But I can still remember just the way you taste
Staind
Chapter Five
Shamus
I was covered in sweat with my back against the headboard as Brittany sucked me into her mouth. I am a guy and I am getting head, so I cannot be held accountable for the various noises I make or the fact I am now thrusting into her mouth. Good as it felt, I wasn’t into it as much as I should have been. I looked down to the blond head that bobbed at my dick and felt that old familiar knot in my stomach. I remembered a night forever ago when Jerry was crabbing and the house in Gig was all mine for the four months he was away. Cassa came over that night after she left work. She stood at my door rubbing her arms for warmth while she waited for me to open the door, rushing into them once I did.
Kissing up my neck, she was tugging at my jeans in an attempt to get them off. "I need you..." she had panted before taking me into her mouth. I backed my body against the wall and let her blow me, right there in the front of the door I had barely heard slam shut when the first lick of her mouth encased me . Her hot mouth was heaven next to her pussy. She took my length and thickness like a champ, sucking and licking me the way I liked, the way I taught her. Knowing that she had never tasted a dick, never had one inside of her anywhere made me feel like the rock star I would become. I taught her what I liked, my hand on her head guiding her deeper and faster. My voice telling her to‘suck me harder’. My dick was her teacher and she was the student and the best head I ever had.
How many others had she given the gift of her mouth too?
The memory jolted me back to the present, crushing my chest when I saw the blond head bobbing. I let his mind drift back into the memory, now that I had a better visual I was definitely into the head I was getting now. I wrapped my fingers in Brittany's hair and moaned deep and let my mind go.
Sass took me deep to the back of her throat, swallowing me letting her legs spread out as she crouched before me. I watched her perfect mouth take me in and out, her sweet tongue danced in a wet slide over the tip as she squeezed a pearl tear from bright red head of my cock. She licked it off and went back down, root to tip. I was close and she knew it so she pumped me with her fist in deep fast strokes. She used her other hand to lick her palm before switching hands. She pumped me and her eyes were on me, a smile spread across her swollen red mouth. I thrust into her and exploded; I swore I would never forget the way my cum looked on her hand. She bent down and licked the stickiness with affection for me, not shy by my taste. I knew right then I could never love another. I pulled her up my body until she was flush against me and I kissed her deep, tasting myself in her mouth. I lifted her, without a word because we were beyond words, and carried my girl, my Sassy to my bed.
I flashed back to the present when my body convulsed in an awesome orgasm, right down pretty little Brittany's throat. When she pulled back from my cock she wasn't hiding her frustration. “What about me?" She wined and was crouched before me, naked as the day she was born, the woman was built. Two largetitt’sdanced before me as she climbed up my body. I didn't want to fuck her, not now and not ever. I wanted to crawl on my hands and knees to Sass and beg her to let me in, beg her to let me show her what I wanted. But I pulled Brittany up and over the side of the bed so her back was to me.
"I like to fuck from behind." I said, hating myself more each time. She climbed on all fours, baring herself for me without hesitation. I couldn’t feel bad for fantasizing of Cassa while I fucked her from behind. She was in it for my status, she wanted to fuck a rock star and I had used her to make Cassa jealous thinking she was still married.
I reached for the rubber and rolled it down my length, my free hand knotting into her hair.
I controlled her body like I do my drums. Owned it, owned her, made her come and made her scream, I even came again. But every thrust I thought of Sass and wished like hell it was her beneath me.
*
I placed a call for a cab first thing in the morning. I was sending Brittany home, her plane ticket waiting at will call. I was polite and explained I appreciated her affection but that she knew the score and there was nothing left between them. I may fuck an obscene amount of women but I also treated them with an obscene amount of respect.
After sending her off I made the calls to the guys, none of them answering because they were still pissed off at my accusations toward Cassa. Apparently they had all stayed in touch with her when I thought only Noah had through Carrie and Candey. I wanted answers on why none of them said a fucking word. I wanted to confront them last night, but I was busy shaking hands of the men my dad had worked with. Every one of those crabbers had a story to tell me about my dad. By the time everything wound down I just wanted a distraction before I broke into a million pieces. Brittany was that distraction.
Now none of them would answer the phone, even Mikey who I was most angry at. Mikey was my closest friend, the only one who knew the truth why I left and how much I regretted it.
I couldn’t stop her words from replaying in my mind, couldn’t make images stop flashing either. I closed his eyes and saw a that piece of shit hitting my baby. It made me furious to knowshe had been violated. I was willing to let her move on and be happy, had planned on meeting Cory for the first time last night. I never expected to hear how things went down. It only increased my never ending guilt for leaving her behind. She was never supposed to be miserable. My leaving was supposed to make her happy once she moved on. She may have moved on but not for the better.
Knowing I had to get down to the dock and start cleaning out the boat I headed for the shower, thoughts of a beaten down Cassa and saying goodbye to my dad thrashing against my skull.
*
Cassa
I pulled up to Jerry's house like I told Shamus I would; preparing myself for that little bitch Britt opening the door. Today I may just let her have it. Sure I was being unreasonable but that girl was bad news looking for a good ride.
I knocked on the door but there was no answer. “So like him to forget I was coming by.” I said to myself while I worked my spare key in the lock hoping and praying I wouldn’t find Shamus mid thrust into thefangirl.
Walking through the house I had loved so much, seemed vacant now and there was definitely no signs of Brittany. Even in my mind I said her name with disdain. The house felt like Jerry took every drop of love with him when he died. I picked up my box and headed down the hall towards the bathroom and-
“Oh my God!” I screamed before spinning and turning my back. Shamus stood before me, fresh from the shower. His barely there hair was still wet and little drops of water still pressed to his perfectly defined chest. Water dripped from his lashes and chin and I could smell his soap mixing with the faint scent of toothpaste. I refused to look, terrified Brittany would follow him out just as naked and just as wet.
Get out Cassa this is dangerous territory.
“Hey.” He said before stepping behind me and into his room. “I was wondering when you were gonna pop in.”
Um, so he was just going to pretend that this was normal?
“Yeah.” I said trying to stifle the fire burning inside relaxing a fraction when I realized he was alone. I had to literally hold back from running in that room and ripping that towel from his hips. “I uh… I didn’t have a number to call sorry I…this is a bad time I’ll come back later.”
Run damn it!
