94. Clampetts Come to Town #2
“Such a fucking temptress. The body, the clothes, the brains. Your cunt is fucking magic.” He throws his forearm over his eyes. “I’m trying to do the right thing, Livy. Be a gentleman and all.”
“What if I don’t want that?”
“What if I do?”
Ouch!
“What I mean is, what if you deserve it, and I’m the shit who doesn’t respect you enough to give that to you? Then shame on me.”
I lift my sports bra over my head. Astride him, fully naked, I lean over and remove the arm from his eyes.
“Can I at least give you a little relief?”
Layton
I flex my hips automatically, lifting to seek her heat.
She tastes like perfect, sweet honey. Her voice would make me crawl across glass for one more word.
The smarts.
Her backbone.
The moral compass.
Leave it to me to find the most interesting woman in an inappropriate place.
She hovers above, hair curtaining her face. Her face is flushed and bare, and her freckles are on display after her orgasm.
I reach up, palm her neck, and tug her down to my mouth. As I trail kisses there, I rock up, innately searching for relief in her body. When my mouth hits her ear, I tickle the shell with my tongue. “Have your way, baby.”
When she starts to slide down my body, I tsk. “Oh no. While one day I want to see those gorgeous eyes hold mine as you suck me off, I wouldn’t last for two strokes with that tonight. I’d better keep myself distracted.”
Her confused look is only there a moment until I spin her, staring once again into her perfect pussy as she faces my cock.
I squeeze the globes of her ass and trail a finger down her lower back, down her cleft and to that pucker.
She lifts the waistband of my track pants and briefs and pushes them over my erection. I lift my hips, and instead of taking me into her mouth, she pushes them below my ass. Naughty girl.
I spank her ass as I take a long swipe of her pussy with my tongue.
I expect the whip of her head back to greet me. I don’t expect the look of ecstasy on her face or the whimper that comes from her.
“Livy, I’m doing everything I can not to split you in two with my cock, take you deep so you feel me into next week, and forever make any other man an embarrassed lover.
But if you look at me with those eyes and moan again like that, all my good intentions will go out the window.
Suck my cock, baby, and save us both, okay? ”
When her tongue circles my head, I hold myself as still as possible, taking every bit of discipline I have not to thrust all the way to the back of her throat and then some. I clench my jaw and lock down every muscle I can.
Another circle, another circle, and then her mouth—hot, wet, sucking as much of me as she can take.
“Fuuuucccck. Oh fuck, that’s good.”
If I think about it too long, I’ll blow, so I stare at the sweet ass in front of me and let my fingers play. I swipe my tongue again along her center and am rewarded with a whimpered hum around my cock.
I thrust a little too hard when she does that, and her nails bite into my glutes where she holds me. Tit for tat, I see. I love that more than her submission.
I spread her wide and spear her with my tongue, trailing my tongue down to her clit. Her gasp sucks cool air around my cock.
When a hand leaves my ass to surround and pump my dick, I’m lost in sensation and lose my rhythm with her cunt. Another hand cups and fondles my balls, applying pressure in a way I know I’ll explode hard.
“Gonna come, baby. I’m gonna come. Decide, Livy, I’m going to—”
She sucks my head so strong it’s as if she wants to empty me, and I can’t help the pleasure and heat screaming down my spine.
“Fuck. God yes!” I give her everything as she swallows around me and then continues to lap and lave and swirl her tongue around my sensitive head. A shiver runs through me when I’m done.
“That was…” I’m speechless.
Spent.
Turned on.
Putty in her hands.
“What? No words, Layton?” she asks over her shoulder. “At least I got called a god too.”
Fuck if she doesn’t lick her lips.
“Woman,” I growl, palming her ass.
The problem is, it isn’t the only growl I hear. And I’m sure Livy hears it as well.
Our heads turn in unison to see her giant dog standing sentry in the hallway, his back to us.
“Is this normal?” My voice is quiet, measured.
When she shakes her head, her eyes wide, I slide her off me and lift my pelvis to tug my pants over my hips. I put a finger to my lips as I take long silent strides to the doorway, peering around the jamb.
I can’t see anything, and Kyle and his bulk are blocking my ability to get a better glimpse.
After a few moments of standoff, he spins and bolts for the bedroom window just as bright light hits the pane. A flash.
