by Leah Holt
“You can't blame him, it's not his fault. He doesn't know what he was doing.”
“I don't give a shit, he's going to know now.”
“No, come on, leave him alone. We're still not done, unless you don't think you can go anymore. . .” Pausing, Ella bit her lip and ran her hands up her chest to unsnap her bra and tug it off.
The sharp pain in my nuts felt like someone had just clawed my sack with a rake. But I wasn't going to just throw in the towel.
Oh no, I'm not jumping ship.
Suck it up, August, she wants more.
“I'm far from done.” Taking in a deep breath, I forced myself to forget the aching, burning skin between my legs and focus on the prize. Rolling over, I started to play with her tits as I stroked my cock. “We're just getting started.”
Ella moaned, playfully running her hands up and down her body, over her pussy and around her nipples. Licking the perked bead, I rolled it between my teeth as I watched her pluck her other tit.
“Yeah, there we go,” she said, moving her hand to my chest and slowly down to my cock. Taking my dick in her hand she started to stroke slowly.
Up and down, she palmed my length, pulling and gripping, squeezing the tip and cupping my balls gently.
“Easy,” I said, “They're tender.”
“I won't hurt you, I'll only heal you. Let's make this all better.” She worked and worked, moving fast and slow, doing everything she could to bring my cock back to life.
Come on, come on. . .
Nothing. It wasn't working. He laid there like a limp fucking asparagus, over steamed and far too soft.
What the hell is going on?
Don't do this, not right now!
Get over it, you're fine!
Taking her hand, I placed it on her cunt and started her off. I wanted to watch her touch herself, play with herself, get herself wet and ready. Ella dipped her finger through her folds and into her pussy, taking her juice and smearing it on the head of my dick.
Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I tried so hard to get him up. But all I could feel was my balls throbbing and stinging from the tiny fucking claws that had mauled me when I was vulnerable.
I tried to imagine what that little shit had seen. My ass as I pounded Ella's sweet pussy, my balls dangling between my legs like a damn speed bag, swinging back and forth. It was the yarn ball of all yarn balls.
Letting out an annoyed grunt, I jerked my dick harder. “I don't know what's going on, this normally doesn't happen.”
“It's alright, we can stop, it's not a big deal. He got injured, it's fine if you need to wait until you feel better.”
“No, we don't need to stop, I just need a minute.” Laying on my back, I kept stroking my cock, trying to get the blood pumping. The blood was only pumping further south, no diverting to other sectors that were in need at the moment.
And I was starting to get highly annoyed. Pulling and tugging, yanking and flaying, it probably looked like I was doing more damage than good.
“Here, let me try again,” she said, climbing onto her knees and taking my cock in her mouth.
Ella sucked and licked, coddling my dick like a lollipop. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled her face away and drove back down. She tried for at least ten minutes to get some type of reaction out of my dick, but he wasn't having it.
“I don't know what's going on.” Flipping the end of my dick up, it came flopping back down onto my thigh.
“Let me see your balls, maybe Mr. Pink really got you good.”
“No, no I'm fine, just don't stop. Keep sucking, eventually I'll get hard.”
“August, don't force it. If he's not having it, then we can wait.”
“I don't want to wait.” Grabbing my cock, I desperately tried to make him hard.
He was being a stubborn fucking prick—pun intended.
“August, let's just start over tomorrow night.” Ella wrapped her hand around mine, stopping any movement. “One more day won't make a difference.”
Grunting, I angrily shook my head and rolled onto my side away from her. I was pissed that my body had decided not to work, and that the new house guest had decided to attack my balls like a clump of a yarn.
That wasn't how I pictured the night going at all. I imagined I'd blow her mind, making her want to do nothing but fuck like horny teenagers.
Instead, I found myself going to bed frustrated with a pair of oranges between my thighs.
Sex on day one was a nightmare.
Chapter Sixteen
Ella
I woke up alone.
