by York, Marie
She bit her lip, and I nearly went off the road watching her teeth slide over the plump bottom lip. “You need to stop doing things like that or we’re never getting home.”
“Doing what?” she asked, looking all sweet and innocent, and making me want to fuck the sweet right out of her.
“You know what,” I said. “Man, I loved watching you come. My cock is so fucking hard right now. I swear I’m ready to explode, but I want to take my time with you. So I’m going to wait till we get home.”
She smiled. “If you insist.”
I grabbed her hand, and pulled it to my mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Oh, I do. For what I have planned, you’re going to need your rest.”
***
Tanya was barely in park as I flung the door open and met Brooklyn at her side. I scooped her up in my arms, and she let out an amused scream.
“Put me down. I’m too heavy,” she said, and I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Seriously? I can bench press over 300 pounds. You’re like a goddamned feather.”
“Hey, if you want to carry me, I’m not going to argue.”
I slid my hand under her skirt, and grabbed her ass. “Me either.”
I couldn’t resist any longer. I crushed my mouth to hers, needing to taste her. I plunged my tongue against her seam, and she parted, meeting me halfway. She tasted like the Jolly Ranchers she was sucking on in the car, and I knew they would never just be a candy to me anymore.
I pulled away from her, and laughed when I saw old man Peters cleaning his glasses and quickly putting them back on. Old pervert. I smashed my mouth to Brooklyn’s, giving him more of a show as I walked her to my place.
Once in the hallway, I dragged my hand around the front of her thigh, running it up between the two. She relaxed, making it easy for my finger to find her sweet spot. I pushed into her wet pussy, and her arms on my neck tightened.
“I’m really beginning to like skirts a lot,” she said, just before I thrust another finger inside her, and she let out a loud moan. She pressed her mouth against my neck, trying to muffle her cries of pleasure.
I turned the key in the door and pushed into my apartment. The door slammed behind us, so I let her down, and backed her up against the wall so she could feel how fucking hard I was. “If I don’t fuck you right now, I’m going to explode.”
“We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Her fingers crawled through my hair, causing me to shiver. I had never been so worked up in my life that a single touch almost undid me.
I latched onto her wrist, and tugged her toward my bedroom. I told her fancier than a parking lot, and I figured right now, the fanciest we were going to get was my bed.
I stepped into my room and turned to her, snaking my hand around her waist, and drawing her to me. My fingers trailed up the back of her thighs and cupped her ass. I squeezed the round flesh, and hoisted her up onto me.
Instantly, her legs wrapped around me, and our lips came together. I decided then that I wanted to take my time with her. Worship her body the way it deserved. Show her everything she’d been missing out on all these years. Show her the pleasure she was capable of feeling.
I placed her down on the bed, and urged her legs open. She hesitated, and I looked up, locking eyes with her. “You can trust me. I’ll only make you feel good. I promise.”
She nodded and eased her legs open. I kissed the inside of her thigh, and dragged my tongue across the soft flesh. Her pussy was slick, and begging for me to taste it. My tongue swiped a line across her clit, and her body arched.
I pressed a hand to her stomach, and held her down as I devoured her. She tasted so fucking sweet, and my tongue took on a mind of its own, licking and swiping. I sucked on her clit, and she nearly jumped off the bed, switching on the animal inside me. I pulled her legs until her ass was at the edge of the bed. She screamed out at the surprise, and quickly fell back into moans as I thrust a finger into her wetness, and sucked even harder on her clit.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” she called out and I picked up speed, finger fucking her with reckless abandon. She was so fucking wet, and I could sense her muscles tightening so I sucked harder on the sensitive nub until her entire body convulsed.
I crawled on top of her, her breaths coming in short gasps as she came down from the ultimate high. I brushed a curl off her forehead and kissed a trail down her neck. My fingers curled into the hem of her shirt, and I pulled it over her head, freeing her tits.
Her body tightened beneath me and I kissed her lightly. “Trust me,” I said. The tension in her body released and I bent my head and took her nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking until it was pulled into a tight bead. I gave it a slight tug with my teeth, causing her to yelp before moving onto the next.
Her fingers laced in my hair as I worshipped every single inch of her body. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
“You make me feel beautiful,” she said.
I kissed my way back up her neck and to her lips. She didn’t make me wait before she opened up for me, and met my tongue thrust for thrust. I climbed on top of her, and tension pulled at the edges of her eyes. I kissed the corners, soothing the fear away. I knew now it wasn’t me, it was the memories of what she endured. I swore to myself then that I would do everything in my power to erase those memories completely. That when I came on top of her she wouldn’t flinch, only smile and anticipate the pleasure I would bring her.
“Nix, I want you.”
“I don’t want to rush you,” I said. “I know I said all that shit in the parking lot, but if you’re not ready, I’m more than okay holding you instead.”
She shook her head. “I’m ready. I don’t only want you. I need you. Please don’t make me wait.”
I grabbed a condom from my nightstand and slid it into place, before coming back over her. Our fingers linked together, as I slid my cock into her wet pussy.
