by Kate Benson
“I don’t think you mean that at all,” I argue once more, this time pulling a low giggle from her chest.
“Well, it’s nice to be nice,” she allows as the deep breath sitting in my chest leaves me with a low sigh of defeat.
“Okay, princess,” I relent, angling her chin up so I can press my lips to hers. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she promises, her face shifting into a soft smile as she kisses me once more. I release her and watch her climb into bed before stepping away and moving toward the bathroom. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll be right there,” I promise, gesturing toward my cock. “I’ve just got to take care of this first.”
“You’re still hard?” she asks, her eyes rounding in surprise when I nod.
“It doesn’t just go away on its own, princess.”
“Are you mad?” she cuts me off, sitting up on her elbows to face me.
“No, I just…” I trail off, gesturing toward my cock once more. “Gotta go take care of it first.”
“Do you have to?” she makes another face when I nod. “I don’t want you to.”
“Baby, I’m not gonna be able to sleep like this.”
“But it’s weird,” she insists.
“Why’s that weird?” I ask. “Girls finger-fuck themselves and no one thinks that’s weird.”
“Well, yeah, because it’s different,” she shrugs, making me arch my eyebrow. “When we do it, it’s soft and sexy and sensual. When guys do it, y’all hunch over like creepy-ass looking cavemen and do that weird thing with your face.”
“Okay, first of all, no I don’t,” I tick off on my fingers. “Second, even if I did, I don’t really have a choice here, Evie.”
“You do have a choice.”
“No, I don’t. Especially now that I’ve got a mental image of you finger-fucking yourself.”
“You put that in your own head!”
“Totally irrelevant,” I admit, making her roll her eyes.
“I really don’t want you to,” she insists. “I’m going to hear you in here and it’s going to creep me out.”
“Well, then you’re gonna have to let me fuck you.”
“Baby, I’m so tired. We walked like eighty-two miles today,” she argues, her voice low. “Besides, Mason’s sleeping in the next room.”
“Don’t pull that shit with me. When you wanted it this morning, you were fine leaving him to live on the fucking porch,” I remind her with a smirk. “Look, it’s fine, but I’m going in the bathroom,” I put my hands up in surrender, ignoring the look of disdain coming from her. “I’m sorry if you think it’s weird, but I gotta do what I gotta do. I love you to death, but I’m taking a hard pass on blue balls.”
I turn once more toward the bathroom and slow when I hear the low huff coming from the bed, the sound of covers being tossed away.
“Fine!” she meets my eyes. “Come on. I’ll let you fuck me.”
“Eww,” I reply in offense. “Not if you’re going to be like that.”
“Whatever. I’ve been way more horrible before and you’ve still wanted to,” she rolls her eyes. “Besides, I’m not being like anything. I’m totally into it.”
“You’re a shit liar, baby,” I accuse, pulling a sigh from her chest.
“Do you want it or not?”
“Mmm … I love it when you talk dirty,” I tease as I approach the bed and throw the covers onto the floor. This time, she can’t help the soft smirk that covers her lips at my words. I bend to kiss her neck and her low chuckle turns into a soft moan as I run my tongue lower and wrap it around her nipple. “Feel good?” I husk, pulling an enthusiastic nod from her before I give it a gentle bite, making her breathing hitch with pleasure. My hand slides between her legs, the feel of her growing wet around my fingers making both of us purr quietly as my lips move back to hers. “You’re not too sleepy now, are you?” I croon as I cage her in, the feel of my cock pressing against her thigh through my jeans pulling a low mewl of pleasure from her. “My dirty little heathen wants it bad, doesn’t she?”
“Mhmm,” she nods as I trace her clit with the pad of my thumb. “Oh, my God, Dash. That feels so good.”
“Hmm…” I hum into her mouth, teasing her lips with my tongue as she grows wetter and makes her hips buck slightly. “Well, too bad. I’m tired,” I pull away playfully, making her mouth drop in offense as I hover over her trembling frame. “And don’t even think about fucking yourself while I’m asleep. It’s weird.”
