0 comments/ 33105 views/ 25 favorites ABC: Marley Needs a Meal By: HuckPilgrim Marley was hungry. She hung up the phone with her dad, her head swimming. She was a small girl and couldn't tell if her head felt light because she'd skipped lunch, or because she felt so overwhelmed with all the things her father expected of her. Her step-brother Joey poked his head into the den. He was eight years old with thin brown hair that hung in the most adorable blue eyes. "Marley," he said. His voice always sounded so hesitant, so meek. "The man in the backyard says we can't play out there because he's working." Marley perked up, roused to action by the need in her little brother's voice. He'd come with her father's new wife and Marley loved him dearly. Something throbbed in her chest each time she looked into his face, with those pale eyes and that small upturned nose. He was the little brother she'd always wanted. "Come on," Marley said. She mussed Joey's hair, set her chin and marched toward the backyard. She had the toned body of an athlete and could be fierce when she needed to. Joey and his few friends followed Marley into the backyard. The "man" was a landscape contractor her father had hired to do some work on the grounds. He offered Marley a patronizing smile, and for the umpteenth time since she'd had her hair cut, she found herself wishing she hadn't. It was a pixie cut she'd gotten for high school graduation, but it had been a mistake, because now she looked like a girl much younger than her eighteen years, and it made her vulnerable to clods like the landscaper standing before her. "Sweetie, sweetie, sweetie..." he said, laughing and hiking his pants. "Fuck you," Marley hissed. His eyes widened and he straightened his back. She said it low enough that neither Joey nor his friends would overhear and tell her father. He wouldn't want her swearing in front of the boys, and meeting his high expectations was important to Marley. Putting her back to the boys, Marley put her hands on her hips and threw out her chin. "You piece-of-shit motherfucker," she whispered, "fuck you." He took two steps back, his eyes still wide. He looked her body up and down. Marley wore cutoff denim shorts and a bikini top. Her navel jewelry twinkled in her midriff. It excited her to stand up to him and her nipples made two hard little nubs appear in the fabric of her top. She pointed to the landscaper's truck and smiled sweetly. He scowled and turned, making his way to the truck. The doorbell rang and Marley looked down at the boys. "Pizza's here!" she said. The boys all cheered. She told them to sit at the picnic table and said she'd be back with their food in a few minutes. She headed into the house. Glancing to the landscape truck, she saw the guy speaking on his phone. If he wasn't talking to her dad right now, he would be shortly. Her father would be a little irritated that she handled this service worker so crudely, but she had ways to get around her father. His big concern was the success of Joey's party. His mother had been called to London unexpectedly and Marley'd been put in charge of the birthday celebration. If she delivered on the party, Dad would forgive her a little recklessness with the landscaper. She would just need to avoid her father until after Joey had deemed the party a roaring success. She wouldn't let her father down. She couldn't let Joey down. She whipped open the front door and the pizza guy towered over her. He wore his curly blonde hair short, had an adorable cleft in his chin, and big burly arms. Marley was taken aback at her own physical attraction to him. She raised her hand to her face as if to tuck her hair behind her ear, but her hair was short now, so she could only stroke her neck with her fingertips to disguise her mistake. "Pizza delivery," he said. He had long delicate lashes and pale blue eyes. He thrust out the stack of thin cardboard boxes. Marley closed her mouth. Her attraction to the pizza guy felt undignified, cheap. Rousing herself, she snarled, "What took so long?" She hadn't meant to snap, but between the shame she felt over her fascination with his looks and the woozy feelings in her head, she couldn't help it. She reminded herself to eat some satisfying protein after she got the kids their meal. "I was stuck in traffic," he said. He raised one shoulder and made a sheepish expression. "I'm really sorry." Marley took the pizzas from him and told him to remove his shoes. He kicked off his flip flops and followed her into the house. She stopped in the den and told him to wait. He