by Kitty Berry
I dial Nix’s number and wait for it to connect long distance. It rings about four times Just when I’m about to hang up, not wanting to leave a message, I hear Nix’s voice. “Hello, Pete Roman. Is that you, mate?”
“Hey, Nix. Yeah, it’s me” I say, my voice strong, not portraying my true feelings. What I really want to say is, “If you’ve ever laid a hand on Raina, I’m going to rip your balls off and shove them down your fucking throat.”
Instead, he asks about Todd and I fill him in on the details of his declining condition. Nix sends his best and apologizes for not being here. He says he’s just started a big movie in London but would love to come to The States to work on a film for his next job. We discuss the details of the London flat and he assures me he’ll take care of everything until I can make it there.
“So, you banging her, again? I must give it to you, mate, she is hot, wouldn’t mind getting my hands on her. Is it serious or this just a bodge job?” Nix asks.
“A what? And who are you referring to, Nix?”
Now I might truly have to kill him.
“You know, quick and dirty. Get in, get out. That sort of thing. And we both know I’m talking about the one and only Raina Montgomery.”
“Then the answer is no. I’m in love with her, have been since the first day I saw her. I fucked it up back then, but I have no plans on fucking it up now, so you can forget about getting your hands on her. She said you two were just friends. Is there more to that story that I should know about?” I demand.
“No, that’s the story in a nutshell. But let me ask you this, even if you were there controlling the scene, you wouldn’t let me have a touch, a little taste? We had a few pretty good runs at the club, you and I. Maybe she’d like a go ‘round? You are still practicing, no?”
“Yeah, of course I am. But it’s different with her. I don’t know if I could share her even like that. The thought has been crossing my mind lately, I think it would get her off big time. In the past, she seemed to get hot with the threat of exposure, but I don’t know, man. I’ll give it some thought.”
I must be out of my mother fucking mind. But I know Raina has a touch of exhibitionism in her. I want her to be happy. I want to give her everything she needs to be sexually fulfilled. I’m man enough to admit that job may be more that I can do alone. Doesn’t mean what we have is any less special. I’m an advocate for toys, add-ons, kinky role playing, so why would I ever deny her this?
Why? Because I’m also a jealous lunatic where she’s involved.
“We’ll talk when you get here, mate. Send Todd my best. Tell him to ring me. Laters.” And with that Phoenix disconnects the call.
Before I even put the phone down, it rings with Damian’s ring tone. “Hey, man. How are things in the city? I miss you guys.”
“Things are the same. How are things there? You doing alright?”
“No. It’s getting close. I think we’ll be heading back to Todd’s parent’s house within the week. He’s declining and starting to put things in order. He’s sending everyone else home.”
I wish Damian a happy anniversary and ask him to send birthday wishes to Sydney for me. He tells me he got the best present for her. His in-laws are finally moving out of their penthouse and in together in New Jersey where Syd’s father has been living. Syd’s mom has accepted a college professorship at a university in New Jersey where she’ll teach a course on erotic fiction and its effects on young women in today’s society.
“I’m looking forward to some alone time with my wife” he laughs.
“Itching for a few hours in your playroom?”
“Bet your ass. First place I’m taking her when they leave.”
We talk about what’s happening between Raina and me. I tell him I’m in love with her, infatuated actually. Scared out of my fucking mind. Scared shitless to be honest.
“Fuck, man. I know the feeling. I remember what it did to me when I met Syd. But you guys have so much history, a past together. All Syd and I had were separate fucked-up pasts with me fucking her mother and her stepbrother tormenting her. We made it through all of that bullshit, you guys can survive yours” Damian offers.
“Yeah, hope so. Listen, tell Mac I hope I can be back for his wedding but I have to handle a few things here first after…” I can’t say the words.
“He’s right here, wants to talk to you himself.”
