Pierce Me: Satisfied by the Bad Boy

by Simone Sowood

  I continue talking, but all I’m thinking about is how Knox wasn’t lying when he said he knows what he’s doing. As satisfied as I am right now, I want more.

  Knox

  I’m sitting in my bedroom, my hard cock in my hand. I needed this while Avery’s taste is still in my mouth, while her scent still fills my nostrils.

  While the sound of her radio voice moaning and screaming because of me is still fresh in my ears.

  This wasn’t part of the plan. Our arrangement was supposed to mean an end to me stroking myself while thinking about her. My cock should be buried in her right now.

  I didn’t want to abandon Piper for a booty call next door. Somehow that doesn’t seem like good parenting. But I couldn’t help myself this morning. I gave myself five minutes to run next door, because I used up all my self control last night.

  It won’t happen again.

  But with Piper home today, and tomorrow and Sunday to get through, I don’t know how I’m going to make it until Monday. There’s something about that woman I can’t resist.

  This has moved beyond wanting to hear her voice calling out for me. Even beyond the need to see those full lips on me.

  Maybe it’s the way she reached in my pants and grabbed my cock last night. She’s bold as fuck, and I wonder what else she’d surprise me with.

  I close my eyes and remember the feeling of her delicate hand on my shaft, stroking me. My back muscles shudder and relax as I spill my load in my hand.

  After I clean myself up, I head back downstairs. With Piper being home yesterday, I didn’t get as much work done as I need to. It looks like it’ll be the same again today.

  My business partner Marcus is already hassling me with text messages. He wants to get started on the body work for the Corvette, there’s damage in the back and another gouge in the passenger door.

  I poke my head in the living room, and ask, “Everything okay in here?”

  “Can you refill my hot water bottle?” Piper asks.

  “Sure,” I say and walk into the room and take it from her.

  After refilling it with hot water in the kitchen, I take it to Piper.

  “Thanks, Dad,” she says as I hand it to her.

  “No problem. Anything else?”

  “Is Avery coming today?”

  A smile springs onto my face, and I think to myself, ‘she already has.’ Out loud, I say “I don’t know.”

  “I hope she does. It’s so awesome having her here, don’t you think? It was so much fun having dinner with her. Can she have dinner here more often?”

  “We’ll see,” I say, knowing it’s a bad idea.

  If Avery is going to keep having this effect on me, it’s best she doesn’t spend much time here. She’s too tempting, and I have to keep my daughter and my new fuck toy separate.

  “She’s so awesome, and she’s always telling me how much she likes you. Did you know that? She thinks you’re really cool and loves hanging around with you.”

  “I’ve got to get some work done, I’ll be in the garage if you need me.”

  On autopilot, I walk through the house and into the garage. Did Avery really tell her those things? Not fucking likely. Avery made it clear she’s not my biggest fan. Though Piper’s right. Avery was great with her yesterday. And it was nice having her around in the evening, if only because she made Piper watch something other than Law & Order. Plus I got to listen to her laugh.

  Having Avery here was easy, almost too easy. She’s lucky she tastes so fucking good, or I’d end this arrangement right now.

  I work fast, to get this Corvette ready for Marcus. Every once in awhile, I stop to savor Avery’s taste. Occasionally there’s movement in her bedroom window, and I let my mind run with the idea of barging into her bedroom the way I barged into her living room.

  My stomach rumbles, it’s getting near lunch. But there’s only one thing I want to eat.

  “Wow, you must be Knox,” a woman says.

  I stop what I’m doing and look up. A scrawny redhead with the biggest, curliest hair I’ve ever seen is standing two feet away, her hands on her hips, her eyes unashamed as they rake over me.

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  “I’m Darla, darling.”

  “Okay, Darla, who the fuck are you?”

  “Avery didn’t tell you I was coming to meet you? I’m hurt. When she told me she had a hottie living next door, I had to come see for myself.”

  What the fuck?

  “She did, did she?” I say, pissed.

