Four Letter Word

by J. Daniels

  She whimpered against my lips then she did what I asked, stretching out on her back and lifting her feet to rest them on the edge of the bed, knees bent and spread for me and that tight little cunt glistening.

  She was ready, hot, and wanting, needing this as much as I needed to take it.

  Perfect.

  Her hands fidgeted restlessly by her sides, gripping and releasing the comforter, and her stomach dipped in anxious breaths.

  I leaned over and dropped my head to press soft kisses to her ribs as my hands squeezed her tits through her bra then slid down and pushed under the wire, filling my palms with her heavy flesh as I dragged my tongue across her navel and flicked her piercing. I moved lower with lips dragging over creamy skin to her hip, sucking there before pressing my mouth to the top of her pussy and lifting my eyes.

  Her breath shuddered as our gazes locked and I held on to that sweet, willing look she was giving me as I dipped my head and swiped my tongue through her pussy.

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned, thighs tensing reflexively against my ears then pulling apart, unsure.

  I grabbed her legs and pushed them back, pinning my head between them so I only heard muffled cries and muted breaths while I ate her roughly from cunt to clit and back down, fucking her with my tongue until she dripped down my chin.

  She slipped off her bra and tossed it.

  I sucked the smooth skin around her pussy, teasing her until she whimpered and then diving back in.

  Her nails raked over my scalp to the back of my head, where she gripped and held on, then her hips started pushing off from the bed and she rocked into me, riding my tongue in hot little jerks and then melting, body warming when I moved to her clit and pulled there.

  “Brian,” she gasped. “Please, don’t stop.”

  “Knew you’d be this sweet,” I told her, head lifting so she could watch me give her a long, slow lick. “Fuckin’ knew it.”

  “Yeah,” she said, shaking and breathless, lips parted and eyes heavy, maybe agreeing with me or maybe just feeling it, that pull I was building in her and being so close to coming she’d agree to anything right now just as long as I didn’t stop.

  I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t.

  I drew her clit into my mouth and sucked hard.

  Her head dropped back, chest heaving, and she peeled my hands off her legs and held them beside her, linking us together and pressing with fingertips and blunt nails, threatening to bruise bone and break skin.

  Mark me, I thought.

  I wanted her all over me.

  Her scent, her flavor, her desperation, and she was right there, a suck or a lick away from falling.

  I jerked up then, keeping her on edge and panting as she whined and reached for me with fingers and feet wrapping around my legs and hips, wanting my tongue back.

  “Brian,” she begged.

  “Scoot back,” I told her, and she did as I shoved my shorts down and my cock sprung free, slapping against my stomach then bobbing heavily as I climbed on top of her and in between her legs, pushing one to her chest and holding it there as I drove in, filling her on a moan that shook in my throat and tasted like fire, and the second I bottomed out, she came, air leaving her as she arched off the bed, crying out then reaching, pulling me down until our mouths fused and I swallowed her shallow, sated breaths.

  I kissed her and pumped my hips through her orgasm and she rode it, hands roaming down my back to my ass and gripping, urging, pleading.

  “Brian, my God,” she whimpered, staring into my eyes.

  I released her leg and guided it around me, thighs squeezing my hips and fingers tensing on my stomach as I started building it in her again, measured and exact through heavy drags of my cock that were promising and punishing.

  She closed her eyes with parted lips and shook with desire.

  “That’s it, Wild,” I said, bending to kiss the corner of her mouth, then leaning away to watch her take me.

  My pace was deliberate. She both loved and hated what I was doing.

  And I loved it. All of it.

  I’d make it last as long as I could.

  I stayed slow when she begged me for faster.

  I pinned her hips to the bed when she tried grinding down.

  I fucked and fucked and fucked, mad with the need to keep her and our crazy, the smell and taste and feel of Wild spreading through my veins.

  I kept off my release and her next one, sweat dripping and limbs shaking, her pussy so wet I could slide my finger between her cheeks and press with lubrication.

  She pressed back, liking it.

