Between a Rock and a Hard Place (43 page)

Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes rolled into her head every few tenths of a second while small puffs of breath escaped her lungs.  A few more heavy thrusts and fluid covered his crotch.  He couldn’t be sure if it was his or hers, or a mixture of both, but his entire body shook and his heart beat almost out of control.  He collapsed on top of her and stayed there for several seconds, before he rolled onto his back and brought her onto his shoulder.

She pressed her face into his neck and draped her leg over him as she snuggled close to his body.

He smoothed her hair down with his hand and kissed her.  “I love you so much, Jessi.  I’m sorry if I made you feel neglected.  I meant what I said, you take priority over everything: the band, music, the tour, my own personal shit.  You come first for now on.”

He cradled her in his arms, and she rested her head on his shoulder, as they lay on the furry rug on the floor of her closet. It was enormous. She could probably fill half of her store with the clothes she had stuffed in here.  They were surrounded by racks of clothes, shelves full of shoes and boots, cubbies stuffed with belts and accessories.  His gaze moved back to the compartment with the belts.  There was something behind the black leather belts that looked like a dick. He squinted.  “What is that?”

She snuggled closer to him and made sleepy noises.  “What are you looking at?”

He pointed to the mysterious phallic-shaped object.  “Right there.  In that bin.  Is that a dildo?”  A wicked smile crossed his face.  “Is that how you entertained yourself while I was in Asia?”

Her eyes flipped open, and she picked her head up. She knew exactly which bin he was referring to, and turned toward it right away. She cupped her hand over her mouth and giggled before she buried her face into his chest.  “That was a welcome home present for you, but I forgot to give it to you.”

Tommy laughed. She was nutty sometimes. “You bought me a dildo?”

He watched her naked ass crawl toward the bin.  It was like two perfect little round melons, and he just wanted to bite it. And he did. He snuck up behind her and took a chunk of her delicious ass between his teeth.  She swatted him away and rolled on the floor with laughter.  “Stop it! I want to show you your present.” She braced her hands on one of the bottom cubbies and stood up.  She retrieved his new toy from the back of the bin with the black belts.  It was a strap-on.  She fastened it around her hips, positioned it so the cock was directly over her crotch, and turned to him with her hands on her hips.

His dick jumped to attention.  The real one, not the fake one Jessi bought for him. Why hadn’t he ever thought of this before? He sprung up from the floor and grabbed the rubber cock in one hand, his other hand found its way between her legs and he took her nipple in his mouth.  It was the perfect combination of male and female. It ignited all of his senses, and he was ready for another romp on the floor of her closet. He did a quick scan of the bins. “Do you have any lube in here?

“No.”  She held the cock in her hand.  “I’m going to shove it in dry.”  She took his arm and tried to spin him around.

He pulled out of her grasp. She always got a slightly dangerous look about her whenever they took a foray into rough sex and it made him nervous. He hoped she was joking.

She smiled at him.  “I have some in my nightstand.”

Thank God.

She returned to the closet with the small bottle of lubricant, her fake dick bouncing along the way. He couldn’t help but laugh.

She laughed with him.  “This is heavy. How do you walk around with this stuffed in your jeans.”

He didn’t want to point out that he was half the size of the monster that hung between her legs.

She stroked it in her hand and smiled. “I could get used to this.”

He was only half listening.  He was focused on her hand on her makeshift cock. She didn’t seem aware that she was stroking it while she rambled on.

Jessi held her cock at the base and jutted her hips forward.  “Are you ready for this, baby?  Because I’m ready to give it to you.”

“I’m ready.”  No he wasn’t. Not really.  He was looking forward to it, but she didn’t exactly look like she was going to be gentle with that thing.

She put her arms around his neck, and her cock hit him in the groin. He pressed his hips forward and the two cocks bounced into each other. She took them both in her hands and stroked them together. It was hard to remember that her cock was fake. It was smooth and lifelike.  He wanted to bend down and suck it, but she went to her knees first.

