by Riley, Alexa
With that I walk out the door and down to my truck. I breathe in the warm air and try not to think about all the ways this could go wrong.
Chapter Nine
Harlow
“I only brought one,” Nellie tells me when I open the front door. She has a hanger hooked on her finger and she sways it back and forth, showing me the white dress. She must have been speeding like hell because I only texted her ten minutes ago saying I needed something to wear. If I had to guess she already had this one in mind before I ever asked her. I don’t own a dress, but it’s not because I’m opposed to them. I just don’t have a need. I live in sweats and yoga pants most of the time, but right now I want to dress up for Butch. I don’t know why the idea excites me so much.
Nellie’s got a giant smile on her face that makes me feel better for her. She always bounces back fast, so even though that Sean guy made her so mad she cried she’s okay now. At first I thought maybe she had a thing for him, but it’s men in general that caused the outburst of tears. Nellie’s always had men after her and I know she goes on dates regularly. I also know none of them have ever been good enough for a second one.
“It looks small.” I eye the dress I’ve never seen her wear before. It looks new, but no way she had time to buy it.
“It will fit. It’s stretchy.” She walks into the apartment and I let the door close behind her. “Holy shit.” She stops when she sees the kitchen. “I can’t believe how much he got done in a day.”
“Yeah.” I admire Butch’s handiwork. That man knows what he’s doing, that’s for sure.
Butch did a perfect job and that’s the problem. Now that he’s done I don’t have a reason for him to come back. I was crossing my fingers this would keep him here for a few days, but it didn’t turn out that way. Now this date needs to be good or I might never see him again. I have to stifle a whimper at the thought because never seeing him again feels so wrong.
“Maybe he can help with your office. It’s only half done,” Nellie reminds me.
I forgot about it, but I keep forgetting about everything that isn’t related to Butch. Nellie has crap going on in her life, too, and I need to remember that. She hides it well, but that doesn’t mean things don’t affect her.
“I’m really sorry about Sean,” I say again for the millionth time.
It’s shitty all around because he left her high and dry on this job. Thank god it was only me he was working on right now. Nellie has other contractors, but she said he was one of the best and that’s why she had him in my apartment to begin with.
“He’ll be hard to replace, but it’s for the better.” She hangs the dress over a chair. “If it wasn't me he would have tried to sleep with one of my clients eventually and that would have been a bigger mess.”
“True.”
I got a peek of something Nellie is hiding because that outburst of tears is a buildup. I know she wants the white picket fence and kids, but she’s used to working for things she wants and she doesn’t like to wait. She got her design degree so quickly because she powered through school and she got it in half the time. Even I can see relationships can’t be handled the same way and I’d never been in one before.
Nellie claps her hands together to change the subject. “Tell me everything while we get you ready.”
I spill most of what happened and even tell her about what Butch said about Sean being an asshole. I leave some of the things out that turned me on more than I knew they would because for some reason that feels special. I want to keep something between Butch and me, at least until I figure out what this is and where we stand. I cross my fingers that it’s together.
“We don’t have daddy issues,” I blurt out, and Nellie swipes the makeup brush across my cheek. I don’t know why I feel the need to add that in there.
“Who cares if we did? A man can handle it if he’s a man.”
“Butch is definitely a man.”
“That’s the truth,” Nellie agrees with a small laugh. “He wanted to punch Sean in the face and I could tell he was holding himself back.”
“He was?” I perk up at hearing that.
I would’ve enjoyed seeing Sean get punched. I was so shocked at what he was saying when we walked into the room, I hadn't seen the look on Butch’s face. I remember the one from when I first opened the door, though, and that was pretty pissed. I don’t want to think about what he’d look like if he was ready to throw a punch.
“Yeah, he did. I think seeing him so pissed reminded me that there are still good guys out there.” She lets out a long sigh. “Not all men just want to use you for sex.”
“You think he’s a good guy?” I think so, but what do I know about men? I was raised by two women who never brought men around us. We knew next to nothing about their dating lives or if they had any. It wasn't until the past few years that Nellie and I figured out they had normal lives and went on dates with guys.
“I mean, he could have pushed you to do more but he didn’t.”
If he wanted in my pants he could have easily gotten into them. He didn't have to come back for dinner, because I was offering myself on a silver platter right then.
“Also, before you start spinning things in that head of yours.” She points the blush brush at me. “Him pushing you away isn't a bad thing. He was trying to do what he thought was best for you. That means he puts you before himself because it’s clear he wants you.”
“I hadn't thought of it like that.” All I kept thinking was at any moment he was going to leave. That he would realize the age gap was too big for him to handle and I didn't want to be the girl who chased after a man.
“He’s not winning the fight with himself, I can tell you that.” She steps away so I can look at myself in the mirror.
“Wow,” I say as I take a step closer to the mirror. The dress is a little shorter than I would normally wear outside of the house, but it’s cute. “You didn't put much makeup on me.” I touch my cheeks as I lean close and I can still see my freckles.
