What If

by Dani Wyatt

  As if he’s reading my mind, he withdraws from the feast on my breasts and looks up at me, gripping my chin.

  “We don’t have to. But if we do, I promise you, I will take care of you. Give me a chance to take care of you, Jessie…” His soft words only drive more lustful desire through my veins.

  I feel the weeping wetness between my legs and the sight of a few drops of pre-cum on the enormous tip of his cock has me clutching the sides of his face, wondering what it is I’m supposed to do next.

  It’s like I’ve forgotten anything and anyone that ever came before.

  “Okay, you are huge.” I can’t believe I just said that and then in my horror I continue. “What if it doesn’t fit?” I mildly protest, shocked at my honesty but wanting him yet physically unsure the logistics are going to work

  My heart slams around in my chest as his hands work the snap and zipper on the back of my skirt.

  “Stand up.” He grunts while he places his hands around my waist and raises me to my feet. “Drop your skirt.”

  His voice thickens and deepens as I do as he says then he reaches over and tugs down my panties which I kick off over my boots. In the next moment, I’m standing naked in front of a guy I’ve only met for the first time about an hour ago. But a guy that feels like he’s been in my heart since the beginning of time.

  “Give me your foot.” He reaches down and takes my foot between his legs untying my boot and slipping it of before doing the same to the other.

  The heat of the room has a slight sweat covering me, but I feel like I’m shivering from the inside out.

  I’m hot and cold and excited and scared, and the complexity of the feelings has me caught in a confused storm of sensations. Arousal rolls through me as Torin lifts his hips and in one swift movement has his boots and jeans off, leaving him sitting on the sofa in front of me sporting the biggest hard-on I’ve ever seen including all the cocks that grace my Tumblr feed.

  “God, how do you walk around with that thing?” I blurt out, then cover my eyes with my fingers, wishing I could control what was coming out of my mouth.

  When I spread my fingers and peek through, he answers.

  “Practice my sweet Blossom. Practice.” He half-grunts on a smile, reaching up to pull my hands from my face and stepping me between his open knees. “But it’s been a long time since...” Torin rubs his thumb on the back of my hand leaving those words hanging there before he finishes. “And I’m so fucking happy about that, because I feel like I’ve been waiting for you.”

  Looking down, he could be the model on the cover of any men’s magazine but with the added allure of part caveman. His brow is wide and juts out, his face—although rough and scarred—looks like it’s carved from marble.

  Inside, my stomach flips and my inner thighs tighten, and I suddenly feel the room start to sway under my feet.

  “Come here. Sit on my lap. Put your knees here.” He pulls me forward then releases one of my hands to gesture toward the tops of his thighs. I shift forward and he holds one hand, helping me into the position on his lap not yet on top of his cock. “Spread your legs, I want to see you. I want to touch you.”

  Next thing I know, we are kissing again. The way my legs are spread, I feel the atmosphere of the room on the hot center folds that are now open. He deepens our kiss, his tongue winding around mine and I feel the tips of his fingers tracing up the inside of my thigh, making me quiver.

  His other hand comes to the back of my neck, then, breaking our kiss, he takes a handful of my hair and jerks my head to the side, exposing my neck.

  “I’m taking you, Jessie. Do you get that? I’m taking what’s mine. I want you. All of you.”

  Before I can react, his lips are on the nape of my neck and his fingers glance across my clit, making me gasp and reach forward to steady myself. My hands fall on hard shoulder muscles that I feel shifting and moving under my palms.

  He controls me from the top and bottom, and I feel utterly helpless, and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

  Pleasure bursts through me as two fingers work my clit while his other hand stays firmly clutching my hair. Teeth now pinch at my neck and I yelp and gulp the air. An orgasm gathers inside me and when Torin’s teeth turn to tongue, and he angles my neck again, so his lips are right at my ear, I lose myself in his voice.

  “So wet. Wet for me aren’t you, Blossom? You are going to cum for me. Let’s see how many times…starting now.”