“Are you shitting me right now?”
“What’s wrong? You don’t like it when I tell you no?” I smirk victoriously as her nostrils flare. “Is that not something Chad and Dirk Whateverthefuck would do?”
“First of all, it’s Chase and Drake Mitchell,” she corrects me. “Second, no they wouldn’t because they aren’t jackasses.”
“Seems subjective,” I shrug, still hovering over her with a smirk. “Stop being so fuckin’ dramatic, baby. I’ve never put you to bed with a needy cunt before and I don’t plan on starting tonight.”
My words make her breathing falter, her eyes hood and while I’m sure I taste victory, the way she looks away says she’s trying to sell a different story.
“Maybe I don’t want you to have it after you hurt my feelings,” she admits, her voice quiet as I run my lips down her neck. “Maybe I hate you now.”
“Maybe you’re a lyin’ little shit,” I argue quietly, gently gripping her chin and nudging it in my direction until she faces me. “Maybe you love the fuck out of me.”
I press my lips to hers, noticing immediately when she doesn’t kiss me back, but not relenting as I continue to steal her kiss. Slowly, she begins to reciprocate, a low whimper moving through her chest when I growl into her mouth.
“Okay, so I don’t hate you,” she allows as I dip to taste her collarbone, her tone still somewhat dramatic as her hands grip my shoulders. “But I don’t like you very much,” she insists, my eyes raising to find her assertive gaze on mine. “That was really mean, even for you.”
“I know, baby,” I hum against her flesh, my head dipping low to tease the barbell in her nipple. “You just keep quiet and we’ll be friends again in a minute.”
“So stupid,” she accuses in a low moan as my tongue swirls over her navel before I bend to skim her swollen clit with my tongue, taking her breath.
My eyes move up to find hers fluttering in pleasure, pulling the gentle smirk back to my lips.
“Am I forgiven, pussycat?” I ask and immediately, she answers with an incessant nod that pulls a low hum from my chest. “Good girl,” I whisper, giving her another quick taste before gently tapping the back of her knee. “Roll onto your side for me, sugar.”
She does as I ask, releasing a low huff when I cage her in once more, holding her knee in place with mine as I slide into her.
I start slow. The feel of her, hot and wet, wrapping around my neglected cock pulls a gasp from us both. It isn’t long until we’re both panting, one of my hands gripping the edge of the mattress while the other roams greedily over her front, touching as much as I can. She turns her head slightly to face me, her hot breath moving over my chest as she reaches for the back of my neck.
“Kiss me, Dash,” she begs low, her hard kiss only spurring me on as I feel her pussy begin to tighten around my shaft.
Her demand makes me growl and I reach for the headboard, gripping it tight as I splay the other over her midsection, driving into her faster. My name begins to spring from her lips like a chant, her walls hugging me tighter as she grows wetter with every thrust.
“Dash,” she mewls. “I’m about to-”
“There’s my girl,” I cut her short. “Come for me, pussycat.”
Her eyes flutter slightly once more before her jaw goes slack, her head falling against my chest in pleasure. Her nails dig into my wrist and I drive into her faster. My name ricochets between us as I feel her orgasm wash over me, her whimpers drowned out by the sharp smack of m
e slamming into her drenched center.
“Motherfucker,” I husk, chasing my own release as I hold her in place, preparing to fill her. “Evie…” I trail off. “Your pussy…” I bite my lip with a growl. “Fuck.”
“Hmm…” she mewls, sliding our joined hands lower, my fingers brushing her between her thighs as she pants beneath me, twisting her hips. “Yes, baby.”
It’s all I need.
I feel my own jaw go slack as she twists her hips just slightly and my balls begin to tighten.
I’m on the cusp, just barely hanging onto the edge when I feel it, all my movement stopping in an instant.
“Woah!” I freeze, my voice low and breathy. “What was that?”
“What?” she asks, her eyebrows quirking together slightly for a moment before she turns her head and I move my hand away from her stomach. “What’s the matter?”