Mac’s voice comes over the line. “Pete. Don’t even think about not being here for my wedding. There will be no fucking wedding until you’re home. Understand? I survived this soon to be asshole brother-in-law of mine and his controlling insanity. Sending my woman to Paris to get her out of my bed, motherfucker,” Mac says while laughing at Damian who’s listening in. “We just lived through hell caused by my brother, I could have died. But we’re on track now and Drea wants everything to be perfect, so I need everything to be perfect for her. That means you here, standing up there in front of all of our friends with us. So, no wedding until you’re back.”
I fill Mac in on Todd, Raina, and the London flat and promise to talk soon. I wish him luck dealing with Drea and the rest of the women with the wedding plans. We say our good-byes and he relays one to Damian for me. I power my phone off, place it in its charger and head to find Raina.
She’s sitting out on the back deck under the overhang, watching the rain fall. “Hey, Princess” I say as I lean down and kiss her softly on the lips, my hands on her face. She sighs and melts into my touch, her body already going soft and pliant. I gently lift her from the chair, sit down, and place her on my lap. She snuggles into my neck and I feel the wetness of her tears. “What’s the matter, baby? Something upset you? Tell me.”
“Amanda was just out here. She thinks it won’t be much longer before you have to take Todd home.”
“I know and I have no fucking idea how I’m going to do that.”
We sit in a comfortable silence for what feels like hours. Raina in my arms, just listening to the gentle rain fall, the wind blowing. When the temperature drops and Raina shivers in my arms, I stand, take her by the hand, and lead her back inside just in time. The heavy downpour begins, the wind rattling the windows. “Have you listened to the news at all? Were we expected to have a storm?” I ask, not looking forward to the memories one will bring.
“No, I haven’t. But it looks like we’re getting one.”
“Just what I fucking need.”
“Pete” she begins but I silence her with a heated kiss as I push her backward into our room and slam the door shut.
The thunder starts to bang and the lightening crashes outside our window but all I can see is Raina, all I hear are her moans, her heavy breathing. I grab at her shirt and tug it over her head. With her in my arms, I’m as horny as I was when I was twenty-two, unable to get enough of her.
She pulls my shirt off and rubs my pectoral muscles making me tighten them as I moan. I love the way she rubs her tiny hands over my chest and arms, it makes me instantly swell with need every time without fail. Her touch has always done this to me. She undoes the button on my pants and I pull down her skirt as I pull down and step out of my pants. She looks amazing standing here in a pink lace bra and G-string. I turn her around so I can see her tight ass in that sexy G-string.
“Mmm, maybe leaning over the bed first with this still on” I say as I gently guide her hands down on the bed. My hands go to her waist; I tilt her hips slightly so I have perfect access. I rip her G-string to the side and then I can’t help myself, I have to fuck her and hard. I slam into her wet pussy, making her yell my name. Forgetting the storm outside and the effect the weather has on me, the memories it brings back.
“Ahh, Pete” she yells.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it. Scream my name until your voice is gone.”
She raises that sweet ass of hers a little higher into the air and I grab it in my hands so I can fuck her harder and deeper. She grips the bed sheets tighter in her fingers, making them turn white, and I pick up the pace of
my thrusting. I stretch around and flick her clit with a steady speed. “I need to feel your pussy squeeze my cock, baby. Ahh fuck, I’m. Going. To. Come. Come. With. Me” I demand.
Her body obeys, crashes, and squeezes around me as a strike of lightening illuminates the darkening room and brings it all back.
January 2009
Pete
I don’t hear the tapping on my window at first; I’m too caught up in the memories. The sound of the rain and the wind mixed with the thunder and lightning bringing it all back. They make that night, the one just like this one, run through my mind. The night I try never to think about.
Raina tries the window, finds it unlocked, and comes in. I don’t notice at first, I’m in bed curled up with the covers over my head, trying to muffle the environmental sounds that threaten to destroy the last remaining thread of my composure.
I realize she’s in my room when I feel her slide into bed next to me and protectively wrap her arms around me. I instinctively turn in her arms and what I fear most happens. I break; lose control and it all floods out.
