She made her way to the pool house, and he made his way to the patio table and picked up his phone.
He called Tiffany. Voicemail, called back, voicemail.
Tiff, pick up the goddamn phone! He called back again.
"JESUS CHRIST, JAKE! What the fuck?"
"I need to talk to you."
"I'm in the middle of doing something."
"Something or someone? Who is it, Tiff? Jayce? Noah? Fin?"
"What do you want?"
"I'm just calling to let you know that I just ate another girl's pussy till she squirted me in the face; she tasted better than you ever have, and now I'm going to fuck her. I am so over you, Tiff. You have made a fool out of me for too long. I will be by tonight to get my things."
"Oh my God, whatever shall I do? How will I survive without your flaccid cock and broke ass? I couldn't get two squirts of piss. The only reason I have put up with you for so long is because I needed help with the rent. You have all weekend to come get your shit."
"Cool, thanks. Have fun catching Calmidia."
She was drying off when he walked in." You know, I think we should---" He looked at her.
"What?" she asked. "Is something wrong?"
"Have I ever told you that you are stunningly beautiful?"
"I think when my brother got married. But let's face it, I was rocking that dress."
"Well, you still are. You always will be," Jake said with reverence.
She couldn't help but blush. "Jacob, you don't have to flatter me; we are doing this."
"That is not why I said it."
"Thank you. After everything that I have been through, that means a lot to me. Makes me feel good."
"I am to please you, Persephone.
"You have pleased me. I have never come like that before."
"I'm good at what I do."
"Tiffany is a lucky girl."
He stripped off his wet suit. "Well, she's SOL because she is no longer my girl. She hasn't been my girl for months."
"What? When?"
"About four minutes ago. You were right. I can't stay in such a toxic relationship.
"Please tell me you didn't do that just for me."
"No, I did it just for me. All I needed was a little self-confidence."
💖She looked at him hungrily. "Come here, Jacob Thorsell." She beckoned him with her finger.
Fuck I love it when she says my name. It was breathy and sultry. She is the only one that I let ot want me to call me Jacob. I would do whatever she wanted as long as she said my name.
She reached out and ran her nails seductively up and down his shaft. He watched her as she started to rub his cock.
He hissed. "Oh, Persephone. Be a good girl and suck my cock, please. I need to feel your lips on me. I want to be in your mouth."
He was looking down at her. She looked up, and what she said next almost made him come. "Yes, Sir. I want you in my mouth. Maybe you'll be my new favorite flavor." She licked the small bead of precum that had surfaced at his slit. "Mmm. Yummy."
"Holy fuck, such a good girl."
She put her lips on him and kissed the head. She swirled her tongue around the ridge of his tip. She put him into her mouth, just a little at first. She licked him up and down.
He squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh, God. It's been so long since I've been touched. She hasn't touched me in months. I've lost count of when the last time was.
She sucked him and took his cock as deep down her throat as she could. She would gag, and it only made him moan louder when she did. She was making over-exaggerated sucking and slurping noises. It was driving him fucking crazy. He held his hand on her head and firmly pushed her head rhythmically.
"Oh fuck. Persephone. You have to stop. I don't want to come yet."
There was a loud popping sound when she took him out of her mouth.
She kissed her way up to his chest as far up as she could reach. "Yes, Sir. If you say so. But I will drink your cum one day."
HOLY FUCKING SHIT! WHY DID BODHI EVER LET HER GO? WHAT A FUCKING IMBICILE!
"Your lips on me feel amazing. I miss the feeling so much. She doesn't touch me anymore. She was busy touching everybody else."
"That's not fair. You deserve to be touched. The mind thrives off it. It's instinctual, and look at you. Your body is made to be touched. If you were my Zeus, I would touch you every day. I would be your Hera." She giggled. "Wait, I am Hera."
"I need to be inside you now. I don't know how much longer I can take this. You turn me on so fucking much. Lay down," he said.
He watched as she climbed on the bed, lay on her back, and splayed her legs open, inviting him. "Yes, Sir."
He climbed between them. He looked her in the eyes. "I'm going to ask you this once. Are you sure?"
"Maybe I should be asking you that."
"Come on, answer the question."
"I know you feel it necessary to protect me, but I want you to put that throbbing cock in me."
He took the head of his cock and began to slide it up and down along her lips as she had done in the pool. She was aroused. Her pussy ached. Her lips were swollen. Her breasts were firmer than normal. It was making her crazy. They both started to moan. He could hear how wet she was. It was a beautiful sound.
"Please. Now. Slowly. Very, very slowly. It's been a while, and you aren't exactly small as we already determined."
"Of course. I would never do anything to hurt you unless you asked me. I'm just throwing that out there." He took his cock and gently guided himself into her. He couldn't tell if she was in pain or pleasure or both as he penetrated her. It took what felt like forever of him slowly moving back and forth, inch by inch, going deeper into her. She was so fucking tight. Their eyes were locked. It was erotic. The fact it took so long only added to their pleasure.
