Tatted Up

by Phoenix Rayne

  “You can’t be so sure.” She said. He looked at her

  “People change and feelings change all the time.” She told him.

  “I won’t, Fiona I promise” He assured her. Fiona walked past him and headed for the bathroom. She grabbed a ponytail band and wrapped her hair up around it. She got another washcloth from the cabinet and opened the shower door and climbed in. She lathered up an Asher climbed in behind her turning on the second showerhead behind her.

  “When I asked you to shower with me this isn’t what I had in mind. Who has two shower heads in their shower?” He asked

  “I do.” She answered him. Asher shook his head at her; he turned and started lathering up her back. He used the pink shower gel she had sitting in her shower caddy. She let him scrub her down just like she had done for him the evening before. When they finished scrubbing and flirting with each other, Fiona got out to make the bed; Asher was still rinsing off. When he got out the shower, he kept a towel wrapped around him. Fiona promised him she would wash his clothes as soon as the sheets finished. Asher pulled her to the bed with him when she finished putting the last pillowcase on the pillow.

  “Your pants are ringing,” She told him. Asher kissed her on lips then he went over to get his pants on the floor. Fiona walked around him with her towel wrapped around her body. She picked up his boxers, pulled his jeans from his hands, and scooped up his t-shirt. Asher caught it by the edge and yanked it until it fell from under her arms. She kept going not concern by his attempt to slow her down. He followed behind her with a shit eating grin on his face. Fiona took the sheets, pillowcases, and duvet from the washer. She bent over and put them in the dryer. Asher snuck a finger inside of her, and she gasped standing up straight. He wrapped his free arm around her when she shut the dryer door. In his free hand, he showed her a text message on his phone. He slid his finger in and out of her; she laid her head on his chest. Fiona opened her legs wide for Asher to continue his finger fucking. Fiona tried her best to read the screen, but it was so hard to focus with him piercing in and out of her. The message was from Kerrigan, and it read;

  “I need to apologize to you and Fiona, and I would much rather do it in person than over the phone. We can all go out to lunch or dinner, or I could come to you all.” Fiona nodded at the text panting from Asher’s now two fingers sliding in and out of her. She awkwardly started the washer again and started putting his clothes in there. She pulled his wallet and two condoms out of his jeans pockets.

  “Socks? you had socks, right? She asked him.

  “They’re in my boots, but I’m telling you right now, when you bend over to get them, I’m fucking you, hard” Asher warned her. He pulled one of the condoms off the laundry table and ripped it open with his teeth. Fiona didn’t even know he was rock hard till he moved back and slid on the condom. He was still pushing his fingers in and out of her as they moved awkwardly to the front living area. Fiona spotted the boots in the middle of the floor. They awkwardly shifted that way; with every step, Asher was slamming his fingers in and out of her. She stood over the boots for a minute, enjoying his fingers inside of her.

  “You like this,” He told her amusingly. She nodded with a chill creeping up her back; she knew what was about to happen.

  “Asher, I’m about to cum” She rushed out.

  “Do you want my fingers in you when you do or my dick?” Asher asked her. Fiona couldn’t answer with the rush of blood racing in her ears now.

  “Fi,” Asher called out to her. Fiona squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus on his voice.

  “Fi-ona!” He growled in her ear. That was it she only had seconds left. Whenever Asher broke her name up into two syllabuses like that, she couldn’t hold anything together.

  “Dick, your dick!” She yelled in a scream. Asher yanked his fingers out, pushed her down and over towards the boots, while he held onto her torso. He slammed into her and got one good stroke in before Fiona went into and orgasmic fit. Asher had to hold on to her this time. Asher plunged in and out of her, and it was too much for Fiona to bare. Fiona was jerking and gripping for air.

  “I got you.” He assured her. Fiona still didn’t calm down; Asher went in and out even harder.

  “Yes!” Fiona moaned loudly.

  “Get the fucking socks so we can get this started” Asher demanded her. Fiona couldn’t help but think what the fuck he was talking about. She was about to pass out any second, and he said they hadn’t even started yet. Fiona’s orgasm surrendered, but the vibrations and her sensitive clit welcomed every inch of Asher’s dick in her. Fiona could finally focus on the God damned socks. She yanked one then two out the boots. When she stood straight, she knew she wouldn’t be able to stay upright that much longer.

