Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
YELLOW
Beckett
“Are you sure I can’t help clean up?” Addison asked for the third time, sitting on the kitchen island and swinging her legs lightly against the counter.
She was eating the cake directly from the container, because although I’m a decent cook, baking wasn’t my forte.
So instead of making the world’s worst Italian cream cake and ruining her favorite dessert for her forever, I bought one from the bakery down the street.
“No,” I said for the third time. “I want you right where you are.”
“If you say so.” She took another decadent bite and moaned around the fork, which I was immediately jealous of. “Dinner was amazing, and you got my favorite cake. Keep this up and you’re going to spoil me. I’m going to expect this all the time.”
Shaking my head, I dropped the last of the dishes in the dishwasher and started the cycle.
“You should expect this, Bubbles. And doing so doesn’t make you spoiled. This is how you should be treated.”
She set the empty container next to her on the counter and licked the remnants from the fork.
She dropped that into the container, too, and then turned her playful, green gaze on me.
Two quick steps, and I was standing between her legs, tugging her to the edge of the counter and tasting the cake from her lips.
She moaned into the kiss and braced her hands on either side of my face, her palms scraping against my stubble. “A girl could get used to this treatment,” she muttered against my mouth.
“I hope you get used to it.”
“But I’m not a very good cook. Unless you want me to craft something for you, I’m not sure how to repay the favor.”
Pulling her even closer to me, she gasped as she poised precariously against the edge. My hands wrapped around her hips, and I smiled as her eyes went wide.
“You owe me nothing in return, baby girl. Your presence is enough for me. It’s all I ever need.”
A pretty blush flushed her cheeks, and she slipped her bottom lip between her teeth as she glanced down and let her hands drop to my chest.
“Well, that’s sweet, but I have a different idea.”
“Mm-hmm…tell me.”
She licked her lips, and I could see the thoughts flitting behind her eyes. I tightened my hold on her hips, and my cock stirred behind my pants just having her so close.
“You’ve tasted me, but I haven’t tasted you,” she said simply, and I groaned.
God, she was so fucking sweet. Dirty talk and asking for what she wanted were new to her, but she found the most adorable ways around it. Even sweeter, though, was when those depraved words finally did slip from her plump lips.
“You want to suck my cock, baby girl?”
She nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for me. Wrapping a hand around the side of her neck, I ran my thumb over her lower lip and pressed it into her mouth. The little tease slipped her tongue against me, and all the blood in my body shot south.
“Say it,” I instructed through clenched teeth. She closed her mouth around my thumb, slipping farther down it until her lips were pressed against my palm, and I could feel the back of her tongue.
My jaw worked as I held myself together and resisted the urge to tug her off the counter and push her to her knees in front of me.
When she pulled back, she grazed her teeth across my skin, and my mouth dropped open. Yes, that. That’s exactly what I wanted around my cock.
She sucked in a breath and let my thumb go with a pop. Her gaze was steady.
“I want to suck your cock, Daddy.”
With a growl, I lifted her into my arms and strode through the living room and down the hallway to my bedroom, the first door on the right.
I kicked it open with my foot and stopped in the center of the room.
Before I let her down, I planted a searing kiss on her lips and reveled in the feeling of her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my hips.
With one final, lingering kiss, I released her. She slid down my body and landed on shaking legs.
“Take your sweater off,” I instructed, and she immediately complied. She tugged the cream sweater off over her head and dropped it on the ground next to her. In only a pink lace bra, I glanced down at her pink skirt. “Skirt, too.”
She unzipped it from the side and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and moved it to the side with her foot. Her pretty panties matched her bra, and I cupped my pounding erection through my pants.
“Stay right here,” I instructed.
She nodded, and I retrieved one of the pillows from the small couch on the other side of the room.
She looked like a fallen angel standing in the middle of my dark room wearing only her underwear and ready for whatever instructions I would give her next.
I dropped the pillow on the floor in front of her.
“Do you remember your safe words?”
“Yes. Red means stop, yellow means slow down.”
