First time at Blue Moon Bay? Start here with Will's story from last week.
September 13th ~ RENEE
“Mommy, I’m hot,” Lizzie whined from the back of the wagon where her brother’s legs and both their backpacks covered her lap.
“I know. We’re almost there.” We should have already been there, waiting by the gated entrance in our air-conditioned Range Rover until the bus came. The same as every other school day before my husband resigned from the United States Senate because of the threesomes he'd had with his chief of staff and his chief of staff’s wife.
I shook my head for the millionth time. I wouldn’t have believed Bernice had it in her to handle two dicks. At least not until I, like the rest of the world, saw the video.
The wagon dipped off the curb throwing Jackson out and causing Lizzie to screech.
“I’m sorry,” I said and brushed gravel pebbles off my son’s knees as I collected him from the ground. A broken wheel laid next to the scene. My children and I stared at it waiting for someone, obviously not their father, to come along and fix it.
“Mommy, I want to ride to the bus stop in a wagon,” the little shit in the Infinity next to us said. I would have traded him. Our three wheels for his four.
The bus arrived, and the children of The Haven at Blue Moon Bay flowed through the folding door and into their seats. I waved as the bus pulled away. Not one of the women in cars acknowledged me as I leaned against the brick pillar flanking our development’s gate. “The Haven at Blue Moon Bay; A Planned Community,” read the stately sign at the entrance.
“Not my fucking plan,” I mumbled as I pulled my broken wagon toward the sidewalk.
The axle scraped against the pavement with a hideous screech until I kicked the wagon three feet away.
“Angry this morning,” The Neanderthal in the apartment above me said as he walked in circles, sweaty and breathing heavily from his morning run.
Normally, I would ignore him, but I needed something to punch. “You’re an ass.”
“Who told you?” He was completely unaware of the hatred spiraling inside of me and forming a vortex waiting to erupt.
I dragged the wagon a few feet leaving a trail of tragic red paint in its wake. Jax, as I’d heard him called by people who could tolerate him, laughed.
“Something funny, Moron?”
“No.” He kept smiling.
“Did it ever occur to you to offer to help me?”
“It actually did.” He stared at the wagon with a conflicted expression deepening the few lines on his face. He sighed before facing me again. “I have a rule about helping neighbors carry things.”
I stayed stone-faced, afraid if I moved I might attack him, prison would not improve my situation.
Jax rolled his eyes, but stepped closer to the pathetic relic of my happily married life that laid between us. He lifted the corner of the wagon as if testing the weight and still unsure about his participation.
“Just lift it.”
“Do you talk to everyone like this?” He picked the wagon up in a bear hug in front of him. “Or just the people you need help from?”
Without answering, I grabbed the lonely wheel and walked in front of him through the entrance to our building and up the stairs to my door.
Jax dropped the wagon at my feet. “Just so we’re clear, me carrying your crap is not in any way an indication that I would not fuck you.” He spoke with the leveled tone of a logical and intelligent person, but I assumed the sweat-covered meathead in front of me was neither of those things.
I was a bit repulsed and totally confused. “Why would we have sex and why would you helping me preclude us from doing so?”
He leaned against me until my back was against the door. His arm rested above my head. The heat poured off him and warmed me into silence. “I think what you need is to be fucked.”
I caught my breath and steadied my gaze from his bicep to his eyes. “I think you’re delusional.” He was, too. The last thing I needed was to dabble in the guy that lived above me in this sad little building where the poor people of The Haven at Blue Moon Bay lived. Men, in general, had lost their appeal to me the day the leasing company picked up my Range Rover from my former driveway and carried it away.
The anger welled up inside of me. I could have head-butted Jax until he fell to the floor if I’d been a few inches taller, or bit his exposed shoulder until it bled on the commercial-grade carpet beneath our feet. But instead, I reached down and took his balls in my hand. The urge to crush them between my fingers was replaced with the need to feel them in my mouth.
“I need a shower,” he leaned down and whispered in my ear.
“You are disgusting,” I said and unlocked my door.
We moved in unison. Him slamming the door behind us as we stumbled through my condo. He caught me before we fell to the ground and carried me with my legs wrapped around his waist to the bathroom at the end of the hall where he placed my feet back on the ground.
I watched him undress like a starved person waiting for a lasagna to bake. His hard dick fell from his shorts when he pushed them down, and I realized, Jax had something to be cocky about. Thank you, Jesus, I thought and turned on the shower.
