hands down his hard body, into his boxer briefs. He gasped as I grabbed onto his already hard shaft and ran my palms over it. For several moments, I stroked his cock, watching him sigh deeply and close his eyes. His muscles tensed in his shoulders and arms, and I slowly pressed my lips against his warm skin.
I trailed down his belly as I kneeled in front of him, looking up as he watched me pull his boxers down to his ankles. His cock spilled out of his shorts, bouncing around in front of me until I grabbed hold of his erection and ran my lips over the tip of his cock. Slowly, I opened my mouth and slid it down over his bulging dick, feeling it move through my mouth and down into my throat. I grasped the base of his shaft and stroked as I pulled my head back and dove back down again. A loud groan escaped his throat, and I smiled, knowing I was doing a hell of a job.
Over and over again, my lips moved over him, sucking hard as I pulled back. My hand reached up and massaged his balls, and I could feel his fingers moving through my hair. He grabbed hold of my head and began to move my mouth up and down his cock, the intensity swelling with each stroke. He pushed me down hard, and I deep-throated him. My eyes watered as I sucked from the back of my throat. There was barely any room to spare as his raging hard-on swelled in my mouth. I came back up for air and gazed up at him, tears welling in the corners of my eyes. His cock was so perfect, and I wanted to keep going until he couldn’t take it any longer.
15
Blaine
It was the first time I had felt her lips completely wrapped around my cock, and I couldn’t help but stand there, completely paralyzed by it. As she pushed her head down, taking all of me into her mouth, I could feel the sucking sensation in the back of her throat, and it was absolutely amazing. Everything in the man part of my brain told me to let her keep going and then blow a load all over her, but I wanted to feel her pussy wrapped tightly around my cock.
I had my fingers intertwined in her hair, and I had to pull my hands away, feeling the orgasm welling up in my stomach. Just watching her on her knees, enjoying having me in her mouth, was enough to send me over the edge. Couple that with the way her soft lips felt wrapped around my shaft, and I was having a hard time not just letting it all go right there. In fact, I was concentrating so hard on not coming, I was starting to forget how amazing it felt.
I reached back down and pulled her head off my dick, pulling up on her face as the pressure building in my stomach began to lessen. I pushed her onto her bed and watched as she ripped her clothes off her body. Her round, perky tits bounced up and down as she scooted up on the bed. She leaned against the headboard and smirked at me as I walked forward and climbed onto the mattress. I was in no mood to play games at that point, having held back my explosion. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her onto her back, listening to her giggle as her head hit the pillow. I laid down on the bed and motioned to her, watching her climb over on top of me and straddle my waist.
She reached down between her legs and grabbed onto my cock, sending electric pulses through my body. It was bulging, red, and swollen, and I could feel the nerves on edge beneath her fingertips. She smiled mischievously as she positioned herself over my shaft, licking her hand and rubbing it between her legs before slowly lowering herself onto me. Immediately, she began to bob up and down on my dick, and I couldn’t help myself. I reached forward and grabbed her waist, giving her extra oomph as she bounced up and down. I could feel the wetness between her legs begin to increase, soothing my aching cock. I gripped her hips tightly and held her still, thrusting my cock upward into her. She screamed out and leaned her head back. Her body rubbed against mine as she rode me hard.
Her hips began to swish in circles every time my cock lowered out of her, and her clit rubbed against my skin. It was hard as a bullet, and I couldn’t help but hope that she was about to come all over me. As my body pushed faster, her screams grew more intense. Suddenly, she reached down and tapped her clit, arching her back and throwing her head backward. I could feel the rush of juices flowing over my dick, and her body shook on top of me. She reached up and grabbed her tits, screaming out loudly.
“I love you,” she said breathlessly, throwing me off slightly.
I didn’t slow down, though, and as her pussy pulsated around my shaft, I let my inhibitions go. She came hard, and when she was done, I pushed her backward onto the bed, climbing on top of her and ramming into her. She screamed out in ecstasy as I sat up and pounded into her. After three or four thrusts, I pulled out and fisted my cock hard in front of her. She smiled and leaned up on her elbows, throwing her head back and waiting for my cock to explode. Finally, after several strokes, I groaned loudly, feeling the release that I had been looking for since her lips were around my shaft. The hot stream of come flew from my dick and splattered across Josie’s chest. She moaned as I came just as hard as she did, spraying her with my seed.
