My eyes closed as I played out her fantasy in my head.
The scrape of her panties, sliding along my dick as she took me.
“Yeah,” I croaked. “How about you slide those panties over and put me inside?”
She smiled. “I will…but first…”
She moved, dropping down between my thighs.
She shimmied my underwear down my legs, pushing them all the way off until they hung on one toe before returning back up.
I widened my legs for her, allowing her the space she needed.
The moment her mouth hit my cock, my entire body twitched.
The underwear dropped.
And I had to physically force myself not to come undone before she’d even gotten me inside of her mouth.
She’d never done this before. Never taken me into her mouth.
It was probably due to my size. I wasn’t a small man, and my cock was proportional to my body.
It intimidated most women, and Naomi was a tiny thing.
That didn’t stop her from licking my shaft like a goddamn lollipop though.
Nor rolling my balls around in her hand as she tried to take my entire length into the hot, wet heat of her mouth.
“Fuck me.”
That’s when she giggled on my cock, sending shivers of impending doom down the backs of my thighs.
“I’m going to come if you don’t stop. I’ll literally die, right here and now, and you’ll be left hanging,” I informed her huskily.
Her laugh this time was full and throaty, one she had to pull off of my shaft to do.
“Swear to Christ,” I told her, catching hold of her hair as she went back down for more. “I want to be inside of you. I want to fuck you so hard it hurts. Get up here and give me what I need.”
She ignored me, instead going back down to take one more slow lick up my shaft before scrambling up my body before settling herself on top of my thighs.
“Hurry,” I grunted.
She pushed her panties to the side, giving me my first good look at her pussy since earlier in the morning, and reached backwards for my cock.
The next few seconds were a test of my self-control as she fumbled to get herself situated. She couldn’t seem to multitask. When she held her panties to the side, she would raise up, aim my cock for her entrance, and then sit down.
But the first touch of my cock at her entrance had her forgetting what she was doing. Her hand holding her panties to the side twitched, causing her to come to a halt as she tried to gather her panties to the side once again.
She did this three times before I finally took the task into my own hands.
“Hold your panties,” I ordered tersely, holding onto my control by a barest fraction of a thread.
She followed my order, pulling them to the side at the same time as I spread her pussy lips.
The new view allowed me to see my cock notched into her entrance.
I held my breath as she started to sink down, her pretty pussy engulfing my cock one slick inch at a time.
When she could go no further, she’d rise back up, then slowly sink back down, taking more with each plunge and retreat.
It was on the seventh stroke that she finally took me fully inside of her.
The moment I was all the way in, she moaned.
“What does it look like?” she breathed, her gasps filling the air around us.
“Like a fucking painting that I’d like to look at each and every day of my life,” I grated out. “If you’d let me take a picture and put it as my wallpaper, I’d love you forever.”
Her mouth twitched.
“You’d love me forever regardless of whether I did that or not,” she countered.
She was right.
I would.
“That’s right. I would,” I told her. “But that doesn’t mean a man can’t dream.”
Her thighs quivered as she lifted up and let her weight fall back down, as did my balls.
My hands came up to hold on to her sides, just underneath her armpits, my thumb spanning the expanse of ribs that curled around just underneath both breasts.
Her pussy clenched when I swept both thumbs up to lazily sweep across those sensitive buds, and I grunted as I tried to hold my release back. “Ah, fuck.”
She grinned, pulled both feet up so they were resting flat right next to my ribs, and said, “Put your hand on my ass and lift me up. I won’t be able to do it long if you don’t help me.”
I did, trying not to stare at her breasts, otherwise I’d come, and fast.
Instead, I settled my eyes on her face, keeping my gaze locked with hers.
The new position forced her to hold on to my arms instead of the seam of her panties, causing them to roughly glide and scrape against my cock with each rise and fall.
My biceps bulged as I lifted her on and off of me. My abdominals clenched as I fought the inevitable climax that bubbled just underneath the surface. Then there was Naomi herself.
Everything about her was so goddamn sexy it hurt. Her eyes. Her hair flying all around her as she moved on me. The way her eyes smoldered as she ran them over me. The flash of her teeth as they sunk into her bottom lip as she came down on my cock.
My eyes dropped when I felt her hand where we were joined, and I watched as she gathered some of the wetness that was accumulating at the base where we were connected.
The moment her fingers were fully coated in that wetness, she brought those same fingers up to circle around the delicate skin of her clit.
My hands clenched deeply into her ass, likely leaving imprints of my fingers behind. If she made me hold off any longer, those marks would turn to bruises.
The tips of both my pointer fingers fell into the crack of her ass, the tips brushing over that little puckered entrance.
When that accidental brush happened, she detonated.
One second she was lingering, trying to draw out the orgasm that we were both chasing, and the next she was coming so hard that I saw stars.
