Curved (16 page)

Chapter 19

I stood outside Joseph’s door. Annoyed with myself, I had forced my feet to go across the city, eventually landing right at his doorstep.

Now, I could only imagine what was going on through his head. How Joseph felt on the inside, what emotions he wasn’t expressing towards me.

I betrayed him by going to Lindsay. And Lindsay betrayed me in turn.

When Joseph opened the door, he launched into a straight yelling.

“I wanted to help you. Why did you think you could go behind my back and sell to my competitor? Why Antonio?”

His voice scratched at me, my body limply falling to the couch. What had I done? In my efforts to help someone, I had cut off the only man who cared about me. And for what? For my pride? The one I couldn’t swallow?

“There was no reason at all, at all, to go to Antonio. None.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “This is different. Like, I’m really, extremely… I fucked up, didn’t I? I didn’t give it to him for money though—not to Lindsay though.”

“It doesn’t matter, free or not, you assisted him in making money—the result is the same. And the same for you in court.”

“It’s supposed to be… Professional, right, can’t we figure something out with a lawyer?”

“I shouldn’t have to,” Joseph said, standing next to me. His arms crossed, his feet pointed in my direction, eyes boring into my skin. Shaking his head, he sat down, his phone screen lighting up with data. “Yes, but I’ll have to.”

“Have you known about this?”

“Antonio’s business has always been predicated on a sense of immorality,” Joseph said. “He’s the man who doesn’t have honesty, integrity, or goodness in his heart.”

“A Wall Street demon,” I said.

“I can save you,” Joseph said, “I can get a lawyer for you, crowd out the market with only the best, spare the name of Homeless United. But Ophelia, why? Why not come to me first?”

Twiddling my thumbs, I averted my gaze from his eyes, feeling the impact of his lessening rage. So he wouldn’t kill me over this, a relief, but still. I had done damage to myself in his eyes—where had my trustworthiness gone now if not into the air? Or to court.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m one of those overzealous women who wants to give everything to everyone. And Lindsay, my roommate, she seemed so desperate for an out. How could I not give it to her? Considering I was banking my job on a program that did all the work for me, how could I not?”

“You should’ve come to me first,” Joseph said. “Were asked me about it.”

“When I saw her though,” I said, holding Joseph’s hand, “I knew I had to just… Ease her pain. I should have been a nurse instead, huh?”

Joseph smiled at me. “Yeah, maybe,” he said.

Hugging me close, I drained the rest of my sorrows in his embrace. Tears dropped across his suit jacket. “Oh,” I mumbled, “I’m ruining another one.”

Joseph laughed. “You ruin nothing,” he said.

“I’m bringing a boatload of trouble,” I said, “without giving you anything really back.”

His hands traced my hips, pulling me and against him. Why did he like me so much? What could I possibly offer compared to others? We had been through this conversation before, but was he lying to me?

“I just don’t see it,” I said, shrugging. “Compared to other women, there’s a whole selection of traits and desirable features. Skinnier girls, girls who don’t give you so much stress. And then you pick me. Me.”

“Choosing you is up to me and me alone,” Joseph said. “Don’t be so skeptical about my intentions. I have decided on you because you and I get on well together. And because I think you’re worth it.”

Looking at him, I kissed his cheek, sliding my hands down his crotch, roving over his belly. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Joseph. I… I can’t believe that you’re so understanding with me.”

Joseph’s voice got gruff and scratchy. He smirked at me, unclipping my bra, throwing it off to the side. “Of course not,” Joseph said, lifting me, his fingers plunging against my cunt lips. Holding me up right, and then slamming me across his back, Joseph energized my clit with an electrical output from the sheer momentum of his twisting fingers. “I do have a punishment in store for you,” he said, walking over to the bedroom. He lay me on the bed, but only allowed the top half of my body to hang off from his shelf of muscle.

Dangling over him, and groping for his cock, I eased myself lower and on top of his balls. Once my face was near his crotch, I hooked my legs around his neck, and he kept me in place with his hands.

“Very good,” Joseph said, “but you’ve been very naughty, haven’t you?”

“I have,” I said, my lips encroaching across his sack, and enveloping tender meat. The mushroom tip of his cock bulged outwardly, expanding before me, expelling a load of pre-come. I tasted the tip, slicking it between my upper and lower lips, delicately alternating with my mouth up and down.

“There we go,” Joseph said, holding his hands over my breasts now. With his fingers, he sent electrical shocks over my chest, squeezing tight my breasts, delicately gyrating his thumbs in the center of my cleavage. “I—damn, girl,” Joseph mumbled, his cock defending harder into my throat. I swallowed another line of pre-come, undulating and allowing him down near my stomach. He went as far as he could, expanding my face out in all directions.

I fondled his nut sack while he drove further and further, his balls bouncing on my chin, my face getting slapped louder and louder. Twisting my head to the side, I felt for his legs, touching his muscularity, enjoying the hardness of his rocksolid body. How he worked out for what he had displayed before me, how he endeavored to make himself as appealing as possible—I loved a man who took care of himself.

“Oh,” I groaned, my breasts shaking, my shoulders rattling. “Oh my God…”

The sex passion twisted in my throat, like a burn, and it came out in a furious heap of juices from my clit. The liquid dripped across my chest, down in over my head, mingling with the come flowing from Joseph’s cock. His orgasm built up to a head, and in his cock contracted, and then the rest of his meat tightened together, the wholeness of his body one lug of power behind his thrusting hips. He gripped my hair, yanking hard, and pulling back until my mouth released from his shaft. A load of whiteness splattered across my face, spilling towards the ground, watering my throat. I washed myself out with juices flowing in longer, more glittering streams, my clit throbbing and never once letting up. Spreading apart my legs some, I felt my grip around Joseph’s neck loosen, until he caught me with his fists, gripping my shoulders with a clamp.