August was nowhere to be found, his pillow cold, his side of the covers folded over as if he had made the bed around me. I felt the weight of small feet as they trotted up the blanket. Mr. Pink popped his head up over a ridge in the blanket, letting out a cute little purr as he started to knead my hip and rub his face against my hand.
“You caused a lot of trouble last night. You know that?” Talking to the kitten, he stopped for a moment and tipped his head as if he was actually listening.
“Meow.” The weak little meow came out high pitched as he drove his face harder into my hand.
“You're hungry, huh?” More purring and meowing answered my question. “Alright, give me a second and I'll get you breakfast.”
I assumed August had gotten up early and went to work. He seemed like the type of guy who would use work as a means of stress release. Waking up alone wasn't a good sign. He was obviously still upset. I knew he was pissed that he couldn't perform the night before and that bothered me.
It wasn't his fault, but that didn't mean he wouldn't feel inadequate in the face of trying to please a woman. All I could hope was that he would see it for it was, a freak accident that didn't weigh on his ability to please me.
Climbing out of bed, I grabbed my robe and tied it. I had gone to sleep naked, not bothering to get dressed. A small part of me had hoped that August might feel better during the night and I'd wake up to him touching me, caressing me, maybe something a little hotter like eating me out.
The thought turned me on more than I could have ever imagined. It made me wet and excited and I couldn't stop thinking about it as I closed my eyes and fell asleep. But when I woke up to no sexy kisses, no hard cock, no man at all, my heart sank.
The marble flooring in the hall was ice cold, making my toes curl as I walked. Mr. Pink was close by my side as I made my way to the kitchen, chasing and swatting at the edge of my robe.
Rummaging through the pantry, I found a can of tuna. Taking two small saucers out of the top cupboard, I set them on the counter. Filling one with a little water, I filled the other with a few scoops of tuna and put them on the floor.
“That's it for now, I'll get you some real food later today.” Scratching his tiny head as he inhaled the tuna, I said, “And you better behave yourself, I don't want you to wear out your welcome just yet. We're both guests here, we need to follow his rules. That means no clawing his balls anymore.”
Watching the cat for a minute, I decided I should do something special for August, something to make up for the trouble Mr. Pink had caused. The poor guy had been maimed in such a horrible way, he deserved a little something for it.
Getting cleaned up, I showered, taking the time to blow dry my hair and put on a little makeup. Grabbing my purse, I put Mr. Pink in the bathroom and closed the door.
I still needed to go pick up some things for him, but I also didn't trust him alone in August's house. The last thing I needed was him tearing up the couch or one of August's expensive paintings or curtains.
The ball trick was more than enough to know Mr. Pink couldn't be trusted.
Calling Jerry, I met him in the parking garage. “Where to today?” he asked.
“I've got a few stops actually.” Pressing the buckle into the holder, I picked up my head to find Jerry holding another envelope. “Don't even try it, I'm not taking it.”
“Take it, Mr. Burke wants you to have it, he
says it's a gift not debt.”
“I don't care what he says, I don't want it.”
I wasn't going to take a thing from him until I was carrying his baby. That was what the job was technically; so why the hell would I take anything yet? I was already living in his home, that was enough for me.
“You know it would make him happy if you took it.”
“Don't care.” Adjusting in the seat, I laid my purse on my lap and kept my eyes out the window. “We can go whenever you're ready.”
Jerry let out a light sigh, and I heard the car click into drive before it started to move. “You're a tough one, Ella.”
“Oh yeah, does he normally bring home easy ones?” Looking at Jerry in his rear-view mirror, I arched a brow.
Chuckling dryly, Jerry shook his head. “I'm not getting roped into that one. Nice try though.”
Smirking, I turned my attention back to the window. “I need to go to a pet store, anyone, doesn't matter. I just need to get Mr. Pink a few things.”
“Mr. Pink?”
“You too? Why does the name raise questions? He's a cat, a pet, there are plenty of pets out there with weird names. And I don't think Mr. Pink is even that weird.”