No longer able to hold on, I let go and came fast and almost violently inside of her.
And it took just seconds for me to realize that the condom I’d asked her to fetch was still on my chest between us. Yet, neither one of us had paused long enough in our activities to put it on.
I couldn’t stop myself though. Even knowing that I was possibly putting both of us at risk of becoming parents at this point was enough to cause my cock to harden impossibly further.
Her breathing was ragged, and mine didn’t sound much better.
Being in really great shape didn’t automatically mean that you wouldn’t lose your breath when your brain was solely focused on the feeling of the pussy that was sucking every drop of cum out of the tip of your dick.
I wasn’t a liar, and I wasn’t one to beat around the bush.
“You take my breath away,” I whispered fiercely to her. “You make me want to be a better man. A man who you can always count on to never let you falter.”
Her head came up, and I realized who it was I was dealing with in a matter of seconds.
My other half. The complement to my soul.
“The same goes for you,” she murmured fiercely. “It physically hurts to think about being away from you, and it scares the crap out of me that one day you might not be here for me anymore.”
I rolled us over, my elbows resting in the bed on either side of her head, as my cock slid out from her to rest wetly against the seam of her sex.
“I won’t ever be far,” I promised her. “And even if I am, all you have to do is call. I’ll come back to you the moment I hear you need me. I love you. I’ve loved you for a while, and I’ve been so scared to tell you.”
Her eyes watered.
The moment she came down from her high, I waited for it to start.
And she didn’t disappoint.
The instant everything came back, she was crying again.
And th
ere wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
***
“Come,” I ordered, standing up and rummaging through my drawers.
I couldn’t watch her sit on that couch and cry for another minute longer.
“Why?” she sniffled. “I don’t want to get up.”
I found some socks, slipped them onto my large feet, and then slipped said large feet into my tennis shoes that I wear to work out in.
Once I got my feet into my shoes, I nabbed another pair of socks and walked over to Naomi. I reached for her leg and pulled the socks into place.
They fit her loosely, going all the way up to just below her knee.
“Don’t ask me why,” I said. “Get up. Go pee. Get your shoes on. In that order.”
She shot me a glare.
“There’s nothing you can do at this point to make the hurt go away,” she informed me as she rose. “I’ll be better if you just leave me be.”
I grabbed her shoes and held them up for her.
She still didn’t move.
“If you make me start counting like I do with kids, you’re not going to like what I do to you.”
She snorted as she reached for her shoes, surprising me when she actually put them on and stood up with expectation lighting her eyes.
“Where to, Seanshine?”
I frowned at her. Hard.
“Why do you insist on calling me that?” I asked casually, not letting on that I absolutely hated that name.
Why my father, friends, and colleagues insisted on calling me that, was beyond me. Even when they knew how much I hated it.
“Your friend, Memphis, calls you that.”
My brows rose.
“When did you have a chance to talk to Memphis?” I asked in surprise.
Her lips tipped up at the corners. “When she called and I answered your phone while you were in the shower earlier. I now have lots and lots of ammo to use against you the next time we fight.”
My frown was likely ferocious.
“Whatever she told you, you can’t believe,” I informed her. “Trust me. She’s the devil.”
I picked up the two gloves in the corner and turned to her, holding them up in my hands.
“That’ll never fit me,” she informed me.
I shrugged.
“It’ll be all right,” I promised. “I’ll even let you use mine, which is smaller.”
And that’s how I hit my girlfriend with a baseball, giving her a black eye. Luckily, I wasn’t throwing the ball like I would have in a real game or it could have been a lot worse.
The smile she gave me, though…that was worth every second of guilt that the bruise on that beautiful face gave me.
Chapter 19
You look like the type of woman who has to buy her own Klondike bars.
-E-card
Sean
“The fucking dog hates me, too,” I grumbled. “I walk into my own goddamned trailer, and she growls at me.”
My dad had the fucking nerve to laugh.
“That’s sad,” he lied. “I think she’s kind of cute.”
In an ugly kind of way, I suppose you could say that.
“Did you at least get the beer?”
I glared at my father and tossed him the thirty-six pack.
He grunted as he caught it, and I tried really hard not to laugh.
“Where’s Naomi?”
“Inside talking to the ladies,” I answered.
Ghost came up behind me, and I froze at the look on his face.
“You okay?”
A few weeks ago, when he’d asked me to go with him to do something, never in a thousand years would I have thought that I’d see what I saw. I had no earthly idea that he would ask me to do what he did. To make me witness something so fucking heartbreaking that I couldn’t stop thinking about it, even now.
Right that second, seeing that look on his face, the raw, naked fear, I straightened, remembering that night like it was as clear as day.
“Ghost.”
“I’m going to tell you something, and I want you to promise me that it’ll never, ever get out. If you tell anyone, even that woman of yours, it could be the death of them.”
