21. Hawk #2
“Bathroom’s through that door,” I tell her. “I’m headed there, and then I’ll be right back.”
“Should I be naked when you get back?”
“Damn right you should.”
I head into the bathroom and look in the mirror. I’m the same asshole I’ve always been, but I can see a difference in the easy smile on my face.
I have something I’ve never had before in my life. Something Sadie couldn’t give me, my family couldn’t offer. And no one has ever promised. Not until Veronica.
Hope.
When I head back into the bedroom, my bedside table lamp is on, and Veronica is completely naked, standing beside the bed.
“What’s up, babe?” I ask, toeing off my boots.
“I want to dance,” she says. “With you.”
I yank the T-shirt over my head and peel off my jeans. She starts a playlist on her phone, soft music that doesn’t quite drown out the booming bass of the party still raging in the compound. But I hear it.
I open my arms and hold her to me. She laces her fingers through my hair, and we sway to the song from her phone. I kiss her face, her mouth, and her nose. We don’t need words. I don’t need much more than we’ve already said.
I stroke her hair, and she runs her hands along my back down to my ass. My cock bobs between us, making it known that I’d like to make this dance a lot more horizontal.
She reaches down between us and strokes my shaft in her hands. That’s all the invitation I need. I pick her up and again set her on the bed, her full tits bouncing as she lies back. “Hawk, shit…”
I have my hands on her belly, gliding up to her perfect, perfect breasts, when she stops me.
“I forgot my bag out there.”
“Unless your pussy is in your bag, we don’t need it.” I run my fingers between her legs. “See?” I tell her. “We’re good.”
“I brought some things… I can’t believe I didn’t think about bringing it in here.”
I sit up, coaxing my cock to chill out. “Okay,” I say.
“Gimme two minutes.” I get dressed and head out into the compound, sticking to the perimeter to hopefully hide in the shadows.
The bag is exactly where I stashed it earlier under the bar, and I grab it, hauling ass to get back to Veronica and pick up right where we left off.
She’s sitting up on the bed, putting on a new playlist, when I come in. I lock the door behind me and hand her the bag. “I’ll be right back,” she says. “I promise to make it worth it. Get back in bed.”
She disappears into the bathroom, and again, I strip off all my clothes. I drop naked on top of the covers and wait.
When Veronica comes out of the bathroom, my brain just about blows out of my skull. She’s standing in the dim light of the bathroom wearing a sheer black lace lingerie set that shows more skin than it covers.
The lacy bra offers no support at all and allows me to see her nipples pressing hard against the fabric.
The bottoms are not even bottoms. It’s this sheer black skirt-like thing that attaches to black garter belts and sheer thigh-high stockings.
Her hair is loose over her shoulders, and she’s holding a bottle of something in her hand.
“Oh my God, Miss Hollifield…” My cock is wide fucking awake now.
She walks over to the bed and sets the bottle on my bedside table. She lowers her face to my ear. “Edible massage oil. Have you ever had a massage before?”
“Doesn’t matter. Don’t care. Do it. Start now.” The words are tumbling out of my mouth.
She laughs, her smile sincere and sweet. She pumps the sweet-smelling stuff into her hands and sticks out just the tip of her tongue. She tastes it and cocks her chin. “Vanilla. Not bad,” she says as she climbs on the bed.
I don’t move as she massages the oil into my legs, working the muscles of my calves and thighs. As she massages, she lowers her mouth to my skin, breathing hot kisses against me.
“Fuck,” I sigh. “It’s not even my birthday, but I got the best present of all.”
“You don’t know how hard it was to concentrate on the party, knowing I had all this ready for the end of our night.” When she gets to my balls, I suck in a sharp breath. “Tell me if I’m being too rough,” she says.
She brings the bottle into the bed with us and coats her fingers with more oil. Then she strokes the seam that runs down the middle of my sack, stroking me carefully.
I’m spineless beneath her attention. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was drooling.
I feel her mouth on my shaft before I feel her fingers.
The sensation is pleasure and torture. I want it all to never end.
She wraps her slick fingers around the base of my cock, and she lowers her mouth over the top, swirling her tongue along the ridges and veins.
She sucks lightly, then pops her mouth off the head and repeats the process.
“My turn,” I demand, not wanting to orgasm already. Fuck. “Lie back.”
We switch places, and she rolls onto her back.
I take the bottle of oil and pump some of the slick stuff into my hands. Then I head right for her tits. I tug the lace down even farther, so both of her breasts are completely exposed. Then I squeeze them, working my hands in long, massaging circles over her fullness.
She sighs into my touch, and my dick throbs with desire. While I’m tweaking her thick, hard nipples between my fingers, I lower my face to her pussy and breathe in the scent of her that’s even sweeter than the oil.
“Fuck, V.”
“Please,” she pants.
She’s not wearing panties under the lace skirt, so I move one hand from her breast and massage some of the oil across her pussy.
I slide inside her slowly, watching her body respond to mine. Memorizing every sigh, every moan, every nail that clutches the bedsheets, every loose hair that spills over her shoulders and onto my pillows. And then I fuck her until we’re both boneless.