Trash Daddy

18. Insecurities and Secrets

Arock-hard woody urges me awake. A deep purplish sky is just begging to glow with pale yellow, and morning light streams through the window above my bed. Carmella’s soft, warm body stretches out beside me, her breath even and deep. Naked, smooth legs tangle with mine. With the blanket kicked off, I can see the lithe lines of her body. As I admire how her hips flair, and how gentle she looks in her sleep, my hands itch to touch her. Until I also notice the pale lines on the insides of her thighs.

I don’t know how I missed them earlier, other than to blame the lighting. The night of the table dance had us in shadows, and Oasis’s moody colored lights didn’t exactly reveal anything. I feel a bit like a jackass for not noticing sooner. My poor caramel drop.

Her tits rise and fall with a deep sigh. Tousled waves frame her face and spread up over my arm. I rub the ashy-blonde strands between my fingers, enjoying the fine silkiness.

The painful throb in my dick is killing me. Carefully, I slip my hand into my pants, squeezing my eyes at the overwhelming sensation of jerking myself next to her. It’s nearly enough to make me blow my load. A thousand ideas slam to the forefront of my head, most of them revolving around waking her up by climbing on top of her and yanking those panties to the side so I can slide my dick in her tight fuckhole.

I settle on something less extreme because I know where I want our first time together to be and isn’t a clumsy morning fuck after a rough night. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.

Gently letting my fingers trail up her body, I nudge the cup of her bra to the side, revealing a handful of tawny skin and a dusky nipple. Leaning down, I flick my tongue across the pebbled surface and freeze as Carmella stirs slightly.

Shoving my sleep pants down past my hips, I work my cock up and down the shaft, squeezing the head, wishing it were her hand or mouth. Hell, any part of her at this point. I’d settle for feet. Her breathing evens out as I quietly fuck my hand and suck gently on the rosy bud. God, she has me horny this morning.

Letting go of her nipples, I roll back and slide my free hand down her stomach and slip under the band of her panties until I can feel the soft curls at the juncture of her legs. The pads of my fingers stroke along the line of her folds, making my dick jump as a drop of pre-cum rolls down the shaft, lubing my strokes. Fuck it, I’m going for it. She can wake up. Creeping my fingers between her pussy lips, I circle her clit. Her body jerks, and a slight frown forms on her forehead, making me want to kiss it away. Carmella isn’t a morning person, but I’m about to change her mind. Mornings can be very enjoyable.

Her eyes flick under her eyelids, and I smile to myself as she stretches and opens her legs a little more. I don’t know if it’s intentional or not, but I’m taking it as an invitation, rolling onto my knees above her. Carmella is hot and beginning to dampen for me when I press inside her and curl my fingers to work her G-spot. I don’t stop jerking myself.

Her blue eyes flutter open and she rolls her hips, making cute whimpering sounds that turn into a hot moan. This time, when she spreads her legs, I know she means it. “Fuck yes, baby, take these off,” I say, pulling her panties down her legs.

Carmella”s lips turn up into a smile as she undoes her bra. When she’s completely naked, the need to feel her skin pressed against mine consumes me. Tossing the blanket off the bed, I spread her legs on either side of me, crushing myself against her. With my dick trapped between us, the friction curls my toes and I grunt. My lips find hers in a hungry kiss. I bite down on Carmella’s lower lip, my tongue flicking the ripe fullness until she opens her mouth. Little whimpers and moans fill my ears as she squirms her hot pussy against my dick.

“You better stop before I cum.” I chuckle.

Carmella’s answering grin is full of mischief as she rubs her body along mine, creating delicious friction on the head of my cock. I bite down on one of her nipples in warning. She yelps and giggles, stormy eyes flashing at me, and I love the sound. This should be how every morning starts. “You’re a brat,” I mumble around a delicious, perky nipple.

I pull off her tit with a sucking pop and grab my cock, sliding it against her entrance. “Naughty girls don’t get fucked, caramel drop.” Teasing us both, I thrust lightly against her wet slit, refusing to let myself sink inside her and satisfy the burning arousal lashing my body. I spread the clear drop of cum from my dick as I thrust against her clit.

