by Cara Dee
“Gah!” She squirmed and bucked against me, and just when I thought she was about to let me know she felt too sensitive, the stubble on my chin rubbed along the soaked lips of her pussy, and she exhaled a keening moan.
I hummed against her clit and made sure she felt it again.
A few minutes later, she was there once more. Only now, a light sheen of perspiration covered her chest and her gorgeous face, her eyes wild with animalistic passion. All trace of her shyness was gone. She moaned my name, rolled her hips, and arched her back. Then she threw back her head and fell apart.
One big fucking problem, though. As all the tension left her with her orgasm, it shot straight into me instead. I felt like a caged animal ready to attack. Strung tight with need, I savored the last seconds of her climax and swallowed every drop she’d give me.
“Please,” she cried. “I can’t—oh God.”
Shit. I should’ve considered that getting off the second time might send her into sensory overload. I crawled up her body and kissed her deeply, then rested our foreheads together.
“Breathe with me, Pipsqueak.”
She nodded jerkily and clung to me as if she were afraid I’d leave. It unfurled warmth within me, and I ended up next to her so I could pull her to me.
“Please d-don’t m-misinterpret,” she stammered breathlessly.
I chuckled and gave her a tight squeeze. “I know you, baby. I’ve got you.”
She shuddered violently and sought out my lips, and no one was happier to get lost in another kiss with her than me. But I kept this one slow while she recovered. She didn’t say anything else, though she said plenty with her touches.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you come,” I murmured, burrowing my face into the crook of her neck.
She squeaked and shook her head, self-conscious for some absurd reason. “Just take off your boxer briefs, please.”
I grinned and kissed her. “You don’t wanna rest?”
She shook her head again, then nudged me onto my back. “I can’t—I don’t have the words to describe what you just did to me, but I have to have more. I need it.”
Well, fuck me. I placed a hand under my head and figured she could do whatever the fuck she wanted with me. She was clearly a woman on a mission. With her fingers dipping below the waistband of my boxer briefs, I lifted up slightly, and she pulled them down all the way.
Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second once she looked at my cock, and it was enough to add another foot to my height. I wrapped my fingers around the base and stroked my cock unhurriedly, and I forced myself to admit that the last remaining parts of her innocence were insanely provocative.
But Pipsqueak was going to be Pipsqueak, and as well as I knew her, she was always going to find ways to surprise me, because she operated on another frequency. So rather than maybe taking over and stroking me off, she batted away my hand and straddled me, trapping my cock right against her wet pussy.
I drew in a deep breath and scrubbed my hands over my face. “A bit too tempting, hon.”
She hummed and brushed her fingers through my chest hair. “But I want to be tempting to you.”
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip as she coated my cock with her sweet juices. It felt too fucking good to stop her. Instead, I propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch her better.
She was a vision.
Leaning forward, she cupped my cheek then kissed me softly. I angled my head a little to deepen the kiss, and my focus was split between her pussy gliding over my cock and her tongue teasing mine. She was going to drive me insane before the night was over.
She was doing it on purpose, too. Her soft, sensuous lips curled into a smile every time the head of my cock pressed against her opening.
“Behave,” I whispered.
“Why?” God, she fucking pouted. “I can’t help it, Mister. I want more.”
I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes, willing myself to muster up any strength to resist. “I don’t have protection anyway.”
“So? You know I’m on the pill, and I trust you.” She kissed me seductively and pushed back on my cock. “It has to be you,” she pleaded softly. Fuck me. She was a virgin, then. “I’ve fantasized about it being you for so long—every time I use my vibr—”
“Elise,” I growled.
She bit her lip and flashed me her doe eyes, as if I hadn’t already caved six ways to Sunday.
I inhaled deeply and nodded once. “We’ll revisit the part about you thinking of me when you play with yourself later.”
