Twenty-Two
Oz
My focus was on my phone as I walked into the kitchen. I’d gotten the alert that there was movement, and that meant Winslet was home from school.
Since yesterday in the parking lot of the grocery store, I’d had to beat off six times. Last night, while I’d watched her sleep, I’d found the little vibrator she had named after me in her nightstand. I didn’t know why I hadn’t thought to look for one of those before. But after she’d told the sloth that she needed alone time with Oz Jr., I had been hell-bent on seeing her and touching her. She’d go back to the battery-operated poor excuse for my replacement with my touch on her body to remember.
I had just wanted to see what she used to get off with; I hadn’t planned on doing anything more than that. But she’d been lazy last night, and after using it, she’d not gotten up and cleaned it. Her scent was all over the thing, and the sticky coating snapped any moral code I might have been trying to hang on to. I licked her off of it and got so damn hard while doing it that I had to pull my dick out and jerk off while I made sure to get every bit of her arousal and cream.
Putting it back, I went to find the panties she’d worn that day and wrapped them around my cock to finish the job. As if she knew what was happening and wanted to give me a little inspiration, she kicked at the covers, and her legs opened. I couldn’t see up the leg of her shorts, but they were molded to her mound and slit, which was all I needed. Her taste on my tongue and her panties rubbing against me with that image had made it hard to be silent as I shot my load all over the pink satin and lace.
This morning, she’d walked into the living room in nothing but panties, and I had been on my way to the kitchen for breakfast. Seeing her, I turned around and went right back to my bedroom, praying to any god who would listen that she’d go get her little battery-operated toy and bring it into the living room to pleasure herself.
She didn’t, but she stayed bent over, digging around in the bag she took back and forth to work, so long that it was as if she knew I could see her and was giving me a show. The string in the back went right up her ass and between her pussy lips. I was groaning as I came when she stood back up, then took one of her pretty pink-painted fingernails and ran it down the back to free the fabric from her gorgeous, round ass. That had produced another hard squirt.
No one could ever know I was doing this. Any of it. I was fucking depraved. I knew breaking into her apartment at night was wrong, but I wasn’t about to stop. I needed it. Not to get off to, but so I knew she was safe. That the candle was not lit, that no one broke in, that she wasn’t sick and alone. This was ultimately for her safety. If she was going to walk around the apartment naked, then, yes, I was going to get my dick out and watch my own personal porn.
Right now, she was clothed, so no guilt. I kept my eyes on the screen while I pulled out a Muscle Milk and opened it to take a long pull. I’d just worked my arms in the gym at our house with Bane. He still had me by twenty pounds, but I was going to get there. I needed to spend more time on the punching bag, like he did. Once I downed this drink, I would head back in and start on that.
Winslet stepped out of view after dropping her bag, and I waited, but she didn’t return. I shut it off and put it in my pocket to see Bane was in the kitchen, watching me. I hadn’t heard him come in. He was supposed to be working on his legs.
“What’s got you looking at your phone every five minutes?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
I finished my drink in one long pull, ignoring that question. He had asked a few yesterday, and Halo had shut him down, which I appreciated. She had figured out why I had wanted to go to the festival. Or more, for who. To get her to ask Bane to go, I’d explained it was about a girl. She’d lit up, as if that was the best thing she’d ever heard. When she had seen me watching Winslet, she had told me I had excellent taste.
“Come on, man,” he said. “Something is going on with you. It has been since”—there was a pause, and then his brows drew together—“you got back from Louisiana.”
Having someone who knew you, understood you, was great. Until you wanted him to mind his own fucking business. Then, it was annoying.
I scowled and tossed the bottle into the recycling bin. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m the same.”
And he knew that I was full of bullshit.
I started to walk past him to the door.
“I saw her on Saturday. I waited on you to say something, but you didn’t,” he said, stopping me.
I closed my eyes and sighed.
Dammit, Bane. You had your baby and wife to keep you distracted. Why couldn’t you be distracted?
“So?” I replied, opening my eyes and turning back around to look at him.
“You didn’t want her to see you. You stayed hidden. She was with a guy. One she didn’t want to be with, but she was with him. What’s up? Something happen in the house you’re not telling me about?”
Every muscle in my body was tense. One part of me knew this was my best friend and he was worried about me. He’d have my back. There was the other part that didn’t like anyone asking about her. The need to protect her. Keep her away from all this. She deserved more. I wanted her to have it all.
“She’s an off-limits topic,” I told him. “I need to get back to the gym.”
I started out again, but paused when he called out.
“That situation won’t be easy. You’ve done shit to her brother.”
A warning I had not wanted to hear from him or anyone. I continued on, passing Than without a word. I could feel him watching me and knew he was about to walk into the kitchen and ask Bane what was up my ass. Just like I knew Bane wouldn’t say a goddamn word to him.
Ransom was coming in from the back patio doors with a blonde in a string bikini. Both of them had wet hair and towels. I’d seen her around before, but I didn’t know her name.
