Fluff

by Kailee Reese Samuels

  His hands gripped around my wrists as he continued to thrust into me with his hard cock. He felt amazing, but I wanted more. I blinked at the fire blazing in his eyes, and I knew he needed more, too.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked ever so softly.

  “Nothing,” he said. But I can tell he lied to me as I turned away, trying not to cry.

  “Tell me what’s wrong?” I pleaded, sounding desperate. “You know your secrets are safe with me. I know I am just your fluffer, but I can be so much more,” I offered, letting my tears fall. I am not sure why I am crying, maybe because I sense the magic between us. There is something special there and I don’t want to lose it. If anything, I wanted to bottle our spark up in a jar and keep it close to my heart forever.

  “It’s just…” he mumbled, staying still inside of me. He released my wrists, and I fear we may be through. Maybe I read his distress wrong, and he wasn’t enjoying me at all. Taking my fingers, I brushed my hair away from my face, wishing he would get back to fucking me senseless, but I started this round of twenty questions during sex; I couldn’t complain about the outcome.

  “I used to be someone very different from the guy you see in the films,” he said.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean I am a monster, and you shouldn’t be here with me. And you damn sure shouldn’t be offering your pretty little wrists up to a guy like me,” he scolded, pulling out of me. He scooted to the back of the truck and lit a smoke, leaving me feeling like I did something very, very wrong.

  I sat up with my knees in front of me, grabbing my shirt and covering myself.

  “Look, Amber…. It’s not right how I feel. I shouldn’t want what I do,” he growled, conflicted over his own feelings. “I am a fucking monster, and you need to stay away from me.”

  Getting frustrated with his nonsense, I urged, “What are you talking about?”

  “I mean,” he paused, collecting his thoughts and breathing like he is afraid of scaring me. “I mean vanilla is not my favorite flavor.”

  Biting my lip, I gazed over his face and determined there was so much more he hadn’t said. “You mean – you were enjoying holding me down?”

  “I mean I want to hurt you,” he admitted sharply.“I want to hurt you like you have never been hurt, and then hold you when I make you cry.”

  I glanced away, afraid of what I would see, understanding he was the self-proclaimed monster. The tears dripped down my cheeks and I sniffled.

  “Please don’t do that,” he said.

  I laughed. “You are so fucking confusing, first you want me crying and now, you don’t want me to? How does that make any sense?”

  “I don’t want you crying right now because I am an asshole,” he said, propping his elbows on his knees. “I want you crying because I have pushed you so far you can’t think about anything but me. I want you to be my own little rubber band that I can play with whenever I want. I want to push you so far, stretching you out until your own emotions pop back and welt you on your perfect little ass.”

  I furrowed my brow at him. “You really are one sick perverted, twisted, fucked-up kind of guy aren’t you?”

  He scoffed, “Told you I was fucked up.”

  Rolling over onto my hands and knees, I crawled back by him, getting mere inches away from his face. “Good thing I am just as fucked up,” I said with a smile. “Now, where would you like to pop first?”

  “Wait,” he said, tossing the smoke. “Do you realize what you are agreeing to?”

  “I damn well know what I am agreeing to,” I flirted, taunting his psyche. “What I want to know is how long am I expected to wait – for you – to make a move?”

  DALE

  PULLING UP TO the gate, I unlock the deadbolt and toss the chain on the ground. I smile as Amber pulls the bike through the gate, remembering that she learned to ride because of me. The thought warms my heart. We have a history, a fluid past of highs and lows like a river running over rocks and limbs, twisting and turning.

  She crosses over the cattle guard like a pro. She shoots me a grin and my heart pounds. I lock up the gate behind her and tuck my body against her tiny frame, looping my fingers together at her crotch. She’s hot and I feel myself twitch with an excitement.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Trusting you,” I say. “Take her on up!”

  Serene’s property in Taos is a massive spread in the mountains, formerly owned by our dad. She wants to build a house here one day, but for now, the small one-bedroom shack is enough to keep us out of harm’s way.

