Chapter 17
SUTTON
I’m not sure what exactly is being said but I heard enough to know she was fired from her job. I love to get Lila riled up so I’ve seen her annoyed or angry plenty of times. She’s still her cool, rational self. Not today.
She leaps to her feet, shouting into the phone.
“You prune faced, hateful, bitter, thin lipped, joyless gargoyle! Just because you’re aging like bagged salad doesn’t mean you can make everyone else miserable.
I’m sorry all you see when you look in the mirror is a giant cunt but that’s no reason to act like one.
I hope you trip over your ugly dollar store shoes and fall into traffic. Heartless fucking fish breath bitch!”
A snort leaps out of me at the bagged salad remark and I’m losing it by the time she calls her fish breath, but she isn’t laughing. She’s enraged and understandably so.
Her glare lands on me as she hangs up, and I shake my head. “Sorry, it’s not funny. That’s such bullshit. Is there anything I can do?”
“How do you feel about a homicide charge?”
“I have plenty of land to hide a body.”
She rubs her forehead. “Fuck. Fuck.” I call her name when she gets up and starts down the hall. “I’m fine,” she says, then closes herself in her room.
I’m not sure how badly this screws up her plan for her business, but I can’t imagine it helps. Music blares from her room. Part of me wants to go make sure she’s okay, but giving her some time to calm down is probably a better option.
After an hour passes without a peep from her, the music stops. I’m about to go check on her when she stalks into the living room, stares down at me and asks, “Do you want to fuck me again?"
Whoa. Not what I was expecting. Her question throws me off guard. With an annoyed exhale, she whips her shirt off, throws a condom on the couch beside me, then straddles my lap. My brain may be having trouble keeping up with this sudden situation but my cock is immediately on board.
A tiny grin appears when she feels it harden beneath her. “Is that a yes?”
My hands have a mind of their own, wandering up her thighs to the end of her little shorts despite my hesitation. “I don’t want to take advantage. You’re upset. We can talk about it.” God, her skin is so soft and warm.
“You’re not taking advantage. I know what I’m doing. I’m pissed and stressed. I don’t want to talk. I want to come.” She starts to stand up. “But if you don’t want to, I have toys. I’ll just—”
“No, the fuck you won’t.” I pull her back to me, and she plunges her tongue into my mouth. Her kiss is rough and aggressive. It shows me exactly what she wants, a good hard fuck to make her forget, and I’m going to give it to her.
When she breaks away, I grab her jaw, pulling her right back in.
The little moan she lets out is only the beginning of the sounds I’m going to wring from her.
The ferocious way she kisses brings out a primal urge in me.
I fist her hair at the roots, tugging her head to the side, and she grinds against me when my mouth latches onto her neck.
She reaches up my shirt, dragging her nails down my chest. I throw my shirt off, and we both strip.
Our feverish exploration with hands and mouths resumes after I roll on the condom.
When she rises up on her knees to take me in, I grab her ass before she can manage.
My cock prods at her entrance as I suck her nipple hard.
She tilts her head back with a stuttered breath.
When she tries again to sink down on me, I hold her tight, only letting the tip enter her.
Fuck, it’s a struggle not to bury myself in that heat, but I want her desperate for it.
Her body ignites like a furnace as I lick and suck her breasts, teasing the tip in and out of her. It doesn’t take long before she glares down at me. “Sutton, if you don’t put that cock in right now, I swear to god.”
That’s got to be the best threat I’ve ever heard. “I got you. No need to beg.”
“I wasn’t—”
Her argument is interrupted by a moan as I pull her down, sliding inside of her.
Her hands clamp on my shoulders when I’m a little over halfway, making me pause to let her acclimate.
She closes her eyes when our gazes meet as if that’s too intimate.
She raises up then lowers herself again, letting me in a little further.
Her lips part and the expression on her face is going to be a permanent fixture in my brain.
As soon as she opens her eyes, I kiss her then grab her waist.
“Look at you. So hot for this. Take it all, gorgeous.” She cries out when I drive up into her.
