Outside the Box (29 page)

While he was in the shower one morning I told Jocee and Victoria what my plans were and gave them the rest of the week off.  My plan was to surprise him Friday after he got home from work since I didn’t have a shift at the salon that day.

Spencer

****

I loved having Alexia at my house or staying with her at their apartment, I was getting impatient waiting for her to move in and actually contemplated having movers just move her stuff and not give her a choice.  Derrick told me I would be a full blown cave man if I did that so I continued to wait, only bringing it up every so often. 

One day I was reviewing spreadsheets at work when Peaches walked into my office and handed me a black postcard that looked similar to what we handed out to recruits.

“What’s this for?  You didn’t change the design did you?” I asked.

“Nope.” She popped the P, didn’t answer my question and walked out of my office with a big smile on her face. 

I shook my head as I stared at the postcard, “Why the hell do I have to look at it then?” I said to myself then flipped the postcard over.  On the back instead of the “Box’s” address was the address to my house.

“PEACHES!” I yelled into the intercom. 

“What?”

“Please tell me these aren’t what the people are giving out.  My personal address is on the back.”

“Oh…it is?”

“Peachesss…” I growled, if these had been printed I would be having random people show up at my house.

“Hmm?”

“Do you like your job here?”

“Yes
…”

“Then you need to find out if these are what are circulating.”

“I’m on it.” Was all she said and disconnected the intercom. 

I shoved the postca
rd into my suit jacket pocket, finished reviewing the spread sheet, and saved it.  Then left to go to the house, Jocee would be pissed if people were already showing up.  I tried calling the house on my drive home but nobody answered.  “Fuck I hope she’s not talking to anybody trying to figure out why they are at my house.”

I was thankful when I pulled up the driveway and there were no cars parked there, but I could see from the vehicle that there was something black taped to my front door.  I hurried out of the car and bounded up the front steps, it was another postcard exactly like the one Peaches had given me.  I yanked it off the door and went inside.  Normally the staff would still be there but
the house was quiet, then I heard music coming from upstairs, “What the fuck…” I bounded up the stairs two at a time.  The closer I got to my bedroom the louder the music was getting.  I threw my bedroom door open, walked quickly but quietly across the room and threw that door open.  There stood Alexia in her white silk robe.

“Hi.” She smiled at me.

“Uh Hi?  I mean Hi.” She normally wouldn’t be at the house until close to eight in the evening and it was only four thirty. 

She was still smiling when she dropped the robe and the white silk pooled at her feet, “I see you got a couple of those post cards like I was given.”

I looked down at the post cards in my hand then back at her as she opened the door to the steaming shower. 

The song ‘
Vertigo’
by
Jason Derulo
started playing, “I thought…you did this?” I asked and stripped out of my suit in record time. 

“Maybe?” she watched me as I walked across the bathroom and got in the shower with her.  “I’d say you have about two minutes to decide if this is what you want to do.” She whispered against my lips. 

“What am I doing exactly besides refraining from fucking you against that wall behind you?”

She pushed me against the glass shower wall, “Do you still want me to move in?” she asked as she kissed a path from my neck down my chest and circle my nipple with her tongue.

“Yes.”

Her kisses continued until she was knelt down in front of me, she took the tip of my cock into her warm hot mouth and sucked until it was against the back of her throat.  Each suck and stroke had me fisting my hands in her hair. 

“Alexia…” I pulled my throbbing cock out of her mouth, she stood up and kissed me as I walked us until her back met the wall behind her.  I slid my fingers down to her pussy, “I love this, you are always ready and wet for me aren’t you?”

She gasped when I pushed two fi
ngers inside of her while I rubbed her clit with my thumb, “Yes, oh god Spencer.” She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled me closer to her.  When she kissed me I removed my fingers and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around me.  My cock slid in through her tight pussy muscles.  “Are you sure you want me to move in?” she panted out as I alternated between thrusting hard and fast, and hard and slow. 

“Yes, why do you keep asking that.” I growled against her neck.

“Because I moved in while you were at work…oh god…” she moaned.

I stopped moving, “Really?  You did?” I looked at her.

She kicked me in the ass, “My god don’t stop now you asshole!  Yes, now please make me cum.”

I g
rinned at her leaned in and bit her bottom lip, “Fuck yes…”  her orgasm rippled her pussy muscles and pulled me in deeper.  I cum so hard I had to lean against her to keep my knees from buckling.  “You really did?” I finally asked when I caught my breath.

