All my receipts, cards and cash fell out when I did, but I didn’t stop to pick anything up right then.
Instead, I walked up to where Ares was sitting and tossed the condom on the bed beside her.
“I got on birth control yesterday,” she said, eyeing my cock through the thin fabric.
I groaned, moving my hand to my cock to squeeze the head as excitement jolted through me.
The idea of having her bare… that was almost too much.
“When?”
That was the only word I could get out.
When.
When could we do it without a condom?
Sadly, I knew it wouldn’t be immediately.
My girlfriend in high school had gotten on it, too. She’d had to wait two weeks or something before it could be done bare back.
“Six more days,” she said. “And you need to go get tested.”
“Anything,” was out of my mouth before I could stop it.
She grinned.
“I haven’t… it’s been a really long time. But I did it, too, just in case,” she whispered.
Then she surprised me, because instead of pulling my underwear down like I expected, she leaned forward and skimmed her lips over the length of my cock, giving me a tease of what was to come.
“Fuck,” I said when I felt her hot breath. “That’s so… fuck.”
She snickered and reached for my waistband.
“It’s like opening up a Christmas present,” she whispered. “Last week I shook the box. This week I actually get to open it and see what’s inside.”
My breath caught in my throat when she lowered the band, exposing my cock and balls to her hungry gaze.
My hands clenched at my sides and it took everything I had not to bury them in her hair and guide her my way.
My abs were clenched so tightly that I was catching a cramp in my left side.
But I couldn’t stop if I tried.
Not with the way her delicate fingers were dragging deliciously along my skin.
She felt so fuckin’ soft and gentle against me. Even when she wrapped her hand around my cock and gave it a slow pump, I was amazed at how good it felt.
Normally I liked a little bit rougher of a touch. Liked to wrap my fist tightly around my cock and jack it off quickly until I came.
But Ares’ hand felt unexplainable. Felt like my hand would never be good enough again.
Then she cupped my balls, and I nearly lost it right then and there.
The thought of my cum decorating her neck nearly did it for me a second time.
I groaned and tried to pull back, but she wouldn’t let me.
“I’m going to lose it,” I said. “I don’t… I swear. I can’t hold on. I want to be inside of you… I need to be inside of you. If you… ah, fuck.”
She put me in her mouth.
During my stuttering speech, she’d leaned forward and sucked the head down deep, curling her tongue around the spongy head and swirling it around like a fuckin’ ice cream cone that was melting.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” I breathed, hoping that I could hold off longer, but knowing in my gut that I wouldn’t be able to.
Not with her mouth on me.
Not with how I’d missed her since last weekend. Dreamed about taking her.
I…
“Fuck.” I gasped when she squeezed my balls and took my cock into her mouth as far as it would go.
I momentarily lost consciousness. That had to be why I came to fucking her face.
Whatever the reason, when I realized what I was doing, I slowly disentangled my hands from her hair and tried to let her go back to what she was doing before, but she grinned.
Or at least tried to with my cock in her mouth.
Pulling back, she gazed up at me, her lips red and puffy.
“Keep doing that,” she ordered. “I liked it.”
She liked it.
Son of a bitch.
I hesitantly put my hands back to her hair and fed her my cock again, starting out slowly at first.
But she wouldn’t let me go slow.
She forced my hand by squeezing my balls again, sucking harder, and causing that switch in my brain to short-circuit.
When her eyes started to water, I came back to myself, but when I would’ve pulled back, given her less, she spurred me on by pressing her hand to my ass. Telling me without words that I was good. That she was good.
And that’s when I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I had to come.
“Gonna come,” I growled.
Two words. But it felt like I’d spoken more based on the exertion it took to do that much.
“Fuck yes,” I said when she surprised me.
Instead of pulling back like I’d expected, she’d pressed forward.
She was nowhere near taking all of my cock. Likely it was too big and she was too inexperienced.
Whatever the reason, when my come boiled from my balls and shot down my shaft in hot spurts, it coated the back of her throat as she tried in vain to swallow it all.
As she did, she massaged my cock head with her tongue, drawing up even more.
And by the time that I was done, my legs were shaking, and I couldn’t figure out how to breathe.
She pulled off of my cock with a smile, then fell back to the bed with a satisfied smirk on her face. As if she’d pulled off the impossible.
And maybe she had.
Maybe she’d done what no other woman could do—take my control and smash it to pieces.
Because that was exactly how I felt right then.
I felt like I couldn’t tell right from wrong. Up from down.
Her hands came up to play with her nipples, and that was when I realized that I needed to make it up to her.
I needed to show her that I could give her what she needed, too.
Dropping down to my knees, I hissed when my sensitive cock brushed against the bedspread.
She frowned down at me, her eyes wide.
I took hold of her legs and yanked her down more, until her ass was practically hanging over the side of the mattress, then pressed her legs up.