He yanked my shirt over my head, and I tore off my bra. He stared at me for a half second before lowering my sweat pants and realizing I had on no underwear. None had been clean that morning. “You’re hot. Even for a chick with kids.”
“Please don’t speak anymore.”
He leaned in close and said near my ear, “I’m kidding.” Heat traveled with his words down my neck and settled at my clit.
As if in apology, he lifted my leg and rested it on his forearm while massaging me with his thumb and entering me with his finger. He pressed in and out as he watched, seemingly mesmerized by what he could do to my body. I was amazed, too. My breaths slowed to heavy, silent moans. When he switched to two fingers without losing his rhythm, I clenched around him throwing my head back and fighting for air.
“This is what you needed.” He fingered me harder. My hips thrust toward him wanting more each time he pulled out. “Not help with that wagon.” He pounded me with three fingers, stopping when I began to tremble.
"I'm going to come," I managed to say and dug my fingernails into his skin in anticipation.
“Not yet. I just needed to loosen you up,” he said with a sly smile and carried me to the shower. He held me high against the wall and thrust into me while I clenched his hair in my fists to hold on. He was in complete control of my body. The heat, the throbbing, the need for him coursed through me as he moved. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Shut up.” I said between gasps for air. I pulled him closer to my chest. I needed to feel his skin against mine. He was young and strong and my God, larger than I’d ever had inside of me before. He reminded me what life had been like before I’d settled.
He bit my shoulder and rage mixed with the desire for him to do it again.
I slapped him and the impact of my palm on his face shook me, but nothing slowed Jax down. Not until I clenched down around him yelling, “Fuck me, you animal.” My body jolted with the release it had craved for years. Tremors shook me until I couldn’t see or hear, but only feel Jax inside of me. I relaxed and slumped into his arms.
He finished while I hung onto him for my life. Huge breaths filled my body in response to the heavy throbbing between my legs.
“We should do this again tomorrow morning,” he said. I could barely concentrate on his words with is arms still wrapped around my waist.
He placed me gently on the floor and covered himself with soap before washing his hair. The scents of citrus and ginger surrounded us in the steam and brought me back to Earth. Jax was carefree and irresponsible. Two things I had no time for in my single mother life.
“That’s not possible.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t even like you,” I said and laughed a little. Not because it was untrue, but my morning had been so absurd.
“Is this because I carried that fucking wagon?”
“I know. We’re almost there.” We should have already been there, waiting by the gated entrance in our air-conditioned Range Rover until the bus came. The same as every other school day before my husband resigned from the United States Senate because of the threesomes he'd had with his chief of staff and his chief of staff’s wife.
I shook my head for the millionth time. I wouldn’t have believed Bernice had it in her to handle two dicks. At least not until I, like the rest of the world, saw the video.
The wagon dipped off the curb throwing Jackson out and causing Lizzie to screech.
“I’m sorry,” I said and brushed gravel pebbles off my son’s knees as I collected him from the ground. A broken wheel laid next to the scene. My children and I stared at it waiting for someone, obviously not their father, to come along and fix it.
“Mommy, I want to ride to the bus stop in a wagon,” the little shit in the Infinity next to us said. I would have traded him. Our three wheels for his four.
The bus arrived, and the children of The Haven at Blue Moon Bay flowed through the folding door and into their seats. I waved as the bus pulled away. Not one of the women in cars acknowledged me as I leaned against the brick pillar flanking our development’s gate. “The Haven at Blue Moon Bay; A Planned Community,” read the stately sign at the entrance.
“Not my fucking plan,” I mumbled as I pulled my broken wagon toward the sidewalk.
The axle scraped against the pavement with a hideous screech until I kicked the wagon three feet away.
“Angry this morning,” The Neanderthal in the apartment above me said as he walked in circles, sweaty and breathing heavily from his morning run.
Normally, I would ignore him, but I needed something to punch. “You’re an ass.”
“Who told you?” He was completely unaware of the hatred spiraling inside of me and forming a vortex waiting to erupt.
I dragged the wagon a few feet leaving a trail of tragic red paint in its wake. Jax, as I’d heard him called by people who could tolerate him, laughed.
“Something funny, Moron?”
“No.” He kept smiling.
“Did it ever occur to you to offer to help me?”
“It actually did.” He stared at the wagon with a conflicted expression deepening the few lines on his face. He sighed before facing me again. “I have a rule about helping neighbors carry things.”
I stayed stone-faced, afraid if I moved I might attack him, prison would not improve my situation.