“Yes...are you sure it’s okay…I mean…”

I slammed my mouth against hers until I was dizzy and seeing spots behind my eyelids.  “It’s about god damn time.”  I told her when I pulled away. 

Six Months Later

****

I was a ball of nerves standing on the doorstep at Carol and Harold’s house.  I had snuck Alexia’s phone into the bathroom one night and got their phone number out so I could get their address.

“Son, I’m not real sure if I believe you, Lexi told us she was sort of seeing a guy.  Now that I think about it, she didn’t tell us a name.”  Harold said defensively when I called him the following day.

“It was me, I’m not sure what all she has told you about us, and honestly I’d rather let her tell you.  What I can tell you is we’ve been together for a while, long enough for me to fall in love with her.  Can I fly out and have a visit with you two, and you guys not tell her that I’m coming or that I’ve been there?”

He chuckled, “I suppose we should probably sit down and have a face to face visit.”

He gave me there address, so I flew out to her home town the following day since she had a full schedule.  I hated being away from her so the trip would be, fly there, get their permission, fly home, all without Alexia finding out…hopefully.

I rang the doorbell, the door opened and there stood a couple that appeared to be in the fifties. 

“Spencer?” the woman asked.

I extended my hand, “Carol?  Harold?”

“Please come in.” she smiled after we shook hands.

“Would you like a drink?  I have a feeling we are going to need it.” Harold said. 

I laughed, “It’ll settle my nerves for sure,
I’ll take a Jack and Coke if you have it?”

“Hmm, I like you already.” He said as he poured us a drink then led me to the living room.  He sat in his recliner with Carol in hers next to him, I sat on the couch.

“So, you’ve been seeing Lexi for how long?” Carol asked.

I chuckled, “Well, I’d say since about the second week she moved to New York.”

Harold cocked his head to the side, “She’s not doing anything illegal is she, you’re not a pimp or something like that are you?”

I laughed, “
Not hardly, I own my own business, it’s very profitable and successful.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, “That’s good, so…you met her where?”

I cleared my throat, took a drink, “At my club.” I was NOT going to tell them what kind of club, or I’d never be able to explain the bruises I was sure Harold would leave on my body.

“Right, she told us you two had been out a few times.” Carol said.

I nodded my head, “Alexia moved in with me not to long ago, I’m here to ask you two for her hand in marriage.” I told them.  They both sat there staring at me, blinking, and speechless. 

Finally Harold spoke, “She has no idea you’re even here does she?”

“No sir, I have to surprise her.  I’ll bring her back here to do it, you two deserve to see that she is genuinely happy and I’m not blowing smoke up your ass when I say we are in love with each other.”

Carol smiled and wiped a tear off her cheek, “You have my blessing, I can tell by the look in your eyes, and how nervous you are that you’re in love with her.”

I smiled and nodded my head.

Harold finished his drink and put the empty glass on the end table next to his chair, “Well, this is where the dad
comes out in me.  I knew her family since she was only two years old.  So, I’ll tell you this only once…you here her, I’ll kill you.  It’s really that simple.”

Well, okay, I knew not to even second guess that he would more than likely actually follow through with those words. 

“I’d like to know why she didn’t have you go out with us that evening we were there, were you busy at the club?” he asked.

“There were some issues with Alexia and her feelings for me, I knew from the very second I kissed her there was no turning back.  She, on the other hand, tried to deny how she felt.  It all worked out though.”  I told them and finished my drink. 

We visited for another hour before I told them that I needed to leave so I would be back before Alexia got home.  The plan was to fly her home and propose to her at her parents house, I gave Harold a check and told him to put the utilities in my name so everything would be ready when we arrived. 

****

“I know I made it very fucking clear I didn’t want to go to the strip clubs or to have strippers you assholes!” I yelled from behind the blindfold.  My bachelor party was being held at ‘The Square’.  I knew that Alexia and her friends were out clubbing too for her bachelorette party, we had both agreed to stay away from strip clubs.  The fact that Peaches and Destiney were in charge of her party made me nervous but I knew they would take care of Alexia.  “You guys are trying to get me in trouble.” I said and leaned back against the chair that I was sitting on in the middle of the stage.  The club was rented out to just us so I knew once
Beyoncé
’ s ‘
Partition
’ started playing that there would be a stripper rubbing against me covering me in her body glitter and ripping my shirt open.  I already made my mind up I wasn’t going to touch her when she came out. 

