Too Hard

by Riley, Alexa

  “I’m not going any-fucking-where. You’re mine.”

  My head snaps up and I bite my bottom lip as I clench my thighs together.

  “It’s that place. I saw the look on your face when I said we weren’t going in.” He shakes his head. “It’s not my scene, but we’ll go back it you want to.” He gives a curt nod and it’s sweet he’ll go with me even if he doesn’t want to.

  “I don’t want to,” I rush to say. “That’s not my scene either. I’m more of an order-a-pizza-and-hang-at-home kind of girl. Sure, I love a good movie or going to a fair, but that’s about it.” I point my thumb back in the other direction. “I’m not into that.” His body relaxes at my admission.

  “I think we’re more on the same page than I thought.” He pulls into the same spot he left moments ago and turns to me. “What do you want to do?” I lick my lips because I’m still thinking about tasting him and his eyes go to my mouth. “Come here.”

  He unclips my seatbelt but doesn’t wait for me to come to him. He’s pulling me into his lap and I straddle him as my dress rides all the way up. I don’t know if my panties are wet from his cum or mine.

  “I want to taste you,” I admit. I’d be happy just to have him for dinner.

  Chapter Twelve

  Butch

  “Goddamn it, girl, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” I look down at her panty-covered pussy and see her rock against my cock. “I can’t fuck you right here in the parking lot.” I shake my head. “You deserve better than that.”

  “I’m hoping it will be more than just the one time.” She licks her full lips and I put my hand on the back of her neck to bring her mouth down on mine.

  “Once won’t ever be enough.” I’m impatient as I put her back in her seat and shift the truck into drive. “Buckle up. We’re going to my place. You’ve only got a block of cheese and soda in your fridge.”

  “Are you going to cook me dinner?” There’s a smile in her voice as she fastens the seatbelt and I pull out of the parking lot.

  “After I finally give you what we both want.”

  It doesn’t take long before we pull into my driveway and I see the automatic lights are on outside. The sun has long set, but I know the boys will gone until late tonight, so I’m hoping we can sneak out in the morning without too much of an incident. It’s not that I don’t want to be seen with Harlow, but I’m not ready to answer all the questions I know they’re going to ask me.

  “Wow,” she breathes as I park the truck and she looks up at the house. “Did you build this?”

  “Yep.” Pride swells in my chest as I get out of the truck and instead of going around to her side, I pull her out the driver’s side door and throw her over my shoulder.

  “Butch!” she squeals as I smack her ass and carry her inside.

  “Shh, or you’ll make the neighbors think I kidnapped you.”

  “That might be fun. I could hide in your room and call for help.” Her hands squeeze my butt as I walk in the house and kick the front door closed.

  Why was I so reticent to let this girl into my heart? Yeah, she’s young, but maybe that’s what I need. I’m getting older and the boys are about to be out of the house. Maybe it’s time for me to live my own life. I’ve been avoiding it for so long, not because I didn’t want to, but because someone like Harlow hadn’t kicked down all my walls and made me see that with her, things would be different.

  “Go ahead and try it.” I take the stairs two at a time. “You’re not going anywhere.”

  “Promises, promises,” she teases.

  I walk into my bedroom and toss her on the bed. “Take that dress off, sweet girl. You’re mine now.”

  She wiggles it up her body and over her head as I take off my shirt and pants. I’m standing before her in my boxer briefs and she kneels in the middle of the bed only wearing her panties.

  “You ever had your mouth on a man?” I ask, and she shakes her head quickly. “Come over here and let me teach you how to suck my cock.”

  If this girl wants a daddy I’ll give her one.

  She licks her lips as she gets off the bed and kneels down in front of me. I pull down the front of my boxer briefs and my cock springs out big and hard in front of her face. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t back away in fear. Instead she moves closer and reaches for it, wrapping her hands around the base.

  “Squeeze it hard there so I don’t cum so fast. I need you right now, but I’m trying to hold on to my control.” Her tongue runs across her bottom lip as she looks up at me through her lashes. “Although I think that’s going to be pointless.”

