Too Hard(12)

I want to tell him I already know I’ll need this again, but he starts to rock my hips for me and all thoughts drain out of me. I really wish I’d taken my shorts off before I sat down on him, but I couldn’t muster the courage. I already went without panties and the shorts are thin so I’ll have to make do.

The roughness of his jeans on the inside of my thighs feels so good against my skin. It’s tough and raw like he is and I want to feel it all over my body. I bet his fingers would be rough against my clit, and I moan thinking about him putting his hand down my shorts.

“You’re a dirty little girl. I know what you’re thinking.” My face heats and I wonder if he really does. Would he guess I’m thinking about his big dick fitting inside of me? Butch looks like a man who can read someone and know everything they’re thinking. “You think I should give you what you want just because you sat down on my cock?”

“Please.” I rock with him and try to move faster but he has all the control. Oh god, I’m going to cum already and I’m mad it’s so fast. I don’t want this to be over because he might hold true to his word of only doing this one time. I need to savor it but his dirty words have me grinding down harder.

I drop the screwdriver from my hand and brace myself with both my palms on his chest. I know this orgasm is going to rock my whole world and I dig my fingers into his shirt as I feel it get closer. My eyes lock with his as I search for something. I’m so close but I need more and I don’t know why I’m not cumming. At first I thought I was going to go over instantly, but now I’m teetering on this edge and can’t go over it.

“Good girl.” His words are my undoing and the unknown thing I was looking for was his approval. That’s all I needed for him to push me over the edge and send me into pure pleasure. I cry out his name and my whole body shakes as warmth swallows me. I close my eyes. I fall into it and let it take me over as a peace I’ve never felt blankets me.

“You okay?” Butch’s hands move up and down my back, rubbing me softly. His voice is deeper now and I open my eyes to see we aren't in the kitchen. How had I not felt us move? I’m still in his lap and my thighs are straddling him but we’re on the sofa and my face is pressed to his chest.

“Yeah.” I close my eyes again because I never want to move. We sit in silence together for so long I know I’m going to have to say something, but I also know he’s likely going to bolt when I do. I pull back and look into his eyes, but his expression is unreadable. Not that I’m great with reading people, but I think he was jealous when he showed up this morning and saw another man at my place. I could be wrong though.

“Are you going to leave now?” I blurt out. I hold my breath as I wait for his response and he closes his eyes, looking pained. I look at his broad chest and I lift up, trying to get off his lap.

“I didn’t say you could move.” His hands hold me in place as my eyes meet his and my heart begins to pound.





Chapter Eight





Butch





“Why are you trying to run from me?” I should let her do it, but my body won’t let me.

“I don’t know.” She shrugs and looks away, but I’m not buying it.

“You think I don’t want you?” I touch her chin and force her to face me.

There are some advantages to being older, and that means less time for assumptions. Maybe if I were younger I’d play it cool or take my time, but I’ve been around long enough to know what I want when I see it. Harlow might not be what I should want, but I don’t have control over that. I sure as hell didn’t see her coming, so how could I have stopped it?

“I’m worried that you’re looking for a reason to escape.” Her emotions are so raw that when she says this, I know it’s the truth deep down in her heart.

“Nah, I’m just not ready for you to get up.” I smooth my hands down her back and around her ass. “I do need to go finish your kitchen, but I don’t want you rushing out of here because of what just happened.”

I can see by the blush in her cheeks she was thinking about it.

“You just said it was just once, so I didn’t know if maybe it felt like something you had to do.”

My laugh rumbles low in my chest and for a second her brow furrows and she gets this cute little line between her eyes.

“I don’t do anything I don’t want to. And if I could, I’d do that again and again.”

“Why can’t you?” Her bottom lip pokes out a little and I feel her rock against me once again.

“Goddammit, Harlow.” I lay my head back on the couch as I try to get myself under control. She rocks her hips again and I know I have to stop this. “Can’t you just take it for what it was? You needed me and I helped you out. But you don’t want to get tangled up with someone like me.”

Her hands rub across my wide chest and I feel her pause over my hard nipples. “Why wouldn’t I want to get tangled up with someone like you?”

“I’m old enough to be your daddy.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth I wish I could take them back. The sound of it on my tongue is too fucking good and I don’t want to give in to it.

“It wouldn’t have to be like that.” It’s like she’s reading my mind. “But I don’t do stuff like that, ever.” Her cheeks blush again at the mention of what we did in the kitchen. “And I wanted you to know that I liked it, and I’d want to do it again if you did, too.”