“Perfect,” I complimented, reaching forward and tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. She smiled and tilted her head into my touch. “Now, get on your knees, baby girl.”
And she did just that. She dropped to her knees in front of me and directly on the pillow I’d provided. My baby girl was going to be comfortable as she sucked my dick.
My fingers weaved into the back of her hair, gathering most of it in my fist and guiding her face toward my erection. Still trapped behind my pants, she held my eyes as I pressed her face to my cock. Her lips landed on my head, and pleasure shot through me.
I pressed harder against her mouth, and she moaned as I directed her, shoving myself against her face.
I’d sent her the Kink List Nathan had introduced me to when he opened Abditory.
So, I had a better idea of what she wanted, and more importantly, what she didn’t want, in the bedroom.
A few of her interests were surprising, but others I had pegged from the start.
One thing she craved was for me to take control, and I was more than happy to do so.
“Undo my belt,” I said, and I loosened my grip on her hair enough so she could lean back and unfasten my belt.
I tugged off my shirt as she slipped my belt open and rested her hands on her thighs, waiting for further instructions.
“Such a perfect fucking girl,” I praised her.
“Unzip my pants and pull them off for me.”
She slipped the button free and unzipped them quickly, tugging them down my legs like she was just as eager as I was. I kicked them away and gripped her hair harder. She sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t resist.
“Stick out your tongue for me, baby girl.” She moaned and did as I asked, opening her mouth and showing me her pink tongue. “There you go. Stay right there.”
I tilted her head back a little more and pressed my erection, still hidden behind my blue briefs, against her tongue.
Thrusting lightly, her tongue immediately soaked through the fabric, her spit seeping through to my cock.
But she didn’t pull back or look away. She held her mouth open, tongue out, for me to use how I wished.
Spit collected around her lips and dripped down her chin.
And she looked fucking beautiful.
I didn’t want to stop, but I wanted to feel her mouth on my bare skin. I released her hair and shoved my soaking briefs down my legs. My cock popped free and nearly smacked her in the face. She laughed lightly, and the sound wedged itself in my chest, making a home right next to my heart.
“Don’t laugh at my cock, baby girl. You’ll give a man a complex,” I joked, and she shook her head.
“Never. You have such a pretty…cock, Daddy,” she purred.
There was a question in her eyes as she reached for my shaft, like she was looking for permission, which I gave with a quick nod of my head.
Her fingers wrapped around me, and I clenched my fists at my sides. She moved her hand up and down my shaft, slowly at first and watching my face for every reaction. Leaning forward, she squeezed the tip and licked the precum collecting there.
A deep groan vibrated through me, and I lurched my hips forward, searching for more of her warm mouth. Thankfully, she didn’t make me wait long. She slipped her lips over me, and I dropped my head forward, watching her push my length deeper into her mouth.
The head of my cock nudged the back of her throat, and she gagged, eyes immediately watering as she pulled back. But she didn’t let me go. She used the new spit covering me to easily pump up and down, letting her mouth follow the path her hand blazed.
“God, that feels amazing, baby girl. How does Daddy’s cock feel in your mouth?”
Her hand kept moving as she leaned back and peered up at me. “It’s so good, Daddy. Thick and heavy against my tongue.”
“I want to fuck your mouth,” I admitted through clenched teeth.
“Yes, please,” she answered sweetly.
With both hands tangled in her hair, she dropped her mouth open, and I loved how compliant she was. How much she wanted this, too. Her hands fell to her thighs, and I moaned.
“If you need to stop, tap my thigh twice. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, then popped her mouth back open.
I pushed into her mouth, and my groans bounced off the walls in the silent room. “Take a deep breath, baby girl,” I instructed. I saw the rise of her chest, then I buried myself in her mouth, not stopping until her nose was pressed against me and I felt the back of her throat.
She gagged, spit dripping around my shaft, and tears immediately spilled from her eyes. Pulling back just enough for her to find a little relief, I thrust back in and cursed under my breath as her throat tightened around me each time she gagged.
