by Bijou Hunter
Once in the bathroom, I shut the door and strip out of my clothes as quickly as possible without injuring myself. I grab a towel from the shelf and get it damp.
“Just a little cleanup,” I whisper, wiping all my possible stinky lady parts.
Tossing aside the towel, I wash my face and check for guck in my nose, eyes, and teeth.
“You’ve never looked better,” I lie to the freaked-out girl in the mirror. “Cap made you come so hard without even taking off your clothes. Now get out there and see what he can do with full access to your honey pot.”
I leave the bathroom to find Cap sprawled on his side across the bed. His head rests on his palm, and his lips curl into a smile when I appear covered by only a towel.
“I’ve never seen a woman look so fucking magnificent after urinating.”
“I have a talent,” I mumble, shuffling closer. “I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to fearing your dick might tear me in half.”
“No worries, Pip,” he says, kicking off his shoes without getting up. “My dick won’t be involved in any insertion tonight.”
“So why the hell am I naked?”
“The better for me to lick you, my dear,” he murmurs and wiggles his index finger for me to walk closer.
“Don’t hurt me.”
Cap sits up and pats a spot next to him on the bed. “What would be the point of hurting you? I want you to want me, right? Nothing makes a Johansson woman go punch-crazy like injuring her.”
Sitting next to him, I sigh deeply. “True, but my punches don’t hurt you.”
“No, but your disappointment would.”
When Cap leans down to kiss my right shoulder, I whisper, “Do I have that kind of power over you?”
“I love you. That gives you tremendous power.”
“But I love you too, so aren’t we equal?”
“No, Pip, we aren’t,” he whispers just before his lips cover mine.
I lean back onto the bed, fighting the panic boiling in my gut. Cap manages to be tender despite his size and the rough tips of his fingers. I feel them teasing the flesh on my thigh. His touch is so soft it nearly tickles while sliding my towel to the side and exposing my belly.
Kissing me leisurely, Cap sucks at my lower lip and then my tongue. I moan when his fingers tease the under part of my breast. Thoughts immediately returning to him teasing my nipples in the truck, I instinctively spread my legs with anticipation.
“Has a man ever sucked this nipple?” he whispers, plucking at the firm flesh.
“No.”
“How is that possible? Don’t men in Ellsberg crave luscious round tits with pink nipples?”
Moaning as he strokes the tender flesh, I whisper, “I don’t want anyone else sucking it.”
“No, you don’t,” Cap says with a hard edge to his voice. “No one loves you like I do. No one else should ever see you this way.”
Barely able to form words before he leans his head down to suck my nipple into his hot mouth, I’m full unintelligible after his tongue slides across my flesh.
I lift one of my legs, bending it at the knee, exposing my wet pussy to his touch. Cap draws my nipple deeper into his mouth, sucking it hungrily. I grip his head, begging him to never stop.
His fingers slip between my legs, spreading my pussy and finding the spot he only teased in the truck. Now his coarse finger slides slowly across my clit, owning it with a single touch.
“My hand is going to make you come,” Cap says, biting my nipple between his teeth. He slowly slides his tongue back and forth over the electric flesh before teasing it with the rough hairs of his beard. “Once you come, I’m going to kneel between your sexy legs and lick your sweet pussy until you come again. Do you think you can handle that, Pip?”
“No,” I moan even as my hips lift to apply more pressure from his hand to my pussy.
“You told me no from the very beginning, but your face said you wanted me. Right now, your face says you want me to make you come again—” Cap pauses to kiss my nipple, and his lips give me a sexy smile. “And again.”
I can’t respond except to grip his thick hair and press his lips to my breast. Cap takes my not so subtle hint. Sucking my nipple at the same rhythm as the pressure against my clit, he is a man on a particular mission to make me come undone.
CAP
I knew an undressed Audrey would be a vision, but my imagination didn’t do her justice. Her skin is the sweetest shade of honey, still tanned from the summer. A bikini top left clear tan lines and hid her lovely tits from the sun. The skin is paler but no less delicious when I savor a taste.
