Only Me: A Surprisingly Safe Book

by Ayers, Brandy

  Zeke’s eyes light up and just when I thought his cock was starting to go soft finally, it roars back to life inside me. “Good, I want to make babies with you. I want us to be the parents neither of us had.”

  Tears spring to my eyes, because yeah, I want that too. As much as I love my little makeshift family, I want one of my own. Looking into Zeke’s eyes, I know I’ve found that. We might be young, both in our early twenties. But we have plenty of money, hell we are both now officially millionaires, business owners, and homeowners. Why not have babies?

  “This is crazy. We just met today, and we’re already talking about babies.”

  Zeke slowly glides his cock out of my pussy until he almost falls free from my body, but at the last second thrusts back in. “Maybe it’s crazy. But so is finding out you inherited a strip club from a gay uncle you barely remember. So is escaping a religious cult run by your parents. So is making it to the age of twenty-five with the barest knowledge of the world. A whole lot of crazy got us to this moment. But it makes sense because I love you like crazy.”

  “I love you like crazy, too.” Maybe crazy doesn’t have to be bad.

  Zeke’s thrusts pick up speed. He glances down between our bodies and my eyes follow his gaze. Watching as his cock disappears inside me then reappear as he pulls out is mesmerizing. We stare in stunned silence for several minutes. It’s the sexiest thing in the world seeing his thick, long cock covered in our combined juices.

  He reaches between us and circles his thumb around my clit, pressing down on my lower belly with his palm. He thrusts harder, pushes down on my stomach a little more. “I can feel myself inside you.”

  I feel it too. The pressure of his hand compressing everything and making it tighter. Intensifying each thrust until I’m not sure I can take this much pleasure in one night.

  I’m so slippery from our combined juices, Zeke has no problem now gliding in and out of my barely broken in pussy. The room is filled with wet sounds that I should be embarrassed about, but only make this whole thing hotter. Drifting up my body, Zeke cups one breast in his hand, leaning down to suck it into his mouth, hard. “Someday our babies are going to drink from here. Until then, these puppies are all mine to play with.”

  Oh, boy does he, Zeke sits up on his knees, continuing to thrust in and out of me at a pace that is mind-blowing yet not quite enough to tip me over the edge into yet another orgasm. With both hands-free now, he goes to town on my breasts: pinching, massaging, and squeezing. Figuring out what I like, what makes me scream, and finally, what makes me come all over his cock again, and again.

  “I thought virgins were supposed to be clumsy and have no stamina.” I’ve gone totally limp, lying beneath him with my legs spread wide and my body a puddle of satisfied woman. But he keeps going, touching and teasing me until I’m right there on the precipice once again.

  “I’ve come twice inside you already, but you’re so fucking sexy my dick wants more.”

  I look down to where he’s still lazily thrusting in and out of my spent core. He’s still hard and covered in so much cum, both his and mine, that it damn near sparkles in the moonlight shining in through the window.

  “That thing is going to have to go down at some point, right? Because I’m not sure how much longer I can keep my eyes open.” My body from my eyelids to my toes feels heavy and warm.

  “I honestly don’t know. I’ve never masturbated before, the only time I’ve ever come was in my sleep. I have no idea if this is normal or what.” He pulls his cock from my channel, and the warm trickle of liquid follows, spilling below us. Immediately he shoves himself back inside. “Hell, Spitfire, I’m not ready to leave your warmth yet.” He lays back down on top of me and rolls until I’m sprawled over him, his cock still firmly planted inside, but he doesn’t thrust. His touches are soft and soothing, not meant to rev me back up.

  I shiver a little, and he pulls the afghan Luther made me a few Christmases ago up over us. Before I know it, my eyes drift shut, and sleep overtakes me.

  * * *

  When I wake up, the sun is streaming in through the dormer windows, and I’m already halfway to another orgasm. It takes me a hot minute to figure out what the hell is going on. My face is smashed into the pillow, just like always when I wake up.

