Chapter 9
The whole drive home,my mind replayed last night over on repeat. I couldn’t get her out of my head. Was it as good as my mind was portraying or were we like drunk teenagers who sloppily fell into bed with each other.
Titus was going to kill me.
Never had I thought of Arizona as anything more than my best friend’s daughter and yet, here I am, racing home because I need to make sure she is okay. I need to make sure I haven’t fucked us up.
Look at me using us.
There is no us.
I moved her in with me while Titus was working away. Now, well, somehow, we are this messy, complex and fucked up situation that I have no idea how to navigate. I made the first move. I was the one who made the mistake. Not a mistake though, not in my eyes.
Shit, see, I am so fucked up over this.
I’ve forgot what right and wrong is, even though deep down I know how wrong this actually is. Of course, it is wrong. It’s hardly right, yet I can’t seem to stop wanting it to be right. Begging for it actually.
She is all I want to taste. All I am craving. She is all I want to touch, to feel her caramel silky skin under my fingertips knowing she is forbidden. Forbidden is always more fun, right?
Just not when I have a six-foot four best friend who would knock me the fuck out. I’m kidding. He would fucking bury me.
He wouldn’t hesitate.
Bam.
Dead.
Gone.
No one would know. They would be told I had gone to live on a farm or some shit, bit like the spin you tell kids when their dog died but you don’t want to tell them that their dog died.
“It’s okay little Jimmy, Fido went to live on a farm far, far away with all of his doggy friends.”
Never got it myself.
Suppose I never had to.
Never had a dog.
Pulling curb side my phone vibrates and I see a message from Lucy.
Fuck it.
Cutting the engine, I snatch my phone out of its holder and read the message.
Luce
Still on for dinner tonight? Looking forward to that promise you made me a few weeks back.
Scrubbing my face, agitation ignites inside of me.
Me
Might have to take a rain check, shit loads of work.
A lie.
But fuck it.
I’m over it today already, I don’t need to be worrying about her at the moment. Good oral game, pretty face, but not sure if I want to pursue anything more.
Running through the front door, taking the steps two at a time because I needed to find her. I found her easily, but hadn’t prepared myself for what I did see though.
Wearing nothing but little white panties, pulled fully to the side exposing her, her fingers circling her clit and a vibrator edging her. Her face is turned up, head rolled back and she is too lost to even notice she has an audience.
That heavenly moan passes her lips and my body reacts in a way it never has before. Craving her. Wanting her.
Leaning against the door frame, my arms are crossed over my chest, my dick hard.
Finally, her head rolls forward, satisfaction painted over her pretty face and after a moment or two of her enjoying her post orgasm bliss, her eyes open and land on mine.
Possessiveness wraps around me like a tailor-made suit. Eyes darken to almost black as I look at her through my lashes. Heart thrashing in my chest, high on adrenaline.
“Arizona…” I rasp and fuck her name sounds a little too good dripping off my tongue. Her doe eyes all wide and wanting, glistening with lust. Her pouty, pink lips parted and wanting to be kissed. “What have you done?”
“I… I…” she stammers, her eyes falling from mine to look at the used toy on the bed. Her trembling fingers skim across to try and cover herself but there is no fucking chance I am missing out.
I am in front of her in three steps. Closing the gap.
Her head tips back, her wondering eyes bouncing between mine as I wrap my hand round her wrist and pull her hand away.
“What are you doing?”
“Enjoying every fucking second of this before I realize what the fuck I am doing…”
I sink to my knees, hands on her hips as I pinch her skin and that’s when I notice a deep purple pinch mark on the curve of her hip; I growl. My eyes scan up her body to the marks on her neck.
Anger burns my blood, my hands push inside her thighs as I part them further and bury my tongue inside her pussy, not giving her a chance to try and stop me. Wouldn’t let her anyway.
“Keaton… we shouldn’t… Oh, fuck, yes… shit,” she whimpers into the room, and I smirk.