Finally, when the last bit of come had dripped from my cock, I sighed, falling onto the bed and turning toward her. Her cheeks were flushed red, and I could tell she was embarrassed by what she’d said. Sure, it had thrown me off, but then it was followed up with the best damn orgasm I’d ever had.
“I’m sorry,” she said, looking down at the bed. “I know it is too soon to be saying I love yo
u.”
“Don’t apologize,” I responded. “There is absolutely nothing to be sorry for. I feel the same exact way. I just didn’t respond because it surprised me.”
“Yeah,” she said, laughing. “It was kind of an awkward time to say it.”
“I think it was perfect,” I said, leaning forward and kissing her lips. “And I love you, too.”
She smiled big as my lips pressed against her. For several minutes, we lay there with our lips moving over each other’s, our emotions pouring out in kisses and heavy glances. Her hands came up around my shoulders, and she pulled me into her, her warm, perky breasts rubbing over my chest. My cock began to respond to her sensual nature, and things started to heat up once again. However, as I reached my hand for her breast, she grabbed it, looking toward the closed door and shushing me. I heard the sound of someone coming in the house.
“It must be my dad,” she said, jumping from the bed and pulling on her clothes. “I’ll be out in a second.”
I watched as she rushed into the bathroom to fix her hair, which was definitely wild and all over the place. I pulled on my cock and groaned, apologizing to him for all the strain he had been through over the last few hours. I pulled on my jeans and t-shirt and fixed my hair in the mirror on Josie’s wall before sneaking from the room and walking toward the living room. I could see Josie’s father walk from the kitchen into the living room, his face tired and worn. I knew it was time that I had a talk with the man. He needed to know exactly what he was doing to his daughter. As he turned toward me, I saw the large purple bruise across his chin.
Did someone punch Josie’s father?
I had to push that thought from my mind in order to get my point across, without sounding harsh or angry. He needed to know who I was and that I was in Josie’s life now. He had to start seeing his addiction for what it really was, a life-altering issue, and not just for him. I had no illusion that this would help anything, but I couldn’t go another day watching Josie freak out because her father kept jumping off the deep end. I loved her, and it was my turn to take care of her and protect her from the things she might not even realize were hurting her. Her father was one of those things, and although I understood it was difficult, I knew helping him was ultimately helping her.
“Josie has been worried sick,” I said sternly. “Look, man to man, you need to start respecting your daughter. Everything she does is for you, and I am staring at a completely exhausted woman almost every day. It is not her job to take care of you. I understand that you have a problem, and it’s not something new. It’s been going on for so long, you’ve been suffering through this from the first hand of poker you ever played. The thing is, though, you have to stop hurting your daughter and all the people around you. I would be more than happy to help you and get you into some treatment that could really help you.”
I stood there for a moment, watching him power up his computer as if he hadn’t heard a word I said. I gave him time, knowing a statement like that was probably hard to fully process. I knew it was hard on Josie, but I couldn’t imagine how hard it had been for him, having lost his wife and now being in danger of losing his daughter as well. All because of the gambling addiction.
“Mind your own business,” he grumbled, waving me away.
My heart sunk a little. I had completely wasted my breath trying to talk to the man. He had given up on everything, from treatment to life, and the dull look in his eyes told me everything there was to know about the man. He had given up like I had, figuring the people in my life were either gone or on their way out the door. It made me incredibly sad so I backed off, having said my piece. Just as I decided to end my conversation, Josie walked from her room and smiled at me, glancing at her father’s face, but hiding the shock she was obviously feeling. I hated that she didn’t feel comfortable enough to have me help her, but I also understood that I was new in their life, and she was used to handling these types of situations on her own.
I walked toward the door, hearing her tiny footsteps following after me. It was definitely time to go, and I could tell by Josie’s silence that she needed some alone time with her father. All I could do was support her choices and be there for her whenever she needed me. I walked to the door and opened it, stepping out onto the porch and watching her follow me out. She slowly closed the door and turned to me, a thankful look on her face.
“I’m sorry we have to cut the night short,” she said, pulling me close to her. “As you can imagine, I have a whole lot of questions for my father.”
“I know,” I said, smiling. “Just remember what I said. I am here for you, no matter what. If you need me, just call, and I’ll come right over. You are not alone this time around. I’m here for you.”
