“Shit. That’s him. Gotta go!” She starts to walk past me, but then pauses, looking back. “What are you going to do today anyway?”
I point a thumb at my bed. “Sleep as much as I can.”
She giggles. “That sounds nice. Well, if you get hungry, let me know. I’ll pick some food up for you.”
“Thanks, Justine. Have fun on your date.”
She’s gone in the blink of an eye. I walk to the hallway, listening to the door click shut and lock. I step to the window, watching her hop into the car, give Preston a smooch on the lips, and then he pulls out of the driveway in his BMW. When they’re gone, I breathe a sigh of relief.
I look toward Axel’s house. I wonder if he’ll come. After sneaking in my bedroom window, I haven’t heard from him since. Has he already had enough?
Pulling away, I walk to my bathroom and start up the shower. I take a quick one, but when I’m out, that’s when I hear knocking on the door.
My chest feels warmer, my belly twisting up in the best way possible, but I keep my steps casual as I head for the front door. When I open it, he’s there, standing tall, shoulders hunched.
“Well, look who it is,” I say sarcastically.
“We only fuck on Sunday’s, right?” His voice is gruff and the roughness makes me frown. Something seems wrong with him.
“I guess.” I shrug like I don’t care, but then he picks me up by the hips, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He kicks the door shut behind him and storms to my living room. He places me down on the couch and without warning, he yanks on my towel, tugging it down and exposing my damp, naked body. “Wait,” I breathe as he starts to kiss between my breasts and then down to my stomach. “What about breakfast? I was just about to start cooking.”
“Fuck breakfast. We’ll eat later.” He says this with his mouth still on my skin, trailing his full lips down to the valley between my legs. “You smell good as fuck. I’m ready to taste you.”
I clutch the edge of the couch as he seals his mouth around my pussy. He groans as he eats me, bringing one hand up to squeeze my breast and then rubbing a thumb over the taut nipple. I shudder as he thrusts his tongue inside me and then draws it out, sliding it over my clit.
“Taste so fucking good.” He sits up, sliding a finger inside me. “You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” he asks, wrenching my legs further apart with his other hand. He keeps fingering me, hitting a tender spot.
“No,” I lie.
He smirks, pulling his finger away and the absence of his finger makes me sigh. Ache. “Don’t lie to me, Vanessa. I know you have. I’ve been thinking about your pussy ever since I left that night.”
“So why didn’t you come back before today?”
“Didn’t think you wanted me to.” He stands up and lowers his basketballs shorts. His thick, big cock springs free, leaking at the tip. He grips his cock at the base and starts to stroke it. “You want more than just Sundays?”
I don’t answer. Of course I want more. Way more. But I won’t tell him. I refuse to tell him. “Sundays is what we agreed on. Two months. That’s it.”
He laughs a little, still stroking his cock. He then steps in front of me, grabbing my arm and helping me sit up. “You don’t have to admit it right now. I’ll fuck the answer out of you. But first.” He cups a large hand around the back of my head, bringing my face closer to his cock. “I need you to suck my dick, baby.”
Eight
Axel
I press the tip of my cock on her lips, spreading my pre-cum all over them. I’m surprised when she parts them to welcome me in. She opens her legs too and then presses her palms on my thighs, circling her tongue around the head and sliding it down to the base, taking me all in.
“Shit,” I groan. I keep my fingers in her red hair and she draws back for a split second, then takes my whole cock into her mouth again, forcing me deep down her throat. “Damn, that feels so good.”
I get the urge to start stroking in her mouth, to fuck her throat and make it sore, but I like the way she’s sucking and licking me. I like how she’s playing with my balls and moaning around my cock like she can’t get enough.
She looks right up at me with those big glassy eyes and I nearly fucking explode. Shit. She can’t look at me like that. Like some innocent little angel with her mouth wrapped around a cock that’s too big for her.
