Love Is Overdue

by Natalie Myrie

  But Ben didn’t seem to mind one bit. He seemed to enjoy having me in my own bed at last. He lay me down on my back and spread my legs, kissing me so deeply as he entered me again, just filling me right up. I wrapped my legs tight around his and just let him stroke me...slow at first and then just faster, deeper, harder... He was beyond amazing, and he felt so good, he had me flowing like a river...

  He groaned deeply, lifting himself and bracing himself with his hands. “I’m not wearing a condom,” he pointed out, reluctantly, as he reached down and gripped his cock, which was still inside me, soaking him right up.

  “I know,” I admitted. “That’s why it was feeling so good.”

  Ben sucked his teeth but couldn’t help a little smile as he pulled out all the way and just started rubbing my clit with the head, teasing me. “Bad girl,” he whispered, narrowing his eyes at me.

  “Very bad girl,” I agreed with him, reaching down and gripping his cock, pulling on him, feeling my wetness all over that smooth, slick skin. It was just making me hotter. “Just keep fucking me, Ben, it feels too good... I’m on the pill so...I don’t care.”

  “Hmmm...” He laughed at that, amused by my desperation. “You got it bad, baby.” And then I felt him filling me up again, even deeper, as his hand pushed against the back of my thigh, bending my knee back gently.

  I gasped. “Oh shit!” I grabbed my other leg then and pulled it back. “Fuck me harder, Ben, I wanna feel it.” I tried to hook my feet up on his shoulders, but felt him stretch me beyond my limit without even thrusting. I winced. “Oh my god...”

  Ben just pulled my leg down gently. “Mmm...no, baby, I can’t do that, am gonna hurt you.” He seemed to know something I didn’t – or maybe now I did.

  “Shit.” I let my breath out. “You’re too much.”

  He smiled, rubbing my leg. “No, I’m not too much. We just gotta be careful.” Then he pushed up off me slowly, rolling onto his back. “Come on, get on top,” he ordered in that that slow, sexy voice, gripping his cock, rubbing it slowly. “Let me see what you can do,” he teased me.

  I laughed softly, but obeyed immediately, lowering myself cautiously onto him as he steered himself inside me, finding that sweet spot that was all his. I moaned as I felt him fill me up all the way, bearing down on him harder and harder, but it was really no use. No matter how wet I was, or how many times he’d fucked me, I just couldn’t get used to his size. So as hard as I tried to fuck him, it was him that reached around me, gripping my ass, spreading me open and pushing me down on him, over and over – I just had no ability to take control, I just melted in his arms every time.

  “Ben, you’re too big...” I was gasping for air with every thrust.

  His arms spread around my waist then, pulling me closer. “Okay...lay down on top of me, baby,” he instructed me gently, as he pulled me in for a kiss. His lips grazed my jaw, my ear... “Is that better?”

  “Yes...oh God...” I moaned again.

  His hands squeezed my breasts and he pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking off one and then the other, driving me absolutely crazy as he stared up at me.

  Then his hands were gripping my ass as he started thrusting me down onto him again, faster and faster, pushing up to meet me each time. It was so intense, so deep, and so fast – I was just losing it, panting, shrieking, and moaning beyond control. And then every time I reached my limit and couldn’t take another second, he would ease up and rock me gently as I caught my breath.

  He groaned deeply as he rolled me onto my back and sat up beside me, his back to me as he reached between my legs, pushing my thighs apart, his fingers taking over for his cock then. I squirmed with his touch as he just stared down, watching his every move, as he dipped inside me and then rubbed my clit, back and forth.

  Then, all of a sudden, his hand was on mine, his fingers teasing mine as he pulled my hand over between my legs.

  I gasped softly, emerging from the pleasurable trance he had me in. “What are you doing?” I asked softly, nervously.

  He didn’t take his eyes off what he was doing. “Touch yourself. I want to watch you.”

  I caught my breath in disbelief. But of course I obeyed. I couldn’t have said no to him if I’d wanted to...