“Butch looks like the kind of man that likes it natural.”
“I hope so,” I agree and turn around.
The back of the dress is full lace and it shows off my bare skin. My red hair looks nice against the white. She only gave it a little fluff so it looks fuller. Whatever she’s done to my lips made them look bigger, too, and the color almost matches my own.
I lick them, thinking about Butch kissing me because he likes my dress so much. My mind floods with all the things he might do to me in this dress, and though I don’t need his approval I want it.
A knock sounds at the door and Nellie grabs her stuff. “That’s my cue to leave.”
She kisses me on the cheek before darting from my bedroom and then I hear her let Butch in. I give myself one last look and suddenly I feel super shy as I step into the hallway to see him.
I lock my hands together as I make my way down the hallway and step into the living room. When I don’t see him my shoulders drop. Did he change his mind?
“Fucking hell.” I turn to see Butch standing in my office. I wonder if Nellie told him it needed some help on her way out.
My eyes search his face, wondering if he likes what he sees. I open my mouth to ask him, but before I can get a word out he has me in his arms and pressed to the wall.
His lips come down on mine and his grip is tight as the passion that was just on the edge an hour ago is unleashed once again.
Chapter Ten
Butch
“You’re going to break me,” I say as my lips move down her neck. “I’ve never felt so damn nervous before.”
“What are you afraid of?” Her hands grip my hair as I kiss my way to her cleavage.
“I shouldn’t be doing this.”
My tongue dips between her breasts and then I kiss the tops of them that are pushed up from the dress. She’s got tits way too big for someone so small, and in this dress they look even bigger. It clings to her and shows off her soft middle and round ass. The dress i
s so short that her thick thighs are way too exposed. I told her to wear a dress, but I’m beginning to think that was a mistake.
She’s got one leg up and around mine and I can see down to where it’s bunched up and shows off her panties. Goddamn I’m not going to be able to walk tonight with how hard my dick is, let alone go out in public.
“Something that feels this good can’t be wrong.” Her breath catches on the last word as I slide my hand up her dress and cup her bare ass.
“Are you wearing a thong?” I ask, and she nods. “Fuck, I need to see it.”
Without thinking I kneel down in front of her and grab her hips. I turn her around and push her against the wall as I yank up the back of her dress to her waist.
“Holy shit.” The sight of her round ass and the string of the thong between her cheeks is almost too much.
I lick my lips and decide that life is too damn short to not enjoy this moment. I lean forward and press my lips to her ass cheek before I open my mouth and bite down a little on it. My fingers tug at her panties and pull them down until they’re at the top of her thighs and not all the way off.
I grab her hips and pull her back as I run my tongue between her cheeks. I lick her tight hole and bury my face in her ass, just loving the feel of her soft skin against me. Her pussy is so wet I can see the inside of her thighs are sticky. I slide two fingers into her as I bite her ass and squeeze it with my other hand.
“You’ve got a body made for me.” Her pussy grips my fingers and I groan at the sensation. “I can’t stop now that I’ve had a taste.”
I take my fingers out of her and turn her around so I can lick her pussy. I push back into her warmth and she cries out while I rub on her G-spot and suck on her pussy lips.
“Butch, I’m so close,” she whines, and it makes me feel like a god.
“You’re going to be a quick trigger, aren’t you, baby?” I pet her clit with my thumb as the two fingers in her move faster. “That makes me so damn happy.”
She whimpers as she pushes her hips forward and I lick her pussy again. I look up so I can watch as her cheeks flush and she closes her eyes tight. Her orgasm hits her hard and fast and it nearly makes her knees buckle as she comes undone.
The sounds she makes and the way her body bends to me when she cums are so fucking good. I went home and jerked off in the shower twice and still my dick is demanding release. Without thinking I reach down and unbutton my pants and pull my cock out. I slip my warm, sticky fingers from her pussy and use them to jack off my dick as I stare at her cunt.
“Oh my,” I hear her say, but my focus is on what’s in front of me. Her pretty pink lips are completely bare and I can see from here how young and tight it is.
“You ever had a man here?” I ask, not taking my eyes off of it.
“No.” The word is a whisper and it makes me move faster.
“But you want me in it, don’t you?” The sound of my slick hand beating off is loud in my ears.
“Yes.” Again it’s a whisper, but she might as well have shouted it.
“I know you do, sweet girl.” I look up and into her eyes as I lick my lips and taste her pussy. “I’ll get in there, but let me break you in a little first.”
I cup my hand at the end of my cock and use my other to jack off into it. The release is so hard I have to try and catch it as it shoots out so it doesn’t get on the floor. I grunt as the last of it empties into my hand and then I take a breath.
“This should help it feel better,” I say, bringing my hand up to her pussy and pushing the cum into her. It drips down a little on the inside of her thighs and onto her panties, but the rest of it I use to coat her pussy. I even shove a little inside of her even though I probably shouldn’t. Actually, I know damn well I shouldn't, but I want to see my cum in her so bad that I don’t care.
