Wrapping his arms around me, Garrett holds me to his chest, he hands smoothing circles across my back. “Ellie… I’m not going to push you. I should have…” He exhales, pulling me closer. “I’m sorry, Ellie. If you’d like to close your eyes, that would work just as well. And if not? That’s okay, too. It’s your choice, Ellie—always your choice.”
My heart beats against my chest, threatening to break free. How can anyone be this… Nice? Caring? Lovable? Drawing in a shaky breath, I pull away, a small smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. “Okay. How do you want to do this?”
“Are you sure, Ellie? I don’t want to—”
“Garrett,” I raise an eyebrow at him.
He searches my eyes, then nods. “Okay. But if anything doesn’t—”
“I’ll tell you if I feel uncomfortable.” Smiling, I squeeze his hand, blood rushing to my face.
“Okay… so… what I think we’ll do is you’ll close your eyes, then I’ll start the recording, and you tell me what you taste. Sound okay?”
I nod my head, a mixture of excitement and fear keeping me silent.
“Close your eyes, Ellie.”
I take one last look at Garrett, before closing my eyes. Tiny spots of light float around in the darkness as I hear the bag crinkle and the sound of plastic meeting wood as three bottles are placed on the coffee table.
“I’m going to start recording. Try not to mention either of our names. If you happen to, it’s okay. I’ll just edit them out.” His voice sounds gravelly and strong. Like someone who would take what he wants from your body and leave you a mess, trembling under his touch. I bite my lip, my body tingling with desire. This is not a porno, Ellie. Be cool.
The sound of plastic crinkling tears me away from my thoughts of dominance and sex. His hand touches mine, caressing it before flipping it over. His body presses against me, as his lips brush my ear.
“This is the first one.”
My breath hitches at the feel of his lips kissing my ear and my heart beats faster with the seductive game we’re playing. Something cold is squirted onto my fingers and I can’t help but swirl it around with my thumb, the goo heating as I circle it around. “Is this a warming oil?”
Garrett bites my earlobe and I moan in response. “You’re correct. Taste it, Ellie. Tell me what you think.”
I think I need your cock. My pussy clenches at the thought. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I tentatively lick them. The sweet juice of peach bursts over my tongue and I groan. “Oh my God… It tastes like peaches. Like… I’ve just taken a bite, and the juice is flowing into my mouth. It’s so fucking real. How is that even possible?”
“That’s how I feel when you cum on my tongue. You’re so sweet, almost as sweet as the peach oil, but so much more intoxicating.” He whispers into my ear, his fingers trailing over the top of my tit, pinching my nipple.
A soft moan escapes from me as my body tingles and clenches at his touch.
After he wipes my hand clean, I feel the coolness of glass pressing against my lips, water lapping at the seam. I take a small sip, swishing it around my mouth before swallowing the last remnants of the peach oil. Screw using that just for sex. I’m going to mix it with my iced tea.
I hear the crinkle of another plastic seal ripping, before Garrett takes my hand, squirting a few drops of goo onto my fingertips. It’s thicker. And heavier. Using my thumb, I swirl it around, trying to figure out the texture. Where do I know this? Dark and seductive notes tingle my nose, and I gasp. “Is this chocolate?”
Garrett breathes out a laugh. “It may be. Why don’t you try it?”
Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I eagerly put them in. The combination of cocoa and citrus coats my tongue, melting into my mouth. “Mmm. It’s dark chocolate and… orange?”
His breath tickles my ear as he leans in. “Yes. It is… Ellie, you look so fucking hot right now.” He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close as he trails kisses across my neck and jaw. “Keeping going.”
The heat in his voice sends waves of desire through me. I suck on my fingers, hard, removing the remaining chocolate from them.
“Just like that, baby.” Groaning into my ear, he pulls me closer again, his hard cock digging into my side. Sweet baby Jesus.
“On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate this one?”
I shiver at the quiet huskiness of his voice. “Ten. I’d rate this a ten for sure.”
Reaching out, I rub Garrett’s cock through his jeans, loving the thickness of it. Covering my hand with his own, he pushes it harder against him, groaning into my ear.
