by Shaw Hart
“OH! Oh, Kit.” I moan, arching back against him as his finger continues to move in and out of me at a slow maddening pace.
I’m so close and I just need a little more to send me over the edge. Before I can voice my needs, Kit is giving it to me. His finger continues to thrust in and out of me and he brings his thumb up, pressing down hard on my clit and rolling it under his thumb.
“KIT!” I shout, flying over the edge and into oblivion.
I writhe on his lap, my head thrown back against his shoulder as he rubs me through my orgasm. I collapse against him, sagging in his lap as he pulls his finger out from my core. Just like last night, he brings his fingers to his lips, licking them clean. I twist, watching him as he runs his tongue along the digits before he goes back for seconds. I gasp when he his fingers back into my cream. I can’t hold back my moan as I watch him suck his fingers clean once more.
I want him to pick me up and carry me back upstairs. I want him to peel my panties down my legs and then lick my cream directly from the source. I want him to lay me back on the bed and worship my body like I know he will. Then, I want him to spread my thighs wide and rut into me like the demanding, alpha that I know he is.
“Delicious.” He says in a raspy voice laced with hunger and need as he finishes cleaning off his fingers.
Chapter Six
Kit
I can see how turned on Stella is as she twists in my lap to look back at me. I want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her up the stairs to our bedroom. I’d throw her down on the bed and ravage her until she was screaming and begging me to stop. My dick hardens in my jeans as I picture her spread out on our bed, her black hair fanned out across the pillows, and her voice hoarse from calling out my name as I thrust into her. I lick my lips, tasting her release on them and I snap.
I lift her up in my arms and am halfway to the stairs when her phone goes off. Her head twists to the side and she looks at the clock, sighing when she sees the time.
“I have to go into work.”
I growl, continuing to carry her towards the stairs.
“Kit.” She tries again.
I want to tell her to fuck work and to carry her to bed but I need to prove to her that I will always put her needs before my own. I need to prove that I am worthy of my Princess. With a sigh, I slide her down my body until her feet are firmly on the ground. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, trying to will my raging erection to go down but with her pressed up tight against me, there’s no chance of that happening anytime soon.
“I’ll go grab your phone, Princess.”
“I need to change.” She says as she follows me up the stairs.
I walk over to the bed to grab her phone while she walks into the closet to get dressed. I had plugged her phone into the charger that I found in her bag while she was sleeping. I had also programmed my number into her phone and hers into mine and shared the location settings on her phone. Now I’ll always know where my princess is.
I head down the hallway towards the bathroom, pulling up short when I see what Stella has on.
“Oh, hell no!” I growl, stalking towards her.
“What?” She asks, spinning around in her high heels to face me.
Somehow the front is even worse than the back and I’m pretty sure that I bare my teeth as I close the distance between us.
“There is no way in hell that you are walking out of here wearing that?”
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” She asks, slamming her hand down onto her hip.
She’s wearing black stiletto heels, much like the ones she had on last night. The dress, if you can call it that, is a bright fire-engine red and so short that I can almost see that sweet heaven between her legs. It’s tight, molding to her curves and dipping low in the back, so low that I can almost see her ass. The two straps tie behind her neck and push her tits up high. The small scraps of fabric can barely cover her tits and I see red when I think about anyone else seeing my princess like this.
“YOU’RE PRACTICALLY NAKED!”
“No, I’m not. You’re being ridiculous. I’ve worn this dress before and I always get great tips whenever I do.”
“You’ve worn this in public before?” I ask, my voice deadly calm.
She rolls her eyes and with a wave of her hand, she turns around, dismissing me. I watch as she picks up some lipstick, ignoring me. There’s no way that I can let her go out wearing that dress. I know what men will think when they see her in it. They’ll be imagining bending her over and trying to take what’s mine.
Stella finishes applying her makeup and turns back to face me.
“Ready to go?” She asks, giving me a sweet smile.
She thinks that she’s won this round.
“Almost.” I say.
Before she can react, I reach up, fisting both sides of the dress and pulling. It tears right down the center, hanging in scraps off her shoulder. The only thing keeping it up is the knot around her neck and I smile back at her as she gapes up at me.
My eyes trail down, taking in all of the exposed skin now on display. Her tits are bare now and the only thing covered is her sweet pussy. Even that is only blocked by a tiny thong. Standing before me in just her high heels and thong, my princess looks like every wet dream that I have ever had. She’s perfect.
She’s also currently glaring at me and I can tell that any minute now she’s about to lay into me. I can also tell that, while she might pretend that she didn’t like me ripping her dress, what I did just turned her on. Her eyes are flashing but they’re also filled with lust, her pupils dilated as she stares up at me.
“WHAT THE HELL!?! You can’t just do stuff like that, Kit.” She yells before she spins on her heel and heads back to the closet.
