by Wyatt, Dani
“So wet. So beautiful. My shy little girl. Cum for me, baby.”
He shifts upward into me, every inch of him owning me from the inside. His hand swoops to my lower back, pressing me down, the perfect amount of pressure, the exact friction needed to bring me to the edge as his eyes stay pinned to my face.
“That’s my girl. You’re right there. I want to feel you soak us. Can you do that for me?”
He moves us faster and my hands grip tighter into the hard muscle of his shoulders. My hips grind into him as my orgasm springs forward on a yelp.
“You make me feel like a king, Cricket. When you cum I’m a fucking warrior. I’ve never been so happy.”
His words echo around in my head as my body spasms and I fall onto him, heaving each breath as if it was my last.
As the seconds ticked by, he whispers the most beautiful words into my ear. The hand that only moments before pulled my hair, now lovingly caresses my back in long, even strokes. The safety I’ve always felt with him is now multiplied tenfold.
When blood begins to return to my brain, I begin to think about how we’ve gotten here. I bury my face into the rough scrape of the day’s growth on his neck, breathing in his spicy masculine scent and feeling it center me. “Things will be different now. I promise. I’ll never risk losing you again.”
I let out a giggle, wondering how he knew exactly what to say at that moment. “Things are always different. But we never know if they will be better or worse, do we?”
“I do. I know. I’ve spent every moment of every day since I last saw you planning our life, Mia. It was the only thing that kept me going. Imagining us together like this.”
Walker shifts and in one smooth motion he takes me by the hips and lifts me cleanly, up in the air away from him and settling me into his arms as he stands, stretching, muscles cracking. His words comfort me, but the pain of being at the financial mercy of others still tugs at me.
It’s been a prison from which I couldn’t escape. Without my own means, I was trapped. My entire life I’ve been kept like that by my father; unwilling to ever let me find my own way, using everything in his power to keep me powerless. He refused to ever let me work even a meaningless job, refused to let me be out in the world. College was a topic that only brought down a tirade of venom of which I never knew the source. I just knew I was trapped.
But There’s a speck of hope. A bit of a plan forming in my head. Nana’s words from earlier now seem like a direction. Taking something I love, something I think I’m good at and turning it into a source of income. Maybe even a career.
“Where are we going?” I ask as his long strides carry us toward the door of the office.
“I know you’re hurting. And it’s my job now to take care of every part of you. Your heart. Your body. Your spirit. And right now, your body needs a bath and some gentle TLC. I’ve dreamed of giving you a bath for so long. That may sound weak to you but it’s part of how it will be. You are mine to care for now, Mia. Hope you can get used to that.”
I’m lost in the moment, even as that tiny voice in my head chirps for me to be careful.
When he stops at the top of the stairs where light is streaming in through the wall of leaded glass windows, he cocks his neck to look down at me. I squint into the beams of bright light and feel more exposed than ever. For a moment, I wish that he’d wrapped me in the blanket before carrying me.
“What?” I mutter, casting my eyes into his chest. The hard pectorals are outlined by deep valleys every time the muscle shifts.
“You do realize I love you, right? I never stopped loving you.”
Heat covers my face. All the nights and dreams I’ve had since I was fourteen, dreams of hearing him tell me he loves me, he wants me, all of it comes flooding back. For the past few years my nights have been haunted by the realization I would never know or never hear him tell me that again, but all of that is suddenly swept away.
I take a moment, my ears ringing, unsure what to say.
“No. I guess I didn’t.”
“Well, make no fucking mistake. I do. I fucking love you.”
With that, he ascends the remaining stairs and carries me to my room and the attached bath, leaving me feeling safe and in danger all at the same time.
5
Walker
AFTER THE BATH, I INTENDED on eating her out to my heart’s content and leaving my own needs aside. I was well aware that her poor body had to be aching. She’d taken me like a champ earlier twice, but her virgin blood told me that taking her again so soon may be too much.
Instead, after a trifecta of orgasms given gladly with my mouth and fingers, she lay back on the bed, eyes glazed with lust, spread her legs for me and grinned as I knelt there admiring her.
“More,” she’d coaxed with her parted lips and open arms. “You. I want you.”
My protests were in vain, both my will to give her everything she wants in this world and my own pounding lust steering the ship, and within moments, I’d flipped her over and took her deep and hard from the rear.
She owns my ass. That much is clear. If I’d thought years ago I lost for her, that’s nothing compared to what I feel now.
“You tore the sheets off, Cricket.”
This time I’ve got her in the bed, down on her knees, panting and filled with me after I feasted on her sweet pussy, reveled in it as she perched on my face, taking my tongue until her juices ran down my chin.
She moans at my comment, doesn’t say a word, just fists the fabric tighter as I send my hips forward, watching her pink perfection swallow up nearly every inch I dare give her.
One of the most beautiful sights is looking down and watching her body take me inside. I stare, mesmerized by the shimmering wet folds that look almost obscene, spreading so wide as I slip in and out of her opening.
