Heartbreak Warfare

by K. B. Webb

  I slide my body so that my hard dick is resting in-between her legs and begin to move my hips while I kiss her lips. Her body bucks in response to the contact and she moans into my mouth. I move my hand up her body, grabbing her breast in my hand and pinching her nipples.

  “Ryan,” the sound of her voice saying my name drives me over the edge. I had every intention of being attentive and using my mouth and fingers on every inch of her body until she came screaming my name, but right now I need to be inside her.

  I raise off the bed and slide my shorts down. My erection springs free and she bites her lip at the sight of it. I grab hold to the top of her shorts and pull them off quickly.

  “Jasmine, I need to be inside you. I wanted to do so many things to you, and I will, but right now I need to feel you, really feel you.”

  She doesn’t respond verbally, instead she nods and continues to gnaw on her lip.

  I flip her over and grab her thighs, pulling her body so her ass is in the air. I slide into her slowly but quickly pick up my pace. She pushes back against me with every thrust I make. We find the perfect rhythm, fucking hard and passionately all at the same time. I reach up and grab her long, black haired ponytail and grip her hip with my other hand. I feel her orgasm coming before she tells me about it. I feel her inners wall tightening around my dick and know that my release is close.

  “Ryan, I’m gonna come.”

  “Fuck yea you are.” I pick up my pace, gripping her hair and her hip harder as I fuck her harder, deeper until she comes screaming my name and gripping the sheets so tightly I think she may shred them. Seeing her wither in pure passion sends me over the edge. I come hard and fast, releasing every last drop I have inside me deep in her wet pussy.

  After my release, I let the grip I have on her hair and her hip go causing her to collapse onto my bed. I roll over, lying on my back beside her.

  “Fuck Ryan, I think I may die from too many intense orgasms.” She laughs and turns her head so she’s looking at me. She’s flushed and her hair is a mess. My dick twitches at the sight of her letting me know he’s ready for round two.

  “Death by fucking, I guess there are worse ways to go.”

  “Hey, if I die from intense orgasm overdose, I will not be complaining.”

  “Well of course not, you’d be dead.”

  “Smart ass. Just for that, I will haunt you and eternally cock block the shit out of you. No pussy for Ryan.”

  “Baby if you died from orgasm overdose, I can promise you would take me with you.”

  “Want to test that theory?” She rolls onto her side and looks like the picture perfect pinup poster.

  My dick twitches again, “fuck yes I do.

  After our marathon sex session and a much needed nap followed by a shower, we decide to order pizza. Jasmine is walking around my apartment, wearing only one of my old shirts and a pair of my boxers, both of which are way too big on her. She looks down right sexy though. There’s something about seeing her in my clothes that brings out this primal possessive feeling in me. I already knew she was mine, but seeing her like this really proves it.

  There’s a knock at the door which I assume is the pizza guy. I tell Jasmine to run to my room and grab my wallet off my dresser while I answer the door.

  When I open the door though, I’m not met with the pizza guy, but with a slack jawed Casey. I look down and realize I am shirtless.

  “Um, ugh, hey… Ryan. Is this a bad time?”

  “It actually is. What are you doing here?”

  “Well I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out today. Molly gave me your address so I thought I would come by. I called you a few times, but you didn’t answer.” It’s then that I remember I left my phone outside after breakfast. I got distracted with Jasmine and never brought it back inside.

  “Hey, I got your wallet.” Jasmine comes around the corner of the hallway holding my wallet but stops in her tracks when she sees Casey standing at the door.

  “Shit,” I mumble under my breath. This is going to be bad.

  “Jasmine!” Casey is obviously just as shocked at Jasmine is. “What the fuck are you doing here? And why the hell are you wearing Ryan’s clothes?” Casey pushes past me and steps into my apartment.

  “Well, I’m here because Ryan’s my boyfriend and I’m wearing his clothes because I just took a shower and didn’t feel like going to my apartment to get some clean clothes of my own. What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “Your boyfriend!” Casey turns around to face me, “Since when is she you’re girlfriend?”

