Dirty Men 03 - Rough Neck

by Dani Wyatt

  “Okay, palm up.” I make my voice soft as I take a seat across from her, resting on the small coffee table. My knees frame hers and she complies, setting her tiny hand face up on my left knee.

  Her finger is clearly not getting enough blood. It’s a soft blue right now, but I know this can’t happen quickly enough.

  “Is it going to hurt?” She whispers, her eyes glued to where I’m working the slick tiny strip of copper just under the gold band.

  “What did I say about hurting you?” I work quickly but the discomfort of my erection is distracting as fuck.

  “That you’d never hurt me.”

  “Damn right.” I swallow and concentrate on the point where I’ve got the snips positioned. “Spread your fingers.”

  She does as she’s told without question, and I wonder if I chose the words deliberately because very soon I will be saying the same thing about her legs, ordering her to spread them. I need in there. I need to taste her and touch her. Sink my fingers, tongue and dick into her slick softness and claim her as mine. Because that deep, primal part of me is awake, and it knows what this is. This is me finding my mate.

  The next second, the snip and click of the metal cutters does its job and I hear her release a sigh of relief and surprise. I’ve got two sets of pliers quickly on either side of the white gold band in a flash, spreading the metal, and as quickly as I can I slip the obscenely large diamond off her tiny doll-like finger.

  “Phew.” She looks up and smiles, that dimple on display, and her eyes light up. “That feels better now, doesn’t it?”

  “Does for me.” I admit, before asking the question that hangs in the air. “Will you tell me why this ring was on your finger in the first place?”

  She tugs her lips to the left and that dimple puckers, making my lust filled mind think of her two ripe ass cheeks and the tight hole that must be waiting there for me.

  “I barely know him. It’s...” Her voice trails off and she looks down where I’m rubbing her cool finger back to warm pink. “Like an arranged marriage, I guess?” Her eyes light back to mine, half squinted. “Almost like a business deal. Sounds so old-world, and I guess it is. Why they couldn’t just do a contract I’m not sure. It’s like Game of Thrones, Texas style.”

  “Well, you do understand you are not fucking engaged anymore?” I should say something better. More soothing, pretty words, but that’s not me. I’m a simple guy and no amount of effort is going to change that. My brusque manner is just who I am and from the twinkle in her eyes, there’s something about it she understands.

  I toss the ring into a dish on the coffee table, then turn back to see her smile again before leaning forward, throwing her arms around my neck and her lips meet my cheek.

  Control is lost. My arms go around her waist and I pull her closer to me, my mouth finding her neck as I lift her up, holding her against me. Then I turn and set us down on the sofa with her on my lap facing me.

  She sucks in a breath as she leans back, squirming a little on my lap and sending my dick into near spasms from the movement.

  When our eyes meet, we don’t speak. We hold that connection for what feels like forever in silence. Not uncomfortable, but speaking volumes about whatever this crazy connection is between us, two people that barely know each other, and yet know everything they need to know.

  Her knees soften and settle on the sides of my hips and the feel of her soft body as she sits on top of me has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. She’s my own personal doll and I’d do anything to protect her. To take care of her.

  “Thank you for saving me.” She opens her lips slightly and her tongue comes out for a quick second. I know she’s talking about picking her up out there in the storm, but I can’t help hoping that she means more.

  “I’m going to kiss you, Dahlia. Then, I’m going to get you out of those wet clothes, feed you something warm and tuck you into bed.” It’s closing in on one in the morning and I’m as awake as I’ve ever been, but making sure she gets her sleep is priority.

  A wash of disappointment crosses her face and it hurts me, but there’s no way I’m taking her tonight. As much as my mind and body are ready, my heart says it’s not quite time. I want this, this little girl to sleep here while I keep watch. I want to make her understand I don’t just want what her body can give me, I want her heart and her mind as well. Even more. The rest is the reward.

  “Then kiss me. I’m right here.”