Her towel offers no barrier to my lips and fingers. I was admittedly surprised when she appeared wearing nothing else. Audrey’s wild reaction to the bar fight cooled during the drive to the hotel, and she was downright frigid when we entered the room. I guess I still need to hone my Audrey-reading skills.
By the time I have her nipple in my mouth, I need to unbutton my jeans and free the beast. Not that I expect to find relief inside Audrey tonight or any time soon. I refuse to rush her. We’ll be lovers for a long damn time. There’s no reason to hurry our first fuck.
Yet my dick needs to breathe and stretch out in a way my tight black jeans don’t allow. I somehow manage to kick off my jeans while steadily working Audrey into a fever pitch. She holds my head against her tits, refusing to allow me to let up. Not that I blame her. My tongue practiced on pears for many long hours over the years to be ready for the big show. No way will it choke with the one woman who matters.
Audrey sinks her nails into my scalp as I tease her swollen clit into submission. Crying out, she doesn’t worry about people in the neighboring rooms or how she might sound to me. She’s past caring about a single fucking thing in the world beyond her pleasure. I swear she never looks sexier than when giving into her basest desires.
“Cap!” she calls out in a breathless voice.
I stroke her until she’s calm and no longer clawing my scalp. My lips find her trembling ones, reassuring Audrey she’s safe with me.
“I don’t think I can handle more,” she whispers against my lips.
“We’ll see.”
Before she can stop me, I slide off the bed and kneel before her wet pussy. My dick refuses to be silent any longer. I stroke it roughly, knowing I won’t need much stimuli once I taste what awaits me between Audrey’s legs.
“I’m not—”
Audrey’s words end with a gasp once my tongue slides where my fingers once played.
I’ve never gone down on a diva before. Hell, I’ve never so much as considered going down on anyone. Audrey’s body belongs to me, though, and I need to become intimate with every inch of it especially the sweet pink parts.
“Crap,” she moans when I tongue her slick slit.
Fighting laughter, I wish I could see her face, but I don’t dare give her a second of relief. Audrey is much too willing to run away when she should hold on tighter.
I hungrily lap at her flesh, sliding my tongue deeper and deeper until she grips the sheets and begs me to stop. Letting up just a bit, I gently spread her pussy with my fingers and blow at her over-stimulated clit. Audrey catches her breath while I kiss and suck at the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
Despite restraining myself with her pussy, I furiously stroke my dick. I’ve never been so hard in my life. Of course, I’ve never seen a sight as beautiful as Audrey spread out on the bed. I’m so fucking close to coming, but I need to hear her moans again to find my relief.
I kiss her pussy, imagining I’m sucking on Audrey’s pouty lips. Sweat breaks out across her body, followed by goose bumps. I hear her breathing speed up. Audrey tears at the sheets, moaning louder and louder until I can’t imagine any other noise in the entire world.
My balls ache, throbbing painfully. The pressure builds. Audrey comes before I do. Her pleasure breaks something loose inside me. Jizzing harder than medically safe, I swear I go fucking blind at one point. My rapidly beating
heart nearly bursts out of my damn chest, and I choke on my moans. No way can I handle coming this hard more than once a day if I expect to live to a ripe old age.
Eventually, my vision clears, and I inhale deeply enough to steady my heart. I realize I’ve kissed Audrey’s pussy senseless until my face is covered in her juices. Praying I haven’t hurt her in my lust-filled delirium, I listen for any complaints. Silence meets me, so I wipe my face with a sheet before crawling onto the bed and resting on my side next to her.
Audrey stares at the ceiling, catching her breath. Beads of sweat pool between her tits. My finger circles one nipple and then the other before sliding up her chest and throat to her seductive lips.
“I am jelly,” she whispers, her gaze still locked on the ceiling. “I have no bones. Nothing is left except jelly.”
“I’m unfamiliar with after-sex diva speak. Is jelly good or bad?”