  He got on his knees then, between my legs, staring down at me as I played with my pussy for him, showing him exactly how I touched myself, how I rubbed my clit. He was stroking himself slowly and I just stared back at him, at his beautiful body, his gorgeous lips, those hungry eyes... I moaned softly, the pleasure building up inside me. His eyes danced all over my body, and as he looked up I squeezed by breast, teasing my nipple with my finger. I was so close...

  “Fuck, you are so beautiful, Gabriela.” His voice escaped him, and I nearly lost it right then, but just as quickly his hand reached out and pushed mine aside, as he leaned over, replacing my fingers with his mouth...his lips...his tongue, and I came so deeply yet again.

  “Mmmm...” He licked his lips, pulling away only once he knew I was completely spent.

  He was inside me again, stroking me harder, over and over...

  “Baby, I’m gonna come.” His voice was soft but desperate.

  All my senses heightened again. “Yes, baby...” I whispered. I couldn’t manage much else.

  “Where you want me to come?” I could tell he was holding back, he was waiting...

  I didn’t even have to think about it. I licked my lips. “Let me taste you, Ben...”

  And that was all he needed to hear. He pulled out of me suddenly and knelt right next to my face. His thumb grazed my bottom lip, tugging gently, as he gripped his cock hard, squeezing. He didn’t even let me suck him. He just exploded all over my open mouth, my outstretched tongue, letting out the sexiest, deepest intense groan. I was in heaven and I swallowed him up quickly and then just closed my mouth around him, sucking every last drop out of him that I could. I could have sworn it satisfied me even more than it did him – but then again, it was my first time.

  Ben was quiet for a long time. He kept watching me, recovering slowly, and I waited, as I always did, for him to regain his bearings. I loved those intense moments just after his release when Ben seemed almost vulnerable. Exposed. It was the only time when he ever lost his control and it gave me a slight edge – for those brief seconds.

  Eventually Ben just eased himself back down next to me and I smiled and cuddled up against his warm body, my head on his chest. We were both quiet for a long time. I listened to him breathing slowly…steadily…and just when I thought he may have fallen asleep, I felt his hand glide so smoothly across mine and lock his fingers with mine.

  “So…you and Tony…” He broke the silence then. “What’s the story there, Gabby? How you two become friends?”

  His random question surprised me. But I’d figured after meeting Tony he would have his questions. The few guys I’d ever introduced Tony to had definitely had theirs…

  “Well…” I thought for a moment. “We met in ninth grade…we were fourteen, and…neither of us really had any friends. I guess we were both loners. Weirdos generally tend to gravitate towards each other, especially as teenagers.”

  He didn’t laugh at that. “Why didn’t you have any friends?” He was running his fingers across the palm of my hand, tracing my life-line. It was so soothing…

  I sighed softly. “I don’t know.”

  “Come on.”

  “I…” I thought. “I was shy…I was quiet...I was fat…I didn’t relate to any of the girls my age. And my mom was pretty demanding…that’s kinda when it started.” I stopped talking then. Why was I talking about this?

  He was quiet for a moment. “When what started? When she got sick?”

  I nodded. “I mean…she slowly started to shut people out of her life, you know…not that there were that many to begin with, but…she needed me, and I was so young, I needed her too, but…I guess part of me knew it wasn’t normal but it was all I knew. So I spent most of my time at home…even then…but
when I met Tony, he kinda brought me out of my shell – taught me how to dress and how to do my hair and put on makeup – I was his little project. Brought all the pent-up girliness out in me…told me I was beautiful…” I kind of laughed. “But I was in love with him. I was so fuckin’ clueless.”

  Ben laughed softly. “Y’serious?”

  “Yeah, I know it’s pretty funny.”

  “Damn…” Ben let his breath out.

  “What the fuck did I know?” I protested in my own defense, laughing along with him. “Luckily, my gay-dar has improved…” I eyed him. “Right?” I teased him.

  Ben sucked his teeth at that though. “Am not even answerin’ that,” he dismissed my comment. “He did a good job, though…”

  His words surprised me. “At what?” I wanted to know.

