THICK

by Riley, Alexa

  I don’t mention that I was just at the store two days ago. Instead I’ll just grab a few things and make it seem like I had to go to the store, too. I’m still surprised we ran into one another instead of me having to knock on her door. And then she asked me to come with her, so that has to be a good sign. Right?

  The walk to the store is too quick, or at least the time passes by too fast. It always feels like that when I’m with Teeny. Time somehow speeds up and it’s never enough.

  “Why don’t you push the cart so I can check off my list?” she suggests, and I agree. “Let’s see, I’ve got a ton on here, but just throw in whatever you need and we can divide it up when we get to the end.”

  I nod as we walk down the aisles and she puts stuff in the basket. She talks the whole time about her favorite foods and what her mom cooks that she likes best. She asks me about the breads I make and when we get to the baking aisle I get some supplies for her and tell her I’ll teach her some simple recipes.

  Knowing that I’m going to get to see her again without making an excuse makes me feel light and happy. She wants to spend more time with me and that has to mean she wants to get to know me better.

  When we get to the aisle with baby stuff, I stop the cart and stare down it. “Um, I guess you don’t need anything on this one?” I make it sound like a question and she shakes her head.

  “I’d love to have kids one day.”

  “Me too,” I say, and she smiles brightly. Her smile could light up the night sky and I love that it’s because of me.

  When she has to stop for toothpaste, it happens to be right beside a row of condoms. Suddenly I notice that there are shelves and shelves of them and they’re practically screaming at me. I tried to put one on when I was younger just to see what it felt like, but it ripped as I was trying to get it on my hard cock. It was the biggest size they made, but it was a two pack. The second one I got on without tearing, but it only rolled halfway down my length.

  I glance over at Teeny, who’s looking at the condoms, too. I look down her body and think about my big cock trying to fit inside her. It would be impossible. They don’t make condoms for Bigfoot, so it’s not like I could even do it if I wanted to.

  “Do you, um, need anything else?” she asks as she looks up at me and then back to the condoms.

  I guess I have been standing here staring at them for a while, but I just shake my head. “Do you?”

  She looks at the boxes again and then back at me. Her eyes travel down my chest and stomach to between my legs and I watch as she licks her lips and then looks away. “Not yet.”

  My cock swells again and I push the cart ahead to hide it from her. I don’t have anything to cover it up right now, so I just breathe and think about my great aunt Myrtle in a bikini.

  I go up to the checkout lane and start to deposit all the stuff on the belt. The girl cashier gasps when she sees me but doesn’t say anything. She starts scanning stuff and Teeny tells me she forgot something and runs back to get it. Before she can get back, the cashier finishes and I pay for Teeny’s stuff.

  “Oh gosh, Bull, I’m so sorry. Here, let me give you some cash.” She digs in her purse and I put my hand on top of hers to stop her.

  “My treat,” I say and she smiles up at me brightly.

  “You really are a big teddy bear,” she says, and I hear the cashier snort.

  I look up and she ducks her head as she scans the paper plates Teeny forgot to get the first time. I glance at Teeny and she’s giving a death stare at the girl as she hands over her money. I don’t know why but it warms my chest even though I hate she witnessed that.

  Once Teeny has paid for her stuff, I grab the bags from the cart and step outside with them in my hands.

  “Let me help you carry something,” she says and I raise an eyebrow at her.

  “I think I can manage,” I say, and she laughs.

  “I know, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

  I start to say something in response, but before I can a guy walks into me and pushes me off balance. I have all the bags in my hands and before I can right myself I swing around and knock the guy to the ground. It was an accident, but as soon as he falls he starts cursing and making a scene.

  “Watch where you’re going, you sasquatch-looking motherfucker,” he says as he looks down at his cracked cell phone. “You owe me a phone, asshole.”

  “You should watch where you’re going instead of looking at your phone!” Teeny shouts, coming to my defense.

