by ChaShiree M
“You are always welcome to stay here. And Perry will be here as well. We have only the one spare room, but since he was face deep in your cock squeezer…” Carrie remarks with a shitty ass grin on her face.
“Oh my god. You are fucking crazy. Cock squeezer? That is a new one.” I laughingly respond.
“I try.” She says as she is getting up. “So, are you staying?”
“Yeah. I can sleep on the couch or something.”
“Yeah or something.” She says winking.
I shake my head and proceed to slide my skirt down, while leaving the Tweety-Bird sleep shorts on. I didn’t know they still made these.
“Can I borrow a shirt? The shorts and my fancy top don’t go together.”
“Of course. The second drawer is full of t-shirts. Pick one and meet me in the kitchen.” She says as she leaves the room.
“Thanks.”
I pull out a Michael Jordan t-shirt. Nice, I have a Space Jam thing going on. I smile because my older brother, Richard loved the movie and made it a repeater in our house.
When I walk out into the hallway, I see Perry leaning against the wall. Immediately smiling as he backs me up to the wall, while he starts to unbutton his shirt again. I look around to see if anyone is close or coming our way.
“What are you doing?” I ask quietly. I may not have cared before if someone saw us, but it’s different when his face isn’t in my cock squeezer. Carries words comes to my mind.
“Angel, I do not like that you are wearing another man’s shirt.” I let out a little squeak as he lifts the hem and pulls it over my head. I rarely wear a bra, even though my boobs are huge.
“Fuck me.” He curses softly. I am not at all prepared for his warm wet mouth on my nipple. He kisses it with reverence.
“Shit. That feels amazing, Perry.” He lifts his head and looks into my eyes before going down on the other.
“I cannot help myself. Those sexy as fuck raspberry colored tips are begging for my mouth, Angel.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, fuck yeah.” He exclaims. “Carrie says you are staying here?”
“Yeah. On the couch or somewhere.” The look on his face tells me that won’t be happening.
“We will see about that, Angel.” He pulls his royal blue button up and off leaving him in a too tight white undershirt. I need to lick my lips. He pulls the shirt down over my head and as he is buttoning it up his fingers slowly graze my chest and belly.
“Okay.” I say.
“Do you live here in town?” He asks.
“Yes. I just graduated from college and moved back yesterday. You?” He takes my hand and pulls me down the hallway towards the kitchen.
“I live in Boston.”
Fuck. That is around a sixteen-hour drive from here. My heart clenches at the knowledge. I don’t want him to go back, yet I don’t know anything about him. If that isn’t fucking crazy, then I don’t know what is. In the kitchen Carrie and Dex are putting the leftovers away and everyone is gone except a select few. I walk to the sink and grab the sponge adding soap and rewetting it.
Walking into the dining room to clean the table I spot my panties on the floor. I saw him put them in his pocket. As horrified as that should have made me, it turned me on more. But finding them on the floor? Mortifying. I quickly grab them and start wiping down the table with the sponge, when I feel Perry coming up behind me. His manly scent of soap and cedar is intoxicating, and I close my eyes to memorize it. He grabs the panties from my hand and takes them to his nose.
“Your pussy is mine, isn’t Angel? Are you going to give it to me tonight?” The way he says it, it’s a statement and not a question. I feel my knees start to give, but he is right there caging me in his arms.
“Jesus. Perry.” I am so wet right now and feel as if I could float away. He tucks my nothing special white panties into his pocket and pulls me into a kiss. When he pulls away from my mouth, he starts to make a trail along my neck up to my ear.
“Angel. I don’t know how I’ll ever let you go.” He rasps into my ear and sending goosebumps all down my body.
“Then don’t.” I say as I walk away from him to catch my breath, because he keeps taking it from me. It has been a long day and foreign feelings are bubbling up inside me. I can’t say I hate them, but it’s insane when I know nothing about him. But I do want to know him and know him for whatever time he is here to get under his skin. Exactly like he has with mine in less than five hours.
Crazy just became my middle name.