It was so fucking tight, and the most amazing thing I had ever felt. Brooklyn’s body arched, pressing against mine, and I continued rocking into her, our bodies in perfect sync. Her hands squeezed mine, as I slid my cock in and out of her, never taking my lips from hers.
Her breathing picked up, and I knew she was close. I pulled away and looked into her eyes, wanting to see her come. She immediately locked eyes with me, and didn’t look away as her body shook with another orgasm. “That’s right, B. Come for me.”
Her moans filled the room, and as soon as her body relaxed into the mattress, I plunged in and out of her until my dick couldn’t take another second of restraint, and I came long and hard.
Chapter 34
Nixon
Brooklyn and I walked to the gym with my arm draped on her shoulders. Never thought I’d see the fucking day when I actually walked side by side with a girl, and actually wanted to. But it was nice. I liked touching her, even if it was just over her clothes.
My phone rang in my pocket and I slipped it out to see Sal’s name flash across the screen. I rolled my eyes because there was no reason for him to be calling me right now, except to remind me about Seth and his mind games. I didn’t need a goddamned reminder. I witnessed them first hand and was prepared for his shit now. Not that I’d tell Sal that. Didn’t need him turning all Sally D on me.
I came to a stop, placed my hands on either side of Brooklyn’s head, and kissed her forehead. “Go in and get started. I have to take this.”
“Is everything okay?” she asked, blinking up at me with those eyes of hers. She seriously needed to watch how she looked at me with those things, or I’d keep dragging her into dark corners to have my way with her.
Ever since we had sex, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. It was usually the opposite. I’d get what I want, be bored, and never want another taste. Brooklyn was like the best tasting thing I’d ever had and I don’t think I’d ever get enough.
She waited for my response, and I smiled. “It’s just Sal. I’m sure he just wants to aggravate the shit out of me over some
thing.”
She laughed, then lifted up on her tiptoes, and pressed her lips to my mouth. Slowly, she went to pull away, and I latched on to the back of her head, crushing my mouth to hers. It had been not even an hour since I had her spread wide for me, but I needed more. It was a craving I couldn’t satisfy. A need I couldn’t scratch. Always there, always begging me to keep trying. To take more and more and never stop.
I swiped my tongue across her bottom lip, urging her to part, and let me in. Stubborn as she was, she held out, and I groaned my disapproval. I felt her smile spread against my mouth as she finally parted and let me in.
I plunged my tongue against hers with a vengeance. It was greedy and desperate and beginning to be exactly how I liked it. Who knew kissing a girl could make me feel the same way punching a bag did?
My phone stopped ringing, but quickly started again. I pulled away from Brooklyn, cursing Sal, as I rested my forehead against hers. ‘I’ll see you inside,” I said.
“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” she said with a smile.
“I have to get this under control first,” I pointed down to my raging hard on that looked like it was trying to escape the confines of my shorts.
She laughed and pushed through the doors, wiggling her ass as she went.
“What, Sal?” I said as I answered, staring after Brooklyn’s ass until I couldn’t see it anymore.
“Bad news,” he stated.
“You know I don’t like to hear that shit.”
“I know. But your fight coming up.”
“With Biggs. The one I have to lose weight for, and already started. What about it?”
“He has to either forfeit or reschedule. Broke his hand surfing.”
“What a fucking idiot.”
“You want to reschedule?”
“Of course I want to reschedule.” My goal as a fighter was to win as many matches as I could with my strength and abilities, not by default.
“I’ll see what I can do, then.”
“Is that it?” I asked, wanting to get back to Brooklyn.
“Mark tells me you got yourself a lady friend.”
“A lady friend? What are you, eighty?”
“You know what I mean. You seeing someone?”
“Yeah so. What’s it to you?”
“Just want to make sure it’s nothing Seth can use against you.”
“What do I keep fucking telling you? Don’t worry about the Seth shit. I got it handled.”
“Handled?” Sal exclaimed. “Does that mean he’s done stuff?”
I adjusted my junk in my pants, happy it finally started to go down. “Like I said, don’t worry about it.”
“What has he done?” Worry tinged Sal’s voice and I wasn’t about to fuel his anxieties.
“I’ll talk to you later.”
“Don’t you hang up on me,” Sal demanded just as I swiped to end the call.
With a laugh, I headed into the gym, and spotted Brooklyn on the treadmill. Her tits bounced with each motion, and, my God, I couldn’t wait to get her back home. If I could even wait that long.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I slid it out, knowing it was probably Sal since I hung up on him. I swiped the screen and my jaw ticked, fists clenched, and red-hot anger boiled through my veins.
Your girl looks hot bouncing like that. Maybe I’ll try a turn at her myself.
-S
Chapter 35
Nixon
B curled into my side, pressing her naked body against me and kissed the bare skin of my chest. She sighed in contentment, and I tightened my arm around her. Morning sex was beginning to be my new favorite thing.
“If every morning started like this, I could live a happy life,” I said, kissing her forehead and smiling when she looked up at me.
“I think I can make that possible,” she said, and continued kissing a path up my chest to my neck.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I warned, but she only laughed, and kept on the path up my neck to right below my ear. That spot was like a button that caused my dick to shoot up. I grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her back on top of me. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I slammed my cock into her still wet pussy.