  He turned onto his side then, meeting my eyes and brushing the hair from my face. “Turning you into a girl. I appreciate that about you.”

  I smiled at that, and Ben leaned over and kissed me.

  Ω

  When I opened my eyes, daylight was pouring in through the bedroom window. I rolled over and saw Ben, sitting on the edge of my bed in just his jeans, busy with his blackberry.

  “Hey...” I found my voice, nervous all of a sudden. “What time is it?”

  He glanced over at me and smiled. “It’s just eight o’clock...but I gotta go get ready for work.”

  My heart sank a little. “Oh, right.”

  He reached over and stroked the side of my face. “Just keep sleeping,” he said softly. “I cleaned the kitchen for you. And I made coffee.”

  “Oh...” My heart did a little flip at the thought. He did what? “Thanks, Ben.”

  I wanted to sit up but then I remembered I was still completely naked, so I pulled the covers tighter around my body and snuggled my pillow instead.

  “You’re welcome,” Ben said easily, pulling on his shirt as I stared back longingly at that sexy torso of his. I hated when he covered it up. “Your coffee maker’s a piece of shit,” he added then. “How old is that thing?”

  I laughed softly. “I don’t know. It’s just me that drinks coffee here anyway...but I guess I should buy a new one.”

  Ben was on his feet then, gathering his wallet and keys from the night stand. “So what you doin’ today?”

  I sighed. “Not much. Going to see my mom.”

  “We should go out later. Adam’s band playin’ a gig at Buena Comida,” Ben threw out casually, becoming momentarily preoccupied with his phone again.

  My ears perked up immediately. I had been waiting to finally get a chance to go see Ben’s old band play a show. Ben had promised me he would get on stage and sing “Pressure Drop” if I ever came to one of their gigs. It was my favourite ska tune of all time…

  I smiled at the invitation. “Sounds good…”

  “Cool...” His voice trailed off as his phone sounded again and he read the text briefly. “Shit. I gotta go, baby.” And he leaned over quickly, kissing my forehead.

  “Why? What is it?” My heart rate sped up immediately.

  “Fish monger on Powell. Shipment came in early. Fuck.” The irritation in his tone was palpable, but I couldn’t help but smile to myself at his restaurant-related emergency.

  “What does that mean?” I wanted to know.

  “Means if I don’t get there soon we ain’t havin’ any snapper on the menu today,” he explained, pocketing his phone again.

  “Okay, go. Text me later.”

  And I shooed him out of the room, still curled up cozily in my warm bed.

  Ω

  My brother’s call came that afternoon. I was still in the waiting room outside my mother’s room, waiting for her to finish with the physical therapist that was in with her.

  “So how’s she doing?”

  I sighed. “I don’t really know, to be honest, Laz...”

  “What do you mean? You’re there with her. What are the doctors saying?”

  “None of her physical injuries are life-threatening but... she can’t walk – maybe never will again. Her shaking’s gotten worse. And her speech.” I stared at a crack in the linoleum, tracing it back and forth with the toe of my sandal.

  He was quiet for a moment. And I just waited, mindlessly wondering what he was thinking. I had an idea. He was probably watching the clock, wondering how many more minutes this conversation would have to last, and how quickly he could just forget it and carry on with his day.

  “And what about you, Gabby?”

  His question surprised me.

  “Me?”

  “Yeah, how are you doing? I know you and mom have always been really tight and –”

  “Tight?” I cut him off. “Yeah, of course we’re tight, Laz...I’m all she has.”

  “Don’t start the guilt-trip again, Gab. We been over this a thousand times. Things didn’t have to be this way.”

  “Yeah, and what was the alternative? A home? You wanted to send her away, Laz...like six years ago already!”

