Chapter Nine
Glistening Snitch
Ziggy
She leaned toward me, stretching across my lap to sit her glass on the table to my left.
“You could have asked me to set it there,” I pointed out, my breath teasing the hair where it fell over her shoulder.
“Maybe I wanted to inspire you to take Henny’s advice.” There was a smile in her tone, but she didn’t look at me as she said it. She was still draped across me, teasing her glass on the table. She was tall, the shirt coming to rest high on her upper thighs.
I wasn’t expecting her playfulness or such an invitation. While my brain momentarily stunned at the idea, my cock had no such objections. It twitched beneath her, reminding me that I hadn’t seen anything that ripe sprawled out for me since before my first deployment. I trailed my hand up the back of her knee and rubbed the back of her thigh.
I swigged and studied the curve of her ass like it was one of the world’s wonders. When the shirt slowly started rolling up toward that curve I was twice as captivated. Her skin was perfectly sun kissed, and when she bared that beautiful backside there were no tan lines to be detected.
This was definitely not Jolene’s bitter frame stretched across me, but an eager Spring thing.
“God, you’re beautiful, Ro.” I admired running my hand upward until I was balancing an asscheek in my palm.
“I knew I’d make you religious one way or another,” she murmured, finally peeking over her shoulder with a grin.
I grunted and slapped her ass hard enough to make her back arch. The muscle beneath my hand clenched protectively. I massaged the area apologetically and she pressed back into my touch.
“I might concede to worshipping you, but that still doesn't make me no papist.” I slid my hand up her spine, snagged her by the hair and hauled her up for a kiss.
She was ready for it. Our mouths warred until her tongue began to tease and taunt in an exquisite little dance with mine.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, when I came up for air.
Her hips rolled against my lap, that perky ass of hers wiggling in a plea of its own. I slid my hand up her back, taking the shirt upward until it was tangled beneath her armpits and her breasts were spilling out the bottom.
A contented purr sounded from my lap. It erupted in a lustful whimper, when I gripped her hair again and made her look at me. She had the bluest eyes, they were so lively, almost electric with that glistening edge to them. They were needy crystals, if I ever stared into any.
“Show me,” I quietly murmured.
“Anything,” She huffed, her hips still subtly squirming. Her breath caught when she finally connected with my cock, and she made a little whine as she ground at it through my jeans.
“That what you want, Ro?” I teased her.
“I want you to make me yours,” she huffed, her frustration becoming evident, as I kept that grip on her hair.
“You are mine.” I brought my beer bottle up to her mouth and teased it against her lower lip. “Now show me how you’re gonna wear that smart little mouth of yours out when I’m done back there.”
Her eyes locked with mine, and I swear that girl stared straight into my soul and smirked, before her tongue snaked out and curled around the lip of the bottle. I felt the tug and gripped the bottle tighter, when she used that tongue and her talents to draw it deeper into her mouth. Her lips hugged the glass as she made more of it disappear, the contents of the bottle lapping inside the container while I subtly countered the angle to keep from drowning her.
That was something I could have watched all fucking day, but my jeans were getting uncomfortable.
Goddamn it.
I jerked her head back, and the bottle dislodged with a pop that left her staring up at me again.
“Good girl,” I cooed. “Now, take a nip for bravery and let's get your medicine.”
Her lust-drunk eyes slowly blinked as I brought the bottle back and poured some between her lips. It trickled along the side of her mouth and down her chin, and she started to pull away.
I held her firm and snapped, “Eyes.”
They widened as her attention scrambled back to my face where she fixed her gaze.
“You like that tone, hm?” I smiled, while her cheeks subtly turned pink with my reminder. I leaned in like I was about to tell her the mother of all secrets, dropping my voice just a smidge, “Guess what, sugar? I like your obedience to it.”
Her face flushed full scarlet, and she swallowed hard.
“Look at me,” I demanded, dropping the bass in my voice again, “And don’t stop swallowing until I tell you to.”
Those beautiful blues locked on me and widened while I made her take the rest of the beer. I stroked her hair and back while she obeyed, murmuring compliments all the while.
“I didn’t notice how long those legs were until you stretched out.” I stroked them, giving her ass a squeeze when I brought my hand back up her body. She squirmed a little, her thighs trembling at times.
Once the bottle was empty, I set it on the table, took her upper arm, and guided her more soundly over my lap. Her hip lodged against my cock when she settled, and I noticed a bit of tension taking her legs.
I started with her back, rubbing it in long paths and heavy circles as I massaged a while. Once she relaxed again, I turned my attention to the front, cupping and kneading her breasts from the sides. Her weight finally relaxed over my lap, and I slid my hand down her side and gripped one ass cheek.
“You really think I’d punish you for cursing out a man who put you out of my company and your own car?” I asked, when she abruptly clenched her ass cheek beneath my palm.
I gripped at her tight muscle and forced it to relax with a deep-tissue technique that left her gasping and arching her hips against me.
“Is it wrong that I want you to?” she quietly squeaked.
I couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh, I know you do.”
I slid my hand down her crack and grabbed her pussy from the back, causing her to buck and gasp. Her hips finally stopped dancing when I began to tease my fingers along her seam and clit.