  “Yes, and I’ve heard all about your fuck-buddy status. I hope you’ve gotten yourself tested so she can enjoy you bare.”

  What the fuck? I don’t say anything, but my mind springs to the idea of being bare inside Avery. It’s been so long since I haven’t used a condom. Fatherhood long. After becoming a father, when a woman told me she’s on the pill, I never fucking believed her. The last thing Piper needed was a sibling, it’s hard enough for me raising one, I couldn’t have a repeat.

  Darla steps towards me, and squeezes my bicep. I glare at her with a stone face as I step away. Is this chick for real?

  She walks over to the Corvette and runs her finger along the curve of the roof. “Nice car.”

  “Uh huh,” I grunt. Why is she here?

  “Avery’s got an IUD. You know, the IUD?” she says and turns to make eye contact with me, “Just saying. Get tested.”

  What. The. Fuck. Did Avery put her up to this?

  “Don’t you have to see Avery or something?”

  “Oh don’t worry, I’m seeing Avery all right. She’s going to fill me in on all the little details,” Darla shifts her eyes to my crotch. “Or the big ones. I’ll find out, won’t I?”

  I turn my back on her and stick my head under the hood.

  “Nice fucking ass. Avery hit the jackpot with you.”

  I clear my throat, she needs to get the fuck out of here.

  “I can picture you pumping away with it,” Darla says, and spanks me.

  Bile fills me and my nostrils flare. This chick needs to leave. Now. And never touch me or talk to me again. I keep my head under the hood and ignore her.

  “Darla! I thought I heard you out my window,” Avery says.

  Leaving the sanctity of my engine, I stand to my full height. Avery’s jogging down my driveway. My eyes are drawn by her tits bouncing, and I wish I had a longer driveway.

  “Hey, babe,” Darla squeals, and they hug.

  “What’re you doing here? My driveway’s on the other side,” Avery says.

  “I came to introduce myself to this fine specimen of a man you’re hooking up with.”

  My dick twitches at the idea of hooking up with Avery. Right now it feels like it’s never going to happen.

  “Silly, you’re supposed to let me introduce you,” Avery says.

  “No way, you’d take too long and never get around to it. Plus I had to tell him to get tested, because you probably wouldn’t even think of that.”

  Avery blushes and she looks over at me, her eyes wide.

  “What else did you tell him?”

  “Not much, I just got here. I haven’t had the chance yet to tell him you like a man who takes charge, and that your last boyfriend was too lame to deliver on the goods.” Darla turns to me and says, “You can do whatever you want to this one, if you know what I mean.”

  My lips curl into a smile. The idea of fucking Avery just keeps getting better and better. Monday is going to be a fun day, if I can last that long.

  Avery

  Once again, I want the earth to open and swallow me whole. Why does this happen around Knox?

  Though anything with Darla involved is going to lead to all sorts of things. Why does she do these things to me?

  My cheeks hurt from burning with embarrassment. I can’t even look at Knox.

  “Come on,” I say, taking Darla’s hand and dragging her down the driveway.

  “Toodles,” she says to Knox, over her shoulder.

>   “Stop bugging him.”

  “You weren’t kidding when you said he was a dick.”

  “Yeah, so don’t make it even worse for me. But he’s not actually a dick when you get to know him. He’s just hard to get to know.”

  Why am I defending him? Just because he gave me a mind-blowing visit this morning.

  I open my door, and we step into my house.

  “Here we are, my very own house. Want a tour?” I ask.

  “Not really. I want to talk about Knox.”

  My shoulders drop. When Darla gets something in her teeth, she won’t let go until she shakes it to death.

  “We wanted to spend time together today, but his daughter’s home.”

  “And by spend time together, you mean fuck?”

  “Yes,” I say, sighing.

  “No problem. I’ll just go over there and tell the kid you two are going on a date.”

  “No! I fucking mean it, Darla. She must never, ever even suspect anything is going on between us. That’s his number one rule. If the kid finds out, the deal is off. And I really fucking don’t want the deal to be off so I’m telling you now, if you say something it will not be funny or cute. It will end this. Before it’s really even started.”