“Pete? What’s wrong? Are you sick? You’re shaking and sweating.”
“I’m fine,” I choke out between gasps of air. “My mom’s at my grandparent’s. We’re alone. I was going to call you, but then the storm started and I couldn’t…deal” I admit, the gasps sounding more like sobs.
“Deal?” she asks.
“My dad,” I admit. “I don’t know how much you know, what you’ve heard. I need to tell you. I can’t hide from it anymore. It’s eating me up inside.”
“Oh, God, Pete. I’m so sorry. I should have known when I heard the storm. Your mom told my mom. Well, some of the stuff. Do you want to tell me, talk about it?”
I nod and Raina tightens her arms around me. I take a deep cleansing breath and tell her the story that has haunted me during every storm for the last two years.
Two years ago, on a stormy night like the one we’re having tonight, my father, Rick Roman, disappeared at sea. His body was never discovered; he has never been seen or heard from again. He was on a yacht with some high school buddies having a few beers, relaxing, having a good time when the storm hit. His friends later told me and my mother that they knew the water was getting rough, but by the time they realized their safety was in jeopardy, they were in too much trouble to do anything about it, it was too late. They weren’t able to get to shore in time. The storm hit fast and hard, dumping buckets of rain on them as the winds threatened to capsize the yacht. Andy, my dad’s best friend, said my father was struck in the head by the boom and fell overboard. The others tried to help him but they couldn’t see him, their vision blurred by the rain, waves, and murky waters below.
For a long time I thought for sure he’d come walking in the front door one night and ask my mom what there was to eat, ask me if I wanted to throw a ball around. But after two years, I’m done kidding myself. I just wish we could have had the closure we deserved; I wish they had found his body so we could know for sure that he was truly gone. Because as much as I don’t expect him to come through the door anymore, there’s still a part of me that thinks there’s a possibility that he’s alive somewhere.
Raina’s embrace is the only thing that is keeping me sane at this moment. She’s holding me tight to her body; her hands soothe me, run through my hair, over my bare shoulders. She pulls back and silently looks at me. She lifts her shirt over her head and slips off her sweat pants. I slide mine down and we lay naked together in bed embracing. It’s a moment of compassion, of passion, sure, but oddly, not sexual. I need to feel her warmth; the comfort of the skin on skin contact and Raina instinctively knows this is what I need.
“I look so much like him,” I admit. “There are days when I look in the mirror, I feel like it’s him looking back at me. I don’t know how my mother stands to look at me. It must kill her every day.”
Raina holds my face in her hands, a sentiment I’m usually on the other side of. She gently sweeps her soft, plush lips over mine as our eyes lock. “Shh. Let me…” she trails off as our kiss heats. Her tongue opens my lips and I let it. Her hands remain on my face, holding me to her lips. She rolls me to my back and covers me with her body. She wiggles her hips, moving into place so I can feel the warmth of her core on my hardness. She lets me slide against her, through her wet heat, the sensation emptying my mind and taking the pain with it.
“Raina, there’s something I have to tell you, something I should have said a long time ago. I…” she cuts me off with a kiss as our bodies connect and I gently enter her. I know she needs me to speak these words to her, but right now, I need this more. I might be a selfish bastard for it, but I go with the pleasure she brings to my body.
My erection thickens and my heart rate increases. Raina clamps my wrists and lifts my hands over my head. I could resist, and she wouldn’t have a chance to overpower me, but in this moment, I don’t even consider it. I lay pliant and relaxed and let her call the shots.
Her gaze heats then the smirk crosses her face. She leans over to my bedside table, opens the drawer, and retrieves the handcuffs. “I’m going to cuff you, Pete. Tonight I’m the one in control. No more talking for now, just feel. Relax and let me do this for you. Let me take away the pain, make you leave your head, not hear the storm. Trust me.”