The tight grip around my shaft as I stroke in and out nearly drew out my cum with each motion. Like her body was my perfect cum-milking machine. Nothing has ever felt so good and the fact that I’ve never been with a woman without latex between us is suddenly one of the best decisions of my life.
“Cricket, just like that. Take it for me.”
“Yes, I’m trying,,” she whispers, turning her head around to latch her eyes to mine.
Her words push me close to the edge, as does the flush of need on her cheeks. She pushes her lush hips back, meeting my thrusts with her own movements, and the thought that she wants me as much as I want her is more than I can bear.
A rumble of impending release comes from my depths. My fingers dig into her soft flesh, turning it pink. I pull at her curves, exposing the dark circle of her ass and let go with one hand, sliding it so my thumb is pressed into the tightness there.
“Soon I’ll be here,” I grit out, looking down to see her lips open and her eyes roll back.
I send my cock into her as deep as I dare, increasing the speed as the intense pleasure draws my balls tight and there’s no more willpower left to hold back the tide of cum that demands to be delivered.
“Cum, baby. Cum with me...”
She arches her back, canting her ass higher and taking the last few inches on her own just as a gush of her own fluid sprays out, squirting against my balls, against my hips, and sending us together into a grunting, moaning orgasm.
The last of my strokes are merciless. Harder and deeper I go, faster as her body milks every drop of my cream. The sounds emanating from her are unlike any I’ve heard before and I’m lost listening to the crescendo of her screams and my deep, bass roar.
My orgasm comes from parts of me I’d never known before. It’s not just a physical release either; I’m giving her parts of me I’ve saved just for her. I cum so hard and so long, white opalescent strings drip down from where our bodies are attached to form a little mound of cum below our hips.
Her body shakes beneath me as I bring my chest down onto her back, one hand reaching down to stroke her face, to brush back the hair stuck to her cheeks and tangled in her lips.
“My kitten. My girl.” I whisper the words into her ear, enjoying the sensation where her body still clutches at the base of my cock. The ripples of her pleasure send waves of joy through me.
“Never leave me again, Walker. Promise me that.” Her voice is raspy, thick with truth and vulnerability, and it drives cold stakes into my heart.
“Never. I’ll never leave you again.”
As I slowly withdraw, missing her body already, I move us together down onto the torn and crumpled sheets. Pulling her into my chest, I gently push my knee between her legs, arranging her limp arms so she is holding me with her head resting on my shoulder. My lips press down on the top of her head, and I breathe in her sweet scent.
The room darkens with the late afternoon sun as it turns to evening.
One of her hands comes to my cheek, her eyes keen on me as she bites her bottom lip. Years of observing her tell me there’s something on her mind, and I ask the question before she can push it away. “What is it?” I inch our faces back so I can examine every nuance of her expression, watching for any deceit.
“Nothing.” A sly grin curves one corner of her lips, but in her eyes, a question remains.
“Listen to me.” My voice is stern and she blinks at the depth of my words. “Anything, and I mean anything that is going on in your head, I want to know about it. Nothing is off limits. In fact, I need to know those thoughts of yours. Any questions, Any feelings you have. Opinion, need, desire, hurt, joy...all of it, Cricket. You give it to me, okay? Let me take it all. That’s your gift to me. All of you. I want it all. Now, tell me right now—what’s going on in your head?”
She swallows, inhales through her nose as her hand drifts down my neck to spread over my heart before she replies.
“You asked me if I’d been with anyone else. If I’d even kissed anyone else...” She brings a shoulder to her ear, her eyes shifting nervously as her voice trails off then comes back. “What about you?”
The shy little girl sitting cross-legged on the floor of the office is here in front of me. Those wide eyes that took me in that day as if I was bigger than life, eyes that stole my heart, are doing it again right now. She wants to know if I waited for her.
Fuck. My heart nearly snaps a rib at the idea that she’s even questioning that.
“Baby.” I pull her closer, nestling her tight against me. “From the day I met you, I’ve never even thought of another woman. I told you that.”
She curls closer to me and I relish her contented sigh.
“You told me before you would always be here. You would always take care of me. I mean, it’s not your fault, but sometimes we never know, do we? I mean, I thought you were gone forever. I just... I figured you’d moved on. Figured you were out of prison, and you would start a new life with someone else.”
Her words drive knives into me because she is right. I did promise her, and I didn’t keep those promises.
“I know. There are not enough lifetimes for me to say I’m sorry. Not enough ways for me to make that up to you.”
“It’s okay. It’s just, I need to figure out how to take care of myself. I know you mean what you say, but the truth is, you can’t make that promise, Walker. The only person I can always count on is me, and I have to figure that out. I have Nana... She’s always loved me no matter what, my whole life and I have to be sure I’m prepared to take care of her.”
“Baby.” My heart hurts. “I will figure out a way to be sure, no matter what happens, I promise that you will always be taken care of. I know, things went to shit fast before, but I’ve learned. I have things already in the works. You will be fine. We will be fine. And that includes Nana. Okay? Trust me, Cricket.”
Walking out of prison this morning, my plans were in place, but I had no idea how I was going to find her. Now everything has changed. The need for things to be in order as fast as possible is multiplied a thousand-fold.