“Fuck. Ellie. Last one.” Ripping the plastic from the last bottle, he pops open the cap. “Open up.”
I open my mouth, waiting for the next tasting. Liquid sprays softly into my mouth and over my throat. Coughing, I swallow the liquid, the delicious fruity and cold flavors sliding down my throat, coating it, warming it slightly. “I can taste watermelon… and mint? I think? What is this?”
Sliding my hand from the top of his cock to his balls, his chuckle vibrates against my ear. “It’s deep throat spray.”
“It’s what? Deep throat spray? How does that work?”
Garrett laughs into my ear, removing his hand from mine to cup my tit, squeezing it gently. “It can be hard for some to suck a man’s cock. Especially if he’s big. This spray will help with that. It numbs the throat, making it easier for you to take all of a man’s cock without choking… or gagging.”
“How long does it last?”
“It varies with each person. But roughly ten minutes, I believe.”
More than enough time, then. Moving, I open my eyes and face Garrett, his gaze blazing with heat. Licking my lips, I move my hands to the waist of his jeans, undoing the button and sliding down the zipper.
Holy shit, he went commando. As I pull his jeans down, his cock springs free. My eyes never move away from it as if it’s lured me into its web, and I can’t break free.
I’ve never thought a cock could look good. Until now. Just seeing it up close… My mouth waters at the sight. Thick and long, it juts out, smooth and silky.
Leaning forward, I swirl my tongue around his knob, licking away the droplet of pre-cum, the sweet, and musky taste mixing with the watermelon and mint spray. “You taste so good.”
He groans, sliding his hand into my hair pulling me closer. His fingers dig into my scalp. The pinch of pain and the intoxicating pleasure sends thrills through me.
Sucking my way down his cock, I take every inch of it easily, my lips stretching around the base. Working my way back up, my tongue massages the underside. His hand grips my hair tighter as he groans. Sucking his head, I release it gently, staring at his wet length.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit. That spray works! Like, it actually works. It didn’t hurt taking you down my throat… at all. It made deep throating you so much easier.”
“Good—I’m glad. Now, please keep going.” He holds his stiff cock upright, stroking it softly as he watches me, his eyes squinted with imploring passion.
Heat rises through my face as I flush. “Would… you like to try something.”
“Anything, sweetheart.”
“I want your mouth on me… while I suck you.”
His eyebrows rise in shock, his mouth dropping open. God, I shouldn’t have asked. Embarrassment has me shaking my head. “Forget it. It was stupid.”
“Come here. And take off your clothes.” His eyes blaze with fire, thrilling me.
Stripping off, the night air caresses my skin, the coolness pebbling my nipples. As I draw closer, he reaches out, picking me up and setting me onto his lap with my back to his chest.
He shuffles on the couch until he is lying down, with me straddling him. “Move back, baby. Give me your pussy.”
God that’s hot. And so dirty. I face his feet, positioning my knees on either side of his chest. Heat rises through me as I am left completely exposed to him.
“Lower yourself onto my face,”
he whispers.
My pussy clenches as I lower myself down. He guides me gently with his hands on either side of my ass. I lean forward, supporting myself on my hands and feel his tongue glide over my clit. Oh God. Grabbing his cock, I lean down further and take all of him in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down as his tongue works its magic on my pussy. My embarrassment fades, replaced by a fiery pleasure as he elicits moans of ecstasy from me.
Holy shit. If I had known how good this would feel, I would have tried this sooner. Groaning, I move my mouth faster over his cock. My fingers dig into his thighs as my arms quiver from the pressure. I grind my pussy on his tongue. Oh, God. I can’t. It’s too much.
Sucking harder on his cock, I groan, my pleasure spilling from me as my orgasm tears through my pussy and I shudder over his face.
He pulls away and I feel his hot breath run over me. “Baby, I’m going to cum. Where do you want it?”
On shaky legs, I spin around, kneeling on the ground, quickly stroking his cock as he sits, resting back on the couch. He groans loudly as his cum shoots out in long white rivets, covering my tits.
