Pretty Wicked (10 page)

He turned my no into a maybe and my maybe
into a yes.

And afterwards, when the curiosity and
desire had been aroused inside me, he delivered big. I mean BIG. I
told myself that I had gone with him because I loved that he did
not have a prejudged idea of beauty. He found my spider tattoos
beautiful! But the truth was/is, he intrigues me like no other. My
body is already craving it. It’s only sex, Billie, I tell
myself.

I stop retreating when I feel the hard edge
of the table against my buttocks. He takes his next step silently.
With his hands around my neck he tilts my face upwards and swoops
down on my mouth. Sweet mother, Mary. So bad, and so hot. My will
is slipping away. What will? It’s been a long time. A long time.
Bloody hell. He tastes so fuckin’ good I want to eat him. I get
lost in the raving desire that comes in waves from his mouth into
mine.

For a few more pulse-ripping seconds his
lips bruise mine, a clash of teeth and lips and tongues. It is
brutal, arousing, and totally feral. And then I tear my mouth off.
The insides of my mouth are still stinging. He is strong, I’ll give
him that. Very fucking strong. And that arrogant tilt to his chin.
Like he should be in a vampire movie. Like he’s never heard the
word no.

‘
So you don’t think I’m
cute?’

‘
If you like
psychos.’

He grins and lifts me up by the waist as if
I am a doll and deposits me on the table. My legs dangle off the
edge. With both his hands he rips open my nightshirt. The tearing
sound is deliciously erotic. Nobody has done this to me before.
Underneath I am butt naked. His eyes drop to my breasts. With a
slow smile he cups them in his hands.

‘
I wasn’t wrong last
night: you’ve had them done,’ he growls and pushes his tongue into
my mouth. The man’s an animal and I love it.

His tongue drives in as I suck it
enthusiastically. So different from a woman’s tongue. So demanding.
So muscular. Suddenly his mouth leaves mine, and a complaining mewl
escapes me. Watching me like a hawk he bends down to take a nipple
in his mouth and sucks at it cruelly. I close my eyes and moan. His
hands move lower. He spreads his fingers into the thatch of light
brown curls.

‘
A hairy girl is hard to
come by these days,’ he murmurs. ‘You’re one in a million,
Billie.’

‘
Fuck you.’

He runs his fingers along the slit. I am
embarrassingly soaking wet for him. One finger dips inside.

‘
Yes,’ I gasp. Even that
one word sounds incoherent. I want more.

He plunders my mouth. Slowly the finger
inside me becomes two and then three. The stretch is delicious, but
I want more. I need more. And holy fucking shit, I know where there
is smoking more. I reach for his belt.

‘
You’re throbbing for
release,’ he whispers huskily as he pulls away from me and splays
my legs open. He watches me, his heavy-lidded eyes roaming my
thrown back throat, my excited nipples, my legs spread so wide he
has a full view of my pussy dripping and swollen for
him.

He tears open the condom foil and then
unbuttons the top button of his bulging jeans. The zip comes down
and he takes out his cock. This is the thing about us lesbians.
We’re used to big toys, but this boy’s toy—it struts right out at a
right angle to his body. In its own way it is an aggressive angry
thing with large veins. I’m not really sure if I consider it
attractive. Certainly it is not pretty the way a pussy is, but
there is something wild about it. Something animalistic and
caveman-like.

I watch while he sheathes it and obligingly
open my legs wider when he plunges the raincoated thing straight
into me. That scream. It came from my mouth! His large strong hands
are underneath my bum tilting me upwards. Whoa…this is an attack! I
wrap my legs around him and he fucks me like a wild man,
furious.

We are a violent, hot tangle. I writhe and
claw at him, but he rams into me until I come, quick and hard. The
world shatters beautifully and becomes more perfect than before.
Almost immediately he does too with a growl and expletives. Fucking
like this exposes the darkest part of the soul. I bet his
girlfriend doesn’t see this.

I grasp the firm globes of his buttocks. We
are both panting hard. We have sinned. Now that I am sated I am
back to my rather inelegant situation.

‘
And you thought you were
a lesbian,’ he says with such a smug smile that I slap him, so hard
his head jerks back.

‘
That’s the first time…’
he mutters.

I raise a disbelieving eyebrow.

‘
I’ve been slapped by a
woman while I’m still inside her.’

I use both my hands to push him away from
me, but I might as well have been pushing at a brick wall. The
hands cupping my buttocks are like steel manacles.

‘
You’ve had your fun. Now
get out of my home,’ I force between clenched teeth.

'I’m still horny.’

I tingle at the promise his words hold. I
glare at him. ‘We all have our afflictions and addictions.’

Suddenly I have the fierce and surprising
urge to mark him. To let her know that he has been with me. I want
to claim him and then I forget about it when he sucks my tongue
into his mouth. Too urgent to be gentle. Then his mouth moves, warm
and wet against the side of my neck. I know what he’s doing. He’s
sucking on my tattoos, on the blue spiders. He takes his mouth away
and looks at them.

‘
How did you find me?’ I
ask.

‘
Not easily,’ he
confesses. ‘I had to shell out a thousand quid. Must be nice not
paying your own bills.’

I ignore the jibe. I’m not about to explain
anything to him. ‘What happened to last night’s posh and
world-weary murmur?’

He grins.

‘
When I first met you, you
had a BBC accent. Last night it was decidedly posh and today a
trace of Australian has slithered in. Will the real Jaron Rose
please stand up?’

‘
This is the real Jaron
Rose.’

‘
Are you going to fucking
get your dick out of me?’