“Thank you,” she said, leaning in close to my ear. “I love you.”
The words flowed from her mouth and into my brain, sending shocks to my chest and stomach. I kissed her softly and pulled back, looking deep into her eyes. She smiled, knowing what I wanted to say and leaned up, kissing my nose. I watched as she walked back inside her house and shut the door behind her. The words, “I love you,” made me feel like the luckiest man on earth. I seriously felt like I was floating on cloud nine, unable to plant my feet on the ground. Time after time, I had watched my friends fall in love and start to act differently, and now, I knew why.
Josie was the first girl I had ever actually loved, and the feeling was absolutely amazing. I jumped into my car and headed off, replaying the thought over and over again in my head. I loved this girl, and it wasn’t just any love. I knew I would love her for as long as I had air in my lungs. I knew I would want her every time I was around her, and there was no stopping that. Despite the intrusion of her father and his addiction, this night had been the best one in my entire life. I had finally realized what being in love was all about, and I never wanted the feeling to end.
16
Josie
I was exhausted. Between the hot sex with Blaine and the fact that I stayed up all night trying to find out who punched my father, there wasn’t a whole lot left of me. My father refused to tell me what was going on, and he’d turned to his computer screen, completely ignoring me. I stormed away and shut myself in my room, raging mad.
I stuck my neck out every single day for that man, and he had the audacity to hide his whereabouts from me. He didn’t have any respect for all the things I did for him, and even after all this time, I still couldn’t help but feel hurt by that fact. When I went to bed, I still couldn’t sleep. I laid awake in my bed, thinking about my father. Although I acted tough on the outside, on the inside, my thoughts were much more kind and caring for my dad. I was terrified that he had fallen in with the wrong group of people, taking loans that he could never afford to pay back, and satisfying his gambling addiction with that.
I had no idea what to do about this new twist on his old problem. I had seen him get tangled up with the wrong guys before, and it never turned out pretty for anyone. They had beaten the crap out of my father, and I had to empty my savings to pay back all the money he was indebted to them for. I was lucky that it appeased them, but I knew if it happened again, it would not be as simple or clean. I didn’t know what to do, no matter how hard I thought about it. If my father had gotten himself into trouble again, it meant I was in trouble, too. I had every right in the world to know what happened, but still, my father sat silent.
I was so incredibly frustrated by that man, and I was still pissed off the next morning after a restless night. I got dressed and made it to school early, not wanting to sit at my father’s breakfast table in an awkward silence. I sat down at my desk in my empty classroom, pulling out my phone and realizing that Blaine had texted me. I was so caught up in my father that morning, I had completely missed his texts.
Blaine: Hey there, beautiful. Do I get to see you tonight?”
Josie: I wish I could, but with my father back, I need to sit down and have a heart-to-heart with him. I need to focus on him now, knowing that th
ings cannot continue to go the way they have been. I can’t take much more of it.
Blaine: I understand. Did you find anything out about the bruise on his chin?
Josie: No, he won’t talk to me about it. I’m getting the silent treatment like my students give me.
Blaine: I’m sure he will tell you in time.
Josie: I’m sure. Anyway, speaking of students, mine will be here soon. I’ll text you later and let you know how everything went.
Blaine: You better. Love you, sweetheart.
Josie: Love you, too.
I smiled as I read the texts out loud, excited that I could say those words and know that they were true. I went through the rest of my day in robot mode, just trying to get to the end of the day without any emotional outbursts. When school was over, I took a deep breath, knowing the only thing I had to look forward to that night was forcing my father to admit to me what he had done. I wanted Blaine to be by my side so badly, but I also knew my father barely talked to me, much less my new boyfriend that he probably didn’t even recognize.
When I got home, my father was still sitting at the computer and didn’t even look up to say hello to me. I walked into the kitchen and started dinner, pulling out a pot roast and potatoes because I knew it was his favorite meal. I thought maybe if I got him in a good enough mood, he would open up to me a little. At least, that was what I hoped would happen. Whether it would work or not was a completely different story. I stood there in the kitchen, thinking about everything while dinner was cooking. When I pulled it out of the oven, I set the table and called my father over to sit down. He grumbled something and walked over to his seat, looking at the food but not changing his expression.