"Is it okay? Are you okay?" Jake asked.
She swallowed hard and quickly nodded her head. "Yes. It's good. It's just been a while."
He began to thrust deeper into her. "How much of it do you want, Baby girl?"
"I want it all, Sir. Please give me all of it. I need all of it."
"Anything you want. I'm a gentleman I have to oblige, or it would just be rude." He couldn't believe how tight she was. "Fuck how can you feel this good."
He rolled his hips, finding a slow and tormenting rhythm.
I did tell him to go slow. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her. "Kiss me, Jacob," she said.
He lowered himself till their lips met. They kissed slowly at first, then without abandon. He kissed her neck and her shoulders, and he sucked her nipples.
She giggled when he sucked on her. "If I knew you were thirsty, we could have taken a water break." He didn't even think about breast milk.
"I'm sorry."
"No. It feels good. I am a little engorged. I haven't pumped, and the milk is useless because I have alcohol in my system. Feel free."
He sucked on the other breast. "It tastes like sweet almond milk."
She moaned at the sweet relief she was feeling.
He felt an honor to suckle, for her to share what nourished her children. This is definitely something Bodhi will never do.
He started to quicken his pace. He pulled his length along her slick tunnel till just his head was left, then he would thrust in on hard motion back into her. His pelvis slammed into hers. She met him by moving her hips like a belly dancer. It hit a spot that made her hold her breath; the feeling was so intense. She thrashed her head back and forth.
"Oh, Baby girl. Yes. I like the way that feels."
His toes began to tingle. He knew he was about to explode. It had been pent up inside of him for so long.
"I can feel you getting harder, Jacob. Are you about to come?"
He couldn't talk. The sensation was too intense. All he could do was nod.
"I want to feel you come inside me. I want to come with you. I want to feel it together."
"Baby girl, I can't do that. What happens if you get pregnant?" he asked.
She started playing with her clit, aggressively rubbing it.
"It's okay. I am on the Depo shot. I have for the last two years. Not that I needed it."
"Well, you do now, beautiful."
"Oh my God. Holy fuck. Can you go faster? Please go faster."
He gathered her up, his hand squeezing her ass he pressed her against him. He moved faster. His abs flexed, and his glutes tightened. His back muscles contracted. He kissed her. It was deep and wet and messy. She bit his bottom lip.
Her walls spasmed. She threw her head back and let out a scream. "YES, JACOB! FUCK YES! RELEASE ME. PLEASE GIVE ME SWEET RELIEF!"
His balls climbed up against him, his face screwed with pleasure. He bucked his hips, and her walls closed around him. Squeezing the orgasm right out of his. He burst forth a stream of hot cum deep inside of her filling her womb with his seed. It felt amazing to him. It had been months since he and Tiffany had fucked.💖
They stayed cuddled together for a while. She lay there, him still inside of her. They were panting hard. The wetness of the pool water was replaced with sweat. He looked at her. "You are so fucking beautiful.
She smiled at in. He smiled back, and then his face fell. "That can never happen again, Persephone. Never."
"Why? Didn't you like it? Was I not any good? What did I do wrong? Tell me, and I'll do better if you give me another chance," she begged.
"Baby girl, it was mind-blowing. You didn't do anything wrong. It's just that what we did was wrong. No matter how much we want it again. This was an amazingly bad decision."
Her face fell. "Jacob, that really hurt. Why would you call this a bad decision?"
Jake stood up and put his suit back on. Perri stood up and wrapped a blanket around her. She had her back to him. She couldn't even look him in the face. He came up behind her and put his arms around her.
He kissed her on her shoulder. She squeezed her eyes shut. "Because, Baby girl, I don't want to fall any further in love with you."
Her breath hitched in her lungs. She turned and faced him. "What? Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"
He pulled her close. "You have no idea how jealous I was of Bodhi. You have no idea how angry I was at Holden that he gave him the okay to be with you. It killed me to watch you starve yourself over him. For you to mourn the loss of him, and you forgive him, and you take him back. Then he does it again, and I know that if you didn't, you wouldn't have boys, and I love those boys. But I know that after what Bodhi did to you, there is no way that Holden will ever let me near you. In fact I know that Holden would never give a relationship between us his blessing. So, like I said, as much as we, as I would want this to happen again, we can't."
A single tear ran down her cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb. "Don't cry. Not over me." He kissed her softly. "I'm going to go."
"Can't you at least stay and cuddle a little more with me?"
"If I do that, Persephone, I will make love to you again." He pulled on his suit. He kissed her on the forehead.
She watched him walk out of the yard and around to the front of the house. She didn't know if she should be hurt, angry, or happy that at least it happened, so she decided to go with hurt.
Twelve hours ahead across the pond in Newcastle, England, Bodhi was in his bathroom, dreading what was going to happen when he got out. He looked at himself in the mirror.