  “Yeah. Somewhere equipped to take care of her,” he said, his tone rising. “But you decided to give up your life for her, Gab...you enjoy playing the martyr – because it’s the perfect excuse for you to use when shit doesn’t go your way – because poor Gabriela gave up everything to take care of her mother... Fuck. Grow up, Gabby. Mom was actually happy about the idea of a care home, she told me herself, but as soon as you heard the idea you just lost it. We had to all calm you down, remember? And Mom just let it go. You think I ran away, right? That I’m not a man, because I’m not sitting around, waiting on my sick mother hand and foot...because I actually did something with my life? That’s what you think – that’s what you’ve always thought of me, Gabby. But what you don’t know – what no one ever fucking told you – is that mom pushed me out. Did you ever think she wanted better for me? I love her just as much as you do, Gabriela. I tried okay…you don’t know what I went through anyway, so stop trying to play the fucking victim, am getting real tired of it.”

  I felt my hand trembling, the blood surging through my veins. I couldn’t even find my voice, but Laz’s words and the contempt spilling from his mouth just kept ringing and ringing in my ears. Drowning out any rational thought possible.

  So I just clicked my phone off. And immediately the ringing seemed to fade to nothing.

  Chapter Eleven

  The Caribbean Days Festival in North Vancouver happened every year near the end of July. It was a two day long outdoor festival in Waterfront Park, full of various open stages for reggae, soca and calypso acts, Caribbean food vendors and booths that sold clothing, jewelry, and anything else “island” under the sun.

  The Metro-Vancouver Caribbean community and appreciators always came out in full force, and this year was no exception. I had been a few times in previous years and this year I had Tasha with me. Tasha was always completely in her zone at any Caribbean events, but Tony always felt a bit on edge, and as much as I’d tried to convince him to come along, he bailed at the last minute, leaving me to inevitably have to mingle with Tasha and all of her loud and crazy booty-short-wearing girlfriends.

  Ben had a food truck at the festival, and although we planned to meet up during the day, I knew I wouldn’t be able to spend all my time with him. The crowds were intense and he and a few of his staff were busy cooking and serving, feeding all the swarms of hungry festival-goers.

  It was a sweltering hot day for Vancouver – even in July. The high was expected to reach 30 degrees Celsius, and not a cloud in the sky. Tasha had given me an impressive nod of approval when she caught sight of me in my daring ensemble for the day. I was wearing a printed sarong in multiple shades of purple that hung about knee-length – over my strapless bra, of course – which I had decided to belt, so my enormous booty wouldn’t make me look like I was draped in a bed-sheet. My frizzy mop of curls was unmanageable in this heat so I had tied it into a messy bun and had on some dangling silver earrings and a few bangles and a pair of cute rimless sun
glasses – my fresh pedicure finishing my look in my new beige wedged sling-backs.

  Of course, to most men, Tasha’s tight little body simply sporting some white daisy-dukes and a yellow tube top was far more eye-stopping – but I didn’t care. I was making my own statement today.

  We exited the sea bus terminal and headed to the gates together in a crowd of other festival-goers, the music already pulling us in before we even got to the park.

  “How’s your mom doing, girl?” Tasha asked as we browsed some of the clothing booths together.

  I had a feeling Tony had prompted it, but I didn’t care.

  “I just came from the hospital,” I told her. “She’s the same... Laz called me yesterday, though. He’s planning to fly out here next week – or so he says.”

  I still didn’t know quite what to make of my brother’s sudden decision to come visit. Since his blow-up over the phone in the hospital waiting room with me two weeks earlier, we hadn’t really spoken. He’d kept himself up-to-date with how my mom was doing through my aunt and when he did call me again and said he was flying in, I had been a little too stunned to ask too many questions.

  “You serious?” Tasha looked up from the rack of t-shirts she was scouring through. “Wow – I haven’t seen Laz in like...”

  “Years,” I finished for her. “Hey, what you think?” I held out a t-shirt with a print of Bob – a plume of smoke billowing out of his mouth. “I should buy this for Tony,” I joked.

  “Ha!” Tasha laughed. She pulled out another t-shirt with the Rasta colours tie-dyed throughout. “We just need to add a few more colours of the rainbow to it and he be set.” She glanced out at the crowds. “Let’s go find Ben.”