Passion (9 page)

Josh

I can almost read her
thoughts; they’re probably not much different from mine. The game was on in
full force now, before I only thought I knew what she would taste like. Now I
know, I knew her taste, her smell, her feel, there’s no fucking way I’m ever
giving her up.

“Don’t pull away from me babe, not now, I know what you’re
thinking, I can see it in your face, but you’re wrong, you’re so wrong.”I
nuzzled her, her softness calling to me again.

“I can’t trust you, can’t trust this.” Those might be the most
honest words she’d ever said to me,  but in that soft voice, so different from
who she tried to be, it was heart wrenching.

“I
know that too, just give it time, it’ll all work out I promise you, just give
us time.” I kissed her hair as I held her tighter.

Of course I understood her
fear, from everything I’d gathered through my investigation into her past
before coming to Sea Crest, not to mention my reading of her private thoughts
while she slept in her bed unaware of my presence, I knew all about her
abandonment issues and her distrust of everyone. Her mother was a piece of
work, I’d like to smack the bitch in her face, but that’s for another time.

It’s going to take time to get her to a place where she’s
comfortable enough, where she could start to believe in me, in us.

“Get in the tub babe, you’ll feel better.” It hadn’t escaped my
notice that she was walking a bit gingerly. I know she had to be raw, I’d not
been easy on her during the night, in fact I was having a hard time not
attacking her sweet ass right now.

I
only held off because I didn’t want to cause her that kind of pain, not to
mention the fact that my dick was also a little sore.

I washed her as she sighed
and relaxed against the bath pillow, she must be really out of it if she was
letting me wash her like this.

I took my time and cleaned her before joining her in the tub,
leaning her forward I climbed in behind her and drew her back against me.

Damn my dick had no manners he was poking her in the back but she
didn’t say or do anything, I wiggled a little so she could feel me, she fucking
giggled. Damn, progress, the hard ass would be back at some point I’m sure, but
for now she was just a girl.

I cupped her breasts in my soapy hands as I nibbled her neck, she
was so short I had to bend, damn; with that mouth of hers it was easy to forget
she was such a tiny thing.

“How’re you feeling?” I reached my hand down to her pussy; she
raised her leg, bent at the knee as I fondled her.

I would like to say I was a true gentleman and left her alone, but
I wasn’t. 

I positioned her over my staff and eased her down gently, working
my length into her slowly. Pulling her back against my chest so I could play
with her nipples.

It was soft, slow, and sweet, nothing like I’d ever been before
with anyone. I rocked us to a shattering climax while sucking on her tongue.

We were gathered around the
breakfast table with my family, mom was going on and on about the preparations
for her party later that night, Vanessa was gushing about some new dress she’d
bought and I remembered that I had Carissa’s dress upstairs. I smirked when I
recalled that that was how this whole thing started, how she ended up in my bed
under me.

After breakfast I took her upstairs and showed it to her, I think
she was pleasantly surprised, not only at my taste, but at how much money I’d
spent on her, again another first.

We
spent the day outside by the pool hanging around with Matt and his bitch who
for some reason was still giving my girl looks, I ignored her ass less I
drowned her.

I spent some time reflecting
on myself, on the monumental change that had taken place since she’d walked
into my life.

I’ve always been an intense little fuck, from an early age I’d
been more interested in things beyond my years, while other kids were playing
with Legos and shit, I was reading encyclopedias, a brainy little fucker. I
could’ve easily been a nerd or a geek or any of the other insulting bullshit
society chose to label anyone with half a brain cell, but my looks and wealth
spared me that indignity.

I was well aware that my thought process was light years ahead of
my peers that was a good thing as far as I was concerned. My mom always said I
was an old soul in a young body, whatever.

All I know is that I had no time for games, if I saw something I
wanted; I went after it, with the understanding of what I wanted it for, or
rather what it meant to me. Whereas before, those debutants as my lamb called
them didn’t mean much more than an amusing past time, this thing with her was
real, I knew it the moment she mouthed off at me that first day.

I just didn’t know how real until now.

It was time to go down, I’d
just taken her one last time as she’d come out of the shower. What? She was all
wet and sweet smelling, her hair wrapped in a towel, face clean and fresh
looking, I couldn’t help myself, and even if I could my dick couldn’t.

“See, you’re gonna make us late, your mom said be downstairs at
seven, it’s almost seven thirty.”

I smiled at her huffy attitude as she pulled on blue silk thongs
with a rosebud on the front. She was really trying to get nailed again.

“You better hurry and cover that shit up before I bend you over
again.”

She squealed and ran around to the other side of the bed as I grabbed
for her.

“Stop it you fiend, maniac. My coochie’s sore, stay away.”

“Does it hurt?” Okay maybe that last one was too much, but damn,
she made me crazy, I couldn’t look at her without wanting to fuck her. Before I
knew what she felt like it was almost easy to ignore, but now, having been
inside her it was going to be hell to be around her and not have her.