  “Asher!” She yelled at him out of frustration. Fiona knew she couldn’t walk with his dick in her. Asher pulled out of her, and then he yanked her around to face him.

  “Don’t you dare drop them socks.” He warned her with a serious face. Fiona looked at him with wide eyes. Asher wrapped both of his arms around her and told her to jump on his dick. She jumped up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and then she slid down on his dick. Asher turned, and then they hopped like one giant kangaroo. With each hop, Asher slammed into her. Fiona couldn’t help her loud pleasure screams now.

  “Shhhhh.” Asher tried to calm her, but there was no use. When they made it to the laundry room, Fiona reached over and opened the washer then she shut it again. Asher sat Fiona on the washer and then he started banging her right there on the washing machine. Fiona didn’t even know her name at this very moment. Asher was fucking her senseless right now.

  “Look at me!” He demanded the closed eyed super model. When Fiona gazed into Asher’s eyes, he finally saw what he’d been looking for. She was wide open inside and out now, and Asher knew it.

  “Oh, Fiona.” He sighed to her. She threw her head back and her insides started tightening up again. Asher knew Fiona was about to have another orgasm. He knew this might be his only one true time; he could get the truth out of her, so he gave her all he had.

  “Look at me!” He yelled at her. Fiona grew tighter around his dick, and she had just started digging her fingernails into his back. She dropped her head and squinted up at him with wet eyes.

  “Tell me!” He demanded her. She slammed her eyes shut again and pierced her lips. Asher got pissed when she did this, so he cupped her ass and moved in even deeper.

  “Oh, you’ll talk when the police get here.”

  “What?” Fiona breathed out to him.

  “I’m sure the police will be here soon.”

  “Why?” She asked him breathlessly.

  “Because I’m fucking you hardcore till you tell me. That means you will be screaming at the top of your lungs like your being murdered. In all honesty, I will be murdering something, but it will be your sweet pussy. Now fucking tell me!” He told her. Fiona knew Asher wasn’t bluffing, but she just couldn’t say the words he was requesting of her. Asher slammed into Fiona so hard and so deep that she could feel his stubble hairs on his shaved balls. Asher put the term balls deep to shame. Fiona knew she was going to crack, but she held on as long as she could. She knew exactly how she felt about Asher, but she just couldn’t find the words for it. The words Asher sought and longed for her to say meant nothing to her. A hundred men had told Fiona those lifeless three words that she despised so. The last man that told her those words and truly meant them were her father. Fiona knew there wasn’t a man on earth that could ever love her like her father, but she had an eerie feeling that Asher could get damn close. Asher slammed into Fiona so hard that she knew she would be able to feel him in her throat.

  “Tell me!” Asher demanded her again. Fiona was gripping his dick so hard now. She felt every muscle in her vagina screaming for release.

  “Let go, stop holding back, let me in Fiona,” Asher told her. Fiona shook her head at him, fighting back with everything she had. Asher knew this moment was the fight of her
life, and he had to break through her.

  “Fiona, I don’t want to hurt you, but we can’t keep fucking like this.” Asher knew he was too rough with her, but she was a soldier. She took everything he gave her.

  “Don’t-give up- on me.” She choked out through jerks and tears. Asher realized everything then; Fiona wanted to tell him how she felt, but her brain just wouldn’t let her. There was no telling how long this cement wall had been up for her, and Asher wasn’t sure if one hard fucking session could knock it down. It was crumbling for sure, but he was going to have to put in some serious work to get that thing knocked down. Asher slowed his pace and then he told Fiona to hold him. She could barely wrap her legs and arms around him; she was so weak and drained. Fiona was dead on her feet, but Asher had to finish this session. Fiona had been fighting this last orgasm; she didn’t want to let it go for some reason. Asher walked them over to the laundry room door, and he pressed her against it. Asher slid in and out of her, and Fiona had nowhere else to hide. Asher needed her to use all her strength; he thought maybe she would let him in if all she had was him. She had the washer for support if she fell out before, but now all she had was him because the door couldn’t hold her.

