by Amy Muscat
“Okay, sorry. I just-”
“There’s no need to apologize, Pie. I like the jealous you. Very sexy,” he said with a sexy smirk, that made the butterflies in my stomach flap and my lady parts clench from the anticipation of what was to come tonight.
Just as we turned to leave I heard the Barbie say, “stupid bitch!”
I spun back around ready to march over there, when Lottie breezed past me and got right in her face.
“Look love, if I were you, I’d shut that trap of yours and walk away, like right now.”
“Who the fuck does this Australian think she is?” Barbie asked her friends.
“OHMYGOD! Do I sound like an Australian to you?” Lottie sounded somewhat hysterical, and her British accent was stronger now.
“Well... yeah,” the girl both looked and sounded confused.
“I’m fucking British! British you fucking idiot. Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you? I sound nothing like an Aussie.”
The girl's face was priceless. Her mouth opening and shutting like a fish, her eyes as wide as saucers.
“I think it’s best if you left right now, girls.” Blake said stepping up to Lottie and gripped her hips pulling her back into him. She struggled against him, telling him to let her go, but he wasn’t having it. He whispered something in her ear and then all of a sudden she stopped moving and calmed down, her body sagging back into him.
Wow.
Wonder what he said...
Then I saw the unmistakable lust shining from her glassy eyes. Well... Looks like Lottie wasn’t gonna have to try hard to get Blake in her bed. From the corner of my eye, I saw the three girls scatter away.
Good.
Keller’s hands clenching on my hips brought my attention back to him, and I spun around in his arms lifting mine and placing them around his neck.
“Hi.” I grinned at him.
“Hi, there.” He smiled back at me. “Did I ever tell you how fucking sexy you look tonight?” He asked, his eyes following the path up my body, from the tips of my red painted toes in my peep toe heels. Up my legs that were encased in a pair of tight black skinny jeans, over my stomach where I had a black lacy top on. He hesitated at my breasts before his dark chocolate eyes clashed with mine. Captured me in his gaze, he pulled me tighter into his embrace.
I was breathless from his perusal of my body when I told him “no.”
“Hmmm... I’m sorry that I didn’t, baby. You look absolutely edible.” He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, “I’m gonna lick every inch of your body, tonight. I’m going to start by kissing you breathless; then I’m going to kiss slowly down your body, stopping at your sexy tits. Then I want to nibble and suck on your nipples until your almost ready to come and continue kissing downward until I get to your beautiful pussy. And once I’m there, I’m going to tease you until you can't take it anymore. Lastly, I’m going to suck your clit while I stick two fingers in you and then when you’re on the cusp of coming- I’m going fuck you so hard, and so fast you won’t know what end is up or down.”
Fuck me, I just came.
His dirty words, along with his scent, was overpowering and made me feel heady. I swayed lightly, drunk from him words, and he tightened his hold on me, pulling me so my breasts were flush with his strong sculpted chest. I looked up at him from under my lashes, my breathing heavy and whimpering I said, “I can’t fucking wait.”
He grinned like the cat that just got the canary before his lips smashed down on mine. His tongue moving with mine hard and fast. Just as his cock was going to be later.
Removing my lips from his so I could breathe, I saw Lottie approach from my peripheral.
“Peyton! Our song is on, come on,” she said pulling me from Keller’s grasp and over to the dance floor.
I glanced over my shoulder and looked at Keller and blew him a kiss with the tips of my finger. To which he pretended to catch and press over his heart, winking at me, which in turn made my heart clench with love for him.
The song “Ain’t it fun” by Paramore had just started playing.
This was our jam!
“I don’t mind letting you down easy
But just give it time
If it don’t hurt now then just wait, just wait a while
You’re not the big fish in the pond no more
You are what they’re feeding on.”
With one of our hands clasped in each other’s, we both sashayed down to the ground and then back up again, before bumping our hips together and singing the chorus from the tops of our lungs.
“Ain’t it fun living in the real world
Ain’t it good being all alone.”
Hands and arms flying here, there and everywhere, we spun around and faced each other and sung the chorus on the top of our lungs.
“Ain’t it fun living in the real world
Ain’t it good being all alone
Ain’t it good to be on your own
Ain’t it fun you can’t count on no one
Ain’t it good to be on your own
Ain’t it fun you can’t count on no one
Ain’t it fun living in the real world.”
We were shaking what our mothers gave us, Lottie belting out-”Don’t go crying to your mama ‘cause you’re on your own in the real world,” and singing so loud I’m sure our throats were going to hurt tomorrow.
“Ain’t it fun
Ain’t it fun
Baby, now you’re one of us
Ain’t it fun
Ain’t it fun
Ain’t it fun”
We pretended to play the drums with our fists before we were back to jumping around like two teenagers in a rave. Doing all this in 4inch heels, the things we women could do.
And now the best part of the song was playing.