  “Well, we’ve been together for a while, but if you want to get technical, I became his girlfriend this morning,” Jasmine answers before I have a chance to. “I guess I should thank you actually. You flirting with Ryan last night made us man up and admit our feelings for each other. So yea, thanks Casey.” Damn it Jasmine. Her voice is laced with sarcasm and I can tell Casey knows it.

  “You’ve always been a fucking slut.” Casey takes a step closer to Jasmine when she speaks.

  “Takes one to know one.” Jasmine steps closer as well and soon they’re only a foot or so away from each other. Jasmine towers over Casey so much that Casey has to look up at her.

  “I’m sure Jason will love to hear about this.” Something flashes across Jasmine’s face and I know this is about to go from bad to fucking disastrous. I walk over and stand besides Jasmine, prepared to place myself between them if it comes to that.

  “Oh give it up Casey. You’ve been running to him for years and telling him shit about me to get his attention. News flash dumb ass, he’s gay! And even if he wasn’t, he would never in a million years fucking touch you. He has higher standards than that.”

  “Funny, because last night Ryan sure wanted to touch me.”

  “Casey, you need to leave. Now!” I wrap my arm around Jasmine’s waist. Partially to show Casey, that yes, I am with Jasmine and partially to hold Jasmine back from kicking her ass.

  Casey huffs and turns to leave but stops short of the door. “You know what Jasmine, you can tell yourself all you want that you’re Ryan’s girlfriend, but you’ll never be anything more than an orphaned whore. Good thing your parents died before they could see that their only daughter turned into the town’s biggest slut.”

  Jasmine breaks out of my grasps and is quickly across the room and pushes Casey against the door.

  “The fuck did you say to me?”

  I try to pull Jasmine off of a screaming Casey, but it proves to be harder than I thought it would be. She now has a death grip on her hair and doesn’t want to let go. After a very painful game of tug of war, I finally get Jasmine to release Casey’s hair.

  “You crazy bitch! At least now I know why Ryan got the head trainer job, he was pity fucking you.”

  It happens so fast that I don’t even know Jasmine slaps Casey in the face till I hear the sound of flesh to flesh contact and Casey scream. Her lip is bleeding and she starts to step towards Jasmine but I stop her. “Casey I swear if you take another step I will let her go so she can kick your ass! Get the fuck out of my apartment!”

  “Fuck you Jasmine!” Casey screams as she walks out. Despite the fact that my arms are wrapped around her waist, Jasmine manages to pull us so the she can yell at Casey down the hall.

  “Fuck you Casey! You ever show your face here or at my gym again and I will bust more than your fucking lip!”

  “Jasmine! Stop! It’s over!” I pick Jasmine up and carry her back into my apartment, kicking the door shut.

  I hold her close to me for a few minutes until her breathing evens out. “You good?” She nods and I slowly let her go. As soon as I do, there’s a knock on the door and I have to run to it to get there before Jasmine does.

  “Damn it Casey!” I open the door expecting to see Casey again but instead it’s the pizza guy. “My bad man, give me a minute and I’ll get your money.”

  I step away from the door to grab my wallet and see that Jasmine is pacing back a
nd forth and biting her fingernails. I pay for the pizza and set in the counter in the kitchen.

  “You need to take me to Ricky’s right now.” I don’t even get to open the box fully before Jasmine is closing it and standing in front of me.

  “And why is that?”

  “Because my car’s there and I need to go talk to Jason right now. If he’s going to find out about us, he needs to hear it from me, not Casey.”

  “Do you want me to go with you?”

  “No,” she shakes her head a few times, “I just need you to give me a ride. Go put a shirt on and meet me at my apartment.

  She walks out without giving me time to respond. I walk to my room, grabbing a shirt and throwing it on and sliding on shoes. I then walk outside and grab my phone off the table. There are a few missed calls and texts from Casey. Damn it, if I had just had my phone on me the whole time all this shit could have been avoided.