  “Asher it’s so fucking good!” She cried with tears streaming her face. He felt her legs losing their momentum a little around him. Asher pushed in and pulled out of Fiona over and over. Her cries and moans even sounded exhausted. Fiona was still holding on; this girl was stronger than Asher thought. When Fiona tightened around Asher this last time, Asher knew she was about to slip away. She gasped one long breath and then she squeezed around him one last time. This was her last and final strike back during this fight. The Orgasm took her over; her body trembled, and her throat made a gurgling sound. She clenched around him and threw her head over his shoulder.

  “I need you.” She whispered in his ear. Asher chuckled a little at her.

  “I’ll take that Fiona” He surrendered her torture of pleasure not knowing who had won the battle. Asher was satisfied with her surrender, but they will re-visit this place again very soon. Fiona's legs went slack and then her arms fell dead to her sides.

  “Asher, don’t leave me.” She breathed out to him and then she was out cold. Asher kissed her slick forehead.

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He whispered in her ear.

  Chapter 6

  When Fiona woke from her long but restful nap, it was dusk outside. She realized she had slept the entire day away. She reached back behind her, but he wasn’t there. She heard someone in the kitchen, and the smell was amazing. She got up and wrapped her robe around her, and went to seek out the smell. Asher stood in the middle of her kitchen wearing a tank and jeans. Fiona knew Asher didn’t have any extra clothes there, then she realized he had been home. She had driven his single cab truck home the night before, and there weren't any clothes in there. She walked over to the kitchen bar, and she sat down.

  “Well, sleeping beauty is awake.” Asher leaned over to kiss Fiona; she then leaned back and frowned. She covered her mouth and told him she needed to brush her teeth.

  “I don’t give a damn about that; I want your lips on mine right now.” He demanded. She still frowned and didn’t ease up.

  “Keep your mouth closed then.” He told her. She sighed and then leaned over towards him. They kissed, and Asher didn’t mind Fiona’s bad breath. Asher wanted Fiona anyway he could get her. Fiona had never met a man like Asher, and she loved that about him. Fiona pulled back first then Asher licked his lips. Fiona smiled at him.

  “There she is.” He mocked the grinning Fiona.

  “Go shower and get dressed my little sister will be here in an hour.” He told her getting back to his cooking.

  “But I’m hungry.” She told him. Asher smiled back at her, went to her flatware drawer and pulled out a fork. He opened the fridge and pulled out a bowl; he spooned out a few spoonful’s of the bowl's contents into a saucer. He sprinkled some feta cheese on top and handed it to Fiona. She took the first bite and was surprised by the wonderful flavors. Fiona could taste cucumbers, red onions, tomatoes, feta cheese and some herb dressing. Fiona thought all the flavors were fantastic together.

  “What is this?”

  “Cucumber salad.”

  “It’s amazing!”

  “It’s only like five ingredients.”

  “But they are really good ingredients” Fiona smiled up at Asher. The look on Asher’s face made Fiona stop chewing. She swallowed slowly and then she took in a deep breath.

  “I love you, Fiona,” He told her with no emotion in his face. Asher was trying to be as serious as possible. Fiona said nothing back to him. Asher waited patiently for something from her but the reaction he longed for never came. Fiona’s eyes left his struggled trance. She laid her fork down on the saucer and then stepped down from the bar seat. She turned and walked away from the very patient but now the heartbroken man at the counter. Fiona went into her bedroom and locked the door behind her. Asher dropped his head, squeezed his eyes shut and stood there leaning over the sink for a few minutes.

  After an eternity of silence between the two of them, the buzzing ring at the door made the very awkwardly couple eyes finally meet. Fiona had come out of her bedroom freshly showered and fully dressed. She wore a long plum halter maxi dress with jeweled sandals. She had all her hair pinned up at the top of her head. Asher thought she looked like a Goddess, but he knew she wasn’t in the mood to hear such thoughts from him right now. Expressing how she felt was apparently a hard thing for Fiona to do. Asher knew he was moving fast, but he had never met a woman like Fiona before, and he didn’t want to mess this up between the two of them. The buzzer rang again, and Fiona sat the last plate down at the table. Asher had told Fiona that Kerrigan would probably bring one of her flavors of the month over. He had told Fiona through their awkward conversation that his sister liked them young and hot. Fiona walked over to the buzzer and saw Kerrigan standing there in front of the camera. Fiona told her the apartment number and then she buzzed her in. Fiona unlocked the door then she cracked it open. Fiona turned and bumped into Asher’s chest.

