Chapter 11
Kourtney
I ’m barely off Tiny’s bike before he lifts me back into his arms and stalks up the walkway to my front door. He runs his lips along my collarbone, up my neck, and settles at the spot right under my ear.
I let out a giggle as he presses my back against the front door. The motion detection porch lights flash brightly, so when he pulls away I can see the heat clear in his gaze as he searches my face.
“Unlock the door, honey,” he practically growls. I let out a whimper before dropping my feet to the floor and searching my purse for my keys.
Getting the door unlocked is quite the feat as I work the locks while he distracts me in the form of neck kisses. His wandering fingers also cause quite the diversion as he runs them all along the skin of my stomach.
I’m lucky I’m at least still wearing my coat, or there is no doubt it would take me even longer to get the damn door open since I’m sure his lips would be all over my bare back.
Which, spoiler alert, is my number one erogenous zone. It’s always an exciting time when men find out that little fun fact. But I have a feeling Tiny won't need any damn help in that department.
Finally getting the door open, I roughly pull Tiny in behind me. Not even giving a shit where anything lands, I throw my bag and rip out of my coat, dropping it right where we stand.
He chuckles at me, and unlike me, he carefully takes off his jacket and the cut underneath it. I watch, enraptured, as he gently drapes them both over the back of my couch. Once he’s content that they aren’t going anywhere, I audibly swallow as his heated stare turns back to me. Then, as if no time passed between the front door and now, he stalks at me like a predator going after its prey.
I don’t know what comes over me or what possesses me to do it, but I spin on my heels and take off running towards my bedroom, which happens to be on the complete opposite side of the house.
Goosebumps erupt all over my body at the sinister laugh that escapes Tiny from somewhere behind me. Excitement flares inside me at the thought of him chasing me down and catching me.
I don’t know where these feelings come from, but I’m not even a single bit mad about it. Once I get to my bedroom, I slam the door behind me, not bothering to lock it. A nervous feeling rushes through me, and I realize that there is physically nowhere else for me to go. He’s obviously going to catch me in here.
My breathing increases at the sound of his footsteps in the hall right outside of my room. I didn’t turn the light in here on, and the darkness plays into the edgy game I seem to have thrown us right into.
The door creaks open, and my breath hitches at the sexiest sight I think I will ever see in my entire life. That’s it. This is it. I’m done for, and I don’t think there will ever be another moment in my life that will live up to this one.
I slowly back away from the door, not able to rip my eyes off of the mouthwatering man taking up the entirety of the door frame. I mean, hell, the light in the hallway is on but he’s so large that he nearly blocks the entire thing, blocking the light almost completely.
Somewhere along the way, Tiny ripped his shirt off and kicked his shoes off, so the chest-heaving man in front of me is shirtless and barefoot. Dark jeans are the only thing obstructing my view of his delicious body.
I let out a whimper when my eyes jump to his face at the sound of a low growl escaping his throat. The heat in his eyes flares with possession.
I’m stunned, speechless, and immobile as he saunters the rest of the way into the room, stopping with his bare feet an inch away from the tips of my boots.
He cocks his head, a sinister smile parting his lips. “You like to be chased?
A giggle escapes my lips, and goosebumps erupt along my arms. “I have absolutely no clue why the hell I did that.”
He chuckles while reaching out and delicately taking a tendril of my hair between his fingers. “I can’t say I’ve ever had a woman run away from me like that, but I will say it was hot as fuck. And catching you is even better.”
A shiver works its way up my spine. He isn’t even touching me anywhere that I can feel, but the anticipation is wreaking havoc inside me.
“But now that I’ve caught you, what do I do with you?”
The wetness pooling between my thighs at the sultry tone in his voice is ruining my shorts. But I can’t bring myself to care. It could be running down my thighs and staining the carpet beneath my feet. I. Would. Not. Fucking. Care.
“What do you want to do with me?” I ask, my breath hitching as he brushes my hair behind my back. His fingertips rub ever so lightly down my shoulder blades on the way down.