A fiend is exactly how I feel. One taste of her pussy and I am a goner. If I am being truthful, I was a goner from the moment I saw her. Fuck, licking her pussy is like it is a signed, sealed and delivered deal. I want to grab her right now and take her upstairs to show her who she belongs to. But, duty to my friend and the reason I am here calls.
Though the BBQ is over, Dex and Carrie set up a bonfire for their immediate friends and family to all hang out, drink beer, and relax. Usually I am up for all of this, but right now it is stopping me from taking my woman and in truth it is pissing me off.
Walking out to the backyard, I am taken aback slightly by how many people are still here. I don’t know any of them except his brothers and sisters. No sooner than I think it, Kitty makes her way to me with El pulling up the rear. I have a new respect for him considering I now know how I feel about Portia after less than 24 hours.
“Perry. It is so good to see you. You are always gone too long, Mr. Big Shot attorney.” Chuckling, I shake my head and give her a hug. She always calls me that and even though I know it is in jest it always stings a little, because she is right. My job does consume me.
“I know you have already met my husband Eldridge.” She says as she smiles at him. My chest constricts a little, because to anyone only half paying attention it is obvious how much they love and live for one another. It seems I am unburdened enough tonight to admit to myself that I want what they have. I want the unbridled passion and type of love you move mountains for, but I want that with Portia. The problem is, my life. Kitty’s voice brings me back.
“And this is our daughter Kierstin.” She says, while snuggling a little cherub in her arms.
“She is beautiful Kitty. She has her mama’s eyes.” Looking at El who is looking at his woman and daughter with such adoration, I say. “Dude. Good luck. This one is going to be a looker.” Then I walk away because there is too much shit in my face I want. I am not sure how to get any of it.
“Perry, my man. I was looking for you.” Dex says with a smirk. I know he thinks it is funny he cockblocked me earlier, but I don’t find the shit the least bit hilarious. Ass.
“Come on and let me introduce you to everyone.” Walking with him around the bonfire circle, I am searching for my girl as we go. I do not see her sitting anywhere around it. She better not be hiding from me, because it will get her ass spanked when I do find her.
“This is my buddy Hamm and his wife Ava. This is my friend Perry from Boston.”
“Perry, nice to meet you.” The guy Hamm says.
“Same to you.” And the introductions continue the same way. I meet Sterling and Kennedy, Max and Rosy, and Penny and Jace. Apparently, there are a shit ton of babies between all of them.
After meeting everyone, I grab a beer and sit on the lawn chair facing the door. To anyone else it would seem normal. Of course, Dex knows exactly why, because he gives me a head nod showing his approval. Looking around I see all of the couples laughing, kissing, and talking. Seeing all the couples and their happiness only makes me want her more.
I don’t know how I am going to do it but somehow, I need to make it work. As crazy as it seems, she has become my future and somehow, I need to make it fit into my present. Before I can finish the thought, she comes out the door and I swear my breath catches. She is ethereal. Standing in front of the doorway and being illuminated by the light gives her the look of the Angel of Mercy.
I am not sure when I leave my chair but someh
ow, I end up in front of her. My hands go around her neck and I start growling. All the men in the yard have a perfect view of her beauty and though I know it is irrational. They all have their own women, but I cannot help feeling the need to claim her in front of all of them. Wrapping my other hand around her waist, I pull her to me.
“No need to walk any further my Angel. I’m here. Now kiss me.” Not waiting for her to comply I slam my mouth onto hers, while simultaneously walking us backwards back into the house. Pulling away for a second I whisper in her ear, “Its time Angel. Time for you to give me what belongs to me. You ready?” I hold my breath and pray to God she says yes. I’m not sure I can hold off any longer, but if she needs more time, by the hair of my chinny chin I would wait for her or even a lifetime if I had to. Rubbing my thumb across her cheek, as the blush spreads I look in her eyes. She closes them and takes a deep breath before she says,
“Yes Perry. I’m ready. Make me your woman.”
Thank Fuck!!!
