Complicated by You (11 page)

“Hurry?”

“Yes.” He kissed me, groaning as his tongue tangled with mine.
Oh my god.
I rubbed against him. The swollen lips between my legs slid against his taut pelvic bone as he rocked it into me. His cock planted under my ass, bobbing up and down and slapping the bottom of my cheeks.

Damn it.

I pushed away from him. “Stop. We can’t do this. It’s wrong.”

“I can’t think around you when I’m hard and you’re naked.” He sucked on my neck.

“No excuses,” I panted.

“Let me put it inside you for just a few seconds?” He squeezed my ass some more.

“No. We’re already going too far doing this.” I molded into him, barely able to hold back at all. If he asked me that question again, I would. I’d let him fuck me right in the water, right in front of Pipe and Cynthia.

This is insane.

He sucked on my tongue and pulled back a little so that his cock flopped up between us. I groaned so loud from the pressure and harmony of our two bodies moving together in perfect time. He ground it into my center.

“Oh!” I let my head fall back and gave up on trying to stop.

“As soon as I saw you take your clothes off and rush into the water, I fucking went crazy.” He guided the length of his cock against those hungry lips between my legs. It slid up and down between my folds, separating them a little. “Let me have you.”

I bit my lip. “
She’s
here.”

“I’ll pull out when they head back. Just please, let me get a tiny taste of how it would feel to be inside of you.” Turning his back to them, he sucked on my neck, lapped at my chest, and then sucked on my left nipple.

I dug my nails into his shoulders, so overcome with bliss. “Jay.”

He released my nipple and glanced over his shoulder. “Come on. They’re heading back. Just a little.”

I shivered. A tiny giggle escaped my lips. “You said you would pull out when they headed back.”

“I lied.” He entered me, just like that. He positioned the tip of his hardness at my throbbing opening and pierced me with desperation, groaning, every inch it pushed inside of me. I spread my legs wider, needing him more than I’d ever known. Everything disappeared around us. His oncoming girlfriend and Pipe were afterthoughts to my desire. I rocked into him. Bursts of pleasure sprang inside my core at the pace of lava spilling out of a violent volcano. This was nothing gentle or sensual. It was hard-edged grinding, rock solid humping as we raced to reach our orgasms before Pipe and Cynthia raced to the finish line.

“Goddamn, you. All. This. Time.” He sliced into me, lifting my body up and smashing me back into him. My breasts bobbed. I screeched. Loud splashing sounded so close, too close in fact.

“Stop.” My voice was more a plea than a determined order. “Please, stop.”

He grunted, checked over his shoulder, and whimpered. “Fuck.”

His cock left me as he set me down. My whole body shook. He leaped back into the water in enough time for me to see Cynthia in the lead, approaching us. Jay disappeared under the darkened surface. She continued on, dedicated to the race. Power coiled around her. She moved through the ocean like she’d been birthed inside a sea shell and living in water all of her life. Several feet rested between her and Pipe. There was no doubt that she’d won.

She reached me and gasped for breath as she rose in the water. “I-I’m … close … to … passing out.”

Guilt hit me. She swayed a little. I caught her in my arms. She hugged me. Her weight almost pulled me down into the waters. “He’s … so fast. I thought … I wouldn’t … win.”

Bobbing my head like an idiot, I held her up and kept losing my grip on her. Our slippery bodies slid against each other. It was in that moment that Jay rose. He froze. His heated gaze fell to our breasts as they glided together, my nipples bumping hers. They’d already been hard. Hers too, perhaps from the chill of the sea. She didn’t move away. Even when she stood up and had caught her breath, she remained in my embrace, her short breaths warming my neck.

I should have been disgusted. I’d never been into females. But the throbbing between my thighs hadn’t quit since Jay pushed and pulled between them. My clit craved to be touched some more. My sex longed to be played with, by anyone. I glanced at Jay again.

He hadn’t moved.

