“I’ll get a drink, but I’m not pounding anything back. You know I don’t fucking do that anymore. Your old man used to rake me over the coals for showing up with a fucking hangover. He whipped my ass into shape.”
“Yeah, why do you think I chose the Air Force? I figured if I were going to have a man screaming in my face, I’d have it easier with a Drill Sergeant. Less emotional stress.”
“Ah, your strategy makes sense, finally.”
We went inside and grabbed a table in the back.
The waitress came over, and I ordered a beer and some fries. My eyes followed her ass as she walked away, and then I spotted a sexy little thing at the bar, looking my way across the dance floor. She’d totally caught me gawking at the waitress’s ass, so I figured I might as well eye-fuck her. That earned me a smile.
Greyson wrinkled his nose in disgust. “You’re going to die young, eating that shit.”
“Would you lighten up before people think we’re married?”
“I will when you do.” His eyes met mine with a pointed glare.
I leaned back in my chair and spread my hands. “What’s that mean? I’m fine.”
“You’re still pouting about the fucking Air Force. I get it, you gave up your dream to come back here, but shit, have a little fun.”
“I’m having fun.”
“No, I’m not talking about that kind of fun, grandpa. I mean, that kind of fun.” His eyes turned to the woman at the bar. “You’ve got her attention, so ask her to dance. Get a little release so you’ll stop busting my balls.”
I was one step ahead of him, having eye-fucked her and all, but I knew that having her wasn’t going to make me complete. In my blood, I knew I needed more. But more wasn’t happening anytime soon.
The woman made eye contact again, and this time, I gestured to the dancefloor. She approached my table and leaned in, showing us her tits, which Greyson couldn’t peel his eyes away from. I chugged the rest of my beer, slammed the glass on the table, and looked at Greyson. “Have the fries. You know you want to.”
I grabbed the girl’s hand, and she spun around as I stood and led her to the dancefloor.
We got nice and close for a moment, and she whispered in my ear. “Are you better on your feet or off?”
She pressed against my leg as we moved around in a circle, grinding herself against me.
I looked deep into her eyes. “How about I take you back to my place and answer that question?”
“What about your friend? Did he need a ride?” She turned her eyes to Greyson who was already hitting on the young waitress and eating my fucking fries he’d bitched about so much.
“He’s a big boy. I’m sure he can find a way home.” I took her hand and led her over to the table, where Greyson was in the middle of feeding the waitress one of the fries and talking about her technique.
I tapped his shoulder. “I’m out. You going to be okay?”
“Have fun. I think Donna here is going to give me a ride. Then she’ll take me home.” Donna licked her lips, and the girls giggled.
When we got to the car, her eyes lit up. “I’m Hilde, by the way.”
She suddenly thought it mattered. It hadn’t until she realized I had money.
“Nice to meet you, Hilde,” I said, opening the car door for her. She took my hand, and I helped her inside.
I walked around the black Cobra and slid into the driver’s seat. “I’m David. How good are you with your mouth?”
I saw no reason to try and keep up the formalities. We weren’t here to have a conversation. She’d already made it clear she wanted me off my feet, and I was going to make every second of our time together count.
She adjusted in her seat and leaned her ample tits forward as an offering, but it was what she had between her legs that held my interest. I pulled out of the parking lot, one eye on the road and the other on the smooth skin peeking out from beneath her skirt.
I placed my hand on her thigh and stroked it between shifting gears. I pushed the Cobra up to a breakneck speed on the highway, heading toward my house. I slipped my hand between her thighs and stroked her through her soft, warm panties, which grew damp as I stroked my fingers across her pussy.
She moved in her seat to get closer and rubbed her hand over my cock, which was diamond-hard and begging for attention.
“Suck it, baby. Show me how good you are with that mouth.”
She gave me a bratty look. “Don’t come in my mouth, though. I’d hate to spit in your pretty car.”
