by Tia Siren
I just knew her pussy was as tight as that squeeze she’d had around my waist. I would have bet anything that her juices would flow onto my tongue just as easily as my tongue could stroke them out of her. She would whimper and squeal instead of moan and groan. I could already hear her sultry voice in my mind making the most incredible sounds in bed.
She’d sound even better with her mouth stuffed with my cock.
“Dude, are you even listening?” Marcus asked.
“Huh?”
“I’m talking to you about these designs and how to rearrange the information and implement the blog, and you look entranced by something else. The ice cream man goin’ by or something?”
“Nah. Hey, let’s go sit in the kitchen and do this,” I said. It gave me a chance to walk off the last of my arousal, and I figured another pot of coffee would do this conversation some good. I glanced at how thick the folder in his hand was and knew we were gonna be here a while.
“Coffee?” I asked.
“Sure,” Marcus said.
“Still take it black?”
“Just like my women.” He smirked.
“Speaking of which, any luck with Rhonda?”
“Nah. We broke up a couple months ago.”
“Dude! What happened?” I asked. I poured us a couple cups of coffee and brought the rest of the pot over. I figured chugging some tart, black coffee would help settle my buzzing mind so I could actually talk shop with Marcus.
“Eh, she got drunk at a club and sucked some dude’s dick. Yay for me.”
I smirked. “You didn’t ask her if you could join?”
“Seriously?”
“Sorry, sorry, bad joke. But really, you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. I mean, you can’t really expect to get too serious with a woman who cheated on her last boyfriend with you, you know? I should have seen it coming.”
“But you brought her around the last time you visited. I figured it was serious?” I said.
“Honestly? She just really wanted to come with me. She kept begging me to bring her, and I figured, why not? I mean, she was awesome to be around and she had a lot of spunk and attitude, but when I catch you suckin’ off some other guy, I can’t really kiss your lips anymore. Might just be me, but that’s not my thing.”
“Nah, Marc. It means you’re a good guy and someday some chocolate-skinned goddess with a bubble butt and a beautiful smile is gonna come through and rock your world. She’ll love you like you deserve and she’ll fuck you like you’ve only dreamed of, and maybe she’ll even call you ‘Daddy’ every once in a while.” I smirked.
He chuckled. “You are insane.”
“And you love me for it.” I grinned. “All right now…show me what you have in this folder.”
“I will in a second. But first I want to know what the hell my sister was actually doing here.”
“Marcus, she was here talking about the internship,” I said.
“Uh huh. And what exactly did you two talk about?” he asked.
“I told you earlier. I told her about the position with the psychologist, then told her she’d have more interpersonal interaction if she worked as my secretary instead.”
“I don’t know. She seemed pretty surprised when you mentioned that you’d make it a paying job,” Marcus said skeptically.
“Because you busted in on us before we got there, Marc.”
“So if I went next door right now and asked her a shit ton of questions about the internship and stuff, she’d have all the answers?” he asked.
“So far as what we’ve discussed, yes.”
“So you weren’t just trying to rip her clothes off and bend her over something real quick before I got over here?” Marcus asked.
“Dude, no. And I didn’t even fucking know you were coming over!”
“I told you we’d talk this week!” Marcus shouted.
“Yeah, but you didn’t give me a specific day!” I yelled back.
“Fair enough. But if you fuck with my sister—job or no job—you’re done for. Got it?”
“I got it, Marc,” I said. “Nothing is gonna happen between me and your sister.”
“Good.”
I held my hands up in mock surrender, which seemed to finally get him off my back. He flipped open the folder and started showing me the designs he had already sketched out. I was actually impressed. I hadn’t known he could draw to save his life, but I liked all the fresh color schemes and redesigns I saw. He had layouts done for the blog and suggested topics he wanted me to approve and deny. He even had sketches for the separate pages for every redesign he had come up with that showed me how he’d reorganize the information.
“It’s not just about looking good. It’s about putting the information in a place where it’s easy to access. You don’t want people visiting the website only to have to dig around and click four different buttons just to find out how to contact your company, but you also don’t want to give them everything in one go. You want them to poke around without getting frustrated when they can’t find what they’re looking for.”
“And you can do all this?” I asked.
Marcus grinned. “You just need to tell me which one you like the best.”
“Dude, this is the shit. What do you mean people won’t sign you on to do this stuff? I have five companies I could call right now who’d hire you in a heartbeat to do this shit!”
“Well, if they’re willing to pay the money, send ’em my way!” Marcus said.
We sat there and whittled down designs and color schemes and talked about blog topics for Marcus to start on. The whole time, there was something eating at the back of my mind. Hanna had felt nice pressed against me and my dick was ready to play. But I had just promised my best friend that I wouldn’t lay a finger on his sister, that I wouldn’t fool around with her.
The issue was, I wasn’t sure I could keep that promise.
“So, we’ve got this design with this design’s color scheme and this list of blog topics for the first three months of posts if you post bi-weekly,” Marcus said.
