When I glance around to see what my shoe hit, I see that Jacki is no longer a part of our rendezvous. The laptop lies decidedly cracked on the floor.
I wonder if he did it on purpose?
“The computer is off,” I say, pushing myself up to sit.
“So?” he answers, crawling over me, making me melt back into the mattress beneath us. His long hair hangs loose, tickling my skin as he moves.
“Won’t she be upset?” This is wrong. She watches, that’s the condition for him to be with me.
“Why are you worried about Jacki? I thought you were in the mood for this, Viv, that you need me to make you forget everything else again?”
He’s right, that’s why I came here, to forget. To feel, to fuck, and just enjoy it.
“I’m not,” I say while he kisses his way from my sternum to my mouth, erasing the thoughts and replacing them with heated desire.
His erection is hot against my skin. I can feel the silky caress of it as it rubs against me, needy and wanting attention.
“Hmmm,” I moan while he runs his fingertips over my wet pussy. The soft stroking of his fingers makes me greedy for more than the slow torture. “More,” I pant, arching my back, trying to force him to touch more of me.
“You want more, do you?” He stops and pulls away, looking me in the eye.
Those icy pale-blues stare right through me, and I wonder if he knows I crave someone else. Does he feel me imagining Romeo’s dark eyes on me?
With a devious smile he bites me on my nipple. The metal clicks against his teeth before he flips me over and slaps my backside ... hard. The sting of his hand leaves a mark. I cannot see it but the lingering, tingling sensation of it turning red, burns.
Our reflections are clear as day in the full-length mirror opposite. I can watch us like our viewers do. It’s just a show.
Calvin is heavy on my back, his hard cock pressing to enter me. When he does, I watch him crawling in and out of me. Animalistic, primal, no words spoken just moans, sighs, and the sound of his heavy exhalations in my ear.
He lifts my head up, arching my body back with his hand firmly around my throat; not choking me, just the threat of it. I know he is close by the way he moves and the distinct thrust against my g-spot. Three strokes and I shut my eyes, letting my orgasm grip and shake the life from me. Every muscle is tight, every nerve ending alive, and his name rolls off my tongue.
“Romeo.”
Shit!
“What?!” Calvin shoves me off him before he’s finished, his cum spurting in the air when I fall flat, face down on the bed. “Who the fuck is Romeo?”
His entire weight falls on me, his naked body squashing mine. Pinned down, stickiness from his flaccid dick is wet on my tush when he pulls me by the hair to stare at me in the mirror’s reflection.
The frightening smile that slowly makes its way onto his face has my pulse quickening, but also has me dripping with lust.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growls. “So tell me who Romeo is and why he’s on your mind while I am fucking you. It’s okay, I think of you when I fuck Jacki. I’m sure she thinks of you too.”
He pulls harder now, the roots of my hair straining like they might all let go and come out of my burning scalp at once.
“He’s just a guy I met at the gym. I like him. But, he’s not interested in me. I think he’s gay.”
There is a moment where I realize this situation isn’t safe. I am alone with him and I have never been alone with him before. Fear walks like two fingers up my spine, chilling me to my bones without extinguishing the pulsing need between my thighs.
What is wrong with me?
“Pretty thing like you could turn anyone straight.” He is getting hard again, I feel it against me. “I don’t care who you fuck, Viv, but when it is me…” He moves so he can talk right into my ear. “Use my fucking name.”
After the Romeo incident, Calvin and I have sex on and off for hours. We also talked about Jacki and Romeo. When I leave I stink of sweat and sex. My hair is mussed and untamable, my dress wrinkled, and I am barefoot.
It felt like cheating on Romeo. I liked that feeling — the don’t get caught, or fuck up, feeling. It’s the nervousness, the butterflies, and holding my breath. Doing something wrong always felt good to me.
I asked Calvin if we could keep today’s video for ourselves as I didn’t want them online. He didn’t seem bothered, in fact I suspect he wanted the same thing since Jacki had been removed from the room. Which he had done on purpose.