His erection was big and she gagged on it.  He placed his hand on top of her head.  “Easy.  I don’t want to come until you’re inside me.”  It sounded so bizarre and unbelievable. Exciting.

He went down on all fours and presented himself to her.  She spread his cheeks and her mouth took over, licking his bottom until it was wet and slippery.  She toyed with him by pressing the head of her cock into the tight ring of his butt.  It was too tight but she kept pushing without preparing his bottom first. He couldn’t accept something that size without manipulation. He looked over his shoulder.  She didn’t return his gaze.  She was mesmerized by the cock she held in her hand, as she kept prodding it into his bottom.

He smiled at her.  “You like wearing that thing, don’t you?”

She looked up with seductive half-closed eyes.  “There’s something in this thing that’s stimulating my clit.  I’m going to come before I even get it inside you.

She was going to enjoy this as much as he was.

She used her generously lubed fingers to spread him open.  She shoved one finger in, all the way up to the knuckle.  He wasn’t expecting it and lurched forward on his hands.

She pulled him back by his hips and he regained his position.

She touched him with the tip of her cock and it slid inside far enough to hit that bunch of nerve endings that set his body into a static frenzy.  Every time she pushed her hips forward, her cock rubbed back and forth over the knot inside his bottom.  He clutched the flokati rug in his fists, in order to brace himself.  He felt his body stretching to accommodate the enormous dildo.  Jessi held him by the waist so he couldn’t escape.  She was forceful and strong, pumping him from behind, determined to put the entire cock inside of him.

It sounded weird to use the term “her cock”, but there she was, with a twelve inch fat juicy cock strapped to her crotch.  Jessi had a cock and because it was attached to her body, it was the most beautiful cock he ever saw.  Well, maybe Angel’s was the most beautiful, but Jessi’s fake cock was a close second, and it was delivering sensations with the force of a sledgehammer.  His whole bottom tingled and his legs trembled.

Jessi reached around his body and grabbed his cock.  She stroked it with the same momentum.  It was dry and she was rough.  It was gritty and intense.  Within seconds, everything collided and his orgasm raced through his lower half, knocking him off balance.  His arms and legs gave out and he fell to the floor.  Jessi crashed down on top of him.  Her cock hitched upwards inside him and he grunted.

“Are you OK?”  Jessi was out of breath and lay on top of him without any effort to roll off him or disengage their bodies.

He wasn’t sure if he was OK or not.  His bottom felt like it was split in half.  His throat was scratchy and his cock was raw from the way Jessi stroked it without lubrication.

She attempted to sit back on her knees, taking her fake cock with her.  It scratched at his insides like sandpaper.

“Slow” was the only word he could utter.

She braced her hand on his butt cheek and backed out of him an inch at a time. He lay in a heap, helpless and exhausted, his body a play thing for Jessi’s enjoyment. The hairs from the rug tickled his nose and made his throat itchy.  He had no strength to get up. He couldn’t see.  Everything was as hazy blur. Then he realized that his hair was masking his eyes. The strap-on landed on the rug next to Tommy’s head, directly in front of his field of vision.  He stared at the head that was just halfway inside his body, then pushed it out of the way with a weary arm. He was still face down on the floor, arm and legs haphazardly strewn about his body. Jessi lay down next to him and cleared some of the hair from in front of his eyes.

She leaned within an inch of his face.  “Did I hurt you?”

He was still trying to catch his breath. “You’re too close. I can’t see.”

She shimmied about six inches away from him, but kept an intent watch, holding his hair back off his face.  “Tommy, are you all right?” She sounded scared.

He just smiled. His body was weak and dehydrated. The air wasn’t potent enough to feed his lungs, and his entire body trembled from fatigue. He was more than alright. He was floating on a cloud of ecstasy, coming down from a high that he didn’t want to let go of.

When she saw his smile, she relaxed and grazed his cheek with a kiss. “Stay here. I’ll get some water.”

He couldn’t leave if he tried.

