Chapter 26 Hutch
Hutch
I grip my cock in the dark, groaning low. There’s no way in hell this isn’t happening tonight. My balls feel heavy and ready to explode.
Hand moving on autopilot, I spit into my palm and bring it back to my dick, tucking my boxers under my aching balls with the other. Fisting my length, I let my mind wander back to the first night with her out at Hank's.
I grind against her, the bulge in my jeans pressed against her ass. It’s rough and filthy, but the way her hand grabs my cock through the denim tells me everything I need to know. She hates me—but she wants this just as bad. Maybe more.
The backs of her thighs hit the makeshift workbench I’ve been using to cut wood floor planks at Hank’s house. I spin her flush with my chest and growl into her ear, my voice rough and low. “You’re. Not. In. Charge.”
My grip tightens around my cock. I stroke harder, chasing the memory, the sound of her breath catching as she fought a moan.
God, her mouth.
I shove a second finger into her—rough and fast and groan loudly.
I let out a groan and fuck my fist faster. It’s perfect. I can almost feel her slick heat on my fingers.
“I knew you’d be soaked for me,” I murmur, eyes squeezed shut, into the quiet of the Vanagon, like I did that night against her ear. “You’ve been eye fucking me all night. You can deny it all you want, California, but a cunt this wet doesn’t lie.”
My grip strangles my cock. My other hand tugs on my balls, edging myself as is she’s right here with me.
Peaches and vanilla. That’s how she smelled that night.
“You know,” I tell her, “you should really ask yourself what that says about you. Riding the hand of the asshole you hate.”
“It says I like a big cock and a pretty face. N-nothing more.”
“God, I love the mouth on you,” I pant.
No resistance when I work her jeans down and bend her over the workbench. The moonlight casts her in silver-blue, skin glowing, and that’s when I see it.
Robin’s egg blue, dainty as fuck. So goddamn sexy.
“Butterfly tramp stamp, huh?” I say on a pant, tracing it with my fingers. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”
Back in the Vanagon, I stroke harder, thumb running over the head, slicking precum. “Fuck.”
On my knees behind her now, completely at her mercy. Her ass is a fucking masterpiece. I grip both cheeks and spread her wide.
She gasps a whispered, “Oh fuck.”
The black lace of her tiny thong barely covers anything. My dick aches just looking. The urge to taste her—no, to feast on her—is overwhelming.
I fist the fabric and yank it up tight between her cheeks, causing her to whimper.
“This fucking ass,” I grit, nipping one cheek with my teeth. “Goddamn.”
She jerks slightly at the bite, head falling forward between her arms, hair spilling like a curtain over her shoulders as she rolls her hips back against my face.
I could come like this—face full of her, the scent of her slick heat in the air.
“You’re a slutty little thing, aren’t you?” I growl, letting my breath coast over the sensitive skin of her spread cheeks, followed by the pad of my thumb ghosting across her hole. “So fucking pretty.”
She shudders, grinding against me, hips circling in desperate, greedy little movements like she can’t decide what she wants more—my fingers, my mouth, or both.
One hand works her over from the inside, while the first and second of my other hand work her clit. She moans and whimpers, pressing back against me as I bury my face between her cheeks, licking, sucking, nipping at her until her thighs shake.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants, then suddenly she’s coming—body tensing, filthy sounds pouring from her lips. Curses and panted breaths mix with the wet, obscene slick of her soaking my hand as I fuck her through it.
The filthy scene plays out in my mind and next she’s on her knees, curls wild around her face, eyes locked on mine.
I jerk myself faster, my grip punishing, desperate.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, eyes wide. “You’re pierced?”
“Think you can take it?”
She teases the piercing with her tongue, then draws the tip of my cock into her mouth. "Such a greedy girl,” I praise her.
She pulls back slightly to lock eyes with me, and gives me a slow pump, mouth close, causing a bead of pre cum to smear across her lip. She licks it clean, slow and filthy. Then runs her tongue around the head before taking me deeper.
My head drops back. Fuck, her mouth is perfect. When her hand slips into my boxers to tug on my balls, I jerk forward, hitting the back of her throat.
She gags.
A groan escapes me—low, satisfied, feral.
She hums around my cock, fingers gripping my ass, yanking me deeper. Her eyes tear up and she chokes again, coughing around me.
A smug little chuckle rattles my chest.
Her eyes flash. A silent ‘fuck you’.
But then she hollows out her cheeks and takes me deeper.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth, California. If you don’t want that, you better tell me right fucking now,” I pant. “Your mouth is too good.”
She mumbles something around a mouth full of my cock, unintelligible.
I groan. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?”
She pulls off me with a lewd pop. “Then do it already, Bigfoot,” breathless, hungry, “and quit being a pussy. I can feel you holding back. Fuck my face or don’t bother.”
Her words shove me over the edge and my cock pulses, filling her mouth.
“Open up,” I tell her. “Let me see it, California.”
A groan vibrates my chest at the memory of her mouth full of my cum, pink tongue out like a perfect little cum slut.
“Swallow it,” I pant, alone in the dark, my balls drawing up tight.
And that’s all it takes.
“Jesus. Fuck. Fuuuck,” I moan, head thrown back, as my cock pulses in my fist. Ropes of cum shoot across my stomach and chest. I come hard, breath catching in my throat, eyes slammed shut and it feels like it lasts forever.
When I can finally breathe again, I’m wrecked. Laying there, coated in cum, heart pounding.
I roll to my side, grab my shirt from the floor and wipe myself down. Tossing it on the floor, I fall back against the pillows, lungs still pulling in air.
And even after all that, one thought won’t let go.
I don’t have one fucking clue how I’m ever going to get Ginger out of my system.