  Her full lips brush over the tip of my cock, and a bead of cum leaks out. Her tongue darts out and she tastes it before opening her mouth wider for more. The thick veins on my cock stand out as all the blood in my body pumps into my dick. It feels so fucking good it borders on painful when she sucks on the head and squeezes her hand at the base.

  I grab a fistful of her hair to hold her still as I thrust a little into her mouth. “Open wider and breathe through your nose.” I guide myself in and out and grind my teeth to dust. Her little mouth is so fucking hot and her tongue is greedy. It swirls around the head faster and faster and soon I won’t be able to stop myself.

  Her hand moves as she explores me. I stop breathing. Her fingers touch my balls and the place behind them where all my cum is begging to release from. The gentle stroke of her excited and curious hand is too much for me to hold back.

  “Fuck, I’m going to cum. If you don’t want it in your mouth, lean back and I’ll do it on your tits.” She slides her mouth down further on my cock and I shout as I begin to release.

  Her mouth sucks on me for just a second before she leans back and points my cock at her chest. “Both,” she says, her voice deep and sultry and I can’t help but do as she says.

  Cum sprays across her tits and I lean her back so I can use the head of my cock to smear it on them. “Push them together, sweet girl,” I say, sliding my cock between them. She’s slick with my cum, and the long thick shaft glides as I push through and the head of it hits her chin.

  “More,” she whispers, wiggling her lower half, and I know she’s probably soaking wet for it.

  “I’ve got plenty where that came from.” I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her up as her legs go around me. I tear off her thong and thrust all the way inside of her wet pussy while still standing up.

  She cries out and clings to me, and I hold her steady as I keep moving. “Shhh, just breathe. It will stop hurting in just a second.” I grip her hips and move her up and down, planting my feet on the floor. “Your little pussy is brand new to this, but it knows what to do.”

  “Butch,” she whines, and I can hear just how wet she is. “Harder.”

  “That’s it.” I lay her back on the bed and look down to where we’re joined. “Look at you taking all of me like a big girl.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” Her eyes lock with mine and we knew this moment was coming.

  Hearing her call me the name I’ve earned makes me harder and thicker inside of her. I thrust deep just like she needs me to, and just like a daddy should.

  “You’re my responsibility now,” I say, and she nods. “You’re going to let me take care of you.”

  Her hips rise and rock against me as her pussy squeezes me. She arches her back and she cries out, cumming on my cock. But she’s not happy with just the one, and she’s so quick that I know she needs another.

  “You want me to cum in your mouth again or on your tits this time?” I say, feeling my own release bearing down on me again.

  She bites her bottom lip, looking up at me and sliding her hand down between us. “Here, Daddy. I want it in here.” She spreads her pussy lips for me to make me go deeper, and I curse.

  “I can’t do it in there.” I shake my head. “I could get you pregnant.”

  “Just this once,” she whispers, and I curse again.

  “No.”

  “Please, Daddy. You sai
d you’d give me what I wanted.” She pushes her pussy onto me harder and I grip the bed on either side of her.

  “Fuck.”

  She cries out as she touches her clit and I feel her cum again on my cock. I’m only so strong and though I know this is a dangerous game, I’ll take care of whatever might happen between us.

  “Just this once,” I say, leveling her with a hard stare. She smiles at me and nods.

  I hold myself deep inside of her and her fingers come around to either side of my cock to milk me as I cum. It’s hard and fast and I can feel the heat of it spread inside of her. She places her other hand on her lower belly and she smiles, her eyes widening.

  “I’m so full.” Her voice is excited as she starts to move again. “I want more.”

  I drop my head and start to move because I know I won’t tell her no.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Harlow

  I moan into Butch’s hand as he thrusts harder into me. My whole body hums with need and I’ve lost count of the times he’s taken me. We seem to have this need that never stops and I wonder if we’re running on a fear that maybe the other will change their mind tomorrow. I know I won’t, but I’m going to take as much of Butch as I can get tonight. I know there’ll never be another like him for me. This is something special.