  “Oh, God.”

  My voice disappears as he plunges a long, thick finger deep inside me, thrusting in and out, faster and harder, pressing into a spot inside of me that he must have just created because I’ve never felt anything like this before.

  “Jesus, you’re so tight, baby. Wet, tight, and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life.”

  My hips take on a life of their own as his finger pounds without mercy, in and out of me, until I explode in every direction. Words and sounds come from my mouth, a rush of liquid sprays from between my legs and the rest of me shakes and jerks against him.

  Before I come down, he releases my neck, fingers falling from my dripping opening as he raises me up, then slowly I feel the tip of his massive cock pressing at my opening.

  “Just relax.” He grunts as I meet his eyes. “I’ve got you.”

  His huge hands work my body up and down on the tip. The shallow pulses have another orgasm hovering just on the other side of each sensation, but Torin is holding me back, driving me crazy.

  “Oh, God. Please…” I beg, catching myself off guard and putting a devious smile on his face.

  “You want it?”

  I nod because it’s the only thing I can do. My skin feels like it’s alive, tingling, prickling, and needing his touch everywhere. My breaths are short and shallow as my hands grab onto the flesh of his shoulders.

  He lowers my hips so slowly as the head of his cock pushes inside me. I feel myself stretch to accommodate him and it makes me draw a sharp breath and hold it.

  “Baby…” He pauses. “…you okay?”

  I nod, feeling the walls of my pussy grip the few inches of him that are inside me; wanting more but not sure if I can take it.

  “You’re just big,” I whisper the words, sounding stupid, I know, but my vocabulary is suddenly diminished.

  “You’re so wet. Just kiss me and take a deep breath.”

  He cocks his head upward, and I let my lips fall to his, filling my lungs with a long slow breath as I help him lower my body further.

  My insides adjust but I feel so full. I want more. I want it all, even if it hurts.

  Our kiss takes on the rhythm of his upward motions. He’s taking it slow, the smallest of movements are easing him inside of me, and every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire.

  We breathe into each other as he gives me another few inches of him, then stalls, waiting, and I whimper into his lips as another orgasm builds quickly.

  I’ve only had sex a couple of times, and it’s been years. Nothing came close to this. None of them gave me what Torin is giving me. It’s like he knows exactly where to touch, exactly how to move. Every movement, every pause, hitting spots inside me I didn’t know existed.

  We are so connected it’s hard to remember I just met this man. I want to stay right here, doing this with him forever.

  His fingertips dig farther into the flesh of my hips as he increases the speed of our movements. My pussy is soaking us both. The sound of our bodies joining together fills the space around us as well as the moans I now cannot control.

  I come again as he pulls out and slams back in, nearly seating himself fully inside me and I think I may die of pleasure.

  “God, you feel fucking amazing,” he mutters as my body spasms and his voice cracks. “When you come on my cock, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

  He strokes in and out of me, faster, a little deeper every time, and I melt into the moment. I forget I know nothing about him.


  I just let myself be here.

  Right here.

  Right now.

  Feeling his mouth on my tit. Sucking me deep. His cock stretching me and impaling me as he grips my ass cheeks hard, holding me steady, and pressed against him.

  “Slow down Blossom. I want to feel it all.”

  The moment changes from frantic to intense. He looks up at me, hands controlling my hips. He’s completely inside of me now, pressing on a place I didn’t know I had, making another orgasm quickly build and spill over.

  He’s saying something. He’s cursing, but in the best sort of way, and hearing the pleasure in his words pushes me, tumbling headlong into another blissful climax.

  I didn’t know this was possible.

  How do I trust him already? Because this moment, this is about trust. About giving him all of me. And it makes zero sense but feels more right than that first sip of coffee in the morning.

