Sixteen
SIXTEEN
I lay on my back with Dagen’s head on my chest, her chestnut brown hair tangled from my fingers twisting and pulling at it when I fucked her from behind the second time. Her short fingernails tickle me and she runs them up and down my taut abs. I’m not big and bulky like many gym-heads, but my muscles are defined and I know they make many women drop to their knees in praise.
She’s been inspecting my tattoos for the last several minutes and suddenly stops short of diving beneath the sheet to grab my dick, and I so badly wish she would.
“Is that…” she pauses and pushes up on her elbow, lowering her head closer to my growing erection. “Is that a woman spitting on your–”
“Dick? Yes. Not the wisest decision I’ve ever made.” She laughs and relaxes back into my arms. “If you think that’s bad you should see the ones Malik and Danté chose. Mine looks tame.”
“Um, no thanks. I’ll take your word for it.”
Silence falls over us and I stare up at the ceiling fan that whirs. I replay the look in her eyes when she orgasmed the first time I fucked her. I saw the way her pupils enlarged when she watched my cum pour out all over her stomach. It was a beautiful sight to see and I want to witness it over and over again until I’ve had my fill. Or until she has to leave, which may come first.
She sighs and runs her hand along the snake that coils around my torso. “I guess I better get back to my room. It’s getting really late and you probably want to get some sleep.”
My arms clamp around her tightly when she tries to roll off of me. “What makes you think you’re getting out of this bed? No no, little mouse. I’m far from done with you.”
“I didn’t think you were the kind of guy who let women sleep over.’
“What kind of guy do you think I am?” I ask her, my curiosity piqued.
“I assumed you were the fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em type.”
I swiftly roll us over and flatten her to the mattress as I hover above her. “Fuck ‘em and chuck‘em? Give me some credit. I at least feed them a snack before sending them on their way.”
Her mouth falls agape and a little squeak rolls out. “You jerk,” she gasps.
I laugh and silence her with a kiss, stealing the breath from her lungs. She becomes pliant in my hands almost immediately and my body yearns to have her again. I run my fingers all along her rib cage, smoothing over her curves and feeling goosebumps roll across her body.
I release her and nuzzle into her neck. “Daddy Vaughan sure isn’t going to like how I violated his baby girl.”
She scrapes her fingernails across my scalp and down my neck and back. “What daddy doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Are you about to tell him you fucked his daughter against your windows?”
“Nope. Because I fucked you on my bed. I ate your pussy against the windows.” I tap the tip of her pert nose and she smiles back.
I bet if I could see her face more clearly her cheeks would be tinged with red.
“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to. Same difference.”
“Stay here, with me, tonight,” I tell her.
The thin ring of green around her black pupil is electric and it hypnotizes me. So quickly this woman has me under her spell and I know I’m in trouble.
“Okay.” Her whispered words are music to my ears and I want to show her the ways we ‘dance’ so perfectly together.
“You’re late,” Miss Shirley barks as I walk into the office.
I look at my watch, already knowing I’m late, but seeing just how far past starting time I am. I haven’t bothered to look at a clock today, because I was too busy being wrapped up with Dagen. When I see the time flip to eleven twenty-three, I cringe.
“Yeah. Sorry. I had some things to take care of this morning.”
“Mhmm,” she mumbles, eying me skeptically.
I hang my head like I’ve just been scolded by my mother, and beeline for my office where I promptly close the door and sit at my desk.
Before I can even fire up my laptop, my phone begins buzzing in my pocket. With a sigh, I lift up from my chair slightly and retrieve it from my back pocket. My sigh turns deeper when I see Malik’s name on the caller id.
“What’s up, Mal?” I answer.
“Hey loverboy.” His voice is drawn out and lyrical like he’s singing a song. “How’s married life?”
“What the fuck are you talking about.”
“You and Dagen. Are you like two birds sitting in a tree, KI-SS-ING?”
I roll my eyes and I wonder what I was thinking when I agreed to be this man’s brother. “You’re an idiot. The girl needed a place to stay. I wasn’t going to leave her out on the streets. That’s all.”
He laughs sarcastically. “A pillow to rest her head on is one thing. But offering her rides on your dick like it’s a carousel is another thing completely.”
“Shit,” I curse under my breath because how the hell did this fucker find out.
“In case you’re wondering, Kinsley told me after she went by your place this morning to take Dagen to breakfast. When she wasn’t in the room, she let herself into the main house and heard you two… talking .”
