Rhett
Page 16“Hold on, a second.” I muttered and put the phone down. I kept my eyes closed and imagined Clementine sitting on my face and riding me as I f**ked her with my tongue. I could picture the look in her eyes as she came. I’d grab her h*ps so she couldn’t move and she’d scream as I made her orgasm. I groaned as I felt myself cumming in my hands. My body jerked for a few seconds and I opened my eyes slowly before reaching over for my washrag and wiping off my hands and cock. I picked the phone back up and spoke slowly.
“Hey, sorry about that.” I yawned into the phone, suddenly feeling tired.
“You okay?” She sounded concerned.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit tired.” I felt guilty talking to her on the phone, knowing I had just jerked off to thoughts of her riding my face.
“Oh okay. I’ll let you sleep. Thanks for telling me about what happens when a guy goes down on a girl.”
“No problem.” I whispered into the phone. “You can come to me for anything.”
“Thanks, Rhett.”
“Night, Clemmie.”
“Night, Rhett.” She hung up the phone and I lay back in the bed and groaned. I wasn’t sure what I was doing? Why was I suddenly obsessed with thinking sexual thoughts about Clementine? Part of me wanted to tell her that I could do more than tell her about oral sex. If she wanted, I could also show her what she’d been missing as well.
Chapter Eight
"I like the neon lights." Tomas walked around my vintage red 1986 Chevy pickup truck.
"Yeah, I thought it gave it the modern look." I grinned at him.
"You got a nitrous express kit as well?"
"Nah, just upgraded the engine, transmission and fuel."
"Oh you taking more octanes?"
"You better believe it." I zipped up my leather jacket and grinned at him.
"Dude you look like James dean." Tomas looked me over. "Very cool."
"I might just be the coolest dude in Charleston."
"Not cooler than me." He shook his head and then paused. "Whoa, mamacita. Isn't that Clementine? She's like sexy as shit." His eyes bulged as he looked to the right of me. I turned around and looked to see her. My heart stopped beating as I stared at her walking in a pair of tight black leather pants and a white top. Her hair was curled and she was grinning from ear to ear. I stared at her body and shifted as I felt myself growing hard. Then I saw Elliott next to her and frowned.
"Who's the dude?" Tomas sounded taken aback.
"Some asshole." I muttered as my eyes narrowed. This guy was seriously getting under my skin.
"Yo, you need to take care of him." Tomas hissed. "He looks like a papi chulo."
"He looks like a douche."
"Man I think I know him." Tomas frowned. "What's his name?"
"Elliott." I grunted, not able to stop myself from staring at Clementine.
"Yeah, that's him." Tomas nodded. "He dated this chick I used to mess with last year. Apparently he's packing." He made a face. "Not that I know personally, but this girl, Jackie, she said he was into some kinky ass shit."
"He likes f**king up the ass." Tomas made a face. "And he's into that bdsm shit."
"Huh, okay." I frowned. "Clementine's not down for that."
"Dude, you know these bitches. They down for everything. You know how many chicks tell me they don't suck cock? You know how many chicks I got sucking my c**k at every traffic light?" Tomas raised an eyebrow at me. "I'm not trying to raise no trouble. I don't know what you and Clementine got, big Elliott ain't no sheep. He looks all innocent, but that dude be f**king at sex clubs and all sorts of shit."
"Sex clubs?" I looked at Tomas in disbelief and then back at Elliott and Clementine. "Really?"
"I'm just telling you what I heard." Tomas shrugged and I felt myself tensing up again.
"Hold on, stay by the truck. I'm going to go and get them. I'll be right back." I made my way over to Clementine time and touched her on the shoulder. "Hey you." I smiled at her as she grinned at me.
"Hey." She reached out and gave me a big hug. "I've been looking for you."
"I'm over there with Tomas." I pointed to the corner of the parking lot and grabbed her arm. "Come and see the truck."
"Elliott's here as well." She nodded behind her and smiled widely. "He was excited to see all the trucks."
"Sure he was." I said slowly and nodded in his direction. I knew that Elliott had no interest in vintage pickup trucks. He just didn't want to see me and Clementine go anywhere without him. "Come." I grabbed her hand and led her across the packed parking lot. There must have been at least 35 trucks and about two hundred people there already. Everyone was talking loud and fast and someone was blasting some Kenny Chesney through their car speakers.
"Are you hungry?" I asked as we made our way to my truck. I could see some guys staring at her with lewd stares and it was pissing me off.
"A bit." She shrugged. "I think Elliott and I are going to go and eat afterwards."
"Oh where are you going? Maybe I'll come too."
"Oh." She bit her lip and looked behind. "I don't know."
"You don't know what?" I gave her a quick look and noticed she was nibbling her lower lip.
"I think Elliott wanted us to have a private dinner."
"Oh I'm sure he won't mind me coming along." I smiled widely. "Right, Elliott?" I looked behind and gave a big smile. "You're a champ aren't you?"
"What?" He gave me a dirty look and I saw him staring at my hand on Clementine’s arm.
"Nothing." I smiled at him. "We can talk over dinner."
"Rhett." Clemmie shook her head at me. "You're horrible."
"I'm not so bad." I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"What's that for?" She gave me a surprised look.
"For being my rock." I grinned. "Thanks for coming out, even if it wasn't with me."
"I wouldn't have missed it for the world." She grinned at me and reached over and flicked something off of my face. "You had a bug on your cheek." She whispered and we stared at each other for a few seconds.
"Thanks for being my bug protector as well."
"Hey ms sexy."
"Tomas." She giggled. "Stop." She paused and then grabbed a sour looking Elliott. "Elliott this is Tomas. He's one of Rhett's good friends."