  Zeke’s solid chest and a soft layer of chest hair made an amazing pillow to sleep on. But now my man-pillow is between my legs, hands gripping my ass to give him access and tongue lapping from my clit back to my ass over and over.

  “What are you doing?” I moan and shift my hips back a little to try and get his mouth pressed harder against my sex.

  “Having breakfast.” He spears his tongue deep into my pussy, and I bury my face into the pillow, screaming into the downy fluff.

  When he goes back to the long licks, I crane my neck around to find him camped out between my legs, his firm round ass lifting and falling as he humps the edge of the bed where he’s bent over to get access.

  “Are you in pain today?” He doesn’t take his eyes from the wet and ready place between my legs, one of his thick fingers slowly pushes through my walls, and yeah, there is a tinge of discomfort there, but not pain.

  I want more.

  “No.”

  “Good.” He adds another finger, his thumb circling my clit in a slow, steady rhythm. His tongue goes to my back entrance, swirling and pushing at the tight ring of muscle. “Is it normal that I want to have you here too?”

  His touch is a little hesitant, but curious, with an edge of possessiveness.

  “Yes. I think a lot of men are fascinated with that particular area.”

  He lifts his mouth away from my back entrance, and we make eye contact over the curves of my back and ass. “But it doesn’t interest you?”

  I see the concern in his eyes and know that if I said I wanted him nowhere near my ass, he would never touch me back there again despite the obvious lust written over his face.

  “I wasn’t until you touched me there. Now, I think it might have possibilities.” My heart swells as a wide almost boyish grin stretches across his face. As if I just gave him the greatest present on earth.

  He licks me there a few more times, and I have to admit it feels amazing. With his fingers pumping away inside my pussy and my clit nearly on fire with the need to come, and the wet slide of his tongue on the place I’ve never even considered allowing a man near, I’m overwhelmed with sensation.

  “I’ll do some research on the internet. Figure out how to make it best for you.” He’s so serious, talking about researching anal play, and I can’t help the burst of laughter erupting from my throat.

  “How about we research it together, but no porn. I don’t want you seeing anyone else naked. Ever,” I whimper as Zeke pulls his fingers from my pussy, I was so close to coming.

  The bed dips as he crawls up over my body, his chest pressing into my back. “Never. Same goes for you.”

  He reaches between us and lines his cock up with my entrance, pushing in an inch at a time until he’s fully seated inside.

  “Can we do it like this?” He doesn’t pull out but grinds deeper and deeper into me. The heavyweight of his cock brushes against my sensitive inner walls and the orgasm I’d been denied is suddenly right there again within my reach.

  “Yes. Mmmm please, yes.” I push my ass higher, trying to get him to move. But he stays planted there, filling me but not giving me the friction I need to plummet over the precipice into ecstasy.

  Instead, he moves my completely messed up hair to the side and brushes his lips along the back of my neck. He tongues my ear lobe. Bites my shoulder. By the time he’s done, I’m trying to fuck him from beneath, but his weight is too much, and I can barely move.

  “Please, Zeke, I need it. Fuck me.” Tears prickle behind my eyes, the frustration of being denied what I so plainly need getting the better of me.

  “Shhhh. I’ll always give you what you need. Anything. Everything.”

  And he does. He rears back and
plunges inside in quick hard thrusts. Hitting every spot inside me designed to make me scream.

  Just as the orgasm begins to ebb away, Zeke grips my hips and pulls me up with him until I’m on my knees with my ass in the air. I thought he’d been fucking me hard before, but now he lets loose. His balls swing like a pendulum between my legs, slapping my clit on every powerful thrust into my tight channel.

  My fingers search for something to hold onto because I can tell the climax building deep in my belly is going to ruin me for life.

  SLAP!

  Zeke’s large hand comes down in a hard spank on my ass, and he freezes his movements. “Shit, shit, I’m so sorry, Casey. I don’t know why I did that. I just saw your ass shaking beneath me and needed to slap it.”

  My mouth hangs open in shock, and at first, I don’t know what to think. It felt good. Really fucking good. Zeke still isn’t moving, and I really really need him to. I look over my shoulder and fear has overtaken the lust that had clouded his eyes moments before.