I cannot believe I am going to give this man everything I’ve saved for my husband. Saving my virginity wasn’t for exactly for religious reasons. I am a firm believer that purity is the best gift you can give your husband. At this point, I don’t know what tomorrow will bring obviously, but I do know all we have is in the here and now. But, damn if I don’t already want to be his wife.
“Fuck, Angel. I am going to love you so good.” He breathes.
I draw in a breath because surely, he only means to fuck me so good? God, how I wish it was love. This is insane. I literally just met this man.
He expertly backs me down the hallway towards the guest bedroom that we are apparently going to be sharing. The whole way he is whispering sexy things in my ear and giving me goosebumps. Once inside the room, I notice my hot pink hard-shell suitcase sitting next to his austere black one. I smile.
When I focus back on him, my hands automatically find the hem of his white tee shirt and I start lifting it over his head. Slowly, I let it dangle from my fingertips before dropping it to the floor. His muscles are more intimidating without his shirt on and I cannot resist running my fingers down his abs, while licking my lips.
His shirt is so big on me, it looks like a dress and you can’t see that I have something on under it. I kneel down before him and when I pop my eyes up to look at him, he has this look of awe on his face. I smile and reach up to open his belt and let his pants and boxers drop to the floor for him to step out of them. He had already taken his leather flip-flops off at the door in the kitchen because Carrie-Ann is weird about dirty floors.
His cock is huge. It is resting against his stomach, where I gently grab it and pull it down towards my face. The warmth from it is kind of inviting and now I might be crazed with lust. His thick cock is harder than I thought it would be with a bit of angry looking and purplish color at the tip. Licking my lips, I wrap them around the head. He groans, and his hands tangle in my hair, while pulling it a little bit as my mouth goes farther down his cock. I have decided I like a bite of pain. After a few minutes of me sloppily sucking him down my throat, he pulls me off of his cock. It looks obscene as it is covered with the wet sheen of my spit.
“Enough.” He says through clenched teeth, startling me.
“Did I do it wrong?” I ask as he pulls me to my feet and opens his shirt I am wearing, before he tosses it to the floor. Next, he slides the sleep shorts from me and I step out of them.
“Fuck no. But I am not coming anywhere but, in that pussy, until I’ve bred you.” Fuck. That makes me even wetter. “You on birth control?” He demands.
“No. There has never been a need to.” I reply, quietly.
“Good, Angel. Real good.”
Before I know it, I am tossed on the bed and my knees are up by my ears. He licks my pussy and then slides two fingers into me. The burn at being stretched is so pleasant that I crave more.
“Your juicy pussy is ready for me Angel. I am going to bury every single inch of this cock inside your sweet cunt.” His filthy words are going to kill me.
I should probably tell him that I am a virgin, but I can barely do more than moan. He drags the head of his cock through my wetness and taps it on my clit twice sending shivers down my spine, before slamming into me. Shit! That hurts, and I can’t help crying out. He stops and looks down at me without removing his cock but holding it still inside me as I get used to it. As the pain turns into a stinging sensation, my body starts to tell me it is ready to continue.
“Don’t stop. Please.” I beg.
“You are all fucking mine, Angel. I will never let you go.” He says as he really starts pumping into me.
“Don’t.” I manage to say. I am feeling overwhelmed in the best possible way.
He drops my legs and I instinctively put them around his waist, while he leans down until we are face to face. Our lips and tongues meet as they find one another, before he turns to slide his mouth down my neck. I feel him suck and bite the skin at my pulse point where his hand is loosely wrapped around my throat. He isn’t hurting me, but damn it’s hot. His left hand is digging into my hip and I know it’s going to leave bruises, but I have no problem with him leaving signs of his ownership all over my body. He then quickly grabs my hands and holds them, while I move my hips to match his movements. I have no choice but to arch my back as I come. He continues to fuck me through my orgasm and it triggers another one. He groans out “Portia” as he fills me with his warm seed. Thank God DJ’s room is across the house, because I am not quiet when I have sex. Who knew?