Her hands fly to grasp the back of the couch, and she starts riding the hell out of me.
She’s in control now and I’m not mad about it.
She scoots her knees back a little, changing the angle, and moans when it hits the right spot.
I have every intention of fucking her into oblivion tonight, but I’m not tempted in the least to try to take charge yet. This sexy woman is unashamedly taking exactly what she wants from me and it’s the hottest fucking thing.
I cup her bouncing breasts, and she meets my gaze, her mouth falling open when I pinch her nipple. “Yes.”
The desire in that one word is so thick. I feel her grow wetter and tighter around me as I roll and pinch her nipples between my fingers. She loves that. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me. Take what you need.”
Her breathing increases. She spreads her knees and alternates between rocking her hips and grinding on me. I keep playing with her nipples with one hand and bring my other down to rub my thumb over her clit.
“Oh yes. Yes. Don’t stop.” The words spill out of her in a rush.
“Look at me,” I order, and glassy eyes land on mine. “As soon as you come, I’m taking you to my room and fucking you until you can’t move.”
Her eyes slam shut as she clenches around me.
Tremors run through her, and the sexy little whimper I first heard through the wall fills my ears as she buries her face in my neck.
She feels so fucking good but I fight the urge to join her.
It’s a good thing I’ve already came twice today because I want to wear her out.
Fuck her until she’s too spent to think about anything but how I’m making her feel.
Before she can recover, I grab her under her ass and stand up without pulling out of her. She instinctively wraps her legs around me, driving me in deeper while I carry her back to my room and she gasps. “You’re still hard?”
“Did you think we were done? Oh Delilah, you really have to stop underestimating me.”
She grasps my shoulders when I pin her to the wall, as deep inside her as I can go. “Does that feel soft to you?” I nip at her ear. “You started this. Now you’re going to pay in orgasms.”
Her lips tilt up. “You understand that’s not a threat, right?”
She isn’t singing the same tune hours and countless orgasms later. “Come,” she orders me, and I pause.
“Are you getting sore?”
“No, but I can’t come again.”
There’s nothing I love more than a challenge.
I’m determined to get one more from her before I finish.
I pull out, stack my pillows at the edge of the bed and bend her over them.
Her feet dangle above the floor. The sight is something I’ll never wipe from my memory, her ass in the air, waiting for me.
There are no more rough thrusts. I slide inside her, both of us groaning when I’m all the way in. I’m not going to last much longer. But I know what she liked last time and I’m going to take it a little further.
My voice is as calm as my leisurely strokes.
“You can come again. I’ll show you.” She stiffens when I run the tip of my thumb over her asshole.
“I’ve got you.” Slowly she relaxes as I take my time, rubbing and pressing while I fuck her.
The way she melts, her pussy growing wetter, she loves this.
The thought of claiming her ass almost makes me come and I have to distract myself.
Not this time, but soon. She doesn’t look back when I reach over to get a small amount of lube. I slowly push my thumb into her ass and bury my cock, pausing to let her feel it all.
“Oh god,” she whimpers. I feel those telltale little spasms grabbing at me and nearly lose control. Gritting my teeth, I continue. Her whimpers and drawn out moans spur me on.
My deep, slow strokes are accompanied by my thumb working in and out. She’s so close. I’m so fucking close. I lean over to growl in her ear. “Are you going to come again or do I need to put my cock in your tight ass?”
Her hands fist the sheets as her entire body jerks. “Oh!” The scream that follows is glorious, almost as satisfying as the surprise I heard in that little oh. This one caught her off guard.
Her scream does it for me, and I slam into her, coming so hard I barely manage to stay on my feet.
Once I’ve regained my senses, I see Lila has crawled up to lie in my bed.
She’s on her back with the sheet pulled up over her breasts and she doesn’t move when I lie down beside her.
For a few minutes, we rest there, catching our breath.
Finally, I break the silence. “Where’s my sticker?” I tease, rolling over and propping my head on my hand to look at her.