“I didn't say anything,” he said, shaking his head.
“You didn't have to, it was how you said it. When are you men going to realize that it's what you don't say that women actually hear?”
Jerry laughed as he watched the traffic, waiting to turn. “You and my wife would get along really well.”
“You have a wife?” I asked, keeping my eyes on the passing buildings. “How is that possible? I assumed you signed your life away to be August's chauffeur.”
“Hardly,” he said, “I signed my life away to be your chauffeur.” I could hear the smile in his voice and feel his eyes on me. Twisting to look at him, Jerry had a big smile on his face. “I'm kidding, I work the day shift, there's another guy who works nights. The weekends we're on call, so only if he really needs us.”
“How nice of August to give his employees personal time.”
“Mr. Burke actually is a really great boss.” The car rolled to a stop and Jerry nodded his head. “First stop, Pet Central.”
After picking up cat food, a few toys, a litter box and litter, I had Jerry bring me to a small deli in Queens that Kay had shown me awhile back. They sold the best grinders in the world. Ordering two sandwiches, I made one more stop for coffee.
“Can you bring me to August's office?” I asked, after having everything I needed to hopefully bring a smile to his face. I didn't want August to spend all day stewing over last night.
“Absolutely.”
Lunch was always a good peace offering; well, lunch and coffee. Getting to the brewery, I walked inside and it had such a different feel than the first time I had been there.
People opened doors for me, the secretary didn't ask me if I had an appointment. Everyone I passed knew me by name, referring to me as Ms. Day as if we had spoken on several occasions and could consider each other acquaintances.
Diane had me sit in the seat by August's office door so he could finish a phone call. She kept looking at me and smiling and it made me uncomfortable. Not because she was smiling, but because her smile was unnaturally wide.
Have you seen that smile? All the teeth on the upper row are visible, the lips are pulled back so far they almost hit her ears, add in a some bright red lipstick and the Joker could be a close relative.
“You can go in now,” Diane said, her smile somehow even wider.
How is that possible?
Opening the door, I poked my head in. “Hey,” I said, sticking my arm in and swinging the bag of sandwiches. “You hungry?”
August was sitting behind his desk, resting back in the chair as he flipped his fingers for me to come inside. “Whatcha got there?”
“The best damn grinders this side of the Mississippi.” Trying to use a southern accent, I sounded more like an Australian cowgirl. “Okay, that doesn't work. I brought lunch.” Holding up the bag, I asked, “How's your day going?”
“Same as usual.”
Moving to his desk, I set the food down and passed him a coffee. “I wasn't sure how you take your coffee, so it's just made regular. You left early this morning, I didn't get to say goodbye.”
“Work was calling me.” Peeling back the plastic tab, he blew on the hot coffee and took a sip. “This is good, thanks.”
Nodding, I walked around his desk, picking up a glass paper weight. “How you feeling today?”
“Fine.” August looked down at his desk, stacking some papers and pushing them to the side.
“Are you sure?” I didn't believe him. The way he said it reminded me of how I used to answer my mother after my father left us. I pretended like I didn't give a shit, but inside it was raw.
“I said it's fine, so it's fine.” He was short, his eyes flicking up to look at me.
“I don't believe you.” Stopping at the edge of his desk, I crossed my arms. “I know what happened—”
“Look,” he barked, clenching his jaw. “When I say something is fine, it's fine. I'm a grown ass man, I don't need someone questioning me about what I fucking feel.”
Tilting my head, my lips thinned as my lids turned to slits. “I didn't come here to get yelled at by you because you're too insecure to realize that shit happens. You didn't do anything, it's not your fault.”
“But it doesn't make it easy. I should have fucked your brains out last night, I wanted to hear you scream and beg me for more. Instead, all I got was a pain in my nuts for two different reasons and no relief.”
“Maybe I can fix that.” Stepping behind his desk, I ran my finger up his arm. “Does your door have a lock?”