  I let him do as he wishes. It’s slow for a while, then another orgasm takes my breath away, coming on so suddenly I barely hold on. But he doesn’t stop. He’s insatiable, his eyes turning dark as a possessive growl rumbles out of him and he picks me up, slips out of me and flips me over on my knees.

  Breathless, he places my hands on the back of the sofa and knocks my legs apart with his knee from behind.

  “Get ready. The warm-up is over, baby.”

  My belly flips and flutters as he drives the entire length of his cock inside me and a hand tangles in my hair, pulling and arching me back, pushing my ass against him.

  It’s all I can do to keep breathing as his cock is relentless. I don’t know how it’s grown bigger, but it has. I’m completely full and I gasp and mumble little ‘ow, ow, ow’ sounds until I adjust and listen to his low, deep groans.

  I’m shaking, quivering, as orgasms topple one over another until I’m literally drooling and unable to control the sounds that are coming from me.

  “That’s a good girl. I want it all. Give it all to me.”

  His other hand comes to press on the small of my back as our bodies slap and slip together.

  “Baby, I’m so close. I’m so fucking close.”

  His words push me over the edge again and I scream his name. I’ve never screamed anyone’s name before. Never thought of it. But right now, it’s the only word I know.

  “Fuck, yes.” He grunts out as I feel his cock jerk inside me.

  He roars and growls and swears and I cum right along with him.

  How did I not even ask about protection? The thought comes and leaves just as quickly, as I feel his hot cream filling me and dripping out and down the insides of my thighs.

  He slams every thick inch into me and holds himself deep, and my last thought is, “Oh my god, what if…”

  So many ‘what if’s’…

  Torin finishes up by kissing me for nearly a half hour. My lips, eyes, forehead, neck, boobs…he even goes down on me, bringing me to orgasm two more times before I tap out and he relents.

  We talk and laugh and talk some more and I don’t think I’ve shared as much about myself with anyone but Heather in my life.

  I’m oddly at ease hours later as we gather our clothes and dress.

  “I need to get home. I have a deadline.”

  “Deadline?” he asks as he tugs his jeans on, and I watch in amazement as he works the length of his cock behind the zipper.

  “I’m a writer. Fiction. I have a book I’m finishing. Has to be to the editor tomorrow, so I need to finish it tonight. Deadlines can motivate.”

  His eyes seem to light up at that, and I think about the book he was reading downstairs when I arrived. It feels like a lifetime ago now, like we’ve been here together for an age.

  “I like that. A writer.” He smiles as I pull my jacket on and smooth down my skirt. “Can’t have you missing a deadline. I’ll get you home. But I’m going to see you for breakfast tomorrow. I want to see you, but I also want to be sure you got your work done.”

  We finish dressing and Torin holds my hand as we return to the bar, then out the back door to his truck. He holds the door open for me and buckles me in, pressing a kiss on the side of my head before closing the door. We make easy chat on the drive to my place. There’re hard edges to him, I sense it, but there’s also a softness that makes me feel at ease.

  He pulls his truck to a stop outside my apartment.

  “Stay there.” Another order, and I sit with my purse in my lap as he jumps out and moves quickly around the front of the car to my side to open my door.

  As I step out, he offers me a hand, then walks me to the door, placing a slow, wonderful kiss on my lips.

  “I’ll be right here in the morning. Nine am good for you?”

  “I work at the bakery tomorrow. I’ll have to leave here at eight.” He squints and I clarify. “A part-time job. I like to stay busy and as a writer the world can get pretty small.”

  One more kiss, then he runs a hand down my hair, then cups my chin. “I’ll be here at eight, and I’ll bring breakfast my beautiful Blossom.”

  Chapter 6

  Torin

  I stare down at my phone, waiting.

  I hate fucking texting.

  Until last night.

  After I’d dropped Jessie at her place and took her number, I knew I couldn’t wait until the morning to talk to her. So, after I drove home, I texted her to be sure she was settled in and doing her work.

  For the next five hours, I’d set little goals for her, like after a solid hour of writing, text me and we’ll chat for a few minutes before she kept pushing forward.

