by Celeste, B.
“You keep telling me to ignore what they say, so why are you so enthralled by what judgement would come from them?”
“I raised you—”
“Because you care.”
“Which people,” I cut her off, “might think differently about. Imagine if the roles were reversed.”
“Then I’d be some cougar. Big deal.”
“Exactly. People would probably say shit but not to the extent of an older man going after a much younger woman, especially one he helped take care of. That’s…”
“Bullshit.”
I gaped.
“What? You’re not the only one who’s allowed to call me out. I’m not saying that whatever this is isn’t complicated, but don’t you think it’s worth exploring? No matter how hard it is? We’ve always had each other’s backs. You told me that. Who cares if you’re older than me? It isn’t by all that much. What they say, according to you, shouldn’t matter.”
“And I meant it.”
“So?”
Our stare intensified. Suddenly my eyes dipped to her lips and I thought about the strawberry scent that wafted from them because of her Chapstick addiction. It matched the shampoo she loved using that she insisted she always wanted as a present when I asked what she’d like for her birthday or Christmas.
“What if I just want you?” Two years ago, that question had sparked whatever was still going on between us, feeding my head with every bad idea that said I needed to do something about it. Instead, Della got shampoo, body wash, and Chapstick. All strawberry. And the thing was, she smiled like I’d given her gold jewelry.
Putting her plate on the ground, she rose on her knees and put her palms on my shoulders. The familiar scent wrapped around us, mixed with the paint fumes and food that was clearly going to be wasted if this continued.
“What are you doing?” I all but whispered as she ran one of her hands up my neck and over my jaw until her thumb brushed my bottom lip.
“Being spontaneous and making the first move for once,” was all I got before she tenderly pressed her lips to mine, one of her arms looping around the back of my neck as she parted my lips and coaxed her tongue into my mouth until it touched mine.
Groaning, my hands found her waist and tugged her body closer to me. My arms wound around the small of her back and kept her pressed against me as the kiss became more demanding. She took lead and I let her as I adjusted her legs, so they straddled me on the floor. Her hips rolled over my erection, making her shiver in my hold as her tongue twisted with mine.
Pressing her to me so she felt how hard I was for her, I asked, “Is this really want you want?” I knew what she’d say, but I needed to know before I buried myself inside her like I’d been thinking about doing for too long now, especially since the night I showed up half-cocked from the booze and fully cocked because of the skimpy pajamas she had on.
She pulled back, face flushed, and looked me straight in the eye. “Don’t ask stupid questions, Theo. We both know you’re smarter than that.”
That made me chuckle as I pecked her lips, nipping her bottom one and drawing it into my mouth to suck on. My hands traveled up her body, finding the straps of her overalls and working them down her arms until they were both off and the top half of the stained denim fell to reveal the thin shirt she had on underneath. The outline of her perky breasts made it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to growl at her or take it to my advantage.
I chose the latter. Dipping down, I drew her pebbled nipple into my mouth and reveled in the way her back arched to fill my mouth with more. Dragging my tongue over the clothed bud, my palms went to her ass cheeks and kneaded them, setting a pace as she rocked against me until her labored breath hitched. One of her hands went into my short hair, keeping my mouth on her chest, while the other squeezed my arm until her fingernails stung my skin as her core found the friction it needed to get her closer to the edge.
Moving to her other nipple, I managed to lay her down and roll my hips into her to keep her building, panting—needing more from me. I bit down lightly and listened to her moan as I worked the overalls down her body until they were peeled off and forgotten somewhere behind us. It wasn’t until I moved our intertwined hands above her head as I ground into her core covered only by a scrap of white lace when I realized I’d laid her in paint. Green and blue coated the back of her hair, and black coated our arms.
Her eyes were closed as she rubbed against my cock, seemingly not realizing the mess I was making of her body or choosing not to care. Then I got an idea.
Dragging her tank up and over her head until only her panties remained, I dipped my fingers in some of the paint and began circling her bare nipples. Swirling them with a mixture of red and yellow, I found her lips and kissed her hard the same moment I pinched her sensitive buds.
“Theo,” she cried out, wrapping her arms around me. I was sure black paint from her skin was on my shirt and I didn’t give a shit. She worked the small buttons until they were all undone, helping me peel the shirt off and toss it on the floor. The clang of the fork falling from her plate made me realize we’d need to do some serious cleaning after this, but I didn’t give a fuck in the moment because I needed this.
I wanted to dirty her, taint her, and paint her body with my skilled hands until she forgot why she ever hated herself to begin with.
My lips trailed down her clean stomach, over the slightly raised skin where the pink scar rested just below her belly button, until the tip of my tongue caressed the top of her panty line. She moved her hips eagerly as I glided further down, my nose taking in the smell of her arousal that I was sure dripped because of me. The corners of my lips tipped up, and any reason not to do this disappeared from my conscience with the thought of burying myself deep inside her until she was officially mine.
“What do you want me to do, Della?” My voice was husky, needy, but I wanted her to tell me exactly what she expected. “Use your big girl words.”
Her hands fisted at her sides. “I want you to touch me.”
“With?”