She ducked her head shyly at the same time as she smirked, and it was so perfectly her. She wore her insecurities on her sleeve even as she faced fears and rose to challenges. With everything on display, exactly how I wanted her.
Her next goal was evidently to lose her virginity on my cock.
“Come here and kiss me,” I murmured.
She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine, and I sensed she was nervous again.
“You go as slowly as you need, baby. I’ll take over when you’re ready.”
She nodded slightly, and I freed my arms to hold her to me. I kissed her languidly, coaxing her tongue out with my own, and stroked her back, then down to her delectable little ass.
She pushed back on my cock tentatively. When our gazes locked, I couldn’t look away to save my life. The vulnerability shone in her eyes again, flooding me with a possessiveness unlike anything I’d ever felt. Fuck, I wanted to own her. It took all my self-restraint to keep still, to keep from forcing my cock deep inside her.
“That’s a good girl,” I whispered huskily. “Take all of me.”
She whimpered and buried her face against my neck. “Say more things like that, please? And call me baby?”
I hummed and pressed a kiss to her hair. “You want to be my baby?”
She groaned breathlessly as she pushed back a bit more, and I gnashed my teeth a little harder for each inch of me that she took.
“So much,” she breathed. “Oh fuck.”
Christ. She was there. I gripped her hips when I was all the way in, and I breathed through gritted teeth.
“Fucking hell, you feel good.” I turned my head and coaxed her back, wanting my mouth on her. “I’m right where I’m supposed to be now, aren’t I? Buried deep inside my baby’s tight little pussy.”
It was a head rush to say things like that to her, but it was new. I’d never felt territorial over another woman. With Pipsqueak, it was like drawing out the darkest fantasies that’d been locked away in a forgotten part of my mind. A place I didn’t know had existed, yet now, it all came tumbling out.
She moaned into a hungry kiss, and I couldn’t help but shift underneath her. It was enough to give me an inch or two to move within her.
“You take my cock perfectly,” I praised her. “How do you feel?”
“Full. It stings, but it’s okay.” She swallowed hard and peered down between us. “Can you take over, Mister?”
“Absolutely. Lie down on your back for me.”
She pulled away slowly and trembled above me. Then she slumped down on the mattress next to me, her head landing on her pillow. I was there in an instant, crawling between her legs while I eye-fucked her and stroked my cock.
“Angel was right,” she confessed.
I lifted an eyebrow. I had no desire to talk about Ryan’s girlfriend. “Right about what?”
“She said I should just go for it. Tonight. She had faith.”
Possibly because I’d done a piss-poor job at hiding the desire that’d been slammed so forcefully into me recently.
“We can discuss how you’ve seduced me another time.” I leaned over her and didn’t give her any time to anticipate the next burn. “Right now…I want your pussy soaking my cock.” I pushed inside her in one smooth stroke and swallowed her gasp with a hard kiss. “This was what you wanted, wasn’t it? Your Mister to take you?”
For the next several minutes, she clung to me and spurred me on before I
believed she was actually ready. Her lips said more, but her expression was pinched in discomfort. I gave her what I thought she could handle, and I made sure to manipulate her clit so the pleasure would outweigh the pain.
“Don’t pretend with me, Pipsqueak.” I grabbed her jaw and leveled her with a serious look. “I’m not going to stop just because it stings. I know it’ll fade.”
“I’m not pretending,” she insisted, writhing underneath me. “I can’t explain. It burns a lot, but another part of me wants more. So, please move.”
I chuckled darkly, sinking deeper into an unfamiliar mind-set. It was all her. She was the one who made my chest feel weird at times, and this was it. This was what she brought out of me, some fuckin’ savage who was ready to claim her as private property.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I pulled out slowly, only to push in hard and steal her breath. Then I fucked her the way I wanted to. I hitched an arm under one of her legs so I could drive in deeper.
Elise took my thrusts with a mix of sharp gasps and choked whimpers.
