by Tory Baker
My hand delves into his shorts, wanting his length in the palm of my hand, to glide my hand along his skin. Devon gets the idea of me wanting him out of his swimsuit, needing him as naked as I am. I sit up on my knees, never letting go of his thick length while he slips out of his shorts. It’s an awkward angle, but we make it work, and when I see him completely naked, my body lights up all over again with the need to see him come apart for me this time.
11
Devon
The way her flavor came alive on my tongue, I could have drunk from her body all day long. She’s still on top, a place I can sense that she likes, and I think she needs it at least for this time.
My cock is in her hands, and the way they feel like velvet as she finds a rhythm has me arching my back. When she cups my balls, the ache increases tenfold.
“Baby, if you don’t stop what you’re doing, I’m going to come before I get inside of you.” My voice is coming out choppy as I talk. I know, once I feel her velvet heat wrapped around my dick, I’ll be in heaven, and that’s where I want to be right now. My hands grasp hers, stopping them from their ministrations.
“I was having fun.” Her eyelashes flutter with a pretend pout. I laugh as she moves her hands, placing them behind her body and grasping my thighs. Her body is arched back, and her lithe frame is open to my gaze as I take in everything. Michelle’s dark hair is even darker from the pool. Her skin has a tinge of redness from the heat of the day, her nipples are pebbled, a fine sheen of moisture is covering her body, and when she looks down into my eyes, she bites that fucking lip of hers.
I hold my cock in my hand, ready to feel every delicious inch of her wrapped around me. “Michelle, baby,” I groan. She’s already lowering her hips down. Her pussy flutters around me, and I know I’m not going to last long with the way our bodies react to one another.
She smiles, and then I take over. My hands blaze a path from her thighs to her hips, squeezing them so tight she’ll probably have bruises tomorrow. That thought, my mark on her body, has me pulling her down in one quick push. With the way she clenches around me, I have to think about baseball, my parents—fuck, I even start doing multiplication tables in my head to keep from coming fast and hard.
Michelle’s moans make me pause. I swear to Christ, from the rippling alone, she’s on the verge.
“You going to come for me again, Michelle? While I’m inside you, the way your pussy is clenching down on my cock, I bet you fucking are.” A small smirk plays on my lips, and I know what I’m going to do. Instead of fucking her hard and fast like I want to, I’m going to build her up slowly, so damn slowly she’s going to fall apart, and I’ll be the one to watch and touch while I fall right along with her.
The tips of my hands travel up the length of her body, grazing her sides, trailing around her breasts, to her neck, but I don’t stop there. No, instead, my hands fist her hair, and I sit up while still inside her, never breaking our connection. My mouth finds hers, and I swallow her gasp. The hair on my chest abrades her nipples; they pebble tighter than they were when she played with them while I tasted her. Yet, I still don’t piston in and out of her. Oh no.
“Oh, God, Devon,” she moans into my mouth. Her skin is covered with a gooseflesh, such a contradiction to the heat that’s coming off of her body.
My hands tug on her loose hair. I’ve figured out that she loves a pinch of pain; it lights her whole body up. I watch as she finds her release. Michelle’s eyes flutter close, and her body is sated, but I’m going to work her up again. This time, she’s going to take me with her. I flip us over, our bodies never letting go. I’m wedged between her soft thighs as they envelop my muscular legs, another contradiction amid our bodies. Something I’m finding I love more and more each time I’m with her.
This time, I pull back until only the head of my cock is inside her. My hands go back to her hips, pressing her into the lounger, not allowing her to move. I’m going to give it to her this time, just how I want to. I slam inside of her, my hips never moving; it’s fast, it’s hard, almost ruthless, and my woman stays with me every step of the way.
My balls draw up tight. Her cunt is tight around my length, and I grunt, “I’m coming deep inside you, Michelle.” I should have asked, but I don’t give a fuck if we create a life right now. In fact, I’d love nothing more than to see her round with our child. She’s erased every single bad memory of my past. Michelle is it for me. She’s my one and fucking only.
“Yes, Devon, come inside me.” Michelle’s hands find mine on her hips, and she holds on to them. Paired with her words, my body detonates. I paint the inside of her body with everything I have to give, praying like hell, she’s as in love with me as I am with her.
“I love you, Michelle,” I breathe into her ear as I fall onto her body, holding my weight up and off of her as much as possible. I feel her body go still, and I can’t stop the thought that maybe we’re not on the same page. She keeps me guessing for what feels like hours when her body relaxes.
“I love you, Devon.” The puff of air she lets out tells me everything I need to know. I want to see her eyes. Leaning up, what I was worried about comes true when I see she’s crying.
“Why are you crying, baby?” I hate like hell to lose her heat, but right now, she needs me to hold her. I pull up, wrapping her in my arms, and her legs wrap around my waist.
“I’m just so happy. I promise these are happy tears.” With that, my lips seek hers, letting her know with my kiss just how thrilled I am with her admission.
When we’re left gasping for breath, I stand with Michelle still wrapped around me and carry her into the house, already wanting her again. This time, I’ll want her laid out beneath me.