“Hold those,” I ordered.
She snorted and did as I asked, taking the backs of her knees in her hands and pulling back hesitantly, as if she wasn’t altogether comfortable with exposing herself to me.
I leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh, running my lips along the smooth skin before repeating the process on the other side.
Over and over I did this until my last sweep had my lips passing over her cleft.
She jumped when I came into contact with the bud of her clit, pausing slightly over it to give it a tiny nibble with my lips before moving away again.
I did this, over and over, until she was less jumpy and squirming underneath of my touch.
Then I gave her a soft swipe of my tongue over her entrance, tasting her desire.
My God, did she taste sweet.
I groaned against her pussy, taking another swipe. And another. And another.
Until she was squirming underneath me and begging me to fill her.
I did, with one finger, giving her what she wanted—kind of.
She hissed and arched her hips as best as she could, her hands going to my hair instead of her legs.
“Please,” she whispered. “I want more.”
I knew what she wanted.
She wanted my cock. But I was too busy tasting her to give her more.
My dick was once again hard as a rock, and I knew that if I came into her now, I would have just as little control as I did earlier.
That was just what she did to me.
“Please,” she begged. “You’re killing me.”
I grinned, pulling back to work another finger into her, curling it up this time to reach that secret spot inside of her.
She gasped and her legs clamped on my head, letting me know w
ithout words that I’d found the spot that I was looking for.
“Jesus,” she breathed. “What is that?”
I didn’t bother to pull away to tell her. Instead I focused my tongue on her clit, licking and sucking, while I slowly worked her with two fingers.
She was a groaning, panting mess by the time I pulled away, leaving her breathless and needy on the bed in front of me.
In the next second, I had the condom situated on my cock, and it was poised at her entrance.
She pulled back her legs even further, ordering me without words to get inside of her. And quickly.
I did. There was no hesitation. No working it in like last time. She was slick, tight, and mine as I slid inside of her all the way to the hilt.
And then realized that my earlier orgasm did nothing to help me and my stamina.
Not with how she felt around me, hugging me so tightly that I never wanted to leave.
“Fuck,” I wheezed, loving the tightness. “It’s like you’re ruining me.”
Maybe she was.
And maybe I just didn’t care.
I plowed into her, my movements not steady and consistent in the least. My cock took her pussy like it was made to be there, and she allowed me to.
She didn’t say a word as I fucked her. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and I had a single thought—could I keep her?
That thought only made me fuck her harder. Faster. Rougher.
I wanted her in my bed every night.
I wanted to wake up to her every morning.
I wanted to get home from my late-night shifts and find her there waiting for me.
I just wanted her.
Simple as that.
My eyes moved up from where her tits were bouncing to focus on her face, and that was when I found her eyes on mine.
She reached down and caught one of my hands that was resting on her hip, nestling her tiny fingers in between mine.
My cock slowed its rough treatment of her body, but as it did, she yanked me down and said, “Keep going.”
As I allowed my body to cover hers, and my mouth to brush against her lips, her legs wrapped around my body and anchored in the flesh at the backs of my thighs. And she urged me on, so I gave her what she wanted. But I kept my hand in hers the entire time.
I also kissed her until she was breathless and begging for breath.
“Hayes,” she breathed. “Please.”
I used our connected hands to plant into the bed beside her head, while taking the other one and reaching for her hip, drawing her up slightly so that I could reach a different angle.
And I knew the moment that I found it. Her body jerked on the next inward thrust.
“God!” she gasped. “What…”
I pulled back out and thrust inside seconds later, slamming into her, again and again.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, her body rocked one last time. Her pussy clamped down hard onto my length, squeezing it so completely that I saw stars.
It was a good thing that she was coming, because I could no longer hold on.
I had to come.
I did come.
Watching her face distort with pleasure was all that I needed to follow her over.
Seconds later, after we were both spent, and I lay down over the top of her, unable to get up off of her, she started to giggle.
“What?” I asked curiously.
“I’m just thinking that you make me happy,” she said. “Now… we can order pizza. I’m hungry.”
I leaned up onto an elbow, still holding her hand tightly in mine, and shook my head.
“I swear,” I panted. “I can usually go longer than this. But there’s something about you that plays havoc with my control.”
She smiled against my chest, and I couldn’t stop from smoothing her hair back from her face so I could see more of it.
God, she made me feel things I hadn’t felt since I was a young kid with no worries to my name.
I reluctantly let her go and disentangled my fingers from hers.
As I got up out of the bed, I stripped the condom from my cock and said, “I do have to admit, maybe these condoms are a good thing. Not wearing one would mean that I came in about a quarter of that time.”
She snickered, leaning up and reaching for my t-shirt that was on the ground.
I hooked it with my toe and kicked it toward her, hitting her in the face.
She leaned back and removed it with a laugh, then slipped it on.
