Rebecca Joyce (5 page)

“Baby doll, I am gonna fuck this ass.”

“Oh yes! Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard,” she demanded, arching and giving him better access.

Fuck, he loved this woman!

Quickly standing, Braxton took his slick cock in hand, pointed the head at her hole, and pushed forward.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she screamed, taking every inch he offered. Balls to her ass, Braxton growled as he began thrusting in and out of her tight asshole. His little baby doll liked it rough and dirty, and that was exactly what she got. Driving hard into her, the momentum of the force had his balls slapping hard against her ass. Plunging hard, he continued his driving force until his balls began to draw up.

“Come, baby doll!
Now
!” he shouted, insisting she obey him immediately. The moment he felt her pussy contract, Braxton let his load go with one last shove, the propulsion of his cum shooting deep into her ass.

Braxton was spent.

Easing his semi-hard cock out of her ass, he helped her to sit, as he did the same, collapsing next to her on the couch. Neither said anything, as they were desperately trying to regain some sort of control of their oversexed bodies.

He turned to look at her. Her eyes were closed, panting, head resting on the back of the sofa. Her flushed skin glowed. She was beautiful in her aftersex glow.

He watched as she soon drifted off into postcoital bliss and realized that he had just met his sexual equal. Braxton had a ferocious sexual appetite, and so did little baby doll. Together they were fire fueling each other’s desires. He would give anything to see her on the cross with red slash marks across her back. He wondered how high her pain tolerance was. Would she push him to his limit like no one ever had?

Yeah, she would. Her sassy mouth and cheeky attitude would get her ass in a lot of trouble if he was to take her on as a sub, though he would never consider it, because his appetites ran toward the harder, more severe scenes. So, he kept that part hidden from everyone, just like his other little secret. Sighing, he pulled her toward him and got comfortable on the soft leather sofa. Wrapping his leg over her waist, she fell instantly asleep with her head low on his stomach. Her soft breath tickled the hairs on his stomach and pelvis. Soon he, too, fell asleep to the warm rhythm of her breaths.

* * * *

Goddamn he was tired. After shaking his ass for the last five hours, all Jordan wanted was a cold beer and a good night’s sleep. Working at the Rainbow Room was good money, but he wished his little IT company would take off. He really hated being groped and manhandled by every living creature that walked into the place.

Getting out of there tonight was not an easy feat.

After Charlotte ducked out, he was left fending off Apollo’s wrath and roaming hands.

Jordan so wanted to hit the pretty boy right smack dab in the kisser! But figuring the tips alone were enough to pay the rent, he resisted, but not by much.

Apollo was nothing more than a good-looking piece a shit, a lousy owner who relied heavily on the good graces of the town and those who worked for him to bring in clientele. Oh, Jordan brought in his fair share, but when the blond dipshit wanted a little play action, Jordan had had enough. So, grabbing his bag, he flipped Apollo off and walked out. He knew that come morning, Apollo would be calling to apologize, and of course he would forgive him, and then the whole aggravating process would start all over again.

The lights were out when he walked in and quietly shut the door. The crinkle of glass under his feet surprised him. Reaching for the lamp on the side table, his hand hit air.

What the fuck?

Reaching for the light switch, the room flooded with soft light as Jordan stood and surveyed the damage.

The room reeked of sweat and sex. Pictures lay broken on the floor. His beautiful Tiffany lamp that he saved for six months for lay shattered at his feet. Clothes were thrown everywhere. The living room was in total disarray, and he was going to kill her!

Treading lightly, he maneuvered around what he believed to be cum juices on the carpet and more broken glass, trying not to touch anything.

“Oh, Charlotte, your ass is mine when I get my hands on you.” He seethed, trying to evade the debris. Of course, he didn’t have to look far to wrap his fingers around her neck. The foot hanging off the end of the couch gave away her exact location.

Stepping over shoes and more clothes, he stopped dead in his tracks.

It’s him!

The last time Jordan saw his wonderful lover, his lover has his cock in his mouth. Now apparently Charlotte had taken his place, because there they were, sleeping peacefully. His lover’s hand was threaded through Charlotte’s short blond hair as her mouth unknowingly sucked the head of his lover’s glorious cock.

Jordan had thought often of that night and looked for him for weeks, hoping he would return to the club. He thought he would never see him again, and he certainly thought if he did, it wouldn’t be with Charlotte’s lips wrapped around his cock, sucking it instead of her thumb!

But looking at them lying there peacefully, he had to admit something to himself. Not only was his cock hard for the man lying on the couch, but also for the woman with her lips wrapped around that thick head. Jordan knew Charlotte was beautiful, but seeing her now bare and relaxed, she was something to behold.

Her lusciously ripe ass was just begging for a spanking. Those full, voluptuous mounds were a true handful. Oh yeah, baby girl had back! Her slender legs led to the tiniest feet with cute little black and pink skulls painted on her toenails. Her tiny waist was held captive by the sexiest tattoo of a poison ivy vine wrapping around her right thigh and over her hip. The snake that threaded through the ivy weaved its way up her leg, and its hissing tongue licked right at the top of the crack of her ass. So whoever was fucking those scrumptious globes got to see a serpent wanting a lick. Her bare back was milky white, and her hair was short. She may have been sexy as hell, but he was still going to wring her neck for breaking his favorite lamp. He didn’t care how fine her ass looked.

Baby girl had to pay!

Not wanting to wake them, Jordan grabbed the blanket off the chaise, covered them the best he could, and proceeded to clean up their mess, cursing every time he stepped in something gooey.

By the time he got the hose cleaned, it was almost three in the morning, and he was beat. The lovebirds were still sleeping peacefully, and even though his lover looked liked he hadn’t slept well in weeks, he, too, was sleeping peacefully. Jordan wondered what had distressed him, but quickly rejected the thought that it might have been him. There was no way his lover was thinking of him, not when he had Charlotte wrapped between his legs.