I really fucking hate my life. I'm in a marriage I was blackmailed into. I have to take medication just to get it up. I have sex three times a week, and I don't want to. She wants me to kiss her and tell her I love her. I don't. I never will. No Stockholm syndrome for this guy.
He swallowed his little blue pill and looked at the pictures of Persephone in his jersey and the video she made of her dancing in it for him.
When he was finally hard, he took a condom out of his secret stash. He wasn't going to risk playing condom roulette. Fuck no. He came out of the bathroom. There was Janessa, in all her repulsive naked tawdriness.
"Can you at least look like you're interested?"
"You asked me that every time, and every time, I say the same thing. No, I can't. I don't want to do this. The only reason I am is because I signed a legally binding document. You know, the one that says if I comply, you won't tank my career," Bodhi said. "It's Monday, so I'm complying."
She had dosed him two more times since they had been together, but she knew he wasn't going to be selected for the random screening. She just wanted him to know that she still had the upper hand.
He got into bed, and the routine started. Same thing every time. He ate her pussy till she came, and then they would; he didn't even know what to call it. The word fucking equates with passion and lust. Sex is something that is tamer and voluntarily done. Making love is what he did with his Periwinkle. Sexual assault seems to fit the bill, or sexual slavery, sex under duress, sticking his dick in a hole. He would rather have one of those plastic blow-up dolls.
She was a sociopath who was turned on by the dominance she had over him. She knew this was humiliating for him. She was a succubus. He just wished that she would get her fame and get bored and get out of his life.
He closed his eyes. I wonder what my girl is doing. Is she thinking of me right now? Is she seeing anyone? Part of me wants her to be happy and living her best life but part of me hopes she is miserable because we aren't together. I wonder if she knows about the marriage. I haven't talked to anyone back home. I know she has to be avoiding anything that has to do with me.
He started singing their song in his head.
'I'm here without you, baby.
But you're still on my lonely mind.
I think about you, baby.
And I dream about you all the time.
I'm here without you, baby.
But you're still with me in my dreams.
And tonight. It's only you and me.′
Janessa wouldn't let him play that song when she was around. He would play it all the time, and finally, she had enough and told him to stop because she knew it was about the "stick figure."
She finally finished, and his duty was fulfilled. He got off and went into the bathroom. He stripped off the condom he never really needed because he had never come when they would have sex. Sometimes if he was drunk, he would come when she sucked his cock, but he pretty much stopped drinking altogether, so he finished himself off in the bathroom, like usual.
"Come on. It's cuddle time, babe! I need my big spoon!"
He talked to himself while looking in the mirror. "Fuck my life! Hopefully, I will get struck by lightning next time I am outside."
He picked up his phone and googled the weather. "Shit. No rain." Then, he did what he had done every day since he returned to England.
🔵Hey, my love. I miss you so fucking much. You have no idea how fucked up my miserable life is. I have sex with a woman I don't love. I am trying so hard to get my ass to the NBA. I hope when I get back to the States, you will hear my story, believe it, and forgive me. I think about you all the time, as our song says. I found a new song. Please listen to it. I do all the time. At least until Janessa realizes it was about you and me.
Music Speaks When Words Fail: If the World Was Ending –JP Saxe and Julia Michaels
I love you, Periwinkle. You are and always will be my world.
He never actually sends it. In fact, he sends it to himself. He has hundreds of texts in a private chat he wrote for her. It's like writing letters and never sending them. Maybe when he dies someone will be cleaning out his things and find all of them and send them to her. He started to cry silently. He sat on the edge of the tub. Large tears fell and hit the floor like bombs, which is fitting because his life was destroyed.
"BODHI PATRICK O'NEILL! GET IN HERE..... NOW!" Janessa shrieked.
He dried his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Come on, my love." She patted the bed.
He groaned and slid in under the covers. She backed up and snuggled against him. "Arm."
He put his arm around her waist.
"Bodhi, I want to have a baby."
"What! No fucking way! We are not having a baby. You want a baby, divorce me, and find another smuck to leach the life out of."
"You have to. It's in the contract."
Bodhi sat up. "No. It's not. I read that thing three times, and my lawyer read it twice. There was nothing in there about a baby."
"It says that if I would like a pet, you will not hinder me in any way and support my decision,"
"A pet? A baby is not a pet!"
"Let's see, a small mammal that is completely dependent on a parental figure who will support it financially and take care of its needs."
"You are out of your fucking mind. I am not having a child with someone that I don't respect or love! Bot to mention categorizes a child as a pet!"
"You know the team has a drug screening coming up sometime this month," she sang.
"You wouldn't." He looked at her. She looked like pure evil. "I take that back. Of course, you would. You would, and you have." He ran his hands down his face.
"Don't worry. We can split up after I have it."
"Really?"
"Yes, and then we will discuss child support and alimony."
"Don't forget we have a prenup."
"And nowhere in it does it say anything about child support," she said, inspecting her nails.
"Oh God, I'm in hell."