1 || High and dry
He’s hitting her again. Turning her into his punching bag. Motherfucker. I knew that would happen the moment he staggered into the house, drunk and barely able to stand on his own. Oh, well. She chose this. She chose the wife beater. I tune out their voices and her cries, trying desperately to focus on me.
Denise screams and a groan escapes my lips. It’s always like this on his drunk nights. Silence for a while, then her screams. I release my dick and blood rushes to my shaft. Fucking great. Another night ruined.
Thanks to them, I can’t get off tonight again. I stare at my handsome self in the mirror. Broad shoulders, toned abs and biceps. Wrinkles mar my forehead and my lips quirk. They couldn’t have waited for me to finish wanking, eh? Just a few minutes more. I stare at my throbbing erection and back into the mirror.
Well, fuck me and say hi to blue balls tonight. I hate this new lifestyle. I turn on the tap to rinse my sticky hands. The goddamn lube didn’t help much. Stupid Tina was supposed to show up today but she came up with a lame excuse last minute after sharing pictures of her tits and sexting me all night and half a day.
Who gets a man hard only to leave him high and dry?
I grip the sink and wait a few seconds for the frustration to pass and her screams to end. Her yells stop but my cock remains rigid and at attention. I return to my room and collapse to the bed with a groan.
Minutes later, I am still unable to sleep. My eyes are wide open as I stare into the dark. I toss and turn to no avail. They ruined my night. My cock aches from being erect for so long without any action. I wet my fingertips and rub circles around my shaft. It’s not the same as Alina doing it. Was that even her name?
It was a hook-up that barely involved talking. Ten minutes at the club and I knew I wanted to fuck the redhead. She slurred through the introductions but I forgave her slowness the second her mouth wrapped around my dick. What she lacked up there, she made up for it with her hot lips.
I shoot up from the bed and pull a jogger over my waist. Since I can’t sleep, I might as well take a walk. The sound of my room’s door opening echoes in the silence. I cringe. I am doing nothing wrong but I tiptoe to the kitchen to muffle the sound of my footsteps and pause at the entrance.
The lights are on.
There’s a figure crouched by the sink. My eyes trail her body from head to toe. She’s shaking. I cover the distance in a few strides to stand a few feet behind her. She doesn’t notice. I clear my throat and she jumps. The glass in her hand drops to the floor, shattering into a million pieces.
Water spills all over the tiles, she bends to pick the broken pieces. I sidestep the shards as best as I can to avoid hurting myself. She ignores my presence like she always does and I squat in front of her with a tiny smirk. “Hey,” I whisper. She doesn’t stop moving. “You don’t have to do it.”
We have maids. We have maids for fucking everything. I might have fucked one or two of them.
Denise doesn’t listen, she continues piling the glasses on one hand until she cuts herself. She hisses in pain, I do an even more stupid thing by prying the glass from her and a piece cuts me.
Blood trickles down my palm to the floor. We stare at the tiny, red pool it makes at our feet.
“You’re so stupid, David,” she whispers without looking up.
Her voice is smooth and soft. I am reminded about my crush on my elder brother’s wife and the attraction she tries so hard to fight. What I’ll give to fuck her just once. Jesus have mercy on me.
I fake a laugh. “Yeah. Stupid and clumsy.” And in lust with you.
Forgetting her wound, Denise takes my hand to inspect the extent of the damage on my palm. A strong current zaps through me at the contact and she drops my hand like a hot potato. I smirk.
She felt it too.
My legs protest from being bent for too long, I guess I need to frequent the gym more than twice a week. I stand and offer her a hand but she shakes her head, causing her hair to curtain her face.
Careful and on tiptoes, I manoeuvre to the other end of the kitchen to get a broom and dustpan. Denise is quiet as I clean up her mess. I finish up in silence and return the broom while she moves to the sink to rinse her hands. I stop behind her. Seconds pass but she doesn’t lift her head.
“Denise,” I breathe out.
Her body goes rigid as my arms slip around her waist from behind. If Darius walks in here, he might have both of our heads. My erection pokes her backside and an involuntary moan escapes me. I rest my jaw on her head. Denise might be a shortie but she’s the perfect fit for my height.
“Why do you continue to allow him to treat you like this?” Like a piece of rag. The first night I was here, I could barely sleep a wink. She spins in my embrace and shrugs. My gaze lowers to her face and my breath locks in my throat. What the–? My fingers trace the extent of the black spot over her eye. The spot is fast turning purple and her eyes are bloodshot. “Did he do this?”
She nods. “It’s not that bad.”
I press two fingers under her eye and she whimpers. “Not bad, huh?”
She bites her red, bruised lips, an innocent move that makes my cock twitch. Fuck Tina. A sinful image pops into my mind, lust overshadows concern. I picture Denise on her knees before me, easing me of today’s stress with her sweet, delicate lips. That mouth will look good on my dick.