His bark screams and echoes off the walls and wooden floors, only to be met with more shrill snaps as he stands, paws to the glass, growling and barking, spittle flying.
My eyes meet Livy’s. The fear in hers outweighs the wariness I should feel.
Her cries for Kyle to stop recede as I sprint to the front door, rip it open, and circle to the back of the house.
There, crawling on the grass, hands blindly searching for a phone is… Gerald Tustin? I see red.
“What the fuck?”
I kick his phone out of reach and drop to the ground to immobilize him. He grunts and screeches as I put a knee to his back, wrenching his arms behind him.
The silhouette of Kyle’s huge body looms in the window, jerking with each bark.
“Ow. Shit. Get off me.”
“What are you doing here?” My voice is lethally quiet.
When he says nothing, I pull his arms tighter. I don’t watch enough cop shows to know if this is wrong or right, but he lets out enough of a squeal that it’s obvious he’s uncomfortable.
“Answer me.”
“Fuck you.”
I don’t respond. I need something to bind him. I need to talk with Livy. I need more than anything to keep my temper in check.
Kyle’s barks have moved. They’re no longer behind me and above me, but coming toward me. Kyle, leashed… Livy dressed, on his heels, with a knife and a phone in her other hand.
I don’t know whether to be impressed or pissed. I’m both, but mostly pissed.
I control my voice enough to say, “I need something to bind him. Rope, belt… something. You can leave the knife inside.”
She nods and walks away, leading Kyle who snarls and growls at the man beneath me. He strains against his leash.
“Let’s go.” Her voice is commanding, and he acquiesces, following her, looking back and forth between Livy and Tustin.
He twists his neck to face the stairs where Livy just disappeared and spits something from his mouth.
“Don’t look at her. Answer me, Tustin. What are you doing here?” I ask the man prone before me. I remove my knee enough that he won’t have a bruise.
“Get off me.”
Livy reappears with a dishrag and a pair of yoga pants, lifting them both as if weighing them. Good Lord, we might as well be the Clampetts come to town.
I reach for the yoga pants and force them up Tustin’s arms as he struggles and turns, threatening to roll. I manage to twist the pants and his arms with what was left of the pant legs before knotting them around his lifted ankles. I effectively hog-tie him in stretchy pants, and not gracefully.
I motion Livy to walk behind me and hold my hand out for her phone. On my knees, I’m barely a foot shorter than her.
I open the text screen and type: Have you called the cops?
She shakes her head and looks back at me, waiting for my next question.
I don’t want to leave you. I certainly don’t want to leave you with him.
She nods and exhales.
If I’m here when the cops get here, I will be in the police report.
When I flash the phone to her so she can read it, her face is lit in the harsh blue light of the device. It doesn’t take a moment for her to grasp my meaning.
She grabs the phone and types her own message. And I lose my job because of it.
I nod. “I’m sorry,” I mouth the words that are too little. Meaningless.
Tell me what you want me to do. It’s her choice. But I won’t make a career-ending decision for her.
She bites her bottom lip, rolling it under her top teeth. She looks to the sky, takes a deep breath, and closes her eyes in resignation.
Pix? I’ll do what you ask. It’s not my nature to leave you vulnerable or to leave after… well— But it’s your career. Tell me what you need from me.
“I’ve got it from here,” she says quietly. The resignation in her voice kills me.
I reach up and wrap a hand on her lower back, drawing her to me. I kiss her belly and then realize how intimate the gesture is. I try to communicate how sorry I am with my eyes. But I can’t be sure she gets it.
I do what she asks and stand. At least I can honor her in that way.
As I stand, she holds the phone up. I need Kyle.
“Roger that.”
I grab my things inside and her dog, bringing him to her as she stands over Tustin.
If I never see him again, it will be too soon.
If I do see him again, all bets are off.
I kiss her forehead as she holds the phone to her ear. She’s giving the address to Dr. Silverberg’s beach house. “How long now?” She pauses. “I see.” Another pause. “Thank you. I’d appreciate that.”
“Two minutes out,” she mouths to me.
That’s my cue. I kiss her forehead, and against everything in me, I walk toward my truck, scooping up Tustin’s phone. I place it under my truck tire and crush it in the street as I drive away.