My fucking control was decimated, fuck me, the lamb was leading
the lion around by the dick. If this wasn’t about me I would find that shit
hilarious.

“No not really just a little twinge.” She shrugged it off.

“Let me see.” She tried to evade me but I out maneuvered her and
laid her back against the bed so I could see for myself. Pushing her panties to
the side I studied her cute little hairless snatch. It was a little red and
puffy but not too bad. Reaching into the night table I got some ointment and
rubbed it in.

Kissing her outer labia when I was through, I patted her underwear
back in place and stood.

“That
should help baby lamb.” She was watching me like she’d never seen me before.
Good I liked to keep her guessing.

The dress I’d got her was
classic elegance instead of the little black dress this one was royal blue,
sleeveless, to the tops of her knees. It was made out of some sort of clingy material
with a lace overlay, straight from the house of Dior. A little mature maybe but
Carissa always dressed a little behind her years.

I added grandmothers pearl necklace and earrings, teardrop pearls
hanging from diamond bows.

She wasn’t wearing any face paint, just a little gloss on her
lips, her hair was down, and flowing the way I like, and those heels in the
same color as her dress were trying hard to catch her up to my height. She
barely reached my chin anyway.

Downstairs the party was just
beginning with people still arriving, I let my girl go over to Vanessa and the
friends she’d invited from school while I snagged a beer from Matthew.

“We hanging for this thing or we going to the club room to shoot
some pool?”Matt was ready to get his game on it seemed.

“Pool, let’s just make mom happy and hang around for an hour at
least, by that time her friends should be here and she won’t miss us.”

“Yeah but dad’s gonna be pissed if we leave him stranded with the
geriatric brigade.”

“That’s on him; he should stay with his wife that’s his
responsibility.” I snickered. Dad hated parties, mom loves them, she loves
throwing them, going to them, planning them, anything to do with parties. Every
time she had one of these get togethers, us guys would sneak off somewhere and
do our own thing, dad has a habit of joining us, last time mom laid down the
law. Me and Matt escaped unscathed but dad didn’t fare so well.

He’d
tried to pull us down with him but we’d played the young teenager card, mom
bought it and that was that.

I kept my eyes on my girl as
she talked and laughed with Vanessa and her friends, she was easily the most
gorgeous one of the bunch, I tensed a little when Patricia approached the
group, Patti wasn’t known to hang with any of the younger girls. I got even
more suspicious when whatever she said caused Carrie to turn and look my way
with a wary look on her face.

I was at her side in three seconds, leading her away.

“What’s wrong, why that look on your face?”

“Uhm, nothing.”

“Cut the bullshit Carissa, talk.” I was back to being the
controlling jerk that she accused me of being. Who cares?

“Is this last year’s dress?” 

I laughed at that, so that was Patti’s game, so middle school.

“Babes that dress isn’t even on the market yet, won’t be for another
month or more.”

She looked at me quizzically.

“Really, so how did you get it then?”

“My mom is one of their special clients, she gets invites to
private showings, and shit like that, this dress was in a magazine with some
other things that I’ll show you later.” I kissed her shoulder.

“Anyone who told you that is just jealous, ignore them.” I didn’t
let on that I knew it was Patti who said it, but I’d definitely be keeping my
eyes on her since she seemed bent on causing trouble.

We hung around for about an hour before heading to the club room,
dad gave us a puppy dog look which we laughed off as we disappeared.

The room was packed with
kids, the two billiard tables the first to be confiscated, there were darts and
chess, a card table, board games, plenty of things to keep us occupied for a
while.

I kept my girl with me as we played, not only because I wanted to
keep her near, but because I didn’t want to knock out one of the many
motherfuckers that kept giving her the eye. The fuck?

“Vanessa and I are going to the rest room, be right back.” 

I stole a kiss before she walked away, a nice ass rub for those
who were watching to let them know she was off the market, disrespectful
assholes.

I
might have to fuck Terrence and Dyson up before the night was over if they didn’t
stop ogling her ass like it was their next fucking meal, just try it assholes.

They weren’t gone five
minutes before we heard the commotion outside, then I heard a voice that I hadn’t
expected to hear again, at least not here and not this soon.

Dropping my cue on the table I ran out of the room and into the
hallway.

“You’re just some little tramp that he’s using for his own
amusement, but when it’s all said and done he’ll always come back to me.”

Are you fucking shitting me? My heart was racing so fucking fast I
was afraid it would give out, what bullshit was Josie spewing, and what the
fuck was she doing here?

“Josie what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Oh hi Joshua, Patti invited me, you forgot to tell me about the
party the last time we talked.” She sauntered over to me, her hand going to the
middle button on my shirt.