  “What do you mean before it’s started? You mean you haven’t done it yet?”

  I shake my head.

  “What’s the hold up?”

  “The girl, Piper. She’s been off school. So you have to promise me, you can’t say anything to her. Or you’ll ruin everything and turn me back into a nun,” I say, my voice pleading.

  “Shit. Okay, I get it. I promise I won’t do anything to fuck it up.”

  “And neither of them know about the vlogging, they can’t find out.”

  “Of course, I get it.” Darla hugs me, and I struggle not to break down in her arms. I don’t know why. It must be the craziness of the last two days. As much as I’ve missed her famous hugs, but all I can think of is what it was like being in Knox’s arms.

  “Thanks.”

  “You must be desperate to get him in bed. We’ll figure something out.”

  I breathe deep, my mind flowing back to the couch this morning. I don’t know if that made me more or less desperate for more.

  Darla follows me through to the kitchen, where my laptop is open on the table. She makes her living vlogging too, and we always have lots of information and learning to share. We each have over two million subscribers now, but our goal is ten.

  “Did they take the troll comments down?” she asks.

  “Not yet. They said they’re investigating.”

  “Let me see them again,” Darla says, and drags my laptop across the table. I open my YouTube page and click on one of the videos.

  Hung like a Donkey: U talk bullshit

  Ox Man: She talks like an angel

  Hung like a Donkey: now u talk bullshit

  Ox Man: Fuck you, you pimply virgin

  Darla and I look at each other, our brows furrowed. The other comments weren’t there yesterday.

  “What the fuck. Who is Ox Man?” I ask.

  I click into another video.

  Hung like a Donkey: Ur already stupid but U need to be spanked

  Ox Man: I’ll fucking hunt you down and beat your sorry ass into oblivion if you keep harassing her

  Hung like a Donkey: Ooo, listen to the big man, how u going to do that?

  Ox Man: I have my ways, cocksucker, want to test me?

  “This is fucking weird,” I say, staring at the screen.

  “Are there more?”

  “Let’s see,” I say and click into another video.

  Hung like a Donkey: Go get some so u know what you’re saying

  Ox Man: The only thing you know is the palm of your hand.

  Hung like a Donkey: Fuck u

  Ox Man: Touchy. Keep on dreaming about fucking someone one day

  Hung like a Donkey: Fuck u

  Ox Man: Fuck off out of here and leave Avery alone

  Melissa Chick: Yeah, what Ox Man said. Move along, little man

  This is weird. I don’t know if it’s good or bad. At least I have fans who’ll defend me.

  “Are you Ox Man?” I ask.

  “Fuck that shit. I’d be Vixen or Black Widow or something. Is it you?”

  “No. No, no, no. I don’t do that kind of stuff.”

  “The internet is weird,” Darla says, and shuts the lid. “But forget about it, it’ll all get taken down soon anyway.”

  “I know.”

  “Right now we have bigger issues, like getting that hottie out there in your bed. Let me babysit the kid tonight, I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.”

  “She’s not my daughter, it isn’t up to me,” I say, laughing.

  “Do you think we can convince Knox?”

  “I don’t know, he’s pretty protective of her.”

  “We’ll just have to convince him. It shouldn’t be too hard, go put on a tighter top.”

  “Wait. We might have an easier chance if you can win Piper over first. Then she’ll beg her dad to let you babysit.”

  “Fine by me.”

  “Wait. We’re going to need a reason he’s going out, and I can’t babysit.”

  “Fuck this shit, this is like being in middle school.”

  Before I can react to her outburst, Darla stands and storms out of my house. My heart races as I stand and chase her.

  She hustles straight into Knox’s garage.

  “Hey,” she barks at Knox, drawing his attention.

  His face falls, and his lips tighten as he glares at her. Maybe this is a bad idea. Darla keeps going until she’s standing next to him, and I race up beside her, placing myself between them. Close enough that Knox’s manly scent engulfs me.

