Chapter 21 #2
Was it too soon to already be in love with this little girl?
I smoothed her golden hair away from her face and smiled down at her, "Goodnight, Hads. I'll see you soon." She gave me one last squeeze before taking Farrah's hand.
Farrah's eyes met mine. "Wait for me? Thought maybe we could hang out a bit, I've got that bourbon you love."
I nodded, and they disappeared down the hall. I glanced around the kitchen at the dishes and decided to get to work. I needed to do something to keep my mind busy.
As I finished putting the last of the dishes away—it took me a minute to figure out where everything went—I heard footsteps approach.
"You didn't have to do the dishes; you're supposed to be the guest," she teased.
"I don't mind, kept me busy while you got Hadley to bed. Thanks again for dinner, it was great… even better that you made my favorite." I grinned.
A small blush crept up her sun-kissed cheeks. "Well, I know how much you love your mom's lasagna, so figured I'd give it a shot."
"Well, you succeeded. It was amazing. You should make it for Ryan sometime, I bet he'd love it." I leaned my back against the counter, crossing my legs at the ankle.
It was a shitty thing to say. I knew that. But I couldn't help myself, I wanted to see her reaction. I wasn't crossing any lines with her if Ryan was still in the picture, and I was still clearly too immature to just come out and ask her.
Her eyes dropped to the ends of her hair, which she was twisting around her fingers. "I broke things off with Ryan."
Well, hell. That changed things.
I took a moment to drink her in. She wore a soft jade sundress that matched her eyes; her long golden waves hung loosely down her back.
Farrah was sunshine, my light, and I swear this girl had no idea how beautiful she was.
I pushed myself off the counter and stalked towards her.
I noticed the way she paused mid-breath at my approach and how she glanced around quickly, as if she wasn't sure where to go or what to do.
Once I planted myself in front of her, I trailed my fingers lightly up her arm, stopping at the top of her shoulders where her dress was tied in a bow at the top.
If I just pulled this string…
I toyed with the strings, and she went completely still. She lifted her eyes up to mine, and I could see the desire burning from those jade pools. "Did you wear this dress to fuck with me, Wildflower?"
The uncertainty faded, replaced by something bold and certain. "No, Ace." She paused. "I wore this dress so you could take it off me."
With a groan, I pulled one string hard, releasing her breast as my mouth crashed into hers.
With one hand on her jaw, I angled her head so I could take the kiss deeper.
My tongue dove in, sliding against hers, exploring, tasting.
I brushed her perfect pink nipple with the pad of my thumb, eliciting a soft moan.
Farrah ran her hands through my hair and pulled, trying to get closer.
I bent down slightly and picked her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and carried her to the couch in her living room.
I set her down and sank to my knees, pushing her long legs wide.
My eyes locked on hers; I slowly trailed my fingers up her inner thigh and pushed the thin lace fabric to the side before dipping a finger in.
"You are so fucking wet, Wildflower. Was this your plan all along?
Make me dinner and then have me fuck you? "
Farrah's head dropped back against the couch on a soft sigh as I added a second finger and slowly curled them forward, my thumb pressed against her clit. I stopped suddenly, causing her to jerk her head up. "I asked you a question, baby."
She glared at me. "Maybe." Farrah was always quiet, more reserved, but she had this fiery, defiant side that I loved. Especially behind closed doors.
It fucking turned me on.
I sat back on my heels, pulling my hand away.
Farrah leaned forward and grabbed my hand, putting it back where she wanted it. "You're not done, Ace."
I chuckled. "Yes, ma'am." I pressed my thumb against her clit, moving in slow, torturous circles, as I dipped two fingers back inside.
Farrah moaned as her head fell back against the couch again.
I propped myself up on my knees again and began kissing and licking my way up her thighs.
Her hands fell into my hair, pulling eagerly as I made my way to her core.
Removing my hand, I slowly dragged my tongue along the seam of her pussy.
She tasted so fucking good.
The grip Farrah had on my hair was borderline painful, but I loved it. She began angling her hips toward me, shamelessly seeking more.
"Fuck me, I've missed this pussy, baby." I dove back in and sucked her clit into my mouth.
“Ace—” The nickname fell from her lips on a moan as she arched off the couch.
I dipped my tongue inside, a low groan slipping out of me at how fucking good she tasted.
I shifted her hips up and lightly pressed a hand to her stomach, working her with my tongue and fingers in tandem, driving her fucking wild.
I could feel her pussy begin to pulse around my tongue; she was close.
She had my head locked down between her thighs, her knees caging me in as she rode my face.
I sucked on her clit hard, sending her over the edge as her body convulsed around me.
I continued to suck and lick as she rode out every last bit of pleasure, letting her come down slowly.
Once she relaxed back into the couch, she opened her eyes and looked at me with this sexy, lazy smirk. "Wow, Ace. You've learned some new tricks."
I chuckled as I moved to my feet and then settled on the couch next to her.
Farrah pushed up and placed her hands on my shoulders while she shifted herself onto my lap, straddling me.
My dick was rock hard, straining painfully against my zipper.
The ties from Farrah's dress were still undone, her perfect tits still exposed and now staring me in the face.
I leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, causing Farrah to drop her head back on a sigh.
I kissed up her neck and curled my hand around her neck, pulling her mouth to mine as she started sliding her wet pussy up and down my length, making a mess of my jeans.
She suddenly stopped the movement and slipped off my lap. I groaned in disappointment.
Until I saw what she was about to do.