  She taunts me with a playful wink and my hands dart up to grip around the back of her neck, holding her tight. The muscles in my shoulders quiver, holding back. I’m a brute. I have no delusions about the situation here. She is a princess and I’m the caveman come to take her from all things refined.

  Hunger courses through me and I have to concentrate on my inner promise to not take her tonight. My cock throbs under my jeans, cum is dripping out and the muscles in my core turn to steel.

  I pull her face to mine; our lips connect and I’m greedy. Not soft. Not playful. Sparks flash behind my eyelids as I close them and savor this moment.

  I’m taking the first taste of what’s mine and a near rage swirls around me as my tongue dives between her lips, exploring and letting the first flavor of her brand me. If there was any doubt this angel was meant to be mine a moment ago, it is gone.

  Her knees tighten on the sides of my body, her torso softens against me and her tongue whips around mine. I attack her mouth; my hands moving into her hair to tangle and pull as a soft whimper looses from her and into my mouth.

  She’s fierce, not shrinking from what I’m giving and she kisses me back with as much desire and force as she receives from me. Her hips open and she sways on top of me, grinding softly into the length that aches between us.

  On a gasp we pull back, her eyes on fire as I tighten my fingers into her hair letting her know who she is to me now.

  With a low rumble in my chest, I rock her back and forth on my lap by the grip I have on her. That anger bubbles up again and I have to know.

  “Did your fiancé touch you? Did you fucking kiss him like you just kissed me?”

  Her cheeks flush brighter and her lashes flutter at the demanding questions.

  She attempts to shake her head slightly, but I only hold her harder, wanting to control her movements. My mind flips as her beauty and youth once again cast doubt on how she could want a man like me. Old enough technically be her father and nothing to look at either.

  When her mouth opens and she seductively runs her tongue along her bottom lip, my heart thrills at the way this little girl wants to play with me.

  “Nope.” She answers on a smile. “In fact, this is the first tongue kiss I’ve ever had. And I liked it. A lot.” She giggles and bobs her eyebrows at me. “Did I do good? Am I a good kisser?”

  If I knew she belonged to me before, she’ll never be rid of me now. Knowing she’s so untouched, so pure, it has the beast inside of me roaring to life. I want to consume her into me in every way. To provide for her. To keep her from harm. Anything that would wipe the smile from those pink lips, I would crush under my heel.

  Words light in my mind I’d never considered before. “Babygirl.” Saying it out loud only throws flames on the heat inside me. “I thought I’d kissed before, but what you just did? That was my first real kiss. The only kiss I’ll ever have again. The only kiss you’ll ever have. You have no idea just how good you are.”

  A quick shimmy of her hips and I have to bite my cheek to keep from losing myself. Her eyes glaze over with need and the juxtaposition of her innocence mixed with rising lust is mesmerizing.

  “I like that. When you called me ‘Babygirl’... I got all fluttery inside. This is so weird though, isn’t it? What’s going on...and you know what else?”

  “What?” I half stutter as I bring her mouth down close to mine. I want to breathe in her words as she speaks.

  “It makes me want to call you something to.” Her warm exhale fills my nose as her vo
ice softens. “Actually, I felt it from the first moment I met you. Like the word of God or something... I felt like I wanted to call you ‘Daddy’.”

  A rush of possessiveness, unlike anything I’ve felt before, consumes me.

  Her fingers come up and flutter on the sides of my jaw, leaving the sweetest caresses there and leaving me humbled, fascinated by this beautiful creature that’s just fallen out of the sky into my life.

  She lets out a soft yelp as I tighten my hands into the roots of her hair, her lips brushing against mine as words I’ve never thought of before move out of me and into her. “That’s because I am. I am your Daddy.”

  S I X

  Dahlia

  MY INNER TODDLER IS stomping her feet as Davis knocks on the bedroom door.

  “Come in.” I snap. I've donned my nun’s habit, I will not sully you with any sight of my unholy flesh.”