  Normally guys like him don’t say a word to someone my size, but there’s a crowd outside the store and people are watching. This is what I hate most and now all eyes are on me. I have to make this stop so I can get Teeny out of here.

  “Sorry about that,” I say as I reach into my pocket and grab a business card. “Just call that and I’ll take care of it.”

  “Yeah right.” The guy says as he gets up off the ground with his smashed phone. “You expect me to believe that, Sloth?”

  I’ve been called worse by lesser men but I can’t get in a fight right now. I could put this guy ten feet underground, but there are too many witnesses and most importantly Teeny is right here with me. I decide to try and keep cool and handle this the best I can. I put down some of the bags and then take out my wallet.

  “Here. If that’s not enough, you call that number and I’ll make sure you get what you need,” I say as I hand him a grand. I don’t think his phone costs near that much, but I’ve spent most of my life trying to avoid conflict and I’m looking for the best way to do it now.

  “Oh, I will.” He’s smug as he tucks the money away and then glances at Teeny. “Just keep your chihuahua off me.”

  Teeny makes a sound, but before she can say a word I reach out and snatch his neck with my bare hand and the crowd audibly gasps.

  “You can insult me all you want, and you can claim that your flip phone is worth more than a thousand dollars. But the second you say one bad word about my angel I’ll snap your fucking neck.” He makes a gurgling sound as he claws at my hand and his feet dangle off the ground. “Now apologize to the lady.”

  “Sorry,” he says quickly with the last of his air.

  I squeeze him harder for just a second to make sure he gets the message and then let him drop to the ground. The crowd steps back as I grab the bags I put down earlier and then turn to face Teeny.

  She’s taken a step away from me and her eyes are wide with shock and maybe even fear. In that moment I hate what I’ve done and wish that I could change the last five minutes of my life.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper, and I turn to walk back to our building.

  Chapter Five

  Teeny

  I walk next to Bull in silence, unsure if I should keep my trap shut or say something. The longer I’m quiet the worse I might be making it. I went from talking nonstop to mute. Why did he say sorry to me? I feel like I’m missing something here, but I don’t know what it is. What does he have to be sorry for? That man needed to be knocked down a time or two. What a freaking jerk.

  The walk back to my apartment isn’t long and with each step I know we’re getting closer to me not seeing him again for days. I can’t do that all over again because I’ve been miserable. How can I miss someone I don’t even know that well? It’s going to be worse this time since we aren’t parting on the best of terms and I don’t want him to actively avoid me.

  The mood between us has shifted and I don’t think asking him for one of those cooking lessons is on the agenda night now. If I’m honest I’m not sure I can read his mood. Can someone be super pissed and sad at the same time?

  When we get back to our building I loathe each step we take up to our floor. I glance between our two doors and I hate the space between them. I know it’s because I’ve spent too much time checking out my peephole to see if Bull is coming or going.

  Twice I debated going over and asking for something like sugar or flour. I chickened out, scared he’d ask what I w
as making and I had nothing I could use flour or sugar for. I also didn’t want to be a liar.

  I wished so many times I just had the courage to walk over to his door and knock on it again like I did that first day, but then I had a reason. This time it would be clear I wanted to hang out, and I learned early in life a lot of people don’t enjoy hanging out with me. I’m either messing something up or talking too much.

  After about a day of not seeing Bull I started making up the silliest reasons to go in and out of my front door. I went for a run that lasted three minutes because I tripped over the curb right outside the building and I knew it was a bad idea. But even with all the reasons I made up to go in and out of my door I still didn’t run into him. I started to think he was avoiding me.

  Today can’t end this way. I just can’t let it. I’ve gone from having so much fun to empty inside. I’ve been trying to figure out this feeling that took up residence inside of me since I’ve been apart from Bull. There’s an emptiness and it vanished the moment I opened my door and saw Bull standing there. Not only had he been standing there but he was coming to see me.