I laughed at her threat. “Spitters are quitters, sweetheart. If you want yours, I suggest you swallow. But let’s see if you’ve got what it takes first.”
I wasn’t going to tell her that if she spits in my car, she could walk her ass home. Her eyes took on a sultry look, and she warmed up to the task of proving she had what it took to get me off. Hilde unfastened my pants, and my cock sprang out in front of her. Her eyes widened, and she inhaled a quick breath.
Her hand gripped my cock tighter, and then, she leaned over to work her pouty lips around my thick head. She moaned, and the vibrations made me even harder. She relaxed her throat to take me down.
I had to admit I was impressed by the depth of her committal. Her hot mouth worked my shaft enthusiastically. Her head bobbed up and down, sliding over the entire length of me. I groaned at the feeling.
I pulled into my driveway, and she backed off. I grinned at her. “I’ll give you an A for effort.”
She glared at me, not happy that I didn’t give her a reward. I’d learned to make her type feel like they had something to prove, and it had always paid off well for me.
I led her inside my house and into the bedroom. She wasted no time getting on her knees and sucking me down into her throat again. At this rate, I wasn’t going to have to work much, and sure enough, minutes later, I splashed her tongue with a bit of my salty pre-come, and she moaned. I knew my load wasn’t far behind, so I gripped her hair and held her down on my cock as I shot my hot streams into her throat.
She gulped it down like a good little girl and then gave me a pouty look as she pulled away.
“Is that all you’ve got? I want to get laid, David. I didn’t come all the way out here to suck you off.”
“Relax, princess. I didn’t bring you all the way home to dump a load in your throat, either.” That perked her right up, and I hadn’t noticed before how young she actually was. “How old are you, anyway?” She’d been in the bar, so I knew she was old enough to get in, but she couldn’t have been much older.
“Twenty-one,” she said with a smile.
I thought of all the things I’d been doing at her age, and I couldn’t judge. I brought her close and kissed her, tasting my release on her lips as she gripped my cock and stroked it.
I looked into her eyes. “Does that feel ready to you?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck me.” She walked to the bed and stripped off her blouse, revealing her tits and her tiny little nipples.
“That’s the plan, but now I have to ask you, where do you want it.”
She bent over in front of me and braced herself against the bed. “Put it anywhere you want.”
I stepped up behind her and rubbed her pussy, which was already sopping wet, and then I fingered her tight asshole.
I grabbed a condom and sheathed my cock as I finger-fucked her ass. Then, I shoved my dick into her tight pussy and thrust hard. Almost immediately, her body tightened up around my cock, and her climax left her shaking all over.
She sagged against the bed, and I gripped her around her waist and held her to me as she moaned and squealed.
“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me harder.”
I grabbed a handful of her hair in my fist, and her back curved, tilting her ass as I pulled out of her soaked pussy and pressed against her asshole. It took a while, but I got my thick head into the tight hole.
“Fuck yeah.” The greedy little slut was writhing beneath me, panting and squealing, pushing her as
s back against me to get more. Once I reached a certain depth, her tight hold sucked me in, milking my cock.
She was purring like a kitten by the time I got all the way inside of her, and as she came, her release dripped down, splashing as my sac slapped against her.
“Give it to me!” She screamed out the demand, and I growled. She was going to get it, all right.
I yanked my cock out and ripped off the dirty condom, spinning her around and gripping her hair to pull her forward. “Suck me off.”
She smiled and took me back into her mouth. After a few pumps, I held her head firm and unloaded into her mouth. She gagged a little, but I fed her more cock, pushing it deeper as she fought the urge and swallowed down my thick, creamy load.
When we were done, she got dressed, and I called her a cab. She showed herself out and was gone. She’d been a real brat and not at all my type. I had gotten off, but it wasn’t the type of thing I wanted for the rest of my life.
Meaningless sex, no matter how much I came, would never be gratifying. I lay in my bed, too lazy to shower, and thought about what I really wanted for my life.
