No Rep

by Vale, Lani Lynn

  She sighed, pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes, then slumped against the wall.

  “I’m a mess, Taos,” she admitted. “I know that you think that I’m not, but I am. I look really good on the outside, but inside my head, I have all kinds of things going on that I’m sure normal people don’t…”

  “I can top that. I literally think about serial killers all of the time. All day, every day. When I’m not actively working a case, I’m literally plotting out shit in my mind. I’m not sure that it’s normal for people to think about the best way to kill someone to cause arterial blood splatter to reach a ten-foot-high ceiling,” I told her bluntly.

  She threw her head back and laughed, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

  I moved until her entire body was pressed up against mine, not quite wrapping my arms around her before I said, “Why are you so far away?”

  She smiled at me sheepishly before returning the hug that I was forcing her into.

  “I don’t know,” she sighed. “I just…”

  “You just need to turn off your brain and let me do all the thinking right now,” I teased.

  She tilted her head sideways, her blue jean eyes sparkling with something feisty that I truly loved looking at.

  “Oh yeah?” she asked, running the tips of her fingers down along the center line of my chest, not pausing until she couldn’t make it any farther due to our body’s proximity to each other.

  “Yeah,” I pressed a chaste kiss on the tip of her nose. Then on the very edge of her lips.

  “What are you going to do to make me get out of my own head?” she teased.

  I moved backward, putting just a little bit of distance between us, then reached for her jeans.

  She hissed in a breath when my knuckles rubbed against her lower abdomen, her eyes flicking up to meet mine as she waited for me to do what I would.

  I didn’t waste time.

  I stripped her of her pants, panties, shoes, socks, t-shirt and bra all in the same amount of time that it would take a normal person to strip off just one article of clothing.

  When she was completely bared to my gaze, I moved her until she was sitting on the ledge of my dresser, right in front of my window, where anybody who cared to look in could see.

  Sure, it probably wasn’t the best idea in the world.

  Yet… I couldn’t help myself.

  I couldn’t make it any farther than I’d already made it. The bed felt like it was a mile away.

  I needed her.

  Right then.

  Right there.

  Right now.

  Later, I would realize how fuckin’ stupid it was of me to take her where I took her. Later, I’d tell myself how fuckin’ crazy and exposing it was. But for now…

  I dropped down to my knees, placed my hands around her lower hips, and picked her up, scooting her forward until she was all but hanging off of my dresser.

  “Holy shit!”

  Her gasp of surprise at the move of strength was amusing.

  I loved that she never quite expected me to move her around like I did.

  Inhaling deeply before I took a nosedive into her pussy, I groaned at the sweet smell of her.

  I loved even more the way she tasted.

  The flavor burst on my tongue when I practically buried my mouth in her in the next second.

  “Gah,” she breathed, her hands going to my hair. “Stop! There’s no way I smell good.”

  I looked up at her before I pressed forward, only stopping when my chin met the cleft of her ass.

  Then, eyes continuing to stay on her, I licked out, taking a long, tasteful swipe of the best tasting pussy I’d ever had.

  I let it be known with my eyes how much I liked the taste of her, because voicing it aloud meant I’d have to stop doing what I was doing.

  “You’re crazy.” She shook her head, widening her legs and pressing her flesh fully into my face.

  Smothering me in her.

  I went to work then, tasting, sucking, licking and cherishing every single inch of her pussy.

  I fucked her with my tongue. Sucked on her clit. Nibbled.

  Not one single inch of her was left without attention.

  I was so lost in what I was doing, enjoying every single fucking second of how she tasted, that I didn’t realize that she was getting frustrated until she yanked me back by the hair.

  “God, Taos. Just fuck me already!” she cried. “Your fingers. Your dick. I don’t fuckin’ care, just get in there!”

  I chuckled huskily against the apex of her thighs, licking my lips as I came to my feet.

  My dick, so long denied, all but pulsed with each beat of my heart.

  I was so hard that I could barely stand it, and the only thing holding up my jeans at this point was the engorged flesh.

  Her eyes went to my cock almost immediately, and she took pity on me.

  Reaching for my cock, she deftly maneuvered me out of my boxers, being careful not to break what I could tell she was about to try to play with.

  When she tried to come down off the dresser, I shook my head.

  “I’m on a thin and crumbling edge here,” I told her. “You want fucked. You’re getting fucked. But only when it’s right here, right now. If you so much as put your mouth on me, I’m going off without you.”

  She pouted so cutely that I had to grin.

  “I’ll let you play next time,” I said, removing her hand from around me as I took over with my own hand.

  She sat back, her bare shoulders pressing against my dresser mirror, giving me an excellent view of her upper body and her heaving torso.

  I looked my fill.

  Her hair was disheveled. Her eyes were wide and pupils dilated. Her breasts were jolting, nipples pebbled.

  Goose bumps ran down the length of her stomach and between her thighs.

  That was a nice little mess.

  Her thighs were straining as she balanced on the edge, and her pussy was covered in her excitement.

  God, did I want her.

