Untouchable

July 19th 2015



The sun shining through the windows of my villa, beating on my face, stirs me awake. I groan as I smash my arm across my face, shielding my eyes from the sun, because the second I open my eyes, it blinds me and causes my head to throb.

Fuck me—my head hurts like a motherfucker! How much did I drink last night? The entire fucking bar?

I let out another low groan as I attempt to roll away from the goddamn sunlight that is forcing my head to split open. I need some aspirin as soon as possible before I die from the worst hangover of my entire fucking life.

As soon as I roll over, I suddenly feel the air get knocked from my lungs. Lying beside me, sleeping soundly, with mud speckled across her beautiful freckled face and some in her hair, is Raven.

How the hell did she end up in my room? And why is she covered in mud?

I try to remember what I did last night, but everything is a big, black blur. All I know is I need to get Raven up and out of here before her mom decides to stop by her villa or my dad has the bright idea to stop by mine. The last thing we need right now is them finding her here—especially naked in my bed.

I’m finding it really hard to focus with her lying here naked. I can’t help but laugh at that one, because I’m sure as hell hard as a fucking brick under these sheets as I take in her perfect breasts peeking out at me from the top of the sheet, while she lies next to me, sleeping peacefully.

Even with my head feeling as if the entire PGA tour is in there, slamming golf balls around inside of it, I still find myself horny and ready to fuck the shit out of her all over again. Especially since I can’t remember being with her last night.

That pesky voice in the back of my head is saying, You better have another round, because if you don’t remember it, then it doesn’t count as banging her again after all of this time of waiting. That was just a waste of a good fuck.

Shit. Shit. Shit!

Now panic is consuming me as I lift the sheet and stare down at my hard dick begging me to let it play with her delicious pussy, but all I can think about is, I pray to God I wrapped this sonofabitch up last night!

Wouldn’t it be just fucking dandy to have to say, ‘Hey, Dad, and now my beautiful stepmom, guess what?! You’re about to become grandparents to your stepchildren's baby!’

We’d have to have an ambulance on standby when we broke the news, because they’d have a fucking heart attack right there on the spot.

Rolling back towards the edge of the bed, I look around for a condom wrapper, but see none.

My once hard erection has now slowly wilted as my brain starts to run a million thoughts a minute. I rip the blankets off of myself, swing my legs over the edge of the bed, and climb to my feet. I ignore the throbbing in my head and scurry around the room, trying to find clothes to throw on.

Everything I wore last night is lying on the floor, covered in mud. I still need to try to figure this whole thing out. Plus, it’s a fucking suit. I can’t throw a suit back on. I pad across the room to my closet, which I thankfully hung everything in the first night we arrived in Napa Valley, and grab the first t-shirt I find and a pair of khaki shorts. I slip them on and then make my way into the bathroom to pop a few migraine pills before finally deciding it’s time to conquer the biggest task of all: getting Raven up and dressed, and hopefully she can fill me in on what the fuck went down between us last night before she gets the hell out of here and back to her villa before our entire lives implode on us.

I can only hope my dad and her mom celebrated their wedding so hard last night that they’re lying in their villa passed out from way too much wine and celebrating, giving me time to get all of this sorted out.

Of course, I think too soon, because the moment I walk back into my bedroom to wake up Raven, I hear a knock at my front door, followed by the sound of my father entering the house, yelling to me, “Linc? Are you alive in here, or do I need to send for the Cavalry?” I hear him continue to shout for me from the front of the villa.

Shit, I never locked the door last night!

Of course not, because I was too drunk to think about locking the damn door. I was too distracted by the thought of fucking Raven to think clearly!

I’m so screwed.





April 5th 2015



I’m balls-deep inside Sara—I think she said that was her name. It doesn’t matter. It’s not like I plan on ever seeing her after this. I was in desperate need of a distraction, and she was more than willing to volunteer. She showed up at my house with a few of her friends tonight to have some drinks with my friends and me. When I saw Raven leaving with her friend Tessa to go out tonight, I felt a pang of jealousy hit me like a fucking semi. I knew right then and there I had to do something to stop that unfamiliar feeling from consuming me. Of course, nothing works better than being deep inside a new hot and willing chick.

