Love Sick

by HJ Bellus

  “How did you know?”

  Memphis waggles his eyebrows while pouring the perfect amount of salt in the longneck then finishing it off with a squeeze of lime.

  “Know what?” He’s playing it off like it’s no big deal. I’m not a fool. He got to the girls, and that thought makes me swoon harder than ever imaginable.

  “I’m surprised you have Coronas here when you’re a Jack Daniel’s man. Seems odd to me, not to you?”

  “I like a cold brewski every once in awhile.”

  “Yeah, what do you drink when you do have a beer?”

  “Corona.”

  “Interesting.” I tip the bottle back, taking a long pull from it. Since he didn’t fix a beer or open one for himself, I hand it to him. He doesn’t move, so I bring it to his lips.

  He gags. And I laugh.

  “Fine. I hate beer. I can't stand the taste and never have. I’m a whiskey man.”

  “So, how was your time with the girls?” I ask.

  “Hell and interesting all in one.”

  “Sounds about right.” I take another pull, enjoying the bitter golden liquid. “They didn’t hurt you or anything did they?”

  “They threatened to coat my dick in honey and string me up in the woods leaving me for the bears. Nothing too bad.”

  I sputter out some of the beer, slapping my hand over my mouth, fighting like hell to control my laughter. “They’re sluts and more than likely want to see your dick.”

  “They are something…”

  “You can say it. There’s no other way around it.”

  “I’m still trying to figure out how you fit into the whole picture. Josi was going on about whiskey shits, and I think walking ones? Butt sex was discussed in detail.”

  “I’m used to it. I’m the quiet, shy one. They take good care of me. My apartment is the place they always crash at. They’ve tried their best to drag me along with them, but it’s not my thing.”

  He lifts my chin, making me look at him. “What’s the sad face for?”

  I shake my head. “I know I do it to myself by not being as outgoing as them, but it’s not me. My parents were pretty shitty when I was growing up, and I’ve always been determined to be better, and I think along the way I lost myself, you know?”

  “Sunshine, you’re preaching to the choir here.”

  “I guess we have more in common than meets the eye.”

  “That we do.” He runs his hand up my thigh until it disappears under my cover-up.

  “I love them. Don’t get me wrong, but think if I hadn’t met you I’d be alone or forced to watch them dry hump the twins. Their fake boobs and over the top style attracts all the men.”

  “Not all of them,” he counters.

  I roll my eyes. “Please. You don’t have to lie.”

  “I’m not.” His hand moves closer to my center, dipping under my bikini bottom.

  “Only because my clumsy ass fell in your lap.”

  “And, thank God, it did. It's the best memory of my life.” His fingers dig into my flesh. “But here’s the gig, even if you hadn’t it wouldn’t have mattered. When I spotted you three at the bar the first day of the cruise, you were the one I saw. I don’t want to disrespect your friends, but anyone can look like them. All it takes is money and a surgeon. They can never be you or even half of you. Raylan, I haven’t lied to you yet and never plan to. You’re gorgeous.”

  “I don’t take compliments well, Memphis.”

  “Well, you better start learning to, Sunshine.” His fingers drag through my folds that are wet for him. My eyes flutter shut. The glass bottle is pulled from my hand. I know it’s Memphis from him leaning forward then relaxing back.

  His fingers don’t stop moving. “Your eyes are piercing and always full of honesty. An intriguing shade of green that pulled me in the first time I saw them is what I love most about you.”

  “Memphis,” I moan.

  “The way you blush and how it always creeps down to your cleavage.” He sinks a finger inside of me.

  “Your hair. It’s never overdone. Silky and wavy. I’ve been dying to fist it since the first day I met you.” His thumb rolls circles over my clit while his now two fingers work in and out of me. I’m unable to hold still, my hips matching the rhythm of his hand.

  “You’re clumsy as hell and so honest about it. Your tits, if I ever get to meet them, are the perfect handful.”

  “I’m close.” I barely get the two words out from my heavy panting.

