Chapter 27 #2
She finishes what she’s working on, puts her laptop away, and gently shakes Ty awake.
DM4XX: That’s everything I need. I’m going to work on the meatspace side for a while. Thank you for your help.
Kinofoo: Anything for our Fairy Bee. We hear what you’re saying about how dangerous these assholes are, but we’re in. We’ll help you. We’ll hide you. We’ll burn these assholes down.
CenturyGirl: What Kin said.
DM4XX: Thank you.
I clear all my logs and cycle down my rig.
The best way to prevent someone from breaching your online security?
Turn your computer off. I jot that down on my phone for the next UncleM4xx security tip.
I’ll admit I rarely follow my own advice, particularly because I have a lot of automated scripts that run at night.
But now I have something more important that runs around at night, something I don’t ever want interrupted, so it’s time to get into the habit of powering down my system.
Cynnie’s disappeared while I’ve shut up shop.
So has Ty, without even giving me a hug, the little shit.
He’s getting a dozen noogies for that the next time I see him.
I lock up, checking and double-checking my security.
On the way back from checking the manual lock on the fire escape door, I find the dress Cynnie was wearing draped across the foot of the staircase up into the loft like a fallen flower petal.
“Baby?”
Her wild giggle answers me.
Grinning, I scoop up the dress and carry it up the stairs.
I expect her to be naked in the bed, but she’s not. There’s no sign of her.
“Baby, where are you?”
Another wild giggle. With the open plan of my apartment, the stairwell, and the screen of trees in the loft, the acoustics can be weird. I was sure the first giggle came from upstairs. Now, it sounds like her giggle is coming from downstairs.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are, bumble baby,” I call.
Insane giggles. I spin around in place on the landing, trying to locate the source of those irresistible giggles.
“When I find you, I’m going to bite my bumble very hard on her bottom,” I growl.
“I sting you!”
That was definitely from my bedroom. I tear through the doorway and look around. No naughty bumble in my bed. I yank open the closet doors. No naughty bumble in my closets. There aren’t many hiding places in my bedroom. There’s no way she could fit between the trees.
Then I spot the black rectangle half-hidden in the rumpled bedding. A phone. She’s put it on speaker and dimmed the screen. That sneaky little bee.
I grab the phone and growl into it. “I’m going to find you.”
“I fly away!”
“You’ll never get away from me, little girl. And when I catch you, I’m going to eat you up.” I grip the phone, so turned on my hand shakes, muscles bunching. I pant into the phone. “I’m going to find you, wherever you are, and rail you into the ground.”
She squees. There’s a very faint echo, and I realize where she is.
I tear out of the bedroom and thunder down the stairs.
Wild squeaking comes out of the phone and as I round the half-wall at the bottom of the stairs and a blur of golden skin and black hair streaks by me.
She races into the open area between the couches and TV, grabs the futon, and drags it onto the floor.
She bounces on it like a boxer in a ring, sticks out her tongue, and blows a huge raspberry at me.
With a roar, I dive for her.
She squeals, giggling wildly. She tries to roll away from me, but I snag her around the waist, sink my hand in her hair, and pin her to the futon.
“Caught you,” I growl.
“No-no-no, can’t catch me. I sting you and fly away.” Sharp teeth sink into my shoulder.
“Ouch.” I haul her up to her knees and slap her ass. “Naughty bumble.”
She wiggles and squeals.
I throw her over my shoulder. I’m on my knees, on the futon, so there’s no risk of her getting hurt if she manages to squirm out of my grasp.
I pepper those round ass cheeks with swats, until she’s moaning and the air’s heavy with saline and musk.
Then I pry her legs apart and sink two fingers into her hot wetness.
“Yes! Yes-yes-yes!” She pounds her little fists against my lower back, which actually feels like a good massage.
I work my fingers in her, grinning at the squelching noise, the way her pussy squeezes and tugs at my digits.
Her legs jerk against my chest, but she’s not trying to get away.
She’s almost limp over my shoulder, one fist still thudding irrhythmically against my ass, her other arm snaking around my waist, her hand fluttering, tugging at my sweats.
Before she finds my dick and does something we’ll both regret, I shrug her off my shoulder and onto the mattress. She curls on her side, trembling and blinking up at me.
“Baby, you okay?”
She huffs. “Ran outta breath.”
“You did?” I rub her back.
“Hard to breathe over your shoulder.”
“Are you—”
My concern dies with a grunt when she dives at my sweats and yanks them down to my knees. She grabs my cock and stuffs the head in her mouth.
“Fuck!”
Her deranged giggle vibrates through my balls. All the blood rushes to where I’m buried in her mouth. I’ve never passed out, even when I’ve been drunk off my ass, but I’m about a second away from it now when she starts sucking.
I sink my hand into her hair and guide her as she bobs, those depthless, gleaming eyes rolled up to mine.
I let her suck me right to the edge before I pull her off. Using my hold in her hair to pin her head to the mattress, I throw one of her ankles over my shoulder, and spear her with my cock. We both groan as I sink deep.
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, Oppa, yes.”
“I’m going to fuck you until you really can’t breathe,” I growl.
She huffs. “I’z breathe good.”
I pull back and hammer into her, slamming her up the futon. She scrabbles to brace herself until she finds the edge of the couch and clings there, lifting her hips to every thrust.
“How’s the breathing, baby?” I huff.
“Good!”
She bares her teeth at me. I pump harder, the movement of our bodies gaining fluidity as we accelerate towards our orgasms. Her hands slip from the couch and slap at my chest as I rear back, burying myself as deep as I can.
Cynnie bucks up into me. Her free leg hooks around my hips, her heel hammering against my ass as she tries to drag me ever further into her grip.
I turn my head and sink my teeth into her calf as I power my release into her clasping, squeezing heat.
I collapse over her, holding myself up on my forearms, my head resting on the edge of the couch.
She’s limp under me, her leg still stretched up my chest, her other leg falling to the side so her foot trails up the back of my thigh.
I shift my weight to free up a hand, grab hers, and bring her fingertips to my lips.
Kissing them, then nibbling, then sucking her fingers into my mouth so I can savor her taste while I recover from our shared euphoria.
I haven’t even managed to pull my spent, sticky cock out of her before she rouses and bangs my ass with her heel.
“More.”
I drag myself out of her, grab her by the thighs and yank her into the middle of the futon. Then I dive between her legs and give my little girl more than she’s bargained for.
An hour, and much growling later, little daggers sinking into my ass jolt me out of a post-orgasmic doze. “Holy—ouch!”
A wild giggle.
I push up from the futon, grab my naughty bumble and throw her to the mattress. Avoiding her thrashing limbs, I pin her down with my forearm across her hips, rub my fingers through her slit to make sure she’s still wet, notch my cock at her entrance, and shove into her.
She wraps her arm around my shoulders, her legs around my hips. Throwing her head back, she chants, “More-more-more!”
I give it to her. Railing her hard and fast into a mutual climax that leaves us both panting, sprawled across the futon, completely exhausted.
She snuggles happily under me, her face in my neck, her arms around my neck.
I smooth her hair over the mattress, unable to keep my greedy fingers out of that curtain of silk.
“You bit me,” I say, feeling the sting on my left cheek filter through my euphoria.
“On the bottom,” she agrees. “Went to the bathroom and when I’z came back, you were sleeping all nakey with your bottom in the air. Such a bitable bottom, Oppa.”
She reaches down and traces it with her fingertips.
“You’re in for it now,” I warn her. “Whenever I find you naked, I’m biting your ass.”
A sleepy giggle. “More,” she says.
I will never, ever get enough of this woman.