moved toward the couch. "Stop!" Marley barked. He widened his eyes at the tone of her voice. "Turn around," Marley said. "Turn around?" He asked, making a skeptical face. Even as he said it, he started a hesitant one-hundred-eighty degree turn. Marley felt a little awkward at the brusque way she was treating him, but she wanted to make sure he didn't ruin her father's couch. She looked at the seat of his pants. "Dust off your pants." She said softly, trying to walk back her imperious tone. He raised his brow. Dusting himself halfheartedly, he said he'd rather stand, then ignored the couch and remained in the middle of the room gazing at the paintings on the walls. Marley carted the pizza into the backyard. She set up the boys for lunch, glared at the landscape guy, and then got her wallet from her bedroom. She had a nagging awareness that maybe she had gone too far with the pizza guy, too. She resolved to give him a generous tip to set things right. Opening her wallet, Marley felt her stomach sink. She had only five dollars. She frantically searched her wallet, but there was nothing more. Marley could feel hot tears welling, but she knew she didn't have time for a good cry. Joey and his friends were out back eating pizza, the landscape guy was stewing in this truck, and the pizza guy was waiting in the den for money. Something needed to be figured out. She couldn't turn to her father for help. Her stepmother was halfway across the Atlantic Ocean. It was all up to her. She rose to her feet and took a deep breath. Ducking her head into the den, Marley beamed at the delivery guy. He smiled at her cautiously. Marley put her hand on top of her head. Her face flushed hot. She looked around the room as if there was something new in there for her to see. She looked at the delivery guy and then held her wallet up. "You're not going to believe this," she said. She grinned sheepishly. He raised his brows and tilted his head, returning her smile. His teeth gleamed. "I only have five dollars," she said. She made a face and bit her lip. The pizza guy's smile dried up. His shoulders sagged. Marley closed the distance between them and put her fingertips on his chest. "I'm really, really sorry," she said. His body was hard and sculpted and she could feel the warm thump of his heart. Something warm pulsed in her own chest and her face flushed again. The pizza guy glanced at her fingers. "It took me two hours to get over here," he said. He sighed and sank hard onto the couch. Marley sat next to him. She put her hand on his bicep and was pleased that it felt as firm as his chest. He took in a deep breath and blew the air from his lungs. Pulling himself together, he gave her a look of resolve. "Okay," he said. "I have to take the pizza back." "Noooo," Marley squeaked. She took both his broad shoulders in her hands and said, "Pleeeease," with a little girl whine that was not at all unbecoming, especially with her new pixie cut hair. He looked at her evenly. Marley rubbed the big muscles in her palms and mewled. "Well," he said, tilting his head. "How do you intend to pay for your pizza?" ABC: Marley Needs a Meal He sighed, slipped two of his fingers between her legs. She laughed softly. He was incorrigible. She tried to push his hand from her pussy, but he wouldn't be denied. He curled his fingers to stroke her G-spot. Her breathing became heavier. She closed her legs on his hand. "I'll get you some emergency contraception after my shift," he said. She bit her lip and gazed into his blue eyes. "I'll come back," he said. She couldn't believe the warmth in his eyes, like pools of rainwater glistening in the summer sun. She came, gushing onto his hand. She rocked her hips and quietly moaned. He waited for her to finish and then brought his fingers to her mouth. "Eat," he whispered. "Eat." His fingers were wet, sticky. She opened her mouth, let him slip them inside. They were covered with his salty cum, her own. "I'll pay for the pills," he said. He smiled and met her eyes and she slurped his fingers. "You can suck my dick to repay me." Her cheeks grew bright red and he grinned. He returned his hand to her pussy, collected more of the sticky dew, and offered it to her mouth. "Eat," he whispered. And she did. It was a nourishing meal for Marley. He returned later that night with the pills and she took them with water. He helped pick more movies for the boys. He helped her get them ready for bed. Later, when he came in her mouth, she swallowed it all. He offered her a satisfying protein she couldn't get from her father.