Chapter 19 - Anton
Her hand teases over my cock, and I quickly grab her wrist and pull it away. I wrap my other hand around her jaw and pull her lips off mine, staring dark warnings into her beautiful eyes.
“Pixie, you are asking for trouble you can’t handle,” I mutter dangerously.
“Maybe I want trouble I can’t handle,” she muses.
A growl slips from my lips as I push her gently onto her seat again. “Stay on your side of the car, or we won’t make it home before I rip that dress off you,” I say.
She giggles and sits elegantly next to me, pretending to be innocent as she uses her fingers to slowly drag her dress higher, inch by inch, up her legs.
I start the car, doing everything I can to ignore her as I pull out into the road.
We live close enough that I can make it home, but she’s not planning on making it easy for me, that’s for sure.
We’re out of the busiest part of the city when she gets her dress all the way up to her hips and slowly spreads her legs open.
She giggles softly, and my hands tighten around the steering wheel.
“Stop that, Pixie,” I growl as she slides her hands up the soft inner skin of her thighs.
“Why?” she whispers, biting her lips as she watches me squirm.
My cock is pressing rock-hard against my pants.
The ache of not being inside her is almost too much to bear.
When she pulls her dress altogether out of the way and cups her hand over her pussy, I can’t take another second of it.
Thank fuck we’re up near the lookout point. Lover's Lane. That’s what they call it.
I pull off to the side of the road when I see the strip of gravel that leads to the higher point.
And I breathe another sigh of relief when I see there are no other cars there.
“What are you doing?” she giggles innocently when I park the car at the edge of the lookout and turn the engine off.
“You know exactly what I’m doing, you fucking tease!” I snarl, opening my door and climbing out.
“Anton,” she yelps. “Where are you—” I tug her door open and lift her from the car before she can finish her question.
She laughs as I carry her to the front and set her ass down on the hood, grabbing her dress and tugging it right up over her waist.
“Is this what you wanted, little pixie? To be fucked out in public?”
She gasps with pleasure as I push my hand between her legs.
She’s absolutely soaked. My fingers dance over her pussy, and she arches her back with her hands resting against the hood of the car as she looks up at the sky.
“Mm. This is what you wanted,” I growl, tugging my pants open.
She spreads her legs wider for me, and I chuckle darkly.
Taking her by surprise, I lift her and flip her over onto her stomach, pressing her face against the hood and kicking her feet apart.
She yelps and tries to move, but I grab her wrists and pin them above her head as I lean my body over hers so she can’t escape me.
My cock is pressing between her legs, rubbing right against that sweet, warm honey of hers.
She’s still wiggling, a weak attempt at fighting me, but really what she’s doing is rubbing her pussy against my cock and begging me to slip inside her.
“You’ve been very naughty,” I warn her.
“I have,” she agrees in a whisper.
“Do you naughty girls get what they want?” I ask, slapping my hand hard across her ass.
She cries out and arches her back to push her pussy harder against me.
“No,” she squeals, still trying to rub herself against me.
“What do you want, Pixie?” I ask, still pinning her down.
“Fuck me hard, like you can’t control yourself,” she pleads, her words almost breaking me because I can barely control myself, and she knows it.
I scoff, laughing at her request. “Fuck you hard?” I say, slowly pushing my cock inside her.
It pushes her pussy open, and I slide in, inch by inch, deeper, stretching her, but so slowly she’s whimpering and complaining.
“No, I said fuck me hard!” she huffs.
“Oh, I know exactly what you said, Pixie,” I growl.
I pull out before I’m buried all the way in her, then slowly push into her again.
She sounds like she is in agony in her desperation to have me, and they are the mostly beautiful sounds to witness as I rock my hips back and forth, teasing her with my cock, teasing myself as I watch her beautiful body writhe beneath me.
“Please,” she whimpers again.
“Tell me how badly you want me,” I demand, a snarl against her ear.
“I need you so badly. I need to feel you take me and claim me,” she murmurs.
“Claim you?” I say in surprise. Instantly, I want to do that. I want to claim her. Now and a thousand times more.
I thrust forward hard enough to rock the car. She cries out in pleasure. I release her hands and grab her hips, fucking her harder and harder the louder she moans.
She presses her fingers into the car, arching against me with the cold night air on her naked ass.
I slap her again as I thrust forward. She yelps and her pussy shudders over my cock.
The second time I slap her and thrust into her, her legs start shaking.
My beautiful little pixie, already about to come.
