by Penny Wylder
“I like your hands,” she says, her voice delicate and soft.
“Really? You like these hands?” I ask, sitting down next to her. “Even though they're so damn rough?”
“I thought they felt good.” Narissa twists her head to look at me, pulling her bottom lip in.
The light from the moon casts a silver glow on her skin. She looks gorgeous. Her eyes are twinkling like stars. Her lips plump and juicy as she licks them slowly. This girl takes my breath away.
She's teasing you. But does she even know what she actually wants?
I need to just come out and ask her directly. I can dance around her feelings all day long, but it doesn't do any good if I don't get a straight answer. I know we haven't known each other very long, but why should that matter? When you feel it, you feel it. And if she's just not sure, that's fine too, we can take things as slow as she wants.
I just need to know if this is worth pursuing. If I don't stand a chance, she needs to tell me now. But, if Narissa feels even the smallest hint of something, as tiny as it might be, then we both deserve to see where this goes.
“What do you want, Narissa?” I blurt out the question. It's a simple question.
“What do you mean?” she asks. Sitting up straight, she inhales a deep breath, drawing my eyes to her tits.
My eyes linger for a moment, watching her breathe, watching her tits as they swell up, her cleavage threatening to pop the buttons on her shirt. I have to force myself to look away in order to stay in control of myself.
If it was up to my cock, I'd be fucking her here and now.
“You're hot and cold with me. One minute you want me, the next you're acting like nothing's happened. I don't care if you're not looking for anything serious, I'm not saying I am either, but you don't have to treat me like dirt.”
“I haven't treated you like dirt, Oliver, but we're not together. It's not like we're dating, and I need to pour my emotions out to you.”
“You're right, you don't. But that doesn't change how you acted toward me the other day.”
“Didn't we sleep together? I'm pretty sure that doesn't count as being treated like dirt.”
“You also took off and I haven't seen you since. I deserve respect too.”
“Oliver, look—”
“No,” I interrupt. “I'm not saying you're wrong. We're not together, and you don't owe me anything, but there's something about you I like. I like being with you. I like how it feels when my hands are on your body, and how you taste against my lips. I want more of it. You're like a drug, Narissa, and I can't get enough.”
Her lips purse tight as her eyes turn to slits. “I bet you say this to all the girls.”
“All the girls?” My voice raises in volume as my eyes widen. “There are no other girls, there haven't been in a long time.”
“What about my father? What do you think he'd say if he found out about us? You think he'd ever hire you again? You think he wouldn't try and smear you across this fucking city?”
“I don't care about any of that. You want me to walk away from this job? Because I will. I can find other jobs if you're that worried.”
She shakes her head no. “It's not just that, Oliver.”
“Then what? What else is there?” My eyes are open wide, begging her to tell me the truth. I don't want to be strung along. That's not good for either of us.
Narissa's body shifts, her expression softening. “I'm not saying I don't like the way I feel when I'm with you, because I do. But we both know this isn't going to go anywhere. When the job is done, you'll be gone. Maybe my father will hire you again, maybe he won't. And once you're gone, you're gone. That's how it works. People leave, they don't stick around, no matter how long you know them.”
“So you'd rather live your life behind walls keeping you safe? You'd rather live waiting for someone to leave, never allowing them in? We can't see the future, Narissa. No one knows what's going to happen, but you can't live in fear of that. You can't keep yourself in a protected box. It won't save you from feeling pain, it'll only stop you from feeling happiness.”
Narissa peers up at me, nibbling on her bottom lip. It looks like she wants to say something, but I don't let her. I kiss her. I don't want to waste this moment to show her how good it feels to let people in, not to push them away no matter how much it hurts, even if you still lose them in the end.
You can never know the true feeling of happiness unless you've experienced pain in the first place. That's what makes us human.
Her body stiffens slightly, lips tight for a split second before she relaxes. I feel the tension leave her, her body falling forward as her lips begin to kiss me back. The tip of her tongue tempts mine, telling me she wants more.