“Hmm. So many options.”
I swallow and my eyes roll to the back of my head when his fingers trace along the back of my ribs. I force my eyes back open and am granted the sight of him biting his full lip. “L-like what?”
I whimper in protest when he pulls his hands away, rubbing it along his jaw in thought. “I could punish you for making me chase you.” Shaking his head, he chuckles at my frown. “Nah. That won’t do it. Hmm. Options, options.”
“Tiny, I am so turned on right now that if you don’t touch me within the next two minutes, I am going to fucking explode.”
I watch in admiration as Tiny’s eyes widen in approval. If he isn’t used to women telling him what they want, he’s going to learn something new today. I am not shy with what I want, and what I want right this second is his hands on me, all over me.
“You like when I touch you?” he asks, running his fingertips along my hairline, before settling one hand on my throat and the other gripping tightly at my hip.
“Mmm,” I moan as he kneads my flesh. “So fucking much.” My eyes flutter closed when he tightens his fist around my throat and I smile.
“ Fuck! ” I hear him shout right before his lips possessively take mine.
I groan out loud and scream in excitement on the inside as he pushes his tongue inside my mouth. The deathgrip he has on my neck keeps me from deepening the kiss, but it’s almost as if he can read my thoughts as he pulls me roughly by the hip into him. It’s laughable that I even try to overpower his kiss. He proves to me very quickly that he is the one in charge here.
Running the tip of his tongue along my teeth, I let out a small gasp as he lifts me into his arms with one arm.
Holy shit. How in the hell did he just lift me clear off the floor with one fucking hand!
Landing on my back with a huff of air, I crawl back on the bed and almost let out a stream of drool as he pops the button to his jeans open before putting a knee to the bed between my legs.
“This is the single most sexiest thing to ever happen to me in my life.”
Tiny pauses in his pursuit and lets out a chuckle. “Glad to be of service, babe.”
I grin shyly, completely mortified that I was enough of an idiot to say that out loud. Keep your embarrassing thoughts to yourself, Kourtney.
Looking down at me from his place on his knees between my spread legs, heat flares in my chest as I realize he’s staring right at my pussy.
“What?” I ask breathlessly. Feeling somewhat self-conscious, I bring my hands to cover my center.
Tiny beats me to it and grabs my hands before I reach my destination. His heated glare lands on me. “Don’t you fucking dare cover that up from me.”
My cheeks heat, and I let out a whimper.
“Do you know the thing about fake leather? It usually can withstand a ton of moisture before getting ruined or showing signs of wear and tear.”
Goosebumps pebble along my exposed skin.
He runs the back of his finger up the seam between my legs while whispering. “So the fact that I can clearly see this delicious wet stain shows me just how fucking wet you are for me.”
Holy. Fuck.
If I wasn’t absolutely drenched for him before, I am now.
“God damn, you look like a fucking angel spread open for me.”
A boost of confidence presents itself at his praise, and I shiver. “You haven’t even seen me naked yet.”
“Oh, but I will.”
“You sound sure of yourself.”
He chuckles, bringing his lips down to press a kiss to a small patch of exposed skin on my stomach.
“I usually don’t like to count my blessings before they actually happen, but with you, I’m pretty fucking sure.”
Normally, his confidence and surety that he’s getting in my pants would piss me off. But for some reason, with Tiny, it fucking turns me on like no other.
“Well, I told you I’m no Mr. Romance. But I can be a gentleman when I feel like it. Can I?”
“Can you…?”
He smirks up at me while pressing more kisses along my stomach.
“Can I rip these fucking clothes off of you so I can see just how wet you are for me?”
I search his eyes. For what? I have no clue. But my eyes jump between his.
“Please?”
Fuck. I’m a goner. I fucking whimper at hearing him say please. For me.
I’ve lost all control of my body as I nod.
Tiny grabs a handful of my satin top and rips it away without thought. I gasp as the material snaps at my neck, and before I know it, it’s laying on the other side of the room. The light shining in from the hallway highlights his large frame above me, and I’m thankful as hell for it as I can clearly see the smirk on his face.