Soft hands meet my chest. “David.”
The gentle whisper of my name gets me hard in an instant. All that is left is to bend her over the sink and fuck her until she’s sore. I snap out of my daydream and release her before I start thinking with my cock instead of my head. The small distance between us allows me to collect my thoughts and give myself the much needed reminder. This is not the right time to allow these obscene thoughts. Denise is off limits.
Her eyes lower to the bulge, I slip my hands into my pockets to hide it but she still notices. Denise takes another step away from me like the distance isn’t enough. “I think I’ll just go back inside,” she whispers.
“Wait...” I don’t want her to go in yet. I like being around her even if we are doing nothing. “We can...”
We can what? Talk? I want to do more than talk. Fuck is the best option but it’s a no. Denise gives me a quizzical look. This is the best time for me to offer an explanation for asking her to wait but I can’t think of anything. She releases a shaky breath and hugs herself, giving me a glimpse of her succulent breasts.
It’s official. I have a cold, lonely night ahead of me.
“We can pretend this night never happened.” It’s what she’s good at doing anyway. If I didn’t come out now, we would get on with our lives tomorrow. I point to the fridge. “I will get you some ice. Wait here.”
The fridge is fully loaded with fruits, crates of eggs, bottled water and some organic nonsense. I pull out a pack of frozen peas from the last row. It makes sense now why we have so many of them. I return to Denise and place the bag gently on her cheek. Did he punch her? That bastard son of a bastard father.
Her face contorts in pain, she places a hand on mine and my dick does a little jerk of agreement. I really need Jesus if this is how I will keep acting around my brother’s wife. Where’s the bastard? He’s probably sleeping after hitting her. I relax a bit till I realise she is trying to remove the ice pack. Not on my watch.
“Shh.” I press my finger to her mouth to keep her from talking. The more she talks, the more I want to fuck her. God help me. “It will help.” Denise tries to smile but it comes off as a grimace. “Trust me.”
My hands settle on either side of her, caging her between me and the sink. She holds the pack against her cheeks and closes her eyes. The little guy between my legs is on a break so I’m thinking straighter.
“Is it the sex?” I blurt out.
Darius has made a name for himself in that department. To be fair, the Anderson brothers were gifted in that area. Even our father. Man could knock out a horse. We aim to please the ladies. They always keep coming back for more. Still, there are a lot of good dicks around here. Good dicks with great attitude.
Her face registers the horror at my question. “No.” Her smile is sad. “He’s not very good at it.”
“Then why are you still with him?”
It makes no sense. It has never. She comes from an okay family. Money is not her problem. Why do women keep hoping the man will change? Denise tries to push past me but I’m a block of ice in her path.
“David…” Her hands come in contact with my chest to push me away but they stay put. I love the sound of my name from her lips. I lean forward so she has no other choice than to whisper a warning, “I… We... David.” We should move this somewhere more private. My lips lower to her neck. She moans. “David.”
That’s right. Chant my fucking name like it’s the Lord’s prayer.
My hand relocates to the front of her nightie and the other massages her soft ass. I squeeze one nipple and she whimpers. I love that sound. It’s the sound of a woman who wants me as much as I want her. My thumb brushes her other nipple, my teeth graze her shoulder. She smells lovely. Will she taste as lovely? My hand lowers to the front of her crotch, she sucks in a breath. I bury my face in the crook of her neck.
“I think of you when I’m wanking, Denise.”
Her struggles cease, I rub my nose against her neck and breathe in her scent. Fuck. I’m hard. Sinking my teeth into a particular spot on her neck, my tongue swipes over it when she whines. “David. Please...”
“Please what?” I knead her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “Tell me what you want, Denny.”
I’ll make both of our dreams come true at her command. “David,” she moans out.
I stop. My head draws back and I grab her jaw gently. “Yes, Denise,” I reply in the same breathless tone. “That’s how I want you to whisper my name when I fuck you.” She gasps, the bag of pea almost drops but I catch it. “On the bed. On the couch. On the floor. On the kitchen sink. Everywhere.” My thumb brushes a corner of her lips, she parts them and I slip a finger into her mouth. “I want you, Denise.”
“I’m married to your brother,” she forces out.
“Baby girl, you’re married to an animal.”
Denise pushes me again. This time, I let her go. She staggers a few feet ahead of me, stops when she is almost at the door. Slowly, she spins to face me and her arms wrap around herself like she’s protecting herself from me when the real enemy is the man she’s returning to his bed. The black spot covering her eye gives her the impression of the female Zuko, a character from my childhood animation—Avatar.
“Your brother might be an animal but we are still married.” I ground my teeth to keep myself from replying her silly statement. She is a bloody idiot. “As long as you will be here, please respect our union.”