  “Let’s forget about earlier, pretend like I never said anything.” He begged her. Fiona swallowed then she nodded awkwardly at him. Asher bent down and kissed Fiona on her lips. She kissed him back, and Asher wrapped his arms around her waist. Fiona wrapped both of her arms around the back of his neck. Asher pushed her back into the cracked door. The weight from both of their bodies slammed it shut. Asher left Fiona’s lips and traced his tongue down her neck. She moved one of her hands from his neck and cupped his dick. Asher hissed in her ear and then there was a knock at the door. Asher licked the other side of her neck and then he ended back up at her lips. He kissed her again, this time, slower than before then he pulled away from her. She had squeezed his dick before he got out of her reach. They both laughed and then all the tension was gone. Asher rushed behind the counter to hide his now obtruding budge in his pants. Fiona straightened her dress and turned to open the door. Kerrigan stood there with a half-dressed redhead with her. This was not the blonde from the night before. The red head wore a black bra with a black G-string; she had a black see-through button-down shirt that she was wearing as a dress. She had on clear stripper heels with way too much makeup. Fiona absentmindedly frowned at her. Asher joined Fiona at the door; his ensemble was a little questionable now as well. He wore an apron over his tank and jeans, clearly hiding the boner he carried in his pants. Asher smiled at his sister and her date. Kerrigan wore a pair of black leather pants with a faded skull tee. She wore combat boots and a leather cap. She looked like one of the village people with all the celebration happiness removed. She pushed a bouquet of flowers into Fiona’s hands. Kerrigan and her date walked through the door without a hello or good evening.

  “What’s for dinner?” Kerrigan asked aloud. Fiona turned to face Asher because he never told her.

  “Beef and Chicken Enchiladas” Asher called out to his litt
le sister.

  “My favorite” She laughed aloud.

  “Why don’t everyone come and sit at the table and we can get started” Asher waved his arms over to the beautifully set table Fiona worked hard on.

  “Let me put these beautiful flowers Kerrigan so generously brought for you into some water” Asher crooned to Fiona. Fiona’s wide eyes were frozen into Asher’s in utter shock; he was clearly up to something, but she wasn’t sure what it was. The three women walked over to the table, and Kerrigan sat a head of the table like she was King Tutt. Fiona didn’t care for her I am King Attitude, but she said nothing.

  “So, let’s get this apology shit started so that we can eat,” Kerrigan said with a grunt. Fiona gave her a small smile, and she sat down across from the redhead. The redhead was looking at her lip and lipstick through her knife. Asher came to the table with the cucumber salad, lettuce wedges, and bread rolls. There was fresh butter, salt, and pepper already on the table. Kerrigan glared at Fiona and Fiona glared right back at her.

  “Well?” Kerrigan said to Fiona.

  “Excuse me?” Fiona asked her with wide eyes. Asher cleared his throat and then he asked everyone to bow their head for grace. The red head did the Catholic cross and then she bowed her head. Asher said grace while Kerrigan and Fiona glared at each other. Once Asher was done, he started with Kerrigan’s plate. He gave her some of the cucumber salad and then he gave her lettuce wedges with the toppings on it. He moved over to the red head.

  “I’m Asher.” He told her

  “Hi, I’m Candi with an I.” She told him

  “Of course, you are,” Fiona said under her breath. Candi with an I glared back at Fiona and Fiona glared right back at her. Asher moved over to Fiona, and she glared up at him. She knew Kerrigan must have been told by Asher that she wanted to apologize first and then Kerrigan must have said she would too after she did it. She wasn’t sure what Asher thought was going to happen, but it wasn’t working. Asher spooned out a couple of spoonsful of the cucumber salad and then he grabbed the tongs and placed a lettuce wedge on her plate. By the time Asher got to his plate Kerrigan was all done with hers.