Sugar Lips

by Aria Cole

  “What’s that, you candy kinkster?”

  He chuckled softly before his hands pushed the hem of his shirt up my thighs. “A taste of you.”

  I turned into his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck and sucking in the scent of him first thing in the morning. Toothpaste, coffee, cologne, intoxicating. “I want to taste you…”

  His eyebrows rose in surprise before his grin turned up devilishly. “This is all about you, Reese. Your pleasure. I get off just seeing you come under my hands.” He placed a kiss on my lips.

  “But I can’t stop thinking about your…” He arched one playful eyebrow. “…cock in my mouth.”

  As soon as I said the word, his hands were on my face. He was fucking me with his tongue, then trailing a path up my neck to land at my ear. “Is that so, Ms. Hamilton?” I nodded in reply, eyes big and peering up at him from my spot on his lap. “Well, Sugar Lips, pick your poison.”

  I tilted my head, unsure what he was referring to. He arched an eyebrow, sliding a bowl of candy across the counter toward me. My eyes shot open, heartbeat whipping up to a fever pitch thinking of all the things I could do with him.

  “Close your eyes. I want it to be a surprise,” I breathed. His eyelashes fluttered closed before I slid off his lap, sucking on my bottom lip as I snatched the first thing that came to mind. A packet of Pop Rocks in my hand, I slid down to my knees between his thighs.

  I opened them quietly, then set them at my side before I worked the waistband of his pants down his hips just enough to free his cock.

  And by free his cock, I meant free the monster.

  Nolan was huge. How had I not noticed he was packing that behind his suit pants? Nolan Redford was walking around with a Titanic-sized cock hanging between his thighs. I took my time, fingertips stroking up the ridge, teasing him. He twitched and shuddered, chest kicking up in breathless pants as his hips began to rock slowly, seeking out the warmth of my hand.

  A grin turned my lips when I snuck the package of Pop Rocks in one hand, pouring a few onto my tongue before moving between his knees and flicking the tip of my tongue along the thick head of his penis. The rocks blasted like a hundred little fireworks on my tongue, popping against his dick and making him launch off the barstool he was perched on. His hands gripped my hair tightly, eyes wide and an incredulous smile filling his face.

  “Jesus, I did not expect that out of you, Sugar.”

  I didn’t have a chance to respond; I was already tipping back another mouthful of rocks. In the next instant, I was swallowing his girth in my mouth, feeling his cock pressing at the back of my throat as a million firestorms of feeling erupted around his dick. His hips were rocking, his teeth clamped down on his bottom lip as one hand clutched at my hair, the other holding him steady on the seat of his stool.

  “Fuck, Reese. Fuck me!” He gritted through a clenched jaw before long, hot jets of come flooded my throat. I swallowed swiftly, drinking the essence of him down before licking up his heavy cock and sucking sweetly on the tip. I placed one last kiss there before he was hauling me off the floor and up the length of his body.

  “Christ, I love everything about you,” he breathed against my lips before smashing our mouths together in a take-no-prisoners kiss.

  I loved everything about him too.

  I loved him so much an anxious ache was starting to settle in my stomach.

  Soon this weekend would be over, and then what? We went back to our real lives, pretending this never happened?

  I didn’t think I could do that.

  Walking away from Nolan Redford would crush me.

  FIVE

  Nolan

  By late Saturday night, I felt like I knew her, really knew her. We’d spent the day in pajamas, ordered in food. Twice. Watched shitty television, danced to eighties pop music—her request, not mine—and were now settled in with dessert on my private rooftop terrace. A fire was blazing in the stone fireplace, and we had set up a tray of ingredients for s’mores.

  “You’ve got one helluva sweet tooth, Redford,” she teased, sliding a melted marshmallow off a roasting fork and onto her graham cracker.

  “I’m finding out there’s one thing I love more.” I knelt between her knees on the lounge chair, clasping her ankles and yanking her closer to me. My arms smoothed up her torso, sliding the oversized shirt she’d been wearing all day over her shoulders and discarding it at my feet.

