Within the gated community of Crescent Point, sex and betrayal comes as naturally as breathing. Those who live within its walls have no worries to call their own and move along life in blissful play but when a new face appears in town, everything they know will be turned upside down and lives will be altered in ways none of them ever imagined...
Elijah ran his fingers in circles along the flesh of Raul’s thighs, scratching gently with his nails, squeezing the skin between his thumb and pointer finger. With his chin propped on Raul’s knee, he dragged his gaze up his smooth form, pausing for a moment on the small patch of soft and curly hair nestled above his slightly hardened flesh. Raul, his elbows bent under him, looked down at him and smiled.
“Why you starin’ at me?” He asked with a wry smile as his cheeks blushed ever so slightly. “You look like you’re ‘bout to swallow me whole.”
“Jus’ admirin’ what you got.” Elijah slid his hand further up and tugged at the hairs as he lifted himself onto his knees and kissed that flesh, running his tongue along the length of it. “And wonderin’ what to do to that hot little body of your next.” He opened his mouth wide and took it between his lips, sucking hard as it moved over his tongue and down his throat.
Raul’s hips bucked, raised off the mattress. Elijah slid a hand beneath him, searching his body with his fingers until he found Raul’s opening and pressed one, then two then three inside.
“Oh, God…” Raul gasped, balling the sheets in his white-tight fists. “I’m…”
With another bucking of his hips, he forced himself as far down Elijah’s throat as he could and came hard enough to suck all the breath out of him.
Raul sat up slowly, panting, and grabbed Elijah by the waist and pulled his body against his own. “That was amazing... the things running through my mind…” He kissed Elijah and grinded his pelvis against him. One hand squeezed the ample flesh of Elijah’s ass while the other tugged on the hard, wanting cock. “And all of them involve your best feature…”
“That all I am to you?” Elijah’s grin was as wide as his body hungry. “A sex toy?”
“So far.” He kissed Elijah again as he spread his legs wide enough to allow Elijah’s body to slide between them then raised them up so they lay against Elijah’s shoulders. Elijah grabbed them, kissing the calves.
Hands roamed over hot, sweat slicked skin as they rolled around over the soft sheets. The feel of Elijah’s hardness pressed against his ass, sliding along the split, rolled Raul’s eyes as a gasp slipped out of his throat.
“Bastard,” he whispered, pressing the tip of him against Raul’s hole. “I should fuck you senseless for that.”
“Yea,” Raul moaned, sliding Elijah’s tip inside him, “you should…”
A quick movement of his hips and Elijah was deep inside, feeling the tightness squeezing around him. With a hard, jerking motion, he slammed deeper and deeper with each thrust as Raul writhed underneath him, his toes curling above Elijah’s head. Raul cried out, squirming in pain and pleasure. Elijah leaned down and kissed him as the final stroke slammed, spilling his orgasm deep inside.
Elijah collapsed on top of him, still inside Raul’s quivering body. He kissed Raul’s chest as his hand slid up and down his side, from underarm to thighs, dragging his nails along his flesh.
- - - -
Julie had driven back to the old high school’s parking lot. With only the headlights to see by she searched the area for her lost cell phone. Sweat trickled down her temples, smearing what was left of her make up. This’s not good. If I don’t find the fuckin’ thing… Shit! She looked ahead, squinting to try to see in the dimly lit distance.Not here, but maybe…
After strangling Kristen, Julie, in a state of near panic, had dragged her sister’s body across the gravel parking lot and into the woods that bordered three quarters of the property. Without tools or, she believed, time, she had only covered the body under a pile of leaves and dirt before running back to her car.
Coming up to the pile, she noticed a hand uncovered and squatted down to push more dirt and leaves over it. I’d feel bad but trash like you deserves no better than this. She pushed herself to her feet and scanned the area, desperate to find the one thing that could tie her to the crime when, for she knew the body would be found, the authorities got involved.
She dropped back down and crawled around on her hands and knees, keeping her face low to the ground. She pushed away dirt, leaves, rocks and branches but could not locate her phone. Shit, shit, shit… Where the fuck did I-
She heard high-pitched beeping and spun around. She followed the sound to the makeshift grave. She shoved her hands inside, searching. When finally she found it, she looked at the caller ID.
“But how…?” She stared at the name, a cold sweat now covering her back. Shaking, hard of breath, she answered. “Hello?” She tried to keep her voice strong but could barely make sounds. “Kristen?”
“What… what do you want? How’d you get Kris’ phone?”
Art laughed, low and cruel. “I borrowed it. She didn’t seem to need it last I saw her.”
Oh, no. “What… what do you mean?”
“Really? You’re gonna play that game?” He laughed again. “Alright, girl. Have fun with that. For now.”
She was frozen in fear as her eyes darted around, taking in everything she could that might be in front of and beside her. Oh, God, no… no, this… this is… damn you, Art, you fuckin’ bastard. Tears fell now, not for her dead sister but for what she feared Art would do now that he had two huge secrets to hold over her head.
Her phone rang again. This time, it was James.
She looked around, wishing she were. “No, why? Everything okay?”
“Um, yea, I hope.”
“What d’you mean?”
“I need to tell you something. Can you meet me at the house?”
“Yea,” she said, breathe shaky. “I need to talk to you, too.”
- - - -
Paul, hands shaking with anger, fumbled with the keys, trying to force each one into the lock. When finally he found the right one, he threw the door open and stomped in, looking like he was ready for murder.