  “Good girls are quiet when Daddy tells them to be,” he grunts into my ear, thrusting harder. I nod, wanting to do as I’m told, but I can't stop the little moans that come from me. His words don’t help either because the word daddy has my pussy clenching around him every time he says it. “I don’t want the boys to hear.”

  Who? I have no idea what he’s talking about. I don’t care who hears because I’m cumming again and there’s no stopping it. I cry out into his hand and he groans over me as his warm release fills me again.

  My body goes limp under his massive form and he has to use one arm to keep himself from crushing me. His hand falls from my mouth as his lips touch mine. He kisses me softly and it’s so sweet and delicate compared to what he just did to me. You wouldn’t know he just fucked me dirty seconds ago and it makes me clench around him again.

  “You okay, little one?” he asks me, and I nod because I’m better than okay.

  I close my eyes and sleep begins to take me as I feel his arms engulf me. He pulls me into him and his body wraps around mine. I’ve never felt safer.

  I don’t know how long I sleep, but I wake up in the same position. I don’t know if it’s been minutes or hours, but my first thought is that he isn’t trying to stop this. I smile into the darkness, which is different for me because I always sleep with a light on. I’ve done it since I was little, but right now with Butch the only thing I’m afraid of is not having him.

  His warm breaths feel good against my neck where his face is buried. I don’t want to move, but I need to use the bathroom. I haven’t left the bed since we got here and I don’t want to now, but I’m coming right back. I move slowly, not wanting to wake up Butch as I slip from his hold. He makes a grunting sound of disapproval, but I don’t think he’s awake because he doesn’t say anything else.

  I tiptoe slowly as my eyes begin to adjust to the dark room. I feel something soft beneath my bare feet and I reach down and grab Butch’s shirt. The first door I open is a closet, so I turn to try another. I really should have paid better attention, but my mind was so focused on Butch when we got here that nothing else mattered.

  I step out into the hallway and close the door softly behind me. It’s then it hits me who he was talking about when he said the boys. Of course his sons live here, but in the heat of the moment I totally forgot.

  The long hallway has a few doors, but now I’m worried I’ll open the wrong one. I could be walking into one of their bedrooms and not a bathroom. Crap. I stand there and debate going back into Butch’s room because he has to have a bathroom connected to his room.

  I hear something and then I freeze just as a door opens and out steps one of the boys.

  “BlackoutBomb.” Owen smiles as he rubs his eyes. They widen when he sees how I’m dressed and he looks shocked, then his expression morphs into confusion. “You and Elijah hooked up?”

  It sounds more like an accusation than a question and I shake my head. His shoulders drop in relief, but then realization of what that means hits him as he looks past me to Butch’s door.

  “You hooked up with our dad.” His mouth hangs open, but at least he doesn’t look mad. “He never brings chicks home. I was starting to think he’d never date.” He shakes his head and smiles.

  “Bathroom?” I squeak, because what else do I say right now? I’m happy Butch doesn’t bring women home, but this is also a little awkward.

  “Spare bathroom,” he says, pointing to another door. “There’s one in Dad’s room, too, but I guess he didn’t have time to give you a tour.” There’s laughter in his voice and I try not to cringe.

  “Thanks,” is all I can manage to say as I dart into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I lean against it wondering if I just messed up. What if the boys aren’t supposed to know about me? Owen said he never saw his dad with a woman, so there has to be a reason for that. My mom never let me meet the people she dated either. Butch told me he doesn’t do random women and that there’s only me. I believe him because he isn’t the type of man to lie.

  Is he going to be upset that I outed him to his kids? He might not do random women, but that doesn’t mean he wants his sons to know about this.