I took the small usb drive home in my handbag and he deleted the other footage while I was there.
A long hot bath soaks my sated body and I sip on a glass of red wine. It’s closer to morning than night, but I don’t actually care. Chasing the fuzziness that the wine will bring I drink it quickly, the warm water making it work quicker while it stimulates my circulation.
The heated relief from my own thoughts is welcome.
Clean, warm, and wrapped in my favorite pjs, I edit the footage. I know what I want, and thankfully I’m getting good at splicing pieces together. The whole time I am giddy inside.
I know exactly what I plan to do with this little snippet of film, ensuring it ends right where I screamed his name. I am happy.
There’s no hesitation, no fumbling or wondering, if it backfires I’ll blame the wine. I send it to Romi’s Tumblr inbox and try to wipe the deviant smile off my face.
Seven
Dark Copper Brown
ROMEO
My phone buzzes in my pocket. Chelsey had a moment and needed a friend, so I’m here in this big house holding her baby while she cries. I can’t blame the girl, she’s a single mother on her own, facing all these huge life changing moments alone.
“I just wish I could go back in time and beg him to stay. I’m so fucking weak that I regret sticking up for myself. What made me chase him away?”
“He was sent away, Chel’s, you didn’t chase him. The family sent him away. It is punishment. When they feel he’s done his time he will come home and it will be like nothing happened. That’s how it works.” The little guy lies on my chest, he smells so sweet and is almost asleep.
“What am I supposed to do ’til then? How long will he be gone?”
“You focus on this little guy and suck it up, Buttercup.”
She’s got to stop moping now and get on with her life. Even if he comes home it will probably be with some European broad on his arm. The Rat – his nickname says it all. That guy’s a rotten bastard. He got a shit deal in life and it made him a shitty person; it’s not his fault.
Chelsea takes the dozing baby off my chest and I can finally move. My left arm went to sleep ages ago.
“I’m just going to put him down, then I’ll make us a drink.”
She disappears out of sight. I fish my phone out and swipe open the notification without paying attention.
My screen is filled with a very naked Viv, and the volume which I can’t turn off has her moans echoing through Chelsey’s house. I frantically try to shut it off. Panicking, I power the phone off.
“Were you just watching porn on my couch?” Chelsey sounds mortified and a little intrigued.
“I was not!” I say, hasty to defend myself. “It was one of those prank messages from the guys. You know ... turn the sound up.”
She gives me the eyeball, but lets it go. “You guys are weird. I bet it was Alistair. He’s so crude.” She flops onto the leather sofa opposite mine, propping her feet on the glass coffee table.
“Like you women are any better. I have to listen to vibrator stories every second day.”
“If all the good guys weren’t gay we’d need less vibrators…” She shrugs her shoulders like that makes sense. “Just saying.”
“Chelsey, who told you I’m gay?”
“No one told me, you just are. It’s fine, I wasn’t taking a dig.”
“It’s not fine, because I’m not gay.” She gets the giggles now, like that’s the
funniest shit she’s ever heard. Deep belly laughs keep coming. “You can stop anytime,” I say.
“No, you stop.” She’s rolling on the seat now. “Romi, you are the poster child for gay men.”
“Ever seen me with a guy? Heard me talk about men? About dating guys, about sex with a man?” She stops now, trying to catch her breath, wiping the laughter tears from her cheeks. “Well?”
“No, but, I mean… look at you, Romi.”
Shaking my head, I’m not laughing because I made this mess. I created a picture of what people needed to believe about me to justify what I liked to do. “I’m not gay, Chelsey.”
“Prove it,” she says, squinting her eyes at me.
I snap. The switch goes off and suddenly I no longer want to pretend to be someone else. I want to be myself, comfortable in my skin.
“Well, come on. I am single, horny, and totally into guys. Prove it, Romi.” Goading me, she keeps picking at the wound, looking me in the eye, pushing the button over and over again.