  “Your pussy is the sweetest nectar I’ve ever tasted.” Memphis applies more pressure with his thumb. “Come on my fingers, Sunshine, so I can lick them clean. Fuck, it’s taking everything inside of me not crawl up on you right now and sink balls deep.”

  “Memphis. Oh, God! Oh, God!” It comes out as a scream as the orgasm he stirred up in me rips from my body. He covers my mouth with his, muffling my cries. His fingers continue to work in slow motion, dragging each aftershock out as another pulsing orgasm. The man has talent as he fucks my mouth with the same rhythm.

  When my body can’t take anymore, I sink back into the pillows and Memphis. He grins down at me happy with himself.

  “Time for dessert.” He pulls his hand from underneath my cover-up. I feel empty and miss his touch in a matter of seconds. I can’t take my eyes off him as he brings his fingers to his lips, running them along the seam. His tongue darts out licking them. He doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied they’re clean. I’ve never been adventurous when it comes to this stuff, but this man does something to me. I grab the back of his head, pulling him down until our lips are connected.

  Memphis opens up for me, letting me devour him. The taste of us mixed is mind-blowing. I run a hand down his abs until I feel his rock hard cock through his shorts. He groans and pulls back from the kiss and gazes up at the sky. I work him through his shorts.

  “I’m going to cum in my shorts if you don’t stop.”

  “Good.” I grip him through the material, continuing to work him, wanting more than anything to be stroking it with no barrier in between.

  His hand comes down on mine, stopping the movement. The door to the patio swings open with one of the same servers carrying a tray with a huge slice of chocolate cake on it. I have no idea how Memphis plays it off so cool. Me, on the other hand, I look like I’ve been caught. I can feel it written across my forehead in neon letters.

  “Can we take that to go please?” Memphis asks.

  “No problem. Give me a second to box it up for you.”

  As soon as the server is gone. Memphis is up to no good, going for round two under my cover-up.

  Twenty

  Memphis

  I’ve been a greedy son of a bitch with my money over the years. It was my mission to save it all up and flee the country. But that right there was the best spent Benjamins ever. I though Raylan was going to pass out when the server brought our chocolate cake out in a box when my fingers were inside of her.

  Now she’s spread out naked on her bed. The chocolate cake on the nightstand is ready to be devoured like my girl. I stand naked at the end of the bed branding this sight to memory. The light dusting of flush in her cheeks is growing brighter as it creeps down to her chest which makes my dick harder. The son of a bitch is throbbing. The fucker can’t be compared to a teepee right now but more like the Eiffel Tower.

  I squeeze my fist around the shaft until the head becomes an angry red and the desire to cum all over her tits subsides. Raylan sits up, scooting down to the edge of the bed until she swings her legs over the side, her hand reaches out, grabbing my ass, pulling me to her.

  I growl, loving this side of her taking what she wants. It’s sexy as sin. She darts her tongue out, licking up my shaft. She repeats the process on all sides before putting the head of my cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirls and sucks at the same time. My hands are fisting her hair, guiding her, setting the pace. Raylan drags her teeth along my shaft. My balls tighten so damn close to filling Raylan’s mouth.r />
  “Stop.” I pull back on Raylan’s hair.

  She shakes her head, but I tug harder. A popping sound fills the room when I get her mouth off my cock.

  “I want to taste you,” she whines.

  “Later. I need those tits and to be inside of you.” I lift her up, tossing her up and on the bed.

  “I think it’s time for a proper introduction.” I glide up her body, staring at her tits.

  Her nipples are hard, waiting for my attention and I go straight for them. Raylan is writhing underneath me, seeking for friction.

  “Patience, baby.” I take a swipe of the chocolate cake off the nightstand and paint each of her tits around her nipple. Raylan’s moans and her hands running through my hair makes my cock throb. I roll my hips through her folds. Nice long strokes, getting my dick wet with her need.