“Yep. Looks good to me.” I smiled.
Shit. I was in for a world of trouble.
Chapter 9
Hanna
I thought about what Kason had said at his house and wondered if he was serious about that internship. I had known he was going to talk with someone at his work, but I didn’t think it would happen so soon! He was even willing to make it a paid position, which would be perfect since I’d need to save up as much money as I could for when I got pregnant. I thought about being his secretary and the time we would get to spend with one another. A part of me grew wary at the idea of seeing him so much. If he did agree to what I wanted, seeing me grow with his child might make him back out. He might get attached and want some sort of influential position in my or my child’s life. I wasn’t sure I could risk that.
I shook the thought from my head and turned my sights toward the event at the country club today. Apparently there was some sort of song and dance going on in the main part of the building and everyone was expected to attend. Mom wanted to take me to get a new dress, so we went shopping that afternoon, but I honestly didn’t want to go. We tried on dress after dress, and she criticized each one I put on. All I did was roll my eyes. Either the dress was too short or the fabric was too busy or the bust fabric was too low or the dress was too tight. I tried on twenty different dresses before I put my foot down and made up the excuse that I wasn’t feeling well and wanted to go lay down before the event.
“Well, go ahead and get some rest. Maybe you can wear the dress you wore to the dinner party we catered. That dress looked so cute on you, and I’m sure a boy will snag you up at this dance in no time. Oh! I can just hear the wedding bells and see the babies now!”
“Thanks, Mom,” I murmured.
I went upstairs and lay down. When I woke up, it was an hour before the event. Mom was knocking on my door, beckoning for me to get dressed, and a thought crossed my mind. If I faked being sick
and somehow got word to Kason, maybe I could get him to stay behind with me.
After all, there were a few things we really needed to talk about.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” mom asked softly. She came in and sat down on the side of my bed. When I groaned and pulled the covers over me, she filled in the blanks without me having to say a word.
“Oh, my baby has a migraine. Don’t worry. Let me get you a glass of water and some medicine. Then you can just hang behind tonight. There will be more parties before you head back to school.”
I sighed. “Thanks, Mom.”
She left the room, and I made my way to the bathroom where my luck just kept getting better and better. My brother’s phone was sitting on the edge of the counter and the screen hadn’t cut off yet, so his phone was still unlocked. I picked it up and navigated to his contacts, took a screenshot of Kason’s number, sent the photo to my phone, and then deleted the message.
That was how I was going to let Kason know I was staying behind. I locked my brother’s phone and put it back.
“Hanna? You in there?” my brother asked, knocking on the door. “Mom said you’re not feeling well?”
“I’m fine,” I croaked. “Just a headache.”
“Mom said you had a migraine,” he said.
“Then could you stop shouting please?” I asked.
“Could I come in and get my phone?”
“Only if you don’t mind me being half naked on the toilet.”
“I’ll shut my eyes.”
“Just…hold on, would ya?” I groaned. I quickly made myself presentable and was washing my hands at the sink when Marcus came in. For a brief second, I hoped I had closed out of his contact list, but when he opened his phone, he didn’t seem fazed. I splashed some water on my face and did some deep breathing over the sink to really sell the sick act. When Marcus’s hand came down on my back and rubbed it gently, I knew I had convinced everyone of the ruse.
“I’ll bring you back some cheesecake,” he whispered.
“Thanks.” I smiled.
“Honey?! I got your water and medicine!” Mom shouted.
I groaned. “Lord, that woman can roar.”
“Mom,” Marcus whispered harshly. “Keep it down, would ya?”
“Sorry,” she whispered. She handed me the pills, and I threw them back before I grabbed the water and chugged. Mom led me back to bed and tucked me under the covers. After she kissed my forehead and shut my door, I reached for my phone.
Hey, Kason. It’s Hanna. Look, I’m not going to the club event today and I hope you’re not either. We sorta need to talk.
I sent him the text message and hoped he would respond, but after a few minutes went by, I figured he probably didn’t have his phone on him. My eyes fluttered shut with the comfort and warmth of my bed, but when I felt my phone vibrate under my pillow, I woke up and yanked it out.
All right. I’m hanging behind, too. I’ll come over 20 minutes after everyone leaves. We do need to talk.
I smiled at his message and saved his number in my phone. Once I heard everyone leave the house, I jumped out of bed. I tore off my clothes and dug around for a cute little number to wear for him. Once I settled on an outfit, I started digging through my underwear drawer. I didn’t own many cute pieces of clothing, but the few I did own were always well taken care of. I pulled out a burnt orange bra and panty set that let my ass cheeks hang out just a little bit. Then I pulled the tight dress over my body and hiked my boobs up so they looked nice and perky.
I took a look at myself in the mirror and decided to splash on some makeup. I lined my eyes and threw on some quick mascara. I ditched the red lipstick for some flavored lip gloss. I knew the moment he got a taste of the succulent cherry blossom that tinted my lips, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off me.
