Sweet Little Lies

Fuck, now I needed a cold shower. It was like I was fifteen again and the house cleaner my dad had hired was bouncing around in low cut tops and no bra in front of me daily. She had kept me in a constant state of arousal. I’d masturbated to the image of her tits for weeks, until she walked in and caught me. She went down on her knees and sucked me off that day. Shaking my head, I shoved that memory away. Hilda had become one of my stepmothers a few months later. Just more of my twisted childhood.

I was walking out of the kitchen when the front door swung open. “STONE!” Presley’s voice echoed through the apartment. Nothing could have gotten rid of my hard on any faster. Motherfucker, I wasn’t in the mood for this.

Rounding the corner, I found her there with black streaks of mascara running down her face as she sobbed dramatically. This was an act. I knew it just like I’d always known her fake displays of emotion. I watched her as she put her show into motion.

“He took my money. Stole from me! Then left!” she wailed.

I wasn’t surprised. The man was a con artist. I had tried to tell her that when she moved in with me the last time he had abandoned her. This time I wasn’t wasting my breath.

“Why are you barging into my home unannounced? I wasn’t aware I needed to change the locks. There’s a doorbell. Use it.” My tone was cold. Flat. Bored.

She paused a moment. Not prepared for that response. She had hoped for concern. Sympathy. And I wasn’t reacting the way she wanted. Her routine would need a last-minute adjustment. I could see it in her eyes as she quickly changed her course. “I know you warned me but I was hurt, Stone. You had that woman here. You know how I feel about you. And she was thrown in my face, where I lived. It hurt me. I wanted to feel loved and Wesley made me feel that way.”

They were a good pair. Presley and Wesley. They both used others for their benefit until they were finished with them. I had no time for this. I was used to being alone here. Now, this was Beulah’s home too. I wanted my life with her to be just that. With her. Presley couldn’t be a part of that. She wouldn’t want to.

“You’re grown. You have a job and can get a place of your own. You’re living here was temporary. Things have changed. It’s no longer an option for you to live here.”

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked the time. “It’s almost eight and I need to get dressed for work. The next time you decide to enter my home without an invitation I will call the police.”

I didn’t give her time to react. To get angry. I walked past her. Opened the front door and held it open. “Goodbye, Presley.”

She didn’t move. Her eyes narrowed and she glared at me. When she didn’t get her way she often acted like an irate five-year-old. “You’re tossing me out?” her voice was incredulous.

“You left already. I never had to toss you.”

“You pushed me away. Over and over. I love you, but you won’t see that. You don’t care. You can’t love.” Her anger eased some. She was changing course. “We were good, Stone. You fucked me like I have never been fucked,” she dropped her voice to what she thought was a sexy tone. “I loved having your dick shoved down my throat. Making me gag. Pushing too far. Having your hot come on my tongue. I still taste it. Want it. I’m thirsty for it.” She was now closing in on me. As her hands reached to touch me, I grabbed them both and moved her back.

“Don’t touch me. It’s time for you to go.”

She wasn’t going to be easily convinced. “Don’t you want it? My mouth sucking hard on your dick. Like a lollipop on my lips. My fingers inside me pleasuring myself as I take all of you as far down my throat as I can—”

“You’re wasting my time. The answer is no. I don’t want my dick near any part of you. I’m sure there are thousands of men who do. Go find one.”

Fury was there in her eyes and I knew she was about to snap. At least we had come to the end of this ridiculous visit.

“It’s her, isn’t it? She’s still here! You’re fucking her! She’s white trash, Stone! Low class—”

I reached for her and grabbing her arm I physically moved her out of my apartment. This was for her safety. Hearing her speak about Beulah like that was pushing me to a place she’d never seen me and didn’t want to experience.

“Leave,” I commanded.

“Is it that good?” she spat at me. “It’ll get old. Her trashy roots can’t keep you happy. You like expensive things, Stone.”

“I’m closing this door and giving you three minutes to exit this building before I call the police to escort you out. Do I make myself clear?”

She threw her shoulders back like I had insulted her. Like she hadn’t entered my home without an invitation. I didn’t wait for her to open her mouth and say anything more.

The slam of the door was a relief. It was the end to that part of my life. The end to fixing my dad’s loose ends. His world was not mine.

Beulah

AFTER CLOSING GERALDINE’S BEDROOM DOOR quietly, I left her there to nap. We had worked out in her garden today. Part of the time, she’d been here in the present. The other part it had been 1953. She was tired from her outing yesterday and asked me to help her reorganize her closet. However, when we had gotten up there she’d decided she needed rest. Five minutes later, she was softly snoring.

There were dishes in the dishwasher I needed to unload and dusting in the parlor I was going to get to today. It had been hard not to think about Stone all day. His smile, his scowl, his voice when he was inside me. Shivering at the thought, I went to the kitchen and stood there a moment. Remembering how he’d bathed me last night. Then how we had made love gently at first as the water hit us from above. So quickly it had turned naughty. Wild. With my entire front pressed against the marble wall of the shower while he entered me, his body covering mine. Every time he slammed into me, my feet lifted from the floor. He’d growled in my ear with every thrust.

Before I could reach my climax, he would pull back. Bringing me there time and again, then letting it fade slightly. I’d been so desperate that I began pleading for him to make me come.

He pulled my hair and bit my ear roughly. It was his words that had sent me crying and almost collapsing from the orgasm that hit me. “Next time I’m going to shove this dick in your pretty mouth and watch your eyes water as you gag. I want to see my come running down your neck. Coating you.”

All I had been able to think about since I woke up this morning was my mouth on him. I’d wanted to try it this morning, but I couldn’t be late. Instead, I had fantasized about it whenever I got a chance.

Walking over to the pantry, my thoughts were on my mouth doing things to Stone. The hand that reached out and grabbed my wrist when I opened the door startled me, and before I could scream a hand covered my mouth. I was pulled into the dark pantry. My mind was trying to figure out what was happening and what to do. I couldn’t let whoever this was find Geraldine.

“It’s me,” Stone said in my ear. He removed his hand and I let out a relieved breath before spinning around to face him.

“What in the world are you doing? Trying to scare me to death?” I asked unable to see his face clearly in the darkness. The light seeping from under the pantry door gave us enough illumination that I could make out his body in front of me.