The bass thumped louder than usual as the song picked up tempo, my tie was the first thing (like always) that was taken off then my hands were tied behind my back. Thank fuck
, so that way I could honestly say I didn’t lay a hand the woman.  “You don’t have to tie them I’m not planning on touching you.” I told the woman but she didn’t respond.  The club filled with wolf whistles and cheers when she ripped my shirt open scattering buttons leaving my chest exposed.  When her hand touched my chest, my heart started beating faster and my dick started to get hard, THAT was not normal.  Then she leaned in and flicked my ear with her tongue, when her scent filled my nostrils I knew that it wasn’t just any stripper…it was Alexia.  But I didn’t say anything, she turned and grinded her ass against my hardening cock, then turned back around and straddled me so her chest was pressing against mine. I leaned forward and licked between her cleavage.  She stopped grinding then leaned in and whispered, “You better pray to god I never find out that’s what you do to other strippers.”

“Alexia if you don’t take this blindfold off and untie my hands I’ll blow my load in my pants.  You better pray to god yo
u’re wearing a low cut dress because that was some serious cleavage.  If you’re dressed like a stripper, I’ll fuck you right here in front of everybody.”

She laughed, “We do
good with an audience though.”

The song ended and she climbed off of me, “He knew it was me!” she stated and untied my hands.  I pulled the blindfold off and there stood my beautiful Alexia in a low cut black dress with her
god damn gladiator sandals that she knew made me horny as hell.  I jumped up from the chair, looked at my watch;

“You have seven minutes to decide if you want to become Mrs. Alexia Scott tomorrow.” I told her. 

She smiled big and nodded her head, “I do.”

“Fuck I can’t wait until tomorrow to hear
you say that.”

Lexi

****

A few months after I had moved in Spencer had sent me a text message and told me he had a surprise planned for the weekend, and told me not to worry about packing because it had already been taken care of.  THAT made me nervous, packing meant we were probably going to be flying somewhere.  I text him back and asked if he would at least give me a hint, he sent back;

S
: 
No

When class was over that afternoon
, him and Joe were waiting for me outside the building.  I narrowed my eyes at him as I got closer, “If you said my bag is already packed that means we are flying doesn’t it.”

“Yep, (he smiled) that means we’ve gotta go.”

“Ugg, I’ve told you I don’t like to fly!” I whined.

“I know.” He said then kissed me.  “How was your day?”

“Stop changing the subject, where are we going?”

“You’ll see.  My day was good by the way.”

“Oh yeah?  Did you have to go in the Box or something?”

He wrinkled his eyebrows together, “No, why would you even ask that, I haven’t been it since the last time with you.”  I could tell that I had offended him.

“I’m sorry, today just seemed to drag on.  I’m so glad the weekend is here and I’m getting ready to go
somewhere
with my amazing boyfriend.”

“You didn’t say I was amazing last night, you called me an asshole if I remember correctly.”

I rolled my eyes, “That’s because I told you to give Jocee and her sister next week off so I could actually cook meals in that fancy kitchen instead of being catered to.  You said and I quote, “It’s what they are hired to do.”  I don’t like being waited on hand and foot.”

“I gave them next week off just so you know, they are going to go see their family.”

I looked at him, “Really?”

“Mmhmm.” He grinned at me. 

Nothing had really changed after I moved in, I was worried that once we lived together for a month we would be sick of each other.  We had a few disagreements but nothing that left me in tears and him coaxing me out of the bathroom type of arguments.  He hated,
hated
, when I would take my shoes off when I sat down on the couch and left the shoes there.  “How fucking hard is it to put them over there by the door?”

“So put them there.” I told him.

He picked them up and tossed them over close to where his shoes were always neatly lined up, “See that row of shoes, yours will fit right next to mine.”

I shrugged a shoulder, “K.” was all I said.

One afternoon when class was over I went home, when I walked in he was sitting at that breakfast bar with Jocee, and Victoria standing across from him.  None of them heard me come in so I stood there and listened to their conversation;

“We do what?”  Jocee asked.

“She told me one time she dips her French fries in the ranch and ketchup, and the ice cream.”  Spencer said.

“Why would she do that?”
Victoria replied while looking at something on the counter. 

“Fuck it, I’ll go first.  If I puke…” Spence told them.

“That what that big bowl is for.”

I covered my mouth so they would hear me laugh.  I walked up behind him, “You don’t dip it in all three.”

