After the tenth time of turning over in bed, I’m done. Fuck it. Sleep is not in the cards for me tonight.
Ans is curled on her side, her hair a mess of tangles on the pillow. She looks serene with a half-smile on her face. I place a whisper of a kiss on her forehead, careful not to wake her. With great technique, I’m able to maneuver out of bed without being caught. She would certainly shove a pill in my face if she discovered me up at this hour.
My apartment is cold, that’s not unusual though. It always feels cold to me, and not just the temperature. It’s not my home. It doesn’t feel like I belong here.
I press the button on the electronic thermostat and turn up the air just a little. Maybe if Ans gets too hot she will come out of some clothes. Mmmm. Great idea, Theo.
I smile with the pornographic thoughts that come to mind as I make my way to the kitchen in search of a cup of coffee. I know, I know. I should drink some of that sleepy tea or some shit Ans forces down Cade, but as much as Ans thinks she runs me, she doesn’t. That’s why I am going to take this cup of coffee and savor it outside. Where she can’t smell it. Or find me drinking it.
The Keurig spits out my coffee entirely too loud for what I paid for the stupid thing. One would think if you spent over a hundred dollars for something that brews one cup of coffee at a time that it could do so in complete damn silence.
I grab my cup and silently turn off the alarm to the balcony doors—the Keurig could learn something here—and literally sprint outside before any smell can be detected by Ans’ killer sense of smell.
The air is crisp, not as humid as it usually is. The night silent with only the faint sounds of sparse traffic traveling by and the garden fountain below me bubbling, the running water not enough to lull me back to a sleepy state. I miss the plantation. Shit. I miss Georgia, period.
I sip slowly, reclining in a deck chair, allowing the scalding coffee to return my brain back to a pre-zombie state. I hate it black. I would rather pile spoonful after spoonful of sugar and cream into it but no, it’s not good for me. No sugar they tell me, no carbs. I’m so fucking sick of being told what I can eat I could scream. At least Ans lets me cheat. I mean, she will run the hell out of me afterward but it sure tastes good going down. Not so great coming up.
Speaking of tasting… Cade has really been cramping my Ans’ time. It’s like we have this newborn or something that we have to care for.
“He needs to rest.”
“He needs to eat.”
“He needs some time with me.”
“He needs me.”
What he needs is a swift kick in the ass, down the road to a local shelter that deals with this shit. Not in my house and not with my damn girl.
Hate brews in my gut as I glare out at the city I loathe. I hate this apartment. I hate this job. I hate this town. I hate my diet. I hate everything!
Okay, so not really, but let me have this pity party. I’m tired. Ans is leaving this afternoon and I’m on the roster to start. I don’t know why she can’t stay for the game. Her bullshit excuse that Cade’s had too much is stupid. He doesn’t need to be back to his routine. He’s not a fucking baby.
Gah! It’s so frustrating. I just want her back. I want her all to myself. Fuck Cade. Thanks for serving our country and fighting for my freedom. Let me make a donation in your honor that will get you some help and out of my damn house.
Angry and pissed at the current situation, I tug at my hair almost violently. I shouldn’t be up. I should be asleep, not thinking about this shit. But as karma would have me, bent over and taking it up the ass, here I am once again. Fucked.
My aggravation is overwhelming as I chug the last few sips, the caffeine coursing through me. Out of the chair, I lunge for the railing and start to pace, feeling like a caged animal.
It’s a long fall, more than enough to put me on the disabled list. I’m joking. Geeze. Leaning over, allowing the blood to surge to my temples, I let gravity take over as I stare out at open air below me. It hurts, the blood pounding against my temples, but the pain dulls the sensitive feelings churning inside me and that’s what I need at the moment. An escape from reality.
The rollers on the door screech as they move. I keep still like a ninja while still hanging over the balcony rail. Maybe whoever it is will realize I am having a meltdown and let me self-destruct alone. Spare me some dignity.
“Theo?”
Ah, the voice that haunts my every thought. The whole reason I’m out here.
“Can’t sleep?”
I hear the soft pads of her feet cross the patio before she circles my waist, slipping her small hands under my t-shirt. The featherlike feel of her fingertips as she grazes the trail of muscle down my stomach sends tingles up my spine. Why? Why does one woman have so much control over me? Why can’t I fuck other girls and be happy? Why must I endure this bullshit with Cade?
