Twenty-Seven
DALTON
F or the next three days, Essie lets me fuck her everywhere.
My place. Her dorm. The office. My car. In the bathroom in the lobby of JP Morgan as a big Fuck You for not matching my offer when Warner poached me. Any place where I’ve fantasized about working myself into Essie’s tight, perfect pussy, she’s game.
I even buy her a car just to fuck her in it.
“I don’t have a parking spot,” she informs me while she wipes cum from her inner thighs. We’re parked a few blocks from Georgetown, and she’s reclining against the rear door, skin misted with sweat and tinged with rose. The puffiness of her pussy lips and the vast array of hickeys on her neck and breasts all prove a point: I don’t go easy on her.
She takes me so goddamn well.
I capture her hand to lick my cum off the pads of her fingers. Then I pull her into my lap, open my mouth, and extend my tongue.
Essie draws it between her lips and sucks, groaning faintly.
It’s not a kiss—we never kiss—but there’s an intimacy here that almost scratches my itch.
I’ve come all over her face and licked it off, only to have her do exactly this—suck my tongue and take back the cum. I’ve covered her slender neck with one hand while I’ve sucked her nipples red—until she came from my tongue worshipping her sensitive breasts. I’ve let her squirt on my face and eagerly swallowed it down until she was physically incapable of making another drop. I’ve come in her pussy while whispering, I don’t understand how that tight hole can fit so much cock, but I’m obsessed, baby.
And I just want to kiss her.
Now, Essie releases my tongue too soon. I’m disappointed, but I don’t mention it. She’s so good at separating herself from this thing growing between us, and it’s an admirable sense of duty, I think.
I need to be better. I need to be better for her.
“You can keep the car at my place until graduation,” I offer. “Or I can pay for a spot near campus.”
Essie is thoughtful. “Does it make more sense for me to drive to work next year or take the metro?”
“Depends. Will you get a place near the office?” A place near me?
“Do you think I’m going to get an offer?”
“If we can nail this Villatoro thing, Hannington would never let you go.”
A smile spreads across her face, and it’s unreal how beautiful she looks when she’s thinking about getting the things she wants—the things she rightfully deserves. “Actually, Cora and I have talked about me buying her condo,” she mentions.
I hate the idea. The Halcyon is in Dupont Circle, which is less than two miles from my place. Technically, I could get to her in minutes…but minutes? Fuck that. “You could move in with me.”
“Be your roommate?” Essie teases as she drags her fingertips over my chest hair.
“I’d pay for everything.”
She’s smiling like we’re still joking. “I don’t know. I’m expensive.”
“I can afford you. Plus, it’d make it easier for us to film.”
“But we won’t be filming much longer,” she reminds me before she abandons my chest in favor of her phone, which is on the center console where we propped it. Then, she’s too busy playing the video we just made of me eating her tight little ass to notice the look of stark despondency spreading over my face when I remember this arrangement has a deadline.
That deadline is in ten days.
“You look so good when you do that,” she mentions, rotating in my lap so her back is flush against my bare chest. She nestles in, and she fits nicely against me. “Will you wear the Ghostface mask for the stream on Friday?”
It’s her favorite one. “Of course.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Feeling bold, I slide my hand over her stomach and caress her, which makes her snuggle even closer. Together, we watch the video, where Essie is bouncing on my cock with the thick cloth cheek of my ski mask trapped between her teeth. Fucking filthy .
“It’s unreal how good this is. Legitimately unreal. Like, I could go for a cigarette right now—do not tell Everett I said that.” I twirl a lock of her hair around my fingers. “I just, like, feel you everywhere when we fuck. It’s like you’re in my bloodstream.”
She releases a relaxed humming sound. “I watch these videos all the time. I don’t go a day without getting a fix of your cock.”
My heart flips. “It’s your cock, Ess.”
“I wish I could keep it forever.”
Forever . Essie never talks about forever.
“What would you do with it?” I ask, moving my hand between her legs. She’s still so damn wet—and I push the cum leaking out of her pussy back inside before plugging her with my middle and ring fingers.
Essie then tightens her muscles around my fingers, milking them . “I would worship it daily,” she replies. “I’ve never had anything like it before.” She pauses the video and sits in silence, perfectly still, before she turns and gives me a soft smile. “I love it, Dalton.”
***
Essie loves my cock, and my cock is a solid fifteen percent of my personality (with the other eighty-five percent being a mix of liquor, charisma, a really good body, being a little too rich, and my deep appreciation for Nancy Meyers films).
My smugness quickly turns into unease. The thought of Essie being deprived of something she loves makes me physically sick. She deserves it for all eternity…
…which is precisely why I end up in my bathroom with globs of plaster on my hands, my sink, and even my cheek. This isn’t going well.
Sighing, I take out my phone and open my group text with Lander and Everett.
Me
Code Purple
Lan the Man
No. Nope. We’re not playing this game.
Me
Code Purple.
Lan the Man
Get that shit out of here
Me
CODE PURPLE.
Evergreen
I’ll bite. Is Code Purple for when you get stuck in a bathroom stall?
Me
My hands are big. I struggle with the locks
You wouldn’t get it. You two are lucky you have dainty fingers
Evergreen
My dainty third finger is currently pointed right at the ceiling, asshole
Me
Pains me to admit I actually am in a bathroom but I’m not trapped
Lan the Man
Fine. Is Code Purple for when you’ve accidentally made a marriage pact
Because I know you’re in like three of those
They’re all going to show up on your thirtieth birthday
Me
Relax, it’s only two pacts
Evergreen
HOW do you accidentally join multiple marriage pacts??
Me
Not sure what else you do when you’re waiting in line for coffee…?
Code Purple means I made a mess
Need help
Are neither of you fucks going to respond
Evergreen
Sorry—trying to figure out how to leave a group text
Lan the Man
I’m nauseous. Call your mom. She dealt with this twenty-nine years ago and she can do it again
Me
Wait. I didn’t mean like a bathroom mess. It’s more of an arts and crafts mess
Good to know you guys would abandon me in my time of need though.
No jobs AND no loyalty
Lan the Man
Get fucked. Before this, I was literally in the middle of typing the most thoughtful text about your stream with Essie
Evergreen
Lan, that’s nice. I would have loved to get a text like that
Wow, Dalt. You’re a fucking ball sack.
Me
You’re just upset that my balls are big enough to block the sun and speed up global warming
Evergreen
Blocking the sun would slow global warming
How can you joke about global warming
How is this possible
Lan the Man
I saw his balls on the stream. Can confirm they’re a contributor to climate change.
Evergreen
You too, Lander? MORE climate change jokes?
I’m taking you both out of my will
I hope Cora, Essie, and Valeria like Encyclopedia Britannicas because I’m leaving everything to them
Me
I feel like we’re maybe off topic…Can you come over?
Lan the Man
Done. See you in ten.
Me
Ev, are you coming?
Evergreen
Apologize to the planet, Dalton.
I switch over to another text thread.
Me
Cora, if I give you a thousand dollars, will you suck Everett’s dick until he’s happy?
Cora Bora
What did you do to him? He’s playing the piano and singing to his orchids
Val Pal
Excuse me. Why wasn’t I extended this offer as well?
With Lander, obviously
Me
We both know Lan agrees to anything, so bribery isn’t necessary
Val Pal
Fair.
Wife
…Do I want to know?
Me
Nope, sweetheart. You don’t want to know…
Cora Bora
Wait, did you say something about global warming?
You are SUCH a fucking ball sack.
Me
Two thousand
Are you there?
…I think I owe Cora two thousand dollars.