“Very good,” she says as her gaze flashes to me. “Don’t you talk to women after sex?”
“About what?”
“How they feel.”
“I know how they feel. They yell out words during sex. You made noises. I’m not saying you need to add more instructions, but I will need to check on you afterward.”
A smile warms Audrey’s face. “I think you came too. Is that what you were doing when you made the happy animal noise?”
“Yeah, my hand is extremely gifted,” I say, cupping her left tit.
“I noticed,” she says, remaining very still on the bed. “Do you want to fuck me now? Is that what happens next?”
“I’m not fucking you tonight, no. Thanks for offering, though.”
“I didn’t offer.”
“I’m paraphrasing what your earlier moans meant. I think you also said I was the sexiest fucker on the planet. Thanks for that, by the way.”
Her eyes shine when she whispers, “You are a beast. I should reward you. Let me get a feel of that dick of yours.”
Audrey turns over and reaches for my cock. As if zapped by electricity, her hand snaps back.
“Never mind. No way am I physically capable of handling that monster.”
“Its name is Captain America. Feel free to salute.”
Audrey laughs as her fingers hover over my resting cock. “This is your dick in its cold-water form, right?”
“Yes, my cock is like a Shrinky Dink. This is the out-of-the-package look. Wanna see how a pretty Pip can make it grow?” I ask and reach over to squeeze her plump ass cheek.
Audrey cups my face and shuffles closer until we’re nearly nose to nose. “I love you so much, and I’ll do anything to make you happy, but that thing will never fit inside me.”
“A part of it will.”
“I’m too short. It’ll end up coming out of my mouth.”
Laughing at the image, I shake my head. “I fucked a basketball diva who was nearly six feet tall. She couldn’t fit all of it in her either. The female body isn’t meant to store dicks. Only the head and maybe a few inches need to fit. Haven’t you watched porn?”
“Yes, and those women are wrecked afterward. Gaping holes like that can’t be healthy.”
“What porn are you watching?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow.
Her face flushes red with embarrassment as she giggles at my question. Audrey shakes her head. “I’m afraid of that thing.”
I take her hand in mine and lean forward to kiss her lips. “I’m yours, and my monster cock is part of the package. There’s no rush for you to feel it inside you, but that doesn’t mean you should fear it,” I whisper and rest her hand on my hot flesh. “See, it doesn’t bite.”
Though Audrey fights laughter, she doesn’t yank away her hand. Her slight fingers tentatively stroke my dick, causing it to twitch. Pulling away her hand, she glances down in horror.
“I’ve made it angry.”
“No,” I murmur, returning her hand to my cock. “That means it’s happy. Like when your nipple gets hard for me.”
Audrey exhales softly, remembering my fingers on her tits. She smiles at me before again stroking my dick. Her touch is so delicate as if she’s afraid to hurt me—or possibly anger the monster.
“Does that feel good?” she asks as I harden in her hand.
“So damn good, but we’re not fucking tonight. Let’s just explore.”
“But you’d rather fuck.”
“We have a lifetime to do all kinds of naughty shit, Pip. Why are you in such a rush?”
Audrey’s face twists into a scowl. “You’re the one who asked me to move to White Horse within twenty-four hours of meeting. Talk about being in a rush.”
“I didn’t want to lose you,” I say, leaning forward to suck at her exposed throat. “You and I no longer need to worry about that. Now we can take our time.”
Audrey uses her free hand to caress my face until our gazes meet. She studies me with her big, rich brown eyes, and I recognize a new understanding in them. In her head, on an intellectual level, she knew she was mine days ago. Tonight, though, as we explore each other with no barriers, Audrey understands on a deeper, gut level how she’s mine.
Based on her smile, I’d say she’s very much looking forward to our forever together.
AUDREY
Refreshed as if I’ve spent a lifetime with girl blue balls, I can’t stop smiling and even giggling while resting in bed next to Cap. The answer to every problem I’ve struggled with is now so clear. I’ve sabotaged so much in my life because I felt unworthy based on the say-so of a dipshit in fourth grade! If I couldn’t be as amazing as my parents, I didn’t see the purpose of being anything at all. I floated in mediocrity for the simple fact that I wasn’t worthy to be a Johansson.