“Speaking of Nana, I should go check on her. It’s been a few hours, she’ll be wondering where I am.”
“Come on, quick bath then we’ll go check on her together. She’s part of my life now too, Cricket. Make no mistake, I’ll take care of you both.”
I move to the side of the bed and stand, looking down in awe at the way her hair, messy and fresh fucked, spread over the white bedding. Her body is a miracle of curves and delicious soft flesh. A twitch in my cock tells me what I already know, I will never tire of her. Never turn her away. My lust for her will only grow as times goes on.
She winces as she takes my offered hand, moving her hips slightly and receiving a reminder of how fresh the impact of what we’ve done remains. Her ivory flesh is marked with red and developing purple welts where my teeth and hands took what is mine and left the evidence thereof the years of pent-up need.
“And just so you know, no more panties unless I say so. I need easy access. I’ve waited too long, I’m never waiting again.”
There’s been a shift inside me. A bubbling up of something primal. A part of me that leaves civilized thought behind when it comes to her. I demand her body show she belongs to me. My scent and my marks will be on her every day from now until the end of my days. If any man dares touch her, dares come near her, starts sniffing around her, there will be hell to pay. I protect what is mine.
“You’re a bossy brute.” She smiles as I pull her gently to her feet and hold her still, giving her a moment to find her footing as her legs soften beneath her.
“I make no apologies, Cricket. You bring out the beast. Best you make your peace with that part of me, I’m never putting him away again. Never.”
With that, I rest my hands on her shoulders, guiding us back into the bathroom so I can care for her battered pussy with a warm cloth before we dress and wind our way through the halls of the estate to see Nana.
6
Mia
“I REMEMBER YOU.” NANA stabs a crooked finger in the air toward Walker before turning to look at me. “I remember him.” Walker tries to interrupt, but she’s having none of it. “You were one of the good ones. He’s also hot.” She bobs her eyebrows and turns to slowly eyeball Walker up and down.
Her hair is a tangled gray nest on top of her head as she adjusts herself in the bed leaning on a pile of pillows.
“Nana!” I chastise, smothering a giggle.
“Well.” She raises her tone. “He is. I’m old, Mia, I’m not dead.”
“I remember you as well.” Walker’s deep voice, with its kind intonation, sends a shiver through me. His impact on me hasn’t lessened one bit in all the years we’ve been apart. The simplest of movements and gestures, seemingly innocuous words he says, still have the ability to stall my breath and flutter my stomach.
He’s sitting in the wingback chair in front of the window. It’s all roses and dark, heavy antiques in here but it doesn’t feel old. Nana doesn’t seem old either, at least to me. Her body at ninety-three is giving in a bit, but her sense of humor and endless wisdom only improve with time.
She gets around okay most of the time, but arthritis wears on her and she uses her wheelchair when the pain gets to be too much. But her mind and her tongue are as sharp as ever.
After Walker and I took a bath, my stomach was growling. So, before we came to Nana’s room Walker and I went to the kitchen. I’d picked up only a few groceries on our way here after the airport, but enough to get us by for a couple days. Walker made me a grilled turkey sandwich, which I ate while he made another for Nana, then we made the trek here to her room.
The soreness between my legs reminds me how much has changed in just a few short hours, and yet how much has stayed the same.
“So why are you here?” Nana narrows her eyes at Walker. “You may be good looking, and I always got a good feeling about you. But this whole mess.” She shakes her head, raises her cane to jab it in the air. “You were a part of it, weren’t you?”
Without missing a beat, Walker nods. “I was.”
“Nana.” I shift my position, sudde
nly uncomfortable where I’m sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed.
Walker continues. “But things are different. I’m going to take care of things. Make it right.”
“Why should I trust you? Why should she?” Nana barks. “You show up here the day we get back, you want something, I can see it in your eyes. I’m tired of people wanting something from her and no one offering her anything in return. We sat like prisoners for five years in Mexico, no one came. Sure didn’t see you there.”
I interrupt, unable to hold back my need to defend Walker with the little I know. “He was the only reason Dad made any money for years. Walker was the one that had the knowledge, the talent... then it was one deal that Dad pushed too far. He had inside information, but it was Walker who took the fall for it all. He went to prison for five years. Dad took us and ran, while Walker stayed behind and...and paid the price for us. Nana—” I have more but she’s having none of it.
“Don’t you Nana me.” She points her gaze my way. “If things are going to get any better for you, we need to make sure the people around you give two hoots about you this time. I’m old. I have no money of my own. The only thing I can offer you is experience. And right now, my experience is telling me you need to be very careful who you keep around you. No one took care of you, Mia. No one. Not your own father, for chrissake, and you take care of me like it’s your mission in life.” She pauses for a shaky breath and I see the concern in her eyes.
“Well,” I start. “The one thing I’ve learned...through my experience...is I need to learn to count on myself.” My words come out harder than I intend, but there is truth behind them.
I dare to look over at Walker and see the flash of something across his face. Was it hurt? Anger? I’m not sure but he clenches his jaw, brings his hands to run through his hair, forehead to the base of his neck with a long exhale.