Authors: Sommer Marsden
‘Come on,’ I said, hurrying him along. We’d never make it to the top at this rate.
The steps were narrow, winding and made of stone, and I felt a bit like the fairy-tale princess he’d mentioned. Only possibly one with a bow and arrow secreted under her big flowing gown.
I ran ahead and Deke was behind me. I had a moment of vertigo as we swirled and raced to the top. I trailed my fingertips along the cool stone walls to help keep my equilibrium.
At the top I stared out to the sweeping landscape below. My back yard, leaf-studded and lit by a harvest moon, was spectacular. I could actually see how much property I owned and I was momentarily humbled by what my father had done for me.
‘Gorgeous isn’t it?’ he said, full lips pressed to my ear. The kiss of cool night air warred with the heat of his breath on my face, stirring a shiver in me.
‘It is.’
‘And your house looks very quaint, doesn’t it?’ He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and pressed up to me. It was a reassuring domestic stance that spoke of not only attraction but affection. I forced myself to stay there.
‘It does. It looks warm and cosy and very safe. But inside, there is a true beast.’
He pressed his cheek to mine, tightened his grip. ‘Oh yeah?’
‘A pissed-off wiener dog who wants to know why we left him.’
Deke chuckled as he insinuated his warm hands under my shirt. Dragging his palms over my skin he took his sweet old time making his way up to cup my breasts.
‘So, Maxwell loved Sidney,’ I said. Very slightly, I pressed my ass back against him, feeling him hard again – for me.
‘I guess so. That’s pretty cool. And pretty sad. That they were so close, within eye-shot every day and weren’t together.’
‘They fucked,’ I said, my voice wavering.
That had always turned me on. Man on man. I’d often fantasised in sticky masturbatory moments of being with two men. One in me – the other riding that one into me.
‘That turns you on?’ I could feel that he was grinning and when he pinched my nipples I groaned.
‘Does it freak you out that it does?’
‘Nope.’
‘Someone fucked someone. Maxwell fucked Sidney or Sidney fucked Maxwell. Or they took turns being top.’ My voice was wavering like a flimsy handkerchief in that high wind.
‘And they sucked each other’s cock,’ he said in my ear. Then he slowly slid his hand down into my pants, past my panties, and found me wet and grasping for his fingers.
I let my head fall back on his shoulder, rotated my hips, opening myself for more penetration from his blunt fingertips.
‘They sucked cocks and took them deep and fucked and loved and wished and hoped. And then they ended up as each other’s secret.’
He shoved my pants down and my bare ass braced itself against the wind with an armour of goose bumps. I kicked my legs wide and tilted forward, showing him I wanted him. I wanted him again and there was no preamble or need for foreplay. Deke made me wet, he turned me on. He triggered something primal in me that wanted to fuck and eat and drink and run and laugh.
He was magic. And evil. And perfect.
His zipper hissed like a co-conspirator and he slipped into me easily, holding my hips tightly as I held onto the stone lip of the tower. We looked out over the fall night, blanketed in navy-blue sky with small pinpricks of white where the stars lived. I pushed back and he rocked forward.
It was a slow lazy fuck – the sex equivalent of a long bubble bath or a satisfying sleep. He thrust up high and hard and his fingers found me as he reached around. Gathering my own moisture, he rubbed me in tight hard circles until I pushed back violently, taking him deeper and coming so hard I had to swallow to keep from yelling.
‘That’s my girl. Give it to me, Farrell.’
Spasm after spasm unwound inside of me and when I thought they were done, one more sweet pulse worked through me. He pushed me forward just a bit more. Possessive hands pushing on my lower back to steady me as he began a rougher rhythm. It only took a moment of driving into me, as we looked out into the night, and he was coming too. His hands biting into my flesh, making me wonder if I’d see the evidence of him holding me that way in the morning.
I shocked myself. Not Brutus – he’d just met me – but I sure as hell shocked myself, and I guess Deke as well.
‘You can stay the night if you want. I mean, I don’t have a proper bed yet, but …’ I poured out two more glasses of wine and he started a fire for me.
The temperature outside had dropped even more. Deke had sniffed the air as we’d scurried home like juvenile delinquents saying, ‘Smells like snow.’
‘Wow. Whatever did I do to deserve that?’
