Queen Bee

November 2001 (1)

"Fuck." I mumbled to myself in the form of a yawn as I stepped through the front door of the house, pulling my key from the lock simultaneously. Shutting it as quietly as I could, I put my keys down on the random wooden table Angel had placed by the entrance, and began quickly fishing around in the deep pockets of my sweats. As I kicked off my shoes, I wrapped my hand around my favourite little plastic bottle, effortlessly popping open the childproof lid. Making my way down the hall, I threw two Vicodin into the back of my throat, swallowing them dry and quickly putting the bottle back into my pocket before turning to go upstairs. Perfect. No judge-y Angel eyes tonight. 

Taking the steps two at a time, I finally reached the top floor. I quickly went and popped open Hailie and Alaina's doors like I do every night when I come home from set just to make sure they're sleeping okay before I go to bed. Once I was finished my nightly routine, I immediately went over to mine and Angel's room, opening the door as quietly as I could incase she had fallen asleep. 

As I entered the completely pitch black room, I figured she definitely wasn't awake and decided to just strip down to my boxers before hitting the bathroom quickly for one last piss. "I'm up." She grumbled just as I turned on the bathroom light, annoyance dripping throughout her words.  

"Fuck!" I whisper-yelled, nearly jumping out of my goddamn skin. I quickly whipped around to look at her, and immediately noticed her sagged facial expression, clearly communicating that she was pissed off about something. "Did I wake ya?" 

"Nope." She popped the 'p'. "I've been up all night, and day, horny as fuck, unable to concentrate on a goddamn thing." My lips immediately thinned, trying my best to suppress the laugh that wanted so badly to erupt from within me. "I've used my hands, my vibrator, the fucking shower head-" 

"The shower head?" I quickly interjected with a furrowed brow. 

"I have even sat on that goddamn washing machine like I'm a 1950s housewife tryna cum, but my stomach is so fucking  big that I can't even reach my own pussy anymore." Instantly my once concealed laugh exploded out of me with no remorse, so much so that I had to bend forward at the hips just to receive enough oxygen. "This isn't fucking funny!" She quietly exclaimed before throwing one of the pillows from the bed at me. "Come here and fuck me before I chop your dick off and do it myself!" 

My unapologetic wheezing continued as I tried my best to make my way over to the bed without falling over from laughing so hard. "But that's the problem! Ya can't!" I grabbed ahold of the bed to help steady myself. "Even the washin' machine!" 

"Marshall I swear to fuckin' god!" 

"Aight, aight, I'm comin', I'm comin'." I said in between my laughter as I finally hopped on the bed. "I gotchu, baby." Still with a few more chuckles rolling off my lips, I positioned myself directly in front of her legs, reaching for the hem of her panties as I leaned forward and brought my mouth down to hers. "Ya mans gotchu." I mumbled against her lips before pulling away and dragging her panties down her thighs towards her calves. Her hips immediately lifted in response and I took them all the way off of her, dropping them on the floor beside us. 

Gripping her thighs, I slowly lowered myself down to her centre. Her hand quickly went to the top of my head, pushing her fingers through my hair as I gently stuck my tongue out. "Fuckin' finally." She sighed with relief just as I made contact with her soaked folds. After swiping my tongue up and down a few times, I zeroed in on her clit, immediately earning a loud carnal moan to come from her that I knew she had been dying to let out all day. 

As my tongue picked up speed, I quickly moved one of my hands from her thigh and pushed two of my fingers inside of her. Her body instinctually reacted by tightening her grip on my hair while her muscles went tense. She spread her legs further apart as I began hitting her rough spot and her back arched up slightly in response.