“You look good sucking my cock, Vanessa.” I thrust in her mouth a little more, hitting the back of the throat. She gags.
Wetness builds around my dick, dripping and falling on the floor when she pulls back. She’s making sure I’m wet for her eager pussy.
I can’t hold off anymore. If she keeps sucking me like this, circling her tongue around my dick like it’s her favorite candy, I’ll cum deep down her throat and I don’t want to cum yet. I pull back and she looks up at me with wet, raw lips.
Grabbing her arm, I stand her up and then spin her around, bending her over so her ass is lifted in the air. “Grab the edge of the couch,” I tell her.
She grabs it, spreading her ass even wider for me. She’s flaunting that asshole, not knowing that I’ll take that shit, too, if it comes down to it. I can tell she’s been fucked in the ass before. It’s still tight, but it’s been poked at a few times.
I grip the back of her head and force it down, sliding my hungry dick into her pussy. She gasps like she always does from that first thrust—like it hurts and feels good all at once. I hold onto her waist, my other hand moving up to her shoulder to get a better grip, and fuck her harder.
I’m aggravated and need to take out some of my aggressions. My uncle, the Sherriff, told me he’s putting the house on the market. My grandma’s house and the house I’ve been living in on my own for years now.
I’ve been taking care of it, keeping it maintained. He tells me I’m too irresponsible and since he technically owns it, I can’t do shit about it. He’s a fucking asshole.
I fuck her even harder, finding it impossible to stay in control, and she yelps. It doesn’t take long for her to cry out my name.
“I’ve had a hard week, firecracker. I need you to take this dick however I give it.” I grab her hair, tugging on it and forcing her head back. I make her look at me and then I lean forward to suck on her bottom lip, still thrusting and stroking.
That really gets her going. She throws her ass back even more, ravenous for more of me. I can tell she wants me fully inside her, so deep she can’t see straight.
“Fuck,” I growl against her lips. I’ll hate having to leave this pussy behind when I have to move. He’s given me two months to look for a new place. Fucking sucks to think about, but she’s enough of a distraction for right now.
I feel her pussy clench around me and then she cries out, coming hard around me, just the way I like. I ease up on my heavy thrusts when I’m close. And when I’m close, I throb in her dripping hot cunt. I hold onto her hair and bite the top of her shoulder lightly. My cock is so fucking swollen inside her.
She’s so fucking wet and her moans are like my favorite music. I can’t even help it. Between the anger and this pleasure, I fucking explode. I blow my load so hard in this firecracker’s pussy.
“Goddamn, Vanessa. You always have me coming so fucking much for you.” I suck on her skin, where I bit her. “Wet, perfect fucking pussy. Too bad we’ll have to stop soon.”
She sighs, going limp beneath me. I do as well, collapsing on top of her. We pant hard, trying to catch our breaths. She pushes up a little and I move over, sitting on the couch with my legs spread and one arm draped over the back of the couch.
“You know we don’t have to make it just two months, right?” She sits beside me. “I mean . . . well, we can have sex whenever we want, for however long we want.”
I look her over. “So you do want more than Sunday fucks?”
She rolls her eyes. “Let’s face it, Axel. The sex is fucking great. No strings are required.” She shrugs. “We’ll just fuck and move on. Keep i
t simple and still do whatever the hell else we want. You’re cool with that, right?”
“Shit, if I can keep getting your pussy whenever I want and not have to worry about you whining or bitching at me, I’m down with that.”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t bitch at you,” she says like a know-it-all. “If those parties start up again, I’ll have no choice. I hate the noise.”
“Well,” I sigh, slouching back. “You don’t have to worry about that for too much longer. My uncle is selling the house. Kicking me out. I have two months to find a new place.”
“What? Seriously?” She frowns and seems a little too pissed to hear that than she should be. “Why would he just kick you out? You grew up there.”