His eyes eat me up, and the corner of his lips tip up as he runs his thumb along the ‘X’ over my nipples. “May I?” he asks, eyeing the tan tape.
I nod and let out a hiss as he gently pulls the sticky tape away from my nipples. The sensation causes them to immediately harden against the cool air.
But I’m not cool for long. As soon as Tiny catches sight of my exposed nipples, he laps at them with his warm tongue. I groan as he devours one nipple into his mouth while caressing gentle circles on the other with the pad of his thumb.
“Fuck baby,” Tiny growls sexily before switching sides.
I’m losing my mind at the sensation of his tongue flicking deliciously against me. Kissing across my chest, going from nipple to nipple, he runs his hands along my sides before gripping my shorts and effortlessly pulling them down my legs.
It doesn’t escape me that he doesn’t touch my boots. No. He leaves those completely untouched. Instead, he trails his fingertips along my lace-covered pussy and groans at the wetness that coats his fingers.
“So wet for me.”
I nod and hiss at the way his knuckle brushes against my clit over my panties. Grazing against my pubic bone, I yelp when his finger sneaks under the lace, and I feel a bite of pain at my thong being ripped from my body.
“ Fuck. ”
“Know any other words?” I tease.
He smirks up at me before pushing back onto his knees. His intense gaze has a flash of insecurity passing over me briefly before I push it away. By the look on Tiny’s face, there is not a damn thing I need to worry about.
Pressing his thick hands to each one of my thighs, he spreads me open wide so I’m on full display for him.
“Mmm,” he moans in approval. “I just knew you’d be pretty here,” he purrs while gently running a finger through my slit.
It’s almost uncomfortable how wet I am. My clit is just throbbing in needy, and I fear I’ll wither away if he doesn’t get me off soon.
“Do you like to have your pussy eaten?”
My eyes snap to his, and my brows furrow in confusion. “Do I like it?”
“Yeah,” he asks, I moan as he runs two fingers through my wetness, dragging it all over my pussy lips. I groan in frustration when he purposely avoids my clit at all costs. “Some women don’t like it.”
“I think those women need a lobotomy.”
He chuckles, pushing two fingers into my opening, but just the tips. When my breath falters, he stops and pulls them back out, starting his teasing all over again.
Using his other hand, he reaches behind me and pulls all of my pillows into a stack, guiding me to lean back against them so I’m practically sitting up.
I lied before. This is the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen in my life. Tiny holds eye contact with me while slowly moving down my body. My head falls back, and my eyes fall closed as his tongue trails up my slit from my opening and draws circles around my clit.
I cry in protest as he pulls away. “Keep your fucking eyes on me, Kourtney. Or I stop.”
My eyes fly open, and I pant as I try to focus on him.
Once his tongue is back where I so desperately want it, devouring my pussy like a starved man, I find it intoxicating to watch every movement. I couldn’t look away if I tried. I want to come so bad. I can feel it. I’m teetering dangerously on the edge of complete oblivion.
I can already tell this orgasm is going to be life-changing. That thought scares the shit out of me.
When his tongue picks up speed, I can’t help it. My head falls back while one hand lands in his hair, and the other ends up in my own, tearing at the roots.
I scream in protest as Tiny snarls, his body moving fast as lightning to drop on top of mine. Grabbing my hair with his own fist, he gets right in my face. “What did I tell you about looking away?”
I let out a whimper as my eyes roll to the back of my head and he pulls roughly at my hair. I fucking love how rough he is with me. Hands on my neck? Hair being pulled? Ugh. Give me it all.
“Kourtney?”
“Tiny,” I mock sassily.
I force my eyes open and tilt my head in confusion at the flare in his eyes. He shakes his head.
“No?”
“No.” He pulls my hair tighter, causing my neck to stretch. He uses it to his advantage and presses open-mouthed kisses along my neck, right where my heartbeat pounds. “I don’t want to be Tiny to you. I’m Tiny to everyone else. Even my mom.”