‘
I will but first let me
tell you what you’re going to be doing tomorrow. At three thirty
p.m. sharp you will bend over this table, your elbows and hands and
cheek pressed against the glass, your ass in the air barely covered
by lace and transparent material. You will be wearing thongs. The
rims will become soaked very quickly and you will consider using
your sweating hands to masturbate to relieve the ache, but you will
not. You will keep that position, nipples and cunt tingling, and
wait. The high heels you’ll be wearing will make your calves cramp,
but you will ignore it.’

My mouth drops open.

He ignores it. ‘At four I will turn up. You
will not turn around to look at me or speak to me. No matter how
wide your legs are I will have to correct the position by kicking
apart your legs and flipping the last bit of covering over your
back, so your ass is totally exposed to me. I will roughly rub your
panties, find the jellied part, and dig my fingers into it. You
will immediately raise your hips higher to try to catch more of my
flesh, and moan the way you would if you were begging for it.

‘
I’ll tell you to be
quiet. That you are not to make a sound until I allow it. I will
flick your clit through the material and your body will start
bucking and squirming. At that moment I will swat your butt on the
fleshiest part of your buttocks just once, but hard. My fingers
might strike your clit. It will make your head spin and you are
bound to cry out from the surprise of my assault. So I will spank
you again. Just to hear you cry out and see the blush spread. And
again, until you are panting and dripping onto my hand. Excitement,
shame, joy.

‘
Then I will back off,
make myself a cup of tea and drink it while I stare at your
reddened ass ripe for the picking. Once I have had my tea I will
undress. Slowly. You will strain to hear buttons, material scraping
my skin, shoes sliding away, socks pulling, zip tearing. I will
grasp the reddened, burning skin in my palms and feel its weight in
my bare hands.’

I try not to show it but his dick is slowly
growing inside me and I am starting to want him to fuck me all over
again.

‘
Then I will pull the warm
red cheeks apart and holding them apart with one hand I will slide
my finger into you, first one, then two and eventually three. You
will moan, and shiver and maybe even grunt like an animal. Your
head will start to lift off the table—you are about to come. That
is the moment I’ll stop and will ask you to touch yourself. You
will take your hand off the table and press it between your legs,
turning your head to look at me while starting to
masturbate.

‘“
Do you want my cock in
your pussy?” I will ask. “Yes,” you will whisper. I will ask you
again. “Yes, yes,” you will plead.

‘
And that is when I will
ram so hard into you, you will shudder and scream and arch and
quiver and come in a screaming rush.’

‘
I won’t be in at three
thirty p.m. or four p.m. tomorrow,’ I tell him proudly.

‘
Don’t be absurd. Of
course you will.’

‘
If I am bent over the
table, who will let you in through the front door?’

‘
That’s my affair. You
just assume your position.’

He pulls out of me. And fully erect he takes
a step away from me. I close my legs and slip off the table.
Expertly, he removes the condom. I watch him pull his underpants up
and over the rigid flesh.

‘
It won’t break, will
it?’

He laughs and pulls his jeans over the
bulge. ‘Concern from you is always nice.’

‘
Don’t mistake curiosity
for concern.’

He zips up. ‘See you at four.’

I don’t say anything, simply stare at
him.

~~~~~

Two

When the door closes behind him my breath
comes out in a rush. Holy Moly! That was unbelievable and that was
not enough. I am still throbbing with need. What is it about this
guy? I simply can’t seem to get enough of him. I go to the fridge
and pour myself a shot of vodka. I lift it up to my lips, and put
it back on the counter. I don’t want to take the edge off the way I
feel right now. I light a cigarette and walk onto the balcony. I
blow out a smoke ring and my mobile goes.

I pick it up from the coffee table and it is
my best friend, Lana.

‘
Hey,’ I say.

‘
Guess where I am?’ she
squeals.

Well, it’s Sunday. Tomorrow is a working
day. Her billionaire banker husband’s yacht is moored in the South
of France. So the South of France would be my guess. ‘No idea,’ I
tell her.

‘
The South of
France.’

‘
Brilliant.’

‘
I tried to call you
earlier to see if you wanted to come, but I guess you were
asleep.’

‘
I was. So what is the
little sprog up to?’ I ask referring to my godson.

‘
He seems determined to
swim across the English Channel.’

‘
That’s my
boy.’

‘
What are you up
to?’

I kill my cigarette on the balcony railing.
‘Enjoying a post-coital cigarette.’

‘
What?’

‘
Jaron came around and we
had sex?’

‘
Really?’

‘
Unless I dreamed
it.’

‘
Oh my God!’

‘
That’s what I
thought.’

‘
Well, go on then, tell me
what happened?’

‘
It was hot and kind of
dirty, and he wants to come around tomorrow for more, but I’m not
sure how I feel about it all.’

‘
Why?’

‘
I think it’s that
crazy-eyed girlfriend of his. Mind you, I don’t feel bad about him
cheating on her. I just hate the idea of him inside
her.’

‘
My, my, I’ve never seen
you jealous before.’

‘
I’m not
jealous.’

‘
Could have fooled
me.’

‘
Well, he’s not available.
So that’s the end of that story.’

‘
I don’t know what the
story is between them, but I got the impression last night that he
doesn’t care about her one bit. There wasn’t enough heat between
them to keep an egg warm. It was obvious she wanted to claim him as
hers, but he only had eyes for you.’

‘
Well…’

The doorbell goes again.

‘
Hang on a minute.
Someone’s at the door,’ I say, and walk towards it. I look through
the spy hole.

‘
Talk of the devil,’ I
say.

‘
What?’

‘
Call you
back.’

I look again out of the spy hole. She is
dressed to the nines in a white pantsuit, a long cream coat,
sunglasses and a fringe sharp enough to skin a goat. I turn to the
mirror and look at myself. My hair is a mess, my nightie is torn in
half, and I have that slack, just-fucked look. With a grin I open
the door.

~~~~~

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