Vanya #3
Flicking his eyes to me, then back to the pictures quickly, I feel my anxiety skyrocketing as I wait for him to say something. I was just thinking that I should have sent them to him, or at least not stayed around while he looked them over when the silence became too much.
Unable to take it anymore, “So? Whatcha think?” I ask, breaking the silence. Relief floods through me as Dax looks up with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Licking his lips, he says, “I just found another thing that’ll never happen again, unless I’m the one doin’ it.” Crooking his finger at me calling me to him.
As I move from the chair, crawling over the table to the couch, I feel his eyes tracking my movements as I settle next to him.
As soon as I’m situated, he crawls into my lap, straddling my legs, arms wrapped around my neck still holding onto the pictures and I feel his hard cock pressing into my abs as he leans in for a deep kiss, nipping at my lip as he pulls back.
Meeting his eyes, I watch blue turn gray with need as they lock with mine before he growls, “Mine.”
I chuckle, “Yes, Baby. I’m all yours. I only did it to send you something special to look at in there. Almost didn’t give ‘em to you since you’re out. But I did stay semi-clothed,” I explain, cheeks going pink as I shyly ask, “Like ‘em?”
He rolled his eyes, “I love ‘em, Kitten. That, uh…that jock strap you’re wearin’? Do you still have that or was that…”
I make a face, “Gross! No! I bought that specifically for that shoot,” I shudder before adding, “I wouldn’t even wear a jock that was yours. Blech!” I say, gagging at the thought.
Laughing, Dax rubs a hand over my chest, “Calm down, Kitten. Why don’t you go slip that on for me? I wanna see all of that up close and very personal. I’ll clean up out here and join you in the room in a few?” He says, shifting off my lap and pulling me to my feet.
Digging through the drawers to find the requested item, listening to the rustle of paper as he cleans up.
I hear the fridge open and shut as I find it shoved in the back of my drawer.
I’ve just barely got the jock on when I feel eyes on my back.
Turning to face him, I stand in the middle of our room in a red fishnet jockstrap and nothing else while his eyes trace over every inch of me.
I stare back as he leans against the door frame, my skin tingling everywhere his eyes touch.
With fire in his eyes, he swaggers towards me, stopping only to put the water on the night stand.
Stripping his shirt off, he reaches for me, hands roaming over abs, sliding over my chest and flicking my nipples with his thumbs as he slides his hands around my waist, running them down my back to grab my ass.
I melt into him as he pulls me to him, kissing his way up my chest to my neck before licking into my mouth.
Pulling back, the glint in his eyes makes me weak in the knees, “On the bed. And get real comfy, I’m about to have some fun,” he says, voice low and gravelly.
I shudder, moving quickly to do as I’m told.
As I crawl onto the bed, he swats at my ass playfully and my yelp turns into a soft moan as I turn over and watch him undress, licking my lips as I fold an arm behind my head to enjoy the view.
Joining me on the bed, he crawls over me, tracing each ab with his tongue before kissing, nipping, and licking his way to where my erection tents the jock.
Pausing to look at me from under thick dark eyelashes, he gives my cock the same treatment, sucking at the pre-cum leaking through the fishnet.
As I writhe on the bed underneath him, he presses his thumbs into my hips to hold me in place as I fist my hands into his hair.
Sliding a hand across my hips, he uses his forearm to keep me in place, laying on his stomach between my spread legs while trailing his tongue across my sac and over my perineum before swiping across my hole.
Moaning and whimpering as his tongue retraces his path back to the waistband of the skimpy fabric.
My breath catches in my throat as he pulls down the jock with his teeth, my hard cock slapping against my abs as it springs free.
Forcing my eyes open, I glance down, jaw dropping in a silent scream as I watch him suck me in.
With his arm still pinning me in place, he uses his free hand to stroke what he can’t take into his mouth.
Sliding up to the head of my cock, he swirls his tongue around the tip and I groan his name as pleasure courses through me.
Pulling off, his hand replaces his mouth on my cock and he twists on the upstroke, using pre-cum as lube as he trails the tip of his tongue over my balls.
My eyes slide shut as he sucks first one, then the other, into the warm heat of his mouth.
Licking and nipping at them softly, I come dangerously close to teetering over the edge.