I pull against his hold on me and search his eyes. “You don’t?”
He shakes his head, smirking. He plays his free hand between my legs, causing me to cry out.
“Then who are you?”
“Besides yours?” My heart skips a beat at that confession so early into whatever this is, but I wait for him to continue. “Just Nate. Or Nathan. Whatever the fuck you want, I don’t care. Just not Tiny.”
“Nathan.” I test the name on my lips and smile when I realize I love the way it sounds and how his lips turn up in a smirk.
As if the moment never happened, Tiny crashes his lips back to mine and I groan at the taste of myself on him. It must be some sort of aphrodisiac because it has me pawing at his jeans, working to get them the hell off of him.
He chuckles against my lips, and I run my hands all over the muscles of his arms. His fucking arms are so delicious. He definitely has the whole dad bod thing going on in the middle. He’s strong as fuck everywhere, but a little softer in the middle.
But even the softness doesn’t take away from the muscle. Ugh, he’s perfect. If I could draw, and someone asked me to draw my dream man, I think I would make a perfect sketch of Tiny, of Nathan . And I haven’t even seen his cock yet.
Please don’t have a small penis. I think to myself before he lifts himself up enough for me to see what he’s working with. A man this big can’t have a small penis. I don’t think that’s even physically possible.
My eyes bulge as soon as I catch sight of what he’s packing. Tiny smirks down at me while rubbing a tight fist from the base all the way to make a circle over the head, dragging the precum along with him. His cock is long. It’s not the longest I’ve ever seen, but he is thick. I’ve heard some women compare men’s dicks to things like soda cans or even Pringle cans when he’s hung like a horse and always thought that was silly. But if I had to compare Tiny’s girth to literally anything, you’d beat your ass I’m telling you to just pop a Tall Boy open.
He’s going to split me in half.
“I’m going to risk sounding so fucking cliche right now,” I say with a force of laughter, “but that’s not going to fit.”
He smirks while still gently working his cock between my legs. “It’ll fit, babe.”
I shake my head, sneaking my hand between my legs and pressing my palm against my pussy to hide it from his monster. My action earns a growl of disapproval from him, and I giggle.
“What’d I say about covering this from me?” he mischievously growls.
I sneak my hand away from myself and swat his hand off of his cock so I can test it myself. My eyes widen when my fingertips don’t reach each other. “Oh hell no!” I playfully crawl up the bed away from him.
I let out a shriek when he wraps his hands around my ankles and pulls me back down beneath him. “How many times are you going to make me chase you?” he asks, laughing along with me.
“As many times as it takes you to realize that Mack Truck is way too fucking big for my garage!”
The bark of laughter that escapes him causes giggles to erupt from me, and my heart skips a few beats at the lighthearted banter we seem to find amidst the steam.
He runs the pad of his thumb along the side of my neck, causing a full-body shiver. The muscles of his arms are like magnets to my hands, and I find myself running my hands along the ridges.
Having calmed down from our laughter, Tiny’s eyes darken as he follows the path his fingers trail along my neck.
Using the span of his hand, he tilts my head back to his and claims my mouth in a soul-shattering, toe-curling kiss.
Flattening his body against mine, my breath hitches as the tip of his cock brushes against my clit. Wrapping his free hand around my thigh, he forces my leg to wrap around his waist. The sharp heel of my boot pressing roughly against his ass.
The groan of approval that slips past his lips causes a surge of satisfaction to rush through me. Without prompting, I bring the other leg up so both heels are digging into him as he deepens the kiss. He’s an amazing kisser. The dominance he exudes in something so simple as rolling his tongue around mine is fucking exhilarating. I’m so wet and fucking horny for him.
I moan and whimper as he rolls his cock against my clit again. “Please,” I beg.
“Please what , baby?”
I gasp as he pulls my head back by my hair. “Please fuck me.”
The smile he gives me has me feeling drunk, like I’m back in college and just left a kegger at a frat party, drunk.