Carmella moans as her nails dig into my back. I could do it now; she would let me. She wants me too, but I want her to burn for it. Slut herself out for it. Not flinch when I spit on her and call her a slut. I want her to want every drop of filth, humiliation, and even pain I can offer. I want her to lick it off the floor and still want more. Then I’ll let her have it, even if the wait kills us both.

Kissing and licking my way down her body, I seal my lips over her sensitive bud and flick my tongue. Her hips buck as she sucks in a deep breath. “Oooohh, yes, that feels so good.”

With one hand holding her down and one hand jerking myself, I set to work on her, showing off nearly twenty years of fucking skills. The air fills with cries torn from her lips as I dance my wicked charm across her most sensitive skin. Her uninhibited moans make my blood sing as I push my finger inside and swirl around her clenching walls.

Carmella pulls my hair and rips the sheets from the corners of the bed as she thrashes in ecstasy. Gone is the hesitancy that’s been plaguing her anytime we touch. I like this dirty, unrestrained version of her so much better. Sweat slicks her body and her legs shake by the time I’m ready to let us both cum. When I bite down on her pussy lips gently, she whines, “Please, let’s fuck, Luke. I want to fuck.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” I chuckle. Getting off the bed, I open a drawer and grab a purple vibrator custom-made in the shape of my dick—made the mold myself—and a self-sucking pocket pussy. I turn the purple toy on and it buzzes around in my hand. “You ever use one before, caramel drop?”

She bites her swollen lower lip and shakes her head, dropping her legs further apart. I run the tip of the little monster over her lovely pussy, coating the silicone rod with her slickness, before sliding it into Carmella’s dick holster. Watching her pink muscles stretch to accommodate the thick shaft has me spitting on the pussy-shaped silicone toy in my other hand and working it down my cock, enjoying the way it grips me tightly.

Turning it on, I feel the vibrations and tightness pull me as it seals and sucks my cock. Kneeling between Carmella’s legs, I thrust my hips into the pocket pussy as I fuck Carmella’s actual pussy with the vibrator. My balls pull up and tingles start in my groin as the little monster greedily suckles my dick. The curls between Carmella legs are wet from my licking and her own juices as I fuck her in tandem with the sucking toy. Watching her take my pseudo cock is the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen. Sweat trickles down my back and a moan escapes my mouth as I rock into the toy suctioned to my dick.

Ecstasy rises in me and freezes my breathing as my orgasm rockets its way across my body, leaving me shuddering and panting as I cum hard into the machine, which milks me until I’m so sensitive, I rip the damn thing off.

Aftershocks rock me as I lean down and lick Carmella’s clit while the vibrations from the molded toy rock her world. Sharp nails dig into the back of my neck, pulling me closer as she goes rigid. I smile and lock my lips down on her, sucking the little nub into my mouth and licking while she comes apart against me. Her panting cries of, “Fuck yes,” never sounded so good.

I slip the molded toy from her, and it thunks onto the floor next to the pocket pussy as I crawl back into bed next to her. Breathless, she laughs. “That was fucking amazing. I was dreaming about dragon-shaped fireworks and they were scampering all over my skin, making me horny with their bursts of energy. Then I woke up and realized it was you. Ten out of ten best ways to wake up ever. Better than coffee. Whoooo.” She pumps a fist into the air and gives a victory yell before exhaling a huge breath and dropping her arm like a wet noodle.

She is glorious spread out like this. My personal buffet. My hands run all over her skin, and I gently pinch her nipples, relishing in the feel of being able to touch her unhindered. I doubt I’ll ever get enough. Mine, every piece of it.She crawled through my window. That’s a cosmic decree in my book.

Carmella’s soft snore draws my eyes back to her face. I’d like nothing more than to want to sleep and fuck all day, but I can feel my senses coming online. The adrenaline from my orgasm floats in my bloodstream and pushes me to get out of bed. Orgasms have always been an upper for me—not as good as a line of cocaine, but just as addicting. Gently scooting out of bed, careful not to disturb her, I wander into the kitchen and start the coffee.

Heading to the storefront, I flip on the switch that brings the overhead lights on and sit down at the horseshoe desk to do my occasional routine of watching the playback of the security feed from the night before, just to make sure no one is fucking around with the shop.