I shouldn’t, but like she said she’s single, horny, and isn’t bad to look at. I get up and stalk the three paces between me and her. Not taking my eyes off hers I watch her expression change.
When I am close, she shuffles herself away from me, backing into the corner of the couch. Like a scared little mouse in the maze with the snake, suddenly Chelsey realizes she’s in trouble.
Bending down over her, I grab her chin and get right in her face. I can smell the fear and arousal on her. Oh, she likes this. I run my free hand over breasts, soft in my palm, them the hardness of her erect little nipple. “Hmm. You feel as good as you always look, Chel’s.”
Giving her a soft squeeze, I lean in and kiss her. Like a hungry animal starved of affection she devours me right back. My dick jumps to attention, and as much as I’m enjoying this game I don’t want to be playing it with Chelsey.
Pulling away, I grab her hand and put it on my dick, so she can feel it. “If I was gay, Chelsey, would I have a hard-on kissing you?” I raise a brow as she pants, trying to control the short breaths she’s heaving in and out. “I am not gay. Got it?” I ask, stepping back, leaving her stunned and a little shellshocked. I grab my keys off the coffee table; suddenly the video on my phone is burning a hole in my pants. “I’m sure your vibrator can take care of the rest. I’ll see you, Chel’s,” I say over my shoulder, her eyes wide and a slack jawed expression on her face.
Yeah, not gay. I bet she’s regretting every bff conversation we ever had now.
Getting home in record time, I bolt the door closed behind me and turn my phone back on as soon as my backside hits the chair in my sitting room. In the dim light I open the video message and unbutton my jeans, my dick still semi-hard from earlier.
Viviana is naked beneath the same man I saw in her other videos, the one she says isn’t her boyfriend. His pale skin is a contrast to her golden tan; even in black and white you can see the difference.
Her eyes glaze with pleasure and the way her body moves with his rhythm. It’s not long and I am pumping my hand up and down, matching it. His grunts get louder, every thrust deeper and harder while Viv’s moans and hissing breaths are like lube, making the pleasure smoother and sweeter for me.
I don’t see him anymore, my eyes are focused solely on her. Her hair falls down around her pretty face, her eyelids fluttering closed and her plump lips parted. Fuck me.
They both get close. His muscles tense and the cords in his neck pull tight when his head tilts backwards and Viviana’s mouth opens to scream.
“Romeo!”
I drop my phone and cum all over myself, ropes of hot white jizz just keep coming as I feel my balls emptying. When there isn’t even a drop left and I am able to catch my breath, I open my mouth and yell, “What the fuck?” at no one, because I’m all alone.
She was thinking of me while he fucked her, that dirty little bitch. She’s trying to push me. She said she gets what she wants. Well, I’m not sure I want to let her win so easily.
Tired, spent, and completely confused, I sit here covered in my own sweat and spunk, just trying to sort this all out in my head. At the gym, in my car, and now this.
I can’t deny I’m attracted to her, but I know that getting involved with her is a bad fucking idea. She stars in internet porn for fuck’s sake, plus her brother would castrate me with the first sharp object he could grab if he even thought for a second that I was screwing his sweet little sister. I’m also ten years older than her.
Eventually I drag myself to the shower, and then to bed where I watch the video and fapp off again. No one has ever sent me a love note quite like that. The sound of her screaming my name as her body shook with her orgasm is poetry.
Staring at my ceiling, I have nothing but time to think about my revenge. She deserves to be punished for that stunt. She’s going to regret playing with me. No one needs to know.
Falling asleep with a smile on my face, I dream of Viv yelling my name over and over again.
When I wake up in the morning I reply to the video message with a text.
I will be coming over after work tonight. You want to scream my name, I am going to make your neighbors ask you who Romeo is, you little tease.
I know she’s read it, but there is no reply. She thinks that she’s going to get what she wants. I laugh to myself and get dressed for work. Not in my usual threads though.