Every time, the fantasy was the same. I saw myself as a family man, particularly with a wife and daughter. Never a son. Perhaps it was the way I’d seen my father dote on my sister, and their special bond was what I wanted for myself. I let loose a sigh as the images in my mind faded away, and reality came into focus.
Chapter 2
Allison
Waiting tables wasn’t what I thought I’d be doing after working my ass off to secure a business degree, but it paid the bills, and sometimes in life, that was all you could hope for. Especially when you had a kid to raise and a deadbeat ex who wasn’t doing you any favors.
Katrina nudged me on our way through the swinging doors the led into the kitchen. “Come out with me tonight. You need a night out as much as I do.”
I rested my empty tray on my hip and shook my head. “That may be true, but I have a kid, and besides, I’m beat.” I had lower back issues from being on my feet all day, and if I needed anything, it was a decent pair of shoes with better arch support. I slung the tray onto the stack and grabbed another clean one.
“Get a babysitter. We’ll find a good table, scope out some men. You don’t even have to dance all night if you don’t want to. Come on, live a little.”
“I am living.” I held out my arms and gestured to the kitchen around us before lifting a tray with a big order weighing it down.
She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. You need to find yourself a man.”
“A man is the reason why I have a degree in business, and yet, I’m working here. I think I’ve had enough of men for a lifetime.”
“That attitude is going to cost you a fortune.”
“What the hell does that mean?” I laughed and headed for the door.
“It means you’re going to spend a fortune on batteries.” Her voice carried across the kitchen and so did the laughter from our cooks and the other waitresses.
My cheeks burned as I headed out with the order and delivered it to the table. On my way back, Katrina came out, still laughing at her little joke, but then she went wide-eyed as the bells on the door chimed.
“This one’s all yours, sweetheart. Go for it.”
I looked up to see what she saw. A handsome man in a suit was taking a seat alone at one of my tables.
“Calm down, Katrina. He’s just a hungry man like all the others in here.”
“That’s right. See if he’s hungry.” She waggled her brows and made a lewd gesture with her tongue as I walked past her to wait on him.
Before I made it there, my phone buzzed in my pocket, and I knew that specific vibration meant the school was calling. I didn’t waste time seeking privacy. Half the diner knew my business, thanks to Katrina holding conversations with me over their heads on a daily basis.
I answered the call. “Yes, this is Allison Simon!”
I didn’t wait for them to tell me who they were because it didn’t matter. If they were calling from the school, it meant that Sierra needed me.
“Yes, ma’am. This is Sierra’s counselor. I need you to come down here. Her teacher sent her down about ten minutes ago. Your daughter has bitten another student.”
“Bitten? Where?”
“In the classroom, during their free reading time.”
“No, I mean where did she bite them?” Geez, the woman was a counselor. Thank goodness, she wasn’t a fucking teacher.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I misunderstood. She bit the other student on the arm.” The woman’s voice was slow and drawn out so much that it was about to lull me to sleep. “You’ll have to come pick her up. She’s been suspended for the rest of the day.”
“Fine, I’m at work, so you’ll have to give me a minute, but I’ll be there within thirty.” I hung up the phone and looked up at Katrina, who was already talking to the good-looking man.
“She’s nice. You’ll like her.” She gave him a nudge, and he smiled at me. I ignored him and focused on Katrina.
“Cover for me, please. Sierra has been suspended for the day.”
“But I was just telling this charming gentleman that he should give you his number.” She turned to him as he laughed. “Seriously, she doesn’t bite, and look at her.”
The man looked me up and down and grinned. He was too fucking cute for his own good.
I grabbed Katrina’s arm. “Look, I have to go. Cover for me or not?”
“Yeah, I’ve got this, but what the hell did she do? She’s six!”
The handsome man was all ears as Katrina waited for an answer too.
“She bit a kid.”
