33. Scott
CHAPTER 33
Scott
W hat is it about a woman telling you she wants your cock that’s the hottest thing in the entire universe?
I don’t care that there’s a nip in the air—yeah, okay, so it’s only a ‘nip’ because of the heaters, the oversized sweaters, and the giant pod of comfiness we’re in, but still. I want her nails on my skin, I want her to be able to kiss and claw at me, lick and bite my skin.
So, I take off all three of my shirts, leaving me bare-chested on the enormous squishy seat that Ares bought and donated to my Valentine’s Day surprise, along with the extra space heaters as well. I fought him, but in the end, he was right. It’s February in the Midwest. I’m lucky we’re not buried under fifteen feet of snow right now.
And while the blankets on the ground were a cool idea, I don’t think we’d have lasted the whole time without something more comfortable and supportive like this big-ass kidney bean thing and all of the extra heaters and blankets.
Nothing says happy Valentine’s Day quite like “Hey honey, my dick’s frozen into an unsafe-to-fuck dicksicle.”
She’d have flayed me where we lay.
“You are loco, Gizmo, put your clothes back on!” She reaches for my pile of clothes on the ground next to the buffet table, but I stop her, catching her wrist and bringing it to my mouth so I can drag my teeth along her pressure points.
“Loco.”
“Sí,” I reply. It’s one of the few Spanish words I both know and can say without making an ass of myself. Maybe I’ll ask her to teach me properly. Someday. Not, like, right now, but someday. I’d like to be able to talk to her in her first language. I feel like such a dumb fuck some days when she and the guys talk to each other.
I know they think nothing of it, but I’d like for them to not have to dumb it down to English for me all the time.
Athena runs her free hand along the length of my cock in my pants. Ever since I shot my load into my undies a little overeagerly, she has taken to getting my dick super hard in my pants. It’s like she’s trying to make it happen again.
I mean, she could. I’m already hissing through my teeth and tipping my head back, but I’d much prefer to blow my load inside her. Fuck.
Stopping her hand by grabbing it, I flex my eyes wide. “You want me to come, Bright Eyes,” I spear her hair with my fingers. “You’re going to have to do it with your pussy.”
Instead of snapping back at me like I had expected her to, she stares at my crotch, hungry, eager, and removes her leggings.
I shimmy down my pants enough for my cock to bobble free. It’s all-the-way awake; there’s a tiny pool of precum gathered at the tip, and my balls are pulsing with an insatiable need to squirt my cum inside this woman.
Fuuuuuck. Even thinking about her soft but strong as fuck walls gripping my dick makes me lightheaded. I’m so lucky she’s mine.
When I reach to grab her, she stops my hands, moves them up to ear level and tucks them behind my head.
“I want to ride you.”
I swear. This woman has a direct line to my libido and knows how to dial it up to an eleven… hundred.
She positions herself over the top of my cock and drags it through her soaking wet pussy. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t whimper.
I’m over six feet tall; I’m one of the best defensemen and fighters in the league and this woman’s pussy makes me whimper like a newborn puppy.
For what feels like forty-three hours and twelve minutes it’s as though that’s all I’m going to get, that she enjoys feeling the tension in my body, coiled like a snake ready to strike. It’s like she’s testing how long I can hold my breath for, how long I’ll keep my hands above my head, how long I’ll wait before I pick her up and spear her onto my dick.
But this is what she wanted. Her body, her choice. If that choice means making me wait until I feel like I might die, then so be it. Turnabout is fair play, though. If she can be a tease, so can I. We’ll see who gives in first.
Thankfully, I don’t have long to wait before she inches herself onto the very tip of my shaft. The nerve endings delight at how she flexes herself around me. She may only have an inch of me inside her, and her legs are straining under the effort of keeping herself at that distance from the ground, but fucking hell I might come just from that.
“Did you know,” I manage to grit out between my teeth. “Only twenty-five percent of women come from G-spot action or penetration?”
Her eyes widen. “I did know that. Why?” She blinks a few times. “And why are you asking me this now?”
She clenches around me as she drops another inch or so.
I shake my head, blowing out a sharp burst of air. “Because if I don’t, I’m afraid I might be known as your premature ejaculation boyfriend.”