Sucking her clit, my tongue rubs softly, head moving side to side as I enjoy every fucking second of this.
Looking up at her through my lashes, her lips are parted, cheeks all fucking rosy in a soft pink, just like the cherry blossom trees that line the sidewalks.
Teasing a finger at her opening, her hips roll, silently begging for me to fill her.
“Beg me,” I groan, lifting my lips from her for just a moment and seeing how my lips are still connected to her pussy, a string of her arousal tying us together.
“I don’t beg,” she whispers, her eyes watching with intent.
“You don’t come then Blossom.” Where the fuck did that come from? Not mad about it though. “It’s that simple.” My lips brush softly on the inside of her leg, soft, wet kisses coating her warm skin.
“Don’t,” her voice trembles as I glide my fingers up and down her pussy, avoiding her swollen clit.
“Don’t what?” playfulness laces my voice.
Her cheeks flame a deeper pink.
“Tease me,” she pants, squirming in her spot.
“Then tell me what you want me to do, there is no point being shy baby. My mouth is inches from your pretty pussy. We’re way past shyness.” I kiss her clit gently, my fingers caressing her delicate skin.
Not going to lie, I am so close to giving in. Her pussy is my drug. Highly addictive. Craving it constantly.
“Keaton…” she whispers, my warm breath dancing over her sensitive clit.
“Beg,” my voice comes out needy and I am the one on my knees begging for her to let me continue eating her cunt. I am famished. “Beg me baby, I need to taste you again.”
She quivers, her bottom lip being dragged in by her teeth.
“Taste me, fill me, just…” and she doesn’t even get a chance to finish her plea as my tongue is on her clit, my fingers slipping slowly into her tight pussy. “Yes,” she pants, her fingers tightening on the ablaze sheets beneath her.
I coax her orgasm, the tip of my curled fingers rubbing her g-spot causing her back to arch, her tits pushed out. Kneeling up and instantly regretting moving my mouth off her pretty pussy, I lock my tongue round her pert nipple and treat it to the same attention as I did her clit while my fingers are still buried deep inside of her.
“This can’t happen again,” she whispers against my lips and the need to fuck her barrels over me.
“I know,” I murmur against the skin of her chest, gliding my lips up to her neck.
“We need to promise.”
“Promise,” I muster, and I have already decided that I am going to break that promise. A lot, most likely.
Her fingers fumble at my fly and I remove my fingers out of her, pushing them to my lips as I suck them clean.
Her eyes widen when she frees my cock from my pants.
“Condom,” she licks her lips, breathy moans filling the room as I take a moment to just admire her.
Turning, I walk towards my bedroom and give no fucks that my cock is resting against my stomach as I raid my nightstand.
This is not what I had planned when I drove home from work.
I wanted to actually sit and talk to her.
Yet, here I am again. Crossing every fucking line. Man, what am I talking about; there is no fucking line. The line is gone, I crossed that line hours ago. It’s nothing but a mere distant memory.
Kicking my pants off as I walk into the room, I toss her the condom as I fumble with the buttons of my shirt. She is up, on her knees resting on the bed as her small hands skim up my chest and I don’t miss the way my skin burns at her touch. In a good way though. Her hands travel up as she pushes my shirt off my shoulders.
My hand clasps her face, eyes falling to her begging lips. They’re not begging long.
This is intimate. Too intimate but I don’t care.
My lips are on hers, her arms locked around my neck as our bodies are pressed together, heart thrumming under our skin. She trails her hands down my body until she’s rolling the condom down my hard cock and I am foaming at the mouth to be inside of her.
Laying her down, her legs parting, my hands fall either side of her head.
“This time, I am going to savor every moment,” I whisper against her lips just as I slide into her in one, swift hip roll. She gasps, her hands on my cheeks as she pulls me down to her lips, legs wrapped around my back and possessiveness riles up inside of me as I ride her into the mattress. Hard and punishing but not in a ‘I hate you’ way.
No. More in a ‘I can’t get enough of you’ way.
The best fucking way.