  Now that hole is coming back as I take my key out of my pocket and put it in the lock. When I open the door Bull follows me into my place and goes straight for my kitchen. He puts the groceries down on the counter and his gaze sweeps over my home. He takes everything in and it’s still kind of a mess. I have too much stuff and not enough room for everything without it looking cluttered.

  I stand in the doorway of the kitchen so when he turns he’ll finally have to face me. I have to say this. I can’t let him walk out the door without doing it.

  “Teeny I—”

  “That was really sweet of you,” I blurt out and talk over him. He stands there for a moment like I’m speaking a different language. “I accidentally run into people all the time and break stuff and you were so nice to that guy.” He was polite and tried to be helpful, but the other guy had been a total jerk. I wanted to smack him. Heck, I wanted to smack the cashier, too. She openly stared at Bull and I’m pretty sure she wanted him. I was standing right there. I know we aren't together but didn't we kind of look like we could be? I didn’t like her gawking at all his muscles.

  Walking around the store together felt so natural. It didn’t go unnoticed that not once had I knocked something over or almost tripped over myself. I even kept it together in the condom and baby aisle. I can’t let my mind go there right now. I have to stay focused on one thing at a time. If Bull doesn’t want to be around me I won’t be needing either of those aisles in the foreseeable future.

  I’ll never be totally certain, but I’m pretty sure Bull kept me from my accidents. I feel safe around him. No one runs into me and the one time I did almost step off the curb without noticing, Bull nudged me over to keep me from doing it. I felt him guide me along, but my mind was always on where he was softly touching me and not where I was going.

  I swear it was second nature to him. I’d thought for a moment he actually knew what accident I was going to have before I had it and he stopped some of them. Or maybe I’m making this bigger in my head than it really is.

  I want to go back to before that man ruined our day. Bull was the one who said sorry first and it wasn’t even his fault. I’m so used to people being mean when I do something by mistake that when Bull rushed to make the man feel better, my heart melted at his sweetness.

  Of course the jackass had to throw it back at Bull. I still can’t believe the balls the guy had to call Bull names. I was certain the guy was done for, but Bull is a good man and tried to calm everything down. Then the guy had his eyes on me and it goes to show that it didn't matter how big or small, a bully will go for anyone. He saw Bull’s kindness as a weakness.

  “I grabbed the man by his throat, sweets,” he reminds me, but my heart speeds up at the nickname and I lose focus. I want to ask if he calls everyone that or just me. My mom calls everyone “honey.” I don’t know why, but I like “sweets” that more than “sweetheart.” Maybe because it’s small and matches me more.

  “He had it coming.” I say, nodding so emphatically my messy bun bounces. “I was about to throttle him for the way he was talking to you.”

  “Don’t throttle anyone.” Bull takes a step towards me as if he’s going to stop me or take on the imaginary opponent right this second.

  “I know I can’t really throttle someone, but I can give them a piece of my mind and tell them they’re rude.” For the first time in the last ten minutes a smile pulls at the corner of his lips and it fills up some of that empty space inside me.

  “You have a lot of fire in you for being so…” He shakes his head, smiling more. “Teeny.”

  “I know. I’m all bark.” I laugh and wave my hand dismissively. “Like one of those yapping dogs.” My shoulders drop. “No one takes me seriously.”

  “But you keep on talking.” He sounds proud of me. I don’t hear him move but he’s right in front of me now. He puts a finger under my chin and lifts my head to look up at him. “You don’t let the rest of the world slow you down.”

  His finger moves to trace my jaw back and forth. His touch is warm and I fight not to close my eyes and face plant into his giant body. I want to be as close to him as possible. He could wrap around me and I wouldn’t have a care in the world.

  I lose the battle when his thumb traces my lips and I close my eyes. I tilt my head back and decide it will be easier to ask this question when I’m not looking into his eyes.

  “Will you kiss me? No one has ever kissed me before.”