"Hi." Elliott nodded.
"Nice to meet you idiot." Tomas spoke in a highly accented voice and I snickered.
"It's Elliott." Elliott frowned.
"That's what I said." Tomas spoke slowly. "Idiot."
"Whatever." Elliott rolled his eyes. "I'm ready to go whenever you are honey." He put his arms around Clementine’s waist and pulled him towards him. "Oh you're cold." He rubbed her shoulders and I bit my lower lip and looked away.
"Just a bit." She nodded. "Hey, Penelope's coming by the way."
"Oh?" I made a face. "Yay."
"Don't be mean, Rhett." She gave me a stern look.
"I'm never mean." I smiled at her and she smiled back.
"So doesn't she look great?" I pointed at the truck.
"She looks gorgeous." Clementine nodded and admired the truck. "You've outdone yourself this time, Rhett."
"This time?" Elliott spoke up. "You've done this more than once?"
"This is the fourth vintage truck I've fixed up."
"Oh." He didn't look impressed. "I guess you don't study much, so you have time."
"Yeah, that's it." I rolled my eyes and turned to Tomas. "Dude, I need a beer. You got any?"
"Here you go." He threw me a van of bud light. "I bought a 24 pack so I got you covered."
"Thank you." I grinned at him and opened the beer. "Want some?" I handed the can to Clementine and she nodded and chugged.
"Thanks." She handed it back to me with a smile.
"That's not very hygienic." Elliott frowned at us.
"You think not?" I laughed. "I used her toothbrush a few weeks ago. I'm guessing that's way worse."
"Rhett." She made a face at me. "That's gross."
"Hey, what's some shared food particles?" I grinned at her and she shook her fist at me while Elliot's eyes narrowed at me. I took another chug of beer and let out a large burp. "Why, excuse me?" I winked at Clementine and she laughed.
"I swear he's not normally like this." She looked over at Elliott and I could see him frowning and whispering something. "We can't leave yet." She whispered back. "Penelope isn't even here yet."
"Here you go bro." He threw me another can and opened another one himself. "Dude, did I tell you that bartender called me the other night."
"Oh yeah?"
"I titty f**ked her all night." He grinned.
"Nice." I grinned at him.
"Really guys?" Elliott sounded pissed. "That's not appropriate talk in front of a lady."
"My bad." Tomas apologized. "Would you rather talk about how you like to take them up the ass?" He paused and took another chug of beer as Elliott's face grew red. "What I wanna know is why you like it up the ass more than the pussy? Actually don't tell me, it's cos you can't impregnate them up the ass, isn't it?" He took another chug of beer and grinned at me. We all stood there in silence and I could see Elliott fuming. I looked to see if Clementine was upset, but felt a warm feeling spreading through me as I saw her lips twitching, that's my girl I thought. She hasn't lost her twisted sense of humor.
"It's Penelope." Clementine pulled her ringing phone out of her pocket. "Hold on, I'm coming to get you." She shouted into the phone. "Stay at the front." She gave me a quick look. "I'm going to go and get Penelope. I'll be right back."
"I'll come with you." Both Elliott and I exclaimed, but she shook her head.
"You guys stay here. I'll be fine by myself. I'll be right back." She quickly left the group and walked away with all three of us staring at her pert ass as she walked away.
"Damn, but she's fine." Tomas exclaimed and threw me another beer.
"Yeah, she is." Elliott exclaimed and smiled. "I'm going to enjoying feeling up on her ass tonight."
"What did you say?" I froze and looked at him with hatred in my eyes.
"I said I'm going to enjoy feeling up on her ass tonight." He repeated with a tight smile. "And sucking on her nipples." He licked his lips. "She's got some big ol' titties." He grinned. "Maybe she'll let me titty f**k her." He looked over at Tomas. "Thanks for the idea. I know she's a Virgin, so I might not be able to f**k her for a few weeks, but I can wait. Her pu**y is sure to be sweet and tight." He stared right at me. "But who knows, she might let me titty f**k her tonight instead."
"I swear if you lay a hand on her, you jackass." I grabbed him around the neck and pulled him towards me. "I will f**k your sorry ass up, mother fucker."
"I'm so scared." He spit out, but I could see that his eyes were afraid of what I was going to done next. I was so angry that I was about to hit him, but then I saw Clementine walking back towards us with Penelope. I didn't need to give them any more reasons to make me look bad. I let go of his shirt and stepped back and opened a new can of beer and chugged it all down.
"We're back." Clementine walked over to me and looked me in the face. "You okay?"
"I'm fine." I looked away from her.
"Hmm." She frowned. "You don't look good."
"I'm fine." I looked at her briefly and I could see the worry in her face. "I'm fine, trust me."
"Okay." She sighed and looked over at Elliott who was talking to Penelope. "Do you want a beer guys?"
"No thanks." They both shook their heads. I stared at Penelope. She was wearing a black strapless dress with no bra. Her titties were practically popping out the top of the dress. She wasn't leaving much to the imagination and I saw Tomas staring at her as well.
"Nice dress." I called over to her and looked down. It barely covered her ass and I wondered if she'd worn it deliberately hoping to get laid tonight.
"Thanks." She nodded and looked away from me with a small smile. I stared at her for a second and remembered what Jake had said. Maybe he'd been right. Maybe she was so pissy towards me because she had a thing for me. She wouldn't be the first one to fall for my baby blues.
I watched as Clementine walked over to Elliott and he stood behind her and put his arms around her waist. He started kissing her neck and I saw his hands moving up and down her stomach and dangerously close to her breasts. I started breathing heavier as I watched them. What the f**k was Clementine doing allowing him to touch her like that? I saw him whispering something in her ears and she stared laughing.