“He thinks I’m just wasting space there. He can sell it or rent it out to someone else for a lot of money. It’s a good neighborhood. Convenient too. He told me if I want to stay I have to pay $2500 a month. I’m not paying that fucking much when the mortgage is only $500. He’s just trying to find any way to get me out.”
“But he’s your uncle. He shouldn’t just kick you out like that.”
I hold my hands out. “I guess he got tired of the late night complaints from the neighbors. My grandma left the house in his name. He’s her son. I’m just the grandkid and she obviously trusted him more than me, which is understandable as fuck. What the hell am I gonna do? Cry about it?”
“You could say something.” She rubs my thigh. “If you move…how are we going to do…this?”
“I’ll find a way.” I grip her chin. “Trust me, firecracker. I won’t let pussy as good as yours just slip away.”
She laughs. “That name is so fucking dumb.”
“But you fucking love it.”
She giggles. I reach for her waist, hauling her onto my lap and centering her pussy on my cock. I slide her back and forth, needing to get hard again. Needing the escape. Her wetness coats the top of my dick. I’m too anxious to fuck her again.
“Haven’t had enough?” She holds onto my shoulders, keeping steady.
“Fuck no.” I cup the back of her neck and kiss her. I don’t give a fuck about whatever rules I’ve set. I’ve wanted to feel her lips on mine for as long as I can remember.
She moans behind the kiss and I feel my cock getting hard again. Before I know it, I’m hard and ready. I lift her hips with one hand, high enough to adjust myself, and then I bring her down on the head of my cock. Her breath hitches with each inch down.
When she’s fully wrapped around me, I meet her eyes again, and then I crush her full lips just as she shifts her hips back and forth and rides the fuck out of me. I bring my hands down to her ass, holding and squeezing it, making sure she feels every single inch of me.
“I don’t want this to stop,” she breathes on my mouth. “I can’t stand you, but I love having sex with you. I must be twisted.”
And I must be twisted, too, because I love fucking this little firecracker. I love owning this pussy. I love knowing no other man is touching or fucking her but me.
She’s mine and it’s going to be that way for a long time. I don’t give a damn if I have to come over here when I move just to pick her up and fuck her in my car.
I will.
That’s how good her pussy is. That’s what I’ll go through just to have her.
“Just know you’re mine,” I growl on her lips, and I let her finish riding the fuck out of me, giving me exactly what I want.
Nine
Vanessa
Three weeks have passed and it’s been the same routine with Axel and me. Sneaky sex, but not just on Sundays anymore. We’ve been in his house. In his car. On his deck in the back. Even at Harlow’s after work.
I should be ashamed, but he’s too good to be ashamed of. Though he’s an arrogant asshole, he makes up for that with his cock. He knows exactly how to please a woman.
Things seem to be okay. Justine has been home less and less, hanging out with Preston, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It gives me more opportunities to sneak Axel into my bedroom and ride him until I’m too weak to move.
Tonight, I’m working overtime at Harlow’s, covering for my co-worker, Reba, who is sick. Last night was great with Axel, even though he took me on the porch around midnight.
I didn’t mind it. I needed to relieve some stress. I didn’t get the job at the daycare like I’d hoped. Being around him was almost like a cure for the disappointment.
As I whip up a few drinks for some college girls, a hand touches my shoulder. “Hey, Vanessa!” I turn to see Charles, my boss and the owner of this club. Even though he looks greasy and cheap in his silk shirts, he’s actually a really nice guy.
“Hey, Charles. What’s up?” I slide the drinks across the counter to the girls and they tip me and then take off right away, too excited to get their night started.
“I saw your application for assistant manager and found it interesting,” he says and I’m shocked to hear that.
“Interesting in a good way or a bad way?” I laugh nervously, wiping the counter off.