I walked to the bathroom, threw the condom away, and came back to her bending over the bed fixing the comforter so that the bed didn’t have that ‘just fucked in’ vibe to it.
“I’ve never met another human being that made their bed,” she said.
Instead of replying, I watched as the shirt rode up, exposing her pussy for a handful of seconds before falling back down.
It made my dick hard all over again.
Chapter 14
My dog and I talk shit about you.
-T-shirt
Hayes
“What kind of pizza?” I croaked. “And I make my bed because it’s a habit. My mother used to come unglued when I didn’t.”
“Pepperoni is fine. Or cheese. Or hamburger. Pretty much as long as it doesn’t have veggies on it, I’m good.” She stood up straight and turned, her eyes assessing. “You don’t talk about your mother much.”
I grimaced as I reached for my pants where I hoped my phone still was.
I’d kind of forgotten all about it for about thirty minutes there.
I wasn’t sure if it was in the truck still, or if it was here. But I’d start with the easy and work my way to the hard.
“My mom is not my favorite person,” I admitted. “Her and my dad divorced when I was thirteen or so. I chose Dad, and she resented that. I honestly don’t even talk to her except for the random holiday.”
There wasn’t a phone in my jeans, but just as I was about to head out to the truck, she picked up her pile of clothes and found it on the ground underneath of them.
Bending down to pick it up, she moved closer until her body was pressed to mine.
“I’d like to meet your dad,” she said softly.
My lips twitched. “I’d like you to meet him, too.” I paused. “But he’s in Kentucky right now. Him and his FBI friend, Bruno, travel around solving cases as they can. They only call them in when a case can’t be solved.”
“Bruno?” she asked. “That’s a different name.”
“It is,” I agreed as I opened my phone and pulled up my pizza app so I could order. “Bruno’s actually the reason we came to Texas at all after my parents divorced.”
“It sounds like I would love to meet him,” she said softly.
I hooked her around the waist and pulled her into my lap as I sat down on the bed, moving so she could see my screen so she could help me order.
Eventually we finished up with two large pizzas and a dessert, as well as a bottle of Dr. Pepper.
“This is amazing.” She sighed as she leaned into me. “The idea of not having to go anywhere, I mean. I hate going and picking food up.”
I chuckled against her skin.
“You can stay in my t-shirt all night long,” I said. “Wear it to school tomorrow for all I care.”
She snorted and turned in my arms, straddling my lap.
My dick started to get ideas as to how it wanted to spend time, causing her to laugh when she felt it against her bare pussy.
I laughed and shrugged. “It likes you. What can I say?”
She grinned wickedly.
“What time is it? I need to get to bed.” she mumbled.
“About half past eight,” I said.
Her eyes went hot.
“Enough time, I think,” she murmured, pushing me back onto the bed in the next moment.
I went willingly, bouncing lightly on my back as I stared at her expecta
ntly.
My dick was a hard mast in front of us, standing straight up and more than ready to go.
Which she captured with those delicate fucking fingers all over again as she scooted even closer to it, my cock now parting her pussy lips obscenely.
It was the single hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Now, sit back and relax,” she ordered.
But there was no relaxing until fifteen minutes later when my cock was once again sated, and we were in the shower.
“Two birds with one stone,” she said. “I want to take a shower with you, and I need to wash my hair. Plus, it means I can stay here a little bit longer tonight instead of having to rush home to wash it.”
I massaged my shampoo into her hair, wondering what she used to make hers smell so good.
“I like the smell of this shampoo,” she said, mirroring my thoughts.
“It’s three-in-one Dove,” I said. “It takes half the time to wash my hair, and I can use it as body wash, too.”
She grinned up at me, pushing her hair away from her face. “Sounds like it saves you a whole two, maybe three minutes tops.”
I pinched her ass, causing her to laugh.
Sadly, the shower had to move fast after that.
I left her in there, with my razor, so she could shave her legs. And I was seriously not upset by the notion, either. It wasn’t often that I needed my razor anymore since I saw a barber to get my hair and beard trimmed. So the idea of her using my things as if they were hers gave me a sense of accomplishment.
After slipping on sweatpants—sans underwear—I headed to the living room and waited for both the pizza and Ares to arrive. While I waited for them both to arrive, I fed Trigger, refilled the water bowl, and scratched his head.
Queuing up a movie—a scary one that I’d seen was just introduced to Netflix—I went in search of plates, cups and napkins.
Just as Ares stepped out of the bathroom, I was answering the door to a pimply-faced teen that automatically looked over my shoulder at Ares.
“Umm.” The kid’s voice broke halfway through the word. “Hi, Ms. Downy.”
Ares’ face flushed as she moved to stand behind the couch so that her legs were completely covered.
There wasn’t really much to show, honestly, but the fact that she was standing there in my shirt didn’t go unnoticed by the kid.
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