I groan and flop my head back against my chair. If ever someone wants to announce something to the entire town of Cattywump Bay and surrounding cities, all you have to do is tell McKinsley Sawyer. Forget hiring a billboard sign. She’ll be in people’s ears with business that isn’t hers to tell quicker than a jackrabbit during mating season.
“So. Are there wedding bells in your future?” He sounds like one of the obnoxious kids he teaches.
“No, there aren’t wedding bells. She’s just…someone to pass the time with. Why are you even asking me that?” I pound my password into the keyboard, irritated and ready to rush back home and lock myself in and the world out.
“Oh Henny. I don’t think she’s someone to pass time with. That kiss you two shared at T and D the other night wasn’t a simple peck on the cheek that I suspect Danté would have received if he had won. I’m sure he would’ve tried, but I don’t think she’d take the bait. But you…you had her hooked like a goddamn mudcat. She watched every twitch of your muscle. It was so obvious she wanted you. Then I hear you took her out last night.”
“How do you know that?” I jump up from my seat and grip my phone tighter.
With a huff he replies, “I have my ways.”
I begin pacing around my office, feeling like the walls are caving in on me. If Kins knows and is talking to Dagen the way Malik is speaking with me, then maybe she’s starting to form ideas in that pretty head of hers. What if she thinks we’re a couple after sleeping together. I don’t know if she’s a clinger.
“Mal, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Wait. Wha–” I abruptly end the call and don’t bother to hear what he was about to say.
I quickly stab at the numbers on my phone, copying the same ones on the paper that still sits on my desk, and bring the phone to my ear. It rings three times before she answers.
“Hello?”
“Hey. Dagen?”
“This is. And who may I ask is calling?” Her voice is proper and stiff like I’m some fucking solicitor trying to sell her new phone service.
“It’s Hendrix.” I bark out, slightly harsher than I mean to be.
“Oh. Hi. Um, is everything okay? You just left like, thirty minutes ago.” I hear water running in the background and I wonder if she’s washing dishes.
“Yeah. I just want to check to make sure we’re on the same page about–are you washing dishes, or something?” I finally ask when the loud splash breaks my focus.
“No. I was just about to get in the shower. I had one foot in when you rang, so I jumped out really quick, not thinking to turn it off. Sorry.”
My gut tightens, feeling like I was just kicked in the balls. I picture her gorgeous body wet and slick and all reason flies out the window.
“Get in that shower and don’t get out until I’m there,” I growl, already slamming my laptop shut and digging into my pocket for my car keys.
“Wh-why?”
“Just stay there. Okay? Please?” My voice is desperate as I am.
“Okay. I’ll stay.”
I breathe out a quick goodbye and rush out from my office, slamming the door behind me and hauling ass through the break room. I stomp out into the lobby and Miss Shirley’s eyes pop with surprise.
“Be back. Something came up.” I practically run past her and straight to my car.
My tires screech as I peel out of the parking lot and fishtail when I spin out on the road. I watch my rearview for cops because I’m doing seventy in a thirty-five and I don’t plan on slowing down until I have her in my arms.
My engine rumbles as I fly past vehicle after vehicle, weaving in and out of lanes. I speed closer to home and blow through the last light when I notice there isn’t any oncoming traffic. When I finally reach my street and up my driveway, I stop just short of plowing through my garage door.
My seatbelt gets thrown off and I jump out of the car like it’s a ticking time bomb about to strike zero. The front door slams against the wall and I don’t worry about closing or locking it, and hurdle over furniture like I’m in the Olympics. Taking the stairs two at a time and burst through the loft door after racing down the hallway.
The shower is still running and I fling open the door to see Dagen standing under the spray. She yelps in that squeaky voice when the bang pulls her from the comfort of the warm water. I walk towards her, stumbling as I try to kick off my sneakers and pull my shirt off at the same time.
“Did you really just leave work to come here?” She shouts over the splashing of the water on the tiles.
“Yes, so you better fucking be ready for me, because it was hell driving with a hard-on.” I yank my feet free from my jeans and step into the shower, nearly shattering the glass with the force I jerk the door closed with.
Words and greetings are tossed to the side when I scoop her up in my arms and press her to the cold wall. Her back arches and her legs wrap around me, bringing her glorious pussy right where I need it.
I attack her mouth and grip her tightly as the remaining soap washes away. Her fingers claw at my scalp and she moans into my mouth, gyrating her hips and begging for purchase.
“I don’t have a condom but I’ll pull out. I promise,” I mumble against her wet lips.
She pulls away and looks into my eyes. “I only worry that you’re—you know. Are you?”