She drags her dress off, turning and tossing it in my face before she disappears into the closet. I follow after her, tracing over her back, the curve of her ass, and down her legs to those high heels. She flips through the hangers, mumbling to herself about Neanderthal men and being late for work. I stand and watch her and I want to grimace when I see the dress she finally picks out.
It’s a strapless black leather one and I know that it will mold to her body perfectly. The only saving grace is that it doesn’t look as short as all of the others. I wonder what she would do if I ripped up all of her dresses…. Maybe she wouldn’t go to work and I could spend the night apologizing with my head between her thighs.
Stella slips the black dress over her head, shimmying it down her body until it’s in place. The dress is tight, showing off all of her curves and looking almost obscene. I just about swallow my tongue when she reaches inside the top, adjusting her boobs. The dress it’s a couple of inches above her knees and I frown, wanting to tear this dress off of her too and cover her up with one of my shirts. I want to tuck her back into our bed, where she’s safe from prying eyes but she storms past me before I can catch her. She snatches her phone out of my hand before she marches angrily out of the bedroom.
I follow her down the stairs and out to the garage. She shoots me a look when I open the passenger side door and lift her inside. I give her an innocent smile back and she shoots me a glare but I can see the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. I love how tough and strong willed my princess is. Stella might want to pretend that she doesn’t like my alpha tendencies or the way I move her around but she can’t hide the truth from me. She likes my hands on her and I think that she’s been on her own for far too long. She wants someone to take care of her for once and that person is going to be me.
Chapter Seven
Stella
Kit tries to talk to me as he drives me across town to the strip club but I’m still ignoring him over the whole dress ripping incident that occurred earlier. I can’t believe that he just tore that dress off of me. I wonder if he noticed how hard and pebbled my nipples were or the way that I had pressed my thighs together to ease the new ache that had taken up residence between my legs.
It was true that I alway
s got great tips when I wore that halter dress but the truth is that I actually hated that dress. Every time I wear it I have to worry about everything staying covered and I have to dodge even more groping hands than usual.
Kit probably did me a favor making me change. Now that I moved in with Kit and don’t have to pay rent at Larry’s place, I actually have some money saved.
I freeze at that thought.
When did I start thinking that I was moving in with Kit? I mean he helped me out, saved me from Loser Larry but there was never any talk about me moving in with him permanently. I guess it was the way that he had ordered me to pack my bags and then as soon as we got back to his place, he had put everything away for me. I freeze when I realize that I want to live with him. I like him, I realize as I remember how I had packed my bags and let him take me back to his place without a second thought. I’m comfortable around him. I trust him, and that scares me because I never really trust anyone. I never let anyone get close to me. So why did I let Kit get past my defenses so quickly?
I shoot a look at Kit out of the corner of my eye as he turns into the Landing Strip parking lot. He’s wearing a frown as he parks in a spot closer to the door. It’s still early and there’s only a handful of other cars in the lot but since it’s a Friday I know that it will pick up soon. Kit shuts the truck off, twisting in his seat to face me. He’s still wearing the frown and I know that he’s going to try to talk me out of going to work. Before he can say anything, I blurt out what’s been on my mind.
“Am I living with you?”
He seems taken aback by my question, looking at me like I’m crazy.
“Of course you are. You have more stuff somewhere else? Give me the address and I’ll go get it right now.”
“No, all of my stuff is at your place now. I just... we never talked about it and I wasn’t sure if I should be looking for another roommate or not.”
“No. The only person you’ll be living with is me, and Princess?”
“Yeah?”
“We aren’t fucking roommates.”
I can’t quite hold back my gasp as I stare into his hungry eyes. I'm two seconds from throwing myself at him when the neon lights outside the strip club turn on, flickering across our faces and reminding me of where we are.
Right. Time to go to work.
“Thanks for the ride.” I say, reaching out for the door handle.
“Anytime. Although, I wish I wasn’t driving you here.” He says and once again the frown is back on his face.
He glares at the strip club like it’s personally wronged him and I bite back a smile at how cute he is.
“I’m just a waitress. You don’t have to worry about me.”
“Unless you are wrapped in my arms, I will always worry about you.”
I melt at his words and I realize that at some point in the last 24 hours, I let down my guard and Kit managed to fight his way in.
I like him. I like the way that he treats me, even when he’s being overprotective or a Neanderthal. I love the way he touches me and all of the orgasms he’s given me. Most of all though, I love the way that I feel when I’m with him. Like I’m delicate, something to be cherished.
I’ve always been that tough girl who could take care of herself. I had to be. Growing up with an addict mother and no father in sight made me self-sufficient but also distrustful. Living on the streets made me tough and taught me how to take care of myself. Working in a seedy strip clubs or bars made me see the worst in people.
I built a wall around myself, believing that I would be safer and happier alone but one day with Kit has shown me how wrong I was. I don’t need to be alone anymore. If I can just let Kit in, I know that he’ll never let me down.
“I’ll see you later.” I say, distracted by my thoughts as I climb out of his truck.
“I’ll walk you in.” Kit says.