He gently pulls out of me and I miss him already. Since, we couldn’t wait the bed is still made and I am freezing without his warmth. I turn to hop off the bed and pull down my side of the covers. He joins me and turns his side down as well. I climb back in, but now I am sort of stiff. I have never slept with anyone and I don’t know what to do. Perry senses my hesitation and pulls me towards him. I snuggle up to him and lay my head on his chest.
“I drool in my sleep.” I say, feeling the need to warn him.
“I snore.” He says laughing.
“Good, we can be disgusting together.” I say, snuggling a little closer to him. His arm comes down around me with his long fingers caressing my hip and butt.
“I think we are beyond that now, Angel.”
I laugh, but I must fall asleep quickly because the next thing I know the alarm on my phone is going off. My eyes pop open and I remember I am meeting with Migan to discuss the possibility of my investing in her clothing line. I subtly wipe the drool from Perry’s chest and head into the in-suite bathroom to take care of my morning business and hop in the shower. While I am washing, Perry pulls the glass door open. I smile and accept the kiss he gives me.
“Where are you going Angel? I was looking forward to sliding inside your sweet pussy again. Are you sore?”
“I feel fantastic. Unfortunately, I have a business breakfast this morning. But, you can slide into me all you want when I get back.”
“Not now?” He asks with a mischievous grin.
“Maybe just a quick one.” I say.
I am surprised I was only ten minutes late to the diner where I am meeting Migan. Looking in the rear-view mirror, my eyes are sparkling, and my cheeks are flushed in a way that looks like I am wearing flawless makeup.
I can already tell Perry Gentry is going to be the best thing that has ever or will ever happen to me.
I lay in the bed for a good 10 minutes after Portia leaves thinking about how much difference a day can make. When I got on the plane to come here for a much-needed vacation, I always knew at the end I would be going back to Boston. As a matter of fact, it was literally something I didn’t give any thought to because this has always been my course. But from the moment I laid eyes on her, the tunnel vision that has been my life, suddenly became much more open. The walls are knocked down and now I am faced with what to do.
On one side, there is the that craves her, while saying to hell with my family, this obligation shit, and p
ack up everything to move here to be with her. However, the side of me that has been instilled since birth is calling me and idiot. Why would I give up my life for a woman I barely know other than in the biblical sense?
Shit.
Before I get lost in my head there is a knock on the door. Considering the giggling I hear on the other side, I know it is Dex and DJ to wake me for our fishing day. Well, no need in wallowing. Might as well make the most of it. Walking to the door I open it and immediately smile looking at Dex and his son in matching fishing vests
“Up and at um uncle Perry. Get your butt in gear. Those catfish won’t wait for everyone.” Chuckling and rolling my eyes at him, I look at DJ.
“Tell your daddy that some of us are on vacation.” I say ruffling his hair. Dex looks happy. Like this is what he is meant to do. I can’t help but envy the freedom he has to do as he wishes with is life. Without the confines of family expectation.
Turning away from them, I grab a shirt, shorts, and walk out the door. “Ok. All set. Let’s go fishing.”
On the ride over we listened to DJ babble about one thing or another, while trying to ask his dad as many questions as he can think of. Me, I am trying to not think of anything.
When we pull up to the fishing site I get out and help Dex with the equipment, before sitting my ass down on the dock. Once we get all the poles into position and DJ settled into his life vest, the questions start. Questions I don’t yet have the answer to.
“So. You and Portia, huh?” He asks. “Usually I am not one to stick my nose in another person’s business, but what are you going to do? You live in Boston and she lives here. Are you going to leave your life and move here?”
“Come on Dex. That’s not fair. Why should I have to move? She could relocate as well.” I say with a little bit of a defensive tone. “I mean I’m not saying that’s a good idea either. Only that I don’t know. I have no clue how this will work out. All I do know is……I don’t want it to be over. I feel…… that’s it. When I am with her I feel. For so long I have been numb to the life I have been born to lead. But with one look at her and there is life in my lungs, my nerves, and my heart. But the truth is I have no clue how it will work out.” As I say it, I know it is true. I don’t know and that makes me madder than anything else.