12
Michelle
Our weekend was pure bliss, so much so that I wasn’t ready to leave him Sunday night. When I told Devon that, he offered for me to stay, and it didn’t take much persuasion on his part. Today, though, I had to leave his house to come home, shower, change, and head to the salon, and he had to go into the office.
We talked for hours and hours over the weekend, including that I’m not on birth control. When he told me he was coming while he was deep inside me, I didn’t even think about it until we were in the shower later that night. Devon took it in stride, though, and by that, I mean, he came inside me multiple times over the weekend. My hand goes to my flat stomach as I stand inside my office at the salon, thinking that we could have made something so very precious this weekend.
“Hey, girl. Are you all right?” Laura asks. I’m standing in the middle of my office, and my hand is still propped on my stomach.
Her gaze goes toward it. “You have something you need to tell me?”
“Hey, yeah. Oh, this? No, not at all. Just thinking about what could be. How have you been?”
“I’m doing good. You’re obviously doing better than me, though.” Laura winks, causing me to laugh before swatting at her with a spare towel that I should have been folding the whole time.
“Oh, whatever! Honestly, though, is everything okay?” I ask her because she usually doesn’t come into the office unless something is wrong, or she needs me to order a specialty color for her client.
“Oh, yeah, I’m doing a silver balayage, so I’ll need a couple of things we don’t have on hand. I’m going to the supply store. My client called last minute. Do you need anything while I’m out?”
“Nope, I’m good unless you stop for food, then you know to get whatever, and I’ll pretty much eat it.” I go back to folding towels like I should have been doing before thoughts of Devon and our future started playing in my mind.
“I’ll call in case you change your mind. Maybe have me stop and get a pregnancy test, too?”
I throw a towel at her for that one. “Not yet, thank you very much. Get out of here,” I admonish, but in the back of my mind, I’m already wondering if I’ll find myself doing that in the next few weeks.
Laura leaves, and I continue on with my tasks tha
t need to be done. I don’t take clients on Mondays, choosing to work Tuesdays through Fridays with an occasional Saturday. Sundays are the only day of the week we’re closed, though. Laura holds the bulk of the hours while Ashley comes in part-time.
My office door opens. “You’re back fast,” I say without turning around.
“What do you mean?” I turn around and see my father standing in front of me.
“Hey, Daddy. I didn’t know you were stopping by.” I drop what I was doing, rushing to hug him.
“Hey, princess. I was in the area today. Your mom has me running errands, and I figured I’d stop by and say hello.”
I pull back from our hug, seeing the smile on his face. “Is Mom really having you do errands?” I can read between the lines with him. There’s nothing over here either of them would need.
“You’re just like your mother. I can’t get anything past you. It’s almost that time for your heart appointment.” He’s right; it’s been a year now, and next month will be time for my check-up, something I haven’t told Devon yet.
“I know, Daddy. Let me see what time it is. I also need to let Devon know. I probably should have talked to him about this before now, huh?”
“Yeah, baby girl, you should have. If you need me or your mother to come, we’re just a call away. Do you have time for lunch, or are you on your own?” he asks. I can see this is weighing heavily on his shoulders, and I’m not sure why. I’ve been doing great for a long time now.
“Let me see if Ashley is out there.” I walk out and see Ashley is at her station with a client.
“Hey, Ash, do you mind manning the salon? I’m going to grab a bite to eat with my dad.”
“Hey, I’ve got it covered. Have fun!” She turns back toward her client. I shoot a text to Laura to let her know my plans have changed and not to worry about food for me.
“Feel like going to get pizza?” My mother never lets him eat pizza. She wants him to eat healthy. His eyes light up because he knows I’ll never tell on him. She’d probably yell at me, too. I know she worries, but sometimes you need greasy, carbohydrate-filled, cheesy, gooey food.
“Let’s go.” I grab my purse, even though he shakes his head, and follow him out to grab a bite to eat.
“I’m going to text Devon. Sometimes he brings me lunch, and I don’t want him to make a trip for nothing.”
“I’m sure it wouldn’t be a wasted trip to see you, but go ahead.” He nods. He and Mom have seen Devon and me together many times over the past few months. My mom is a romantic at heart and always tells me I’ve found my happily ever after. She’s not wrong.
“Still, I’d rather him not waste the food either.” I roll my eyes as I text Devon. He doesn’t respond right away. It happens if he’s in meetings, and with it being Monday, I’m willing to bet he’s slammed.
“Sure.” My dad is a bit of a smart ass; that’s probably where I get it from.
“Yeah, yeah.” We spend my lunch hour devouring a large pizza, chatting about life, and discussing what he and Mom are planning to do this week. She wants Dad to build a pergola for the back deck, and he mentioned calling Devon to get his insight. I nod because I know he’ll drop what he’s doing to help him; not to mention, he’ll more than likely bring a crew with him to help with the bulk of it. Mom’s plans are usually extravagant, to say the least. Not that she expects it, but when her dream gets to come true, it’ll be the most intricate pergola you could imagine.
Dad and I shake our heads while we talk about Mom’s idea. He drops me back at the salon once we’re finished, and I get back to work.