He jumped, “Uhhh…”

I grabbed a French fry, the ranch and ketchup, and combined the two then stirred it with the fry and popped it in my mouth. 
Victoria slid the big “puke” bowl towards me.  Spencer picked up the ranch ketchup combo and smelled it.

“Gross, I was all for trying it until I smelled it.”

I grabbed another fry, dipped it in the sauce combo and tried to feed it to him, he held his lips firmly together and shook his head.  “Either open or I’m smearing it on your lips.”

After a few seconds he opened his mouth so I shoved the fry in, Jocee moved the bowl to in front of him.  He chewed then swallowed, “That’s fucking disgusting!” he said and took a big drink of water. 
Jocee didn’t like the mix but Victoria loved it and high fived me.  Next I grabbed the small bowl of vanilla ice cream that was starting to melt and dipped French fry in it.  I loved the salty sweet taste and ate a couple more fries before I offered one to Spencer.  He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, quickly chewed and swallowed it. 

“Okay, that one I can handle but the other…hell no.” I kissed him then watched as Jocee and her sister finished off the fries by dipping them in the ice cream. 

“We're here.” Spencer whispered in my ear.  I had fallen asleep on the ride to the airport.

I looked out the window, there was a private jet with a double S on the tail piece, "This is yours?”
I asked

He laughed, “Yep, I offered to take you on vacation during spring break but you said you hated to fly.  You don’t have a choice now.”

“A little hint would be great and I’ll be able to relax a little.”

“It won’t take too long to get there.  Is that a good enough hint?”

“Uggg, NO.”

He laughed and held his hand out to help me out of the car, Joe grabbed our luggage from the trunk and carried into the plane. 
My mouth fell open when I looked around the private Jet, it only had six seats but they looked like over-stuffed recliners, down the hall was the bathroom and another door.  Spencer sat down and patted the seat next to him, a male steward put our bags away for us and told us the flight would be smooth.  But he didn’t say where or how far we were going. 

We had been in the air for almost two hours before I finally got brave enough to get out of my seat and go use the restroom.  It had a single sink, small toilet, and a shower with a small bench seat in the corner.  I was in the shower when Spencer came in, “Are you okay?  Or are you freshening up before we get there?”

“I’m fine I couldn’t resist this cute shower, so yes, I’d say I’m freshening up.” I smiled at him.  He stripped out of his suit and got in with me, “After this we’ll go relax in the bedroom, how does that sound?”

“There’s a bedroom?”

He laughed, “That’s what the other door is, I was going to show it to you before we took off but you were pretty pale and shaky so I figured I’d wait.”

“You of all people I would think should have some cute little blonde with big boobs in flight with you.” I wrapped my arms around him.

“I was thinking about getting another cat, Frank needs a friend.  Or maybe a dog?  We could get a new kitten and a puppy?” he said completely ignoring what I said first.

“Spencer…”

“Hmm?”  he ran his hands up my sides around to my front then covered my breasts with them. 

“Why did you change the subject?”

“I did?” he was trying to play dumb.

“Yes, did you have a cute little big boobed
stewardess?”

“Yes.” He replied but was now moving in to kiss my neck so I pulled away.

“And?”

“I fired her.”

“Why?”

“You don’t want to know the answer to that.” He told me.

I stepped away from him, crossed my arms over my chest and waited for him to tell me. 

“Fine…you can’t get mad at me.  It was before you!”

I raised an eyebrow at him waiting for him to continue. 

“I fucked her, more than once in flight, the last time we did she told me she loved me.  So, I fired her, she knew the rules with me.”

“You…in that...I’m not going to sleep in that bed with you!”

“Alexia shut up, I had the bed removed and a new one put in the same week.  That bed is brand new.  I’ll buy a new jet if you want me to.”

I shook my head and got out of the shower since the water was now cold, “I believe you, but, what about that guy, is he her replacement?”

“Yes. And he’s gay.”  He said as
he dried off, “And before you say it, no, I don’t know that from experience, he told me.”  We each put a robe on and went into the small bedroom.

We pulled the comforter back and got in bed, “Have you been in any of the other boxes
before me?” I asked Spencer.

“I’ve been in both
threesome boxes a few times but that’s it.”

I looked up at him, “What’s a
threesome like?  Personally I think it’d be pretty hot to sleep with two guys.  I’m not sure I could do it with another woman.”