  Thirty minutes later, we pull into the Ricky’s parking lot and I pull up next to Jasmines car. I put the truck in park and look over at her. She has been oddly quiet since we left. I’m sure she is nervous as hell to go tell Jason about us. I wish there was something I could do to fix this.

  “Baby, are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?”

  “Yes. You don’t need to deal with Jason’s bullshit.”

  “I want to though. You’re my girl now, which means your bullshit is my bullshit.”

  She smiles for a brief second, but her smile is quickly replaced with the same worried expression she has had since Casey walked out of my apartment.

  “I just didn’t want to tell him like this, ya know? I didn’t want to feel like I had to rush and tell him before someone else did, but that’s what I have to do.”

  I worry that she is starting to have doubts about us. “Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, me and you. Are you sure that this is worth it?”

  She unbuckles her seatbelt and turns to face me as I do the same. She takes my face in her hands and smiles at me, “I am beyond sure. You are so worth this Ryan Davis.” She leans in and kisses me softly. “Now, let me go deal with this bullshit and I will call you later, OK? I don’t know how long this conversation will take, so don’t be surprised if it’s at least a few hours till you hear from me.”

  I kiss her again, “Call me if you need me. I mean that Jasmine, you’re my girl now. I won’t stand by and let anyone make you feel like shit, and that includes your brother.”

  “I know baby. I’ll call you later.” She kisses me once more before grabbing her purse and getting out of my truck and into her car.

  I have a terrible fucking feeling about this. Jason isn’t known for being understanding, especially when it comes to Jasmine. I really don’t want to kick his ass, but if he makes her cry, I won’t have a choice.

  I feel like I am going to puke during the whole ride to Todd and Jason’s house, my parent’s old house. After a 15 minute drive and multiple episodes of dry heaving, I pull into their driveway. I sit in my car for a few minutes trying to mentally prepare myself for what I’m about to walk into. I know Jason is going to be pist and I know he’s going to say a lot of hurtful shit. A lot. But, like I told Ryan, I’m sure I want to do this. If I expect him to stand up for me to Molly then I have to be prepared to stand up for him to Jason.

  I finally get the nerve to walk into the house and call Todd’s name.

  “I’m in the kitchen sweetie.” Their house is huge. It’s the house Jason and I grew up in. My parents built this house a few years after I was born. It has six bedrooms, five bathrooms, two offices, two living rooms, a game room, a theater, a formal dining room that is the same size as my living room, and a kitchen that any chef would die for.

  I find Todd in the kitchen cutting up vegetables for a salad. Todd is trained chef, but now the only cooking he does is at home for Jason. He owns a few local restaurants and the recipes they use are all his own, but he no longer works in the kitchen. Sometimes I think he misses it because he is constantly cooking, but he says he would rather spend his weekend’s home with Jason than cooking in some restaurant.

  I grab a cucumber from the salad bowl and push myself up to sit on the counter.

  “Are you staying for dinner sweetie?”

  “Um, I’m gonna guess no. After I get through talking to Jason he will probably kick me out. Where is he anyway?”

  “In his office. Why would he kick you out?”

  “I’m going to tell him about Ryan.” His knife slips and he almost cuts off a finger.

  “Maybe I should wait to chop the rest of these till we’re done with this conversation.” He wipes his hand off on a towel and turns so he’s facing me. “He’s not going to take this well Jas. Which I don’t think is fair, but you know how your brother is.”

  “I also slapped Casey Simmons and busted her lip.”

  “You what!”

  “Hey,” I hold my hands up to defend myself because Todd looks like he is about to lose his shit on me, “she fucking deserved it. She showed up at Ryan’s apartment and I was there. She spewed off some bullshit about Ryan wanting her then told me it was a good thing my parents died so they didn’t see how much of a slut I turned out to be.”

  “That little bitch. She’s fucking fired. I hope you got her good.”

  “Oh no worries, I pulled some of the extensions out of her head and busted her lip. I got her good.”