He waited on the floor of the closet, breathing in the lint from the rug. His ass felt like he’d been fisted for hours. He was so stretched out right now that Jessi would have no problem getting her whole hand inside him.  As tempting as it was, he wasn’t up for it.

Jessi returned with the two bottles of water and knelt down beside him. “Drink some water, you’ll feel better.” It took all his strength to roll over onto his back. Jessi helped him to a sitting position so he could drink without choking. The water was cool and he gulped it down, but he still wasn’t ready to get to his feet. He fell back on his elbows and let his head hang back between his shoulder blades.

Jessi lay next to him and tried to smooth his tangled hair. “You’re a mess,” she said with a laugh.

He pressed the cold water bottle against her naked thigh.

She flinched and laughed.  “That’s cold!”

Tired from the weight of his body, his elbows gave out and he collapsed, pulling her down with him.  She snuggled into the crook of his shoulder and they quietly stared at the ceiling.  “This was nice,” Tommy said.  “Just the two of us.  I’m lucky to have you, Jessi.  I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you and I’m sorry if I don’t show it as much as I’d like to.  Sometimes when people have been together as long as we have, they fall into a routine and forget to let the other person know how appreciated they are.”  He placed his lips on her forehead and she looked up at him.

She rested her chin on his chest and waited to hear what else he had to say.

“I’ve never taken your love for granted, hon, and I love you more with each day that passes.  I’d marry you all over again, every single day, if I could.  You’re an extension of my soul.  You’ll always have my heart.”  He paused as he searched for the words to convey her importance and her place in his life.  “Just because Angel is part of our lives now, it doesn’t mean I need or love you any less.  I never planned on bringing someone into our marriage.  You saw the way it just happened.  Honestly, I don’t know why you ever agreed to bring men into our bedroom in the first place.  I don’t know if I could do that.”

She sat up to face him and crossed her legs underneath her.  “When I realized that you were attracted to men, I had a choice.  I could have either left you and went on with my life, or I could have loved you for who you are.  I don’t regret anything.  I enjoyed those one-night stands.  It was my idea, remember? I loved it.  If it didn’t work for me, I wouldn’t have married you.” She took his hand and caressed it.  “I wouldn’t change anything.  Well, maybe I would have handled my fight with Angel a little better.  I think we both could have, but love makes you act irrationally sometimes.  I don’t regret bringing him into our lives.  Even when I was mad at him, I still wasn’t sorry he was part of our life.  I love him, just as much as you do.”

“You’re amazing.”  He quietly reflected on how their threesome came to be.  “Tell me something, truthfully.  Why did you agree to bring Angel into our marriage?  We had only agreed on one-night stands.  You could have told me that a serious relationship was off limits and to forget about Angel.  And don’t tell me it’s because you wanted me to be happy.  I know there’s more to it than that.”

She picked at the strands of the throw rug, and she was quiet for several seconds.  “I know some people think I’m sharing you with Angel because otherwise you would leave me.”

“I would never – ”

“I know you’d never leave me, Tommy.  Not for someone else.  I don’t care what those people think.  Let them think what they want.  Like you said, I could have told you to forget about Angel.  I could have told Angel to back off.  I didn’t.  I gave you both the go ahead because I couldn’t be happy if you were pining away for Angel.  If you put your romance aside, that craving for something you can’t have would have only escalated.  I’m not going to play runner up.  I’m not going to be second place.”

“You’ll never be second place.  We’ve been together since we were in college.  You’ll always be my first love.”

Her warm smile made his heart beat faster.

“And for the record, I don’t look at it like I’m sharing you with Angel.  We share a life with Angel.  He’s part of our family.”  She picked up the discarded strap on and laughed.  “I could have used this against him, though, when we were fighting.  He would have been so mad that I fucked you with it! I’m sorry he missed it just now.”

Tommy hoped she wasn’t entertaining the idea of a repeat performance, because he didn’t know how he was going to walk again, much less have anal sex again.