Chapter 11

Fox

The text from Talia came at around five in the afternoon. I was seated at the piano, stirring through an emotional ballad. Outside, a light rain had begun to patter through the trees, quelling the humidity. I’d spent the past several days alone, locked in my own head and thinking about the conversation between Talia and me. Our focus on being “just friends” was shady, at best, leaving room for me to help Lily-Rose with piano, and almost nothing else. We both knew just hanging out would necessarily lead to fucking; the electricity between us was too enticing to resist.

But I couldn’t fall in love with her. I knew I was on the brink of it. And I had to yank myself back, admit myself to the darkness of living alone. For good.

It was all I could fucking handle.

I need to talk to you about Lily-Rose’s performance piece, the text read. Could you swing by, if you’re out and about?

I stared at the message for a long time before responding with a simple lie: I’m already just down the road at the hardware store. I can drop by in fifteen minutes.

Perfect. It won’t take long, she responded, almost right away.

The drive to Talia’s was a blur. My fingers gripped the steering wheel and my mind raced. I felt I was running toward Talia with a kind of romantic abandon. And I had to stop the insanity in its tracks.

Back when I’d first moved to Los Angeles, forgetting Talia had been a struggle. I’d locked myself away for a few months, with just my guitar and my piano, pounding out new songs and taking long lines of coke. I was trying to tear through the bubble of teenage romance which I’d naively thought I’d be able to strip off immediately.

But after a few months, my first LA band had taken off, thrusting me forward into a world of sex, and of even more drugs. I found that several of the women I fucked throughout those first years were “bad girls,” the kind that did the most down and dirty things without hesitation. And god, it had been a blast. One girl had wrapped her entire mouth around my balls, sucking at them with her eyes wide open. Another had begged me for anal sex, stretching her ass cheeks to either side and telling me to fuck her hard and fast.

The pleasure had been otherworldly. I’d forgotten my own fucking name.

Something about their lack of innocence had ensured that I wouldn’t fall in love with them. I hadn’t been the complete, dominant one, as I’d been with Talia. Talia’s innocence was a complete turn-on for me. It made me want to protect her. To hold onto her. To love her…

Talia swung open the screen door the moment she spotted me. Her cheeks were flushed, her dark eyes focused. I strutted toward her, feeling that familiar dominance fold over me. Standing before her, my fingers flickered, wanted to rip open her white dress.

“Where’s Lily-Rose?” I asked her.

“Just come in,” Talia said, gesturing.

I followed her inside, watching as she closed the door. After a flash, she threw herself into my arms, dropping her cheek against my chest. A tear swept down her cheek. I forced myself not to flick it away. Not to do a single, tender gesture.

I felt power rise up within me. Gripping her shoulders, I pushed her from me, still clinging to her. My cock thrust up against my pant leg, and immediately, her eyes were drawn to it. Without words, her hand wrapped around the girth of it through my jeans. Her lips parted, showing her delicious tongue. Beneath her white dress, her nipples were clearly hard and small.

“Are you going to be a good girl, or a bad girl, for me?” I asked her, my voice gruff.

“What do you want me to be?” she asked, falling into the game.

“I want you to be bad, Talia. I want you to forget everything you know about yourself. And I want you to go fucking wild.”

I ignored my urge to shove her against the wall and thrust her dress from her shoulders. Instead, I watched as she grew in her own dominance. It was fascinating to see it grow in her, like a lightbulb turning on in the darkness.

Reaching forward, she ripped at my pants, drawing them to my knees. My cock burst forward, a small drip of cum glistening in the light. Her eyes were initially tentative, sizing it up. But with a sudden surge of immediacy, she dropped to her knees and drew her lips around it. They were so wet, swirling around the tip of my cock. I dropped my head back, closing my eyes. Slowly, wonderfully, Talia wrapped her tongue around my cock, folding it over the veins. She strained as she pushed forward so that my cock was deep inside the front of her throat. It was tight, wet, perfect, forcing my mind into overdrive. I wanted to ram it forcefully against her. I wanted to take control.

But no. I knew if I did that, I would give myself over to love. I would let her do what she wanted, what she craved. It couldn’t be me.

Suddenly, Talia’s fingers pressed against my stomach, knocking me toward the couch. Wearing a coy expression, she walked toward me as I sat on the couch, my legs spread wide. In a flash, she flung her white dress over her head and then eased onto my lap, so that her pussy was just a few inches from my brimming, rock-hard cock. I wanted to twitch forward, to push my cock inside of her perfect, pink pussy lips. But she shook her head, almost imperceptibly, as if she knew she was the one in charge of the game.

“Put your lips around my nipples,” she said, sounding wild, so unlike Talia. “And lick them.”

I did as I was told, loving the feeling of this forceful woman. As I pressed my tongue against her hard, perky nipple, Talia slowly brought her pussy over my cock. She moaned as she did it, whispering into my ear.

“I love how fucking rock hard your cock is,” she said. “God, it makes me want to cum right now. God, I can’t fucking take it.” She wrapped her hands around my head, holding onto me as she began to hump me. Her perfect ass pumped up and down against my thighs. “Grab onto my ass, baby. Spank me. Hit me, baby.”

I did as I was told, knowing it was her world, not mine. God, I had no fucking clue that Talia wanted something like this. That she craved this kind of passion. My fingers inched closer to her asshole, drawing a circle around it, that tender bit of skin. Her face grew wild, her eyes wide. She began to hump me faster, wilder. She pounded me harder and harder against the couch, as my fingers continued to flirt with her asshole.

Suddenly, she tore up from the couch and gripped my hand. Her cheeks were bright red, and sweat shone on her forehead. She gave me a crooked smile. “Come fuck me upstairs,” she insisted, yanking me toward the steps.

“I like this side of you,” I said, reaching forward and gripping her ass, sliding my hand up toward the curve of her breast. “This sassy side.”

Talia reached up and placed her finger on my mouth, shaking her head. “Not another word from you,” she said, almost giggling to herself. “You’re not in charge here, remember?”

“Am I your toy?” I asked her, my heart pumping wildly. “Just someone you want to throw around?”

“Something like that,” she said.

Upstairs, Talia thrust me onto the edge of the bed. After a long moment – it seemed she was trying to figure out what to do next – she spun around, so that her ass was toward me. Placing her legs on either side of mine, she brought her pussy over my cock from above, cowgirl style. I wrapped my hands around the flat of her tummy, trying to balance her. She began to fuck me from above, staring into the mirror on the other side of the room. Her tits bounced, flashing with light, and she closed her eyes, her mouth open.

“Oh my god, you’re so deep in me,” she whispered. “Grab my tits, baby. Squeeze my nipples.”

I did as I was told, squeezing the small brown balls firmly between my fingers. As I squeezed, she began to bounce harder, faster, crying out with pleasure. I sensed she was about to cum, I dropped one hand to her clit, pressing hard against it as she rode my cock. This forced her eyes to pop open, just in time for her to cum wildly, like an explosion. Instead of letting her hop off, though, I held her there, forcing her to ride the wave of her orgasm, every inch of it.

She gasped, her eyes catching mine in the mirror. She was lost in them, swimming with pleasure. Finally, she fell back onto the comforter, gasping. I turned into her, kissing her nipples, the softness of her breasts, her stomach. I couldn’t stop myself from inhaling every inch of her. And all the while, she shuddered, still falling from orgasm.