I shrugged. Maybe it was just a sex high. I mean, I’d gone at it three times in a single day and my body was pleasantly sore, my mind a hum of white satiated noise. ‘I like your company. You’re funny. You’re sexy. You can fuck like a trooper.’ I grinned when he chuckled.
‘Are you sure?’
‘Are you not?’ I plopped on the sofa and dug for the remote. My boots came off with a bit of struggle and I put my feet, swathed in lime-green slouchy socks, on the boxes I’d set up in lieu of a coffee table.
‘I’d love to stay. But I don’t want to … push you? Freak you out?’
‘
I
asked you. So there is no pushing and no freaking.’
I pushed the button and a classic horror movie came up complete with manic serial killer in his white hockey mask brandishing his machete.
‘You in?’ I nodded to the screen.
‘That depends,’ Deke said, leaning over the back of the sofa and kissing the back of my neck so softly I shivered and my nipples spiked painfully hard under the warm cotton of my T-shirt. ‘Is there …
popcorn
?’
I brought out a husky sex-kitten whisper. ‘Well … there’s a
bag
of popcorn, and oil and a pot and … butter.’
‘In!’ he shouted, shaking his fists at the sky, being a total nut. ‘The woman has popcorn … and she likes it the old-fashioned way! Booyah!’ he yelled, pumping a fist at the exposed beam ceiling. ‘I’m making a double batch,’ he said and hurried off.
I tried to ignore the fact that there was something supremely satisfying and comforting about hearing him in there.
* * *
‘Wakey, wakey.’
I rolled away from him, knowing he was going to make me get up. And I didn’t want to get up. We’d made a makeshift bed on the floor with cushions, blankets and two thick foam bed pads I’d happened to have in the detritus of my move. My body reminded me as I moved that I wasn’t a teenager any more. I ached.
I’d not dreamt of fairy-tale characters or pigs or ovens this time. This time I dreamt of Maxwell and Sidney, in love but kept apart. Maxwell building a tower as a monument to his love, watching over the man he adored from up high. Not able to be with him.
Bleh.
Romantic and sad, and it was too early for that.
‘Wakey, wakey,’ Deke repeated.
‘No,’ I sighed.
‘Come on. Don’t you have to go dip dogs or something.’ His hand curved along my bottom, warm and strong. It didn’t take Deke long to nudge his hand in-between my thighs from behind. He cosied up to me and I could feel glorious morning wood pressing to my crack.
‘What day is it?’ I groaned. I’d lost track since moving.
‘Saturday.’ He nuzzled the back of my neck and I shivered. The room was full of grey light and I could hear the wind blowing outside again. A dry sound rattled in my ears and I figured it was the million and one pounds of leaves outside my house.
I would need a leaf blower.
‘Don’t I get to
not
dip dogs on Saturdays?’
He chuckled, pushing his hand into the back of pyjama pants, stroking my skin with his knuckles. ‘Nope. Donna’s is closed Sundays and Mondays. But don’t worry – Saturday is a short day. Nine to one. Only four hours of furry friends.’
‘You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’
I felt Deke smile against my neck. His hands travelling up – slow and sensual – to cup my breasts. My nipples immediately rose up to meet the press of his flesh.
‘Teasing you, fondling you, or the fact that you let me stay over?’ He pinched, pinched, pinched my nipples tight until an echoing thud sounded in my cunt. Made somehow deeper and richer due to the fact that I’d yet to use the restroom.
‘Yes,’ I said, but the word was more of a gasp.
‘Yes,’ he replied.
I pushed my pyjama pants down and felt him slide against me, Deke slept in the nude. I wasn’t surprised at all when he told me that.
He rolled me to my belly, hands still moulded to my breasts, his lips warm on the back of my neck. His cock was fully hard and nudging me impudently. I laughed softly; there was a sweetness to this lazy kind of fucking. I parted my legs, letting him prod me. When the tip of his cock brushed my drenched opening, he hissed, ‘You’re so hot.’
‘You’re pretty hot yourself,’ I said. I slipped my hand between my body and the mattress, pressing my clit a single time to test. I was right; the fact that I had to pee added a pressure and an urgency. I parted my legs a bit more, pushed my ass up and encouraged him in.
‘You have the tightest pussy, Farrell. Did you know that? It’s like being squeezed by a hot wet fist. It’s so …’ He broke off as he slid into me, the reality of my pussy more important than his description of it.