“I’m an idiot,” I tell Cap who rests with his eyes closed.
“Don’t make me kick your ass for talking shit about my woman, Pip.”
I grin at his threat and then roll over to reach for my bag on the floor. Before I retrieve my phone, Cap tugs me back against him.
“No,” he whispers in my ear. “If you want to leave or get dressed, just no.”
“I have no interest in wearing clothes around you ever again, and I can’t leave you when we’re both naked. Now leave me alone so I can get my phone.”
Cap smiles at my response, reaches over me to grab my phone, and hands it to me. I take my phone and turn toward him.
“I’m emailing the twins to apologize for the way I behaved,” I say as my toes caress his calf.
“What brought that on?”
“You inspired me tonight.”
“To make an apology?” he asks, opening his eyes a crack.
“Yes. When they called at the bar, I still felt such resentment toward them. Instantly, it was all or nothing. They had to be completely loyal and never leave me, or they were bitches and abandoned me.”
“And I changed your view how?”
“With Colton. You demolished him without stealing his dignity. I know you could have wrecked him. It would have probably felt good to fuck him up in front of all the club guys and prove how you’re the alpha male. I probably would have done just that if I was you, but you always find the middle ground. Even if like tonight, you got pounded on when you could have beaten him from the first moment. I want to be more like you and stop feeling as if there are only two answers to a problem.”
“I’m glad I inspired you. Honestly. That’s not my ego talking. I want you to be happy, but a part of me thinks you never can be because of how you turn your every triumph into something you should have done better.”
“Be honest, Cap. If you had met me without knowing who my dad was, would you have still wanted me?”
“Fuck, Audrey, I would have wanted you more.”
“Screw you.”
Cap laughs. “It’s true. You come with a family that can’t be tossed aside. Audrey Smith would be easier to win over than a Johansson, but I have to have you so here I am.”
“I believe that you want me because I’m hot and bitchy and not because I
have a family with power or money. I think that’s why I’m so nervous about being with you. If we don’t work out, it’s on me, not on my family’s reputation. I got you, and I’ll be the one to lose you.”
“Not going to lose me. I mean, really think about who I am and how women treat me. Imagine how little effort I normally need to put into getting a woman into bed. I have a phone tree of divas willing to serve me. But I’m not with them. I’m here with you in Kentucky of all places. I’m getting pounded on by your fat-head brother and taking shit from your fat-head father. I’d only do that if I knew you were worth it. So when you think this relationship is a fun exercise on my part, think again. I’m here a hundred percent. When we fight in the future, and you know we’ll throw down sooner or later, I’m not going anywhere. When we have problems, and everyone does, I’m not going anywhere. That’s not how I work. When someone is important, they are worth all the shit they put me through. Those who gain my loyalty, get it for fucking life.”
“That was so beautiful that I’m not going to point out how you said my pop has a fat head.”
“You just did.”
“Yeah, but he’s my pop. I can’t not say something, you know?”
“I know. Now, why don’t you send your email so you and I can focus on soothing my tender ribs?”
“He got you in the face too.”
“My head’s indestructible. Even your uncle couldn’t break it.” When I frown at his comment, he smiles. “What, too soon?”
I roll my eyes and focus on my phone before he distracts me with his hot body. With the way he stretches and examines his bruised ribs, I doubt I’ll be able to keep my hands off him much longer.
“I’m sorry I refused to take your calls and acted like an ass when you left. I felt abandoned even though I knew I could go with you. I’ve always felt like the third wheel, but that was me feeling that way and not because you made me feel that way. I should have been a better friend and understood why you wanted to get away. You were always happy for me when something good happened, and I should have been happy for you. Thank you for knowing I needed comfort tonight during the fight and for not writing me off after I acted like a huge bitch the last few months. Love, Audrey.”