  “I haven’t had nearly enough of you today.” I kissed the inside of her thigh, tongue sliding against the glistening seam of her puffy pink pussy lips. “Too gorgeous for me to pass up a taste.”

  I licked once, then twice, one hand holding her hips to my face, the other clamped over my cock, trying to relieve the pressure she created. This woman undid me from the inside out. Just when I thought I had enough, looking at her made me want to fuck and claim and come all over again.

  A hot morsel of chocolate plopped into her cute little belly button then, and in one swift flick, I licked it out, the flavor of her and sugar on my tongue so much sweeter than anything I’d ever tasted. Before she could protest, I pulled the dripping s’more from her hand, dragging my finger through the side oozing chocolate and writing the word “MINE” in block letters across her heavy tits. I licked at her pert little nipples, giving them a quick twist just to hear her shriek of pleasure, before I moved to her gorgeous, glistening cunt.

  I pulled apart the chocolate confection, using the rest of the chocolate to write “PROPERTY OF REDFORD,” with an arrow pointing down to her pussy.

  “I didn’t know what to expect when I invited you here, Reese.” I dragged a fingertip across her tits, smearing the chocolate, “Don’t think I expected anything. But now that you’re here, I don’t want to let you go,” I rasped, sliding my chocolate-covered finger into her mouth. She sucked off the goo, swirling her tongue around my finger and turning me on even fucking more. “I never thought I’d get the chance at a complete family. I never met the kind of woman who made me want to give her my last name, share my life with hers. That’s why I adopted Melody. I knew I could help her. I wanted to love and nurture a little soul, and it was the best decision of my life.”

  I traced my tongue across Reese’s breasts, eating the chocolate off her tits and savoring every sweet second.

  I didn’t know what the hell I was saying; all I could convey was feeling.

  I slipped my hand between our bodies, pushing down the waistband of my pants and freeing my cock. Sliding the tip against her seam, I teased gently, her soaked cunt already drenching my dick with just one drag.

  “I want more kids, Reese. I’m shit at seeing the future, but I know I want more kids.” I sucked her little nipple into my mouth, imagining someday what it would look like with my baby in her belly and milk filling her pretty tits. “I want more kids, and I want you.”

  Her hands stroking along my back paused, eyes raising to meet mine.

  “So what if I say I won’t fuck you until you promise you won’t leave. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever?”

  Her eyes widened, lips parting as a soft gasp escaped her throat.

  Long moments passed between us, our bodies pressed together in all the places it mattered, naked and nearly fucking, so close to falling over the cliff into something fucking amazing.

  A sexy grin finally turned one side of her lips before she replied, “I would say fuck me, Nolan.”

  Like someone had set off an explosion in my balls, her words catapulted my lust to another level, my vision narrowing to just her. My touch, only hers. My senses consumed by her.

  “Exactly what I needed to hear, Sugar Lips.” Our lips connected just as my cock pushed past her entrance, sliding into her hot body for the first time. “Are you on birth control?”

  She shook her head quickly.

  “Good,” I grunted, hands digging into her curvy hips, cock nudging just into her entrance before I slipped my tongue past her lips and kissed her soft and slow. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
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br />   “I want to feel you. Please, please, Nolan,” she begged, fueling me, before my hips began a determined rhythm, my cock digging a little deeper every pass until she was tight and clenching hard around me. “This is my first time.”

  “Reese!” I shattered inside. “Hell, Reese, why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Don't stop. Please don't stop.” Her hands pressed at my back, fingers digging in. “Harder.”

  “Fuck, beautiful girl, why do you do this to me? I’m helpless when it comes to you,” I grunted, thrusting a little deeper, more careful this time to allow her body to adjust to mine. “I could have made this easier for you if I would have known.”

  “I didn't want it easy,” she said against my ear. “I wanted you.”

  I nearly came at her words right in that instant.

  How she always said the perfect thing I’d never know.

  “Say the words, and I’ll pull out, Sugar Lips. But you need to know,” I muttered raggedly, “I’m gonna put a baby inside you soon.”

