13. Leif
13
I don’t know if it’s overwhelming desire or the fact that my shirt is on backwards that’s choking me. But I do know I’m desperately trying to make the drive to my Bombshell’s house shorter.
I alternate between pushing my foot down and easing off, convincing myself impending pleasure is not worth a speeding ticket.
My phone beeps where it sits in the holder, displaying a preview of a text.
BOMBSHELL: Feeling too greedy to wait…
Fuck. Yes, it is.
When I see the light up ahead change to yellow, I push my foot down harder. My heart pounds as I pass through the other side, catching a flicker of red out of the corner of my eye. Another beep.
BOMBSHELL: So very wet and greedy
“Hey, Siri. Call Bombshell.” I wait for the call to connect, feeling my thighs quiver with desperation.
“Hello, Lover Boy,” she answers, the words breathy and coated in desire.
My teeth hurt from how hard they’re clenching, the tick in my jaw turning feral.
“I told you to keep those greedy little hands off my pussy.”
She laughs. The little devil laughs, and it’s such a beautiful sound. It’s all the best parts of her confident sass and blatant sensuality all rolled together like a song.
“I’m just getting myself ready for you. A big cock like yours needs a wet and willing home.”
“Fuuuuck,” I say, and it spills out on a groan. I can feel it vibrating from my chest to my toes. “Where are your hands, baby?”
“Do you want the good girl answer or the bad girl answer?” she asks.
“The truth.”
“Pinching my nipples,” she whispers, and I bite my lip.
“I want you to take one hand and slide it down into that beautiful pussy and tell me just how wet you are.”
I can hear the heaviness of her breath through the car speakers. Her sound is surrounding me, and it’s a heaven I can’t comprehend or explain.
The little hitch in her breath has me leaning forward as if I can reach into the phone and be there with her.
“Oh my, I’m dripping all over these sheets.” The words are playful, a feigned innocence I know she’s not capable of.
She means everything she says, and she’d never apologise for it. She just owns it like the queen she is. My beauty queen.
“How many fingers have you got in there, baby?”
“Just the one.”
“Add another.” A muffled moan sounds through the speaker, forcing my foot down on the pedal just a little harder. “Talk to me, Bombshell. What are you doing?”
“I’m slowly pushing my fingers in and out.”
“In and out of where?”
“My pussy.”
“Uh-uh. Whose pussy?” I ask, but I’m only met with more muffled moans.
Gentle hums of delight, but not the ratcheting screams I know she’s capable of. She’s just playing, warming up. “Whose. Pussy?” I ask again.
“Yours,” she whispers.
Tingles erupt over my arms and legs.
“That’s right. I want you to keep pumping those fingers nice and slow and deep. Keep her wet and ready for me, Bombshell.” I can hear the subtle shift of bedsheets. “Don’t you pick up that pace. You don’t get to finish. That orgasm is mine.” A whimper carries out and my cock thickens further in my jeans.
“Fuck, baby, you better unlock that door for me. I’ll be coming in hot when I get there.”
“How long?” she groans.
“Maybe another fifteen minutes.” The desperate whine only serves to satisfy my pride.
She’s hungry for my touch.
My attention, my kisses, my cock.
And I’m an all-too-willing servant.
“What if I can’t last that long?” she asks.
“Of course you can. The world wouldn’t dare stand in the way of what you can do. And right now, that’s unlocking the front door. Then I want you to lie on your bed, spread those luscious legs and have my aching pussy ready to welcome my tongue.”
“Oh, god.”
I hear more rustling of sheets, followed by soft, hurried footsteps and the sounds of a lock clicking.
I chuckle at the manic enthusiasm I can hear through the speakers, more so when it sounds like the deep bounce of a spring.
“Did you just jump on the bed?”
“I’m doing what you said. I’m waiting.” Her words tremble through manic breaths.
“You know, you going faster doesn’t make me get there any faster.”
She cries out in a desperate whimper. “How long?”
“You still wet for me, baby?”
“Painfully so.”
“Lick your fingers. I want one hand pinching your nipples and the other rubbing slow circles over that needy little clit.”
She answers me with a groan, and I’m rock solid in my briefs now. “Nice and slow, baby.”
“I need you,” she whispers.
“I’m turning onto your street.”
I don’t recognise the feral need in my voice. The hunger within my body to have this woman.
I can’t remember another time I’ve craved someone so urgently. But that’s what she does to me, turns me into a hungry beast satiated only by her. Any little bit of her I can get.
I bound over the curb leading up to her driveway, cutting the corner and letting my truck lose a bit of control. The same way my mind is as I come to a screeching halt and rip the keys from the ignition.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I race up the footpath, leap over the small set of stairs and crash through the front door.