She struggled out, “Everything.”
I cursed and nuzzled my nose against the seam of her lips, feeling how wet she was. My hands grazed her sides, smearing paint on the way down the slight curves of her waist until they met her underwear.
“Be specific, sweetheart.”
She writhed. “I want your mouth on my pussy, Theo.”
If I thought my cock was hard before, it was steel now. It took me less than a second to rip her panties off and dispose of the ruined material before she was bare to me. I looked up to see my handprints everywhere, her breasts, her sides, her stomach. I worked her tits again, massaging them with my stained palms, grabbing more paint and marking the tops of her thighs as I spread them and I trailed my tongue along the apex before meeting where she wanted me most.
“Please,” she breathed.
It took that one little word before I all but dove to taste her for the very first time, and that one taste of sweetness that matched the rest of her was instantly the end of my resolve. I ate her with abandon until she panted my name and dug her fingers into my skull as I sucked her clit between my lips hard and fast. Her hips shifted upward to ride my face as I dipped down and circled her entrance before probing it until she yelled out a curse.
I chuckled against her and worked her until she was saying my name like a prayer, except I was no god. If anything, I’d be banished to hell once this was over and I’d enter freely with the knowledge of what Della Saint James sounded like when she begged me to lick her cunt. And the sound of her coming made me nearly explode before I could so much as unbutton my own pants. I gripped her hips as she rode the wave of her orgasm, her legs tightening around my head until they unlatched and landed with a thump on the floor as I licked her cream from my lips.
I rose over her and looked at the masterpiece sated on the floor in front of me. “You’re beautiful, Della.”
She blinked a
t me with pinkened cheeks like she’d never been told that before. I watched as she narrowed in on every movement I made as I slowly popped the button of my pants and unzipped them. Her eyes trailed over my hands as I pushed down my pants and boxer briefs at the same time, pupils dilating when she got a glimpse of my freed length.
“You may have days where you fight to remember that, but I’ll happily be there to remind you what you do to me.” Grabbing a fistful of my cock, I started working it, letting her watch me jack off as hunger rose in her gaze. Her thighs squeezed together as a bead of precum escaped my tip when I tightened my grip and twisted in the perfect place, while imaging her hand was doing the work.
“Tell me you believe it,” I demanded of her, panting, and twitching in my palm.
She sat up on her elbows, eyes still trained where I touched myself. “I know I’m beautiful, Theo. I’ve worked a long time to get to that point. And I think…I think there’s a lot of work to be done that I may need help with, but that doesn’t mean it’s because I can’t believe it on my own.”
“You should be proud.” I bent down and captured her lips again, grazing our tongues and drinking her in as I built up closer to my orgasm the quicker I jerked myself. “I need to be inside you so fucking bad, sweetheart, but I need to clean myself up first.”
She squirmed, wrapping an arm around my neck, and pulling me down on top of her. “I want you now.”
Groaning, I stopped her. “I’m covered in paint and I want to feel what it’s like to have your pussy vice grip my cock. Are you still on birth control?”
If she wasn’t flushed before, she was now. I remembered the day she went on them because she asked Mariska to take her to the doctor when she admitted to me her cramps were bad. If I thought she’d be comfortable, I would have driven her to the doctor myself, but the situation didn’t call for my assistance at the time.
“Yes.”
I pecked her lips. “Come on.” Standing up, I reached down for her hand. Her eyes traveled over her skin as she bit her lip, fingers dancing over the paint splotches covering her. I couldn’t help but grin. “Don’t suppose you could just snap a few pictures of yourself and submit that as your project, huh?”
Her laugh was light as she smacked my chest, the blush still blooming over the apples of her cheeks. “You want my professor to see me naked? Really?”
Hearing that aloud made me pause. “I hope I’m the only one who gets to see you naked.” Backing her out of the room, I nipped her bottom lip and guided her carefully to the bathroom down the hall. My hands found the light switch as hers palmed my chest and grazed down my stomach, fingering the trail of hair leading to the part of me that was screaming to bend her over and thrust into her until I bottomed out.
She looked between me and the shower, grinning before stepping away from me and changing direction to the vanity on the opposite wall. Hanging above it was a large mirror that I instantly noticed her eyes avoided as she wet a washcloth under the faucet.
“Della—” Before I could say anything, she was in front of me with her back turned to her reflection and her hand wrapped around my cock gently washing it off. Hissing over the soft strokes, I bucked into her, burying my face into the crook of her neck, and biting down trying not to shoot my load as she worked me. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Kissing up her neck and jaw, I backed her up until her ass hit the edge of the counter. Grabbing the cloth from her, I checked myself over before wiping my hands and tossing it on the ground, moving hair out of her face.
“Turn around.”
Her eyes widened.
“Face the mirror.”
Her throat bobbed. “Theo, I—”
“You want my cock, Della?” I asked, palming between her legs. I teased her entrance, circling where her wetness seeped then moved my fingers around her clit until her eyes fluttered closed. “Want my hard dick in there instead of my fingers, sweetheart?” The more I talked, the crazier with need I became. I’d wanted those things and it was the very first time I admitted as much. If Anthony were alive, if he were free and around to know my thoughts, he’d happily go to prison if it meant putting me six feet under because of what I wanted to do to his daughter. I wouldn’t have stopped him either.