Somehow, I know when Kit laces his fingers with mine, that tonight is not going to end well. It doesn’t take a genius to know that Kit, a bunch of horny assholes, and me in a room is a bad combination.
I still thought that he would be able to handle himself better than he did.
Twenty minutes later I storm out of the club with Kit hot on my heels.
“Princess, slow down.”
“I can’t believe that you did that. You got me FIRED, Kit!”
“That guy was trying to grab your ass. You think that I’m just going to sit there and let guys touch my Princess?”
“You can’t just go around punching out every guy who gets close to me!” I yell, spinning around to face him in the gravel parking lot.
“Says who?” Kit growls, stepping up so that we’re toe to toe.
“I can take care of myself, Kit. I needed that job.”
“I’m sorry about the job, Princess.”
“No, you’re not.”
“You’re right. I’m not.”
I roll my eyes, trying to spin away and storm off but Kit grabs my elbow and pulls me back to him.
“I hated the thought of you working there. It wasn’t safe, it wasn’t what was right for you, it wasn’t any place for a Princess like you to work and I will always make sure that my Princess is safe and has what she deserves.”
I stare up at him. One part of me wants to melt at his words, just like every other time Kit has talked to me like that. I love that he cares about; I haven’t had that in a long time. I love that he always wants what’s best for me but I need to put my foot down and make him respect my boundaries. Right? I’ve always been a bit of a control freak and giving up some of that control to Kit excites me, but giving up all control? Well, that scares the shit out of me.
“I need a job, Kit. This town doesn’t have many job openings and I could make more at the club than anywhere else in this town.”
“I have money, Princess. I can buy you anything that you want.”
“I want my own money, Kit! I want to buy myself stuff. I don’t want to have to rely on you for everything.”
Kit looks frustrated but I can see him trying to come to grips with my wishes. I know that Kit will always strive to give me anything that I want. I’m hoping that if I just put my foot down, Kit will bend to my will.
“Ok. I get it. My princess is tough and she wants to provide for herself. I can respect that but Princess… I just can’t stand the thought of you being groped at work every day. I’d go crazy. I know that you can take care of yourself and that’s what you’re used to but you aren’t alone anymore. You can lean on me, that’s what I’m here for. I want to take care of you, Princess.”
I look at the ground, trying to hide my small smile. I love that Kit gets me, that he understands what I need.
“Forgive me, Princess?”
“Yeah, ok.” I say, still giving him a bit of attitude.
Kit leans down, surprising me with a quick kiss.
“Look at that! Already had our first fight.”
“Yeah, and I won.”
“You’ll always win, Princess.”
I smile up at him as he links his fingers with mine and we walk towards his truck.
“I guess we can go home now. I need to start looking for a new job.” I say with a sigh.
Kit opens the door for me, lifting me inside. He buckles my seatbelt for me, dropping another quick kiss on my lips before he closes the door and jogs around the hood. He climbs in behind the wheel and shoves the key in the ignition, pausing before he turns it.
“Why don’t you work for me at the gym? I have all this paperwork and I hate doing it every week. I can pay you and that way we can spend more time together.”
“MORE time together? We’re already together 24/7.”
“You don’t like spending time with me?” Kit pouts.
Seeing this 6’3” mountain of a man with a pouty lower lip and big puppy dog eyes staring at me is too cute and my heart flips over in my chest.
“Alright, fine. I like spending time with you.”
Kit blinks, grinning wide
at me before he leans over the center console and kisses me again. I kiss him back this time, anticipating it now that he’s done it a couple of times. Our lips meet, molding to the shape of the others. I twist my head, deepening the contact and sliding my hands over his strong arms and into his hair. Kit groans, cupping my face and licking his tongue along the seam of my lips. I open under him, greedy to get my first taste of him.
It doesn’t disappoint.
Kit tastes like spearmint gum and the shot of whiskey that I had brought him as soon as I started my shift. I moan into his mouth as his tongue tangles with mine. I gasp when Kit’s finger dig into my hips, dragging me over the center console and into his lap. I can feel the thick bulge in his jeans as I settle on top of him and I moan when my dress rides up and I can feel the seam of his jeans against my hot center.
We make out like kids, eating at each other’s mouths. It’s rough and messy, teeth clinking and noses bumping, but neither of us seems to care. All that’s important right now is getting as close to each other as we possibly can. The windows fog up as we continue to devour each other. I’m rocking against him, my hands fisted in his hair when some drunk guys wander past, hooting and catcalling as they walk past Kit’s truck.
We both jerk apart and I realize that we got so lost in each other that I forgot where we were. Kit groans, kissing me one more time before he lifts me, depositing me back in the passenger seat. He buckles me back up, dropping one more kiss on my lips before he starts the truck and pulls out of the parking lot. I look back one more time, knowing that this is the last time that I’ll be anywhere near that place.
“You want to head by the gym? I can show you around really quick and then we can head home.”
“Sounds good.” I say as I turn back in my seat, putting the strip club and that part of my life behind me.