“Fuck, that’s it.” I stared down between us. My cock glistened with her juices as it disappeared in and out of her. “Is this better? You wanted me to lose my mind over you?”
“Yes!” she snarled. “Call it fucking payback.”
I lifted my gaze to her and cocked a brow. “You might wanna explain that to me right now.”
“But, ohhh,” she whined.
Too cute. I slowed down and stayed still inside her.
She huffed. “I lost my mind over you ages ago. It’s only fair you do it, too.”
That wasn’t remotely funny, because at the end of next month, I had to see her off. I’d still be here, walking the same steps I took every day, following old routines, only without her in them. While she’d be in San Francisco and exploring a whole new world.
“You succeeded,” was all I said.
Lowering my gaze to her pussy once more, I withdrew my cock excruciatingly slowly before I set a quicker pace to chase my orgasm. I’d staved it off for far too long.
“Rub your clit,” I told her. “Touch yourself like you do when you’re alone in your bedroom thinking about me.”
She did as told but seemed hesitant. “I don’t think I can come again.”
“I’m gonna fuck you until you do,” I grunted. “Your choice.” I was figuring her out, and it appeared my sweet little Pipsqueak had a dirty fucking mind. She didn’t want to be treated like she was made of glass. “I bet I can get you off in three minutes by just talking.” It was about as long as I estimated I could last.
I watched a shiver run through her, pebbling her skin and her nipples, and she slipped a finger down to rub her clit.
“You’ll be sore as hell in the morning,” I predicted. “But you’re gonna be a good girl and beg for my cock, because you want to feel it when your brother takes you to the shooting range.”
“Oh God,” she breathed.
“You’ll come back here when your day is over,” I went on, letting go of her leg. I needed to be closer; I wanted to hover over her. “And when you do, I’m gonna get down on my knees right there in the hallway, and I’ll lift your little dress and sniff your panties. If they don’t smell like my come and your juices, I’ll be very disappointed.”
I’d expected the wild lust I saw in her eyes as I covered her body with mine, but I hadn’t expected that I would be so turned on by the stuff I was saying. Now I couldn’t stop picturing it.
I kissed her teasingly, just ghosting my lips across hers. “I want to feel those soft lips around my cock too.”
That seemed to do the trick for her. She melted right before my eyes and locked her free arm around my neck. “I want to, Mister,” she whimpered. “I want to be a good girl and suck your cock. Will you teach me?”
Jesus fucking Christ.
I groaned and kissed her with everything I had. “I’ll teach you, baby.”
The pressure built up too quickly after those words, maybe for her too, because I could tell she was getting close. More than that, I felt it around my cock. Every time she clamped down on me, I felt it.
“I’m gonna come.” I fucked her deep and hard, and I left a trail of openmouthed kisses down her neck, where I sucked on her flesh and screwed my eyes shut. “This tight little pussy is all mine now. I’m gonna fill it with my come.”
She sucked in a choked breath and went rigid as her orgasm took over.
It pushed me over the edge. Rocking deeper, I let go and started coming, and I had a single thought going on a loop throughout my climax. I’m coming inside Pipsqueak, I’m coming inside Pipsqueak. The sweet, precious firecracker who’d grown up with me as a pseudo brother. As someone to turn to. And now I’d taken her virginity.
And…I couldn’t fucking wait to fuck her again.
At some point, we also needed to discuss what goddamn romance novels or porn she’d gotten off to, because this eighteen-year-old girl was decadently indecent.
Twenty-Two
I got sucked into an alternate universe with Pipsqueak in the days that followed. I genuinely didn’t know what was happening to me. I could apply rhyme and reason when I was alone, and I could tell myself that enough was enough, and next time she came over, we had to sit down and talk. Then she showed up after spending a day with a family member, and all rational thought flew out the window.
A dam had burst within me, and it was fucking with my head. She was fucking with my head, just by coming over to my house and being herself.
