Chapter 19—Bass
D amn, she tastes amazing. There’s something about her, her lips, her skin. It’s an addiction. I need to drink her down like my favorite whiskey. I’ve never kissed someone so much in my life, but I just can’t stop my lips from traveling across her body. If I thought she would let me, I’d strip her bare and lick every inch of her skin to see where the sweetest spot is.
The thought makes me remember licking her off my fingers, and I grind against her again at the thought of it. She was honey, sugar, spice, everything nice. Her skin is the same flavor but not as sharp, a subtle taste that just makes me want more. Like the first sample of a drug. You start off small, just enough to get a hit. But you know it’s just a gateway drug to the bigger and harder stuff. And that’s what her pussy is: the big bad, the main event, the destruction of life.
But what a way to go.
Her hands finally leave my head and travel down my body. My hopes of her pulling my dick out of the cage its behind are short-lived, as she doesn’t travel farther south than my hips. But that’s just to grab my shirt and push it up.
Fuck yeah. Finally getting to the good part.
I don’t give a fuck that it’s her leading the charge on what we do next. I usually take control because I have to. The vamps don’t just lie there, necessarily, but they like to be taken more than do the taking. But with Milly? Her greedy hands push at my chest to back me up just enough to yank my tee over my head. She’s all in this. Especially as she pulls her shirt over her head a second after taking mine off.
But that’s about as far as I’ll go to be just a willing participant. I unsnap her bra with a flick of my fingers, my juvenile history proving to be more useful than not. I lean close to her, and the way she arches her beautiful tits in my face makes me think she wants my lips on them. But I deny her.
Her gasp of alarm makes me smile as she jumps from the noise of me pushing all the stuff off my desk to the floor behind her.
“Fuck. Warn a girl, would you?”
Her words have me grinning, as they’re the same ones I used when I first came into my room. But warning her is about the last thing I want to do. I’d rather her be on edge, not knowing what’s coming next. Girl has had so much figured out. She knows what to do. Sure, an attack is unknown, but the prep isn’t. Hell, I’d even bet that the attacks have become predictable if she’s been doing it for three years now. It’s old hat. And that isn’t something I want to be compared to.
I graze my lips over one nipple, and her breath hitches. I move to the next and do it again till her hips move to ease the pressure and bring her some friction to get her off. Taking her nipple in my mouth, I hold the rest of my body back with my hands on the desk behind her, elbows locked to keep all but my lips mostly off her.
Not that she lets me stay far away for long. Her hands move to my biceps, digging in deep with her nails as she pulls herself closer and me to her at the same time. Her left leg wraps around mine, pulling our lower halves together to mimic what it could be like. What it will be like once I sink into her. Her gritted whimper as she rubs her sweet self against me has my dick swelling even more.
I move my hand slowly up her hip toward her chest, pushing firmly between her amazing tits till she’s forced to let my lips go and lean back on the now-empty desk. Surprisingly, she goes with little effort, and I get a full look at her and all that ink on her skin.
“You just going to look, or are we going to fuck?”
Ah, there she is . That spunk I crave like a kid does candy when told no. I fucking love that she isn’t afraid to speak her mind, and when she does, her attitude comes screaming out. Nothing about her would be considered sweet—not when she opens her mouth, at least. But that’s fine. I don’t want sweet. Never did. She doesn’t even look like the girl-next-door type that usually connects with sweet. She’s got tats that are loud with color, and she wears them out in the open, not covered up with clothing or makeup. She isn’t brash to the point of being in your face, but she never hides who she is. Despite her long time on the run, it’s surprising that no one has found her before now.
Guess I’m just the lucky bastard who caught her for this long. And lucky is the key term. I know I’m not some god among men or the fucking Holy Grail of males. Sure, we all want to think we have a golden pecker attached to us. I’ve seen enough dicks—unwillingly—to know I’m above average but still not the biggest and longest out there. I’ve got an ego, but I also don’t have rose-colored glasses. Only reason Milly is letting this happen is that a shit ton of things went right. The timing, her kid protected, and I’ve got to think that the fact that I already said this means nothing more than what it is lands a point in my favor.
Don’t need smarts to see that this girl isn’t the commitment type. How can she be when she already knows her brother’s on the way to collect her? If she stays long enough to be collected. Girl’s a flight risk, but lucky for me, I ain’t looking to be tied down either, so this works for us both. Just using the other to get off, nothing more.
And once I’ve had her, I’m sure the thoughts of her on my brain 24/7 will go away. They have to. I’m not ready for it to mean anything else if they don’t.
I grab her belt buckle, unfasten it, and then make quick work of her shorts, pulling them off without any ceremony. I look at her tennis shoes and weigh my options. I decide to aim for my comfort more than hers and pull them off, too, but leave the socks. She’s already proven that she likes to use her legs to get what she wants, either to assert dominance with a knee to the dick or to use as leverage to pull me forward. Don’t want tread marks on me after this. I like leaving a mark on people I fuck, not getting one.
When I look up, I’m gifted with a sight that I bet few ever see. A somewhat subdued Milly staring back, with want in her vision, a blush color on her skin that’s all but exposed to me, as only a small triangle covers the one spot I’ve marked before today.
Her hands find purchase on her skin as she glides her nails slightly over her hips and stomach, going up and down, goose bumps spreading in their wake. Her breath hitches as her hands get closer to her tits and then closer to her cunt. She’s teasing herself and me all at the same time .
She spreads her legs apart, and I take the bait, stepping between her thighs. My hand finds her panties, but I only trace the outline of her pussy lips through the fabric with one finger. It’s a light touch, but I can feel that she’s wet already.
Her hands change tactics and switch from teasing to grabbing her breasts with both hands, squeezing before finding her nipples and pinching. Twisting.