Because when she breathes along the back of my neck, my dick hard, pressing against my stomach painfully, my body alive with excitement, I know all too well this feeling. This chemical feeling is none other than good old-fashioned love.
I love Anniston McCallister and there is nothing I can do about it.
When I don’t answer her earlier question, she pulls me closer, rougher. One more feather kiss to the neck is my undoing.
I push off the railing, spinning around, the pounding in my head amplifying with the abrupt movement, and clutch the back of her neck, pulling her into me, slowly teasing her mouth open with subtle pecks. Her body heeds to mine, allowing me the control she knows I desperately need. Effortlessly, my tongue pushes through, brushing the roof of her mouth. Seeking. Anniston moans appreciation, licking and nipping at me, begging for more.
“What do you need, Theo?” she breathes against my open mouth, her question sparking the territorial need to claim her.
I don’t answer right away. Instead, I jerk her against me, hitching her up around my waist and walk us until her back is flush against the patio doors. No longer able to control myself, I shove my hips in a harsh thrust against her dampening center, finally answering her question.
“I want everyone to see me fuck you.”
She pulls the short hairs at the back of my head, forcing me to turn my head so we are eye to eye as I continue to grind my painful erection against her lower body.
“I want them to see me fuck what’s mine.” I growl a little on the last part and her eyes blaze with the need that plagues us both. We get off on this kind of kink. We thirst for it, and no matter how many times we do it, it’s never enough. Not for me and definitely not for her.
I grind once more, eliciting a whimper before easing her to the ground. She needs no instruction on how this goes.
She rips at my tee but I take charge, pulling it over my head before she tears it. My shorts hit the cement next before she cups my balls, drawing pleasure from me, one pull after another. Shit. I am so fucked for this girl.
Disentangling from her voodoo, I pull away, not ready to come yet. This is my show, not hers. My t-shirt she currently wears is yanked over her arms quickly. Her perky tits spring free as I toss it behind my head. I don’t give a shit where it lands because her perfectly round globes glisten in the moonlight, calling to me for attention. My tongue darts out, moistening my lips, readying them for the onslaught.
Slowly, I lower, taking one pert, pink nipple between my teeth, Anniston gasps, arching back, inviting me to take more. I caress the neglected breast, rolling it over and over in my hand, until the nipple pebbles between my fingers.
“So damn perfect,” I croon in between sucks and soft bites. Her answering scratch across my shoulder tells me all I need to know. Keep. Fucking. Going.
I ease my assault to her breasts, trailing my fingers lower to cup her bare pussy.
Her body jerks in surprise when I add pressure, allowing one finger to slip past her lips, intruding inside, finding the wet heat that awaits me.
“Always so tight,” I mutter, sinking all the way to my knees. My ass is full-on beaming at the moon and any unsuspecting early risers, but I don’t care. The thrill of being watched, of someone jacking off to me fucking Ans makes me hard as fuck. Call me crazy but don’t knock it until you try it. After all, it’s how the porn industry earns their money. People are curious. They like to watch.
Readjusting the spear between my legs, I run my hands up along Anniston’s chilled calves and over her knees, kneading as I go. With my thumbs, I give her thighs a gentle nudge to open wide enough for my face to align. With a deep, lingering breath, I inhale her arousal, a musky, womanly scent with a mix of something I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s decadent. It’s a special dessert. And it’s all fucking mine.
“Theo…” she whines, anxious for my mouth to be where she wants it.
It makes me chuckle. I kind of like having her by the balls for once. “Patience, love,” I chastise.
She jerks a fistful of my hair, planting my face directly at her slit. “Patience is overrated. Eat.” Her voice teeters on the edge of sanity. It’s becoming hard for her to maintain this submission. She wants to take control, to hurry me along.
To de-escalate the situation, I bring my tongue out to play. Firm strokes and soft swipes have her knees buckling almost immediately. Pinning her to the glass to keep her upright, I clasp her hips with both hands. Nothing ruins the moment like a concussion.
Anniston’s moans fill the silence as she starts to come apart with each hard thrust of my tongue. Her knees tremble, making it hard for me to keep hold.
“I’m going to come,” she gasps, taking in short, choppy breaths.