I nod and become putty in her hands, unable to resist. Raina cuffs first my right then my left wrist to my headboard. I tug a little to test the resistance. The metal cuts into my skin, pinches enough to make me relax and accept my vulnerability. I close my eyes for a minute to settle myself, to accept my lack of control. I empty my mind of all conscience thought and think only of Raina. My mind goes fuzzy and warmth overcomes me. I sigh into the feeling and my head rolls to the side. “Raina” I moan into her ear as she leans down to lick my neck. Her tongue slides over my pressure point, over my Adam’s apple, then her teeth gently nip my ear lobe. I feel my dick twitch and harden to almost unbearable steel.
Raina smiles. “Mmm. I love seeing you like this. Relax, Pete. I know what you need. I can read your body as well as you can read mine. This is for you tonight, for your pleasure. I’m not going to make you wait or beg for it. Maybe another time though” she taunts with a smirk on those pretty lips of hers.
Raina licks down my neck until she reaches my chest. She sucks my nipple into her mouth and bites just hard enough to make it peak and ache. It’s an ache that goes right to my balls. The sensation of an impending orgasm overtakes me and I take a deep breath to hold myself off. She hasn’t even touched my dick yet and I’m ready to explode.
Raina’s tongue continues down the center of my chest to my belly button where it dips in and makes slow circles. I hear myself moan and my torso arches off the bed. My hips begin to grind into the air, my dick looking for relief. She slides further down my body, her tongue only inches away from where I long for it to be.
She settles between my legs, her mouth suspended over me. I can feel her warm breath on my cock then the moisture of her tongue as she licks me. Her pink tongue, so wicked as it teases my tip, makes me cry out. Raina lowers her head, opens her mouth, and takes me in. I use every ounce of strength I have left not to come right then, but my body is relaxed, so pliant, holding back won’t be an option for long.
“I’m going to make you come fast, Pete, and then we’ll take our time with round two. You need this. Give yourself over to me. Let me do for you what you do for me all the time. Let me take everything away. It’s just us, just this.”
Raina’s mouth slides over my dick, up and down, up and down. She growls when she tastes me, swirls her tongue around the tip.
“Raina, fuck, baby, I’m gonna come! Jesus, right now!” At my admittance she speeds up her strokes, long and hard, fast. Her mouth is wet and so warm and she’s creating a suction that is going to break me. When she swallows to take me in deeper, I crumble and come apart in her mouth.
I can’t catch my breath, my chest heaves to take in air, my lungs beg
for oxygen. Raina covers my mouth with hers, our eyes lock, and she calms me. I open for her and taste myself on her tongue. “Watching myself come in your mouth has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” I admit.
Raina moans my name into my mouth then breaks our kiss. “Pete, I need you” she begs. She slides up my body and stands with her legs spread, her feet near my shoulders. Her sweet pinkness above me, tempting me, teasing me. She’s swollen and moist, her body aching for release.
Raina lowers herself so my tongue can reach out and taste her. But she allows me only a few swipes before she moves out of my reach. It’s enough to fill my senses with her taste, my nostrils with her scent. Make me crave more.
“Ahh, Raina. Please, baby, let me lick you, you taste so fucking good. I want to make you come all over my tongue.”
She lowers herself to my lips once more, this time moving her hips in time with my mouth. It doesn’t take long, her body already primed. She crashes for me and braces herself with the headboard as she moans. Her body thrashes over me as each spasm rushes through her system.
As her climax subsides, she rolls to her side and cuddles into me. Her hand finds my renewed erection and she begins to gently pump me. “Take the cuffs off now, Raina. I’m going to fuck you, and to do that the way we both need it right now, I need you to uncuff me.”
She reaches into the drawer, retrieves the key, and unlocks the cuffs.
I lunge at her, flip her onto her stomach and grab a pillow to shove under her hips. My dominance has returned full force. “This is going to be deep and hard. Stop me if it hurts. You drove me insane with pleasure, now it’s my turn to repay the favor. I need to have my hands on you, all over you. I need you; I just need you, Raina. You’re mine. You’ll be all mine now. Every last inch of you.”