“Ain’t it fun living in the real world
Ain’t it good, ain’t it good being all alone
Ain’t it fun living in the real world
(‘Cause the world don’t orbit around you)
Ain’t it good, ain’t it good being all alone (oh)
Don’t go crying to your mama ‘cause you’re on your own in the real world
(Down to your mama)
Don’t go crying to your mama ‘cause you’re on your own in the real world
(Don’t go crying to your mama)
Don’t go crying to your mama ‘cause you’re on your own in the real world
(Oh, this is the real world)
Don’t go crying to your mama ‘cause you’re on your own in the real world
(Don’t go crying to your mama)
This is the real world
This is the real world
Don’t go crying to your mama ‘cause you’re on your own in the real world.”
“Woohoo!” Lottie screamed out in exhilaration, her arms up and over her head, swaying slightly. “That was the nuts!”
“Yeah, it was ‘bloody brilliant.'” I said laughing and imitating her.
“You taking the piss out of my origin, Yank?” Lottie asked trying to look mad, but when you’ve only got one eye open and you’re swaying from the alcohol, it sort of dismisses the notion.
“Le gasp. What me? No never!” I said in mock innocence.
“Hmm... I’m on to you Emerson,” she slurred.
“Okay, Carter. Now, let’s go to the bar and get some drinks- I’m thirsty.” I mocked in a posh English accent.
“You bitch,” she laughed and hooked her arm through mine and we walked back to the bar where the guys were sitting.
This time, there was no BBB’s in sight.
Barbie, bimbo bitches.
TWENTY
The cab dropped me and Keller off at his house, and I was shouting goodbye to Lottie and Blake, who had been cosy, when I felt Keller’s arms wrap around me from behind.
“Baby. I. Need. You. Now,” he said, his voice heavy with want.
My sex immediately clenched, and my nipples instantly rose from sleep and became h
ard little points.
Groaning, I spun around in his arms and leaned up on my tip toes, smashing my lips to his. His taste, scent and touch assaulted my senses in a matter of seconds, and I was dizzy from it. Heady even. If I could bottle all those three factors up and sell it? I would be a multi-millionaire.
As his hand was fumbling in the pocket of his jeans, presumably looking for his keys, mine were reaching under his black button down shirt and following the lines of his sculpted abdomen. I traced over the defined muscle of his six pack, around his back and pushed into his jeans and boxer shorts before I grasped his sexy ass and gave it a squeeze.
Growling, he pulled my hands away- but not before I had one last squeeze- and lifted me off my feet.
I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips and held onto his shoulders. I heard the jingle of keys as he rushed up the pathway to his beautiful house. I’d been here before, plenty of times. But we had never been here on our own.
We could do whatever we wanted.
I could do all the things I’d wanted to do, but couldn’t because our daughter was in the next bedroom, and so was Lottie.
So now we could be as loud as we wanted.
Oh...I was looking forward to this.
****
“Keller,” I whimpered in his ear as I rubbed against him.
I could feel his erection digging in just where I wanted- just sans clothes.
“I know Pey, I know.” He said kissing my lips and sliding his tongue in and dueling with mine.
He won. I gracefully surrendered.
He walked- well more liked speed-walked- up the stairs, and we were in his big bedroom in no time.
He deposited me unceremoniously on the bed, and I bounced giggling.
“I love that sound.” When I looked at him for an answer, he said, “You sound happy. I like you happy, Peyton. It means I’m doing my job right.”
My heart seized at the words coming from his lips. The truth of them shining in his eyes.
“Keller...” I breathed.
“But I also love the other sounds you make. Your whimpers make my cock hard ‘cause I know you want me badly. Your moans almost do me in and unman me, and when you scream? I wanna come on the spot.”
Fuck me...
I whimpered again. He grinned and pointed to his dick that was straining against his zipper. “See, baby? Rock hard for you,” he said smirking, his eyes showing his lust and want.
“Fuck me, Keller, now. Hurry.”
His grin turned salacious.
He moved closer to the bed, to me, and lifted my high heeled left foot, and pulled off my shoe, doing the same to the other, before his hands wandered up my jean-clad legs, coming to a stop at my hips.
My top was pushed up slightly, and you could see a glimpse of my belly. I got goose-bumps all over when his skilled fingers lightly tickled the bare skin there.
Those damn butterflies were back, and I think they’d reproduced in the last couple of hours as it felt like there were hundreds of them fluttering around inside my stomach.
I heard the hiss of a zipper being pulled and looked back to Keller as he unbuttoned my jeans and slowly pulled them down my legs.
Flinging the Denim behind him, he swiveled his hips back and grasped my ankles and pulled my legs apart.
He sucked in a breath when he saw my panties.
They were silky. Emerald green and they tied up into bows on the sides.
“Do you like your present?” I said to him.
“I don’t remember it being my birthday, but one shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”
“No, they shouldn’t,” I said sitting up and pulling my top off, revealing the matching bra. “Think of it as an early gift from me.”
“Best-damn fucking gift I’ve ever received, and I’m going to open it,” he told me, his voice gruff and his body taut. He was trying to hold onto the last bit of control he had. He was holding himself back, and I didn’t want him to. I wanted- no, needed him to lose control. Needed him to lose himself in me. In us. Together.