Currently, I had my wits about me because I was in the marina with Grace, but given that Pipsqueak was having her spa day with Evelina today, I made no promises of how I’d act and feel tonight when Elise stopped by.
I knew what women did at spas.
“Uh-oh, they’re coming closer, love.” I mimicked Grace’s stunned expression as she stared at the two seagulls some ten feet away from our table.
We were right next to the marina, along the strip of restaurants and bars by the boardwalk. In fact, we were at the ice cream parlor, next door to the bar the Quinns and I liked to go to, which I hoped wouldn’t change. For the past couple weeks, there’d been a for-sale sign in the window of the bar.
“Yuh!” Grace squealed and clapped. “Ba-bam-bam-cuh, Dada!”
I grinned and held up her ice cream cone for her. “I think they want your ice cream.”
She licked her lips and dove headfirst into the vanilla soft serve, and my shoulders shook from laughter. She’d entered some phase where she didn’t even care about grabbing and touching with her hands anymore. She was all mouth.
She hummed happily and made a complete mess of herself, and then the ice cream face followed. She froze up; her eyebrows lifted, her mouth formed a little “o,” and then her whole face scrunched together. But evidently it was worth it, because my girl fucking loved ice cream.
“Is it too cold?” I asked.
“Ba-ba!” she babbled.
I chuckled and retrieved a packet of wipes from her stroller.
I extended the cone again as the vanilla trickled down my fingers. “Do you want more ice cream, Grace?”
She nodded and made another dive.
At the same time, my phone buzzed on the table, and I saw it was a message from Pipsqueak.
The Brazilian didn’t hurt as much as I feared it would. I wonder if you’ll like it! I just had to try it.
I closed my eyes briefly. The phone landed on the table, and I pinched the bridge of my nose. She wondered if I’d like it? To be fair, I’d had no preference before. Much like kissing, oral—both giving and receiving—had always been too intimate for me, something I’d endured only in my marriage. But I’d spent a few hours with my head between Pipsqueak’s legs since then… She didn’t have much hair to begin with, so I couldn’t say I’d given it a single thought. I already thought she was perfectly smooth. Fuck, I couldn’t get the image out of my head now. I’d have to inspect her properly. With my tongue.
“I reckon it’s time to go home, love,” I said, clearing my throat. “You can help Daddy prepare dinner. Pipsqueak is coming over.”
“Dadaaa!” Grace shook the bars on the gate in the kitchen.
“No, you’ll stay here while we eat, baby,” I told her. She’d already eaten, but she would have to settle for crawling around in the kitchen until we were done here. “Come here and play with your train.” I nudged it out from under the table for her.
I’d like to think I’d charmed Elise with the one meal I excelled at that had nothing to do with barbecuing, which was a potato and bacon casserole with sour cream, green onions, and a shit-ton of shredded cheese. Before she’d come along and taken over my kitchen, I’d made this dish at least twice a week. Then, at some point, she’d started creating more than just her chocolate treats. Not only did she make dinner for me sometimes, but she helped me make baby food for Grace.
“Okay, I think I’m done,” she announced and put down her pen. “You just have to help me narrow down The Mister Collection. They sold well last year, but I think four will be too many, so give me your three favorites.”
That would be tough.
Pipsqueak shoveled some food into her mouth while she waited for my response.
“The original Mister is a given,” I said pensively. “And the one with coffee.”
She bobbed her head and jotted it down.
Would she poke fun at my third choice? Oh, probably. I’d teased her too much about levels of sweetness to get off scot-free now.
I cleared my throat and gathered the last of my food onto my fork. “I really enjoyed the white chocolate one with blueberry rum and brown sugar.”
Her head snapped up, and I steeled myself.
She narrowed her eyes. “But that one’s sweet.”
I suppressed a sigh. “I didn’t say I wanted to eat it every day, did I?”
Her mouth twitched, amusement dancing in her eyes. “You know, when I made the first batch of those, six pieces went missing.”