The hot water began filling the bathroom as he removed all his clothing.

Hot shower, here I come.

Relaxing as the warmth surrounded him, he leaned his head against the cold tiled wall. Closing his eyes, he allowed the heavy pelt of water to wash away his crappy day.

* * * *

Braxton woke when he heard the shower start. Stretching, he was instantly aroused as a little warm mouth sucked on the tip of his cock. Looking down, he smiled. Lips of an angel, mouth of a longshoreman, smoking hot body, and a pussy he would never get enough of.

Oh yeah, baby doll. Someday soon, I’m gonna have your ass on my cross, mine.

Easing out from under her, he covered her with the blanket and watched as she curled up into it like a little kitten. Braxton was hard again and need to pee something fierce.

The bathroom door was open, and the shower was on. Steam smoked up as he cleared his throat. “Mind if I use the toilet?”

“Help yourself. Just don’t flush it. The plumbing in this place is awful,” said a deep male voice. “By the way, I’m Jordan Whitmore, Charlotte’s roommate.”

“Braxton Connelly.”

“Looks like you and Charlie had a good time.” He chuckled. “That girl can be feisty at times. Hope she didn’t wear you out.”

Braxton laughed, closing the lid after he was finished. “That little firecracker is a handful.”

“I hear ya, but you don’t have to live with her.”

“So, are you and Charlotte together?” Braxton asked, cutting to the chase.

“No, just roommates, not that I wouldn’t mind something more, but it’s gonna take a lot more than me to control that girl. Besides, I’m not sure she would understand my needs, you know what I mean?”

“Not really.”

“Oh, I think you do,” he stated as the shower turned off and flung back the curtain. Braxton paled. “So, lover, you wanna tell her that you’ve fucked us both, or should I?”

There right before him, in all his rock-hard glory, stood the very problem Braxton couldn’t get his mind off. Water ran down his fine, sculpted body. Not a single hair defiled his lightly tanned body. Jordan’s seductive grin went straight to his cock. Hard and already leaking pre-cum, Braxton turned and looked down the hall toward the sleeping woman.

This isn’t happening, shit!

Memories of that night flooded his mind. Those full lips wrapped around his dick, the hard feel of his tongue as he trailed it down Jordan’s six-pack. His hand wrapped around Jordan’s shaft as he pumped him, until he came in long streaming spurts, and his ass, too, Jordan’s hot, tight ass, as he gloriously came into its hot depths. Braxton was in hell and there was nothing he could do about it.

When a warm hand grabbed his cock, Braxton returned from his stupor to find Jordan face-to-face with him, licking his lips.

“Want me to take care of this?” he asked, slowly pumping his cock.

All Braxton could do was moan. This man had plagued his memory for the last month, and now faced with the option of having him again, he didn’t know what to do. He felt like that seventeen-year-old kid again, sitting on his bed with his first boy.

“I’ll make it easy on you.” Jordan smiled and dropped to his knees, taking his cock into his hot mouth.

Oh, fuck
!

Glorious, wonderful, erotic memories assaulted Braxton as Jordan licked and sucked his cock into his hot mouth. Jordan was more aggressive than Charlotte, taking more and more. There was no teasing, only the urgency of the moment. There was no slurping, no teasing, no licking, just suction!

Grabbing Jordan’s hair, Braxton began fucking his mouth. Head falling back, Braxton allowed this moment of desire to engulf him as Jordan sucked his cock hard.

If it was possible, Jordan’s hot mouth got hotter. The constant hard suction and the wicked tongue had Braxton’s balls drawing up fast.

Growling, “Shit,” Braxton erupted in a fiery blaze down Jordan’s throat as he continued swallowing and sucking. Reaching for the doorjamb, he braced himself before his legs gave out. His heart was racing again, only this time the tension he had been feeling was gone. Everything was right with his body. He felt himself relaxing.

In one night a hellcat served his desires for the female flesh. Feisty and demanding, she fed the fuel within him, exploding in a fiery display over and over. Then when he thought his needs were sated, this blond sex pistol stoked the embers and obliterated his world, fulfilling the mysterious need within him.

Braxton was calm.

He was at peace.

His cock finally relaxed, softening. He now knew what his body needed, what his mind needed, and what his heart craved.

He wanted them both.

Finally spent, he watched as Jordan got to his feet, licked his lips, and smiled. Braxton knew he was in trouble. There was no way he was going to be able to continue this charade. He loved fucking the ladies, and he loved fucking Jordan. How was he going to combine the two worlds and still do his job and be an upstanding citizen of Treasure Cove?

For him to get his heart’s desires, he was going to have to come clean and tell people what he was. He knew that many in the town wouldn’t give a damn, but the few, those who remembered what his father was and meant to the town, those people would judge him.

Growing up, he went through life standing on the outside of happiness. So many times he wanted to just shout to the world, but his upbringing stopped him. Perception was everything when holding a public position, and his job was very public. Would the town care if their sheriff was bisexual? Would it matter if he could still fulfill his job? Only time would tell, because looking at the man before him, Braxton knew what he wanted, and it also included the sleeping hellcat in the living room. It had been a long, dark road for him, and finally he was seeing the light.

The town could go to hell! For once in his life he was doing something for himself.

He just needed to let them know.

Coming to grips with this new reality was too much for Braxton. Turning, he quickly grabbed his clothes and dressed. Walking over to the sleeping vixen on the couch, he kissed her forehead and then turned to Jordan, who looked confused.

“I need to go. I hope you understand,” Braxton offered as an excuse.

“You can’t hide who you are anymore than I can hide what I am. The sooner you realize that, the better,” Jordan said quietly.