  “Oh God, Nolan, don’t pull out. I want all of you. Every bit of you inside me.” Her hands pushed into my hair, our lips crashing together as my cock stiffened painfully and my balls drew up before releasing a hot spray of seed into her womb. I came harder than ever, virile growls erupting past my lips as the orgasm lasted longer than I could have dreamed, emptying a lifetime’s worth of pent-up emotion inside of her.

  With my hips still arching and moving against hers, I ground against her little clit, my pelvis hitting it at just the right angle to cause her muscles to spasm and tremble, her eyes to shutter closed, and soft moans to fall from her lips.

  “Oh God, Nolan…” she breathed, her chest heaving, cheeks flushed the loveliest shade of pink.

  “Mmm, I’ve lived long enough to know when someone special comes along.” I kissed her ear, down her neck, across her collarbone. “And you’re it, Reese Hamilton. Move in with me and Melody starting now, and I’ll take care of you every day of forever.”

  She peered back at me with eyes round and wide, smears of chocolate across her body and mine, and reckless grins on both of our faces. “Yes, yes, yes, Nolan Redford.”

  She launched into my arms, and with sweet chocolatey kisses, I knew I’d finally landed the girl of my dreams.

  EPILOGUE

  Reese

  “Pretty cool outfit, Dad.” Melody nodded in approval a week later. Nolan stood, adjusting the bow tie on his Jack Skellington costume. It hadn’t taken me long to learn that Halloween was Nolan’s favorite holiday, and he and Melody always made a point of going all out for the occasion. He’d managed to find me the perfect rag doll Sally costume, and we were an adorable pair together. A little like broken misfits, but it worked.

  “Sure you don’t want to go trick-or-treating one last year?” Nolan wrapped his daughter in a one-armed hug. She giggled, pushing him away before adjusting the hair of her Wonder Woman wig. She’d grown into an amazing girl, so smart and mature. We’d spent many of the evenings this week curled up on the couch or in her bedroom talking. It was like we were best friends who’d spent no time apart at all, and I already knew the relationship we had would bloom into something special.

  By Wednesday, Melody was teasing her dad, asking him when he was going to pop the question. She was sweet, lighthearted, had an incredible sense of humor, and I couldn't wait to watch her grow and blossom into a beautiful young woman.

  “I promised Angela I’d go to the Halloween party at school with her.” Melody grabbed a sucker off the counter and popped it into her mouth.

  Nolan nodded, taking my hand in his. “Well, if you’ll give us a minute, there's something I’d like you to be here for.”

  Melody arched an eyebrow, taking in both of our hands before a flick of a grin lit her lips.

  “What’ve you got planned?” I cocked my head at Nolan.

  “Just a quick minute on the roof.” His eyes twinkled at Melody before the three of us made our way up the stairs.

  “I’m happy for you guys. You’re so cute,” Melody said ahead of us before pushing the doors open. The bright orange sunset coursed down the stairs and lit all of us up.

  Nolan’s hand tightened around mine as we stepped up onto the roof, and I found the surprise of my life waiting, with our few friends and family, including both of my parents, all gathered on the roof. Each of them wore costumes, and they were all sitting in elegant black chairs, angled to look at us.

  “I’ve waited a long time for this—Melody and I both have,” Nolan turned, glancing at his daughter, who passed him a small box. “And we both agree—” he dropped to one knee “—we want you in our lives. Share our name, Reese. Move in here, and we’ll have more babies and fill our home with so much love, Melody will never want to leave for college.”

  Melody rolled her eyes at my side.

  I covered my mouth, shock radiating through my body.

  “Marry me in front of all of our friends, dressed up like the cutest couple on the planet.”

  “Oh, this is getting way too sappy for me,” Melody groaned and walked around us to sit with her grandparents.

  “Marry me, Reese Hamilton. Make me the happiest man on earth.” His shimmering eyes held mine, and I knew down to the tips of my toes there was no other thing I could say.

  “Yes!” I launched myself into his arms, and he stood, twirling me around as everyone clapped.

  A moment later, the sweet chords of the wedding march started.

  My eyes watered as I looked at Nolan. “Are we really doing this?”

  A gorgeous grin split his face. “You bet we are, Sugar Lips. Not another person in the world I’d rather spend all my days—and nights—with.”