  I’d fuck her ass another time and I didn’t hesitate sharing, which got her nodding desperately and even asking for it, wanting it now because I was offering and she was so wound up she’d come the second I slid past that tight ring of muscle, I knew.

  She knew.

  But I had other plans.

  “Yes, yes, please,” she begged, lips pressing to my ear. “Do it, Brian. Fuck me there. I want it.”

  “Need you coming on my cock tonight, babe,” I said, thrusting in and out, in and out with my spine burning and my legs and arms trembling.

  “I will. I will,” Syd assured. “Let me. Just let me. I will.”

  “A little more,” I told her.

  She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and moaned.

  “Just a little longer,” I soothed.

  Fingers dug into my back and sank between my ribs.

  “Give me everything,” I pleaded.

  Wild opened her eyes and nodded, saying, “Take it. Take all of it,” then reached above her head and pushed against the headboard, bearing down on me and sending heat through my limbs.

  “Fuck,” I gasped, the need to pump faster clawing at my skin and I broke, slamming into her while keeping hold of her waist. “Syd…babe, get there.”

  She pulled me down and kissed me hard.

  “I’m there,” she moaned. “Brian, please, God, I’ve been there.”

  She broke apart first, a beautiful chaos of fire and light in my arms.

  Dirty and delicate.

  Then my orgasm ripped through me and I came on a growl that vibrated in my chest, shooting deep inside her pussy with hips thrusting frantically, back straightening, and head thrown back then tipping forward and stilling to watch her milk my cock with the last bit of her climax, tiny squeezes I felt all the way in my spine as her moans turned to adoring little mews I wanted to eat.

  She was so damn soft after she came.

  I loved her soft.

  With heavy limbs and breath, I collapsed on top of her, head buried in her neck and beating heart against beating heart.

  “Damn,” I mumbled.

  How could I feel broken and whole at the same time?

  “Uh…yeah, damn. That was seriously crazy,” Syd declared through a small voice, her hands rubbing up and down my back soothingly. “I think that’s what people call tantric sex, you know, when you hold off that long.”

  “Yeah?” I asked, lifting my head and scanning her neck until I found those two moles I knew she hated, dead center on her throat, one beside the other, then pressing my lips there and saying, “Don’t know nothing about that weird shit. Just felt like fuckin’ you for a while.”

  “Mission accomplished.” She laughed, her shoulder jerking when I kissed that spot again. “What are you doing?”

  “Kissing my moles,” I informed her.

  She turned her head.

  “I hate those moles.”

  “They’re beautiful.”

  “They’re moles, Brian,” she giggled, wiggling to try and get me away from them. “Moles can’t be beautiful. They’re an imperfection.”

  “Gotta disagree, babe,” I argued.

  I pushed back onto my knees, watching the look on her face as I slid my cock out, mouth open and eyes heated, fuckin’ needy, loved that, then climbed off the bed and got another cloth from the bathroom, got it damp, and grabbed a hand towel, wiping my dick off with that while
I carried the cloth to the bed and went about taking care of her.

  She spread her legs for me and bit her lip, then yawned and sighed sleepily when I was done.

  I froze.

  Fuck.

  That noise.

  How many times had she made that noise in my ear at night and I’d wished she was doing it in my arms?

  Too many times to count.

  “What?” she asked when she caught me staring.

  I shook my head, leaned over her looking like I was going in for a kiss but at the last second ducking, tilting her head back with my hand and kissing her moles.

  She made a grumbling sound in her throat but didn’t push me off.

  I got rid of the cloths and pulled the covers down, got Syd under them and comfortable, then climbed in beside her, rolled to my side, and with an arm snaking around her waist, pulled until we were touching, my front to her back, my legs pushing hers into a bend and my head dropping, mouth pressing to the soft skin between her shoulder and neck.

  She folded into me and threw her arm on top of mine, letting me know she liked where I put her.

  “We fit perfectly,” she stated. “I knew we would.”

  I closed my eyes and breathed deep.