I didn’t see a car when I noticed Carmella crouched down outside from the back door monitors, but that doesn’t mean one didn’t drop her off. Then, I can make sure Tommy never comes around again. Permanently if I have to.

I click yesterday’s date in the line of recordings and skip to the evening when she arrived home… somewhere around nine, but who knows how long she was outside. I watch the camera with a view of the lane between the store and the shop. This angle shows the main road that runs out front, so even if he dropped her off on the curb, I should be able to see something. Putting it on fast-forward, I wait as cars zip by at an accelerated rate. A few people are on foot. At eight-twenty, she rounds the corner, arms folded. I pause the screen and drop it down to normal speed.

Instead of watching Carmella curl up into a ball, I watch the road, waiting to see if a car appears from that direction.

Not a single one does. Damn.

Well, hopefully Tommy will be off dealing with whatever dick funk he contracts with his new girl and he won’t even think of caramel drop. Tommy. Just his name alone is a fucking joke… Movement catches my eye on the screen.

A navy SUV drives by slowly. Too slowly. They crawl to a stop on the curb on the opposite side of the street, away from Carmella. Whoever is in the car kills their lights. I stare at the vehicle. There is no reason for them to be parked there. The business across the street—a tax filing office—closed up a year ago and has been vacant since.

Their windows are abnormally dark, and in the early shadows of the night, they look pitch black. The longer the SUV sits there, the more convinced I am they are watching her.

The hair stands up along my arms and my gut whispers, Not right.

Is it the boyfriend? Did he come by to check on her and didn’t know what to say?

I watch myself walk outside on the screen; we talk. She goes inside and I check the locks on the shop before following her in.

The lights on the car flare to life and it slowly pulls back out onto the street.

I flick to the monitor for the main entrance and front parking. The dark-blue SUV crawls by before speeding up and vanishing outside the camera’s view.

I flick back to the night before that while we are at the bathhouse, hoping I’m overreacting.

Starting around noon, I let the recording jump forward at quick speeds. Nothing abnormal before three. All good before five. And then bam, navy SUV at seven pm. It rolls down the street, driving just under the speed limit.

Blowing out a breath, I tip back in the chair and run my fingers through my hair, lacing them at the back of my head. Carmella and I pull out onto the street at the same time. The SUV does a lazy loop and turns to follow us.

My stomach knots and adrenaline dumps into my bloodstream. It could still be the boyfriend. Maybe. I stare out the storefront, suddenly wishing it were comprised of actual walls instead of durable glass. This wouldn’t be the first time someone cased out my place to rob me. Or even the first time the feds have sniffed around.

My mind rushes through all the possibilities. Some have merit and some are flat-out insane. Are Carmella and Tommy pulling a long con on me, like my ex-wife and her lover? Did Sasha make a new enemy? An old one? Cops? Feds?

My leg shakes under the table. I’ve got three open lawsuits against me currently, but I didn’t think any of them were worth this much trouble. Too many potential enemies on the table and not enough evidence to rule many of them out. Maybe my life has been too spicy?

Grabbing a pen and paper, I make a list of the days and times the navy vehicle shows up on camera and I notice a pattern. Wherever Carmella is, the vehicle isn’t far behind. Only a few times does it follow me to do deposits at the end of the night. This scares me more than anything. Whoever is in that car knows I’m carrying money on me and I’m alone, but instead of jumping me, they choose to watch the store.

Emotions of betrayal and distrust swim to the surface. I swear to God, if Carmella thinks she is going to rob me… I spin to stare back down the darkened hallway where Carmella sleeps in my bed.

I sigh, letting go of some of the tension. Carmella being a con artist doesn’t fit. She isn’t Tracey.

For one, Carmella doesn’t have to live here or sleep with me to have gained access to the store. She didn’t ask; I offered. If she had walked in and asked for a regular job, I would have given her one on the off chance she would ride my face someday.

Two, I’ve left her alone for hours at a time. She had all the time in the world to clean me out. Carmella knows where my gun is and could have tried to hold me up while her friends stole from me.

Three, she didn’t ask for a key; I gave it. She’s never asked for the code to the safe or even if we have one. She’s only ever taken what I’ve offered. I rub my hands over my face.

We are too close and too raw for me to be a mark.

I think.

I hope.