I tapped her thigh and she absently spread, “We call this the glistening snitch, it’ll betray you every time.”
Her legs wildly scissored, and I heard a muffled, “Oh my God,” as her upper body flailed.
“Don’t deny me access to that. I told you, you’re mine.”
I grabbed the back of her thigh, and she hesitantly settled and stopped twitching and kicking.
“There’s my obedient girl,” I soothed, running a hand down her lower back.
She flushed clean to her toes and modestly started to inch her thighs back together. I swatted her ass and she screeched, sending her legs scissoring all over again.
“Zig,” she blurted out.
“I can’t see it,” I patiently complained, though her using my chosen name rather than my government name did make me smile a bit.
It might have been the first time she’d tried it out.
“What did I say?” I quietly reminded her.
“Spread,” she whispered.
“Mhm.” I rubbed her pretty ass, giving it a squeeze of admiration while she slowly spread herself for me again. “There you are.”
I ran my knuckle along her pink slit and batted at her clit while she sucked in a bottomless breath that caught a half dozen times before she exhaled. Her legs shook as I trailed tight circles around that swollen nub, her pussy liquor spreading down my fingers and palm as that thing became wetter with every restrained whimper and throaty moan. Her whole body was twitching, and those sounds were becoming strangled as she buried her face in the cushion and arched her lower half up for more.
“You sure you want me to do what Henny suggested?” I teased.
“Ziggy please,” she cried into the cushion, the sound muffled but the need evident.
“I will,” I backed my fingers off her clit, and she started to roll and buck in search of them. “You just have to agree to my terms first.
“I do. I will,” she huffed, trying to come up and plead her case.
I slapped her ass, more firmly than I ever had and she landed back across my lap.
“I haven’t said any terms yet. Once I start, I decide when and what is enough. You don’t get to say when the lesson is learned.”
She groaned, burying her face in the cushion and rolling her hips in the air, “That’s so fuckin’ hot. Just do it.”
I knew she was just spewing whatever she had to, in order to get her itch scratched, but it was still concerning. I slap-grabbed her thigh, holding her leg in place while she flailed and screamed. I leaned into her, forcing her back down with my body, until my lips were parked near her ear.
“Don’t ever be that fuckin’ stupid.” I squeezed the area I just smacked. “You ask for a safe word. Every. Time.”
She was gasping and her head popped up, those big, blue eyes blinking wildly as she came out of her fog.
“Point taken. I quit. Lesson learned, big guy.” She started to squirm, in a not so needy fashion, but I held firm, keeping my weight positioned over her.
“Let’s consult, shall we?” I kept my left elbow pinned on her back and rose up, spreading her thighs with my right hand, “Glistening snitch determined that was a lie.”
“Oh my God,” she hissed, trying to scissor her legs shut.
“Stop,” I whispered, barely able to keep the laughter from my tone.
She instantly obeyed, and I stroked her hair off her shoulders and kissed each side.
“You are beautifully submissive when you want to be,” I complimented, causing her to relax and lay her cheek on the cushion.
“Good girl,” I slid two fingers as far into her as I could and those eyes snapped open, her hips angling to accommodate as her breath hitched.
Her body clung tight to my fingers, holding them hostage in a warm, wet embrace that drew a curse from me.
“Fuck,” I marveled, staring down at the glorious, pink flesh that was swallowing my index and fuck finger, “It’s like that?”
She peeked back at me, biting her lip just so. That girl could have disarmed the devil with that look, but the way her lips parted when she started throwing her ass back and fucking herself on my fingers left me gasping like I was being born again.
“Jesus fuck,” I injected every ounce of admiration as I could into those two words as that hot satiny grip slid from knuckles to tips and back again, reglazing everything in its path.
“Feed me your pistol,” she breathily begged, summoning my attention, and knocking every ounce of sense from me.
“What?” I reached to palm her face with my left hand, and she tipped her head back and kissed my fingers.
Her tongue darted out and danced around my tattooed index and fuck finger, and I huffed in amusement when she drew them across her tongue and swallowed them, her lips coming flush with the barrel of the pistol, tattooed across my hand.
I drew my fingers back and worked a third into her tight pussy and was instantly serenaded. Her unintelligible sound vibrated off the fingers in her mouth as she squirmed, only to groan and relax after a few seconds.
“That beautiful body of yours was meant to take this. Look at you, you’re fucking gorgeous, Ro.”
I swear, she glowed under my praise, her body arching back to that artistic vision I was growing so fond of. She started making those desperate, needy sounds and throwing her body back like she expected me to stop her again.
“I’m gonna push you over and light you up, ready?” I murmured at her.
She moaned and bobbed her head. I drummed my fingers deep inside her, “I didn’t hear you.”
“Ye– yeah, yes!” she stammered between those tortured sounds.
I curled my fingers and her cheeks locked around my pistol tightly. She lost her whole rhythm with sucking on it when I violently drove her into back-to-back orgasms that left her screaming. I clutched her jaw with one hand and showed no mercy with the other. I didn’t stop until my wrist was drenched and her body was limp on my lap.