It makes me wild with desire and my fingers dig into her hips as I fuck her even harder.
My cock fills her up and leaves her begging for more and more.
Her entire body is suddenly shaking. Her pussy locks onto my cock, and I groan with pleasure as I push deeper into her.
Her orgasm spasms around my cock and makes me explode inside her in rolling waves of pleasure.
She giggles when I pull out and step away from her. She turns and stands, wiggling her dress back down over her hips. She stands up on her tiptoes and kisses me, then with all the cheek in the world she says, “I always get what I want.”
I can’t help the bubble of laughter that erupts from me as I pull her tight against my body to hold her in my arms.
“Your mischievous little gremlin,” I say against her lips.
“Oh, what happened to pixie?” she grins.
We kiss under the stars in the chilled winter air.
When I pull my head back to look at her again, my heart swells with so many emotions it’s difficult to speak.
She is everything to me. This isn’t an obsession to conquer. This is…this is something so much deeper. So much more realer than that.
“I am always going to take care of you, Izabel. You and our baby. I promise you that you and our little gremlin will never ever be without, and you will always be protected.”
“I don’t want protection, Anton. I want someone to be there as a father for my baby. A family. I want something real,” she whispers.
“I want the same thing. I want that with you.”
***
The flight to Chicago has my nerves on edge. My shoulders are tense, and my jaw is tight. Izabel keeps reaching out to touch me, running her hand over my leg or gently tracing her fingers up the back of my neck.
“Thank you for doing this. I know you don’t want to,” she says with a soft smile on her face.
“I do want to. I just don’t expect it to go well,” I explain.
“It’s going to go well. Josiah wouldn’t have invited you to start a fight in his own family home. He’s not like that.”
“And his brother? His sister?”
“Oh, you’ll love them! They’re amazing,” she says happily.
“Amazing, huh,” I grumble.
She pulls my face towards hers and kisses me. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
Izabel is excited when we arrive at the front steps of Josiah’s family home. It’s a nice-looking place. Even before they open the front door, we can hear music playing loudly from inside, accompanied by laughter.
I take a deep breath as we walk up the stairs.
Izabel takes my hand in hers. She throws me a happy smile. She’s obviously excited to be here.
The door doesn’t open. It bursts open, and two tiny twins run out at full speed, followed by an older girl I recognize from photos. Alara, Josiah’s sister.
“Lizard!” one of the little girls shouts, leaping from the top step into Izabel’s arms. She has to move so quickly to let go of my hand and catch the girl.
“Oh, my goodness, you are getting way too heavy to bomb me like that!” Izabel laughs, nuzzling her face into the little girl’s hair.
“Izzie,” the other little girl says, slipping her arm around Izabel’s waist and snuggling close.
“Hello, Kelsey, little muffin, you guys get taller every time I see you. How old are you and Kira now? Nine?” Izabel asks with a cheeky grin.
“We’re six and an almost half! How come you always forget!” Kira says, horrified.
“Goodness me. I thought you were nine already. You’re so tall,” she replies, setting Kira down next to Kelsey.
“Guys, this is my friend, Anton,” she says, gesturing to me.
Both girls smile sweetly, one bold and confident, the other a lot more reserved, with piercing eyes that seem to study me with curiously beyond her years.
“Hello Anton, are you her boyfriend?” Kira asks, placing her hands on her hips.
“Yes, uh, sort of,” I say.
“She’s wearing a ring,” Kelsey says with sharp observation. “They married,” she confirms.
“No, they did not marry. No way. We would have been invited to the wedding!” Kira snaps back, horrified her sister would even suggest such a thing.
“Come on, girls, let’s go inside,” Alara says, ushering the twins away so she can have a chance to say hello to Izabel.
She wraps her arms around Izabel’s waist and hugs her tightly. “Oh, my goodness, I’ve missed you!” she says, squeezing tighter.
“I’ve missed you too!”
“Hi, Anton, it’s really nice to meet you. I’m Alara, Josiah’s sister,” Alara says, stepping away from Izabel to smile at me.
I hold out my hand. “It’s a pleasure. I am—”
She ignores my hand and hugs me, too, catching me off guard.
“Come on in. Everyone is hanging out in the living room. We have a big fire going.”
Izabel walks in ahead of me, and instantly a man sweeps her off her feet, spinning her around with his arms around her waist. My hackles spike. The anger turns hot inside me. Who the fuck is this guy?
“Izo-pod!” he shouts, laughing, still spinning her.
“Put me down, you heffalump!” she squeals happily.