Which was exactly what I was counting on.
I mussed up my hair and let it cascade down my back. When I heard someone knock furiously on the door, I pictured his hands all over my body. Maybe he’d rip my dress in half, or maybe he’d be so eager to plant himself between my legs that he wouldn’t even take my panties off. Maybe he’d love my lip gloss so much that he’d paint a glossy train from my nipples to my navel and trace it with his tongue, marking me all the way down my stomach.
I groaned just thinking of all the ways he would touch me, but Kason’s voice ripped me from my trance.
“Hanna?! You in there?!”
I ran down the steps and smoothed my dress out one last time before I opened the door and Kason flew through the entrance. He kicked the door shut with his foot, and his arms automatically went around my body. He hoisted me against the wall while I clamped my thighs down around his waist. His lips encapsulated mine, and my hands gripped tightly onto his hair. His strong, broad chest pinned me to the hallway wall while his rough hands palmed my tits.
He groaned. “Oh, god, Hanna.” He rolled his hips into me, and I ground down onto his body. I could feel the wet spot I was making on his clothes. My body shook against the wall as his tongue raked its way across my lips. When he tasted the sweet cherry blossom flavor, his dick pulsed against my clothed pussy.
His arms held me close, and I wrapped my hands around his neck. We slowly worked our way up the steps. I could feel his heart hammering against my skin, and my breath came in heaves into the crook of his neck. Our bodies were singing out for one another as he slowly carried me to my room. There was silence between us as he stopped to close my door. When he set me down on my feet, I slowly pushed him to sit on my bed.
I raised my hands in the air and backed away from him. My hips swayed to a beat found only in my head. His eyes devoured me with their hungry stare, the sweet, defensive hazel eyes I’d come to adore as a child now dark and stormy with desperation and need. His chest panted for me as he white-knuckled the comforter on my bed. When I turned around, I slowly peeled my arms out of my dress.
“Oh, Hanna,” he said roughly. His voice sounded like gravel and his undertones sounded like thunder. My entire being shivered at the sound of my name tumbling from the lips I wanted him to plant on every crevice of my body.
I slipped the dress down and slowly stepped out. When I kicked it off to the side, I let him see all of me. I held out my arms and turned for him, showing him the perky tits he could have his mouth on and the sweet, succulent pussy lips that could swallow his dick whole if only he agreed to the terms I had presented.
When he licked his lips, I knew I had him by the balls.
He rose and grasped my arm and pulled me into his body. When his legs parted and my feet stumbled, he held me—suspended in midair—while he devoured the rest of my lip gloss. He sucked my lips until they were plump. His tongue raked along the inside of my mouth, gulping down the very sweetness I knew he could taste. When his hands reached around to unhook my bra, I whispered the question I needed an answer to against his lips.
“Have you considered my offer?”
His hands stopped. He pulled his face back from mine. When I finally got my feet under me, I stood and gave him a heavy glare.
“Well?” I asked.
“No. No, I haven’t considered your offer, Hanna,” he said.
My stomach lurch with disappointment because I knew what I was losing out on. I was losing out on the perfect man with the perfect amount of ruggedness, bad boy, and familial values to have the perfect child with. He wanted to fuck me, and I wanted what his body would give me when he did. He wanted to continue being a playboy who dated a different model every week, and I wanted to be a single mother raising her perfect child while pursuing the job she always wanted but no one ever thought she would be able to do. It was a win-win situation.
Why the fuck was he making this so damn difficult?
“Fine,” I said. I walked over to my dress and picked it up off the ground. I heard footsteps scramble behind me before Kason had his chest pressed against my back. He slinked his hand around my stomach and slowly pulled me upward. When his lips
danced along the crook of my neck, every single hair on my body stood on end.
“Come on, Hanna. Just once with a condom. It’s easier that way for new couples, and if you’d like, I’ll poke a hole in it.”
“Are you fucking serious?” I asked. “Do you really think I’m that much of an idiot?”
I turned around and met his gaze before I threw my dress back on. I shimmied it down my form much to Kason’s protesting, but all I could think about was that asinine compromise.
“Look, I know you still see me as the idiotic, dreamy-eyed teenage girl who drooled over you whenever you came home, and while I might still be dreamy-eyed, I’m also not a fucking idiot.”
“I know that,” he said, his voice low.
“That fucking bullshit ‘compromise’ tells me otherwise. ‘Poke a hole in it’? Really, Kason?”
“Look, Hanna—”
He reached for my arm and pulled me against his body. I planted my hands on his chest and felt the ripples of his muscles with my fingertips while his heartbeat hammered against my palm. I wished to god he would just say yes. I wanted him—every single part of his body—against me for as long as I could have him. And if we did it right, it only had to be once.
Just once.
“If we do it right, it—”
“Hanna,” Kason said. His voice was hard, commanding.