  He looks at us like we’re unwelcome door-to-door salesmen.

  “We were thinking,” I start, “that Darla can babysit Piper.”

  “What for?” he says.

  “So you two can fuck, obviously,” Darla says.

  Knox’s eyes bore into Darla like lasers. I glare at her, willing her to shut up. I position my body between Knox and Darla, drawing his attention to me.

  “Tonight. Darla can babysit, and you can come over.”

  My cheeks flush. Darla is the forward one, not me. This is out of character, and I’m not all that comfortable with it, but I have needs in the form of a burning desire between my legs.

  Knox looks at the ceiling of the garage, either deliberating or figuring out how to tell us to get lost. I’ve got nothing to lose now.

  I hold his arm, go up on my toes, lower my voice and say, “I’ll wear the blue blouse.”

  His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows my words.

  Knox leans, and growls “Didn’t I satisfy you enough this morning?”

  Still on my toes and holding his arm, I lean my other hand on his chest and say, “Maybe. Maybe I didn’t get the chance to scratch your itch.” I bring my lips closer to him, “And I’d really like to scratch your itch.”

  Dropping off my toes, I can’t believe I just said that. Or did that. Or want him so bad.

  Darla asks with a smile, “What happened before I got here this morning?”

  Shit, I forgot she was here.

  Knox

  At eight on the dot, the doorbell rings. Piper bounces to the door, the way she’s been bouncing around all afternoon. I should’ve sent her to school, instead of agreeing to this arrangement.

  I’m a couple feet away from the front door, when Piper flings it open to reveal Darla standing there.

  “Hey Darla, where’s Avery?” Piper says, peering her head out the door.

  “You know what, she’s really sick in bed.”

  “Again?”

  “Yeah, I think it’s food poisoning or something. But don’t worry, we’re still going to have lots of fun, just like we talked about this afternoon,” Darla says.

  As part of the agreement after the discussion in the garage, Avery and Darl
a spent the afternoon hanging out with Piper, so Piper would feel comfortable with Darla.

  “Well, I have to get going, have fun you two,” I say.

  “You smell nice, dad. Is that the cologne I gave you for your birthday?” Piper asks as I pass her to get to the door.

  “Yep,” I say, not stopping. It’s been sitting on the bathroom shelf since she gave it to me, ignored. When I stepped out the shower tonight, I saw it and put a bit on. Along with a fresh pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that might be considered a size too small.

  “You never wear it. I’m glad you finally are. It’s really nice…” she says as I walk out the door. I pull the door shut behind me, while she’s still talking.

  Darla had better get her away from the door and windows, so she can’t see where I’m going. I’m still not convinced this is a good idea with her home. I wait at the corner of my house for a minute, to give Darla time. I wanted to wait two minutes, but can’t. Not when I’m this fucking close.

  I ring Avery’s doorbell, and the door opens as if she’s been standing on the other side waiting.

  Before Piper can see, I rush inside and Avery shuts the door.

  We stand in her little foyer without speaking, eying each other. My eyes rake over her, my breathing heavy. As promised, she’s wearing the blue blouse. Instead of pants, she’s got on a short, black skirt that’s tight. Very tight, it clings to the curves of her hips, and I fight the urge to spin her around to get a good look of her ass in it.

  When I finish surveying her, our eyes lock and I step closer to her. She smells as amazing as she looks, clean and sweet like orange blossoms. I pull her into my arms and fight the urge to nail her against the wall right here by her front door. I have to remember I get to take my time tonight.

  Holding her tight and meshing my fingers through her hair, I put my lips to her ear and say, “Talk to me. I want to hear your voice.”

  “You look good,” she says, her voice pure sultriness, though I detect a slight quiver.

  “I’m glad you wore the blouse.”

  “And the thong,” she says.

  “Good, I can’t wait to tear it off you.”

  Avery swallows, and I can’t wait any longer. Gripping her head, I crush my lips against hers. Her soft, full lips on mine springs my cock to life. We explore each other’s mouths with need.