by Riley, Alexa
I reach inside my shorts and try and stuff my cock into my underwear. It’s too big and hard now to make much of a difference, but when I glance at Teeny she’s watching me with her mouth open. Fuck, I’d love to let her lick me clean, but I need to go take care of the guy who just barged into her place.
“Bull?” she says softly as I go to take a step away from her, but when I glance down I see her hand reaching for me.
“Yeah, sweets?” I take her hand in mine and step closer to her.
“Can I see it?” she asks softly as she sits up on the couch and looks up at me through her lashes.
“See what?” I say, but I know good and well what she’s talking about.
With her free hand she reaches out and tugs at the edge of my shorts. “I’ve never seen one before.”
“Fuck.” I close my eyes tight and clench my fist.
I don’t tell her no or stop her when she pulls the edge of my shorts down a little and peeks inside. My head of my cock is already sticking out of the top so when she moves her finger it brushes the tip. I grunt as she pulls it down a little more and her face gets closer.
“It’s so big,” she says, but she’s talking to herself as she pulls it down farther to get a better look.
Before I know what’s happening she’s leaning forward and pressing her soft, full lips to the exposed tip.
“Teeny,” I warn because I’d love nothing more than to grab her hair and shove her mouth on me. But I can’t be rough with her. She’s so fucking little.
“I’m just doing what you did,” she says against the soft skin of my cock right before her tongue brushes across the tip. My vision blurs and I have to widen my stance as it goes around and around.
There’s a loud knock on the door and this time I don’t miss it.
“Goddamn it.” I grit my teeth and take her face in my hands as I gently take a step back. “We’ve got to stop this.”
“Sorry,” she says, licking her lips and smiling at me like the devil. She’s not sorry at all.
Once again I stuff my cock as best as I can into my underwear and then squeeze the base hard to get it under control. I walk funny to the door because it’s too fucking big between my legs, and I grab my shirt as I go. When I put it on, I open the door just a crack and see the maintenance man Jerry standing there.
“Hey Bull,” he says in confusion as he looks at the door and then looks across the hall to my place. “Everything okay?”
He says the question a little loud and looks over my shoulder.
“You can’t just come in a woman’s apartment like that,” I scold, and he holds up his tool box.
“She called for assistance and I told her when I’d be here.”
“Uh oh,” I hear Teeny say behind me.
“Whatever it is, I’ll take care of it,” I say and go to close the door.
“I’d like to hear that from the young lady herself,” Jerry says with an insistent tone, and I narrow my eyes at him. What’s he playing at?
“I’m fine,” Teeny says as she moves in front of me and speaks to Jerry. “I totally forgot about the call, but I’m sure I can get Bull here to help me,” she says and pats me on the chest.
I nod behind her, but she can’t see it and Jerry peers at me.
“Thanks for coming so quickly, I appreciate it,” Teeny says as she tries to close the door. But before she can, Jerry shoots out a hand to stop it.
“Are you sure? I can always come back later,” he offers again, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up.
I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but Teeny cuts me off.
“Quite sure. Have a good night,” she says and she closes the door in his face.
“I don’t like that guy,” I grumble, looking out of the peephole and watching him stand there for a long minute before he walks away.
“That’s just because he interrupted us,” she says, and I turn around to see her raise an eyebrow at me. “Maybe we should go back to where we left off?”
“As much as I want to keep going,” I say as I step towards her and cup her face with both my hands. “I think if you keep putting your mouth on me, I might go blind.”
“I could help you navigate the world,” she says, smiling at me.
I kiss her quickly and then press my forehead to hers. “I’m not going anywhere, Teeny. There’s no rush.”
Her stomach growls and I realize I never put away her groceries, and the ice cream she was so excited to try is probably a container of soup. She has the same thought as I do and we both rush into the kitchen to put the food away and get something to eat.
Chapter Seven
Teeny
My whole body tingles as Bull helps me put away my groceries. I’m painfully aware of how wet I am between my legs as we move around in my small kitchen. I had no idea I could get that turned on, nor did I know that I could cum so hard I could forget my own name. I try and brush against him and touch him as much as I can without making it look like I’m doing it on purpose. He, on the other hand, looks to be giving me as much space as the kitchen will allow. I’m not sure why he’s acting that way after what we did in my living room. I can tell by glancing down at his shorts he’s still turned on, but his focus is on food. Maybe if we eat we can get back to making out and all the stuff we did before.
I turn around to grab my step stool to put something away, but Bull grabs the items and does it without me asking for help.
“Things get done a lot faster with you around,” I admit and smile at him.
He’s so big he takes up most of the space in my kitchen. I don't know what it is about his size that dominates each room he’s in, but it makes me want to crowd in close to him. I have to fight the urge to do it now that I see he’s trying to give me space. He’s probably used to people bumping into him and maybe it’s instinct for him to act that way. I want Bull to be comfortable around me and I’m guessing being all over him isn’t the way to do that. He did like us being all over each other a few minutes ago though.