  Chapter Six

  Bull

  My heart thumps in my chest as I look down at her perfect face. Her skin is soft as silk against mine and her lips are delicate like a flower.

  “You can have anything you want, Teeny,” I say as lean down and softly touch my lips to hers. “Take it all from me.”

  I’m so fucking big compared to her that I try to be gentle. I’m not prepared for her reaction to me, and having her supple body press against mine is my undoing.

  “Bull!” she shouts as I grab her by the waist and stomp over to the couch.

  I’m hot and heavy between my legs as she wraps her legs around my waist and I pin her to the sofa. I should roll over and let her be on top, but I’ve never felt like this before and need like I’ve never felt weighs on my back and I need to dominate her.

  “I’ll be gentle,” I say as I thrust my solid length against her.

  My cock is so big that it’s straining against my loose shorts and begging for release from its constraints. It juts out as I push the tip between her legs and into her cut-off jean shorts. What would it take to move that thin strip of denim to the side and let my cock feel her sticky warmth?

  I’m desperate as she grips my shirt and pulls it off of me and then suddenly her skin is on mine. Her hands are all over my chest and she’s petting me like a bear as I hump her into the cushions of the couch. Pillows fall to the floor around us and I think I hear something get knocked over and break, but neither of us stops to check and I can’t think about anything but kissing her.

  Her lips are soft and wet as her tongue tastes mine. When I feel her teeth on my bottom lip I groan and cum a little in my shorts. I can feel the sticky wetness against the material, but I keep on poking the head of my cock into the space between her thigh and her pussy, just hoping it slips in.

  She wiggles under me as if she’s desperate for the same accidental slip. Goddamn, how I want to have my bare cock inside her, but she’s a nice sweet girl. She might be legal, but her pussy isn’t old enough to take my cock and I won’t hurt her.

  “What are you doing?” I ask against her lips when I feel her move her hand down between us and she pulls her shorts to the side. It’s like she’s listening to every dirty thought inside my head.

  “Nothing,” she whispers, but we both know what she’s doing.

  My shorts are so wet from leaking that when I thrust I can feel her heat against the tip of my cock.
She moans and I feel her fingers moving faster and faster against her pussy. I glance down and the sight of her masturbating while I pretend to fuck her is too much for me to handle. I groan, squirting into my shorts, and I know some of it has to seep through and into her.

  “Fuck,” I grunt as I move on top of her with my big body.

  Her tiny hand works overtime and then I hear her little gasp. I pull back from kissing her and watch her eyes meet mine. Her face flushes and she moans just slightly, her fingers still, and she cums.

  “Can I taste it?” I ask, and she nods as her cheeks turn a brighter shade of red and she bites her lip.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind I think I hear someone knocking, but I ignore it. The only thing that matters right now is me getting to lick that sweet little pussy.

  I move down her body and see her shorts are still pulled to the side, exposing her pink folds that are glistening with her release. I don’t hesitate as I lick between her warm lips and roll my tongue over her clit. She cries out and I know she’s probably sensitive, so I dip my tongue lower and into her so I can taste her creamy nectar. I growl against her and bury my face into her, covering my nose and mouth in it. I want it all over me like a badge of honor. It’s proof that tells everyone she’s mine and belongs to me.

  “Maintenance!” I hear called out and without thinking I cover Teeny’s body with mine and growl at the intruder.

  “Get out!” Teeny shouts and thankfully the back of the couch faces the front door so even if the person walked in they wouldn’t have seen anything. “Damn it,” she says as she tries to sit up, but I put a hand on her chest.

  “Let me handle this. You stay right here.”

  When I stand up my shorts are soaked in the front and my cock is pointing straight out. I somehow pushed down my boxer briefs but kept my shorts in place so that there was a thin barrier between us, something to stop me from taking her. I might not be able to fuck her, but I don’t need to if she keeps letting me do that to her.