A scream rose in her throat, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I plunged in and out of her like a ravenous beast that had been deprived for days. My hands roamed her body, grabbing and kneading her soft skin. She no longer flinched, or froze, instead she melted into my touch.
“Sit up. I want you to ride my cock,” I whispered against her ear, as I lightly bit her lobe.
She did as I asked, and I leaned back to watch those glorious tits bounce. Her hips rocked against me, and it amazed me that the only sex she ever had before me was missionary. She was a fucking pro at working my dick and milking it dry.
I loved the show, but I wanted more. I needed to feel her pressed against me, our bodies slick, and sliding against each other. I sat up and wrapped her legs around my waist, scooting to the edge of the bed. I placed my feet on the ground, and rocked into her as she grabbed my shoulders, and held on for the ride.
Her head fell back, pushing her tits into my face. I bent down, sucking her nipple into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth, and swirling my tongue until it was a tight bud. I moved to the next, and Brooklyn’s hands clamped onto my head.
“Oh my God, Nix.”
Her muscles tighten around my cock, and I rocked into her harder, holding her tight against me until she was screaming out my name. I never waited for a girl to come. I never fucking cared if they got off, but with Brooklyn, I always made sure she came first. And once she did, I exploded inside her.
We both showered, which turned into round three of sex. “If you keep it up, I’m not going to get anything done today,” I said as I pulled my shorts up.
“Me?” she feigned innocence.
“You’re the one who jumped my bones in the shower.”
“Was it or was it not your hand that started rubbing me?”
“Hey, you asked me to wash you.”
“Yes, and I don’t think my vagina has ever been so clean,” she joked.
I pulled a shirt on, and grabbed my mail key. “I’m going to get the mail and then I have to head to work. Did you want to come workout?”
“Actually, I think I’m going to go back to the diner, and see if they’ll take me back. I miss working, and I hate that you’ve been paying for everything. I was thinking maybe it was time to get a place of my own and get out of your hair.”
All physical movement stopped as I stared at her in disbelief. “You want to move out?”
“Technically, I don’t live here. You were just giving me a place to stay, so I figured it was time I start looking.”
“Fuck that!” I shouted.
“I can’t keep living here. This is your place. Other than a few pieces of clothing, I don’t have anything here. And I can see you getting all pissy, so knock it off, and understand me. Karl took away my identity, and I can’t let that happen again.”
As much as I hated to admit it, I understood, but the thought of not waking up to her every morning actually scared me. It was all new territory for me and the only thing I knew was that I didn’t want to lose what we had. For the first time in my life, I was—dare I say—happy.
“Then, we’ll go shopping. If you want to decorate the kitchen with chickens, then we’ll buy every chicken towel and floor mat they have. If you want vases that serve absolutely no purpose, other than to collect dust, well then we will buy you as many as you want.”
She laughed and her smile was big and genuine. “Anything?”
“I draw the line at pink and frilly.”
“Good because so do I,” she said.
“So, you’ll stay then?”
She nodded. “I’ll stay.”
“If you ever want me to leave.”
I put my finger over her lips then kissed her. “Never.” She smiled against my mouth.
I wrappe
d my arms around her, and picked her up from the bed. Her legs linked around my waist, and I started carrying her through the apartment. “I still have to get the mail. You want to stay like this?”
“No, I want to look around, and get some ideas.”
“Should I be scared?” I asked, thinking of my nice, clean, sleek, manly apartment.
“Maybe,” she said with a kiss to my cheek before jumping down. Sassy emerged from wherever she was, and started rubbing against Brooklyn’s legs.
“Have we been ignoring you?” Brooklyn said, as she scooped Sassy up and kissed Sassy’s nose.
“I see how it is. Kiss me and then move on to my cat.’
“Jealous?”
“Maybe,” I joked, then swatted her ass before going to get the mail. It was the usual shit. A few bills and credit card offers, but an envelope stood out. I brought it to the front, and immediately recognized my mother’s handwriting. What the fuck would she be sending me?
I ripped it open, and the happy cloud I was just floating in turned black. My blood ran hot until it boiled. I clenched and unclenched my fists, but it didn’t help with the anger. My jaw ticked and I rammed my hand into my closed mailbox, leaving a nice dent in the metal.
“Fucking assholes!” I yelled.
I paced back and forth, trying to calm the rage inside me. Brooklyn didn’t need to see me like this. But it was too late.
“Are you okay? I thought I heard you screaming,” she asked as she came up to me.
My fist tightened on the paper in my hand, crumpling it into a ball.
“What is it?” she asked, running a calming finger down my face before taking my hand in hers. Her touch soothed my soul, making me forget the anger that was rising.
She unraveled my fingers, and took the paper in her hand. “What is this?”
“What does it look like?”
“A bill?” she guessed.
“Ding, ding, ding, we got a winner.”
“Don’t be an asshole,” she spat.
I ran my hands through my hair. “Sorry. It’s a bill. From my parents. They’re pissed I dropped out of college.”