A Spicy Nerf Gun War
Alek
I tip my head back against the seat rest, eyes closed, letting the simple fact of being in Hayvin’s driveway scrub away the garbage fire of a day I just survived.
When I first joined Cesare Baladucci’s company, I never expected to get such a rush from rebuilding a business from the ground up.
The hostile takeover part? Not my favorite.
But taking a company teetering on the edge and turning it into something worth a damn?
That, I fucking lived for. David’s father was a real bastard.
He didn’t care how many lives he upended when he swooped in and did whatever he pleased.
The people beneath him were invisible to him, but not to me.
I wanted to be the one who gave a damn when everything was falling apart.
Just a few months into my new job after leaving Cesare’s firm, it hit me.
I was bone-deep tired of making someone else rich.
I’d stacked up enough cash over the years for Hayvin and me to coast forever, but neither of us is built for that kind of empty comfort.
I needed something more, something that actually mattered.
Last month, over dinner, I confessed to Hayvin how hollow I felt at the firm.
The fire was gone. The fight had fizzled out.
She let the silence stretch, then asked why I didn’t just go out on my own.
Why not find a business that actually needed saving?
The idea sent a jolt of fear through me at the thought of having so many people counting on me.
Before Hayvin, I only had to worry about myself, and even with her, I’d managed to screw things up.
If I could break something as precious as us, what made me think I wouldn’t wreck a whole company full of people?
She let me have my space to work through whatever she could see fighting for life behind my eyes. Just sat quietly next to me with her head on my shoulder as we stared out at the lake.
After a while, she turned to face me and cupped my face in her hand. “You’re more than your past, Alek. Stop letting it have such a hold on you that you keep losing things that are important,” she said.
Her words struck a chord with me because it was something my therapist had been telling me as well.
So I pressed a grateful kiss to her lips and admitted she was right. That night, we mapped out my escape plan together. When I handed in my notice, my boss—thankfully not a Cesare-level asshole—just wished me luck and told me to call if I ever needed anything.
I was grateful.
It didn’t take long to find a company desperate for what I could do. Today was the final round of negotiations between me, the old owner, and a pack of lawyers. After a marathon day of signatures, asset lists, and endless legalese, I was completely wrung out.
Hayvin must have sensed it when she called earlier, because she didn’t ask. She demanded I show up at her place for a date.
No way in hell did I even consider taking a rain check because coming home to her after a hard workday has always been my favorite part. It’s something I’ve missed tremendously since I lost her.
I scrub my hands over my face harshly and yank my tie off, tossing it into the passenger seat of my truck before climbing out.
Her grass is getting wild, and the bushes are overdue for a trim, so I file that away for the weekend. Yesterday, I spotted her bathroom sink leaking, too, another fix to add to my growing list as I head for the porch.
I stop in front of the door and pull down the note sticking to it.
Hello, handsome.
Propped against the door, you’ll find a Nerf gun loaded with bullets. I left you some extra in case you’re not a good shot. This is the only warning you get. Catch me if you can.
My gaze lands on the oversized Nerf gun propped against the house, and a slow, wicked smile spreads across my face.
She wants to play, does she?
I unbutton my shirt, untuck it, and roll up my sleeves. Then I kick off my shoes and peel off my socks, stacking them neatly by the door.
She’s got home-field advantage, and I’ll take any edge I can get. Even if it means using every inch of my body as a weapon in this game.
We haven’t crossed that final line into sex yet. Neither of us was truly ready before. But lately, our kisses have turned hotter, our touches more urgent, the tension between us winding tighter every day.
It’s coming soon. I can feel it. I’m so fucking ready, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared out of my mind too.
I grab the extra bullets Hayvin left me and shove them into all the pockets I have before picking up the gun.
The front door groans as I push it open, and I mutter a curse. Should’ve fixed that squeak when I noticed it. So much for the element of surprise. Nerf gun raised, I slip inside, eyes darting, hunting for my mischievous woman.
“You hiding out from me, baby girl? Afraid I’m going to win this war?” I taunt, listening carefully for any sign of her moving around.
I sweep through the entryway and living room with no sign of her. Creeping toward the kitchen, a faint sound pricks my ears. I spin just in time as a foam bullet zips past my head. It misses by a hair, but Hayvin’s delighted snicker tells me she’s having way too much fun.
“So close, beautiful girl, but you still missed.”
I track the bullet’s path, gun ready, eyes sharp. There’s a blur of movement, and then I fire. Her squeal and the slap of bare feet on hardwood make me laugh as I give chase.
“You’re in so much trouble when I catch you,” I yell. “I’m going to spank that ass until it’s painted red from my handprints.”
“Not playing fair,” she hollers back before two blue bullets fly at me.
I laugh and duck out of the way before returning fire. “What’s that you said when we were bowling? All’s fair in love and war? I’m coming for you, baby.”
I’m lining up my next shot when a shirt sails through the air, catching me off guard. I don’t even see the bullet coming until it smacks me in the side.
“You little wench,” I call out, laughing.
I shrug out of my shirt, let it fall to the floor, and stalk quietly in her direction.
This little war just got a hell of a lot more interesting.
Bullets soar my way, so I slide back against the wall until there’s a break between her shots.
A pair of shorts lands in the hallway, and my cock stirs behind my slacks.
A spicy Nerf gun war was the last thing I expected to walk into tonight, but honestly, who could complain?
I strip off my slacks, leaving just my black briefs, and pad silently toward the bedroom.
She must think the coast is clear, because she glides out of the bedroom looking like a motherfucking vision.
I swallow hard, the plastic gun trembling in my grip as I drink her in. Dusky areolas peek through red lace, tempting me beyond reason. Heat surges through me as her nipples tighten, begging for my mouth.