The laugh she lets out into the crisp winter air lifts my soul.
“And if you ever fake an orgasm with me, I’ll not only know, but I’ll tie you down and make you come so many times you forget your own name.”
Something flickers in her eyes.
“And once you’ve forgotten your own name, I’ll make you come even more. You’ll come so much I can just say the word ‘come’ and your body will answer my call.” I’m not sure who that turns on more, my dick certainly gets harder, but she also drops herself the whole way onto my cock so I’m balls deep.
This woman must do pussy exercises every day. That’s a thing, right? You can work out your pussy? Regardless, she’s squeezing me so tight with her velvety walls that I’m pretty sure the oxygen supply to my brain is being snuffed out.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck.
She’s grinning at me like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. “You okay, Scottie?” Skimming my stomach and chest, her fingers find their way to my collarbones. When I nod at her, she sinks her nails into my skin and drags them all the way to my belly button, resets and does it again.
The sting makes me hiss, the hiss makes her grin harder and dig deeper as her hips start to move. Now, I’m in heaven.
My girl has rhythm, and with every flick of her hips she’s sending me higher and higher into the atmosphere.
The more she rides me, the wilder she looks. Head tossed back, hair billowing in the winter breeze, eyes holding mine captive like she’s feeding off the energy created by not breaking eye contact.
She’s bouncing harder and harder, driving herself onto my cock like she needs it. If her shirt was off, I’d be tweaking and tugging on those nipples as her perky tits jiggle and bounce in time with her movements.
I let her lead for a while, balls aching with the pressure of no release, but the point comes where I tip from patient and building toward my orgasm, to desperate and charging into it. I grip her hips; a sexy sigh slithers out between her lips as I meet her from below.
She drops onto me, I spear her from underneath, we meet, bodies slapping together in the moonlight. Her eyes flutter closed as my thumb finds her clit.
“?Ay! Papi.”
Satisfaction surges in my chest at the honorific. It may have been accidental or impulsive, but I’ll take it.
The more I thumb at her clit, the more her rhythm is disjointed. I may have the reputation of coming before I should, but I’m making her blow her load on my rock-hard cock if it’s the last thing I do.
The more her body tenses and jerks, the more her walls flicker around my dick, and the harder and harder it gets not to just let myself go. I read online that coming together is quite difficult to achieve but considering how ready to blow I am at all times with this woman, that may end up being how this goes.
Sweat trickles into my eye, my thumb slips, she squeals and gives me the stink eye.
When my girl gets close to coming, she has a tell. She starts muttering to herself in Spanish, so when those words fall from her lips, I know it’s almost time. Her hips thrust against mine, and to be honest, if I knew Spanish, I’d likely mutter whatever she’s saying, too.
Instead, I go with the traditional, “Shit. Shit. Fuck. Jesus. Fuck. Shit.” Which might sound much less sexy, but it’s still as effective.
The chain reaction starts deep inside her, her pussy gets hotter, tighter around my steel-rod dick, her body trembles. And just when she starts screaming, my orgasm is ripped from my core before I even know what’s really hit me.
The clenching of her pussy around my cock makes me lightheaded, my chest is tight, pulse hammering, and I grip her with both hands because the only place my cum needs to be is right inside her.
Fucking hell. The idea that I could get her pregnant, even though I know she’s protected, makes me shiver. I sit upright, pulling her against me as I pierce her raven black hair with my fingers to kiss her with all I have.
She’s limp in my arms as we kiss, but I still drive into her from below. She pats my shoulders. “I think it’s in there, Scottie.” She’s flushed, hazy eyed as she gives me a lopsided, bliss-filled smile.
“Hm?” Of course, my dick’s in there, it’s kind of how this works.
“Your cum.” She skims my jaw with her lips. “You don’t think I’ve noticed how obsessed you are with getting your cum inside me and keeping it there?”
Despite the fact she probably didn’t mean to address my dick with her words, it twitches inside her, making her quiver.
“I’m fine with you having a breeding kink.” She sweeps her nose against mine, clenching her inner walls against my semi. “It’s actually kind of hot knowing you’re so desperate to have your seed inside me.”
I groan, dropping my forehead to hers.
