Love, Lex (10 page)

Fuck-it Buckets

“Let me feel your hot mouth on me, birthday girl.” With
legs as tall as the trees in Central Park, Ford stood over me. Back arched, his
worked-out chest apparent. And then, I noticed his bugling erection…

Oh. My. God.

I don’t know what the flip happened. Last thing I
remembered was the guard had shouted, “Lights out.”

Dreaming? Yes. I’d fallen asleep. Except this dream
wasn’t in broad daylight on the side of highway like the one I’d had before
getting my bum arrested, no siree.

It must be nighttime. Totally out of it, I was sound
asleep. I could tell because this fantasy felt more real to me.

“Mmm,” I inhaled deeply.

There was a faint muskiness between us.

Is this what sex smelled like?

Sex, I was sniffing sex! I wanted to bathe in it and wear
him like my Diorama perfume.

Slowly I sat up from the bench I’d rested on and glided
my hands up and down Ford’s wonderous quads.

“Nice legs.” With a mind all their own, my nails raked
back and forth. 

“I like that.”

“Whaa?”

“You…stimulating me.” His legs muscles were rock hard as
if he flexed. And the bulge in the front of his pants swelled.

“Would you like me to?” I tugged at his zipper then
stopped, waiting for a reply, hoping he’d say yes.

“It’s your birthday. You’re a grown woman now, Lex. You
can do whatever you want.” Leaning down to kiss me, there was no waiting for
permission. His right hand grabbed gently at my jaw cupping my face to his and
then bam! His tongue filled my mouth.

My ears rang when our mouths danced.

His words knocked some kind of sense into me. He was
right. I was a woman. I could do whatever the heck I wanted. If I yearned to go
down on Ford, I could.

And so…I did.

Unzipping his fly, I then tugged at his pants.

They fell to the cement floor.

Ford wore dark navy boxers. The shadow of his cock jetted
through the cotton fabric.

Spectacular.

Ginormous.

Mine. All mine. Not Mom’s.

“I want to taste you, Ford. Please. Let me.” Slowly I
tucked my fingers into the elastic waistband of his shorts.

“I’m all yours.” He smiled down at me, inviting me to
finish undressing him.

Palm open, I ran my left hand over his washboard abs,
grazing the black fuzz of his naval. “Does that feel good?”

“Don’t stop.” Ford sucked in a short breath. His body
quaked.

“You okay?”

“Keep touching me. This…you, us, is great.” His black
eyes stared intently at me, making me hot.

“Anything you say.” My heart jolted. While pulling down
his shorts, I pressed my face to his crotch and started kissing him slowly, a
little to the left and then to the right. I stopped in the center. 

He stood there sexy as hell.

Erect, sticking straight out and slightly up, his penis
was what I’d imagined all penises should be, per-effin’-fection.

Keep in mind I’ve only touched one man’s privates in my
entire life. Kelle. And his goods weren’t great. Not when compared to Ford’s.

“Lick the tip.” He grabbed his cock, thrusting it toward
my hungry mouth.

My pulse pounded, creating a thunderous urge. Forget the
peanut M&M’s. There was real man candy to enjoy. Nipping the tip of his
cock between my lips, I sensed his girth. Holy moly. “Ford,” I said, swallowing
the fear down the back of my throat. “Ummm.”

“What does Lex want?”

“You,” I replied, knowing of only one answer.

“Show me. Go on.” Tugging gently, he teased then with a
yank, and his privates stared back at me.

I opened my mouth in anticipation.  

A glow came over him. Gently, he held on to the back of
my head bringing my lips and the head of his dick together. His nearness
overwhelmed me. I felt the electricity of his touch as I licked at his hard
flesh.

“Wait…” I jerked my neck back, studying his body one more
time. With my fingers, I massaged him wondering if he believed me to be the
type of girl who’d try and kill their own mother. “Do you still think I
intentionally tried to hurt Birdie?”

“Never once did I believe yesterday was anything more
than an accident.”

“That’s good to hear.” I stroked the warm skin between
his legs.

“You’re only looking out for your friends. You care about
them.”

“I do. I love them. And Ford, I want to be with you. I
want to see what caring for you will feel like too.” I leaned into him with no
regrets.

“Let me guide you, birthday girl.” His cock slowly slid
into my mouth.

Between my lips, I licked, long strokes. Starting at the
base of his shaft, I ran my tongue up and down his hard flesh. My tongue dipped
at the hole on the tip of his cock. I swallowed the moisture seeping from him
and tasted a surge of salty sweetness. Smiling up at him with my eyes, I
repeated, giving him pleasure on the other side.

“Yes, Lex, yes,” he roared loudly with approval.

Caught up in my enthusiasm, I slid his entire length in,
and I sucked.

His hands rested on the back of my head. Slowly, he
pushed himself in deeper.

Full. Warm. Wet. My head moved to give him pleasure. I
got a rhythm going, taking him, all of him.

“Such a pretty face,” he complimented in a low voice.
“Love watching my cock go in and out of your…sweet mouth.”

“Like this?” With two fast strokes, I picked up the pace.

“Oh,” he moaned. His hips thrust. He started to pumped
again.

“And that?” I asked, tugging playfully on his nuts. I got
this. Rounding my lips on the bulbous head, I flicked my tongue at the tip. 

“You’re perfect, birthday girl. Keep going.”

I kid you not, his cock doubled in length and width while
inside my mouth.

