More Than Lies (6 page)

“Lean forward, darlin’,” I suggest as I lightly push on her head to lean her closer to Mason.

After shucking my pants and kicking them off, I position my right leg onto the couch next to Mason’s leg, settling in directly behind Misty. Grabbing my dick in my hand, I pour a generous amount of lube on me. After dropping the small plastic bottle to the floor, I position my cock against her tight opening and move my eyes to meet Mason’s telling him I’m ready. He backs a few inches out of Misty without coming completely out.

“Hey, Misty?” I call out to her as I reach into my pocket to retrieve the smooth material, bringing it up next to my head and shaking my hand to show Mason. He grins.

“Yeah,” she breathes.

“Cross your hands behind your neck, wrists together.”

“Why?” My jaw locks and I punch forward, forcing myself inside about two inches causing her to yelp. I had intended on being gentle until her intrusive question fell out of her lips. This is our game and the bitch needs to understand she is just a participant.

“Because I said so.” It’s a bark and I shove inside another inch or two. Her arms immediately comply, going up and locking together behind her neck. With my right palm, I smack her ass cheek before looping the material around her wrists. Once secured the way I want them so she can’t easily pull loose, I move my hands lower, cupping her hips and pressing forward, gently, until I’m buried deep inside her hot ass. “That’s much better, isn’t it?”

“Sure, but how am I supposed to balance myself?” Her muscles tighten, squeezing my cock.

“You’re not. We got you, babe.” Mason soothes out after draining the contents of his beer and then dropping the glass bottle to the carpeted floor. “Just relax and let us fuck you into oblivion.” She complies, her muscles loosening a fraction from around me.

Mason nods his head and I pull myself backwards as he flexes his hips upward, invading her cunt.

“Oh, God...fuck me, oh God.”

“We are, sweetness.” Mason chuckles as he eases back down to the couch. I press forward, meeting her back as I take myself as far as I’ll go. “How do we feel?”

“A-fucking-mazing.” After another few seconds of sliding in and out of both of her orifices we find a rhythm and start pumping away. Her ass is tight, and feels oh so good. I won’t last long. Not that I care, but I have to hold back long enough.

“Oh my God.” Misty squeals out telling me Mason has applied his thumb to her clit. I grate my teeth together in order to gain my control, but this chick’s ass is so tight. She needs to hurry the hell up.

“I’m going to come, oh...” Thank fuck because the pressure in my balls is becoming too much. I look to Mason so that we can get our time accurate and blow this girl’s mind. He nods, once.

“Sweetness, how close?” he asks with a tight expression. I can feel her muscles starting to contract when I press back in.

Pulling back out slowly I start to mouth, “On three.” I slowly press in one last time. “One.” Misty can’t hear me and luckily the concentration on giving Mason the cue has allowed me to regain control over my body. “Two.”

“Now, I’m...oh shi...”

“Three.” With as much force as I can muster, I ram my cock into her at the same time Mason forces himself back into her pussy. Misty lets out a bloodcurdling scream that pierces my ears, but I shake it off. If I didn’t know it was an explosive orgasm that ripped through her, I would I have thought we might have hurt her, but when her body falls limp against mine with a whimper escaping her lips, I know she is more than fine.

Pulling out, I look to Mason who gives me the go ahead. That’s all I needed and I start pounding in and out of her. Mason is doing the same. “No, it’s too muc...oh.” I don’t stop. Neither of us gives her an ounce of mercy. She’ll come again and be thankful in the end. The pressure builds at a rapid pace inside me. My body thrusts on its own accord. This is the release I need. These are the moments I look forward to. When everything I feel inside me stills. In and out, my pursuit to release continues on.

A roar tears from my lips upon spilling myself into the condom as a long drawn out moan from Misty seeps into my ears. Just as quick as the buildup started, it’s now gone. I’ve gotten what I wanted. I’m satisfied, for now at least.

Pulling out of her, I remove myself from the couch and walk to the bathroom to discard the used protection and to clean off my dick. I walk back out to retrieve my jeans. Once I have them pulled over my hips, button fastened, I go in search for another beer.