  “Want me to run out and get you that hot chocolate?” I asked, knowing that was her pattern at night, even though I didn’t want to move considering how phenomenal her ass felt against my cock, but I’d move if she asked.

  Her hand pressed down on mine.

  “I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

  I smiled and gave her a squeeze.

  “Fuckin’ beat. You got plans tomorrow, or can we stay here all day and only get up when we need to recharge with food?”

  “You don’t have to work tomorrow?”

  “Nope.”

  “Wait…what is it that you do again? You never said.”

  No. I avoided that topic. Definitely never said.

  “Co-own a surf shop with Jamie,” I informed. “Wax. Not far from here. And we never work on Sundays. Those are always for surf.”

  “Except you don’t surf anymore,” she replied.

  My arm tightened around her.

  I was prepared for questions I’d dodge for a later discussion. Wasn’t in the mood to get into all of that tonight, but Syd didn’t press.

  “Well, I would love to stay here with you, but I do have work tomorrow,” she replied, sounding sad about it. “And I need to be there. I called in sick the past two days and I felt horrible doing it. Nate seemed understanding about it but I still felt bad. He’s got a lot on his plate and he didn’t need me leaving him short-staffed.”

  “Sure if it wasn’t manageable, he would’ve said something to you,” I suggested.

  Her shoulder jerked.

  “Maybe,” she said quietly. “Maybe not. It’s Nate. He’s like a ghost around there a lot of the time. It’s so sad.”

  I remembered Syd telling me about her boss and the shit he was dealing with after finding out about it herself.

  Not just shit. Sad shit. Wife committing suicide and leaving him a single dad to their newborn.

  Not a conversation I wanted to have after experiencing what I’d just shared with my girl.

  Luckily for me, Syd appeared to feel the same way and instead turned in my arms so we were facing each other and started shifting closer.

  I took over.

  Hand forming to her waist, I pulled until she was flush up against me, tits to ribs, her head resting half on the pillow and half on my arm, her hand sliding over my cheek to my hair and down to my neck and shoulder, and my leg slung over and behind her knees, locking us together.

  I twisted a piece of messy red around my finger, feeling her eyes on me.

  “What’s your last name?” she asked.

  My hand stilled.

  That was definitely not something I would’ve shared before, fearing she’d search it online to find me and see shit I didn’t want her seeing, my last name possibly linking her to something, but I didn’t have that same fear anymore so I didn’t mind sharing with her.

  Why would she search for me now? I was right here.

  And she had me.

  “Savage,” I replied, finger moving and looking into her eyes. “Yours?”

  Her nose scrunched up.

  “Well, my married name is Paige.”

  My hand stilled again.

  “You aren’t married anymore,” I told her, and I did it roughly, not being able to help my tone because, fuck, I hated everything of that motherfucker’s that touched Syd, his last name included.

  Stupid to feel that way since it was what you fucking did when you got married to someone—you took their last name or you gave them yours.

  Still.

  I wasn’t seeing reason on this subject.

  I forced myself to settle, watched her nod in agreement with me, face relaxed, then continued on to say, “And you sure as fuck deserve better than that last name. It’s not good enough for you. What’s your maiden name?”

  She smiled.

  “Whittaker.”

  I tucked the red I’d been twisting behind her ear, draped my arm over her waist, then replied.

  “There you go, babe.”

  She smiled bigger.

  I slid my hand to her neck and gripped her there, rolled to my back, and pulled her down on top of me.

  “Like you here,” I whispered.

  Her breath held and her fingers stilled against my chest as her eyes brightened with an emotion I hadn’t seen yet, then she relaxed and smiled lazily, shifted down a little, and dropped her chin to the top of her hand, staring at me.

  Her hair was a mess from fucking and her cheeks and lips were bitten red.

  One hand forming to her ass and the other twisting in the ends of her hair falling on her shoulder, I stared back, feeling the haze of exhaustion sweeping over me and asking, “Any more questions tonight or can you hold off until tomorrow, the next day, the day after that, and every other day I’m planning on seeing you so we can both get some shut-eye before I need to be feeling you around my cock again.”