August looked up at me, his eyes curious. “It does.”
Moving my fingertips across the back of his neck, I trailed them over his arm as I rounded his desk and walked back towards the door. “I know,” I said as I stopped in the center of the room and turned to face him. “I locked it right after I came in.”
“You're a sneaky little minx, aren't you?” he asked, his lips forming a playful smile.
“I can be.” Unbuttoning my long jacket, I let it fall to the floor, pooling around my feet like a black puddle.
His eyes moved up and down my body, jaw dropping open as he realized I was naked under my jacket.
I had more up my sleeve than just lunch and coffee. I was going to make him see that we could have sex anytime, anyplace, it didn't matter. We didn't have to plan it and we never should. Some things still needed to happen naturally.
While last night started out hot, it ended horribly. Sex shouldn't be mapped out like a road trip. It should be spontaneous, it should be exciting, it should be natural. And he needed to accept that there would be times where it wouldn't be perfect, or one of us might not be in the mood, and that was alright.
August licked his lips, reclining back in his chair as he smirked. “Did you go to get lunch and coffee like that?”
“I did.”
His smile broadened as he lifted a hand and rolled his thumb across his fingertips. The way he looked at me sent shivers up my spine, causing goosebumps to speckle my skin and my nipples to harden.
Taking a step forward, August stopped me with one command. “Don't move.” His voice was low, raspy, making my stomach flip and my heart race.
Pushing back from his desk, he took long strides in my direction. I was frozen, his gaze holding me in place, making it so I couldn't move even if I wanted to.
Tipping my head, August gripped my chin between his thumb and index finger, turning it back down. “Stay like this and close your eyes.”
“Why?” I asked, shutting my eyes.
“Because.”
Intense fingers began to massage my scalp, scratching deep into the roots. August kept rubbing and digging, making me moan softly. It felt incredible. His hands moved to my neck, over my shoulders, then back up into my hair.
“O
h my God that feels amazing,” I said, my head rolling in his hands as he raked my scalp and tugged on my hair.
“That's the point.” Dragging his hands down my back, he kneaded my muscles and smoothed his thumbs over my spine.
The tiny hairs on my arms prickled as he softly kissed the skin right at the base of my neck. Trembling in his hands, August groaned, wrapping his arm around my waist and walking me forward.
I let him manipulate my body, pressing me down on the top of his desk as his hands kept touching and exploring my naked flesh. With my eyes closed, the only sound I could hear was the blood pumping between my ears as he slipped his hand between my thighs, teasing my pussy.
His hand was right there, but he didn't touch me just yet. Running his thumb up the crease between my thigh and pussy, my body ignited, exploding in wanton need. I could feel the arousal as it turned my skin silky and hot, my clit pulsing with soft beats.
I could smell his cologne as it swirled around my face, I could feel his cool breath as it swept across my hot skin. My senses were peaked, brought down to the bare need of creation, to breed, to fill my womb.
I had never felt a sensation so strong before. Naked, vulnerable, desiring something that was so natural, yet so personal. It was primal, an instinctual need that was built into my existence.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, palming my mound as he rocked his hips. His hard cock pressed against my ass, his lips became more firm and possessive.
“Yes.” The word came out weak, built on nothing but air as he nipped my neck and pinched my nipple. My brain was shutting down, unable to concentrate on anything that wasn't him.
“Good.” The sharp edges of his teeth raked my collarbone, causing me to shiver from head to toe. Twisting over my shoulder, I attempted to look at him, but he clenched my hair in his hands and pushed my cheek onto the cold wood of his desk. “Keep your eyes closed,” he demanded, giving my ass a light, but firm spank.
“Mm,” I moaned, surprised by how that subtle spank turned me on. I had never been spanked before, not once. It was euphoric. There was no real pain, it seemed to heighten the experience, making his kisses more fierce, his hands more intense, his touch more barbaric.