“God,” Joseph said, pumping his hips, thrusting and thrusting. “Christ, Ophelia.”

“Yes,” I mumbled. “Yes…”

As the juices and come blasted and made us writhe, my head spun, and I stabilized and Joseph’s grasp, my body no longer out of control.

Slumping against him, I let my legs grope Joseph’s neck, as he kept us upright. He slapped his cock against my face, and I twisted my spine to stretch it out, arching it further away from the bed, my chest touching Joseph’s waist.

He slapped his cock on my face again, stroking the long shaft more. I groped his balls, fondling them with my fingers, massaging his taint. Driving upwards, I glanced at Joseph’s face. He groaned, twisting up his expression. “You know,” he whispered, “if you were anyone else, I would’ve dumped you a long time ago. But Ophelia, you’re special to me. When I’m around you, I can only think about you. I only lust after you. From the very moment you looked at me—that first day, that first date—we had to stay together. I needed to be around you. Your body is incredible. Everything about your personality is enjoyable. You love those even if they have less than you—your heart is impeccable.”

I lent my lips to his cock again, sucking when I felt relieved from the throbbing in my chest. Too much orgasm was too much for even me.

“Yeah,” Joseph said, hiking his cock against the back of my mouth. “You ran Manhattan’s Concern with an iron fist for sure, even I heard, you were claiming those names up in Columbia.”

I stopped the sucking of his cock. Turning my eyes to him, I briefly said, “Am I really that much of a bitch?”

Joseph smiled. “I wouldn’t say so,” he groaned, pressing my head down. I sucked willingly, enjoying the flavor of his leftover come. “But like I said, you have two different people inside you. And they are very strong-willed—each one after its own heart. I love both women—you have both always ready for me.”

“I have to embrace this aspect of me,” I said. Lugging my tongue over his main vein, I dragged it up and down his ball sack, eating away at his flash. Tasting the bottoms of his nuts, I savored his pre-come again, drinking from his top, the flow of his whiteness, the flow of his manhood. His member expanded, and girth and width, fuller than before, and now I knew he had more to give me.

Stroking his balls, I said, “I’ve been to pent up with you. With everyone.”

“Then let loose,” Joseph whispered, guiding me with his hands on my nipples. Twisting again with his fingers, he sent shocks of electricity down my spine, closing the gap between us, our bodies clamped together hot and heavy. I breathed hard against him, the flow of air out of my throat like a constant stream, never ending, always necessitating another gasp, another groan. He thrust his hips, as far as he could, until his balls were at my chin.

I twisted my head to the side, once left, once right, and kept maneuvering like this until his bulbous tip expanded and spewed a huge blast of come into my mouth. Joseph’s hands gripped my clit, massaging the center at the same time, bolting his thumb on my cunt. I throbbed in my chest, my crotch, and my throat. The intense sensations melded as one, and I believed myself to be a queen.

He treated me right in the end. Even if I had treated him wrong.

Why was he so good to me? Did I deserve him?

I knew I didn’t… But I couldn’t feel sorry for myself forever.

The release built under my flesh, climax torpedoing to my brain. Across the channels of my body, in my veins, there writhed an incessant call, the driving blast of orgasm. A second round of pleasure to deny us both a third—it would be so euphoric, as to nearly knock us out. Falling against the bed, Joseph’s hands draped my hood, his breath like a mist crawling over my legs, entering my nostrils, assaulting my lungs. I inhaled, the minty scent of his sweat, groping his thighs, dragging my fingers across his ball sack, sucking, sucking, sucking…

“Oh,” Joseph said, pressing against me, his cock pounding my throat, never letting up once. “Dammit, Christ, dammit!”

“Y-ugnh,” I mumbled.

Come flooded my mouth and my clit exploded with my legs contorting in clenched hooks. Ecstasy dazzled my eyes, like spots, and I had to lay there, lest I confuse myself with the array of mounting pleasure. I closed my eyes, shutting down one avenue of sensory input, but still, I could see stars, still I could see Joseph in front of me, his envisioned cock floating in my mind.

“Wow,” I said. “Joseph…”

“Stay here with me,” Joseph whispered, his hands on my hips, crawling down my legs. Cuddling up against me, he smiled, biting my ears. “Thankfully,” he said, “you don’t feel so… Worrisome anymore.”

“I’m not…” I said, heaving. “I have enough inside me now to know that you are safe.”

“Someone to stay by,” Joseph said. “Someone to be by.”

“How long do you think the trial will last?”

“Since you’re only tangentially related,” Joseph said, “I don’t expect you to have much for the judge. Or even the jury. They might call you up here or there—but we’ll find all the roads to cut through to make sure you’re not indicted along with the asshat.”

“Why would he even bother?” I said, drifting off. “It doesn’t make any sense to me. He spends so much time on his business, yet he only works to… What?”

“I’ve read some of the reports,” Joseph said. “It doesn’t look good for him. At the end of the day, he’s looking at possibly two hundred years behind bars. And that’s if he gets slammed with the minimum sentences. Of course, he’ll have his lawyers try and fight him out. Different ways of manipulating the law and all.”