  I know nothing about parenting and this could be something he wants to tell them on his own. One of them finding me dressed in his shirt in the middle of the night likely isn’t how he wanted this to go down. It doesn’t help that I’m about their age. I reason with myself that they aren’t his birth children, so maybe them being around my age isn’t that odd.

  I don’t care what age he is or I am because we’re both are adults, but his sons might not feel the same way. Owen seemed pissed when he thought I’d been in Elijah’s room, but then it turned to shock when he realized I was with Butch. Afterwards he smirked about it, so I can’t help but wonder why me sleeping with his brother made him mad, but not with his dad.

  I use the bathroom and when I’m finished I gasp as I look at myself. Not only did I run into Owen in the middle of the night wearing Butch’s shirt, but it’s easy to see I’ve been having sex all night.

  I do the best I can to try and tame my hair without a brush. Butch’s shirt is longer than the dress I had on last night, so I think it’s okay to walk around the house in it. There’s no option at this point because I don’t know where my dress is to put it back on.

  When I open the door, Owen is standing there with Elijah beside him. They stop whispering and turn to me and it’s then I notice they’re both only in sweatpants and not wearing shirts. They’re fit and I recall Butch mentioning something about them playing sports. I’m sure most everyone would find them attractive, but there’s nothing there for me. Butch is the only person who has ever snagged my attention and I think it’s because he calls to something deep inside of me. He sees a need in me I didn't know was there until he brought it to the surface.

  “I still can’t believe it and I’m looking right at her.” Elijah shakes his head. “It does make sense why he was getting so pissy the other night though.” He smiles the same as Owen did when he realized I’m here with Butch.

  “Hey.” I give a small wave and it’s awkward because I don't know what to do right now. If Butch and I keep going like we are, would they be my stepsons? That sounds so ridiculous in my head. “So.” I look toward Butch’s door and pointedly back at them. They’re blocking the hallway and I need them to move so I can get back to Butch’s bedroom.

  “You hungry?” Elijah asks me.

  “We can make a pizza and play Call of Duty.” Owen quickly adds, and I laugh.

  I guess I’m making it a bigger deal in my head than it is because they seem to be okay with it.

  “I could eat,” I admit as m
y stomach rumbles. Butch and I never did get around to dinner last night. Unless you count eating each other.

  “I’ll heat up the oven,” Elijah says, walking past me.

  Owen throws an arm around my shoulder like we’re buddies and I guess maybe we are. “There was an update on one of the maps last night. You see it yet?”

  The world could have exploded last night and I would have missed it. Crap, I should probably text Nellie and let her know I’m okay. One night with Butch and already I’m consumed.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Butch

  I wake up and reach for Harlow, but the only thing I grasp are the cold sheets beside me. I sit up in bed and blink a few times, trying to get my eyes to adjust. It’s dark, but I’ve got blackout curtains so it could be the middle of the day for all I know.

  We went at it hard last night so I slept like the dead. I feel anxious as I look around and don’t see any of her things. I didn’t pay attention to where they went last night when I took them off of her, so I can’t really say they’re missing. I grab a pair of loose lounge pants from my dresser and pull them on as I peek in my bathroom and see the light off. I look around for my phone thinking maybe she sent me a text or something, but she wouldn’t just leave like that. Would she?

  I open the door to my room and I pause when I hear her laughter. I walk down the hall and to the end of the stairs where I see the lights on.

  “Shit.” I look over and see the boys’ doors are open and I realize she must be down there with them.

  I wasn’t ready for this kind of conversation, but there’s no time like the present. After the things Harlow and I shared last night, I have no intentions of giving her up, so I guess in a way it’s better to rip the Band-Aid off.

  I make my way down the stairs and walk into the family room. I pause as I take in the sight of all three of them playing video games and eating pizza. Owen and Elijah are on one side of the room on the big couch with their headphones on and empty plates in front of them. Harlow is in my recliner wrapped in my blanket with headphones on. I like seeing her in my spot with her hair messed up like I fucked her all night. I have to take a breath and get myself under control because I can’t pop wood in front of the boys.