  We approach the log cabin and a few deer gallop off into the woods. “Pull it around back,” I say.

  “It’s so beautiful here,” she squeals giddily. “Oh! Wow! She even has a hot tub!”

  Pulling off her helmet, she is flushed and energized. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one ready to be off the bike. I grab her bag and mine, heading to the door as she stretches.

  “You have a key?”

  “Yeah. She gave it to me a couple years ago and told me if I ever needed to get away, I was welcome to stay. I think this qualifies,” I say, lifting my eyebrows.

  She is almost bouncing as I crack open the door. The house is beautiful, even if minimalistic. The fridge and pantry are both stocked nicely and I wonder when the last time Raniero was out here. “Sal has a key, too.”

  “That’s cause Serene is his suggah-momma,” she laughs.

  “It’s more than that,” I inform. “He is really good to her, helping her out at the farmhouse.”

  “And with her whipping practice…” she retorts.

  “True, true. But he damn sure ain’t bad to look at…”

  “Oh! I wouldn’t say a bad word about Sal. He gave me a lot of money a few years back when I wanted to start writing,” she reveals.

  This is news to me.

  “He did?”

  “Yeah, it was after Bertie’s death. He came to Nola, we ended up hooking up at Gina’s, and we became really good friends,” she says, running her hand along the bookshelf. Lifting her finger, she doesn’t see any dust and shrugs in an odd manner.

  “Serene has it cleaned every week,” I say. “Now tell me more about you and Sal? Should I be…concerned?”

  She turns to face me and laughs. “Not at all. His dick needed a shelter and my puss liked his bang.”

  My eyes open wide, stunned by her admission as a wave of jealousy rises up. Of course I knew, but she can’t know this. I feel it begin to come crashing down the second I open my mouth. “Why the fuck didn’t you call me?”

  She snorts. “Right. Like I am going to call up the guy I love more than life itself – the one who fucking broke my heart into a million pieces – and ask if he can come pump my lonely pussy.”

  Ouch.

  I can’t help but laugh. “…Pump your lonely pussy?”

  “That is what I said,” she says straight-faced and unwavering.

  Taking a couple of steps closer, I brush her hair away from her face. “Babygirl, if you needed something from me, all you had to do was ask.”

  “You rejected me once. I don’t like to repeat my mistakes.”

  “We had sex in Houston,” I remind.

  “An anomaly in the landscape or a simple mistake.”

  “I wasn’t a mistake,” I breathe against her plump, red lips. “And neither was making love to you… Or pumping your pussy in a bathroom stall,” I joke with a grin.

  Her hand presses against my chest and I can’t help but wonder if she is pushing me away or finding comfort in my strength. I don’t ask. Either way, I can’t handle the answer.

  “Let’s go put you in the tub, and I’ll find something for you to eat. You need to get to bed soon.”

  “I am not four,” she argues.

  “Nope, but you are my responsibility, and I intend on taking care of you.”

  “I am not your responsibility or your possession you big lug!”

  I shoot her a glare that says I am not messing
around with her. “…Until we figure out,” I say methodically slow and low. “What the fuck is going on with those bastards, you are… Mine.”

  Her breathing shifts, intensifying as she tries to look away, but my finger stops her, forcing her to face me.

  “D…” she argues.

  “Fine,” I say, acting like I am walking away, but I spin back, grabbing her and tossing her over my shoulder.

  “Put me down!” She screams, kicking her foot and flailing her arms about like a wild woman. “Put me down!”

  I bend down and turn on the tub, dropping the stopper in the drain. Grabbing a bottle of frilly-fruit-scented wash, I squirt a generous amount into the water, making thousands of tiny bubbles erupt.

  I yank off her boots and give her a hard, deliberate smack on the ass, reminding her of our past. Setting her on the counter, I remove my leather jacket and toss it on a nearby chair. I unbutton her shirt slow, blinking up at her after undoing each and every button. I unhook the front closure of her bra and close my eyes, breathing deep.

