Stranded

Aaron is pounding on the door like a maniac. Sobbing, I lean my head against it, clutching the doorknob. This last hard thump on the door makes me wipe my tears, unlock it, and hurry over to Jude. Emotionless Jude looks down at me, and then Aaron comes crashing inside. Instantly, I stand on my tippy toes, grab Jude by the back of his neck, and start forcing my tongue into his mouth. At first, Jude is hesitant. Now pleading with my eyes, Jude kisses me back.

After we kiss for a few seconds, I peek toward Aaron, curious why he hasn't interrupted us. Feet flat but still holding on to Jude's biceps, I cut my eyes towards Aaron. His face was scowled up, but his eyes were dazing past us. Soon, he focuses and scoffs, "You'll regret this, Ajay," then storms away.

Hurt and enraged by his unwillingness to fight for me, I hurried and slammed the door behind him. My body trembles as I stare at the door, too ashamed to face Jude when he mumbles, "I'm sorry you had to see that."

Now facing him, I ask, "Did you purposely bring me here to see him cheating on me?"

Squinting, he answers, "How would I know this? I was watching you, not him."

I whimper, "I'm sorry. This is his fault, not yours."

Now caressing my jaw, Jude pecks my lips. While I'm staring into his eyes, he places my hand on his crotch, allowing me to feel his erection. Slowly, I pull away with my head hanging. Discerning my resistance, he places his knuckle underneath my chin and then lifts it. Eyes now gazing into mine, he whispers, "I understand if you don't want to do this."

There's something so enticing about the way Jude speaks. He doesn't show much emotion and speaks almost monotone, but his voice is mellow and manly yet comforting. That one statement turns me on.

Knowing this god of a man stood watching me all night made me feel sexy again. Aaron's shenanigans over the years have been chipping away at my self-esteem. Although sexing a stranger who I know will avoid me like the plague afterward isn't an ideal way to boost it, as much as I want Jude at this moment, I still want revenge, too.

As I stand lost for words, Jude walks over, gazing down into my eyes, and a tear falls. He gently wipes it away with his thumb and then places it into my mouth. After a mild suck, I turn my head to remove it and then whisper, "Jude, this isn't who I am."

His moist, supple lips kiss mine, then he whispers, "I like who I see. And who I see doesn't deserve that guy."

It's then I place my tongue into his mouth again and try to swallow him whole. I can tell he's not into this intimate kissing, but I understand why. Despite my words, I'm sure he assumes that having sex this fast is what I do. Once he pulls away, he lifts my shirt and starts sucking on my breasts. Unknown to him, that's the fastest way to get me going. Instantly, I start undressing.

Once I remove my pants and look up, Jude is nude. His body is solid and chiseled, and his man part is a beautiful sight to behold. Gently, he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. We start making love, standing before he lies me down on the bed.

The room's storm doors were already opened, so the sound of the crashing waves under the moonlight made our lovingmaking even more erotic.

The longer we go, the heavier Jude seems. Inhaling deep to catch a breath, I wiggle so he'll lift some of his weight off me. Once I move, he looks into my eyes, and his amber-brown pupils look almost neon in the dark. Unable to bear his weight any longer, I panted, "Let me ride you."

Before I complete my sentence, Jude glares into my eyes and then sinks his teeth deep into my neck. I wail out in agony as Jude lifts me with his mouth and starts swinging me back and forth like a rag doll. Blood is gushing everywhere as I release a blood-curdling wail, and then I wake up!

The blinding sun rays cause me to shield my face. Now, sitting up, I realize Jude is gone. Soon, my thoughts drift to Aaron. The betrayal and realization that we are done make me feel loneliness I never imagined. I start to cry all over again, but after a few minutes, reality kicks in.

All my belongings are with Aaron, and sulking all day won't fix anything. Immediately, I hop in the shower. My entire body is sore and throbbing, and my neck is stiff. Did Jude and I make love or fight?

The weird thing is, I remember it starting fantastic, but then I go blank. I guess I was unaware of how drunk I was, and that nightmare has thrown me completely off course.

Now dressed, I head to Aaron's aunt's home. As I approached, I saw my luggage thrown on the front lawn. The impact caused it to open, and my belongings were everywhere.

Heart pounding, I jog toward the house when Aaron steps onto the porch. He's shirtless and sipping a cup of coffee. Soon, Tyler exits behind him with this devious smirk. When I reach my belongings, Tyler says, "Who said you were welcome on my property?"

Ignoring him, I kneeled and started repacking my suitcase. "Oh, you think this is a joke? Get off of my property!" Tyler yells.

Aaron interrupts, "Let me handle this, Ty. ...Don't you hear my cousin?"

Suitcase in hand, I stand, answering, "Aaron, I'm going."

Once I turn to walk away, he rushes towards me, gnashing, "Don't turn away while I'm talking to you!"

Eyes filled with tears, I ask, "What, Aaron? What do you want me to do?"

"Respect me and my fucking aunt's home. If memory serves me correctly, I bought most of that shit."

Unable to respond, I just heave as he continues, "Oh yeah, you're penniless, motherless, and your daddy is a fucking head case. My new girl is nice and thick, so keep those clothes."

Nodding, I turn and walk away, but he runs in front of me, asking, "Was the dick that good? You have nothing to say?"

It's then I shove him with all of my strength. Fist clenched, he revved back, but Tyler grabbed his wrist, shouting, "Aaron, stop! She's not worth it."

Shaking my head, I stammer, "Who are you?"

Tears streaming down his face, he reached into his shorts pocket, removed my ferry ticket, and ripped it into pieces, saying, "Good luck getting home.