  “Taos, stop looking,” she growled, her hand going down to her pussy lips, which she parted. “And fuck me.”

  I liked her dirty mouth.

  I liked even more that she was telling me exactly what she wanted.

  Within two seconds I had myself lined up at her entrance and I was pushing inside.

  The height of the dresser, with her on top of it, was the absolute perfect height.

  All it took was me to move forward for me to be exactly where I wanted to be.

  Her pussy stretched, blooming nicely around my engorged flesh.

  She was slick, and she felt like molten fire as I sank into her.

  Slowly.

  So fuckin’ slowly.

  She cried out as I filled her, her head falling back to the mirror, and a delicate lock of hair falling from the haphazard bun on the top of her head to curl enticingly around her nipple.

  I all but yanked my gaze away to once again stare at her pussy.

  Watched as I filled her until I was sheathed inside of her and she was stuffed so full that she was panting.

  I pulled out, my eyes on my cock.

  I was covered in her essence, gleaming in the harsh light that was coming down from the LED can lights above our heads.

  I thrust back inside, hard and fast, burying myself to the hilt.

  She gasped, her hands clenching so hard on the lip of the dresser that her knuckles turned white.

  I pulled back and thrust in again, my balls tightening ruthlessly with an impending orgasm.

  That’s when I started to count backward from one hundred in my head.

  One hundred.

  Ninety-nine.

  Ninety-eight.

  God, hold on just a little bit longer.

  Ninety… seven.

  Ninety-six.

  Ninety… fuck, she felt so good. Tight. Hot. Wet.

  Mine.

  My release came whether I was ready for it to or not.

>   It hit me so fast that I couldn’t prepare.

  Couldn’t even get her off if I’d wanted to.

  One second, I was holding my own, hoping to give her what she wanted and needed, and the next I was coming, filling her up so full of my release that it started to push out around my cock.

  My breath left me, and my heart was pounding so hard that I was sure that I was at an unsafe level.

  I squeezed my eyes shut as every single bit of my cum left me and filled her.

  When I finally opened my eyes, it was to see Fran’s hand reaching down and gathering the wetness at her opening, where I was still buried deep, and bringing it up to her clit.

  It was the single hottest thing I’d ever witnessed, her rubbing our cum into her clit, and getting herself off.

  When she came, I watched enraptured.

  Noticed the small indents on the side of her mouth as her lips pursed. Witnessed the way her nipples pebbled even harder.

  Felt the way her pussy rippled, released, and tightened over and over again around my still-hard cock.

  Watched a flush start at the tips of those pebbled nipples and move up the length of her chest to her cheeks.

  And, the best yet, I witnessed the look of love that was pouring out of her eyes when they finally opened and connected with mine.

  Both of our breathing was uneven when I moved us from that dresser to the shower.

  It didn’t slow in the shower, either, as I picked up right where we left off.

  In fact, we continued that trend all the way into the night and early into the next morning.

  When we both finally fell into a deep, exhausted sleep, it was with my arms wrapped tightly around her, her tucked in so close that not a single thing would ever break us apart.

  CHAPTER 20

  I’m sorry for what I said during burpees.

  -Fran to Taos

  FRAN

  “Taos asked me to go meet his grandmother. The woman that raised him,” I said to my sister the next day.

  I’d gone to her house when Taos had to go to the gym, and I hadn’t really wanted to go.

  When I’d woken up that morning, I’d started my period, and the last place I wanted to go was a gym where I’d have nowhere really to sit and curl into a ball as I died.

  So Mavis’s place it was.

  Mavis raised her brows at me. “Oh yeah?”

  I swallowed and nodded. “Yeah.”

  “What’s the problem?” she wondered.

  She steadily wiped crumbs off her kitchen counter onto the floor, after which her dog, who had to be at least a hundred and ten at this point, licked them up to the best of his ability.

  I licked my lips. “I want her to like me.”

  Mavis snickered. “Fran, everyone freakin’ likes you.”

  She had a point. I’d never met a single person, besides Maria and her friend, Sonia, that didn’t like me.

  I was a very likable person… at least I tried to be.

  Speaking of Sonia.

  “When I dropped Taos off at the gym today—so I can use his car without being followed around in mine—it was to see Sonia there waiting for him.” I sighed. “It’s like she picked up right where Maria left off.”

  Mavis snorted. “Sonia was always into Taos. I’m talking, really into him. I think she’s a lot of the reason that Maria finally decided to leave Taos.”

  “What happened there?” I asked.

  “It was a big thing at the gym, because she came in pissed as hell that he wasn’t home. Again. And then she said, it’s the gym and your job or me. I seriously don’t think that she expected him to pick the gym and the job.” Mavis answered.

  Mavis was snickering by the end of it.

  “And anyway,” Mavis continued as she threw the wet rag in the sink and turned her eyes toward me. “Sonia was over there with this huge Cheshire cat smile on her face. You could tell that was exactly what she wanted. And when Maria tried to come back, it was also at the gym, but he refused. Said that he’d already filed divorce papers. Maria cried. Sonia consoled her while also smiling as she patted her back. Everyone clapped when they both left.”