I’m vaguely aware of a crunching sound as I fall against the wall in my race to the bedroom. Possibly broken drywall, but that sounds like tomorrow’s problem.
I throw the door closed behind me while I toe off one shoe, hopping down the hallway as I pull off the other when I finally reach the wide-open door of her bedroom.
Just like I told her, she’s splayed out in the middle of the bed, thighs wide open, body writhing against the sheets, one hand pinching at her pierced nipples and the other rubbing at her clit.
“Oh, look at you, Bombshell. Waiting so patiently for me to serve you,” I say with words like gravel, dragging up my throat.
I stalk towards her, my heart rioting in my chest the moment she locks her warm hazel eyes with mine and rips her hands off her body as if she’s surrendering to my touch. Letting me look after her pleasure, trusting I’ll make her feel good.
I stand at the foot of the bed and slowly remove my belt, letting it fall with a clang once it’s free of the pant loops.
Her gaze bounces between mine and where my hands pull at my button, but once the purr of my zipper sounds, they stay fixed on that spot.
In one motion, I pull both my jeans and briefs down my legs and kick them aside. I stand for a moment, letting her take in the sight of my hard cock before I crawl onto the bed between her parted thighs.
I trail a hand down the smooth skin from her knee to the crease where her leg meets her hip. I bite my lip to hold in my amusement at watching the way her body squirms, ready and waiting. I blow on her pussy, earning a wild cry as she throws her head back into the pillows.
“Baby, I’ve barely even touched you, and you’re already so close?” I coo.
She pins me with a glare, gritting her teeth as she responds. “I don’t want to be close. I want to be finished. So put that mouth to better use and make me come.”
I lick my lips and hold her gaze as I bring my hand with a barely-there caress over her hardened clit, flicking at the ring and down her slick centre, before parting her with my thumb and forefinger.
“Please.” Her lost whisper is my undoing.
I let my tongue drag up her slit and latch onto her clit, sucking it into my mouth and flicking my tongue over the ring.
“Are you going to tell me your name tonight?” I whisper, blowing again on her wet pussy.
She hums. “Bombshell.”
“Give me something else then.” It’s a little game we’ve started. The only way I can learn anything about her when she refuses to give me her name is when she’s subdued like this, a victim to my touch. “What’s your comfort movie?” She closes her eyes and takes a breath before pointing her amber gaze at me.
“Miss Congeniality.”
“A fellow beauty queen. How fitting.” I laugh, but it quickly dies down as she pins her bottom lip under her teeth and wriggles her hips beneath me.
I nip just beside the silver ring at her clit and then at the silky skin of her inner thigh. “Okay, then.” I lick, long and languid, up her centre and spit right onto her clit, earning a breathy sigh of surrender. “Come for me, Bombshell.”
I dip my fingers inside of her wet heat and lap at her clit like an addict. It would be impossible to get my fill of her.
She grinds her pussy harder against my face, imprinting herself on me and I wear it like a fucking badge of honour.
I work my fingers slow and deep while my tongue licks faster against her clit, flicking against her piercing and then sucking it all in.
“Oh, god.” When she talks to me, her words are all confidence and cheek, but the way she cries out in the pursuit of passion, it’s nothing but submissive, relinquishing the emotions that even she can’t understand.
I know she’s close when she buries her hands into my hair, riding my tongue.
Groaning into her pussy, I adjust my position onto my knees so I can give her more of what she needs.
I force my tongue off her clit so I can lick the fingers on my free hand, keeping the other still buried inside her clamping pussy.
My wet fingers move up to her breasts, kneading her soft skin while my fingers pinch at her nipple and play with the barbell.
I watch as her face shifts from bliss to rampant heat. Cycling through the feelings and fighting to hold onto them all at once.
I leave open-mouthed kisses along her pussy. Nipping and licking all along her centre and clit, teasing her and coaxing that orgasm along.
Precum leaks from my dick and I almost give up and just make her come on me, but I’m better than that. I need at least one from my girl before I get there.
“Be a good girl and come on my fingers, Bombshell.” I bite at her inner thigh while my wrist twists and my fingers fly. Her pussy clenches around me, coating me in her arousal.
“So fucking wet. I wanna lick this all up and then you can drench my cock.”
Her pussy spasms so hard from my words. I tug at her nipple then fix my lips over her clit and suck. She floods my fingers and drips down my palm as her moans fill the room.
My fingers flick lightly over her nipple, then down the valley between her breasts and stomach as she comes down.
I kiss along her thigh, her hip bone, her clit. Barely-there touches, knowing she’s more sensitive right after release.