  The door swings open and I note the way he’s looking at me, like a father trying to hold back on disciplining a brat. But I don’t care. I’ve never felt like this. When I was sitting on his lap, my God, the tingling feeling between my legs was freaking demanding. I wanted to keep moving, pushing myself down on what I know was his hard man length... but he stopped me.

  “Good girl.” He grunts and those tingles come to life again a hundred-fold.

  “You know, you can’t kiss a girl like that then just leave her hanging.” I fuss, trying anything I can think of to get him to cave.

  “I didn’t leave you hanging.” He grouses as he comes over and stands next to the side of the bed where I’m sitting cross-legged under the covers, wearing a freshly laundered red and brown plaid flannel. He gave me a white tank top undershirt and a pair of his boxers to put on as well, but... well, I just conveniently forgot. So all that is between us now is this shirt and his resolve. “I made you dinner, fed you, and now you’re going to sleep. You under the covers and me, right here, fully dressed on top of the covers.”

  I roll my eyes and fail to fight off the little yawn that comes out.

  He makes this snapping sound in his cheek with his tongue and my belly flutters as I look up at this enormous man.

  “Lay down.”

  I do as he says and he clicks off the light next to my side of the bed before making his way around and crawling onto the mattress next to me. The weight of his meaty arm presses down across my belly as he secures it there, tugging me close as his masculine scent awakens my inner hoe.

  “Good night, Babygirl.” He whispers in my ear with a soft kiss on my cheek.

  I grunt, wondering how I’ll ever be able to sleep with this knot of tension between my legs.

  I listen to his breathing as I lay still. It’s not slowing. I wonder if he’s having the same problem I am, so I take a deep breath and a big chance.

  “If you won’t touch me, I’m going to touch myself.”

  I feel him stiffen and his breathing stops, so I take no prisoners and toss off the covers, lifting and shoving his heavy arm back onto him. I kick at the comforter and sheet until I’m laying on top and unbutton the single button I’d secured on his shirt. There is a light cascading in from the open door and it’s enough that I know he can see whatever I’m doing.

  “Stop it.” His tense voice only urges me on.

  “Stop what? This?” I toy as I tiptoe two fingers down the opening of the shirt. I don’t spread it wide, I’m feeling my oats but there’s still a thread of reservation and shyness skirting the edges of my new found inner vixen.

  I hear the rumble, down low in his chest as I flatten my palm down below my belly button and slide it lower until the tips of my fingers just brush where my labia slit starts.

  “Yes. Fuck. Stop it.”

  “You gonna make me?”

  His breathing comes faster next to me and the arm that was tossed across my body now comes up, his hand curling around the base of my throat. If he thought that was going to stop me, boy, it won’t. The feel of his rough fingers ever so slightly clenching around my neck sends a gush of arousal out of me and the slickness coats where my thighs are still pressed together.

  “Dahlia.” He says my name like it hurts him, but he shifts his hips until the fly on his jeans is pressed into my hip. “Please.”

  “Please?” I raise my knees and open them, turning my head to look into his face which looks like he’s about to combust or kill someone.

  “I can’t watch you...” He closes his eyes as I dip my fingers low and into my folds.

  My head pushes back into the pillow but I keep my eyes on him as a low breath shakes from my throat.

  “You started it with that kiss. You can’t blame me, Daddy. If you won’t touch me...”

  “Fuck.” The word is so full of raw desire it sends more dripping lubrication from my body.

  The erection I first felt sitting on his lap is now solidly digging into my hip as the hand at my throat pulses, tightening then loosening.

  I drop my fingers lower, feeling the slick softness of my body as I run them up and down, listening to our breathing fall into sync and our eyes latch on. I never imagined doing this in front of someone before, but with Davis... for whatever reason I lose all inhibitions. Nothing feels shameful or embarrassing. I’m so free in this moment it’s hard to believe this is still me.

  I drop my knees wider, my one leg resting against Davis’s thigh as he adjusts himself up on the elbow of his other arm, looking down at me.

