Chapter 15 A Different Idea #2
My pussy wasn’t just wet, it was drenched and aching. I lifted my hips to line him up.
His lips left mine. We were both panting.
“Ted, I need you.”
His heated blue eyes burned into me. “I know, my sweet Ava.”
He grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted my legs up, then he drove into me, inch by torturous inch.
“God, yes,” I breathed.
He closed his eyes and inhaled through his nose.
“Give me more, honey,” I said.
He opened his eyes. They shone with desire…and something else that looked like restraint. “You’re so damned tight, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You aren’t hurting me, Punc. And even if you did, it would be a good hurt, yeah?”
He lowered himself and drove inside me a little more. I rocked my hips.
He grunted before saying, “You’re killing me, Smythe.”
I clenched him quick with my pussy. “Same, Ted. Give me all of that long, thick cock. Then fuck me. Hard.”
After a low growl, he said, “Goddamn. You’re gorgeous, you feel so fuckin’ good it’s not funny, and it sounds like you got a dirty mouth.”
I reached up and used my fingernail to draw a circle around his nipple. “Fuck me, Ted. I need it.”
He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me for a long moment. Then he pushed forward, and I had all of him. I reveled in feeling the fullness of our connection.
“Yes,” I moaned.
As if it were a cue, he leaned up, planted his hands on the bed beside me, and pistoned his hips.
He did it hard. Almost to the point of punishing, and I planned to find plenty of ways to get punished, because this was delicious.
I felt my body moving up the bed with his thrusts. My hands darted out and I put my palms to the wooden headboard. Using that as leverage, I met his powerful thrusts. Heat surged through my body. Our eyes locked and I felt our connection in a whole new way.
“Fuck, Savannah, not sure I can last much longer,” he hissed.
He shifted his weight to one hand, while the other zeroed in on my clit.
Heat concentrated in my core, and I felt the overwhelming sensation mounting.
He rubbed me again and again, then ground against me on his upward thrusts.
The sensations weren’t mounting any more, they had built to a high crest.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, and my orgasm rushed over me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, then stilled with his release.
He withdrew only to glide back in, then repeated the motion twice more, like he couldn’t get enough. For some reason, I liked that.
I stared up at him. “That was pretty fucking epic.”
He smiled, then lowered his head and laughed into my shoulder. He lifted his head, his eyes dancing over my face. “Yeah, that it was. Let me deal with this condom, baby.”
I couldn’t help but marvel at Punc’s nakedness when he came back into the room. He crawled across his side of the bed until he hovered over me.
“Do you have a shift tomorrow?” he asked.
I twisted my lips to the side. “This is no time to bring up work, honey.”
He lowered himself so his weight rested on his forearms. “This isn’t bringing up work, it’s bringing up the fact that I don’t share. After something that phenomenal, it’s official: you’re mine. Other men seeing what’s mine is a problem.”
I forced myself to keep a neutral tone. “How am I supposed to pay my bills then?”
His head twisted an inch as he thought about it. “We’ll figure something out, but dancing for other men is over.”
My eyebrows arched. “So in all this, I’m the one who has to quit.”
He shifted so that he was partly on his side, holding his head in his hand, but he had one thick leg draped over me. “I didn’t say you have to quit. I said you aren’t dancing anymore because I can’t deal with you baring yourself to strangers.”
“In other words, I could wait tables?”
His lips pursed for a moment. “Not real cool with that. Half my time is spent telling drunks to keep their hands off the servers’ asses.”
“Punc,” I started.
He put his finger to my lips. “You told me, ‘Most women don’t want to take their clothes off to make ends meet.’ And you didn’t have a choice. Now, I’m taking care of Frank Darren which means you have a choice about dancing.”
I glanced away from him.
“What is it, honey?” he asked.
I met his gaze. “Working for Rita gave me enough to cover my own bills, but even then, things got tight once in a while. Now that I’m Cat’s guardian, I’ve got to find a way to make more - regardless of the debt Mom left us.”
He traced his finger along my hairline and around my ear. “What do you want to do? And what about child support? Wasn’t your mom getting that from your dad.”
I shook my head. “She didn’t, at least not based on what I saw in her bank statements.
And I’m not going to hold his feet to the fire on that because he’d probably insist on going before a judge or some shit, and I don’t have the money for a lawyer.
Especially not with Cat’s senior trip deposit coming due soon, and all the other stuff that goes with being a senior. ”
He leaned forward and gave my lips a peck. “Sweetheart, you figure out what you want to do. The rest will work itself out.”