“That’s my good girl,” I whisper.
I withdraw my fingers and suck every last drop of her orgasm from them with my eyes locked on hers. Her flushed chest rising, her cheeks rosy as she watches me.
I lean down to lick her pussy, savouring her arousal. “Did that feel good, baby?”
“So fucking good,” she says with a smile. “Can I have another?”
“You know I can’t say no to you. Especially when you ask so nicely.”
I kiss up her stomach, over her breasts and bite at a nipple, making her laugh as I make my way over to her bedside table to grab a condom.
I throw the packet on the pillow beside her head, caging her in with my arms as I look down at her.
Her palms run over my chest, and she looks effortlessly content. Surely, she feels the shift that’s been brewing between us since the first time we hooked up.
“Are you ever going to tell me your name?” I ask.
“A bombshell by any other name still tastes as sweet.” She bites her lip as her honey eyes look up at me. I lean down and kiss her. Once. Twice. By the third time, her hands are climbing around my neck to hold me there.
I rock back onto my heel to shift the weight off my hands, then lean down to grab her legs. Hooking under her knees, I scoop her further underneath me and wrap her legs behind my back.
I reach for the condom, pulling my lips off hers so I can tear at the foil. Navigating between our bodies, I manage to roll the latex down my cock, then place my arms back beside her head.
Her blonde waves are tangled and sticking to her cheek. I sweep the locks back and stare at her pretty face.
“What are you waiting for, Lover Boy?” She’s all flirt and tease, but where my mind goes is the opposite. I’m waiting for more, but I know I’m the only one there right now.
It doesn’t bother me. Yet. I’ll keep playing this game until she figures out I’m not like the guys of her past who were happy to let her go.
She’s an action girl. Pretty words don’t hold much weight. So that’s what I’ll do.
“Just wanted to remember how your face looked before.”
“Before what?”
I hold my dick against her entrance and drive in. Our chests are pressed so hard against each other I can’t tell whose heartbeat I’m feeling.
“Before I gave you my cock and saw how much you fucking loved it.”
“Oh, I do,” she breathes. “I fucking love your cock.”
“Best you’ve ever had, Bombshell.” I grip one knee that’s wrapped around me, the other clutching at her golden waves as I continue to hammer into her long and deep. “Tell me.”
She nods. “Best I’ve ever had.”
“Don’t forget it,” I whisper against her lips. “Say it again.”
“Best. I’ve. Ever. Had.” The words sputter out between moans.
I swivel my hips and rub my pelvis against her clit ring. Euphoria shudders through my hips, my spine, all down my legs.
“One more time,” I beg.
She places her hands against my cheeks, forcing my face in front of hers.
She looks deep into my eyes, rapture swirling within the gold.
“Best I’ve ever fucking had,” she grits and smashes her lips against mine.
Our bodies crash against each other. Hands claw at slick skin. Both of our voices cry out in greed and hunger as we meet our orgasms together.
I collapse on top of her, resting my cheek against her chest. The beat of her heart rams against me.
I run my palm up and down her torso as her fingers play in my hair.
“Mmm,” she hums. “Same time tomorrow?”
I laugh and kiss her chest, right over that beating heat.
“What? Are you done with me?” Maybe I’m not done with her. Maybe I can’t be.
“Do you think I wake up looking as pretty as I do? I need eight hours, Lover Boy. Your visits are starting to cause bags.”
I pinch her side and make her squeal, her legs jumping up and caging around my back.
“You always look beautiful to me.”
Her laugh fizzles out, but the contemplative smile remains.
“Okay. Tomorrow.” I reach up and drop a quick peck on her lips before rolling off the bed.
She watches me as I get dressed. The sheets pooled around her waist leave her torso deliciously naked. Her skin looks golden and glistening under the lamplight. The barbells on her nipples are far too fucking enticing.
I would love to spend a whole night in her bed, waking up as often as I wanted to keep taking her, over and over again.
It would never be enough.
I look around for my shoes, remembering I tossed them haphazardly down her hallway when I ran through earlier. I walk back to the bed, happy with the lazy contentment she wears and kiss her forehead.
“Good night,” she whispers.
“Sweet dreams, baby.” I shut off her lamp and quickly step through the house.
Moonlight streams through the windows in the kitchen and lounge room. I tiptoe over to the coffee machine. Grabbing a pink mug off the dish rack, I pop a coffee pod into the top so it’s ready to go in the morning.
I gather my shoes along the way to the door and flick the lock before closing it behind me. And just like every time I leave this place, I hope I can eventually convince this girl to give me more.
Because fuck if I’m not falling hard and fast for my pretty Bombshell.