I shout in protest when his heavy weight leaves me. “What!” I cry.
“Relax, babe,” he says while reaching for his jeans. After digging through the pocket, he pulls out a gold foil and flashes it at me. “Just grabbing a condom.”
“Oh, duh.”
With the speed of someone who knows what he’s doing, he sheaths himself and is crawling back up the bed.
Stopping when he’s eye-level with my pussy, I moan so fucking loud as he drags the flat of his tongue up my slit. “Eyes on me.”
My eyes snap to his, and I will myself to keep my freaking eyes open. There is absolutely no way I will survive him stopping again.
Flicking his tongue against my clit, I writhe against my sheets as he skillfully enters me with two fingers. “Oh fuck!” I shout as he crooks his fingers inside of me in that all too famous ‘come hither’ motion that has been known to detonate me way too quickly.
I scream when his lips latch onto my clit, and he sucks on it like a goddamn ring pop. He’s trying to pull my soul out of my body. He’s a soul snatcher. Fuck.
Pounding his fingers into me and flicking his tongue with absolute precision has pleasure ripping from my throat and I explode all over his chin within minutes. “Nathan!”
Stars flash behind my eyelids as my orgasm bursts through my body. That’s truly what this is– a god damn beautiful explosion. There’s nothing in this entire world that could top this feeling.
I’ve never come so hard in my life. Every single orgasm leading up to this moment has been child’s play. This is the real deal. He is the real deal.
Holy hell.
Wet kisses trail up my stomach, and hot lips press against each nipple before settling on my neck before a large wet hand wraps around my throat. “Open your eyes, baby.”
“There she is,” he croons as I pry my lids open. I swallow forcefully against his grip on my throat, causing him to squeeze.
The tip of his thick cock presses at my pussy. “Are you ready?”
Before I could protest if I wanted to, Tiny slams into me in one thrust. I scream out, earning another gentle squeeze at my throat. “Shhh,” he coos. “You’re okay, baby. You can take it.”
Fuck, it burns. I can feel myself involuntarily throbbing around him, causing him to hiss in pleasure. “That’s my good girl. Squeeze my fucking cock, baby.” I wiggle around him, slowly getting used to his size until the pleasure returns.
The bossy way he says it makes my muscles contract. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and he squeezes my neck, turning me on. “I knew you’d be fucking perfect for me. Does it still hurt?”
I shake my head no, earning a grin and a short but perfect tongue-rolling kiss.
“I’m going to fuck you now. Hold on and do not fucking come unless I tell you to.”
“Yes, sir.” I say it playfully as a joke, but by the flair in his eyes and the way he squeezes my neck, I’d say he likes the sound of it.
I can’t even catch my breath before his hips piston forward, rocking my entire world.
Needing something to ground myself to, I wrap my hands around the forearm he has wrapped around my neck and hang on.
Tiny fucks like I think he would fight. Brutally and unapologetically. Passionately and aggressively.
My body lights up with every thrust. “Do you want to come?” he snarls against the side of my cheek before licking a path from my lips to my ear.
I nod and whimper when his teeth latch onto my earlobe.
“Too fucking bad. You can’t come yet.”
I cry out as I’m on the brink of another earth-shattering orgasm, and he pulls his cock completely out of me. I whimper at the loss.
“I said you can’t come until I tell you to.”
“Ugh!” I shout in frustration as he slowly drags the tip of his cock through my folds, again avoiding my clit.
Using every bit of strength I have, I shove at his chest and use my thigh muscles to flip us. Tiny chuckles and lets me manhandle him to his back without much fight.
I smirk in victory and whine when I’m split open all over again by his thick cock. Being on top, I’m able to take him so much deeper, and I smile widely in satisfaction as I watch the look of absolute pleasure contort his face. He fills me completely.
His momentary bliss doesn’t stop him from taking control, even from the bottom. Widening his legs, he thrusts up from beneath me, slamming into my g-spot over and over again. My eyes roll into the back of my head as his hand comes back to wrap around my throat, while his other tangles in my hair. I meet him thrust for thrust as I roll my hips, effectively rubbing my clit against him in the most delicious rhythm. He better fucking come soon because I refuse to let him ruin my orgasm again.
