LOVED (5 page)

“You like that big cock, don’t you, baby girl?” he asked as his right hand slipped past my shoulder to my neck.

I nodded my head excitedly and bit my lower lip.

“I asked you a question,”
he muttered softly.

“Yes, yes sir. I love your cock,” my voice cracked when I an
swered.

He leaned into me. His chest was against my back, and his hips pressed against my butt.

“Your little pussy is a mess, Kelli. It’s soaking wet. Did that turn you on? That little face fucking I gave you?” he whispered into my ear.

I nodded my head repeatedly and bit my lip. I felt myself begin to contract. I was going to cum hard. He excites me so much. Being behind the garage, all of the people, and feeling the wall vibrate from the music was more than I could take.

“God
damn it
Kelli,” he whispered harshly into my ear.

Sometimes I think I do these things on purpose.

“Yes sir, I loved it,” I responded.

He pulled his cock out of my pussy.

No, don’t stop. No.

“Turn around,” he demanded.

I turned to face him. As I did, he reached around the outside of my thighs, curled his hands under my butt, and picked me up. He pressed me against the wall and held me there.  I reached over his shoulders and around his neck. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around him.

As I felt his cock pushing inside of me, I clenched my teeth and shook my head from side to side.

“Fuck, Kelli. I love watching you as I fill your little pussy with cock. You’re a sexy little fucker,” he said as he looked into my eyes.

“Mouthy fucker,” I laughed as I leaned toward him to kiss him.

He bit my lip with his upper teeth as he slowly pushed his tongue into my mouth. His hands felt good under my bare butt as he fucked me. As his hips smashed his hands against my butt, I felt myself begin to contract.

Oh God, please keep that up.
Right there.

He pulled his mouth from mine and looked into my eyes as he smiled.

“You going to cum for me, little girl?” he asked.

I nodded my head.

He fucked me harder. My back slapped against the wall as he pounded my pussy with every inch of his cock. I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of his cock inside of me.

As he continued to pound me against the wall, I began to cum.

“Erik…”

“Do it, baby girl.” He said.

“Erik, I…”

I came hard.

And. I came again.

He pounded inside of me. I felt his cock swell.

Do it, you big fucker.

I felt myself begin to cum hard. I opened my eyes and pressed my mouth against his.

He began to groan into my mouth.

I bit his lip.

And he came inside of me. As he did, his hands began to lower me, my back still against the wall.

And.

I.

Came.

He lowered me to the ground and kissed me, pressing me to the wall by my shoulders. His mouth pressed hard against mine, he continued to kiss me and moan. As he slowly slipped his cock from inside of me, he pulled his mouth from mine.

“I love you, Kelli,” he said.

He can never say that enough.

Never.

“Mouthy little fucker,” I said.

“Mouthy little fucker,” he repeated.

“I love you back,” I said.

ERIK.
“If you’re available, I can do it now,” I said into the phone.

“Now is fine, Erik, you coming alone?”
he asked.

“Yes, I am,” I responded.

“Alright, looking forward to it,”
he said.

“See you in about ten minutes or so,” I said.

“See you then,”
he said.

I hate talking on the phone. If I had my way, I wouldn’t even have one. I realize the convenience of having them, but they irritated me. I kept mine in my pocket, and rarely pulled it out. One d
ay, I may need to buy a better phone, but spending money on something I so detested seemed ridiculous.

I walked into the living room. Kelli was doing some workout as an image of a woman that looked half as fit and half as beautiful mirrored her actions on the television.

“Baby, I have to go take care of some business. I’ll be about an hour, give or take. I’m taking the car,” I said.

She waved at me.

I shook my head and walked toward her.

“Kiss me,” I demanded.

She stood up from her crouching position and kissed me quickly.

“Okay, see you in a while,” she said in a breathless voice.

“Okay,” I laughed.

I walked through the kitchen into the garage. As I started the car and raised the garage door, I considered how my thoughts regarding love have changed in the last six months. Loving and being loved by me was as natural as taking a breath.
I didn’t even have to think about it. Kelli Parks meant more to me than anyone on this earth ever could or would. I would truly give my own life to give her just one more minute of living.

That woman just…

I smiled as I backed the car out of the driveway. As I cleared the garage and looked at the front of the house, I remembered the first time we were here. Hell, I had no idea at that time where Kelli and I would end up. Breaking into the house and fucking in the kitchen was not something that I would normally do with anyone, but she sure brought it out in me.

The more I thought ab
out it, the more I realized how good Kelli was for me.

What void I had felt for the majority of recent years Kelli had filled fully, and she filled it naturally. As naturally as she was submissive, she was also a perfect natural fit for
me.
She fit me perfectly as woman, a respective other, and as a lover.

To think of ever trying to live without her was something that I could not make taste good in my mouth.
Kelli provided for me a level of satisfaction that most men would only dream of, and she did so by simply existing.

As I pulled the car into the driveway, the reality of everything set into place. I exhaled, opened the door, and walked up the walk to the front door. Before I rang the doorbell, the door opened.

“Get your ass in here, you weren’t going to ring the fucking bell were you?” he asked.

“I intended to,” I responded.

“Good fucking God, son. Get in here,” he said as he stepped aside to allow me into the house.