  Her lips turned up, stare brightening a little, then she twisted her neck and lay on her cheek.

  “I can hold off,” she replied quietly.

  I gave her a squeeze and shut my eyes.

  Not a minute later did I open them again when moans crept under the doorway.

  Syd’s head shot up with a gasp.

  “Oh, my God,” she whispered, looking around in a panic. “Is that…”

  “Jamie,” I answered irritatingly, shutting my eyes again and hearing another moan, then two more, all three of lighter pitch and distinctive between each other.

  “And friends,” I hissed, jaw flexing.

  Motherfucker.

  Thinking it was time he soundproof insulated his bedroom.

  “That’s…I think he has three women with him,” Syd guessed.

  “Sounds like it.”

  She made a noise in her throat, a cross between a grunt and a gag, then I felt her head hit my chest again.

  My arms tightened around her.

  “Night, Wild.”

  “Idiot,” she murmured. “Knew it was something stupid. He totally blew it with Tori.”

  I gave her another squeeze.

  She sighed, squeezed me back, then gave me a sweet, “Night, Trouble.”

  It was just as cute as it had always been all those nights she’d give it to me before we hung up, but in my arms it was better.

  The best.

  I felt her fall asleep as I lay there, mind heavy and working out the plan I needed in order to keep Sydney here with me.

  Only when I had it did I finally drift off.

  * * *

  Sipping my coffee, I flipped the bacon I was frying when movement over my shoulder turned my head.

  Jamie walked through the living room and entered the kitchen wearing unbuttoned shorts and nothing else, rubbed his hands down his face and back up, loo
king exhausted, then acknowledged me with a jerk of his chin as he went straight for the coffee.

  “Hell yeah. You makin’ breakfast? What’s the occasion?” he asked, grabbing a mug out of the cabinet and pouring himself a cup. “I’ll take my eggs over easy. And make sure you cook them in the bacon grease. Don’t waste that shit.”

  I focused on the pan in front of me.

  “You’ll take your eggs to go at fuckin’ McDonald’s, unless you plan on making them yourself,” I replied, turning to look at him. “This is for me and Syd whenever she wakes up.”

  His eyebrows lifted.

  “No shit,” he said, smiling as he hoisted himself up on the counter, mug in hand and legs swinging like a fucking elated child waiting up for Santa on Christmas Eve. “She found you, I take it. How’d that go down?”

  “She’s in my bed. How do you think?”

  Jamie took a sip of his coffee, nodded, then shared, “Happy for you, man. Straight up.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Seriously. That’s great for all of us. Means I won’t have to put you on suicide watch and take shifts with Cole. Just so you know, pretty sure it was coming to that.”

  I glared at him, got a smug grin in return, then went back to the bacon, pulling out pieces that were on the good side of being burnt and putting them on a plate covered with a paper towel to soak up the grease.

  “Fuck. Last night was crazy,” Jamie muttered next to me. “Think I might need a cast for my dick.”

  “Not that it’s any of my business and, please, let’s keep it that way. Only sharing this ’cause it was shoved upon me last night and I had no choice but to hear it. Now I’m figuring I can pass it off and maybe I’ll forget I ever heard it in the first place, which would be fuckin’ great.” I cut my eyes to him, continuing on to say, “You fucked up with Legs. Pretty sure she wants to kill you.”

  Mug in his hands resting in his lap, Jamie looked irritated as he asked, “What the fuck for? She shows up at my party looking like straight-up pussy on a fuckin’ platter, flaunts that shit in my face knowing I want it then disappears on me like a fuckin’ ghost, making me tear this place apart looking for her hot ass, which I did for a solid fifteen minutes, passing up opportunities left and right, and she wants to kill me? Why?”

  “Don’t know. She didn’t say,” I replied, then studied him hard to ask, “Wait, who the fuck did you have in your room last night then? I know you had more than two.”