13
Devon
I really hate Mondays, but what I hated most about today was having to leave Michelle. She didn’t have to be at the shop until ten this morning, but I had an eight o’clock meeting. I did the best thing I could to wake her up, spreading her legs wide and waking her up with my tongue, feeling her come around my fingers while my lips were sucking on her clit. That’s how I left her, in a state of bliss. Shit, I can still taste her flavor even now.
This meeting is lasting longer than it should. I had plans to bring my girl lunch, but that’s not going to happen now. I can’t even pull my phone out to let her know what’s going on, even though I’ve felt it vibrate in my pocket. But how professional would it look if I pulled it out while the vice president of our company was going over our quarterly earnings?
I’m sick of this shit. I swear, Bill just keeps reiterating the same thing over and over again. “I think that’s it for today, Bill. We can always bring this up at a later date,” I state, putting a stop to it.
I didn’t let Michelle know, but Lincoln flew out to Vegas for the afternoon to help me go look at a ring for her. It’s the only time he has available, and with our parents down in Florida for the time being, it gives Presley some help while Lincoln and I hang out for a few hours.
“Mr. Anderson, we still haven’t gone over everything,” Bill bristles.
“Send me an email. I have an appointment this afternoon, and I’ve already missed one.” I stand, grab my papers, give a wave, and head out the door. If Bill wasn’t so good at his job, I swear he’d be replaced. No one needs a two-hour meeting over something as simple as quarterlies. You go over the money, the return on investment, how we’re doing, what we need to do, and that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.
I reach for my phone the second I’m back in my office, only stopping to throw the papers on my desk and grab my truck keys. I look down, and my girl has left me a text, which makes me smile. Apparently, she and her dad ate lunch out. I read the next one, and it looks like we have plans with her parents this weekend. I send her a quick reply, letting her know I’ll call her dad to get the plans for what her mom wants before leaving to go meet Lincoln. Hanging out with them this weekend will give me the perfect opportunity to ask her dad for his daughter’s hand in marriage.
“Hey.” I pick up the phone, seeing it’s Lincoln calling.
“Where the hell are you?” he questions.
“One word: Bill,” I reply.
“Not that cocksucker again,” he replies. I was meant to meet him fifteen minutes ago.
“No kidding. I’m almost to my truck. Hopefully, I’ll be there in twenty minutes. You can even whittle me out of lunch after this.” It used to be we’d have a beer, maybe a mixed drink or two, but when I went through my party days, I drank way too much. It made me realize just how out of control I was. I hated that feeling. I decided alcohol and me no longer mixed, so now I stick with water or the occasional soda.
“Whatever, just get your ass here. I’ll go in and look for something for Presley while I wait.” That man is so gone for her.
“Like you weren’t going to buy her something anyway.” We hang up as I make it to my truck. There’s something our father always said: “If you’re going to treat your woman and you have the means to do it, you go to the best of the best,” which is why Lincoln and I are meeting at Christensen and Son Jewelry Company. If they don’t have what you like, they’ll custom make it for you.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m pulling into the spot next to Lincoln’s rented vehicle. I offered to pick him up, but he said he’d get a rental. You wouldn’t catch me dead in the ostentatious piece of metal he rented. I hop out of the truck with a chuckle, still trying to stop the laughter coming out when I walk inside the store and see Lincoln. He looks at me, giving me that ‘shut the fuck up’ look, and it makes my laughter bubble up.
“Could you have picked out something flashier?” I give him a hug; happiness sure does look good on my baby brother.
“What the fuck ever, I got my eyes on a pair of earrings for Pres. Do you have any idea what you’re looking for?” he asks.
“I looked at some online, but nothing really grabbed my attention. Figure I’ll look and see what they have and go from there.” We meander around the store until my eyes land on the perfect ring. It’s a yellow gold band topped with a solitaire diamond. It’s a show stopp
er by itself, but the smaller band that goes with it really ties it all together.
“Nice choice, brother.” Lincoln slaps me on the shoulder, leaving me to purchase Michelle’s ring while he makes his purchase. This ring doesn’t even touch the surface of the money I have in my bank account. I was worried if I went too big on the stone, she couldn’t wear it while working.
Once her ring is purchased and wrapped up, I head to Lincoln; he’s done, so the two of us walk out.
“Thanks for coming out here,” I tell him.
“No problem, I’m always here for you,” he responds.
“I’m here for you, too, man. I really need to get out to Florida to see the boys.” I wipe my hand down my face. It’s something I’ve been slacking on.
“You know we’d love to have you and Michelle, anytime,” Lincoln replies, the two of us walking toward the restaurant around the corner.
“I’ll see when I can get Michelle out there and let you know.” We take our seats, order our drinks and food, and shoot the shit until it’s well into the late afternoon and Lincoln has to head back home. It's bittersweet watching him leave, knowing he’s far away, but it’s for the best. He has Presley and Noah down there; I have a feeling another one will be in tow in the next year or so for them.
I head home, trying to figure out a way to get Michelle to stay with me tonight, or me with her. I don’t care what it takes. I want her wrapped up in my arms tonight. Instead of heading home, I turn around and head to her shop. Maybe after I see her, I can convince her to spend the week with me.
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Michelle