“What the hell just happened?” I ask once more, my eyes moving from hers to her stomach, my voice beginning to shake. “Evie…”
“You felt that?” she asks, her eyes widening as understanding reaches her and her lips begin to curve up on either side.
“I felt something,” I admit, thoroughly freaked out. “What was it?”
“Aww,” she smiles, her eyes slightly moist with tears despite the shock filling mine. “It was the babies,” she insists, reaching for my hand once more. “Maybe you can feel it again!”
“No!” I pull my hand away, slipping out of her, my gaze still locked on her stomach.
“Are you crazy?” she asks, holding my eyes when I raise from the mattress. “Don’t you want to feel them kick?”
“Not when I’m doing that to their mother!” I insist, my voice coming out louder than intended, pulling a low giggle from her lips. “Don’t laugh! This is serious!”
“I’m sorry, babe,” she sighs, her eyes telling me otherwise. “I just… it’s not like this is the first time they’ve kicked around while we’ve been-”
“What?” I hiss, my pacing coming to a stop as I balk at her.
“It happens all the time!” she replies, openly laughing at me as I immediately pull on a pair of sweats. “Where are you going? Don’t you want to finish?”
“Not now!” I admit, shaking my head when she begins to argue. “No, ma’am!” I cut her off. “I need to process what just happened.”
“You felt your children kicking,” she deadpans.
“While I was fucking you!” I retort in a harsh whisper from the doorway. “And this is just fine for you?” I judge, not allowing her to answer through her fit of giggles. “Whatever,” I put my hands up. “You fuck off for ten minutes.”
“You’re being such a baby,” she calls out, her laughter still tainting her words through the bathroom door.
She’s probably right.
I’m not about to tell her mean little ass that, but it’s true.
I stand in the mirror, my emotions warring from within me as I ignore the embarrassment that stems from my childish reaction. In my defense, though, I’d been trying to get them to kick for me for weeks with no success.
The one time I get them to do what I want?
Yeah. They definitely take after their mother.
“They must get their timing from your side,” I shake my head in amusement as I open the bathroom door. “I finally get to feel them kick and they make me feel like a total skeeve.”
I release a low chuckle at my own words, shutting the lights off and stepping back into the bedroom, my eyes moving to hers when she remains silent.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, watching her whip her head around to face me before she lifts my phone and her glare meets mine.
“Who the fuck is Hailey?”
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“You heard what I said, Dash,” I stare back at him. “Who is she?”
“She’s just some girl from work,” he finally admits, his movements slowing when he reaches for the comforter and I snag it from his fingers, covering his side of the bed back up.
“That’s an awfully bold assumption,” I snap, my chest beginning to heave with a combination between panic and rage. “Why is some girl from work texting your phone?” I demand as I pull my shirt back over my head. “Why the fuck does she even have your phone number?”
“I’m a manager, baby,” he insists with an annoyed shrug. “Everyone up there has my phone number.”
“Don’t get annoyed with me,” I warn. “You don’t get to be annoyed with me right now.”
“I’m annoyed because you’re overreacting,” he replies, holding my eyes. “Do you really think I-”
“Why is she texting you?”
“I don’t know,” he says again, this time, his voice raising to match his frustration. “You’ve got my phone right now. Why don’t you tell me?” he continues, his nonchalant reply only further pissing me off. “It’s probably something work related.”
I stare back at him, fuming, lowkey heartbroken really, before I lift the phone between us and shift my voice into skank-mode.
“‘Hey Dash! What kind of trouble are you getting into tonight, hunny? XO winky face, Hailey,’” I recite as my eyes move across the three lines on the screen before my glare makes its way back to him. “What do you think, hunny,” I spit. “Does that sound like it’s work related?”
“Evie,” he sighs, rubbing his palms over his face before finally, he pinches the bridge of his nose and glances down at me. “I barely know the girl. I have no idea why she’s text-”
“No idea?” I cut him off, my face stained with disbelief. “You really expect me to believe that you have no clue why this girl would be texting you this bullshit on your night off?”