“Who said you did a good job?”
“You screamed.”
“I thought I saw a mouse.”
My laugh makes her smile. She’s so gorgeous when she smiles. Especially with her cheeks all pink and her hair mussed. I’m glad to see her relaxed and not running away like last time.
“Are you going to avoid me again?”
She turns her head to look at the ceiling with a sigh. “No, I’m not. You give good orgasms. We don’t have to make a big deal out of it.”
“You say the most romantic things.”
With a snort, she throws her arm over her eyes.
“The next few months are going to be stressful and a ton of work. Sex is a great tension reliever and I’d rather not waste time trying to find some guy at the bar or something.
If we both want it, why not? I’m tired of doing everything the responsible way and having things go wrong anyway.
If this is who I’m going to be now, an unemployed woman betting everything on one opportunity, then I’m embracing it.
Fuck it. If I can take that risk, why can’t I get some off limits dick? ”
“Let me get this straight. You want to treat me like a piece of meat and use me for stress relieving orgasms?”
She moves her arm off her face and glances over at me. “Is that a problem?”
“God, no. Consider me your emotional support penis.”
Chuckling, she sits up and starts getting dressed. “We need to keep it between us. Obviously.”
Right. Amos. I totally forgot. I’m fucking my best friend’s little sister. Is that something I can live with? Lila stands up, and I watch her pull her panties over her plump little ass. Yeah, I can live with it.
“Will you hand me that pen on my dresser?” I ask, grabbing the notebook from my nightstand.
“What is that about?” she asks after I add a tally mark to the page. Her brows furrow and the little line appears between them. “Are you adding me to some sex list? Like a notch on the headboard?”
Sort of, but not exactly. “No. I’m keeping track of how many times I get off.
Thirty before I go back to the doctor, remember?
This works out for both of us. You get your stress relief from the best lover you’ve ever had, and I get a beautiful woman who fucks me like my dick owes her something. Plus I get my cumbers up.”
“Cumbers?”
“Come numbers. Try to keep up.”
“This might work better if you don’t talk,” she says, leaving the room in search of her shirt.
By the time I’m dressed, she’s lounging in the living room typing on her phone like nothing ever happened.
It rings and she steps out on the porch to fill one of her friends in on her night.
Not the part where she rode me like a misbehaving horse.
She wants to keep that quiet. And considering I’m not prepared to tell my best friend of twelve years that I’ve become his little sister’s sex toy replacement, I’m on board with that plan. For now.
While she vents on the phone, I return to the video game I was playing before the glorious interruption.
Dusty leaps onto the couch beside me and rests his head on my elbow.
The game gets boring so I switch to Third Place.
Lila still has her Small’s baby locked in a dungeon with a nanny.
I should’ve done the same because apparently Stone’s baby has been traded for a bunch of grapes. I didn’t even know that was possible.
“Did you give away my baby?” I demand when she enters.
One glance at my screen and she grins. “You mean Stone’s baby? It kept giving me annoying notifications to feed it since you married my Small.”
“So you abducted him?”
“No, I let another Small abduct him in return for some fruit. I can get it back. Just give me a divorce.” She flops onto the couch and picks up the TV remote
“Denied.”
She may be feeling a little better but it’s clear she’s dwelling on things. A sudden idea occurs to me. “Your boss is a bitch. Let me have her phone number.”
She blinks and looks at me like I’m crazy. “Why? I already cursed her out. I don’t need you to defend me.”
“I’m not going to call her. I thought you might like a little revenge.”
Now, I have her interest. “What are you going to do?”
“Put it in a few men’s bathrooms.”
Rolling her eyes, she picks up her phone. “I’m not trying to get her laid.”
“Will you just trust me?” She reluctantly reads off the number. I put it in my contacts for future use then return to my computer screen. “Delilah, why is there a man in my house getting into my bed?”
“Our bed. I upgraded it so it can fit three.” A smile stretches across her face. “We have a plural marriage now. Meet Peter, your brother husband.”