He laughs with me. “A good way. I didn’t think you’d be interested with your career hunt and all.” Well, I wasn’t that interested but I figured why not after being turned down yet again. I needed extra cash. “I know Reba has been working here longer, but let’s face it,” Charles continues, “she’s not very reliable. On nights like tonight I need her, but she seems to always have an excuse for the busier nights. But you—you remain consistent. You show up and take care of these customers. You make great tips and I get a lot of compliments about the ‘redheaded bartender’ that works here.” He laughs at that and I do as well.
“Wow,” I breathe. “That’s great!”
“Yeah. So do me a favor. Meet up with me after work and we’ll discuss that assistant manager position. I am more than happy to get it started for you.”
My chest feels hot, burning with glee. I smile so hard my face will probably break. “Yeah—yeah, of course! I would love that!”
He nods. “Good. Keep taking care of my bar. I have a few things to handle but I look forward to talking about the position with you in a few hours.”
He walks to his office and I am thrilled. He’s just made my night ten times better. If I get the position, I’ll get paid more. I won’t have to always bartend—not that I mind it, but getting this opportunity will help with a lot of things.
My phone buzzes in my back pocket and I take it out. It’s a text from Axel. I have him stored in my phone as Guy Next Door.
Guy Next Door: Need some of you tonight. You down?
Me: Sure. Meet me after work. I get off at 3.
Guy Next Door: I’ll be there.
Great sex to top off getting a promotion. I don’t think it can get any better than this.
I’m all set to go. I talked to Charles and I think I got the job in the bag.
As I walk out the back door and to my car, I hear the rumble of a familiar engine. Axel pulls up in the back parking lot, flashing his LED lights on me. I roll my eyes when he parks the car and steps out.
“I meant meet me at home, you barbarian!” I shout at him, teasing.
“Be more specific next time!” he shouts back.
I unlock my car door and toss my bag across to the passenger seat. Just as I’m about to shut the door and make my way to Axel, the back door of the club shoots open and Charles comes hurrying out with a paper in hand, calling my name.
“Vanessa! Forgot to give this to you!” He meets up to me, handing me the paper. “Just fill it out and bring it in when you can. It’s for a small background check. It’s nothing major, really. It’s required for the job since you will be handling some alcohol shipments and some of the cash tills, but they don’t dig deep, trust me.” Charles caps my shoulder and then looks over me at Axel.
I look back too and Axel has his arms folded now, leaning against his car with a scowl. “Is he with you?” Charles asks.
I sigh. “Yes.”
“Oh. W
ow. Didn’t think guys like him were your type.” He chuckles, squeezing my shoulder.
And then I hear heavy footsteps. I look back and Axel is storming in our direction, his heavy boots crunching on the asphalt. “You gave her what you needed to give, now go.” Axel’s frown is deep, his fists clenched.
I frown up at him. “Axel! Stop! He’s my boss!” I force him away as Charles steps back, waving his hands in the air like he wants no part of this.
“I see you have things to handle so I will see you tomorrow, Vanessa? We’ll discuss your new position in more detail when we’ve all had some rest.”
“Position?” Axel grits through his teeth, and that’s when I smell the liquor on his breath. “What fucking position?”
I glare hard at hm. “Axel, back the fuck off. Right now.”
He looks down at me. “What’d you do? Fuck this guy to get a better job?”
I narrow my eyes at him “What!”
“Why else would he be chasing after you so late at night?”
I narrow my eyes up at him, livid now. I look back but Charles is already gone. He’s never been a fan of fights at his club. He’s always had the bouncers handle it but this is my fight and my fight alone.
“You are a fucking idiot!” I shout in his face. “You show up here, at my job, and then accuse me of fucking my boss?” I push him hard on the chest but he barely budges and that pisses me off even more. “The only person I’ve been fucking is you, Axel. And even if it wasn’t just you, how is it any of your fucking business? We said no strings. No bullshit. Just sex. Stop acting like I’m your fucking girlfriend because I’m not!”
I pull away from him and climb into my car, slamming the door before he can catch me.
“Wait—shit, Vanessa!” he calls.
I crank it up immediately and drive off, not daring to look back at him.
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