“Yes, I do expect you to believe that, Evie, because it’s the fucking truth,” he snaps back. “I mean, shit, baby. What do you want me to do? Do you want me to tell her to fuck off?”
“No, no,” I shake my head, smirking viciously as I lift his phone back into my hand. “Let me.”
“Baby,” he sighs, his annoyance getting the better of him as my fingers begin flying furiously over the keyboard. “Give me the phone.”
“No,” I reply immediately, watching his nostrils begin to flare.
“Evie, what are you typing?”
“Don’t fuckin’ worry about it,” I retort, the tapping from his phone only annoying him further.
“She’s my boss’s niece, Evie,” he tries, shaking his head when I shrug.
“Guess he should’ve trained her better.”
“You can’t send that text.”
“Don’t think so, huh?” I ask, my voice dripping with sarcasm as my eyes flit up to find his. “Well, why don’t you stand right there and wait so I can prove you fucking wrong, Dash.”
“Baby, I swear to God-” he begins, his voice holding an edge that does nothing to sway me as he sets his jaw. “Give it to me.”
I square my shoulders, turning to face him more completely as his eyes bore into mine. I raise slightly on my knees, bringing our eyes level before I push out a low steadying breath of my own.
“I. Said. No.”
His nostrils flare, his chest quakes slightly and I watch him struggle to compose himself. I know he’s pissed. I know I’m honing in on every nerve this man’s got in his body right now and dry humping the fuck out of it.
I also don’t give a shit.
“Evie-” he starts, his tone barely even. “You’re going to get me fired. Do you want to be homeless?”
“Look at me, Dash. Look me in the fucking eyes,” I order in a low voice, my finger hovering over the send button as I hold his gaze. “I will set your fucking car on fire. Do you honestly think I give two shits about this apartment?”
“Dammit Evie!” he rails, reaching for the phone once more. “Give it to me.”
“Why? Do you miss her?” I retort, struggling to hide the hurt radiating from my chest. “Is one night away just too fucking much for you?”
“I don’t give a s
hit about her! I’m trying to keep you from getting me fired over some bullshit.”
“It’s not bullshit!”
“It is bullshit,” he argues. “I told you the shit meant nothing and you’re going off the fucking deep end like a psychopath.”
“What did I tell you about calling me crazy, Dash?”
“And what’d I fucking say about you calling me a liar?” he counters, making my chest heave in frustration. “You know what? Fine. Send the text. When I get fired over some shit I told you didn’t mean anything, it’ll be because you had to show your ass, Evie. This won’t be on me, babe. It’ll be because you’re acting fucking ridiculous.”
“No, I’m not, Dash!” I shriek. “And the fact that you can even say that to me tells me you don’t get how fucked up this is.”
“You’re right. I don’t get it,” he admits as he thows his hands up, making my chest seize again. “I don’t get how ten seconds ago, everything was fine. I get one stupid, meaningless text from a random person I barely know and you’re acting like I’m leading some kind of double life or some shit.”
“It’s not one stupid, meaningless text from a random person, Dash,” I argue. “It’s a fucking booty call from some whore at your job!”
“Baby-” he starts, his voice coming out in a groan.
“Well, what the hell would you call it?” I demand. “She feels comfortable enough to do it. That means something, Dash!”
“No, it doesn’t! Not to me!” he starts, cutting me off when I try to argue. “It means nothing to me, Evie. She’s just a girl with a crush. I-”
“Now she’s a girl with a crush?” I cut him off, watching his jaw set. “Does she hit on you while you’re with her?”
“Ba-”
“Answer the question, Dash,” I cut him off once more, but this time, my voice is softer. “When the two of you are together, does she hit on you?”
I stare back at him for a moment and slowly, he begins shaking his head and releases a sigh. “Why are you doing this?”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Yeah,” he shrugs. “Yes, sometimes she hits on me, but it-”