Her distraction works because two bullets smack against my chest before her gun clatters to the floor.
“I win,” she whispers, reaching behind her to unsnap the hooks of her bra.
My gaze tracks the bra as it falls, then slowly climbs her body again. I lick my lips when I reach her perky tits, rising and falling with every quick breath.
A pretty crimson flush blooms across her chest, crawling up her neck until it colors her cheeks.
“Oh, baby girl. I think I’m the real winner here,” I murmur, stepping closer. “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you.”
I lift the Nerf gun and trace it gently along her collarbone, then down between her breasts, watching goosebumps ripple over her skin from the cool plastic.
She shudders, and I let the toy fall. The molten look in her eyes makes my throat go tight, my cock straining so hard the head peeks from my briefs.
My fists clench, desperate to touch her in every filthy way I’ve imagined.
It’s been so long since I’ve had her that just looking at her has me leaking.
Her gaze drops, and when her pink tongue flicks over her lips, I groan loud and raw. My hand drops to my cock, squeezing the head to hold back the release already tingling in my balls.
Holy fuck.
The last time I shot my load so early was before I even started fucking for the first time. Yet, here I am, with one look and a lip lick from my woman, and it’s about to erupt out of me.
Hayvin reaches out and removes my hand, placing hers along the head of my dick. The heat of her palm has me tossing my head back as a hiss sneaks past my lips.
So fucking long.
Desire clouds my head, but not enough that I forget to check in on her.
I place my hand over hers, stopping her from lowering my briefs. There’s a question in her eyes as she glances at me.
Lifting my other hand, I curl my fingers around the silky skin of her cheek, running my thumb along her jawline. “Are you sure? We don’t have to take this step yet. This isn’t why I’m with you. I love you, with or without the sex, Hayvin.”
Her eyes soften, brimming with those words she still can’t say. That’s alright. I’ve got a lifetime to wait for it.
She tightens her fingers, pulling another groan from me, and smiles sensually. “Oh, I’ve been ready, handsome.” She drops to her knees and peers up at me through her thick lashes as she shoves my hand away and pulls my dick from my briefs. “So ready.”
The hunger in her eyes devours me, sending wicked shivers of desire racing down my spine.
Her tongue flicks out, swirling around the head of my cock before her lips part and take me in.
The heat of her mouth engulfs me, dragging a deep groan from my chest as my hand slides from her cheek to her hair.
She sinks down my length until her nose is buried in the hair at my base, swallowing and squeezing me with her throat. My legs tremble as I cry out.
“Goddamn, baby girl,” I groan, tightening my fingers in her hair and locking my legs.
Hayvin’s hand glides down her stomach, slipping beneath the lace of her underwear. Her eyes flutter shut as she pushes her fingers inside herself, her moan vibrating along my cock.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I grit my teeth, using my hold on her hair to guide her over my aching length.
She’s close. Fuck, I’m close.
A rosy flush of arousal paints her skin as she grinds against her own hand.
When she tries to suck me back into her throat again, I tighten my fingers in her hair, holding her in place. Then I pull out of her with a hiss.
Her swollen lips form a perfect pout, tempting me to slide back between them, but I’m not ready to finish this so soon. Any longer in her mouth and I’ll shoot my cum down her throat.
No. I want her to come undone on my tongue before I finally sink into her heat.
“Enough,” I growl, sinking to my knees.
I tug Hayvin’s head back by her hair and crush my mouth to hers, moaning at the taste of myself on her tongue. My tongue claims her, a slick promise of what’s to come, before I nip her bottom lip and pull away.
“All fucking night, baby girl. I’m going to ruin you so good you won’t be able to move for days.”
Wrapping the fingers of my free hand around the wrist she has shoved between her legs, I stall her. Hayvin lets out a whimper of loss when I draw her hand out and bring it to my mouth. I wrap my tongue around her slick digits, laving her taste from her fingers.
Closing my eyes, I savor the taste of her, but it’s not nearly enough.
I crave more—her taste, her heat, her every moan and cry. Most of all, I want that heart beating in her chest. I want to love her until I’m dust, and even after that, wherever I end up.
Hayvin consumes me completely, and all I want is to drown in her.
Always fucking drown in her.
I gently push her back, diving on top of her and claiming her mouth again. She parts her legs, letting me settle between them. The lace of her underwear drags against my cock, and I moan into her mouth as I grind against her.
Our tongues tangle as we grind together, that thin lace the only barrier keeping me from plunging inside her.
I pull back, our ragged breaths mingling, and pin her hands above her head, wrists crossed in my grip. Her back arches, lifting her breasts to my mouth, and I can’t resist sucking her nipple between my lips.
I trail kisses over her face, worshipping every delicate feature. My tongue traces her jaw, leaving tiny bites as I move to her throat. The skin between her neck and collarbone calls to me, and I suck it deep into my mouth, marking her as mine.
Her breathy moan matches the way her hips roll beneath me, that damn lace teasing my aching cock.
I can’t help but mark her as my lips roam her body. She’s mine, and seeing my claim on her soothes something wild inside me.
“When I release my hold on you, I want you to keep your hands above your head. Understood?” I ask, lifting my head from her body.
Her eyes glaze over, her chest glistening as it rises and falls with her harsh breaths.
A slow smile curves my lips as she stares at me, dazed. I lean down, running my nose along her jaw, eyes closed, breathing in her intoxicating scent until it fills my lungs.
“Hayvin, are you going to be a good girl and keep your hands in place so that I can focus on eating that delicious fucking pussy?”
“Filthy fucker,” she croaks.
I throw my head back and laugh. “Oh, baby, I’m only getting started.”
One thing that will never change between us…
Sex will never be fucking dull.