  “Now, why was she at Ryan’s apartment anyway?”

  “Well, last night Ryan’s friend tried to set them up. It turned into a whole big thing. I got drunk and cried and we kind of had a bit of fight but we made up this morning. It actually forced us to sit down and talk about everything. We decided we officially wanted to be together, and part of that is telling Jason about us even though we know he is going to hate me and fire Ryan. I was going to come over later tonight and tell y’all, but Casey showed up and said she was going to run her big fat mouth to Jason, so I came as soon as she left Ryan’s apartment.”

  “Oh sweetie, you’ve had a busy day huh?”

  “Yea I have. Now, I gotta go talk to Jason about all this shit.”

  “What shit?” I turn when I hear Jason’s voice. He’s leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen staring me down.

  “Why don’t we all sit down?” Todd ushers us all to sit at the table in their kitchen. Jason is still eyeing me, but does what Todd asks. “Now Jason, when Jasmine talks to you I want you to remember that she is almost twenty three years old and is old enough to make her own decisions and you have to respect that.” Poor Todd. He’s always having to play peacemaker between Jason and I.

  “We’ll see about that.” Fuck. Jason is going to make this more difficult than I thought he would.

  “Alright,” I decide I might as well dive in head first, “well, I’ve been sleeping with Ryan Davis for about a month now, and as of this morning, he and I are officially dating.” His lips purse and his nostrils flair. “Oh, and I busted Casey Simmons in the mouth this morning. You need to fire her too. That bitch is crazy.”

  Jason slams his hands down on the table causing Todd and I too jump. “Are you fucking stupid Jasmine?”

  “Jason, watch your mouth!” Todd tries to calm him down but I know it won’t help right now.

  “It’s OK Todd. Let him get it out.”

  “Oh, I’m going to get it out, don’t you worry. I cannot fucking believe you. Do you have no respect for yourself at all that you would just throw yourself at the first guy who shows any interest in you. Do you think so little of yourself that you just jump into bed with every man you meet?”

  “That’s not true and you know it. Ryan is not just some guy, he’s my boyfriend Jason, and the relationship we have is so much more than just fucking. If you took some time to get to really know him you would see what kind of guy he is.”

  “He only wants you for your money Jazzy. Can you really not see that? He has no interest in you!”

  “That’s not true!” I’m st
arting to get defensive. I refuse to sit here and let him talk down about Ryan when he doesn’t even really know him. “Ryan cares about me Jason! Not my fucking money. Not everyone who wants to be around me only does it for money. Why can’t you believe that?”

  “Because you have shitty decision makeing skills so I don’t trust anyone you deem worthy enough of a relationship.” He stands and begins walking back and forth in the kitchen. “I will not allow this. You need to end whatever you think you have him with him right now. I will fire him Jazzy, don’t make me do that.”

  “No, I won’t break up with him, and he already knew you were going to fire him.”

  “What did you just say?”

  “I said no. I’m not going to break up with him. I don’t care if you approve or not. I’m going to be with Ryan.”

  “I will fucking fire him Jazzy.”

  I shrug my shoulders trying to act like I don’t care even though my heart is aching for Ryan right now. “Do what you gotta do, but Ryan and I are together and nothing is going to change that.”

  “Yea, I’m sure nothing is going to change that. What about the next slutty looking girl that crosses his path, huh? You think he’s going to turn girls down because he’s with you?”

  “Yes actually, I know he will. He had a chance to get with Casey, the sluttiest girl of them all, and he turned it down to be with me. So yea, I do think that he will.”

  “You really have no idea Jasmine. Guys like Ryan see girls like you as a dime a dozen.”

  “Girls like me? What the fuck does that mean?” I push myself back from the table and stand up. Jason stops pacing and stares at me, the only thing separating us is the table.

  “What, do I have to spell it out for you? Easy girls Jazzy. Girls who jump into bed with every guy that tells them they’re pretty.”

  “Are you really calling me a slut right now Jason?”