The man laughed, and I let loose a long breath of frustration. Katrina turned to the man. “I said she didn’t bite. I wasn’t talking about the kid.” She turned back to me. “Go, it will be fine. I’ll get his number for you.”
“No, don’t. No offense.” I looked at the poor guy who grinned and shook his head. Katrina had a way about her, and privacy and shame weren’t in her DNA.
I ran out of there and didn’t bother taking my apron off until I got out of my car at the school. I didn’t want them to see me wearing my name tag or the silly buttons Katrina, and the boss liked us to wear.
I walked into the office and found Sierra sitting with the principal in his office. I breathed a sigh of relief that I wouldn’t have to speak with the counselor. I’d need to pop some caffeine pills to stay awake through that conversation.
“Mommy!” Sierra jumped up from her seat and hugged my legs.
“Mrs. Simon, I’m sure you’ve already been filled in on the matter, but I’d like to encourage you to talk to your child about the dangers of biting, for her health and the health and safety of the other students.” The man looked down his nose at me, even though he was sitting.
“Yes, of course. And thank you for calling. I appreciate your care for my daughter.” I took her hand, and he stood from his desk and walked us to the door.
“She can return on Monday, and I’ve made a notation on her conduct record.”
I wanted to shove his conduct record up his ass, but instead, I thanked him again. I knew my kid shouldn’t be biting, and I planned on having a long conversation with her, but I didn’t understand a school that couldn’t handle small incidents or turned molehills into mountains.
We got into the car and drove away. Sierra looked up at me with her big blue eyes, which were much darker than her father’s eerie, pale ones. I’d been waiting years for them to turn brown like my own, but they hadn’t. And once again, like every time I looked deep into them, I got the feeling that she was an old soul, a lost part of me I’d known long ago, a kindred spirit.
“I’m sorry, Mama.”
“You can’t bite people, Sierra. Why did you do it? Do you like this little boy?”
“Yuck, no. He’s stinky.” She made a face.
“So, you think he’s stinky, and you thought it was a good idea to put your mouth
on his arm and bite him? That’s yucky.” She turned red and made another face. “But worse than that, you could have hurt the kid or made him go to the doctor. Don’t ever do that again, stinky or not! And if you do like this boy, that’s not the way to go about it.”
“I don’t like him!” She folded her arms and poked out her lower lip.
“Don’t say anything about this to your father.”
“You mean I still have to go to his house this weekend?”
“Yes, you do, Sierra. I don’t have a choice. And if this is why you bit that stinky kid’s arm, you wasted your time. And I want you to apologize to him on Monday.”
“Please, Mama. I’ll be good. I won’t bite anyone else. Just don’t make me go.” Tears filled her eyes, and mine welled up soon after.
“I know. I’m sorry, okay. But we’ve gone over this every single time. I can’t keep you from your father. He loves you and wants to spend time with you.”
I wanted to bite my tongue off for having to tell such lies. The truth was, I didn’t know if her asshole father was capable of loving anyone. He’d not only made my life miserable but hers as well, with his negativity and verbal abuse. He didn’t even try to be pleasant to me anymore, and Sierra had seen it one too many times to like going with him.
“Can I bring something to do? It’s so boring, and he makes me go with him to play golf, and I have to sit in the cart, and he doesn’t even let me drive it.”
“You’re only six. You’re not allowed to drive the club’s carts.” I knew I had to talk to him about trying to do something she liked for a change.
“Doesn’t he take you anywhere you like going?”
“No, and he makes me go to bed at seven-thirty.”
I’d already talked to him about extending her bedtime a little, but he didn’t care about my opinions. Especially when he only did that so he and his new fiancé, Cindy, could have their playtime.
He believed that when she was at his house, she should follow his rules, just like when we were married. His way or the highway. I’d finally taken the latter option and divorced his sorry ass after too many years of his controlling ways and verbal tirades.
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