She turned his way with her arms wrapped around my waist. “I won.”

“I see.” His voice was darker than usual.

“Where were you? I almost drowned in exhaustion if not for Evie here to hold me up.”

This close to her, her jasmine perfume lingered my way. I released her. She stayed close, continued to watch Jay’s gaze. Anyone would have known what was going on in his mind, anyone, even someone who’d only known him for a week could see the lust in his eyes. His face might not have said it, but his eyes did. He loved us this close to each other. He loved seeing our wet bodies connected in front of him.

“She’s … a … beast!” Pipe finally arrived. He bypassed us and headed straight to the beach where he then crawled out into the sand and collapsed, choking on air like a fish that had been yanked out of the sea.

“I should go check on him.” I moved Cynthia’s arms away from my waist.

“He’s okay.” She put her hand at the center of my back and tightened her grip on me.

O-kay? Why is she keeping me here?

 
Our eyes met.

“Why don’t you stay out here with us for a while, Evie,” Cynthia said.

Why?

The question balanced on the tip of my tongue.

“We never really get to hang out. Just the three of us.” She let me go and combed her fingers through her blond strands. Her breasts jutted forward. The pink points glimmered in the moonlight. Jay’s gaze shifted from them to mine. I stirred and covered mine. The whole situation had gone from crazy to mental institution ill as far as I was concerned. It could have been the marijuana I’d just smoked, but the vibe that came from Cynthia seemed odd.

“You look like you’re in deep thought.” She strolled over to Jay and circled him a little bit, stopping behind him. Her hand glided over his six-pack. It was all I could see, but I knew she must’ve been doing something behind him as he whimpered in pleasure.

“I should give you both a moment.” I turned to leave.

“No, Evie.” She peeked around him. “Don’t go.”

“Stay.” Jay rubbed his lips with one hand. It was his nervous tell. Anytime he did it when playing poker, I knew he was bluffing.

“Why? It looks like you two are having a … couple’s moment.” I continued to shield my breasts with my arms.

“I think we should talk.” Cynthia walked around Jay, got between us, and turned her face his way. “I’m not stupid, you know. I can see what’s going on between you two. I saw it three months ago when you both would hang out on Evie’s side. The first time I got the nerve up to say a few words to Jay, he seemed weird about dating in front of Evie. I spied that weird emotion in Evie’s face right when I asked her if you both were together and she stuttered out a ‘no.’ I see the way you look at her, Jay, when you think I can’t see. I heard what you told her when I was in the other room and you both were out in the hallway nights ago. I was listening through the door—”

 I backed away. “I’m going to—”

“Don’t, Evie.” Cynthia held up her hands. “We’ll have to deal with this eventually.”

“Deal with what?” Jay didn’t look my way.

“The sexual tension between you two. I love you, Jay, more than anybody I’ve ever loved before. But there are things that I can’t give you.”

Jay leaned his head to the side. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m not … sexual like other girls. I don’t … ”

Jay raised his eyebrows. “You don’t what?”

“I don’t like sex.”

Now I really should leave.

“But all those times you moaned. Were you faking?” Jay asked. He didn’t seem angry, just curious.

“Yes.” She stared down at the water. “I pretended it felt good. I mean. It all wasn’t bad. I like kissing you.”

“And your phone ringing?”

“It’s an alarm with my phone ringtone. I time it to go off so that you get just enough to tide you over, but the actual feel of a … penis being inside of me makes me want to … ”

“What?” I blurted out.

“Vomit.”

I twisted my face in confusion. “Why?”

“I’ve been through some things that I would rather not talk about, but … it’s always left me with this disgust for sex.” She cupped water in her hand and poured it on her chest. The clear liquid streamed between her breasts and returned to the ocean. “I’ve tried with girls and guys. Nothing happens. I’m just not into sex. Jay, you’re the first guy that didn’t push me. You’re the first one that captivated me enough to make me want to fake it with you, but in the end, I would be faking, which leaves us to Evie.”