  “Dessert time,” I say before dragging my tongue through the chocolate icing. I lick, nip, and roll my hips, driving us both mad. Raylan’s torso quivers with need below me. Each of her movements are erotic and free as she enjoys the sensations. I want to make her feel everything.

  Once both of her tits are cleaned, I sink my teeth into one of her nipples while stroking my dick through her folds, teasing her bit by bit. My knuckles glide through her wetness. Raylan throws her hips up, begging and pleading for more. I move on to the next nipple, sinking two fingers inside her dripping wet pussy.

  “Fuck!” she screams. Her pussy is already squeezing my fingers as she lets go around them. She’s shameless, singing out her praises until she’s coming down from her high. I wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm. Then I sit back on my heels, reaching over for the first condom of the night. The song playing in the background changes, leaving us in a beat of silence for a few seconds, the sound of our pounding hearts fills the room.

  I rip the condom wrapper open with my teeth, tossing the foil packet to the floor. Raylan studies each of my movements with interest.

  “You want this?” I ask one more time to make sure.

  She nods. “Yes, more than anything I’ve ever wanted before.”

  I finish rolling the condom down to the base of my cock when a slow, steady, sultry song begins playing. I close my eyes, knowing exactly what it is.

  “Perfect,” I whisper.

  I cover her body again slow and precise, planting my hands on either side of her head. I drag my lips over hers. We break out into a slow kiss, matching the rhythm of the song. Raylan’s nails drag down my back, begging for more. I reach down with one hand lining us up.

  I pull away from her lips so that I can study her face. I want to drink in every single one of her reactions. With the first flex of my hips, I inch into her. Raylan’s eyes flutter shut, her hands freezing on my back as “Love on the Brain” by Jessie James Decker plays in the background.

  When I’m all the way in, her eyes fly open. I can’t move so I stare down at her. I never thought I’d feel this. I damn near don’t recognize it since it’s such a foreign sensation. It’s love. Her bright eyes brimming with tears rip my chest wide open, allowing me to feel all of it.

  “Move,” she whispers.

  I drop my forehead to hers, relax my elbows on the mattress, my arms hugging her head. I have to focus on moving in and out of her. It feels like the first time. I keep the pace slow while relishing each sensation. Raylan’s tears slide from the corner of her eyes, but she never closes them again.

  Her hips match my movement at this slow place. I feel my release building at the base of my spine. I want nothing more than to spill into her and at the same time, I’d give anything to stay here forever. I could live here, hanging on this memory for eternity.

  Raylan’s nails pierce my skin, her walls squeeze my cock as she tumbles over the ledge of her ecstasy. I fight to hold back with a need to pull one more release from her body.

  “Come, Memphis.” She gets out between moans. “I want to see your face as you do.”

  Shit. I’m a goner. Her sweet voice is the final straw. My cock pulses once, then twice, and my vision blurs. I growl and groan as her sweet pussy milks my cock dry.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I grit out between clenched teeth.

  I am still inside of her unable to move. The desire to get up is not an option at this point. I slide my head from her forehead to the mattress, struggling to catch my breath. The harder I try, the worse it gets.

  “It’s never been like that,” I mumble into Raylan’s ear.

  “I know.” She runs her palms up and down my back in a soothing motion.

  “You ruined me, Sunshine.” I pull my head up to still see her tears streaming down her face. I catch as many as I can with the pads of my thumbs. “Are you okay?”

  She nods, taking her time to answer me. “You make me want to live.”

  The tremble of her lower lip shatters me. “That’s good, Sunshine.”

  Her tears continue to fall, and I catch each one of them.

  “I’m falling for you, Memphis, and it scares me.”

  “You’ve scared me since day one. I’m in so deep, it scares the shit out me.”

  Raylan will never have any idea how crazy in love I am with her. It scares the shit out of me as well, trapping it inside. I’ll never be the same.