I stop, not wanting her to come just yet, and lace my arms behind her knees. She whines her protest as I stand and crowd her against the door, forcing her to taste herself on my tongue. She pushes back, aggressively claiming my mouth, controlling the kiss.
I lift her leg with one hand, and with my free hand, take hold of my extremely patient dick and line it up with her soaked entrance. The tip pushes at her threshold, testing my restraint.
“Hang on,” is all the warning I give before plunging into her hot, creamy vice.
She muffles her scream against my shoulder, biting down to ease the pressure. When the clenching eases, I pull out in a long, torturous stroke. Her impatience ignites as she meets me on my way back in, then thrust for thrust, picking up the tempo.
The light flicks on in the kitchen, distracting me from ripping Anniston from the inside out. Cade shuffles in looking exhausted.
Anniston grinds against me, annoyed that I’ve slowed down again.
Cade’s eyes track to the patio and narrow at seeing Anniston’s naked body smearing streaks of sweat up and down the glass. I’m not sure if he can even see me but I give him a fuck-you smile anyway, just in case.
Harder, I offer Anniston the powerful thrust she desires and revel in the raspy scream she lets out into the night air.
Cade’s eyes never leave her body. The sick fuck inside me loves torturing him. I’m like a greedy toddler parading my toys around, not sharing a one.
Anniston moans my name and my attention goes back to her, the game I’m playing with Cade making me want to give it all I’ve got.
“Hold on to me,” I tell her, looping her arms around my neck. Her legs tighten around my waist instinctively. This isn’t our first rodeo.
Spreading my legs a little farther to get maximum power, I ram into her over and over. Pounding her delicate body against the glass so hard that it rattles. Not enough.
I brace my hand on the doorframe, above her shoulder, the other clutches her waist, and fucking pound her senseless.
With a quick look to see if we still have an audience, I notice that Thad, too, has also woken and is now perched on the sofa, scotch in hand.
Cade, well he’s still trying (and failing) to tear his eyes away.
My brother, however, the kinky fucker, holds my eyes and watches me fuck the living shit out of Ans.
“I’m gonna come,” she screams, completely oblivious of our audience.
With every ounce of asshole I am, I meet Cade’s eyes through the glass, lowering each of my fingers until only the middle one remains standing. And then I thrust so hard into Anniston that the rollers jump track. Anniston doesn’t even notice her body is bouncing on mine, chasing her orgasm. I watch the two men who want what’s wrapped around me.
I let them observe.
I let them behold me take everything from her.
First, I take a scream.
Then a moan.
And right before I take her orgasm, she stops me, grabbing my face, forcing me to look at her. “Watch me,” she demands with a firm grip on my cheek. “Be with me, Theo.”
I lock with those baby blues that hold my heart captive. I watch her fall apart in my arms as a cry tears from her throat. The love I have for this girl is so overwhelming that I can’t keep up the eye contact. I turn my head, leveling my cheek against her shoulder as the tingling starts in my balls.
“Look at me,” she snaps.
I drag my head up, fighting the urge to look away, my orgasm seconds from hitting.
“Look. At. Me.” Her hands cradle my face sweetly, totally opposite of her behavior a second ago, and she croons in a syrupy coo, “Let go, baby.” Her switch to sugar-sweet sends both of us to the ground as my orgasm rips through me spilling into her. I grunt out a tortured moan and she swallows it up with a slow, honeyed kiss.
We sit on the cold concrete, chests heaving, circled in each other’s arms. When we start to shiver, Ans pulls back.
“Come on,” she says, pulling me into a standing position.
“Cade and Thad are in the kitchen,” I admit.
She sighs, wordlessly scolding me. Reaching for her shirt, she adds, “You’re an asshole.”
I nod. I am an asshole.
“I’m going to run the fuck out of you today. See if you sneak out here for some coffee again.”
I gulp and nod my acceptance of her punishment, taking note that she only is punishing me for the coffee and not the voyeurism.
I let her fiddle with the door as I throw on my shorts. When we manage to pry it open together, she speaks to the men that I imagine are trying not to replay what they just witnessed over and over. “I hope you all enjoyed the show. Since we’re up, I say a family run will help clear our heads.”
Thad and Cade give her a terse nod.
And what do I do?
I wink.
Checkmate assholes.