  The best part? It seemed like it motivated her. As though somehow pushing through a goal to have the reward of communicating with me made her settle down and work, and that had me over the fucking moon.

  I want her success. I want every good fortune this world has to offer to come to her. And I want to be there with her. Cheering her on and enjoying her achievements as well as her struggles. I want her to need me. I want to be one of the reasons her life is better.

  I won’t tell her that while I waited for her to text me that she’d done this or that as we’d discussed, I’d jerked off thinking of her.

  Her scent was still on me, and my dick has been hard since she walked into the bar yesterday.

  The funny thing is, even with the physical release, there’s no relief. There’s this constant nagging want for her that even four sessions with my hand can’t seem to shake.

  Now, it’s seven thirty in the morning, and I’m sleepless and still texting her as I head out the door toward her place.

  Me: You up, baby? I can’t stop thinking about you.

  Jessie: Yep. Out of the shower and getting dressed.

  Me: Wish I was there to help you.

  Jessie: :) I can’t believe I’m not tired. And thank you for helping me get my work done.

  Me: I want to be good for you, Jessie. I know that might sound strange so soon from someone, but it’s the honest to God truth. I’m proud of you. You got it done.

  Jessie: Thank you.

  Me: How do you like your coffee? Do you drink coffee?

  Jessie: Yes. Double cream, double sugar. But decaf, I’m not good with caffeine.

  Me: Good girl. Now finish getting ready and come down. I’d love to come up, but I don’t want to make you nervous, and the truth is, if I come up there’s no way you are getting to work on time. So, I will show some restraint. For now.

  Jessie: You don’t need to drive me to work. I usually walk, it’s fine. I like to walk.

  Me: I like to drive you. So today, I win, okay? I’m coming to get you. And I’m bringing breakfast remember.

  Jessie: lol, okay, I’ll get ready and see you in a bit.

  I hit the drive through at the coffee shop closest to her place, ordering coffee and Danish and fruit, and then park outside her building. I look up at the windows, wondering which apartment is hers and pissed that someone might be able to look inside and see her.

  I’ll
make sure she has blinds on all her windows and triple locks on her door. That creep from last night gave me a hinky vibe, the way he looked at her and touched her. My blood still boils when I think of how that entitled little fuck ran his hand up the inside of her leg.

  He’s lucky I didn’t end his life right there because I wanted to.

  Sitting outside her building, I’m excited and nervous like some high school kid having his first crush.

  I get out of my truck and lean against the side, setting the two paper cups of coffee down on the hood. I’m trying to play it cool, but this girl has my heart tap dancing in my chest. All my cool feels like it’s draining out of my toes, which is new for me.

  In my work, I’m always calm. Cool. In control.

  While we talked last night, I asked her about her family. About lots of different things. It was like I couldn’t get enough information. I want to know every thought that spins through that beautiful head of hers.

  Her father died when she was just ten in a car accident. She said he mother is remarried but didn’t sound all that enthused about talking about her and her stepdad. I didn’t press, but deep down I want to know the good and the bad.

  I want to know what scares her and chase it away. I want to know her favorite food and learn to cook it better than she’s ever had. I want to know her dreams, her problems, tell her jokes and hear her laugh every day.

  Because I see her in my every day.

  When she finally comes out the front door of her apartment building, my knees nearly buckle. She’s wearing this cute as hell red wrap dress with a jean jacket. Her crazy blonde hair is up in a ponytail that bounces and bobs along with her boobs every step she takes toward me, and she has one of those neoprene laptop cases tucked under her arm, making her look like the sexiest writer chick the world ever saw.

  I don’t know how it’s possible, but I’m afraid I’m already falling in love with her.

  Fallen in love. Past tense.

  The thought thrills and terrifies me. Poor girl, even if she’s not feeling the same as I am, for the first time in my life I understand the phrase, ‘won’t take no for an answer.’