My face heats thinking about it. I wish I had never called maintenance. I wonder how far Bull and I would have gotten if they hadn’t shown up.
“I need to feed you,” he reminds me.
Yes, feed me. That was what I’d been wanting before the guy knocked on the door. I’m pretty sure he banged on the thing for a while, but I’d been so lost in Bull the whole world could have exploded around us and I would have been none the wiser.
I had no idea I could be so bold. I was sure I’d be shy about sex, but when I felt his hardness press into me I was done for. He wanted me, so like everything in life I went for it.
“Food,” he adds with a smile.
My face must be showing where my mind went and I lick my still-swollen lips and wonder if they look well kissed.
“Can I watch?” I ask.
I know he said he would teach me a few things in the kitchen, but right now I only want to so I can see him move. Bull is more of a take-action kind of man, and the best way I can think of to get to know him is to watch him. I’m also starting to think he enjoys listening to me talk. The corners of his mouth pull up as I ramble on, letting me know I have his attention. Some people will space out when I talk too long, but not him; he’s listening to every word. I can see it on his face that he pays attention to everything I’m doing. It could be because of the line of work he’s in, but I’m going to tell myself it's because he wants me. Just as I can’t help but watch and listen to everything he says.
“Told you.” He takes a step towards me and cups my cheek. “You can have anything you want.”
My heart flutters. Yeah, he’s so paying attention because he wants to.
“Let me get my kitchen stool!” I smile brightly up at him and though I’m probably way too excited about watching someone cook, I don’t care.
I turn to go get it and run into one of the empty boxes I still needed to take out to the dumpster. There are so many of them lying around and I’ve been letting
them pile up because I still have a load to unpack.
One of Bull’s big arms wraps around my waist as he pulls my back to his chest.
“Careful, sweets.” He kisses the top of my head. “I’ll get the stool. Where is it?”
“I forgot.” I press into him and his hard cock digs into my backside.
He really is big everywhere. I’m not sure if the two of us can actually fit together, but I’m willing to try. Heck, doing what we did on the sofa is enough to keep me happy. I’ve never cum like that before. The soft touches I’ve given myself in the past have nothing on what Bull’s mouth down there could do. I want to feel his soft lips against me again, and more than anything I want to go back to putting my mouth on him and explore that some more.
“Forgot what?” he breathes, and the two words are thick and heavy with desire. The hold he has around me tightens as I wiggle against him.
“I haven't put it together yet.” I point to the box with the two stools in it.
I bought them for the kitchen area and I keep meaning to put them together. I’m not sure I’m the best person for the job, however. My place doesn't have a dining room like Bull’s does, but has a breakfast bar instead. I’ve been eating on the daybed because I’ve been putting off assembling the stools.
“I once helped my parents put together our kitchen table and chairs, and the one I did broke.” His body behind me shakes with laughter.
“I better do those then. I don’t want you sitting on it and getting hurt.” I smile, remembering when I sat on the chair and the thing crumbled under me. I think my mom and dad laughed for a good twenty minutes after they made sure I was okay.
“That would be sweet of you.”
He kisses me on the top of the head before walking over to the boxes. I didn't mean he had to do it right now. I go to tell him that, but with one pull he rips the box open. In a couple of minutes he has the stools together.
“Here?” he asks, gesturing towards the breakfast bar and I nod. He puts them both over there, then he picks me up and places me on one of them. “You okay?” I nod again, in awe of this man. “Are you sure? Because I’ve never see you this quiet before.” He smiles and I can tell he’s teasing me.
“I enjoy watching you,” I admit. Seeing him move around my place is nice. I didn't realize living alone could be so lonely until I was doing it. Having Bull in my space feels good and I don't want him to leave. I wonder how long I can keep him here.
“I think you’re the first person I don’t mind watching me.” He leans down a little now that I’m in the high-top chair and he kisses me again. I want to keep kissing him, but he pulls away. “I really do need to make you something to eat.” He gives me one more quick kiss before he steps back and goes into the kitchen. “You really been living off Chinese leftovers this whole time?” I can tell from his tone he isn't happy about that and it warms me that he cares.
“Yeah, sometimes I forget to eat.” He places a pan on the stove as his eyes come to mine.
“You forget to eat?” He repeats my words, clearly shocked.
“When I get lost in work.” I shrug. “It’s not really a big deal. I’m not used to being alone. I think my mom and dad would always remind me it was time for breakfast or dinner. I’ve noticed living here that I’ll glance over at the clock and hours have passed before I know it.”
After I ran into Bull and didn't see him, I’d asked for another project. I let myself get lost in it as much as possible so I’d stop stalking my peephole. I’m not sure it helped. The mockup stuffed animal design I turned in was of a giant teddy bear that had on a black shirt that was a touch too snug for it. The back of its shirt read “security” and on the front over the pocket of the shirt was the name “Bull.” I thought it was the cutest, most badass teddy bear I’d ever seen and I wasn't the only one who thought it either. Within minutes of turning in the design, the company I work for was losing their minds over it.