I tilted my head her way. “Excuse me?”

“You wouldn’t fake with him,” she declared. “You’re hot for him. Every time he steps into the room you can’t keep your attention on anything else. Sometimes when you’re dreaming, you moan his name.”

A smile plastered on Jay’s face. “You do?”

I sucked my teeth. “Let’s just focus on this, please. Cynthia, what do you think I have to do with your relationship?”

“You want Jay? I want him too, just in other ways.” She lowered into the water. “Why can’t we both just
share
him?”

Jay turned to me. I glared at him. “You’re just enjoying this conversation, aren’t you?”

“What? I didn’t offer up this agreement. This is the first time I’m hearing it.” He shrugged with that damn smile still glued to his face. “But maybe we should discuss this?”

“Fuck you, Jay.”

“What?” He held out his hands.

“I don’t want to share him.” I shook my head.

“Why not?” Cynthia formed her lips into a frown. “You could probably have him all to yourself. You guys have that special thing between you, but … I just want to be a part of it. I may never have a normal relationship in my life. When we graduate and move on, I won’t be getting married or whatever. I’ll never have a guy that will get me like Jay does.”

“You don’t know that,” I said.

“Why can’t we just share him?” she begged.

I hid my face with my hands. “Because it’s crazy.”

“Maybe we should just try it.” Cynthia walked over to me.

I backed up. “No. I’m not interested. I don’t even get what you’re saying.”

Jay turned from her to me and seemed unsure of what else to say or how he should handle it. Cynthia had blown us both out of the water with her proposition. Weed smoke clouded my thinking. Lust still pounded in my chest. This was not the time to make a decision so instead I rushed off, dashing through the water toward Pipe as he lounged.

I kept going, even though Cynthia kept yelling my name repeatedly.

On the television screen,
The
Rocky Horror Picture Show
characters Brad and Janet backed up into the area where an elevator lowered, carrying a transvestite vampire that stomped his white platform heels to the beat of the oncoming song. Diamond studs coated the vampire’s heels.

Pipe jumped up, placed his hands on his hips, and stomped his own diamond-studded heels. White powder was smeared over his face. Black and purple eye shadow gleamed over his eyelids. Candy apple red lipstick decked out those full lips. A black Dracula-like cape draped his shoulders. Underneath it, he wore a black corset, garter belt, and stockings. Because God is good, he forgot to bring his G-string and was forced to wear tiny shorts instead. Pipe had a hot body, but Pipe in a G-string rang very wrong on so many levels.

“And now, for my entrance.” Pipe wiggled his hips.

“Pipe, you’re a sick individual you understand that right?” Jay dabbed at the black lipstick decorating his lips. For some reason when he dressed up with us, he believed that black lipstick made him appear manlier than candy apple red. Pipe and I chose to let him believe it, especially now that he lounged in one of Cynthia’s black floor-length gowns. It stretched over his waist and behind. In the back, rips had already formed. The poor gown would be in shreds by the time he took it off.

“This is so cool. Do you all do this a lot?” Cynthia shoveled popcorn into her mouth without smudging her own make up. A white lace body suit adorned her delicious body. She exuded sex without even trying.

And to think, she doesn’t even like sex, when she’s a walking porno waiting to happen.

“We pretty much do this at least five times a year. It’s pretty hard to get him out of it.” Jay propped his feet on my bed. Sometime while I was at the store getting snacks by myself, Cynthia, Pipe, and Jay put our night tables to the side and pushed our beds together. They’d been calling it the “Love Bed” all night, which caused me to cringe each time it was mentioned.

I don’t care what Pipe says. The “Love Bed” is going to be separated at the end of this performance.

“Okay, Evie. Stand up. This is your part.” Pipe gestured at me. I adjusted my boring costume, khaki skirt and a white blouse with pearls. A pout plastered on my face.