4. HUSH
Four
HUSH
She argues the whole walk to the truck. Not saying no. Just noise. Her job. Her cousin. Her car. I put her in the passenger seat, reach over her body, buckle the belt across her tits. She smells like me. Sweat and sex and the rubber of my mask sitting on the console. Fuck.
My place is a loft over the gym two blocks from the warehouse. I don’t bring women here. I don’t bring women anywhere. I fight and I go home and I don’t explain the mask to people who only want the myth.
Nyla walks in like she’s trying to not touch anything. Then she sees the heavy bag, the wrap station, the bed that’s too big for one person, and her face softens.
“You live like you only come here to train.”
“Take off your jeans.”
She blinks. “But we just…”
“I know what we just did. Not done looking. Off. Bra too. I want all that body where I can put my mouth on it.”
She mutters something but does as she’s told.
Standing in my kitchen in ruined panties, all that’s her on fucking display, she crosses her arms like that’ll hide anything.
It fucking doesn’t. Full tits, her nipples still wet from my mouth.
Soft waist. Long, shapely legs shiny where I leaked out of her. My bite blooming on her chest.
Fucking mine.
I sit in my armchair. Still in my shorts. Mask on the table, the empty skull looking like it’s watching. And crook two fingers.
“Come here. Straddle me. Leave the panties on. I’m going to ruin them worse.”
She does. Her legs on each side of my hips, hovering over my cock.
I drag the soaked cotton aside and sit her on me in one drop that punches the air out of both of us.
Her head falls back. And I get my mouth on her throat, her tits, the bite I already left.
I don’t thrust. Just hold her there, stuffed full, and make her work for it.
“Move. Grind your fucking perfect ass. Fucking use me.”
She rolls her hips. Slow at first. Then greedy. Wet. The chair creaks. Her breasts bounce in my face and I suck a nipple until she whimpers. My teeth grazing, tape-rough hands spreading her ass so I can feel how fucking deep she’s taking me.
“That’s it. Ride my fucking dick like you want another load. Your pussy’s already fucking sloppy and it’s still sucking. You were fucking made for this, Nyla. Made to get on your knees, get filled, and come home with your fucking man.”
She comes with her forehead on my shoulder, shaking, moaning my name, and my chest goes tight. I stand with her still on my cock and carry her to the bed because I need her spread out. I need to fucking see.
I put her on her back and fold her lush thighs to her chest. The view is fucking filthy. Her pretty pussy stretched around me, shiny, leaking, clit swollen and begging. I spit on it. Rub it in with my thumb. Watch her jump.
“Reece…”
I slide home again, watch her take every inch, watch her mouth fall open. “You walked into my fucking building. Looked at me like you wanted to get fucking ruined. I’m not a good enough man to pretend I didn’t see it.”
I fuck her through another orgasm. Slow, then rough.
I tell her how tight she is. How fucking pretty she looks taking it.
How I’m going to keep her dripping. How if she wasn’t on anything I’d breed her tonight and make her walk around with it.
She comes again on that last sentence, chocking on a moan, and I almost lose it.
I pull out, flip her, drag her to the edge of the mattress on her knees, and push her chest down.
“Ass up.”
My fucking good girl obeys. And that ass is a fucking problem.
I spread her, drag my tongue from her clit all the way up through the mess I made, eat her like I’m fucking starving, because she tastes like both of us and I want it all over my fucking face.
She fists the sheets and pushes back on my mouth, cursing, and I don’t stop until she’s sobbing into the mattress.
Then I line up and push back in from behind so I can watch her glorious ass take me. I come on a growl, draped over her back, palm on the nape of her neck, pumping every drop as deep as it goes.
After, I clean her with a warm towel because I’m not a complete animal. Then I pull her into my chest.
“I don’t do nights,” I say into her hair.
She’s quiet. Then: “So what is this?”
“The last first night.” I kiss the bite on her breast, then her mouth.
“Never had a woman in my locker room. Never had a woman I wanted to keep. Don’t fucking fight it, Nyla.
You’re it. You get on your knees when I tell you.
You take this dick like a good girl. You sleep in this bed.
And I fucking worship you. In and out of bed. ”
She moves her face into my throat, and I feel her nod.
“Good girl,” I murmur, and my hand slides between her legs just to feel how wet she still is. “Sleep. I’m going to need this pussy again before the sun’s up.”