Chuckling, his chest heaves as he sits up, resting his forehead against mine. “That was….”
“Yeah…”
Kissing my forehead, he brushes the strands of hair away from my face, his thumb stroking my cheek.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s shower and head to bed. We have a big day tomorrow, and I need my beauty rest. And no kinky stuff while I sleep,” he winks, and I cough at his accusation.
Pulling me off my aching knees and scooping me into his arms, he carries me into my bedroom, clutching me tightly against his chest.
Maybe it’s the afterglow or from having the best orgasm of my life, but he gets more attractive every day. He’s not as much of a stubborn and indifferent ass as I thought.
Is that even possible or is that my sex-brain talking?
Probably my sex brain.
12
Garrett
“Maybe I should leave.” Dozens of eyes turn to me, watching as I walk across the backyard. Ellie laughs and pulls me along with her.
A plump woman with curly red hair is meticulously arranging the buffet of food. The backyard looks like something from a Hallmark movie; fairy lights are strung across a long table covered with plates and decorations, the furniture is painted bright, bold colors, and the air is filled with smoky and sweet smells that make my mouth water. Soft sounds of the radio drift from speakers hidden among the bushes. So, this is what a real family gathering looks like.
The woman looks up and beams. “Ellie!”
Rushing over, Ellie launches herself into the woman’s chest as if they haven’t seen each other in years. “Hey, Betty! Everything looks so good! You’re going to have to roll me back to the car,” she says as they pull apart. Ellie looks over the table, her eyes alight with excitement and hunger.
“I think the food will only be one part of today’s excitement, don’t you think?” Betty raises her eyebrow, nodding her head in my direction.
Whipping her head toward me, Ellie blushes, having apparently forgotten that I was there. Wounded ego: one, Garrett: zero. She leaps toward me.
“I’m so sorry. Garrett, this is Betty. Betty, this is Garrett. My, uh, friend?” Her eyes flick to me, her brows drawing together as she mouths ‘Sorry’. Wounded ego: two, Garrett: zero. But I can’t blame her. We haven’t really talked about what we are, what we could be.
Betty approaches me, her height barely meeting my shoulders. “Hello, Garrett. Welcome to our home. It’s not every day that Ellie brings a… handsome man over.”
Ellie’s frown turns to Betty, whose tinkling laugh causes a pink blush to form on Ellie’s face. I sniff a short laugh and smile at the older woman.
“Thanks for having me. I know it was short notice.”
“Well, now. Proper manners, devilishly handsome, and he came here willingly to meet the pack of wolves? I’m impressed.” Betty winks at Ellie who is turning a brighter shade of pink by the second.
“I also made a Greek pasta salad for lunch,” I say, signaling with my chin to the large containers I’m carrying. “I wasn’t sure what to bring or what you were cooking, so I thought this would work with just about anything. I hope that’s okay?”
Betty’s eyebrows raise. “And he can cook? Ellie-bear, get on that. No man like him will stay on the market for long. Tie him down if you have to,” she wiggles her eyebrows at the young woman beside me.
I can’t help the snicker that comes from my mouth as I turn to look at Ellie. I didn’t know that a face could get that red. “Do you need a glass of water, Ellie? You’re looking a tad flushed.”
“Oh, shut it,” Ellie shoves me with her hip. Pulling the cheesecake container and the bowl of pasta from my arms, she stomps up the patio stairs and into the house, giving me the finger as I continue to snicker.
“Don’t mind her, love. She’s just embarrassed.” Patting my chest, Betty turns back to the table, speaking to me with her back turned as she rearranges the plates and cutlery, “And don’t think I didn’t notice that she called you a friend, bucko.” Her tone shifts, catching me off guard. I shuffle on the spot.
“Er… yes? Ellie and I are—”
“Now, you listen, and you listen well,” Betty spins around and is in my face within seconds. If it weren’t for the chill in her gaze, I’d be marveling at the speed an old woman such as herself is capable of.