He shook his head ‘no’ at me, “Not gonna happen, I’
m not sharing you.  To answer your question though, the two chic’s was pretty hot.  Watching another woman get her pussy tongue fucked while she was sucking my dick but it doesn’t even begin to compare to how hot my body gets for you.” He smiled as he slid a finger inside of me.  “Is it the dirty talk or the thought of another chic eating this pussy out that’s got you turned on?”

I tried to imagine what another woman down there doing that to me would feel like but it didn’t turn me on, it was the dirty talk he was doing. 

“Definitely the dirty talk.” I gripped my hand around his hard thick cock. 

“
You’re going to be part of the mile high club if you keep that up.” He told me.

“That’s the best you can do when it comes to dirty talk?  We always have slow passionate sex why can’t you just fuck me hard?”

“I don’t think you want that, besides, I like taking my time with you.”

I rolled my eyes, “I enjoy that too, please?” 

Spencer growled then pulled his cock out of my hand and moved so he was hovering over me.  His body was something that I could never get enough of, it was his powerhouse.  Every muscle so defined and coiled as he hovered over me.  “If I hurt you, you’d better fucking tell me to stop…okay?” He asked.

I nodded my head and bit my bottom lip. He stared at me looking from my lips to my eyes then back into my eyes.  The grin that spread across his face made my insides tighten and my blood start pumping faster.  His mouth covered my nipple whil
e his hand slid back down to my moistened pussy lips.  I could tell he was being hesitant, then suddenly he pulled my nipple between his teeth.  “Fuck squeeze my fingers again.” He growled as he moved to my other nipple and repeated what he had just done.  “You like the pain don’t you?  You are just waiting for it to be my cock that’s filling up this tight fucking pussy.  I’m going to lick and suck on your clit, then I’m going to tongue fuck you until you’re ready to explode.”  He moved his slickened fingers to my rear entrance and massaged it, “Then I’m going to fill this hole up with my dick.  Do you think you can handle that?”

He was looking up at me waiting for me to answer so I nodded my head quickly, I gasped when he flicked my clit with his tongue
.  He pulled me to the very edge of the bed and spread my legs apart.  I sat up onto my elbows and watched him, he was watching me each time he sucked on my clit he would push his fingers in deeper, then pull them out and slide them to my rear hole.  I looked at his other hand that was gripping tightly around his cock and stroking it as he stuck his tongue inside of my pussy.  “Oh god…Spencer.”

He smiled at me but didn’t stop the rhythm he had going alternating between thrusting his fingers in and out of me, then his tongue.  “You can’t cum yet, I want to be deep inside you when you do.  If you cum I’ll stop.”

I took a deep breath and laid back, “Oh god yes…” I sighed when he stuck a finger inside of my rear.  It was slick with my own cum and his spit so there was very little pain.  I pulled my knees closer to my shoulders opening up as much as I could for him.  He was still stroking his cock, pushing two fingers inside of my pussy and one into my rear.  I trembled and breathed faster as one orgasm covered his fingers with more wetness.  “Spencer, please, I can’t…please fuck me.” He stood up and positioned himself at my pussy, he would push just the tip in then pull out and slide it down to my ass.  Over and over again, then he plunged his cock inside of my pussy.  In one thrust the tip was pressing hard against my cervix, he didn’t rest or stop he pulled out then slammed back inside of me. 

“Roll over.” He demanded and pulled out of me. 

I rolled over, Spencer spread my knees apart and pushed them so that only my shoulders were touching the bed.  “Fucking perfect...” he pushed his cock inside of me drenched pussy.  “God damn…touch your clit.” He growled.  I moved my hand beneath me and started circling my clit with light pressure.  He pulled out and slid his cock between my ass cheeks.  “Not yet, I’ll wait to fuck you here.” He slid his cock back inside of my pussy. 

We were both breathing heavy and sweating, my pussy muscles ached with the need to cum, with his hands on my hips he started pumping faster and circling his hips each time he thrust harder inside of me.  “Ready?” he breathed out?

One final thrust and we both exploded with our orgasms, his cum tickled against my insides causing be to orgasm harder.  He leaned down so his chest was covering my back, “Fuck, are you okay?” he asked while still breathing heavy.

“Mmmmhmm.” I sighed.  My body was completely limp, when he pulled out of me I whimpered and tightened my muscles around him. 

“Stop it, damnit, I already fucked up the dirty talk.  Once I stuck my fingers in you I went stupid and forgot every dirty word I know.”  He pushed his still hard cock back inside of me.  “We’ll try more when we get home.”  He slapped my ass cheek then pulled out.