“I am. I wouldn’t lie about that.” Her greens search my blues and I wait for her to tell me yes or no.
She runs a hand over my jaw and whispers, “Okay. I trust you.”
Without waiting another moment, I grip the base of my dick and slide into her, so wet and so warm. Her cries set me off and I begin to plunge into her deeper and deeper. The feeling that comes over me is like heat on your bones when you’ve spent a lifetime in the cold.
Her head smacks the tile when her head falls back and a moan floats off her tongue.
“Are you okay,” I grunt out between thrusts.
“Yes. Don’t stop.” She scratches my back, trying to hold on and I fuck her harder.
Our bodies suction together, the water sluicing between us and causing us to slide. I need more. I must have more.
I pull out of her –probably a bit too harshly– and drop her to her feet. Her hands flatten to the wall but I spin her around, gripping those luscious hips and dragging them towards me.
When she starts to step her entire body to me, I lay my hand on her head and tell her, “No baby. Bend over and put your hands on the wall. Stick that beautiful ass out and let me watch the way it shakes as I tear you up.”
I push on her head while pulling her hips, and she braces her arms and bends over. Her spine curves when she sticks her ass out more. I can’t resist smacking it hard and stare at the spot that reddens with my handprint. I spread her full globes wide with my thumbs and see the way she opens up for me.
My mouth salivates for her taste and I hunch over to sample her. I let my tongue run from her sweet pussy to her puckered hole that I tease, circling a forbidden place. A breathy sigh of pleasure can barely be heard when it leaves her lips. I promise myself to return to eating my treat later tonight, but right now I need to be back inside of her.
Standing again, I slam into her, pulling a sexy mewl from that beautiful mouth. I pump in and out, loving the way my dick looks shoved in and out of her tight hole. She sucks me in and I feed her every last inch.
“Hen-drix.” My name sounds like a plea when she speaks. “I’m so close.”
My hand snakes around her waist, my fingers heading straight for her clit. “Let’s get you all the way there, little mouse.”
I begin to rub and roll her swollen clit between my calloused fingers and she cries louder, the melody echoing all around.
“Fuck. You feel so good. Do you know how perfect your sweet pussy is?” She shakes her head as best as she can with her cheek mashed to the wall. “It’s perfect for me. I want to wear it out.”
I pinch her nub hard and a piercing scream follows. Her body convulses and she begs God to never let it stop. Dagen’s fingers scrape the tile, trying to anchor herself to it, but it’s no use as I continue to slam harder and harder.
She sags and her arms can barely keep her stable from slumping to the floor. My balls start to tingle and my toes grip the wet tiles. I feel the first drop of cum and strangle the base of my dick, withdrawing it from the comfort of her tight walls.
“Get on your fucking knees little mouse and open wide.” I’m holding on to my cock and my sanity for dear life. “Now Dagen,” I bark and she scrambles to obey.
My hands guide her to face me and she sits on her knees. I squeeze her jaw, causing her mouth to fall open. It’s a beautiful sight. Dagen on her knees before me, her pouty lips pried open and those gorgeous eyes looking wild.
My hand jacks my dick, pumping back and forth. The orgasm I was holding back I chase once again. It builds and my bulging head throbs until it finally explodes. I coat Dagen’s mouth and chin with cum and it drips down, droplets falling to her breasts.
My teeth gnash painfully and my body goes rigid with my release. When my dick softens, I open my eyes and see Dagen with a mouthful of me. I gather the cum still leaking from the corners and shove my fingers into her mouth, returning every trickle where it belongs.
“Swallow it. Don’t you dare waste it, little mouse.” She struggles to swallow with my hand still holding her mouth wide, so I let it slide out and slam it shut.
I watch her throat work as it washes down. Her pink tongue licks her coated lips, doing just as I told her and not wasting an ounce. Her chest heaves when she’s finished and a smile radiates across my usually hardened face.
“You look so goddamn good on your knees for me, little mouse. Maybe I’ll keep you there.” Her body shakes as the water turns cold and I quickly lift her into my arms and cleanse her of our dirty deed.
When I’m done, her head rests on my shoulder and I reach for a towel to dry us off. Carrying our damp bodies to the bed, I lay down with Dagen tucked into me.
My head is a mess with thoughts of her being here.
We fall asleep and when I open my eyes again, I don’t know what time it is or where I am for a moment. When I realize I’m wrapped up in Dagen, I fall back into the comfort of knowing she’s still with me. I quickly fade into the reality of a cold and empty life that will exist when she’s gone. It’s one that I know so well and probably will for the rest of my days.