“You good?” he asked me.
I nodded my head once, but didn’t say anything more.
“Hey, Oz,” she said in a sultry voice.
Once, that would have gotten my dick hard. I’d have probably gone with Ransom to his room, and we would have double-teamed her. Not even the slightest stirring now.
“Halo and Hawk went shopping with Grissele.” Ransom told me what I’d already known. I had been here when Bane’s mom came and picked up her daughter-in-law and grandson.
“We got the place to ourselves if you need to burn off some steam?” he added.
He was offering the double-team I’d been talking about.
“I do—in the gym,” I replied as I walked out of the room.
The alert telling me Winslet was back in view went off. I pulled out my phone and told myself I was just checking to see she was okay, and then I would put it away and get to the bag. However, the sight of her wearing a tank top and those barely nothing panties she’d had on this morning, sitting down on the sofa with the box of Goldfish, had me changing my mind. She pulled her legs up and crossed them, giving me a direct view of her pussy lips being threaded with the strip of fabric that was supposed to provide more coverage. She put a handful of Goldfish into her mouth, then laid her head back on the sofa while she chewed, staring up at the ceiling.
She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard and poking against the cotton of her tank. I licked my bottom lip slowly. I should turn this off. Put it back in my pocket and go pound my fists until they hurt so bad that my erection went down.
She moved the box she’d been balancing on her knee to the cushion beside her and put it down. I would see what she was doing next, then turn it off.
That’s it , I swore to myself.
Her hand left the box and went to her right breast and gently squeezed. Never mind. Fuck that. If she was about to do what I thought she was, I had to go to the nearest bathroom. Stalking over to the one on the other side of the gym, I kept my eyes glued on the screen.
Her chest rose and fell with a deep breath while she kept kneading her tit. They were big and heavy. I’d knead them, too, if I could. Feel their weight.
Her other arm moved, and my eyes shot to that hand to see it slide over her open thigh as she uncrossed her legs and then bent her knees, placing the bottom of her feet on the cushion. I jerked open the bathroom door and rushed inside, locking it before unfastening my jeans.
“Fuck, darlin’,” I breathed. “Goddamn, that’s a pretty sight.”
The first finger she slid into her slick pink folds caused her to moan and lift her hips off the sofa.
Pull that tank up. Please pull it up.
I’d gotten a full frontal of them this morning, but I wanted to see them while she was finger-fucking herself.
That one finger pumped in and out slowly as she moved her hips. Her head back and eyes closed. There wasn’t any hair. She was bare. I was able to see that from behind, it looked shaved, but I couldn’t tell if there was a landing strip in the front or not.
“Ooh,” she moaned, just as I got my hand around my cock.
Shit. If she got vocal, I was going to come fast.
“Yesss, please.” Her needy tone was so damn hot.
“Who are you thinking about, darlin’? It’d better be me, or I’ll have to go kill a man.”
The idea of her thinking about some other man while she did this pushed me close to an edge that could be dangerous. Might be better if I turned off the volume, but I wasn’t going to. I wanted to hear the sounds she made.
A second finger sank inside her, and she pressed her chest out as her other hand left it to move to her thigh. She opened her eyes and ducked her head to look down at herself. I pumped harder. With her second hand, she pulled her lips open, and I gripped the edge of the sink.
“Lick me,” she begged. “Show me.”
Fucking hell! I would do anything to have my head between her legs right now. I knew how good it tasted. She used the hand holding open her folds to start rubbing her clit.
“Oh,” she panted. “Yes. That’s it. Lick me there.”
“Keep that up, and I’m gonna have a hard time not doing just that the next time I get you alone,” I snarled.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she panted, then bit her lip and tilted her head back with a look of pleasure on her face.
I’d thought she couldn’t be any more beautiful, but I’d been wrong. That was the kind of art that deserved to be worshipped.
Her abused lip popped free as she opened her mouth with a cry. “OZ! Yes!”
There was no time for my balls to tighten and warn me of the nearness of my ejaculation. Cum exploded out of me, and my knees buckled while my body jerked with each thick rope that pumped out.
“Yes. Oh, yes,” she moaned through her orgasm, a soft smile on her lips.
I savored every second of it. That had been my mouth on her sweet pussy. She’d closed her eyes, and it had been me.
Was this why she called her vibrator Oz Jr.? Had it always been me? How long had it been me?
Her hands went to the tops of her thighs as her feet slid off the sofa and to the floor. A small laugh came from her, and she then let out a growl of frustration.
“You are crazy. You need to seek help!”
My breathing was slowing, but my heart still thudded against my chest.
“Who are you talking to?” I asked, amused, while she sat up, then covered her face with her hands.
“UGH! You have to stop getting off to that man. It is not mentally sane.”
I chuckled. “Come on, darlin’. It’s not a bad thing. Think of it as saving lives. Because if another man’s name comes out of your mouth while that sweet pussy comes, he’ll have to die.”