“Keller... I need you. Now. I need your cock. Now. I’m all wet for you and I thin-” Abruptly cutting me off; Keller pounced and landed on me, his legs straddling my waist.
“You’ve got a dirty little mouth on you haven’t you, Pie?” He said leaning down and nuzzling the V of my breasts. “Hmmm... I like dirty Pie. And I think Pie is begging for my cock.”
A thought passing through my head, made me burst out laughing.
“What?” He asked with a cute perplexed frown marring his forehead, and a small smile pulling up the left side of his kiss-swollen lips.
“I’m sorry, when you said about Pie needing your cock, American Pie just flashed in my head when Jim was fucking the pie his mom made,” I told him, still laughing.
He joined my laughing feast. As our laughter slowly died on our lips, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.
“Mmm... Pey. Do you know what you do to me baby? Feel me- this is what you do to me,” he said lifting my hand and moving it over to his tented boxer shorts.
Reflexively my hand squeezed him before I started stroking him through the cotton of his Calvin’s.
He was so large in my small hands. “Keller, please,” I begged him. I was desperate for him- not just for the sex- but the connection I always felt when we were joined as one. With him inside me, I felt whole.
“Tut tut, patience baby. There’s just one more thing to make this perfect.”
He climbed off me, bent down and picked up my discarded heels, grinning when he saw the confusion on my face, before he explained, “I want you to wear these. I think it’s everyman’s fantasy to fuck his woman while she’s wearing her come-fuck-me heels, and baby? These are definitely fuck me shoes.”
The grin he was sporting- one of a naughty schoolboy- and the sound of his husky bedroom voice made everywhere south clench and drip for him.
Slowly, he lifted my right foot and gently slipped on my shoe, doing the same with the left before standing back up. Looking down at me, laid out on his bed, for him and his eyes only.
He groaned.
I moaned and spread my legs a little wider for him, silently begging him to join me.
He growled and quickly ridded himself of his boxers; he pounced.
I screamed and giggled.
He shut me up by giving me one of the best kisses I’d ever received.
“Keller.” I sighed into his mouth as his taste filled my senses.
“I know, baby,” he said, and I felt his cock at the top of my thigh, pulsing and throbbing, with his want for me. Silently begging Keller to listen and do what all I needed him to do at the moment.
As he left my mouth and explored my neck and then my chest I opened my legs further for him. Groaning he lifted up a couple inches and palmed himself; he placed the tip of his cock at my entrance, slowly teasing me. Making circles before he slid it up my soaking slit gathering the juices that were now seeping out of me.
Just as I was about to tell him to hurry the fuck up, he slide into me and pushed home.
Finally.
I got instant goose bumps.
Instantly I felt the relief. That ache, the need to be filled, only by him. Feeling him withdraw only to push back and repeat, I locked my legs around his waist.
“Look at me Peyton.”
I tried. Honestly I did, but the pleasure was too intense, too strong, I didn’t think I could even make a single noise at this point.
“Look. At. Me.” He breathed. “Please, Pie.”
I could never deny him anything when he called me that, so with great effort I peeled my lids back and gasped at the look in his eyes.
There was lust, fire and want in them, but that wasn’t what I noticed. It was the love shining through them that made me gasp. Made my heart constrict and expand at the same time. Made my throat clog up, and my eyes burn with tears. Made my already hot body, burn.
“I love you Peyton. So much. So much
that it physically sometimes hurts. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’ve gave me the most-beautiful little girl anyone could ever ask for, and for that I thank you. Thank you for every single little thing you’ve ever done. You’re the most caring, gentle, compassionate, loving person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. And to know that you’re mine? Baby it makes me feel like the richest man in the world. Makes my heart burst with pride. So thank you for allowing me to love you again- allowing me back into your life-into Ivy’s life- back into your heart and soul. You strip me bare Peyton.”
The sob that escaped my throat was loud and choked. A torrent of tears ran like a river down my cheeks, soaking my face and dripping into my hair.
“I love you too, Keller.” I couldn’t beat his declaration of love speech. But I realized I didn’t have too. Didn’t want to. Love and being in a relationship with someone, weren’t about out-doing one another.
It was about sharing.
Accepting, not competing.
It was unconditional.
It was scary.
It was liberating.
It was exulting.
It made me whole again.
Hearing him finally say the words I’d wanted to hear again for five long years, made my heart that had been broken, feel so full and whole. Keller had shown me over the last two months how much I meant to him, how much he loved Ivy. My heart had slowly begun to mend and weld itself back together again, when he stepped back into my life. Only this time it felt five times bigger. Made more room for the love I felt for him, our daughter. They both had an equal half of my heart.
“Make love to me, Keller, please?”
He smiled lovingly at me and said, “There’s nothing I want more.”
And he did. We made love three times that night.
It was one of the best nights I could have asked for; I was the happiest I’d been for a very long time. My poor heart had been put through the wringer. What with all the mending and expanding it had to do, and while doing all that, it had been beating like a drum the whole time.
As I said, totally happy. But, as they say, good things must come to an end. And it did.
I’d just never seen it coming like that.
TWENTY-ONE