  Flashing my gaze over her nipples, I jerk as my dick awakens at the sight. I want to kiss, lick, and bite them. I run the back of my fingers lightly over their peaks as she gasps. I slip my hands under her arms, putting her on her feet.

  I lower to my knees, removing her pants and nuzzling her bush. She smells of wet sex, sending a queue to my now raging hard-on. “You can bathe yourself, or I can do it for you if you insist on being disagreeable.”

  “I’ll do it,” she says reluctantly.

  “Alright.” I smirk. “Get to it!”

  She flusters back, “Are you going to watch?”

  Tilting my head, I grin full-on, knowing I can still make her want me. “Don’t I always?”

  * * * *

  She crawled over to me on her knees, and I couldn’t help my thoughts, wishing I was behind her, pounding into her, and smacking that ass. Her innocence sounded so true, but she seemingly had a grasp of the way things worked in the world despite not having had any experience.

  My fingers reached out and flicked her nipple. She gasped, arching her back and bucking her hips ever so slightly. This girl wanted to play this game with me. I am honored and humbled all at once that she agreed.

  Grabbing her arms gently, but with a firm warning, I pulled her to straddle me. My dick nudged her entrance as my hands stroked her face – such a beautiful girl – and I am the lucky bastard about to break her in two.

  My hands grasped at her hips, picking her up as I stood and lowering her onto my hard shaft. She felt good and tight, suckling on me as I urge her to take all of me. I wanted to play, but I remained patient. I didn’t want to shatter her. I wanted to hurt her, but not here—hurting her core essentially hurts me—and that wouldn’t be conducive to me having lots of sex with the girl.

  So when I said I dug the pain, I meant it. But there were limits as to where and how and what I will do. I was not one of those crazed sadistic bastards, wanting to rip a girl out from the inside. I wanted to amplify everything she felt, igniting everything that she was and would be. I needed to watch her soar and dive in the clouds, all the while tethered down to me. I would ground and provide her sanctuary in this sometimes bleak place called life.

  I thrust up achingly slow, feeling her drip around me and coating me in her desire. Her body gripped to mine like two perfectly fit pieces in the puzzle. She worked into the momentum, finding a place which felt good and pulsing her body against mine.

  “You…” she whispered, leaning close to my face and kissing me hard. Her devotion to that dedicated love making was not something I saw every day, despite the job. My body surged as my rod pulsed electric inside of her.

  My hands drifted up to the small of her back as she leaned away, trusting me to not let her fall. And I could see the elevation in her face as she lifted off, going to another realm full of ecstasy and pleasure. She rocked her hips simultaneously with mine, meeting me with every thrust as we went deeper.

  “Me?” I said as my mouth devoured her neck, marking her with the redness of our love. She moved faster as she went up, up, up – higher than she had ever been. And I couldn’t stop her as the magic swirled around and fell out of my control. I wanted to hurt her, but there was a point when she was so high…I just wanted to take her in, watching the beauty highlighted across her cheeks in all their glory.

  She was the most heavenly creature ever.

  I tightened my grip on her hips so as to not lose her in the sparkling sky. Her hair dipped down, teasing and caressing my hands. As if spurred on by the God’s above, I took this as a signal, bracing her with one forearm and smacking her on the ass hard.

  She moaned a sonorous song like a siren calling my monster home. I couldn’t have denied her or turned her away – not after trusting me to take her high.

  I popped her on the ass once more for good measure. “Hold onto me. Wrap your legs around me and don’t let go,” I said, pushing us upwards.

  Holding onto her with everything I had, I wouldn’t let her go or let her fall. I pushed her hard against the back of the cab and I knew that tomorrow on my drive to work, I would see the shadows of our sex imprinted on the glass.

  Taking her wrists into one hand, I kept her steady as my other hand held her up by her ass cheek. She was suspended between me and the truck as I dipped down and bit at her nipple. She squealed, surprised, bucking against me hard.

  Her body opened up even more, sending another jolt of excitement through me. The pulse in my dick buried with her drenched puss. I raged – hard as a stone – needing to come.

