Chapter Seven
“Are you all right, Jonah?” Smokey asked, frowning as he looked toward the other man.
He had been attempting to greet him, but Jonah looked lost in his own little world. Suddenly, he looked up and then smiled.
“Sorry, hi, Smokey.”
They had gotten along great for a long time, it was only after the shooting that had struck Larissa that Jonah had been unhappy, which Smokey could understand.
Being a father, now more than ever, he knew what it meant to protect his loved ones.
Being in love with Ava, knowing how he fucked up, it was a miracle he had a wife and child, and he was so grateful for the chances he’d been given.
“Is everything okay?” Smokey asked.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m just thinking about my daughter.”
“Larissa? What’s up?”
“I know I’ve been busy with work and such, but do you know if she is dating anyone?”
Smokey frowned. “Last I heard she was with Andrew, wasn’t she?”
“Yeah, but that was a long time ago. At least it feels that way. I don’t think it is him. She won’t talk about him, but she’s asking my opinion on things, that honestly, I never thought she would ask.”
Smokey took a deep breath. “What kind of things?”
“You know, relationships before marriage. Going all the way. She has always been so determined that she is going to get married and have a full relationship from there.”
“And you think that has changed?”
“Possibly. She has been such an angel.” He sighed. “I know she won’t make any decisions that are wrong for her. I trust her. I just ... I know men. No offense.”
“None taken, and I also know men. Do you want me to see what I can do?” Smokey asked. “I could perhaps warn whoever is with Larissa. Tell him he’s got to be the perfect gentleman and all that shit.”
Jonah took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “Yeah, that would actually be great, if you could do that, I would really appreciate it.”
“Consider it done.”
Jonah shook his hand. “Thank you, and I suppose you will make sure Larissa doesn’t find out about this conversation?”
“Sure.”
Smokey nodded at him, and then turned away. He knew the best person to ask, he just needed to wait for Big Dick to get back from his trip.
****
It was dark.
Larissa had already called home to let her dad know she had gone to a small lake with friends, and that she would be back in the morning. George had found them a motel to stay at. One he promised didn’t have axe murderers inside.
There were no double beds, so they had to share one bed. Larissa hadn’t packed clothes for overnight. All she had was the dress she wore today, along with the swimsuit.
They stepped inside the hotel room, and Larissa looked toward George.
“We said we wanted to be alone.” He closed the door and put the key down on the table. “And now we’re alone. There is no risk of anyone finding us.”
Larissa stood in the center of the room. It was small, but it was also cozy. She nibbled her lip. “There’s a shower,” she said.
He reached for her hand. “Larissa, I don’t expect anything tonight. I want you to know that.”
“I ... uh, I just, I don’t know. It’s a lot.”
He pulled her in close. “And I’ve told you, when you’re ready.”
“We’re going to be sharing a bed?” She nibbled her lip, because this felt different from last time.
“I know, and we’re going to be sharing a shower.”
She let out a scream, because she hadn’t been expecting him to pick her up, but in the next second, they were already walking into the small shower room.
There was no bathtub, and you could reach from one wall to the other.
There was a shower in one corner, a toilet in the other, and a sink between the two.
He chuckled. “I didn’t say we were going to have a lot of space,” he said.
George reached over her head and quickly turned the shower on. The cold spray cascaded down, and he reached out to touch the water. “Fuck me, that’s cold.”
She chuckled. “Maybe, once we’re undressed, it will have warmed up a bit.”
He reached for the zipper at the back of her dress and started to pull it down.
The dress fell to the floor, as did her swimsuit, and she worked on getting his shirt and jeans off.
George took over, kicking off his boots, and she reached to test the water, finding it warm, and she stepped inside.
He followed her in, and it was a tight space.
He tilted her head back and kissed her, even as the water rained down around them. With his other hand, he banded it around her waist and tugged her close. This felt so real. It felt right.
She moaned as he ran his hand around her ass, gripping the flesh as he pulled her in close, and she felt how aroused he was.
“They have soap,” he said, reaching behind her.