Jax rolled his eyes, but stepped closer to the pathetic relic of my happily married life that laid between us. He lifted the corner of the wagon as if testing the weight and still unsure about his participation.
“Just lift it.”
“Do you talk to everyone like this?” He picked the wagon up in a bear hug in front of him. “Or just the people you need help from?”
Without answering, I grabbed the lonely wheel and walked in front of him through the entrance to our building and up the stairs to my door.
Jax dropped the wagon at my feet. “Just so we’re clear, me carrying your crap is not in any way an indication that I would not fuck you.” He spoke with the leveled tone of a logical and intelligent person, but I assumed the sweat-covered meathead in front of me was neither of those things.
I was a bit repulsed and totally confused. “Why would we have sex and why would you helping me preclude us from doing so?”
He leaned against me until my back was against the door. His arm rested above my head. The heat poured off him and warmed me into silence. “I think what you need is to be fucked.”
I caught my breath and steadied my gaze from his bicep to his eyes. “I think you’re delusional.” He was, too. The last thing I needed was to dabble in the guy that lived above me in this sad little building where the poor people of The Haven at Blue Moon Bay lived. Men, in general, had lost their appeal to me the day the leasing company picked up my Range Rover from my former driveway and carried it away.
The anger welled up inside of me. I could have head-butted Jax until he fell to the floor if I’d been a few inches taller, or bit his exposed shoulder until it bled on the commercial-grade carpet beneath our feet. But instead, I reached down and took his balls in my hand. The urge to crush them between my fingers was replaced with the need to feel them in my mouth.
“I need a shower,” he leaned down and whispered in my ear.
“You are disgusting,” I said and unlocked my door.
We moved in unison. Him slamming the door behind us as we stumbled through my condo. He caught me before we fell to the ground and carried me with my legs wrapped around his waist to the bathroom at the end of the hall where he placed my feet back on the ground.
I watched him undress like a starved person waiting for a lasagna to bake. His hard dick fell from his shorts when he pushed them down, and I realized, Jax had something to be cocky about. Thank you, Jesus, I thought and turned on the shower.
He yanked my shirt over my head, and I tore off my bra. He stared at me for a half second before lowering my sweat pants and realizing I had on no underwear. None had been clean that morning. “You’re hot. Even for a chick with kids.”
“Please don’t speak anymore.”
He leaned in close and said near my ear, “I’m kidding.” Heat traveled with his words down my neck and settled at my clit.
As if in apology, he lifted my leg and rested it on his forearm while massaging me with his thumb and entering me with his finger. He pressed in and out as he watched, seemingly mesmerized by what he could do to my body. I was amazed, too. My breaths slowed to heavy, silent moans. When he switched to two fingers without losing his rhythm, I clenched around him throwing my head back and fighting for air.
“This is what you needed.” He fingered me harder. My hips thrust toward him wanting more each time he pulled out. “Not help with that wagon.” He pounded me with three fingers, stopping when I began to tremble.
"I'm going to come," I managed to say and dug my fingernails into his skin in anticipation.
“Not yet. I just needed to loosen you up,” he said with a sly smile and carried me to the shower. He held me high against the wall and thrust into me while I clenched his hair in my fists to hold on. He was in complete control of my body. The heat, the throbbing, the need for him coursed through me as he moved. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Shut up.” I said between gasps for air. I pulled him closer to my chest. I needed to feel his skin against mine. He was young and strong and my God, larger than I’d ever had inside of me before. He reminded me what life had been like before I’d settled.
He bit my shoulder and rage mixed with the desire for him to do it again.
I slapped him and the impact of my palm on his face shook me, but nothing slowed Jax down. Not until I clenched down around him yelling, “Fuck me, you animal.” My body jolted with the release it had craved for years. Tremors shook me until I couldn’t see or hear, but only feel Jax inside of me. I relaxed and slumped into his arms.
He finished while I hung onto him for my life. Huge breaths filled my body in response to the heavy throbbing between my legs.
“We should do this again tomorrow morning,” he said. I could barely concentrate on his words with is arms still wrapped around my waist.
He placed me gently on the floor and covered himself with soap before washing his hair. The scents of citrus and ginger surrounded us in the steam and brought me back to Earth. Jax was carefree and irresponsible. Two things I had no time for in my single mother life.
“That’s not possible.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t even like you,” I said and laughed a little. Not because it was untrue, but my morning had been so absurd.
“Is this because I carried that fucking wagon?”