I'm desperate to push any thoughts of her from my head. What happened between us the other night was a mistake. A major lapse in judgement. It should have never happened, but it did. I’ve been with a lot of women in my lifetime, and not once have I fucked a girl and felt anything besides relief that I got to make my dick happy, and the girl always willingly left when I was finished with her. I don’t do that mushy ‘feelings’ shit. But with Raven, it was different, and that is exactly why I knew the next morning I fucked up big time.

Right now, Sara’s digging her nails into my ass, screaming out in ecstasy as I ram her over and over, chasing my own orgasm, when all of a sudden, I hear someone banging on my bedroom wall.

“Can you hurry up and finish, jackass? Some of us are trying to go to sleep! I have a fucking plane to catch in less than twelve hours!” Raven’s voice hits me like a bucket of ice. I didn’t think she’d be back already.

Fuck.

I freeze as Sara and I both turn our heads toward the bedroom wall. “Who was that?” she snaps as she turns hers eyes up to mine.

“Vivian’s daughter—this is her house. I didn’t think she’d be home already. She can be such a bitch,” I mumble as I pull out of her. My dick is quickly going down as thoughts of Raven and what she just heard invade my thoughts.

Propping herself up on her elbows, Sara stares at me, blinking in shock. “What are you doing?”

I remove the condom and toss it into the trashcan next to my bed before grabbing my briefs and slipping them back on quickly. I glance at Sara as I get dressed. “I think you should leave. I don’t want to deal with her bullshit. I know if you stay and we finish what we started, she’ll just cause a bigger scene.”

I don’t doubt for a second if I ignored her little outburst just now, she would pull the same shit again within seconds. She’s flying back to Long Beach tomorrow, and then I can go back to my life the way I like it. Raven-free.

Sliding off of the bed, Sara collects her clothing that was discarded around the room, and begins dressing, making sounds of annoyance and frustration while doing so. In record time, she’s dressed and slipping back into her heels.

Stepping towards the bedroom door, she grips the doorknob and glares back at me. “Bye, Linc.” The tone of her voice lets me know I’ll probably never be hearing from her again, which doesn’t break my heart. It only makes me feel relief. I know I won’t have to deal with trying to let her down gently after I’d finish fucking her.

I don’t say anything back; instead, I just nod my head and wait for her to walk out. As she does, I grip the door, keeping it open, and watch as she descends the staircase. As soon as I hear the front door slam shut, I turn my attention to Raven. I need to let her know this is unacceptable. She had no right to do that shit just now, especially since I’m now left with aching balls and find myself letting images of her naked and screaming my name play through my head.

Slamming my bedroom door shut, I make my way down the hall, stopping in front of Raven’s bedroom. I grip the handle and try to calm myself down so that I don’t completely go ape-shit on her. Finally, I swing her door open, not even bothering to knock. I’m too pissed to be fucking polite or goddamn courteous.

“Who the hell do you think you are, pulling a stunt like that?” I shout at her as I step through her doorway and lock my eyes on her at the other side of her bedroom.

My chest is heaving and my face is burning hot with anger, even with my best attempt to try and be cool about it all. Seeing Raven sends my blood boiling and my dick throbbing. I fucking hate her at the moment, and have never wanted to punish someone with my dick as badly as I want to with her.

Raven’s back straightens as she narrows her eyes at me and folds her arms across her chest. “That was me telling you and your dirty little whore to shut the fuck up. This is my house, asshole. If I want to go to sleep, I don’t want to do so while listening to you pant like a fucking dog through the wall and your friend scream like a bad porn star!”

I tighten my grip on the doorknob and clench my jaw as I chant to myself to chill the hell out.

Breathe, asshole. Breathe and calm down. The last thing I need is to cause World War Three with her. She’s leaving tomorrow. Once she’s gone, she won’t even matter anymore.

Raven’s eyes leave mine as they start roaming over my body, which is practically naked as I stand in her bedroom, once again in nothing but my boxers. I hate that seeing the desire flash in her eyes as she takes me in makes my dick ache for her more than it already was.