“Sounds like you need someone to keep an eye on you.” His tone is teasing, but his eyes don’t match. They look serious and possessive.
“Maybe so,” I say, wanting him to be the someone who keeps an eye on me.
Chapter Eight
Bull
It’s late when I wake up and realize Teeny isn’t with me. We fell asleep on the couch earlier and I don’t remember her getting up.
After I made her some lunch I helped her fix some things around her apartment and clear away boxes. I made about a dozen trips to the trash, but every time I took a load down she would give me a kiss, so I kept finding reasons to go.
We ended up working until dinner and I asked her to come over to my place and let me cook for her. She only had a tiny TV and seemed excited to watch mine. And as much fun as I had on her couch earlier, mine is built for someone my size.
I made more bread and pasta with a cream sauce. I kept filling up her plate until she lay back in her chair and rubbed her belly. Then I made her dessert and made her eat again, and by the time we sat on the couch to watch a movie she couldn’t keep her eyes open.
We lay down on it with her in front of me facing the TV. I pulled a blanket around us and held her close and within seconds I could hear her soft snoring. At some point I must have dozed off, too, because now it’s the middle of the night and the only light in the room is from the TV.
“Bull?” I hear her soft voice and I look up to see her walking towards me.
She’s wearing my shirt and it looks like a sheet draped over her. She must have picked it up off the floor when I took it off last night. I can’t sleep with clothes on and I wanted to feel her against my chest.
Her bare legs are pale in the light and look like fresh milk. Her fingers are bunching up the material in the front slightly as she walks over to me.
“What is it, Teeny? Are you okay?”
She bites her bottom lip as her dark hair pools over one shoulder. “Will you kiss it?”
She pulls the hem of my shirt up to reveal her pretty bare pussy and all I can do is nod. I reach out and put my hand on the back of her thigh as I bring her closer to me.
“Come here,” I say, lifting her leg and rolling onto my back.
She holds onto my shirt as I grab her hips and settle her down on my mouth. Her pussy lips are soft and warm as I spread them with my tongue and rub against her clit. She’s already wet and rocking her hips back and forth.
“I woke up and wanted you so bad,” she whines when I slip a finger inside her. “My hand wasn’t enough.”
“You don’t need to do that anymore,” I say as I roll my tongue back and forth over her clit. “I’m right here for you, sweets.”
I move my finger in and out, and when I think she’s ready I give her another one. My cock drips onto my belly as she wiggles on top of me and I ache for release. I rub the sweet spot inside her and she cries out and falls forward, gripping the edge of the sofa. I don’t stop as I suck on her clit, and with just a few quick licks she cums right on my face.
I growl as her pussy coats my mouth and chin. My tongue is everywhere, trying not to miss a drop, and my cock is beyond painful.
“More!” she cries, moving her pussy against my tongue, and I can’t tell her no.
“My greedy girl,” I say as I flip her over and pull her ass to the edge of the sofa. I kneel in front of her.
I bury my face quickly between her legs as I shove my boxers down and pull out my cock. I’m going to have to cum before my cock breaks in half and I die a painful death.
“I can’t get enough of your tongue,” Teeny moans, spreading her legs wider.
Sliding two fingers back inside her I lube them up and then wrap my hand around my cock. I’m jerking it hard and fast and there’s cum already dripping from the tip. The sound of me eating her pussy and jacking my cock is filthy and wonderful.
“Bull?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, but I hear it and look up into her eyes. “Let me watch.”
She’s so swollen and needy, but I have to take
my mouth off of her pussy to let her see what I’m doing. So I sit back and rub her clit with my thumb while my other hand jacks off for her.
“Oh god,” she gasps, her eyes fixed on my hand moving up and down my length.
I use more of my cum to make my hand slick and slow down so she can enjoy it. I grit my teeth because having her eyes on me is making it impossible not to cum, and seeing her pussy spread open like this makes me want to fuck it.
“Let me feel you here,” she says as if reading my mind. Her fingers come down and she parts her lips in invitation and I’m only so strong.
“Fuck,” I mutter and place the tip of my cock between her lips. She uses her fingers to push them around the tip so that I’m right up against her clit and her soft folds are touching me.
Cum leaks from me and I can see it bead up and spill over. My heartbeat is in my cock and it’s throbbing with how full it is.
“More,” she moans, rolling her hips, and my slick cock slips lower and into her pussy.
I shake my head and clench my jaw but don’t pull away. “I could get you pregnant.”
“We’ll be careful,” she whispers, and the devil on my shoulder tells me she’s right.
I let the head of my cock go in just an inch and her wet opening surrounds me. I pull back, but she doesn’t let me get far before her hips are rocking down on my cock and pulling me back in. I groan as I surge forward and a few more inches slip inside her.
“Bull!” she shouts, and I tense when I realize I’ve broken through her virginity.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry, sweets,” I say as I lie on top of her and kiss her softly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“It’s okay. Just give me a second. Don’t go.” Her legs wrap around me and she’s trying to keep me from pulling out.