  “Do it harder.” I thrust back on his cock and his eyes widen. But in the next moment, he growls and goes harder than ever. His big paw draws back and slaps across my other ass cheek.

  I scream. I bite my lip. I pull the sheets from the mattress as I come so hard it’s almost painful. Everything inside me is contracting and clenching around his thick hard dick.

  Zeke roars, grips both my ass cheeks in his hands and pulls me back onto his cock as he lets go of his orgasm.

  As he collapses onto the bed, he rolls us both so he’s the big spoon and I’m the little. In seconds we’re both fast asleep again. His cock still lodged firmly inside me.

  9

  Zeke

  “Casey!” I stomp through the empty club, back to the hallway leading to the office. My foot makes contact with the door, and it swings open, the round knob lodging into the drywall on the other side. “I told you not to get out of bed.”

  My Spitfire rolls her eyes, and yeah, my cock jumps to attention. I think the twenty minutes it had gone soft between finding our bed empty and getting to the club is the longest it’s relaxed since first laying my eyes on Casey three days ago.

  “Zeke, I love you, but you can’t keep fucking me into a coma so I can’t come to work. We have a business to keep afloat. One I care about.”

  Anger and a little bit of guilt swirl in my gut because I don’t want her here. Not when it’s closed and especially not when it’s open. Just the idea of her being in this place where men come to gawk at naked women makes me want to crush things with my bare hands.

  “I knew I should’ve made you take a shower with me.” I hadn’t thought she noticed I’d been trying to keep her so preoccupied with my dick that she couldn’t come to work. But apparently I’m not as sly as I think I am. “I hate the thought of you around men like the one grabbing you a few days ago.”

  Her face softens, and a little measure of guilt creeps in. “I get it, I felt the same way when I saw that woman all over you. But this is our business. A strip club might not seem like something to be proud of to most people, but this is Luther and Murray’s legacy. I can’t let it slide because you don’t like me being around other men.”

  A deep growl works its way up from deep inside. Frustration like I’ve never known threatens to overwhelm me, and for the first time, I need to take that frustration out with my fists. But never on my Spitfire. The nearest wall would do though.

  “Hello, lovelies. I couldn’t help but hide right outside the door and listen to every word you said.” Something about the man that just barged into the room is familiar, but I can’t place it, and I refuse to let another man around my Casey.

  Taking a giant step toward the newcomer, I back him into the wall. “Who are you?”

  The guy is short and thin with a shiny bald head and twinkling brown eyes. The grey suit he wears clings to his lean frame, and the bright pink shirt underneath is open at the collar. He’s not a threat in any sense of the word, but I won’t take chances with my woman.

  “Good morning Farm Boy, not had your Wheaties yet?” That voice. The nickname, it has something in the back of my mind wiggling to click into place, but I can’t quite get there.

  Casey’s soft hand on my shoulder calms my possessive instincts slightly. Slightly. “Back off, Zeke. It’s Zsa Zsa.”

  I know my eyes are widening and my jaw is on the floor, but hell if I can stop the shocked reaction from playing out in real time on my features. “The DJ? But aren’t you… I mean I thought you were...”

  “A woman? Thanks, hun, good to know I can still pass with the laymen of the world. When not in heels you can call me Justin.” He reaches his hand out, but instead of shaking my hand, he holds his up in an obvious sign that I should kiss it, which I don’t.

  “Sorry, only skin I kiss is standing behind me being stubborn.”

  Justin smiles, his cheekbones popping out in stark relief, and suddenly, there she is Zsa Zsa without the big hair I now realize was a wig and pounds of makeup. “Good man. I think I have a solution to your little possessive problem.”

  Recovering from the shock of finding out the man before me is the same as the woman teasing me mercilessly three nights ago, I cock one eyebrow at him.

  “After all those women flocked in here to get a look at our new boss, I got a rather brilliant idea, if I do say so myself.” Justin huffs out a breath onto his manicured nails and rubs them across the soft fabric of his suit jacket. “Let’s diversify. Ladies night is featuring an all-male revue. Magic Mike without all the bad acting and plot.”