I know he can tell when he pops his head up, ball dropping from between his lips.
Licking at the purple head of my length, he mutters, “Cum for me, Kitten. Let me taste you,” between swipes of his tongue.
I moan, wet heat engulfing my throbbing cock as he hollows his cheeks, sucking in a pulsing rhythm.
My vision goes white as I let go, shooting thick ropes of cum down his throat.
When I come back to reality, he’s sitting on his heels, watching me.
Seeing my eyes open he crawls over me, kissing me deeply and I groan, tasting myself on his tongue as I think, ‘My turn.’
Without breaking the kiss, I wrap my legs around his, grabbing his shoulders and flip him on his back.
Bracing myself on my forearms, I settle over him, caging him in, smirking as his eyebrows shoot up in shock.
As he looks at me, I lick my lips, watching him, “My turn,” I whisper as I kiss him softly.
Kissing my way down his neck to his chest, I swipe my tongue over his nipple eliciting a moan from him.
Blowing a stream of air, I watch his nipple harden before sliding across to give the same treatment to his other nipple.
His hips buck, his head pressing back into the pillow as he groans.
Pushing his hips into the bed, I trail my lips down his side, kissing and nipping my way to the defined v-cut at his hips, tracing it with my tongue.
Licking and sucking my way up the other side of his waist, I kiss my way down the center of his chest. Reaching his thick cock, I take him in my mouth, savoring the feel of the stretch.
Remembering the way it stretched my hole the other night, I moan around him.
He groans, tugging at my hair, “Oh, please! Do that again, Kitten,” he begs.
Pulling off his cock, I toss his legs over my shoulders as I trace my tongue across his taint and slide my hands under his ass, squeezing as I circle his hole with the tip of my tongue.
Feeling a shudder wrack through him, I stiffen my tongue, pushing into him, and groan at the taste as I feast on his ass.
Flexing his calves as he curls his toes, he reaches down, taking my hand and sucking two fingers into his mouth.
He swirls his tongue around them to get them wet, I moan against his puckered hole as I adjust to slip a finger in beside my tongue and he groans at the sensation.
Pulling away, I watch as his ass swallows two fingers easily and I scissor my fingers to stretch him open, brushing lightly against his prostate making him gasp.
He jolts when I press against his prostate again, fucking down on my fingers as I suck his cock back into my mouth. Working the head with my tongue, he moans out, “Darlin’, m’close. So close…fuck! More! Please! I need more!”
Glancing up, I catch him looking at me through heavy-lidded eyes.
With a wink, I add a third finger and watch his head drop back before I hollow my cheeks, pulling him in deeper until he hits the back of my throat.
Feeling him clench around my fingers, I quickly pull up enough to taste him as he cums.
Kicking off the jock, I swipe a stray drop from the corner of my mouth with my thumb and suck it off as I move to lay beside him. Tipping his head up, I kiss him softly, smiling as he lays his head on my chest. He trails his fingers over my side, panting as he says, “Damn, Darlin’.”
Chuckling, I kiss the top of his head before he shifts, reaching for the forgotten water bottle on the nightstand.
We move to sit against the headboard, pulling the blanket over our laps as we share a cigarette and the water.
He leans into my side and I wrap my arm around him, whispering, “Merry Christmas, Baby.”
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Daniella
I sit at the reception desk of the community center, my first job since getting the official diagnosis a few months ago, staring at the picture of Bre and her toothless smile from her first birthday on the desk in front of me.
Next to it, sits one from her second birthday followed by a picture of me, Bre and Jason.
Those were happier times. Times before everything really went to shit.
But with the restraining order in place, it was time to move on and I needed this job, being a single mom to one with another on the way.
With the announcement of my pregnancy, my mom had put her foot down.
I had to get a job and this one came with built-in daycare.
The door opened right as the phone rang. Without glancing up, I picked up the phone, holding a finger in the air letting the person coming in know that I would be right with them.
“Acceptance Alley, Dani speaking, how can I help you?” I say, hearing a gasp from the person in front of me. Looking up, I find myself staring into familiar green eyes and have to hold in my excitement as I listen to the caller before transferring the call where it needs to go.
Slamming the phone back on the receiver, I jump from behind the desk rounding it to pull Kai into a hug. “Oh my god!! What are you doing here?” I ask.