“Hurry up, Al. I know that brat is here.”
“Don’t do this, man. Just drop it,” Allen pleaded, grabbing Paul’s shirtsleeve. “Whatever it is you plan on doin’ won’t do any good.”
Paul spun around and backed his friend against the wall. “For the last time, stop! I’ve told you and that simpering twat James that I won’t let this little shit ruin us!”
"And just how far are you willing to go to guarantee that?”
Paul frowned, not out of sadness, but anger. “As far as I need to.” He looked up, hearing the sex noises coming from upstairs. “Damn it,” he spat, running to Elijah’s room.
- - - -
When Julie arrived home, James was sitting on the front porch waiting for her. Running to him, she could see that he had been crying and she wondered if she was the source of those tears. Guilt filled her, overpowering the fear that had paralyzed her earlier. She sat next to him, kissed his cheek.
“I’ve kept things from you. Big things.”
She looked to the ground and sighed. “So have I.”
“I need to tell you what happened.”
Me, too. “What is it?”
“Remember that Spanish maid that worked for the Kipson’s bout sixteen year ago?”
“Yea. I don’t remember her name, though.”
“Maria. Maria Vinard.”
“Remember how she just up and disappeared one night?”
“Vaguely. Why? Did you do something to her? Are you the reason she…?”
He went silent a moment and she feared the worst. “Yes, but not in the way you’re thinking.” He breathed deep. “Me, Al, Paul… we, uh…”
“We slept with her.”
“All at once.”
“So you… you…”
“I cheated on you. With her… With all of them. And now…”
“And now what?”
He forced himself to look at her, into her eyes that were filled with tears though not from his confession. “Her son’s here and looking for his father.”
- - - -
Raul rode Elijah hard, sliding his ass up and down, swallowing and releasing his thick, hard flesh, pulling from his throat the basest of sounds. Moaning, grunting, screaming… He looked down at Elijah, smiling wickedly at the way his body moved and shifted underneath him.
“You’re cute when you squirm,” Raul teased, bending down to kiss him. “You’re so-“
The door flew open as Paul launched himself across the room, grabbing Raul and throwing him against the wall.
“What the fuck!” Elijah shouted, jumping up and off the bed. “Get out!” He moved between his father and Raul. “Go!”
“No, boy. I told you to stay away from him.”
“I don’t need a fuckin’ reason.”
“Well I do.”
“Damn it boy,” Paul yelled, raising his hand, looking as though he would strike his son, “listen to me, for once in your damn life!”
“Do it.” Elijah challenged, taking a step forward. “Show me the kind of father you really are!”
- - - -
Harley lay next to Jason watching him sleep while the sounds of Elijah and Raul, going at it for the third time, filled the night. She was jealous of her brother, of the boys who seemed to fall at his feet on their hands and knees, begging to be pounded. She was stuck with Jason, the only boy she knew who had a eunuch’s interest in exploring the space between her thighs.
She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, at the room where her brother and his new toy went at it like rabid animals. “Lucky fucker,” she whispered, covering her eyes. “Life is so un-fucking-fair.”
“What?” Jason mumbled, though still asleep.
Fuck my life.
She heard a car screech outside. Getting up, she peered through the window that looked out to the street and saw two men climb out; one ran to the front door, the other looked to be pleading. “What the hell does he want now?” She slipped out of bed and pulled on her panties and Jason’s t-shirt and tip toed into the hallway.
- - - -
“Oh, God…” Julie was at a loss for words. “I… I don’t believe it…”
“And Paul was chasin’ after ‘em when I decided to call you. I just couldn’t keep it all to myself anymore. And I couldn’t live with you not knowing what kind of a shit you married.” His eyes belied the sorrow and regret he felt. “I’m so sorry. You deserve so much better than me. I understand if you want to leave.”
“I… I am no angel, myself. In fact, I’m not who you think I am.”
“You’re the woman I fell in love with and married in Italy.”
“No, her name was Julie. Mine is Denise.”
- - - -
“I’ll never even talk to him again if you tell me why. And it better be a good fuckin’ reason.” Elijah said, his voice cold. Paul slapped him now, hard across the face. He fell back against Raul, who put his arms around him protectively.
“I am your father!“
“For lack of a better term.”
"I wasn’t talking to you.”
“What?” Elijah looked from Paul then down at Raul’s arm, tightly holding him. “You’re…” He ripped Raul’s arm away from him and scrambled to his feet. “Oh God, no, no, no…”
- - - -
"So, you really think it’ll work?” Samantha asked, sipping her steaming hot tea.
“Without a doubt, dear sister. He will be yours… For as long as you choose to keep him.” Drake smiled smugly. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have to pack.”
“Where’re you going?”
“California. After you decided to go, I decided to follow.”
“But I’m stayin’ here now.”
“Yes, but I still wish to visit some friends I have not seen in too far long.”
“But what about…?”
“You can do it all on your own.” His phone rang; Elijah’s ring tone. “Pardon me, sister, I should answer this.” He hit the call button as he walked out of the room. “Yes?”
“Drake, man, I need a place to crash.”
“Of course, I’ll have my driver pick you up after he drops me off.”
“Drops you off where? Can it wait? I really need you.”
“Actually, I am flying out to Los Angelus tonight an-“
“I do not know how long I will be gone.”
“Works for me. I don’t wanna be here right now.”
“What about your new friend?”
“Raul? Yea, I don’t wanna go into that right now.”
“All right, Eli. I will be there in twenty minutes.”
- END -