I pull on dark washed-jeans, a tight, white v-neck, and a black leather jacket with combat boots. Styling my hair loose and more casual than usual, I inspect myself in the full-length mirror at the foot of my bed and imagine watching her cum in that mirror with me behind her.
It’s not even seven in the morning and my cock is hard. What has she done to my self-control?
Eight
Light Auburn
VIVIANA:
Well that was way easier than I thought it would be. I’m almost disappointed he didn’t make it more challenging. I was enjoying the chase. This evening he’s going to get what’s coming to him.
I smile to myself while I chop up the ingredients for my father’s lunch.
“Hey, what’s for lunch?” Rain asks, poking his head around the doorway.
“Food,” I snark back at him. I swear they’d all starve if I didn’t come in here and feed them every day. Especially him, because Ailee sure as shit can’t cook. Anything she makes could be a science experiment or a nuclear bomb. “You’ll eat it no matter what it is, so why do you even ask?”
“Just checking.” He raises his hands in surrender.
“I’m making sauce and I’ll put the pasta on to cook in a little while. Where’s dad?” I keep working, swatting his hand away when he tries to steal from the pancetta that I’m cutting.
“He didn’t come in today. Nonna said he’s sick with the flu.”
It’s odd that no one called me. I turn to Rain with a frown. “Why didn’t she call me? I’ll go past him on my way home after lunch then.”
My brother takes the opportunity to pinch some of the pancetta, stuffing it into his mouth while shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know, I called him and she answered his phone. Ailee is going over to check on him, you don’t need to worry about it,” he mumbles with a gob full of food.
Rolling my eyes, I decide to go anyway; he knows that.
“Have you heard from Val this week?” He changes the subject.
“Yip.” I get back to cooking. “She’s getting ready for her exams, stressing like a crazy person for no reason. You know Val. I am going to go see her when she’s on break next month.”
“She’s not coming home?” He sounds upset.
“No, she’s got a job over the break. I think she’s met someone too. Now don’t go all Neanderthal, but she sounds so happy, Rain. This is what she’s meant to do.”
I know the expression on his face; no man will ever be good enough for either of us in Rain’s eyes. We are his little sisters, forever babies to him. God, he’d chain me up and murder me in a baseme
nt if he knew what I did in my spare time.
Some days I feel like I am living in a dream during the day and my real life is only after hours. This isn’t me, not even a little bit. Somewhere I have lost myself, forgotten who I am, and without my sister I don’t know where I belong in this world. “I miss her too you know,” I say before he can answer me.
“I know you do. I’m sorry I haven’t been around more. Why don’t you come over and have dinner with me and Ailee tonight?”
“I have plans tonight, but maybe tomorrow?” I say, hoping he doesn’t push it or ask what plans.
“Okay, I’ll cook for you tomorrow night then.” He makes one last attempt to steal food and I slap his hand so hard it causes an echo. We both burst out laughing and Rain retreats from what has become my kitchen.
After lunch I go to see what’s ailing my father, it’s not like him to take time off. Nonna’s house is quiet and the signature smell of her food permeates the passages. When my mother passed away the old man moved her into the house so he wasn’t alone.
“Ciao Nonna,” I call into the hallway.
“Ciao bella,” she calls back from the den.
Glancing at my wristwatch I note that it’s time for her soaps on the TV. I walk through the silent house to find her. She’s sitting in her recliner with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the remote in the other. Her smile is bright when she sees me coming into the small, cozy room.
“You come to see your Papa?” She raises her eyebrow when she asks the obvious question.
“Yes. He wasn’t at the office and Rain says he’s sick.”
“He was up all night barking like a dog, cough, cough, cough. It drove me crazy and he’s too stubborn to just take a pill. I think he needs a doctor, but your brother can have that fight with him.” She shakes her head because my father is terrified of doctors and medicine.
Losing my mother broke him in so many small ways, the pieces of him a scattered too far apart to be found and put together again.
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