  I shook my head, leaning my backside against the counter next to her.

  I squirmed, feeling the pull of sore muscles from this early morning’s sexual encounter with a certain someone. Which had me thinking…

  “How do you know if a man is big or not?” I asked curiously. “I mean, I’ve slept with someone before. It was less than a stellar encounter. But how do I know if…”

  “If he has a big cock?” Mavis’s eyes were sparkling.

  “Yes,” I answered.

  Vlad took that moment to cry out that he was finished with his nap, causing Mavis to sigh and jerk her head for me to follow.

  “How big are we talking here?” she wondered as she walked.

  I followed behind her, going to the changing table and pulling out a diaper to ready and a set of clothes to change Vlad into as she pulled him from his crib.

  “I’m talking, big enough that…” I turned around when I saw Vlad in her arms. “I can’t talk about this with him here. It feels wrong to have this discussion around my nephew.”

  Mavis rolled her eyes. “Google it then.”

  I very well might.

  Because looking at my nephew’s innocent little blue jean eyes so much like my own, I knew that I couldn’t finish this discussion now.

  “How do you get anything done with him around?” I wondered.

  She rolled her eyes. “I don’t.”

  Then she proceeded to get him dressed, despite his wiggling and playing with his wiener, in less than two minutes.

  When she had him once again in her arms, she handed him to me. “Hold him while I go get dressed.”

  I did, giving him the biggest kiss ever as I moved.

  His little baby giggles gave my heart a pang.

  “I want to have babies with Taos,” I blurted out.

  Why don’t you just go and blurt out everything, Francine?

  “I can’t wait to see our grandmother’s reaction to that.” Mavis snickered.

  I groaned.

  My grandmother, from the bottom of her heart, hated children. She hated even more that Mavis had a child and didn’t get her career as advanced as she could have, which ruined her every chance.

  Or so our grandmother said.

  “I don’t really care what she thinks,” I told my sister. “And you know it.”

  “I know it,” she confirmed. “But when that money stops coming in like mine did, then you’ll think differently.”

  I groaned. “I don’t use it all that often. Only in emergencies now. And, just sayin, but you’re getting yours.”

  “Now I am, yes. But only because she was forced to release the funds to me because of my age,” Mavis countered.

  Before, she was able to take it away because there was a clause in the paperwork that stated it could be stalled if we got pregnant out of wedlock.

  Something in which Mavis most certainly had done.

  “Well, she can’t touch it now. It’s yours to do with as you please,” I pointed out.

  When she ‘came of age’, our grandmother was no longer the keeper of our funds that had come from our parents upon their deaths. Now, she was the sole individual who had control of our accounts. Whether she’d gotten pregnant out of wedlock or not.

  Which probably drove my grandmother insane seeing as she no longer had any leverage to hold over our heads to keep us in line.

  “She called me last week, left me a voice mail, and told me that I was being dumb for not taking the promotion,” Mavis said.

  Mavis worked at the hospital like I once had, though on a different floor. A few months ago, Mavis had been offered the position of charge nurse. Only Mavis hadn’t wanted it, because it meant more hours. Which she most definitely didn’t want.

  And obviously, since my grandmother had an ear in every fucking thing, she’d heard, and then lamented Mavis’
decision.

  “Well, she called me last week and told me that my job was waiting for me at the hospital, and to stop being a little baby about a few whispers, and to go back,” I countered.

  Mavis snickered. “Doesn’t she know that you like what you do now?”

  “She does,” I said. “I told her last time she told me my job was still waiting for me.”

  Mavis shook her head, slipped her feet into low-heeled boots, and then stood up.

  “Come on,” she urged. “We have to go see someone about a driveshaft.”

  I blinked. “What?”

  “Let’s go,” she ordered. “We can talk about cocks and shit to Murphy.”

  Sure enough, five minutes later, we were pulling into Murph’s auto shop.

  “Can you get Vlad?” she asked.

  I nodded and got out of the car, moving to the back passenger side of the van where Vlad’s seat sat.

  Once I had him out—and I did have to admit, it was really nice having such a wide opening to get him out as opposed to the small area I had in my car—I brought him up onto my hip before pressing the button to slide the door closed.

  When I looked up, it was to find Murphy and Mavis in a silent glare-off.

  I blinked, trying not to smile.

  My lips weren’t listening to my urging, though, because before I could stop it, a small smile curved up the corners of my lips.

  I started snickering when they continued to glare.

  “Are we going to do this all day or…” I hedged.

  Vlad shrieked when he finally turned and saw the man doing the glaring.

  Mavis sighed and crossed her arms over her chest.

  “We need you to tell us how to take a driveshaft out.”

  Murphy blinked at the two of us, unsure what to say or do in regards to Mavis’s words.

  I didn’t even know what to say or do when she came up with her harebrained schemes half the time. Now, I just rolled with it.

  Murphy shook his head, as if he was trying to clear the confusion out of his brain before he spoke.

  “I’m sorry, but what?” he rumbled.

  I studied the man as Vlad practically leaned out of my arms to get to Murphy.