“I sure hope you’re right because my luck hasn’t been going that way.”
He dragged his finger down my neck to my chest, but didn’t touch my breasts. “You mentioned an insurance payout, right?”
“Yes.”
“That will take some of the pressure off,” he said, then kissed my shoulder.
His attention to my body was getting me more and more aroused. I forced myself to stay focused on the conversation. “Maybe, but I was hoping there would be enough to pay off the second mortgage.”
His head reared back. “Damn, I forgot about that. Still can’t believe there’s two mortgages on this place.”
“Yeah.”
“Sweetheart.”
The tone of his voice was exceedingly gentle, but it also struck me as being a condemnation and my defenses went up.
“I know, Punc. If it were just me, I’d have sold the place, or at least spoken to someone to get an idea of whether I’d even get any money out of it. But Cat deserves as much stability as I can give her.”
He shoved an arm under my waist, rolled to his back, and hauled me on top of his body. “Jesus. You’re so damned giving.”
“She’s my sister, Punc.”
“Yeah, but the way you’re sacrificing yourself for her… it’s really fuckin’ admirable, even if I want to tell you to start putting yourself first for a change.”
I shook my head. “She isn’t even an adult yet, Punc. I can put myself first once she’s off to college.”
He gathered my hair to one side and held it in his hand. With his other hand, he skimmed his fingers down my neck, along my upper chest, and over the swell of one of my breasts. “You’re so gorgeous, inside and out.”
I tilted my head. “Punc, caring about my sister doesn’t make me gorgeous on the inside. It’s what I’m supposed to do.”
He rolled us both so fast I let out a low, excited yelp. The stern look in his eyes made my smile falter, and I braced.
“It’s more than what you’re supposed to do, Savannah.
Hell, your dad is supposed to care about both of you.
He’s supposed to keep you two out of harm’s way and he’s put you both in the fuckin’ thick of it.
Yeah, you’re supposed to take care of your sister, but plenty of bitches your age would force her to get a job and pull her weight. ”
I knew I shouldn’t interrupt him, but my eyes widened at the idea that Cat wasn’t contributing. “She’s pitching in around here in other ways, Punc.”
He dipped his chin. “And there you go…you’re empathetic, you’re understanding. You want to shoulder as much of this burden as you can… and that comes from who you are, but I’m big believer that it comes from deep in your soul. Don’t ever tell me you aren’t gorgeous because you fuckin’ are.”
I pressed my lips together and stared at him. In this new position, I became more aware of certain things about him. “All right, honey, I won’t say I’m not gorgeous, but are you hard again after laying into me like that?”
He chuckled. “That’s a great choice of words… laying into you. Yeah, I’m hard again because I want to being laying into you in a different way. You down for that?”
I pushed against his shoulders. “More like I’m up for that, because I want to be on top.”
He grinned, then executed another roll and I found myself astride him. His hands came around my waist and up my torso until he held my breasts in each hand. “You better hurry up and get that box of condoms, baby. I can’t wait to watch you ride me because it’s gonna be one helluva show.”
“I nearly forgot about protection,” I murmured.
His eyes locked with mine and he released his hold on me. “Yeah, it’s easy to get carried away with you.”
I grinned and swung off of him. “Me? That’s all on you, biker man.”
He swatted my tush before I left the bed. “Hurry, woman.”
In the end, I hurried for the condoms, but I took my sweet time riding my man.
Punc
He and Savannah dozed for about an hour after what had to be the hottest sex of his life.
Best ever. When he peeled his eyes open, he had a smile on his face.
That hadn’t happened in a damned long time.
The room brightened from sunlight pouring in through the blinds and Savannah shifted next to him.
He wanted to pounce on her again, but they had other things to do.
She needed to park inside the garage, not just Catalina. If there were boxes of her mom’s crap to be sorted and moved, they needed to deal with them, and he could definitely help her with that.
“You’re in deep thought,” Savannah murmured, her voice sleepy.
He twisted and kissed her forehead. “Sort of. Never thought I’d ask my woman this, but are you ready to clear out the garage? I want to make sure you can park in there tonight, and put my bike in there, too.”
Her eyes were full of something he’d never seen before, almost like marvel. “Did you call me your woman?”
He dipped his chin. “Of course I did. You’re mine.”
“Wow. So, my man wants to do housework with me… even though I’m laying here naked beside him?”