  Twenty-One

  Raylan

  I can’t help but admire Memphis in those damn striped Speedos. I’ve made him wear them the last four days while lounging out in the sun or when we’ve been on the beach. It leaves nothing to the imagination. It doesn’t bother me in the least when other women stare at him in them. It’s fun to watch their necks crane when he saunters to the bar to get us drinks. In my head, I fist pump the air knowing it’s me that rides that machine every day and into the night.

  “Relax, I didn’t tell them we were going to hang out on the beach today. I’m pretty sure they’re out on the island trying to score some pot anyway since it’s accepted here.” I use my hands to air quote the accepted part.

  Memphis pulls me into his side, scrunching up the towel and letting the sand tumble in, seeping between our bodies.

  “Thank fuck. Those two are cockblock O’clock city. They need to get back to their twins and give us some alone time.”

  Memphis has been a good sport about Josi and Brenna. He’s the one who encouraged me to sit down and have a talk with them. It was well-needed and past due. It happened the morning after Memphis made love to me. The memory of it and every time since always sends goose bumps racing over my skin.

  I let Brenna and Josi know everything from how much I love them to the times I feel like a third wheel and the butt of every joke. The conversation wasn’t one-sided. They told me how they feel shut out of my life. All in all, it was a typical girl talk, tears, some laughter, and then we went out for drinks. It started off like every drunken, horrible hangover morning. Once at the bar, one of us started chanting shots. A handful of Tequila shots later, we were feeling zero pain.

  We ended up at the casino with Memphis. He was teaching me how to play twenty-one. I gave up not too long after since seeing double and gambling don’t go hand in hand. The girls lasted a lot longer than I thought they would with their attention spans. The Latino Twins swooped in, stealing them away. I’m not sure what’s going on with them now because the last two days they’ve been glued to mine and Memphis’s hip.

  He’s been a good sport, but he’s at his breaking point. And if I’m honest, I am, too.

  “Are you going to ride today?” He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. “I mean write. Are you going to write today?”

  I roll over so that I’m on top of him, straddling his hips. I told Memphis all about my aspirations of becoming an author and that for now, it’s an outlet. He shocked me when he asked about the different stories, giving me his full attention. There’s one consistent argument that always pops open. Me publishing one of my stories. Memphis insists on it.

  I’m in awe of how easy everything is between us. Hell, he knows more of my
secrets from the time we’ve spent together than my two best friends. He knows about all the details of my current main character and the similarities that parallel our current situation. He encourages me to get a couple of hours of writing in every single day. He never leaves my side while I work. He’s found a way to entertain himself or simply relax. This story is flowing faster than anything else I’ve worked on. It’s almost magic as the ink flows onto the thin paper. The story is so bold it’s telling itself all on its own.

  I reach down with lightning speed and grab his nipple before he knows what I’m doing and twist it. I’ve learned it’s his sensitive spot and makes him squeal every single time. Something about weightlifting and sensitive nipples, I don’t remember the exact details, but I love making him squirm and squeal.

  He has me flipped on my back, hovering over me before I can do anything. This position always drives me crazy because it’s my favorite. Since the night we made love, we’ve done it every day since with crazy fuck sessions sprinkled in.

  His room has become abandoned since our first official date.

  “Are you looking to get spanked out in public, Sunshine?”

  The use of my nickname reminds me of the necklace he gave me. Every single time my fingers go to the delicate pendant, my fingers run over the surface memorizing each bump and imperfection.

  Memphis begins his assault on my sensitive part. My ribs. He’s perfected the art of getting the best tickle out of me.

  “Don’t make me put you across my lap and play the banjo.”

  His fingers dance up and down my sides.

  “Stop. Stop. Stop.” I manage to get out the three words between my fits of giggles. “Seriously, stop, Memphis, or you are going to make me piss.”

  This fuels him more. He sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin on my neck. He goes to town sucking harder than a Hoover all the while tickling the shit out of me. His mouth makes a popping sound when he releases my neck. My hand flies up to the spot, knowing he’s gifted me with another hickey. I’ve tried convincing him to leave them in places I can cover-up.