Her moan was soft as she nodded. Words were beyond her—the need was too strong, and I wanted to happily indulge in everything she fantasized about in that pretty head of hers.
Grazing her ear with my lips until shivers racked her spine, I said, “Then look in the mirror and watch me while I fuck you.”
Her fingernails dug into the countertop until they turned white, but the squirm of her hips and the parting of her lips told she wanted to watch me pleasure her.
“Please,” I whispered, grazing her cheek with my lips. Intertwining our hands, I peppered kisses down her jaw and nipped at the skin of her neck until she gave me more access to taste the salt on her skin not covered in paint.
Hesitantly she turned, her ass brushing against my dick, feeling how hard it was. It jerked, causing her to suck in a gasp as she bent with the help of my guiding palm.
“That’s it,” I praised, kissing her shoulder blade. One of my palms massaged her ass cheeks, spreading her and letting my finger dip down the seam until I found her puckered hole. “I can’t wait to play with all of you.”
She shuddered, causing me to grin against her skin as I moved downward to insert a finger into her entrance. Bucking, she said, “Theo. Please. No more teasing.”
I kissed her back again and palmed my dick. “Look at your reflection and tell me what you see, Della.”
Her head lifted and met her eyes in the mirror. They flashed with lust when she saw me standing behind her, her body bent over the counter ready for me. Paint still covered most of the top half of her, my handprints evident in the mess, fingerprints dipping down until they disappeared past what the mirror showed. “I see my father’s best friend about to finish what he started a year ago,” she panted.
That was all it took before I bit into her shoulder and exchanged my fingers for my cock at the tight hole beckoning me. “Way too long,” I told her, parting her legs and filling her in one hard thrust. The sound she made went straight to my dick as I pulled out and greedily pushed back in. “I’ve wanted this for too long and I don’t give a fuck what that says about me right now.”
I held onto her hips as I entered her over and over, jackknifing until the sound of our skin slapping and her arousal fueled me to wrap one arm around her waist and another in her hair. Twisting slightly, I tilted her head back until her eyes locked on the way my hips thrusted faster into her from behind. “What do you see, Della?”
“You,” she breathed, eyelids fluttering.
“And?”
She swallowed, her breathing becoming faster as she met my hips every time, fucking me with as much need as she could. The way she squeezed me had my cock demanding more, fighting to reach the climax that would happen way too soon if I kept thinking about the hundreds of different ways I’d fuck her now that I had her. “I see me. I see…fuck, Theo. I-I see somebody worthy. Beautiful. Is that what you want to hear?”
I bit into her shoulder again until I was sure a mark would be left and fuck if that didn’t turn me on more. “I want the truth. What’s your truth? What do you see of yourself right now?”
Her jaw quivered as she fought to keep her eyes open, knowing I’d force her to look again if they drifted closed. I picked up the pace and rolled my hips into her, finding that perfect place to hit every single time until she struggled to make coherent sentences. “I see a grown woman w-who faced a lot of battles and won most of them. Somebody who wears warpaint in the f-form of—” She mewled when I moved a hand to her front and pinched her clit between my fingers. “—stretchmarks and scars.”
Letting go of her hair, she rested the back of her head against my chest and said my name, panting it, praising it, begging me to do more to her. I flattened my palm against the scar on her torso and liste
ned to every plead she moaned out between pants.
Faster.
Harder.
More. More. More.
It fueled me, but not as much as her words did, because every single one she spoke was the truth. Her body was a shrine that encompassed something ethereal—a soul pure no matter how much the world tried tainting it, and a love so deep she offered it to everybody who needed a piece of the goodness inside her.
And it was mine.
It was always mine in some way.
“So fucking beautiful,” I said against the back of her head as I circled her clit again until she clenched my dick in a grip that was almost painful.
“Theo. Oh God. Oh God. Please.” She repeated that again and again until I fucked her so hard, I nearly put a fist through the mirror when she came on my cock and milked me of my own orgasm. Spilling inside of her, I buried myself so deep I wasn’t sure I’d come out—if I even wanted to. My face stayed in the crook of her neck as her body went limp in my arms that held her to me before we collapsed against the countertop.
When I pulled out, I whispered, “I see two people who have a lot of exploring left to do, sweetheart.” I straightened out and helped her stand, watching my seed leak down her thigh with a shit eating grin on my face.
“Oh my God, tell me you’re not grinning over that right now.” Embarrassment filled her tone as she hid her face behind her hand in the mirror when she realized what I was looking at.
“Can’t help it. That makes you mine, so I’m going to watch myself drip down your thighs whether you like it or not.” To prove it, I caught some of my cum with my fingers and inserted them back inside her like I wanted to stay there planted inside her for good.
She swallowed. “I was always yours.”
“Come on. Let’s take a shower.”
“Together?” Her voice was hopeful.
Honestly, she couldn’t get rid of me if she wanted to at this point. “Yes, Della. Together.”
Chapter Eleven