  Rage boils up inside me. Even in the backwoods of Amish country we knew about Magic Mike. No way am I letting a bunch of oiled up, smooth talking, dancing men near Casey. My fists clench at my sides. Every muscle coils ready to spring as if hordes of male strippers will walk through the door at any moment.

  “Okay, Hulk, simmer down. Our dear sweet Casey won’t come anywhere near the guys. That will be our arena. You and I will hire and manage all-male performers. Casey and I will manage all the female performers. Casey will not interact with the men and Zeke won’t interact with the women. Both of your roles will be entirely behind the scenes, and you’ll both leave the premises before the threat of bare nipples and butt cheeks are even a possibility.” Justin fans his hands out at his sides and waggles his fingers around. “Tada, problem solved.”

  “Enough with the jazz hands, Justin. There’s one major flaw in your plan. We still have to be here at night to manage the club. It would be impossible for me to avoid our male customers or Zeke to avoid the rabid females that would come to the male revues.” Before Justin can answer her, Casey keeps on talking. “And if we switched off nights, then we would never see each other, and now that I’m having sex I’d like to keep having sex.”

  That shouldn’t embarrass me. I’m not ashamed of what Casey and I do behind closed doors. But still, I’m not used to the frank way these people talk about sex. Not having it be a taboo subject will take some getting used to.

  “Darling, I’m disappointed in you forever doubting me. The solution to your problem is right here.” With a flourish of his hand over his head and twirl, Justin bows at his waist. “You will promote me to club manager, with a sizeable pay increase paid for entirely by the amount of money lady’s night will bring in. You all manage the behind the scenes. I manage the front of the house. As Zsa Zsa, of course, she is a staple here after all.”

  We both laugh a little, but when Justin doesn’t join us, it becomes clear that he’s serious.

  He weaves his hands together and puts on a much more serious face than I’ve seen in the few times we’ve interacted. “I’ve worked here fifteen years; I know as much about the business as the two of you combined. I love the club as much as anyone. I can handle any angry patron with pizazz and calm. I’m married to your head of security, so you know they like me.” He focuses on Casey. “You found your person, darling. I know you want to make babies and do all that family shit you breeders
love. This club is my baby. Let me help you grow it.”

  I glance over at Casey and my heart races to see she has one hand caressing her lower stomach as if there might already be a baby there. I know it’s too early to tell, she’s explained to me how that all works. But still, even the chance makes my entire body swell in excitement and possessiveness.

  “I know I’m new, but I think it sounds good. I want to still be a part of something my uncle loved. But I don’t ever want to see anyone naked but you. And the other way around.”

  Casey bites her lip, and I can see it’s hard for her to let go of control. “I want to have weekly meetings to discuss how things are going in your new role, and annual reviews. The whole thing. And you’ll have to help us hire your replacement as DJ, you won’t be able to do that and keep the place running smoothly.”

  Justin jumps up and down clapping in excitement. “We are going to make the best team.” He runs over to hug Casey, and I allow it even though I still don’t like the idea of someone with a dick in his pants touching her. I remind myself he’s married to a man and has no interest in what she has in her pants, but the knowledge only helps a little. “I have to go tell Butch.”

  Justin goes running from the room in a flash, screaming his husband’s name the whole way.

  The second we’re alone again I pry the door from where it is stuck in the wall and slam it closed. “Now that we have that problem solved, it’s time for your punishment.”

  “Excuse me?” Casey widens her stance and plants her hands on her hips, trying to look more intimidating than possible in a tight pair of jeans and an official Pink Pony t-shirt. “Why do I need punishing?”

  “I gave you strict instructions to stay in bed. You disobeyed.” I stalk toward her, pinning her in place with my stare. “Disobedience requires punishment.”

  She takes a step back but bumps into the desk. “And what sentence did you have in mind?”

  “Fifty lashes.” I press my body against hers, drag my nose up the side of her neck. “With my tongue.”