***
Four weeks ago
“I’m going to tell you something, and I want you to promise me that it’ll never, ever get out. If you tell, even that woman of yours, it could be the death of them.”
“Are you sure you want to go?” I asked raggedly.
Ghost stared at the crying little girl, the one with tears pouring down her cheeks as she stared at her mother like she’d just betrayed her. The one with the two French braids that started at the top of her head and fell to almost mid-back…hair the same color as the man who was standing next to me. Her eyes were the same color, too. Deep green, almost the color of an olive, with whiskey colored striations that broke that green up beautifully.
“I hate you!” the little girl screamed.
The woman, she was beautiful. She had long brown hair that fell in waves to nearly her waist, and the most soulful brown eyes that looked like they’d literally been poured from melted chocolate.
“Sweetheart,” the woman whispered. “Please.”
“It’s not okay. It’ll never be okay. He’s not my father. I’m not ever going to call him daddy. I only ever had one, and he’s gone. You don’t get to decide that for me!”
My heart shattered into a million pieces, especially when I saw the murderous rage that was filling Ghost’s frame.
“He didn’t ask you to call him daddy…”
“Let’s go.”
I followed Ghost, but not far.
He went to the house next door just a mere house length away from the two ladies that were loving a ghost, and knocked on the door.
The man who we’d seen leaving the house where the little girl and her mother lived only five minutes before opened the door and stared at Ghost. “Who’re you?”
“You’re going to move.”
The man’s eyebrows rose. He was tall, a little less than six feet, with brown hair the color of muddy water, and blue eyes that looked way too light to be real. His teeth were so fucking white and straight that it was obvious that they were fake, and to top it all off, his voice was too high. He sounded like a woman.
“Yeah?”
His smile was slick, oily. And I wanted to beat it off him, and I didn’t even know what the fuck was going on.
“Yeah,” Ghost confirmed. “I don’t care where you go, or what you do, but you’re no longer going to live here.”
“How do you know that?” the man crossed his arms over his chest.
Ghost pulled out some papers from his pocket.
“You’re being evicted.”
Ghost handed the papers to the man, and the man took them.
“You can’t kick me out. You’re not my landlord.”
Ghost’s smile was scary.
“Yes, I am,” he interjected. “And you have exactly twenty-four hours, per the contract, to move your shit and get out before I seize all assets left in the house and burn them.”
The man’s smile looked a little brittle.
“There’s a house across the street,” the man said. “I’ll just move in there.”
Ghost’s smile got even scarier.
“I own every goddamn house on this block, and trust me, you won’t be renting any of them.”
The man stiffened.
“You have no right.”
Ghost took a step forward, pressed his face forward until only inches separated him from the man, and said something so softly that I could barely hear it. “You did the wrong thing tonight. I’ll let you figure out what it was.”
Then we were leaving, walking back down the street to where we’d left the bikes.
“Ghost, what the hell is going on?”
***
Ghost looked sick.
“I ne
ed to ride somewhere and I need all of you to go with me.”
Aaron, Truth, Tommy Tom, Jessie, Fender, my father and I all stared.
“Whatever you need, man. And we’re there,” Tommy Tom was the one who spoke.
“We’ll stay back with the ladies. You go ahead and do what you need to do,” Fender pointed to Jessie.
Jessie who looked so distracted that I almost said no, that someone else needed to stay.
His eyes were all for Ellen, and I wondered if I was going to have to give them permission or something to get him to take his foot out of his ass and make a move.
The urgency in Ghost’s tone had us all moving toward the house where the ladies were gabbing, all of us peeling off toward our respective women as we explained what was going on.
“Sean,” Naomi sat forward, her hand holding a glass of wine. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s something wrong with Ghost, and I’m riding with him. I want you to stay in the clubhouse tonight with the other ladies. We’re going to be gone for at least twelve hours,” I informed her. “I’d appreciate it if you called in to work for the both of us.”
Because if we were going where I guessed we were going, then it’d be at least twelve hours. Six there, and six back. And there was no telling what we were about to walk into.
“That’s fine,” she said. “We just got the new sheets for your room.”
We did.
Naomi had stayed there only once when she declared that she wouldn’t stay there again until there were new sheets, new pillows, curtains covering the windows and toilet paper in the bathroom that didn’t look like it came from the Super Supply Store that only carried industrial strength.
“You wouldn’t know what it feels like to wipe your vagina with something so rough, but trust me. It sucks.”
Grinning at the memory, I nodded my head. “Yeah, we did.”
“I’ll be okay. I don’t plan on walking in front of the windows naked, so I’ll be fine for tonight. Is there anything you need us to do?”
I shook my head.
“No,” I amended. “Not yet, at least.”
With that I placed one single kiss on the tip of her nose—anything more would make my cock hard, and that would suck to ride with for six hours straight—with the rest of the club at my back.
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