Slipping my tongue in her mouth, I lick across hers, circling and twisting. Our tongues tangle as our lips mash together. Narissa tilts her head, allowing me to kiss her deeper. Her breathing picks up as her tongue sweeps through my mouth, and her hands fly up into my hair.
I can feel her coming undone, the sharp thorns and vines slowly releasing her to me. And I love every second of it. Her fingers drag across my scalp and tear at my roots. Her chest lifts higher as her back straightens and she lays her leg over mine.
Grunting, I grab her by the ass, pulling her the rest of the way onto my lap. I dig my fingers into her ass, pushing her in against my hard cock. I'm so fucking hard already, and we've barely just begun.
The breeze blows and I feel her shiver. “Are you cold?” I ask her as we kiss. “We can go someplace—”
“Shh,” she says, hushing me with her voice and her tongue. “I don't want to go anyplace else. I want to be right here with you, right now.”
I hear her flats as they hit the wood floor. Narissa breaks away, sitting up straight and unbuttoning her shirt. Her fingers move slow, one button at a time until it falls away like wrapping paper off a present. Her tits are cradled in a black bra with a ridge of lace running across the top.
Rapid inhales are forcing her tits up toward my face, tempting me to stuff my face inside. I run a single finger up her belly as I relax back. She shivers again as I softly trace my finger in long, sweeping circles, across the top of her tits and back down her ribs.
Narissa grips the clasp on the front of her bra and unclips it. Her perfect raindrop shaped tits fall free, nipples hard instantly as small goosebumps rise on her delicate skin.
My finger runs over one nipple, then moves across to the other. Her hips start to roll, grinding against my length as she tips her head back and moans. I'm barely touching her, and yet it's like I'm already fucking her.
With her eyes shut, she feels my chest with her hands. Narissa dances her fingers over my abs, smoothing her palms back up over my pecs. Curling her fingers over my shoulders, she pushes her waist down harder, rubbing against my bulge.
“Fuck me,” I say, slipping my hand around her neck and pulling her ear to my lips. “Fuck me right here.” I slide my tongue over the shell of her ear and bite her earlobe. “It's what you want. Take what you want, Narissa. Take what you need from me.”
My fingers grip her neck, manipulating her head so I can kiss her throat. The sharp edges of my teeth graze her flesh, making her melt against my chest. I can feel her entire body quiver as I nip at her skin.
Fuck this girl does things to me. I can feel her invading my body. Through every muscle, every vein, every nerve, she's all over and it still isn't enough. I want so much more.
The pad of my thumb strokes the thick vein in her neck, feeling her pulse pick up. I love it. I love watching her react to my touch, to my lips, to my presence. The heat off her body is hot as a roaring fire. Small beads of sweat speckle her forehead, and her skin is dewy, glistening under the moonlight.
“Fuck me,” I say again, my bites more delirious and hungrier. “Just fuck me.”
I want her to control this. I want her to be the one to act, to crave, to demand from me. I know if she doesn't do it soon, I'm going to be the one takin
g charge, and I can't promise I'll be kind.
I'll take her hard. I'll take her fast. And I'll fuck her until she can't walk. Is that what she wants? Maybe. But right now, this is all her. It's her game and her rules. It's time for her to take control of something.
Narissa's eyes darken as her fingers work the button in her pants free. The bright green of her eyes is reflective, glowing like a cat in the night stalking its prey. She lifts up on her knees and shimmies her jeans down her legs.
My hands slip over her naked flesh, feeling her thighs, gripping her hips, smoothing up over her tits. I can't stop touching her. Her skin is soft like velvet and warm to the touch. Her thick pink nipples bead hard as diamonds.
Licking my lips, I growl as she places a tit against my lips and rakes her nipple back and forth. I stick out my tongue, flicking her nipple, and then suck her tit into my mouth.