“Mmm.” In pure delight, my heart lurched madly.

Forget the breast tape. My nipples were on high pointy
alert. Every inch of my body came alive. My left hand found its way under my
orange pants.

I began to rub myself. “Mmm.” Good god. This, right here,
what I was doing to him, with him and for him was amazing.

“That’s it. Get into it. Touch yourself.” He slid in and
out of my mouth, smoothly.

More salty flavors laced my tongue. My eyes started to
tear. They weren’t sad or happy tears but cock-wedged-in-throat-and-I-effin’-loved-it
tears.

Staring up at the ceiling, he rolled his head back. His
grunts progressed into growls. Not the scary kind, rather the aroused
I-bet-this-cop-makes-love-like-an-animal kind.

I too was purring. Well more like panting. Feeling a
sense of wetness, more so than before, I flicked my clit as my eyes went into
the back of my head.

“Ohhh Lex,” he cheered me on. His body’s reception to
mine complimented me in ways no man had ever done before.

So I put every fiber of my soul and self into his
offering. I’d give him the best b.j. of his flippin’ life.

Going forward, I could do without another piece of candy.
Cock would become my new necessity. I didn’t need nicotine gum either. Heck no.
And I could forget about any prison diet. From here on out—I’d just eat cock.

“Lex Easton,” he shouted louder.

“Cock-cock-cock,” I chanted to myself. I sucked, slurped,
and swallowed along.

“Miss Easton!”

Pulled by the vitality zinging through me I gave it all I
could and focused on his needs and my clit. “Mmm.” I tugged harder on his
swollen nuts and took his cock as deep as I possibly could—into the very back
of my mouth. I sunk my fingers into my pussy and kept on chanting to myself,
“Cock-cock-cock.”

“Alexandra.” He buried himself further. His beautiful,
soft, black pubes ticked my nostrils. Ford’s body trembled. He thrust once. He
pumped twice, and then on third and final impalement, he snarled, “Hold it.
Right there! That’s it, birthday girl. Now stick out your tongue.”

I tried as best I could to do what he wanted.

“Touch my balls.”

Buried in a sea of musky darkness, I sensed he was about
to come…

“Wake up, Easton!” A voice shouted. It wasn’t Ford’s.

Dang.

“You’re being released.”

My eyes snapped open.

A guard stood over me. Officer Gotti was nowhere in sight.

“What did you say?”

“Get up. Get out.”

“Did Vive pay my bail?” I asked, feeling slightly confused.

“No. Mrs. Easton dropped the charges, claiming she set the
fire herself and that you and your friends had nothing to do with it.” The
guard glared at me the same way Ford had when he’d asked a second time for my
admission of guilt. His deep-set eyes said, “LIAR!”

“What?”

“It’s been on the TV all morning. Your mother held a press
conference at the hospital with Eddie Easton.”

“Daddy came?” I stood up and rushed to edge of the cell.
There on the screen were my parents.

Dad wore a Tokyo promo jacket for his tour. It seemed as if
he’d gone straight from the plane to be at Birdie’s side. The headline read
“Birdie Sobers & Tells All.”

Odd thing was, it was
all
a lie drummed up to keep me
and the girls out of jail.

Well, happy flippin’ birthday to me. In my head, I started
to sing the birthday song. Not like Marilyn Monroe did to JFK, hells no—more in
the tune of Destiny’s Child. After last night’s dream, I felt a new melody with
my Lady V. 

“There is a Blake Morgan waiting for you outside. He’s been
here since late last night.”

My body sang with relief when I grabbed my purse and other
belongings from the claims area. A few minutes ago, I’d been allowed to change
back into my clothes. I never wanted to see neon nectarine again.

Looking at the time, the clock read 10:25 am. I couldn’t
believe it had taken me so long to get out of jail.

Blake waited for me. Dark circles evident, his tired, yet
still handsome face stood on the other side of the Plexiglas.

I was released.

The police told me I could claim Vamp at Impound Lot Pier
76. The thought of my scooter parked out by the docks overnight pissed me off.
Crap on a stick, that’s all I needed was for Vamp to get rusty.

“Happy birthday!” Blake shouted across the lobby. “Did they
serve you cake for breakfast?”

“I’m starving.”

“Gurl, you owe me, big time.” Blake’s arms came wide.

“Oh…Blake.” A soft gasp escaped me. Standing in the jailhouse
lobby, I buried myself in his tall, lanky frame. He was the closest thing I had
to a brother, a sassy one at that. I collapsed, only on the inside, and just a
little. It was from all the stress of the whole ordeal.

“Lex, Love. Don’t get all emotional on me,” He whispered in
my ear, trying to be funny.

“No, I’m not.” I shrugged to hide my emotions and wiped my
eyes. “Things could always be worse, right?”

“Everything’s fine. Birdie took the blame. She’s going to
get fined but it’s all good, boo. I’ll explain all of it when we get in the
limo. First things first, let’s get you changed.” Making a crinkly noise, he
held up a large brown bag.

I recognized what was inside immediately.

My escape!

“Mr. Morgan, you are—amazing.”

“In this bag you’ll find a gift from the Raquel Welch wig
collection, clothes and sneakers. There’s also a fuck-it bucket for you in the
limo.”

Wow, now that was effin’ love. “How did you know to do all
of that?”

“Taddy told me. If it wasn’t for Vive having another one of
her episodes, she’d be here too.”