It was in a bottle, and he opened the cap, squirting some onto his palm and rubbing it against her flesh, using his hand as a sponge. There was a sponge available, but Larissa didn’t want to think of all the other people it might have touched.
George washed her body, touching and exploring, making her crazy with need as he stroked her. She couldn’t think, and when it was her turn, she reciprocated. His cock seemed to get thicker, and the tip was swollen. Then he took over shampooing her hair, and she did the same.
It was a lot of fun, washing one another with no fear of being disturbed.
Once they were done in the shower, they looked toward the towels and were both a little hesitant.
There was nothing wrong with the motel room.
It was clean, with no sign of bugs, but she couldn’t help recalling all the horror stories she had heard over the years about stuff like that.
George lifted her out of the shower, and without drying each other, they went to the bedroom.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He pulled out his cell phone, and there was a dance tune filling the air. It wasn’t one she recognized.
“There are other ways to dry.”
This made her laugh and it was so unexpected as he twirled her forward and back, working his magic as he did so. Larissa did the same, holding his hand, trying to get him to twirl, and he only did so when he was damn good and ready.
It made her laugh, as they came together in all arms and limbs. His hands were everywhere, and as he pushed her to the bed, he didn’t let her go far as he pulled her to the edge and spread her legs.
“Look at that sweet, virgin pussy,” he said.
She opened her mouth and then closed it, only to open it a second later as his tongue danced across her clit.
“One day, Larissa, my dick will be deep inside you, and I’ll make you come while you’re on my dick. I’ll have you screaming my name from the fucking rooftops.”
She hated how good that sounded.
“However, right now, I have another idea, because I know you’re not ready, and the truth is, you’re not going to lose your virginity card here.”
He was everywhere but she watched in confusion as he lay on the bed. “I want you here.”
“What?”
“Your pussy, right here, right now,” he said. “Knees either side.”
This made her mouth fall open again.
“And then, you can have your mouth on my dick at the same time.”
Okay, now she was starting to get it. Larissa didn’t know how she was going to ... move over his face. That looked so erotic and dangerous, and so ... freaking good.
She pressed her lips together and crawled up the bed. She should have known Geroge only had so much patience, as he moved her over his head, spreading her legs. She laid over him, and he banded an arm around her, getting her into position.
“Perfect,” he said.
She felt him touching her pussy, and then his lips were on her clit, and he sucked it into his mouth. There was no way for her to contain the moan. The pleasure was instant. It hit straight to her core.
Staring in front of her, she saw his cock hard as rock off to the side because of the weight of his erection. She licked her lips, moistening them.
It was hard for her to concentrate on anything else, but she found the strength and reached out, wrapping her fingers around his length. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but the excitement of what they were doing built within her.
She pressed her tongue against the tip of his cock, swirling around, then moving down the long vein at the side.
She did this several times before finally taking him into her mouth.
This time, he groaned as inch by inch, she sunk her lips onto his length.
She took all of him inside her mouth, until he hit the back of her throat.
She continued to swallow, and then started to build up a steady pace, rocking onto his length as he licked between her thighs.
She was so close. There was just no way she could hold back, and as he flicked her clit repeatedly, and it hit the spot, she came, taking more of his cock into her mouth at the same time, grinding her pussy onto his face. There was no control.
All she felt was absolute, mindless pleasure. She didn’t want to think.
All she cared about was feeling, and then George followed her. She felt the swelling of his cock moments before he spilled wave upon wave of cum into her mouth, and she swallowed him down.
****
Three Months Later
Big Dick looked across the restaurant table.
He had to choose these moments where he could sneak off with Larissa.
Most of the time, she was so busy at the bakery, and with Harlow’s baby bump now very much on display, the women seemed to be converging together.
He rarely got a chance to sneak in a kiss or anything.
And now, it had been a long time since he had sex. Actual sex.
Larissa looked stunning tonight. Her hair was pulled back, with strands falling all around her face. She wore another dress, this one pushed her tits right up and molded to her curves, but was so sexy and flattering. He had seen the way men looked at her as they walked into the restaurant.