Narissa groans as she drags her nails through my hair and grabs a handful. Tugging hard, she yanks my head back as she looks down at me with a smile. “Are you begging me to fuck you?” she asks, her lips holding a slight grin.
I nod easily, not even having to think about my answer. Yes, I'm begging her to fuck me. Because if she doesn't, I'm going to make her wish she had. If I take over, it won't be what she thinks.
I'm not a cruel man, but I can't promise her the animal inside won't take over. If that happens, she won't have a say in how it goes. She won't be able to slow it down. She won't be able to choose the pace.
Driving her hand into my pants, she grabs my dick, and starts to stroke me as she tears the button free with her other hand and yanks down the zipper. Narissa guides my cock out, continuing to work my length with long, slow strokes.
She glides to the tip, squeezes my head, and then slowly strokes back down. Over and over she jerks my cock, her pace steady and firm. My cock is pulsing harder and harder as it swells. The tip is shiny and slick as drops of pre-cum drip over the surface.
“Do you. . .” she starts to ask, but I already know what she's looking for.
“I do.” Taking a condom from my wallet, I'm about to open it when she nabs it from my hand.
She smiles, tearing it open with her teeth and putting it in her mouth. I love the look in her eyes right now. The way they flicker like a flame, dancing in the darkness as bright as the sun in the sky. She scoots down to my knees and arches her back, then rolls the condom down my length with her mouth.
My entire body shudders. The sensation moves from my head to my toes, causing them to curl in my boots. “Mm,” I groan as every muscle tightens and my stomach clenches hard.
Her eyes find mine as she raises up on her knees and positions herself over my cock. Using her hands to grip my shoulders, she slowly lowers herself down. I watch as my cock disappears inside her pussy. She devours me whole as her hot pussy pulses around my length.
I can feel her clit throbbing, beat after beat as her eyes meet mine and she stays still, letting her body adjust to my size. Her walls are stretched to the max, her pussy wet and slippery as she begins to ride me.
She feels so good like this. In my arms, her tits tickling my chest as her pussy milks my dick, it’s perfection. Even through the condom I feel her heat. She’s so tight, doing her best to keep me inside her.
“Fuck yeah,” I utter, my words breathy as I exhale. Planting open palms against her back, I pull her down to my chest, and bury my face in her hair.
Her hair smells like coconut, enticing me to breathe her in. I can't get enough. I want to imprint her on my brain, so I never forget her. The way her hands feel on my shoulders, slender fingers and sharp nails that scratch with pleasure. The way her lips move, plump and wet as she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth.
This moment is ours. This place is now ours. And just for right now, she belongs to me.
There's no place I'd rather be than right here.
I keep her close, thrusting my hips up as she slams down hard. We're both grunting and moaning as our bodies become one. Her pussy is dripping with slick juice that's pooling around my base. The sound of skin slapping mixes with our moans as she rocks faster and faster.
The tips of her fingers pierce my skin, but I can't feel any pain. All I feel is her. “Mm, fuck,” she moans loudly as her body stiffens and her back shoots up straight.
Holding her back, I jerk my hips up, letting the orgasm steal me away. Her body is trembling in my arms as she falls forward and rests her head against my shoulder. Our breathing is in sync. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest.
“Wow,” she says. “I've never felt this good before.”
My fingers brush through her hair, pulling it away from her face. “Right, me either.”
Narissa tilts her head up to look at me. “You mean that?”
“Of course I mean that.”
“How do I know you're telling me the truth? I'm sure guys say stuff like that all the time just to make girls feel good.”
“Is that a bad thing, to make a girl feel good?”
“It can be if you don't mean it.”
“So it's bad to feel good about yourself?”
She pushes herself up, her eyes flicking back and forth between mine. “It is if it's a lie.”
I brush the tips of my fingers across her forehead, touching her very lightly. “It's only a lie if you choose not to believe it.”
“A lie is a lie.”