“Are you going to come?” he asks, breathless. Hearing the hitch in his voice has a smile meeting my lips. It seems I’m not the only one losing my mind by this. “I want you to squeeze my fucking cock. Drench me in your release. Do it, baby. Come all over me. Come for me.”
His words have my orgasm ripping through me. I scream out and convulse on top of him. The strength of my orgasm has me locking on top of him, the only movements are his continued thrusts underneath me until a guttural growl rips out of his chest, and I worry I may pass out with how hard he squeezes my throat.
A third, smaller orgasm tears through me as my vision blurs, and I become slightly lightheaded from the lack of blood flow or oxygen or something . The feeling is like no other, and I want to experience it every single day of my life. Holy shit. Is this what using drugs feels like?
Tiny loosens his hold on my throat, forcing me to take a large breath in and my mind to slowly clear. Bringing my hazy gaze down to his, I find a peculiar look on his face.
He gently rocks into me, guiding me back down to earth slowly. “What?” I ask when he continues to watch me with a knowing look.
I moan as he runs his hands all over my body like he can’t get enough of me. Like if he stops touching me, he’ll never get the chance to again.
“I don’t have words.”
I force out a laugh. “No words?”
“No,” he chuckles. The movement causes his cock to flex inside me, making me wince. “Sorry, babe. I didn’t intend to be so rough with you. But I couldn’t fucking help it.”
“It’s okay.”
He shakes his head. “No, because now you’ll be too sore for me to fuck you again.”
I smirk at him, squeezing my pussy muscles around him, causing him to groan. “Mama didn’t raise no quitter.”
His eyes widen, and he thrusts gently from underneath me. “Unfortunately, my rebound isn’t that quick, babe.”
I giggle, patting his chest and throwing my leg off him. “Good, because holy shit, you’re huge, and my kitty hurts .”
He winces and runs his hand along my back. “I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry, ya know?”
I shake my head in laughter and snuggle down next to his side, letting out a big yawn before draping my leg across his abdomen. He gently unzips each of my boots, tossing both them and my socks across the room before rubbing his thumbs into the soles of my feet.
After a few minutes of a drool-worthy massage, he pats my leg, motioning me to let him up. “Let me clean up, and I’ll be right back.”
Too sated and sleepy to care, I roll to my other side and cuddle up against my pillow that already holds a faint smell very similar to Tiny.
I hear muffled sounds as he moves throughout my house. After hearing the toilet flush and then the sink faucet turn on and off, I whine in annoyance when he doesn’t come back to bed. As I roll over to look where he went, he strolls back through my bedroom door naked as can be, holding a washcloth in one hand and a cold water bottle in the other hand.
Dropping a knee to the bed, he entices my legs back open, and I hiss in pain as he runs the cold washcloth against my sensitive pussy, cleaning me up.
I take a drink of the water he hands me and give it back to him with a look of confusion when he holds his hand out for it.
“What the hell!” I shout in surprise as he presses the cold bottle between my legs.
“Relax, it’ll help,” he says gently.
“It’s cold,” I whine.
“Well, you look way too damn tired to go get in the bathtub, so this will have to do for now. Now lay back and let me take care of you.”
I slowly drop my legs back open and let him press the cold bottle back against me. After getting over the initial shock, it truly does feel good against my sore bits.
He uses his free hand to rub the muscles of my legs, and within minutes, I’m putty in his hands. “Mmm.”
Moving back up the bed, Tiny wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.
This isn’t me at all. I don’t cuddle. Yeah, physical touch may be extremely important to me, and I may be a whore for a man’s hands all over my body, but once I’m done, I’m done. Done as in don’t touch me and go to your side of the bed. But I have an inkling feeling that if Tiny hadn’t wrapped me in his arms, I would die from the dire need to touch him.
This man is dangerous.
I’m in trouble.