  Our fingers woven together, we walked down the aisle side by side.

  I nearly collapsed into my father’s arms when I watched him wipe a tear from his spot in the front row.

  I didn’t know what Nolan had said to him to get him here, to get him to be okay with this wedding, but I couldn’t believe this was my life. I was marrying the best man I knew, the man of my dreams, my father’s best friend. The urge to pinch myself was strong.

  “I love you so much, Reese,” Nolan said when we reached the end of the aisle.

  “I love you more, Nolan.” I grinned up at him.

  His hands went to my face, pressing a kiss to my lips before the officiant had even started speaking. The man cleared his throat once before the music came to a stop, and Nolan pulled his lips from mine.

  “I can’t wait to lick whipped cream off every inch of your body tonight,” Nolan whispered against my ear, teeth dragging down the lobe and sending shivers through me.

  “Such a sweet, kinky husband you’re going to be.” I giggled, hand on his cheek.

  “Anything for you, Sugar Lips.”

  SECOND EPILOGUE

  Nolan - next Halloween

  “Seeing you in that dragon queen outfit makes my dick so fucking hard.” I goosed my wife’s ass underneath the layers of thin silk she wore draped across her delicious curves. She shooed my hand away from her ass, clasping it with hers instead as we walked down the street. We made quite a pair, I had no doubt about that. We’d already had a few curious people stop and ask for pictures.

  “Shh, you could be a gentleman on our first date since Heath was born.” Reese winked at me and pursed her glittery pink lips.

  “There’s no part of tonight where I plan to be gentlemanly.” I was already adjusting my cock with every step we took toward the haunted house.

  “You realize you forced me to marry you on Halloween? From now until the end of time, I’ll be celebrating my anniversary on Halloween.”

  This woman kept me hard as a rock with her dry sense of humor. “If I’d only known I was getting a smartass out of the deal.”

  She narrowed her sapphire eyes at me. “You named our son after a candy bar, Redford. Hindsight is 20/20.”

  I scooped my sassy, sexy wife in my arms, hoisting her over my shoulder
and carrying her the rest of the way screaming and shrieking to the House of Terror. Reese hadn’t wanted to leave Heath so soon after giving birth—he wasn’t even eight weeks old—so I’d planned an outing a little closer to home.

  “You’re stuck with me, Mrs. Redford.” I smacked her softly on the ass just as we stepped up the stairs and into the brownstone decorated as a haunted house. I shoved a fifty into the teenager’s hand, and he passed me back two tickets, cracking a wry grin when I passed, wife over my shoulders.

  I shot him a mean glare to make sure he didn’t check out my wife’s ass on the way in.

  New father or not, I’d shove that pimply fucker’s balls down his windpipe.

  “Stop being a caveman, Redford.” Reese swatted at my ass. It didn’t make a bit of difference; I had three fake wolf furs draped over my shoulders and tied at my waist.

  “Just call me Jon Snow, Sugar Lips.” I loosened my grip, sliding her down my hard body, fake sword sliding between her thighs and pressing between us.

  “You’d better watch your sword, Mr. Snow.” She pursed her plump lips in a perfect pout that made my dick pound. What the hell would it say about me if I bailed on our first post-baby date to fuck my wife?

  “Keep talking, Mama, find out what happens.” I thrust my hips a little harder against her, pushing us both down a dark hallway set up with a few neon lights and nothing else. “There’s no telling what might pop out in these hallways.”

  Her soft giggle was like music to my ears. I spun her in my arms so she faced forward. I guided her gently down the hallway, my hands pushing through the layers of soft silk to get to my wife. She sighed when my fingertips made contact with her hot slit.

  “No panties, Sugar? Are you trying to kill me?” I nipped at her ear as we turned another tight corner that led up a steep stairwell.

  “Just wanted to make things interesting.”

  “Oh, I’m interested.” I slipped the rough pad of my thumb against her soft, soaked core. A shuddered breath escaped her lips just as a skeleton slipped out of a hidden annex and screamed. Reese shrieked, flying against me before erupting into a fit of giggles.