“Let me let you in on a secret of mine. . .” I pause, taking her chin in my hand and tipping her head higher. “I don't lie. When I say something, I mean it.”
Narissa's lips thin as her eyes dart back and forth. “I want to believe you, I really do.”
“It's not just about believing, it's also about seeing. The only way you'll know is by giving me a chance to show you.”
I can make her promises all day long. Promises that I'm never going to hurt her. Promises that I'm never going to lie. Promises that will mean nothing if she can't open up and let me in.
A lie is an empty promise that someone can't keep.
I'm not a man who uses lies to get ahead.
I'm a man who says what he means.
5
Narissa
I can't believe I agreed to do this. I said I'd never come back.
Why did I say yes?
My eyes scan the front of the house. It looks worse than I remember.
The big rundown house is missing shingles on the roof. Large patches are falling inward like giant black holes. The few shutters that remain are hanging off the windows , and there's dark green mold climbing all over the wood shingles on the front near the door.
The grass in the front yard is brown, almost as if it’s been burned, and there are giant weeds growing out of the thick cracks in the driveway. Broken windows look like the eyes of the house have been gorged out. There are scars all over the exterior walls from kids in the neighborhood over the years throwing rocks and spray painting the walls.
But it's not the outside that scares me the most. It's what's on the inside.
My breathing picks up, causing my pulse to go crazy and my hands to sweat. I know I told him that I'm doing this, but when I said yes, I thought I could handle it. I thought it wouldn't affect me after so many years, but it does.
Oliver's truck is parked outside against the curb. I'm not sure how long I've been sitting here, but I've watched the same old man in my rear view mirror round the block three times already with his Pomeranian.
Exhaling a heavy breath, I close my eyes and lay my head back. I told him I'd do this, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. The thought flows through my head, and I try to grasp it. I try to hold it up and use it.
It's just a house. It's not the reason I feel this way, it's the people I was with. The house is just a one piece of the memory. Just a piece. The rest falls on the shoulders of the people that hurt me.
Forcing my eyes open, I peel my hands off the wheel and finally open my door. My feet feel like lead weights as I walk up
the driveway slowly, making my way to the front door. I can hear the high pitched whine of a table saw inside.
The front door is open, and I can smell the freshly cut wood and sawdust. As I step inside, it takes my eyes a second to adjust to the dimly lit room.
“Hey,” he says, his shadowy figure rising and moving toward me.
Blinking a couple times, my eyes finally focus. Oliver is standing in front of me with a huge smile on his face. He wipes his hands off on his pants and pushes the safety goggles up on his head.
“You made it.”
“I'm here,” I say, forcing myself to smile back. Folding my hands in front of my waist, they fumble over each other nervously.
I'm having such a hard time controlling the worry in my gut. I feel sick to my stomach. There's a lump in the back of my throat, and my chest is tightening, forcing my breathing to slow down and go shallow.
“I'm glad you're here. Hardin is finishing up another job and won't be here till it's done.”
“I told you I'd be here. I kept my word.” Tucking my hands into my back pockets, I force myself to take a few big steps deeper inside the room. “Tell me what you need me to do.”
Oliver smiles big, his eyes flashing bright. “What I need you to do. . . Are you giving me permission to take charge?” He licks his lips and runs his thumb across his jaw.
“You are the boss, aren't you?” I can't stop the smirk as it spreads across my face. The gazebo sex pops in my head, pushing out my nerves about the house and making me hot all over.
He takes a long step in, bringing his body so close to mine. Oliver lowers his face, his lips almost touching my skin. He's so close, his mouth is right there, hovering over my cheek as his hand comes up and gently sweeps across my jaw.
My eyes close and my head tilts a hair as he brushes my skin. He smells like sandalwood and fresh cut wood. I inhale again, deeper and longer, breathing him in. He smells so damn good. I can't stop myself from leaning in as close as I can.
Oliver whispers. “You're right, I am the boss.” His smile thickens as he bites his bottom lip.