“That’s it, baby girl. Take all of Daddy’s cock. Just like that.” I tightened my grip in her hair and guided her mouth up and down my cock. Back and forth, I switched it up, fucking her mouth and using her mouth to fuck myself.
She took everything I gave her, green eyes filled with tears and hands firmly placed on her own thighs. The sounds she made were too perfect—gagging and choking on my length, groaning between thrusts. I couldn’t take much more.
Feeling my orgasm near the surface, I let her go and dropped to my knees in front of her. Grabbing her hips, I tugged her into my lap and slanted my mouth over hers, wiping away her tears and smudged makeup.
“That was so good. Daddy’s so proud of the way you sucked his cock.”
She moaned into our kiss and wrapped her arms around my neck. My hands slipped down her back and over her sides, reveling in the luscious curve of her hips before I slid my fingers under her panties.
“Wait,” she said abruptly, pulling back from our kiss. “Yellow,” she amended, and I sobered, dropping my hands immediately.
“Of course. What’s wrong, baby girl?” Her cheeks were flushed from the face-fucking she’d taken, and she was struggling to catch her breath. My cock was nudged against her panty-clad pussy as she was propped on top of my bent legs.
“I…I’m on my period.” It took me a second to catch on, because it wasn’t what I expected her to say. “So, we can’t have sex,” she explained.
Even with her poised on my lap and need bubbling beneath my skin, I took a breath and considered my next words carefully.
“I’m always going to respect your boundaries, baby girl, but we can have sex. As in, we’re physically able to. So, do you not want to have sex? Or would you rather not?”
She opened her mouth to respond, then snapped it shut quickly. A few more seconds, and she sighed. “Wait, so you would? Even though I’m bleeding?”
“Yeah, baby girl,” I said, doing a really horrible job of hiding my smile. I squeezed her hips and urged her to move over me, proving just how little it bothered me as her pussy grazed my still very hard cock. “Do you feel how hard I still am? I’m a man; a little blood doesn’t bother me.”
She sighed against my mouth and whimpered softly as her hips began moving of their own accord. With every brush of her heat against me, I needed her more.
“I don’t want to make a mess,” she whispered.
“That’s what showers are for. Or I can lay down a towel, then we get in the shower. Whichever you want. Or I can make you come just like this, dragging your cunt against my cock.”
I pressed her down harder against me, and she moaned, dropping her head back. Looking back at me, there was renewed desire burning in her eyes.
“I’ve never had shower sex before. Or period sex.”
I smiled and stood, my legs only partially asleep, yet I still managed to keep hold of Addison.
I carried her through my bedroom and into the en suite.
Setting her down, I flipped the switch and lowered the dimmer so it wouldn’t blind us.
My bathroom was dark with mostly gray tile, and the lights cast it in a muted glow.
“Wow,” Addison muttered under her breath, peering up at the twelve-foot ceilings and dual showerheads.
“I love that you love my apartment,” I said, stepping up behind her and unhooking her bra. I slipped it down her arms and tossed it aside. “And you can look around as much as you want later, but right now, I want to get you in that shower so I can be inside you again.”
She hummed and turned to me. “You turn on the water, and I’ll…get ready?”
Understanding dawned, and I nodded. Opening the top drawer of the vanity, I grabbed a condom and slid open the shower door, flipping on the water, and stepping inside, out of the way of the cold stream.
I set the condom on one of the built-in shelves and stood with my back to the shower door.
Less than a minute later, the door opened, and Addison cautiously stepped inside.
I scooted under the water, which had warmed quickly, and reached for her.
She’d tied her hair back out of her face, and I tugged her closer.
“I found a hair tie in your drawer,” she said. “I hope it’s yours and not another woman’s.”
“It’s mine. I have enough hair, I can pull some of it back.”
She clapped her hands together and peered up at me. “I should braid your hair sometime.”
Amused by her excitement, I smiled down at her. “Sure, baby girl. Whatever you want. But right now…”
“Yes,” she said, pushing up on her toes and reaching up to clasp her hands around my neck. “You inside me, right?”
I grabbed beneath her ass and lifted her into my arms. “Yes, me inside you.”