  “Not like that.” He glances down to where my fingers are gliding up and down inside my outer lips. “Take them out. Then take two fingers, and I want you to lightly run them up and down outside on those pouty cunt lips. And keep your fucking eyes on me the whole time. Don’t you dare look away. You do exactly as I say, you hear me?”

  My back arches at his words and my mouth goes dry. I do as he says, immediately and so softly and slowly, begging to traverse my damp fingers upward on my pussy lips.

  “Slower.” He commands and I acquiesce. “There, good girl.”

  The way he keeps his eyes pinned on me only heightens this need, this near-crazy desire that covers me from head to toe. I take in all of him, softly lit from the hall; the slightly crooked arch of his nose and the scruff of his beard offsetting an absolutely crystal intensity in his wild green eyes.

  I hear him swallow as my mouth opens slightly and my breaths become uneven.

  “I want to put them inside me.” I whisper, the building tension in me almost unbearable.

  Where his body touches mine, heat radiates outward. He’s not rubbing himself onto me, but I’m so acutely aware of his stiff arousal that his control is pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

  “No.” His voice thickens and a devilish smile pulls at his lips. The slightest glint of perfectly-imperfect white teeth peek out from behind his full lips. “Do as I tell you until I tell you otherwise.”

  My belly quivers at the calm dominance of each word. My inner thighs follow suit and soon I’m vibrating all over.

  “God.” The word catches in my throat as I squirm and the muscles in my back tighten, making my belly arch upward and my hips press down into the soft mattress.

  “Now, take two fingers and circle right around that clit. Don’t you dare touch it, just move around it. You understand me?” His gruff tone deepens and a quick squeeze from the hand at my throatreminds me of his ownership.

  I nod, unable to form words as I do as he says, my fingers moving in a circle around my hard nub, driving me nearly mad.

  “Please, I need more. This is making me crazy.” I beg, but my words only raise an eyebrow and he licks his teeth.

  “Don’t you dare. I’ll tell you when. You want to come, don’t you, Babygirl?”

  I nod vigorously, biting into my bottom lip, pleading with my eyes but only drawing more intensity than before, crystallizing his focus.

  “Well, not yet. I won’t allow it. You know I’m thinking right now of all the dirty things I want to do with you. When the time is right, I’m going to f
ill up that sweet wet cunt with my own fingers. I’ll shove them into you over and over until you fill my hand with your cum. You’ll make the most beautiful noises on that first orgasm. Then, I’ll bury my face between your legs. I’ll taste you from that cute little asshole of yours right up to that clit that’s begging to be touched right now. Then I’ll lap at your opening until you give me your second orgasm and I swallow every drop. And I’ll probably tongue fuck you more, because I can tell already from the scent of you, that once I get a taste, I’ll never want to leave.”

  “When?” I moan out, never before understanding what true need could be, not until now. I need him. I need him to let me come, and I would do anything to have him touch me right now. But I know he won’t and that’s making it all so much more exquisite.

  “When I say. Now, two fingers, I want them down and inside you. Get some of that juice and then bring those fingers up here. Put them in my mouth. Then and only then will I maybe let you come.”

  He drops his hand from my neck as I dip my fingers down and find the sopping wetness at my opening. I plunge them in and out until they’re sticky with my desire, then bring them up and watch his face as I timidly touch his lips.

  He’s voracious, sucking my fingers into his mouth and running his tongue around and between the fingertips as his other hand drops and I hear the zipper on his jeans. The knowledge of what he’s doing forces a soft moan from my throat as his hips jerk and I feel his knuckles connect with the soft flesh of my hip and begin to move up and down.

  When I take my fingers from the warmth of his mouth, I’m so close to my orgasm I may not even need to touch myself. Feeling the slight movement of the bed and the way his hand is working his cock next to me is more erotic than I could imagine.

  “Get your hand back in that cunt. Work your clit and get a finger inside you. We’re going to come together.”

  I sink my fingers into my opening as fast as I can, our eyes on each other and our movements fall into a rhythm. His face is tightening and I can tell he’s close. My palm presses down on my clit as I shove two fingers into my gushing cunt.