I keep tracing her pussy, dipping my finger in a little so a bit of her panties go inside her before retreating. We keep it up, her twisting, being rough with her own tits as she thrashes about with her head shaking back and forth as if it’s too much, while I continue my slow memorization of her lower lips.
And then she falls. It’s small, but she stills and shivers a bit. My eyes instantly lock on her face, watching as her eyes squeeze tight and she takes in short inhales before holding her breath a second longer than normal, then releasing it at the same time that she eases her own pinching.
Shoving my shorts down just enough to get my dick out, I push aside her panties and slide right in like a fucking welcome-home party.
Her eyes slam open as she screams from the intrusion, and I grit my teeth to keep from coming so quickly.
“Fuck, baby girl, you are so damn tight. Are you a virgin?”
“No, I’m not a fucking virgin,” she says as she pushes up on her elbows and tries to shove me off her. It doesn’t work. I’m in heaven. I know I’m not going there in the afterlife, so this is the next best thing. Ain’t ever leaving. “It’s been three years. What the fuck did you think would happen? ”
I thrust into her, what little give her tight pussy allows me. “Damn, saving yourself for me, huh?”
“Fuck you.” She pushes at me again, but I don’t listen. “Get off me. Get… uuugh.” I move my hips in a circle, and her cries of protest change to cries of passion. “Don’t stop,” she huffs out as she flops onto her back, withering away.
“Wasn’t planning to, baby girl.” I start a rhythm as I grab her legs, spreading her farther apart for my dick to get to its home.
“Jesus, shut up and just fuck me. Yeah, like that. Fuck, that feels good.” She rises onto her elbows and glares at me but doesn’t push me away. “And don’t think I didn’t notice that you didn’t put on a condom. You better be clean, or I’ll cut your dick off after I’m done using it, and then I’ll cut every bitch in here who gave me something.”
“Damn, baby, I’m already hard. You don’t need to keep talking dirty to me,” I say with a grin as I move my hand to play with her clit. I rub it back and forth quickly, which has her flopping back onto the desk once more while she groans out a sigh.
I’m not going to last long, and I refuse to go first. She’s the type to hold it against me, no matter if I get her off more times than not, and while I like her bratty mouth, I don’t need her spouting shit for my brothers to tease me about. Like I said, I’m the only one who can mess with them, not the other way around.
I pinch her clit, and it sends her over like I expected.
“Bastard” whispers out of her as she comes, and it’s the surprise of it that has me both laughing and shooting my load from the way she grips me like a vise .
I lower her legs, which are still spread wide, but don’t pull my dick out just yet. It’s so nice and warm, like a blanket after a cold shower. Not about to uncover it for the world to shrink it with its temperature. Not that my room is overly cold; it’ll just be a shock to the system once I pull free.
“You mad that I made you come again so quickly or that you’re the only one with clothes off?” I put a hand over her shoulder as I prop myself up on the desk. The other moves to her hip as I steady my breath.
She takes a few gulps of air herself and shakes her head before calming enough to speak to me, but it still comes out as if she hasn’t caught her breath. “Neither. Just calling it like I see it.”
I chuckle at that and am gifted with a soft smile that seems to transform her from a beautiful bratty girl to a divine goddess.
“Hang on, baby girl. I’m not done with you yet.” I move my hand that was on her hip under her and pull her up flush to me. She squeals for a second as she wraps her arms and legs around me. I turn and take two steps before dropping her ass on my bed.
I curse at the cold hit my dick gets at the loss of contact, but I quietly promise that it won’t be cold for long.
“I’m not that heavy, fish boy. No need to throw me around like one sack of potatoes too many. If you can’t lift me without putting in some work, then you need to get a new gym coach. The other one ain’t cutting it,” she throws at me as she fluffs her hair out. Not a care in the world that her panties are still pushed to the side and bits of her pussy are on display. She’s a wrinkled mess that I can’t wait to mess up even more.
“Never worked with resistance bands before.” I gesture to my shorts around my knees. They’re baggy in the legs, but not so much in the waistband. It was a damn miracle that I made it as far as I did without tripping.
She looks down, stares. Tilts her head and stares some more.
“Now who’s the one doing all the staring and so little fucking?” I smirk as I grab my cock and run my hand over the whole of it, already getting hard for round two. Just like her, it’s been a good damn long while for me too. We might as well both be virgins, her so damn tight and me ready to go again like a damn teenager.
She pulls her gaze from my dick and looks me in the eye. “Why don’t you build a bridge, then?”
“A what? You want me to build a bridge to get to you?” I toe off my shoes and slide out of my socks before pushing my shorts to the ground.
“No, build a damn bridge to get over it.”
“What?” I kneel on the bed, grabbing her socks and pulling them off before doing the same with her damp, slightly stretched-out panties.
“Get over it.”
“What is it ?”
“Everything. The excuse you use in your head for dropping me. That you’re still talking to me and not fucking me. All of it. Get over it and start fucking me before I find the good doc and ask him to get me off again.” She leans up, anchoring her elbows on my bed as she rises and moves her head about like she’s looking for the best place to bite, or strike. She’s vicious enough to come out like a cobra to get what she wants.
“Fuck that.” I grab her neck, squeezing tight. “No one else is getting in this tight pussy till I say when. Now, why don’t you shut the fuck up before I put that mouth of yours to work on sucking my cock?”
“No need for the dirty talk.” She licks her lips. “I’m already dripping.”
She takes charge and leans into my hand as she claims my lips. And claims is true, as I don’t even put up a fight. I fucking love that neither of us has to mess around with sweet words to get where we want to go. We’re both screwed up enough to be getting off hard on this. This banter, the laughter, the name-calling—whatever you call it, I’m all for it.
And I’m not about to let it go anytime soon.