  “Tell me this isn’t a one-night stand,” I demanded.

  “It’s not. This is so much more,” she soared. “So, so much more, bigger than we are.”

  Her body yearned, pleading and begging, with a desperate ache to come on my dick as she pooled around me. I couldn’t say no, I wouldn’t. She was right – we were bigger than that moment. No longer my own, my dick belonged to her. She took him hostage, clamping around and sucking like she was starved.

  I wanted to feed her.

  I wanted to stuff her.

  And then, I wanted her to beg for more.

  I dropped her wrists. “Keep them up,” I demanded. “Don’t drop them or I will stop,” I lied, but she didn’t know that as both of my hands grasped at her ass checks, bouncing her on my dick.

  One hand groped at her tit, kneading and fondling as my mouth succumbed to the lure of the other all the while ramming her into the glass and tightening her solid to my body. She wouldn’t get away.

  She was mine.

  “Ride my dick baby. Take it, it is all for you. Fuck me,” I requested as she started pumping against me in a desperate need to come with me. She was moaning and drooling as her pussy dripped around my ripe cock. I growled low, “Yeah… Yeah, fuck my dick baby!”

  My body threatened to explode if she kept moving against me, fighting against my thrusts. She pulled back and pummeled forward just as I came barreling inside. The feeling was insane, sending me high with her. Soaring into the stratosphere with her by side, I was no longer in control.

  And neither was she.

  three

  ACT III

  AMBER

  I DROP MY clothes and step into the bath. The water is warm and filled with bubbles. Dale watches over me. He cares even with the simplest actions like helping me into the tub. He leaves for a moment and returns with a cup of tea despite how I think I would prefer wine. His generosity leaves me breathless, and he reassures me with his confidence when all I can do is think about the house that I left behind in shambles.

  I know he says it will all work out, but the fact is we narrowly escaped last night, and now I am in this cabin in the middle of nowhere, New Mexico. I dip my head back, letting the water saturate my hair, and ease my struggling mind.

  He sits down, outside of the tub like a true gentleman. His hand brushes against my fingertips and the shock is instantaneous, sending a surge of longing a
nd lust through my core.

  “Are you okay?” he whispers.

  I want to yell and scream and tell him no, I am not okay and I don’t know what would make me okay. I have to trust him now more than ever before and that scares me. I feel hollow, violated, and encroached upon and the only thing saving me – the only thing keeping me sane – is Dale.

  “I am fine,” I lie, but he smirks and knows I am.

  He squeezes my hand lightly and says, “I know things aren’t fine right now, love. But they will be. I promise I am going to get to the bottom of this and get you back home where you belong.”

  I sigh deeply, “Are you sending your henchmen to watch after me?”

  His answer is interrupted by his phone ringing as he jumps up, pacing around the room. I try to not listen, which is impossible.

  “There were at least six shooters, Rach. I didn’t get plates,” he pauses as his face lights up. “Get me everything you can. I’ve got connection set up now. Send asap,” his rough gravelly voice says.

  “I’ll be right back,” he says to me.

  I nod with a blank expression. All I really want is for him to wrap his arms around me, keeping me safe, but I can’t ask him to do that. I can’t ask him to sacrifice whatever life he has in Austin for me. Not now, after we’ve been through so much. He’s given me enough time already.

  I slip back against the tub, warmed and reflective. I accepted the fact I’ll probably end up spread on the one queen-sized bed during the ride up. But having sex with Dale and allowing his relinquishing of time for me permanently are two totally different things. If he wants to have sex, we will—but it will be purely for sex. I won’t allow my body to encourage or provoke it, and by all means, I will be brave and tell my heart no. And she will listen.

  I close my eyes, knowing I am lying again. I can’t have sex with that man and not feel. He ignites my senses in such away that my skin charges and burns with every brush of his hand and every whisper of his lips. I want to find fault in him and make him the guilty one for making me feel such, but I can’t. He is the one and I know it.