The force of his controlled thrusts drove me down against my own hand, against my own frantic fingertips as I rushed to get off. I wanted to come fast and then come again. Deke pumped into me, his mouth on the back of my neck, his hair tickling my cheek.
‘I’m not going to last long. I can feel what you’re doing.’
‘Give me two,’ I said. ‘I have to pee.’ I laughed. ‘And somehow it’s adding a whole new dimension to this thing.’
‘Two. So greedy – even first thing in the morning.’ But he was teasing me because I heard him laugh.
I thrust back against him gently to get him in deeper, I was prone under him so the weight of his body crushed me with every thrust. He pinched my nipples again and I came, a thick flexing orgasm that seemed to echo throughout my entire pelvis.
‘Oh, fuck,’ I laughed. ‘Weird.’
‘You are soaked,’ he said.
‘You are talented,’ I reminded him.
He pulled me up on hands and knees, the covers still bunched and draped over us. The room a little brighter, but still grey.
I didn’t touch my clit this time, simply bowed under him when he said, ‘Put your head down. Shoulders too.’
I did. My forehead pressed the bedding, my shoulders kissing soft cotton. I let him tilt my hips just as he liked and drive into me. Deke kept one hand spread possessively along my lower back and I heard his breath ripping in and out of him as he struggled to stay in control.
The tip of his thick cock was brushing my G-spot with every stroke and finally I simply said, ‘Done’ and came in powerful spasms around him.
‘Fuck.’ He laughed and then he was done too.
We rolled together and I kissed him hurriedly – forehead, nose, lips. ‘I have to go pee or I’ll die.’
In the bathroom, I realised how ‘Saturday morning domestic’ that had been. How intimate with its familiarity and affection.
I eyed myself in the mirror as I washed my hands. ‘Careful, Farrell,’ I warned my reflection.
He distracted me with, ‘I’m making coffee, because you only have two hours before you go to the dogs!’ from the other room. ‘Ha! Go to the dogs, get it?’
It was nice. Coffee and omelette and the morning news. A quick shower together – no nookie – but kissing and getting dressed in a rush. He had a deer to dress for a local farmer: I had dogs to deal with.
It was good.
Until we went outside.
* * *
I sort of felt him before I saw him. A coolness came over me as I stooped to pick up the newspaper; Deke on my heels at the front door.
‘Well, if this isn’t just so fucking Ozzie and Harriet,’ Cooper said. He crossed his arms, lanky body bunched with disapproval. But it was more than that. I was pretty sure I saw a tiny flash of jealousy or hurt before he’d set his face in a stoic mask.
‘Good morning, Cooper,’ Deke said. ‘How are you this fine morning?’ He smiled his Satan smile and yes, I knew he was gloating some.
‘Shut up, Deke,’ Cooper snapped.
‘You shut up.’ I’d had just about enough of this caustic shit. ‘What is your problem? You don’t have any right to come get in anyone’s shit. Do you hear me?’
‘So I can just come to get my dick wet, is that it?’
Heat flooded my face and Deke put a hand on my back. He knew that I wasn’t exclusive. I was fairly certain he knew about Coop
and
Stephen. But the anger and vulgarity had set me on edge and he could feel it. We’d just spent hours wrapped around each other in various ways, so he would have had to have been deaf, dumb and blind not to pick up on my altered body language.
‘Why don’t you leave, Coop?’ It didn’t sound like a suggestion. He’d moved around in front of me and I’d never seen his jovial face look so serious. Or angry.
He was truly angry.
‘Why don’t
you
leave, Deke?’
Deke took a step forward and I held my breath. Male pissing contest. Did anyone want to start the fucking day this way? I didn’t.
‘Knock it off,’ I growled. Stomping down the steps I passed them both and then lucky me, here came Stephen holding a bag of donuts and looking disillusioned.
‘So he gets to stay but you won’t stay with me?’ He said it low and he sounded hurt.
I think it was the hurt part that pissed me off the most. I hadn’t lied to a single one of them. Had been upfront from day one. So why was I dealing with a caveman brouhaha on my porch and a hurt anime-eyed pretty boy on my front lawn.
‘I told you from the start that I wasn’t up for … anything. And I do what I want, Stephen. Last night I wanted him to stay.’
‘And the night before that you wanted to suck my cock,’ Coop growled.
That’s when Deke took a swing at him and I did the only thing I could think to do. I grabbed the bag of donuts from Stephen – still looking hurt and still pissing me off – and winged them at the other two like a missile.