“That does feel good.” She rocks her creamy pussy against my palm and widens her legs.
“Yeah?” I keep rubbing the heel of my hand over her cum-covered clit. “Give me one more quick one and then I’ll feed you.”
She gasps when I lean forward and lick her then rub her clit again. She whines and bites her bottom lip as her hips push forward and she climaxes once again. I smile as I watch her and think of all the dirty things I could do to her to get her off.
When the last of her orgasm is finished, I gently pull my hand away and then put her thong back into place. I place a kiss on her panty-covered pussy before I stand up and pull her close to me.
“Hungry?”
Chapter Eleven
Harlow
“This is so big,” I mutter as I walk up to Butch’s black truck.
I’m assuming it’s his because it says Barton Construction across this side in white letters. I’m not sure how I’m going to get up in it, but I have to admit it looks pretty badass. This dress may not have been the best idea now that I know I have a chance of flashing my neighbors when I try and get up in this thing.
“It can be a pain to get around in when I’m in the city, but it can pull or haul anything you want.” He has his arm wrapped around me tight, which is where it’s been since we stepped out of my place.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys and I hear the truck unlock. At the same time a side step comes down on the side that I can use.
“Oh.” I smile and he opens the door for me. I use the step as he helps me into the truck. “That’s kinda cool.”
“Think I was going to let everyone see your ass?” he asks, and I laugh, looking down at him. He doesn't look like he thinks that’s funny. “I don’t share.” He levels me with a hard stare and I shake my head. I don't want him to share me either. I only want him touching me. “Good girl.”
He shuts the door and those two words make my heart flutter. I might have daddy issues, because I enjoy his approval way too much. It goes straight between my thighs where I can still feel a burn from the graze of his stubble. The stickiness of his cum is still inside of me and I can't believe he did it. Watching him push it inside of me was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life and I know it’s only the beginning of what Butch can do to me.
I have to fight myself to keep from slipping my hand between my legs. I want to know what he tastes like so badly. He got to taste me, but before I could try and do the same he got us out of the apartment.
“I don’t share either,” I blurt out when I look over at him.
He so handsome I bet I’m not the first woman who sat down on him when he was under their sink. I’m a little bit shy, so I’m guessing they got the nerve up to do it without clothes on.
“Then we’re on the same page.” He puts his key in and the truck rumbles to life.
“Where are we going?” I pull on the end of the dress, trying to make it a little bit longer.
Butch changed into a pair of nice black pants and a button-up shirt. He says the name of a place I don’t recognize as he drives away from my place. If Nellie hasn't taken me to a restaurant then I haven't gone. I’m good at ordering takeout and eating on the sofa. I only go out when she drags me and tells me I need fresh air. The air out here always smells the same as in my place, so I have no idea what she’s talking about.
I’m up for going out with Butch right now, but I’d like to go back to my place and pick up where we left off. The things he did to me, I still can’t believe happened. I’ve never done anything like that before and I never wanted to until now. I need more, but I’m out of my depth. I can’t understand or keep up with my body’s reaction to Butch.
“I’ve never done this before,” I admit.
He already knows I’ve never had sex. I’m not sure how he could tell, but I can only guess it was my actions. I can also spot a newbie when I play video games, so I know people tend to stay away from them.
“Good,” he tosses back at me.
“Good?” I speak a little too loudly. How is that good?
“Yeah, good. I told you I’m not good at sharing, or at least with you I’m not.
I don’t want to think about other men touching you before me while I have the privilege of taking you out.”
“Oh.” That makes sense because I don't like the idea of him doing that with other women.
“You date a lot?” I hedge.
“No, I had to google where to take a date,” he admits, and it makes me smile. Maybe this is new ground for both of us.
“Really?”
He comes to a stop at the light and turns to look at me. “Yeah, really, little one. I don’t date or do that shit Sean does.” He reaches out and rubs the side of my cheek with his finger. “Then there you were, making me wonder how I’ve been living so long without you.” My breath hitches. “Fuck, you’re soft.” His hand drops away and I want to grab it back, but the light turns green again.
We drive a few miles before we pull up outside of the restaurant. I look from the restaurant to him. It's hard to tell if it’s a place for people to eat or a nightclub. Either way, I really don’t want to go inside. I don’t have a phobia of people, but an abundance of them always makes me anxious.
Butch doesn’t look too thrilled about that place either. “You’re not going in there in that dress.”
I sink back in my seat and my shoulders drop in relief.
“I mean, I can take you back to your place to change if you want.” He doesn’t look like he likes that idea either. “Fuck,” he mumbles before doing a U-turn in the middle of the street and we go back towards my apartment.
“Why are you mad?” I finally ask as the quiet in the truck becomes too much for me. The mood shifts and I can tell he’s agitated. “I can change my dress. It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s not only the dress,” he throws back, and my heart feels heavy.
“You’re running again,” I whisper. I should have known.