“Coffee?” he asked as soon as I stepped into the house.

“Sure,” I responded.

“Cream and sugar, right?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” I responded as he walked into the kitchen.

I walked and sat in the chair that I had sat in the day Kelli and I first came here. He walked into the living room and handed me the cup of coffee.

“Damn, that’s good coffee,” I said as I took a sip from the cup.

“Well, it’s not that six dollar a cup shit you normally drink, but it ain’t all bad, is it
?” he asked.

“It’s really pretty good,” I said as I took another sip.

“Well, that was something about that Jacob kid, wasn’t it?” he asked as he sat down.

“Who?”
I asked, not immediately recognizing who he was speaking of.

“Alec Jacob. What do you guys call him?”

“Oh, A-Train. What about him?” I asked, thinking about A-Train’s incident with the police.

“Oh, just that the cops were trying to railroad him for something that he obviously wasn’t involved in,”
he said, trying to unsuccessfully hide a smirk of a smile.

“Yeah, I’m glad that’s over,” I said as I took another sip of coffee from the cup.

When it came time to stand up, Gene stood up. I admired him for doing that. I would always admire him for having done what he did for Alec. Who knows where A-Train would be now without Gene’s help.

“So, to what do I owe this honor, son? Are you alright? How’s that new home?” he asked.

I finished the coffee, and placed the cup on the table beside the chair. I leaned forward, took a breath, and then exhaled.

“The new home is great. Kelli is really enjoying the place. She has it decorated the way she wants it. She was exercising when I left. I imagine she’s cleaning something in there now. Hell, she can’t stop cleaning, she’s really proud of the place. Oh, and I’m sorry you were too sick to come to the party the other day, we missed you, Gene,” I said.

“Well, I was sick as a God damned dog, probably the damned flu,” he said as he took a sip from his cup.

I nodded and leaned forward to the front edge of the cushion.

“So, Kelli said you were looking at buying a new bike – something she could actually ride on. Did you get one?” he asked.

“No, we tried. They were too damned high, we were ten percent apart on price,” I answered, not wanting to give the exact amount of money that we disagreed on.

“Well, you know what they say about that damned place. Hell it’s no secret that the guy’s a crook.  I could teach that asshole a little about running a dealership, you know it?” he laughed.

“I’m sure you could,” I agreed.

“He’s looking to sell the damned place. Wants six fucking million,” Gene said, shaking his head.

“Jesus. Six?” I said, not realizing the place was for sale.

“Yep, I found out the other day at a city-wide dealership meeting. He’s out of his God damned mind.”

“Sounds like it,” I said.

Talking to Kelli’s father made me nervous. I don’t know what portion of the nervousness I attached to the fact that he believed I was arrogant, and what portion I attributed to the fact that he was her father. Either way, it made me nervous to talk to him.

Nervous or not, I had some things that we needed to discuss.

“You nervous, son?’ he asked as I shifted in my seat.

“Well, as a matter of fact, I am a little, yes,” I responded.

The hour that we talked went far better than I expected, and was a real wake-up call regarding what his thoughts, expectations, and beliefs were.

“Well, son-of-a-bitch,” he placed his head in his hand
s and exhaled.

“You know men can talk to men about some things that they can’t comfortably talk to women about. You know that, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” I responded.

“Not a word of what we speak of now is to leave here. Not one damned word. This is between you and
I, son. Kelli isn’t to know about this,” he paused, and put his hands on his knees.

I nodded.

He slowly stood from his chair and began pacing across the floor of the living room.

“Son, I don’t know how well I’m gonna do this, especially now. I’m just glad you talked to me
about your concerns first. Makes me feel better about spillin’ my guts,” he paused.

“
Well, I guess I have a few things I should talk to you about. I wasn’t going to, but now I am. That’s just how things work. Might make this easier for me to
start
talking, but keeping going isn’t going to be easy for me,” he took a breath and looked in my direction.

“Keep your god damned mouth shut until I am done, alright?” he asked.

“Okay,” I responded, nodding my head slowly.

“It’s n
othing against you, son. You have a tendency to run your mouth and interrupt a little. Not always in bad way, it’s just…well, it’s just. Oh, fuck it,” he said as he sat down into the chair again.

I wondered what it was exactly that he wanted to talk about. We had already
spoken about everything from family matters to Kelli’s future, love, and everything in between.

“I know this isn’t going to be easy for me, and now the more I’m thinking, I know it isn’t going to be easy for you either. Just let me try to muddle through this, okay?” he asked.

“That’s fine, Gene,” I responded, wishing he’d just get started.

“Right around the time Kelli was born, I lost a kidney. God damned Agent Orange. Our fucking government sprayed all the foliage over there
in Vietnam with the stuff. It was supposed to kill all of the plant life, give us a better idea of who was where, and keep our enemy from having a place to hide,” he took a breath.

“Problem, Erik, was that the exposure of that shit to our troops caused all kinds of complications. Everyone that was within five miles of that
crap when it was sprayed got cancer of some sort. Damned shame,” he stood from his chair and began to pace the floor.

“So, I have lived the last twenty years with one kidney. Hell, I didn’t even tell Kelli. I never wanted her to worry.
”