I can hear the pants coming from Misty’s bedroom. Mason has her back there and the door is wide open. I’ll let him have his fun. I’m spent and I’m ready to crash out. If I know Mase, he’ll be another hour with her so I might as well drink up or get some shuteye before I have to drive us home.

The latter is probably best since I will not drive drunk, again. I’m still pissed off at myself for doing it last night. What the hell was I thinking?

Pulling in one long breath of air through my nose, the awful scent of stale cigarette smoke invades my nostrils all the way down into my lungs. My eyes snap open and I want to hurl, or maybe cough up said lungs. Either way, it’s time to get out of here. My shower and comfy bed are calling my name.

I try to untangle Jared’s limbs from around my body, but by lying on my stomach with a larger and heavier frame practically on top of me is not an easy task to accomplish. Soft and gentle movements will never get him off me, so I do the only thing I can, given my circumstances. Planting my palm onto the mattress, I push my body up and by jerking my shoulder backwards I’m able to make him stir.

However, I’m not quick enough because he encases his arm around my middle section. Perfect. Just perfect. “Babe, stop moving. Go back to sleep.”

“Let me up, please. I’m going home.” Please don’t make this a big deal, I chant silently in my head, but I know he will and it’s my fault. Two nights within the same week, let alone consecutive nights is a big no with Jared. He wants more. I don’t. Doing this to him only makes things between us worse.

His arm releases from around me and I feel him rise up onto his elbows from behind me. I’m quick this time, though. I hop my naked self out of his bed and start searching the floor for my dress. I know it’s here somewhere, just where is the question. Jared isn’t exactly the cleanest person I know and with the lights off it’s making my task more difficult.

“It’s three-thirty in the fucking morning, Taralynn.” Isn’t he full of the obvious? His alarm clock was staring me in the face when I opened my eyes. I know what time it is. That doesn’t change the fact that I’m ready to go home. Home so I can breathe normal air. I don’t reply, there is no need to.

At the sound of sheets rustling, I know Jared is moving on the bed. Seconds later there’s the click of the lamp and soft light filters the room. I instantly see my black panties, but when I bend to swipe them off the floor, Jared’s palm connects with my butt. I yelp from the quick bolts of pain. I should have expected that. He loves my ass. I have no idea why, but it becomes his obsession when we’re together.

“Was that necessary?”

“Always. Don’t leave.” He leans back against the wooden slats of the headboard. The smooth satin cloth that held my wrists in place a few hours ago while he drove his cock into me is still looped through the center of the headboard. Jared likes to play rough, which is a huge turn-on and keeps me coming back for more.

“I’m not staying.” I never stay and he should be used to it by now. Last night was an exception because I was hurt and mad. And by the time Jared and I finished ringing every ounce of pleasure out of each other, I was exhausted and accidently fell asleep.

“Why not?” Reaching over to his left, he retrieves a half empty pack of Marlboro lights and his lighter. My nose scrunches up as I push myself into gear. The sooner I’m dressed, the sooner I’m out of his room that’s about to smell more like an ashtray than it does now.

“Jared, don’t do this.” I slip my legs into the silk material of my Victoria’s Secret underwear, pulling them over my thighs until they meet my core. Next my bra is secured in place. “Its just sex. It’s always been just sex and you told me you could deal with that arrangement.” I bend once more to pick up my dress, but this time my butt is facing away from him. My ass does not need any more attention tonight. I don’t know what he used on me earlier, but eventually he replaced his hand with a flexible material. Perhaps a belt; I don’t know, I never asked because I was too lost in the painful, yet amazingly pleasurable sensation.

Does that make me a screwed up person? Maybe. Hell, don’t let my mother find out. She would light my butt on fire. Literally.

“I handle our arrangement just fine, baby. Doesn’t mean I don’t want more of you.” After my dress is in place I look at him. He’s disappointed. He’s always disappointed when I leave like this. “Look, if you’re determined, then let me throw some clothes on and I’ll take you.”