“Qué?”
“You said seed, it’s like an instant boner killer.”
She shifts her weight. “Still feels partially hard to me.” She shrugs. “It is your seed.” She leans toward me. “And I love having it inside me, too.” She grips my face and bites on my lip. “I never thought of myself as having a kink before, but this.” She nods. “I can get behind this.”
I bite her lip right back. “And I can get behind you calling me daddy.”
It’s her turn to groan and drop her forehead against mine with a clunk. “You heard that, huh?”
“Oh, I heard it.” My nipples might be freezing to the point they can cut glass, but I need her to know I didn’t just hear it, I fucking loved it.
She shakes her head, her face heating. “I’m sorry.”
I grip her chin. “No. Don’t apologize. I fucking loved it.” I make sure she sees the genuineness in my eyes as I say it. “I don’t care if it’s English or Spanish. Daddy, Papi, I don’t give a shit. If that’s what you want to call me, or say during sex, I’m one hundred percent on board. It’s hot as hell.” I pull her face toward me by her jaw, then nibble on her bottom lip to tell her to relax her now-tense face.
“Cálmate, Amor.” My Spanish pronunciation sucks, but I need to try to help her through whatever embarrassment or discomfort she’s feeling right now. “I loved it. It was a turn on. If you never say it again, I won’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I’d like it if you did.”
Uncertainty simmers in her eyes. “It felt right in the moment.” She gnaws on her bottom lip. “It’s not the first time I’ve thought about using it.”
I shrug. “Sounds like it might be something you should lean into. I never thought I’d have kinks either, but sometimes that’s just how it goes. You meet a person who makes you comfortable enough to discover new things about yourself and not hide them. I don’t want to hide the fact that I ache to fill you with my cum every time I look at you. And I certainly don’t want you to bite back calling me Papi just because you think it’s weird or makes you embarrassed.”
I shift her weight on my lap which sends a bolt of cold air between our bodies. “I want every piece of you, Bright Eyes. Every dirty, unhinged fantasy you’ve ever thought about, every kink or fetish you’ve ever considered may be something you’re into, I want it all. I want all of you.”
She’s still worrying her lip. “I don’t want to wear diapers.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “That’s what you’re afraid of? That having a daddy kink means you have to wear diapers?” I cup her face to stop her from looking away. “You can enjoy part of a kink and not all of it. Not to get too off topic while my semi-hard cock is still in your pussy, but if knowing your degenerate brother has taught me anything it’s that anything goes when it comes to sex.”
I pull her against me so she can’t escape. “If you wanted to wear them, I’m down. If you don’t, I’m down. You want to fuck another woman? I’m down. You want to bring in another guy sometimes, I’m down for that too. I want you happy. Truly, madly, deeply happy. So satisfied by me, by my dick, and whatever other tools you may need in the bedroom that you never need to hold back from asking what you want to do, or try, or need.”
She searches my face like she’s searching for a lie.
“But if we don’t move inside soon my balls might go blue and drop off for real.”
She laughs, but her eyes tell me she’s still processing what I said. “You mean that?”
I nod. Is there something she wants to try? Anxiety and excitement tangle in my gut as I wait for what she has to say. “I’d love to try bringing another girl in sometime.” The tension in her jaw and shoulders tells me she’s not completely at ease saying this out loud to me.
“Then we’ll talk about it.” I hook a thumb over my shoulder. “But, like, can we do it inside where it’s warm? The temp is dropping, and I’m pretty sure I saw some snowflakes falling. You don’t want your brothers to find us like this buried under a few feet of snow tomorrow, do you?”
She shoves my shoulder. “Why would you say that?” She lifts herself off me, groping for her pants on the ground.
“Cause I wanna fuck you again inside.”
She pauses, foot poised to go into her yoga pants. “Can we try anal at some point? I’ve never…” She shunts her foot into the material, not wobbling once, her core strength is enviable. “I mean, I’ve had a toy…”
Fuck. She’s back to trying to kill me.
I point at the door. “Yes, I’ll fuck your pretty little ass, Athena. Just… get the fuck inside.”
She sashays toward the door, casting a flirtatious glance back at me over her shoulder. “If you’re nice to me, I might let you try spanking me.”