“That girl in there has suffered more than any child should ever have to,” she says, quietly. “If you hurt her, so help me God, I will hunt you down, tear you limb from limb, and feed your body to a wood chipper.” She steps back slightly, but keeps her voice intimidatingly low so I have to strain to listen. “No one will ever find you. And no one will ever suspect me, an old woman, could do that to someone who looks like you. I know seven ways to hide a body and I’d use every single one of them for that girl. You hear me?”
Small ripples of fear tingle their way down my spine at the steely way she straightens her back. My eyes flick back the way Ellie and I came. If I run, I can get to the gate in 5 seconds. From there, I—
“I don’t know whether I should stop you from watching those crime shows, or if I should kiss you senseless, sweetheart.”
The fire in Betty’s glare vanishes, and she relaxes, turning to who had spoken. “You’ll do nothing of the sort, thank you very much! You get your sports time, and I get my crime shows. That’s been the deal for the past twenty years. No reneging. No take backs. And no refunds.” With her hands on her hips, she stares down—or rather up—at the burly man coming to stand beside her.
“Fine. But at least let me help you if he fucks up.”
“Deal.”
Two sets of eyes turn to me, pinning me in place. “Paul,” the older man proffers his hand, and I take it for a swift, but firm shake.
“You must be Garrett Warner; aged thirty-two,” he says, and I nod, though frown slightly as his mention of my age. But he continues: “Left for the marines at twenty-one, honorably discharged at twenty-four. Received your bachelor’s in business management and marketing at twenty-seven.” My eyes widen. “Co-founded Carnal Creations with one, Ryan Mercer. Did I leave anything out?”
I stand, staring for a moment, words failing me. How the fuck? “I… er…” I clear my throat. “I didn’t realize we were exchanging records, otherwise I would have looked up yours.”
Betty lets out a loud snort as she pats her husband’s chest. “I can’t believe you did a background check on him. Ellie asked you not to.”
“She knew I would do it, anyway. Besides, she’s one of my girls, and I take care of my own.” The man’s eyes lock onto mine and that cold shiver returns.
“Hey, guys! What are you talking about?” Ellie hops down the stairs and walks toward us.
The harsh, take-no-prisoner vibes from Paul and Betty are suddenly replaced by smiles radiating happiness. The contrast created by the change is almost
unsettling.
“Oh, nothing dear. You know how it is. Just giving your man a hard time. Letting him know we’ll dismember him if he hurts you.” Betty laughs, waving her hand. Oh, now you laugh about it?
Ellie smirks and shakes her head, her gaze turning to meet my wide-eyes as I remain frozen in place. Horror flicks over her face as she glances between us. “You actually said that to him?”
“And this is why we’ll never have boyfriends.”
“Poor Ellie.”
Two teen girls pop out from behind me, watching the exchange between Ellie, Betty, and Paul. Both with flaming red hair, fair skin, and a smattering of freckles across their noses, you’d mistake them for twins. But the taller of the two just sighs before giving me her full attention.
“I’m Rebecca. This is Sophie.” She gestures to her younger sister. “And you must be Garrett.” Her eyes roam over me before coming back to my eyes and giving me a small nod as if she’s satisfied with Ellie’s choice.
“Should we go check on the meat? Nic’s nice and all, but he can’t cook,” Sophie says, her eyes moving between Rebecca and I. Wait. Nic’s here? Why didn’t he tell me?
“Dad let him near the grill again?” Rebecca mutters a curse and shakes her head as she turns and walks toward the back of the house and around the corner.
“Should we… go and help?” I look down at Sophie who nods with wide eyes.
“Becs is just as bad. If either of those two are cooking, we may as well become a vegetarian. Can you cook?” She cranes her head to look up at me.
“I can. Do you want to show me where the barbecue is? Maybe I can salvage the food while they argue it out.”
Nodding, Sophie grabs my forearm with surprising strength for someone so small, dragging me to the side of the house where Rebecca disappeared to.
Rounding the corner, I spot Nic waving tongs around at the barbecue, wearing a ridiculous naked body apron with a giant leaf patch covering the crotch.
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