“I don’t think so. You’re still drunk.”

“And you’re not?”

“I didn’t say that. I live a half mile from here. It’s no biggie, I can walk and be there in ten minutes.” I don’t give him a chance to think it over. I bolt from his room without so much as a goodbye kiss. Maybe I’m being a bitch, but I’m not trying to lead Jared on any more than I do on a normal day. Even then, I’ve never tried to lead him on. We’ve always been up front. He knows I don’t want something serious. I know he does.

Once I’m down the stairs, I practically run into another large body on my way to the front door.

“Whoa, T.” I look up to see Cole, Jared’s best friend. Hair, blonde as blonde gets with baby blue eyes and a crooked grin greet me. Cole reminds me of Mason. They are both the easy going, go with the flow type of guys. Cole dubbed me “T” freshmen year of college during the first week when I met him. He and Jared had also met that week, and quickly fell into a tight friendship. I roll my eyes. Not that it does any good. It’s never mattered that I’ve explained to him that clearly my name is Taralynn. “Where are you off to so late in the night?”

“Home and it’s early in the morning.”

“If you say so, but I didn’t see your car outside. Jared taking you?”

“No, he’s probably back to sleep by now. I’m just going to walk.”

“I don’t think so. Throw something on your arms and I’ll take you. Meet me outside.” With that he pivots and is out the door, not allowing me to protest. Cole really is one of the nice ones, and like Mason, if they ever out-grow their too much fun ways, could easily snag a great woman. I follow, but before I exit I grab what I think is Jared’s long sleeve flannel button up shirt off the coat rack. Then I walk a short distance to Cole’s Harley. Like Jared, his only means of transportation is a motorcycle.

I’m not scared to get on with him. Cole and Jared have both been driving one since they were in high school. From everything I’ve witnessed, they are relatively safe drivers. “Here, put on the helmet.” He grabs Jared’s off his bike, holding it out for me to take. I do, securing it in place while he throws his long legs over his bike and cranks it to life. Their neighbors have to hate them. The machine sounds like a beast.

I mimic his moves, swinging my leg over and hoisting myself up, making sure I don’t touch my bare leg to the scorching hot pipe. Once my hands are secured on his hips, I give him the go ahead to leave. He doesn’t and I can see the slight chuckle because his shoulders jump up and down. Cole grabs my wrists, wrapping them around his waist and I roll my eyes yet again. Not that he can see or would even care. Lastly, his cool palms slide up my tights and yank me forward. My chest meets his back. “Now, that’s more like it.”

Cole doesn’t have any romantic or sexual likings for me. He’s just doing this to try to mess with me. He loves moments when he can get a rise out of me. I’ve just learned over time, not to give him the satisfaction. So I wiggle as far against him as I can possibly make myself and squeeze him tighter around his abdomen.

The bike shoots forward and we’re leaving. It’s a short ride. Like I said, I don’t live that far. The mid October morning air is way too cold on my skin. I didn’t like it when I rode home with Jared from the club and I don’t like it now.

A few seconds before I know Cole will arrive at my house, he leans the bike to the left, accelerating as he does, leading me to believe he’s passing another vehicle. Why it’s necessary I haven’t a clue, because as soon as he’s pulled back into the lane, he’s turning into the cul-de-sac that Shawn’s house is on. He parks on the street, but doesn’t cut the engine since there is no need to. He won’t be coming inside. Cole isn’t exactly friends with my roommates, especially Shawn. Shawn and Jared are enemies, which makes him and Cole enemies too. I’m not sure why. Shawn and Jared were tight up until our senior year of high school.

I hop off, and while I’m removing the helmet, Shawn’s truck pulls into the drive. Cole waves and now it makes sense. He did that for Shawn’s benefit. Allowing him to see me on the back of his bike, I’m sure of it. Asshole.

“Thanks for the lift.”

“Anytime, Taralynn. Later.” With that, he takes off and I turn to walk up the driveway.