I
pushed her away, my eyes never leaving Carissa, she looked fucking gutted,
somebody was gonna pay for this shit.

“First of all, don’t touch
me.” The hallway was now full of people who had obviously heard the commotion
and came to see what was going on. What I was about to do would be embarrassing
as fuck but she brought that shit on herself. I guess she really didn’t know me
like she thought she did.

“Second of all what bullshit are you out here spewing, I’ll always
come back to you? Since when. I told you it was over, whatever ‘It’ was, why
would you come here and start some shit with my girl?”

“But you always came back to me after......”

“I liked talking to you, I fucked you yes, you’re the only girl I
still kept in contact with yes because we had an understanding and you know
that, why would you lie now?”

“But I thought.......”

“You thought what, that when I said I wouldn’t be calling you
anymore that I was playing?”

“But you always come back to me when you’re through with one of
your sluts.” She sneered at Carissa.

“Bitch....”Carissa took a step in our direction.

“Carissa.” I gave her a warning look hoping that this once she
would obey me.

“Josie,
go home, there’s nothing here for you, I can’t help what you believe but I
never lied to you, and for you to come here like this, proves to me that we
could never be friends, I didn’t want to say this to you, but Carissa is the
only girl I’ve ever wanted to have a relationship with. She’s it, I’m sorry you
came all the way here for nothing but I think you should leave.”

Her face was red with
embarrassment but that wasn’t my problem, I’d told her over the phone weeks ago
that our little thing was over, I knew what she’d been after, but I’d thought
it was harmless, knowing Carissa’s past, I’d ended my communication with Josie
because my lamb would never accept it, she didn’t realize it yet, but she was
as territorial about me as I was of her, so I’d tried to do the right thing and
end it.

Josie turned and walked away her head down, fists clenched. I
would almost feel bad for her except for the fact that she’d called my girl one
of my sluts. Later for her, she knew what she was doing.

Before I could move to get to Carrie she was on Patti. She slapped
her so hard her head turned.

“That’s for fucking with me, next time I’ll kick your fucking ass,
pathetic bitch.”

“Touch her Patti and you’ll never set foot in this house again.”I
got between them before she could retaliate; I was so fucking pissed, what was
this bitch’s problem?

“But she hit me.” She held her face where Carissa’s palm print was
beginning to show.

“Everybody out.” Matt got the stragglers to disappear back into
the room, the show was over.

“Patti what the fuck?”

“But Mattie....”

“No, I told you to leave my brother alone, what are you deaf, what
the fuck is your problem, you on my brother’s dick or something?”

“What, no.” She turned up her nose like she smelt something vile.

“Then what the fuck is your problem?”

“Her,
she’s my problem, can’t you guys see through her bullshit, she’s a gold
digging, wanna be.”

I laughed, I couldn’t help
it, if only she knew how hard this girl had fought against me, I don’t think
Carissa’s mind even ran to money or how much I had she was more about getting
out and making her own, the girl was independent as fuck.

“Matt
handle your shit, that’s the last time, anything else and you’ll have to fuck
her on the football field because she won’t be coming back here.” I didn’t even
spare her a glance as I took Carissa’s hand and dragged her back upstairs.

“Let go of me, I’m going
home.” She went for her overnight bag as soon as we got in the room.

“No you’re not, you won right, you finally got to meet Josie, you
now know you have nothing to worry about on that front, you bitch slapped
Patti, which I’m sure you’ve been wanting to do since day one, and you got me
to declare my feelings for you in front of half the school. What’s the problem?”

“What’s the....?” She threw the fucking lamp at me. I deflected
and it fell onto the mattress thank God, I loved that thing. As she was looking
around for another missile to launch at my head I came around the bed and
tackled her.

“Get off me asshole.”

“Language.”

“Fuck you.” I laughed as I rolled her under me, her hands held
hostage over her head.

“You’re gonna get an ass whipping you keep this up.”

“Try it bitch.” She pushed up against me trying to throw me off,
but it had the opposite effect.

My
dick, which usually got excited when she was having one of her fits, was ready
for action.

It was an easy thing to hold
both her hands in one of mine, raise the hem of her skirt with the other, pull
down my zipper, and ease into her.

“Mine, always.”

I moved in and out of her, our eyes connected, I bent to her lips,
lifting her hips up to meet my thrust as I cautioned myself to go easy, softly,
gently.

Her legs wrapping around my ass drew me deeper into her as we
rocked against each other.

“Fuck baby, why do you feel so fucking good under me?” I didn’t
expect an answer as she was too caught up in her own feelings, milking my dick
for her greatest pleasure.

The way she enjoyed me went to my head, if anyone else had ever
worn that look on their face as I fucked them before I never saw it, it was as
if everything that came before her was a blur, a pale pencil shading compared
to a masterpiece.

Seventeen years old, fuck, who’d tamed who?