Dair (The Wild Side #3)(20)
I processed that. She was such a whirlwind, and it was always easy to let that whirlwind sweep me up with it, but I suddenly remembered that I needed some things clarified.
“I know you’re going to tell me it’s complicated, but I need you to clear something up for me. I need to know what’s up with you and Heath. First you drug me, knock me out for this guy, and now he’s the one you’re running from? Am I getting this right?”
She flushed, wringing her hands, not looking me in the eye suddenly, and I knew it was because she felt guilty for what she’d done, knocking me out cold while I was still twitching inside of her.
Good. She should feel bad about that.
“I did that for you, not him. I knew if you fought when he came to take you back, he’d hurt you bad. And he is helping me, but that doesn’t mean he’s not dangerous. Well, not to me, but to you he is. You need to avoid setting him off. He has a temper.”
No shit.
“I’m very sorry for that,” she added, voice small. “Please don’t hate me.”
I took pity on her instantly. “I’m over it. I’d kind of figured you thought you were doing it for my own protection.” I stroked her jaw, mood shifting as I stared down at her repentant, downcast face. “And I could never hate you, but I think you know that.”
She answered by nuzzling into my chest, and my mood shifted even more.
“I was really disappointed that our night got cut short,” I told her gruffly. “When will I get another chance to have a glow-in-the-dark lipstick blow job?”
She grinned up at me, a sweet, filthy light in her eyes. “It’s not glow-in-the-dark, but I do have lipstick.”
I blinked. I’d only been teasing, but I certainly wouldn’t turn it down.
She pulled away from me, moving across the room to a big bag on a chair in the far corner.
I found a light switch and turned it on, taking in her outfit. It was nothing too shocking, especially considering some of the things I’d seen her wear, but it still got me worked up, or rather, the body it housed did.
She looked like a different girl with the pink hair, tiny cutoff jean shorts that barely covered her ass, combat boots with high, chunky heels, and a cropped white muscle tee with a kitten in sunglasses on the front that read: LET’S GET CRAY.
She was an adorable, punk version of herself.
And still way, way too young for me.
I felt like a pervert while I found myself a seat on the edge of the room’s big bed, and watched her bend over to search through her bag, but that didn’t stop me from shrugging off my T-shirt, and as I watched her perky ass pointing my way, pulling out my dick.
She straightened, turning to face me while she applied dark red lipstick, opening her mouth into a suggestive O that had me jerking myself impatiently.
She began to move towards me, her walk sultry.
“Clothes off,” I told her, forcing my hand away from my dick, with an effort.
She stripped slowly, having to sit down first to take off her heavy shoes, then standing, and taking the rest off, working bottom to top, her shirt and bra coming off last, when she stood directly in front of me, close enough to shove her tits in my face as she bared them.
I only got in one tonguing kiss on the underside of one breast before she shifted back, then lowered to her knees.
She gave me a coquettish smile and set to work.
I gripped her hair and watched, jaw more than a little slack.
She ringed half my c**k with four deep red rings, reapplied the lipstick, and finished, right up to the tip.
She pulled back when she was done, and we both stared, admiring her handwork.
I pulled her hot little mouth to mine, kissed her deep, her pulpy lips giving to mine, driving me wild. I took my time, pulled back, and pushed her head back down.
I watched her head bobbing on my colorful shaft, eyes heavy lidded, breath panting out of me.
Generally, it was a dick move to draw a b**w j*b out longer, but I couldn’t seem to help myself this time, enjoying the view too much, taking permanent snapshots in my mind for future use.
She’d just finished sucking the last drop of seed from my tip when I yanked her up on the bed and flipped her onto her back, legs spread wide.
Her feet tapped out a vigorous rhythm on my back as I lapped between her thighs. I took my time, tongue and hands working her cunt over thoroughly.
I did this until she’d come twice, and I was ready to come again.
I climbed up her body, using my h*ps to spread her legs wider, my body coming down heavy on hers. She took my weight with gasping delight, and I came inside of her, and she felt so good, so hot and slick and narrow, closing around me snugly from tip to base, that I nearly exploded right then.
“I’m pretty sure lipstick is probably meant for external use only,” I told her as I moved inside of her.
“Oh sure, now you tell me,” she gasped back with a smile, moving her heels to dig into the bed, thrusting her h*ps up to take me deeper. “A little late.”
I laughed and kissed her. “I love you,” I told her, surging into her, already racing toward the finish.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
We set our plan in motion the next day.
I packed a small suitcase with one nice suit, swim trunks, several T-shirts and athletic shorts, plenty of boxer briefs, one extra pair of nice shoes, and the essential toiletries, prepped my work issues for a two-week absence, and left my house at ten a.m., clear instructions in my head, per Iris.