by Dawn Martens
The front door opens, and I’m ashamed at how my kitchen looks right now, considering it’s a giant mess of flour and egg shells all over the place, plus the two boiled banana breads. I don’t look much better than the kitchen. I think I am wearing more ingredients than there is in the pan.
“Uh, what is that?” I hear.
I turn around to glare at him. “I’m trying to make banana bread,” I say grumpily.
Jordan’s eyebrows shoot up. “I don’t think you’re supposed to boil it.”
“No shit, asswipe!”
“Why don’t you try it again, and I’ll help you?” he says.
“Fine, but I swear to God, if it doesn’t work this time, I’ll never try baking ever again,” I say as I stomp around the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients all over again.
I start measuring out the flour when Jordan bursts out laughing. “See, that’s your problem. You do realize you are using icing sugar?”
I frown and look at the bag. My shoulders slump when I realize it is icing sugar, and not flour. “I give up. I obviously don’t know how to bake anything. I’ll stick to cooking.”
Jordan swats at the white stuff on my clothes, causing a cloud of it to fly up my nose, causing me to gag. “Move aside. I’ll clean the mess up and make you some banana bread. Go take a bath or something,” he tells me, shuffling me out of the kitchen. He fucks like a champ, drives me crazy, he bakes, and the kicker is, he loves me. I gloat, walking into the bathroom.
I have to give Alix some credit; at least she tried. Although, if she at least just read the package she thought was flour, she wouldn’t have ruined two banana breads. One thing I’m good at is baking, something my mom taught me growing up. Not having any sisters, and Shaun being more interested in playing sports with his buddies, I was the designated ‘daughter’ for my mom.
I pour the batter into the bread pan I just finished scrubbing from Alix’s disaster, and place it in the oven, timing it for sixty minutes. While it’s baking, I start cleaning the kitchen. I don’t know how the hell she managed to get egg all over the walls and behind the toaster. It takes me right until the timer goes off to clean this mess, and I realize that she hasn’t come out of the bathroom yet.
Pulling the bread out of the oven, I place it on top of the stove to cool down. Then I decide to go find out where the hell Alix went, ’cause I know she wouldn’t be in the tub this long. The water would be freezing.
“Alix?” I call out as I walk down the hallway. Walking into her bedroom, I see her sleeping on top of the covers, the fluffy blue towel still on her body.
I go to lie down beside her when she wakes up. “I fell asleep?” she asks groggily.
“Yeah, I guess all that failed baking made you tired, huh?” I tease, brushing her barely damp hair from her face.
She sits upright suddenly, glaring down at me. “Shut up about that,” she says, growling.
I reach out to her, rip the towel wrapped around her off and fling it to the floor, and pull her down on top of me. Wrapping one hand around her waist, I bring my other hand to cup the back of her head. “God, you are beautiful.”
I sweep my thumbs over her face, looking her in the eyes, wanting to remember her looking just like this forever. This is a rare moment when she is sweet and not trying to fight me. She smiles at me, stealing my breath away. Our lips find each other as her body presses against mine. Her tongue darts between the seam of her lips, tangling with mine. Fuck, I love her kisses. My hands roam her body, exploring every beautiful inch as she grinds her hips over my growing erection. She whips my shirt off over my head, kissing down my chest. She licks her way down my happy trail, undoing the fly of my pants. As she helps me slide them down, I flip her over and crawl over top of her. She is laid back on the bed, looking incredible.
Fuck, I am so in love with this woman. She is looking at me with a sexy grin on her face.
“You don’t know what you do to me, do you?” I lean down and take her delicate bud in my mouth. Swirling my tongue around it, I bite down on it gently. Her hips buck up from the bed. I love that she is so responsive to my touch. Her hand reaches down between us, touching herself. So fucking sexy!
I continue to taste and tease her. A hitched breath leaves her throat. My hands rub and pinch her breasts. Her hands are dancing across my back as I settle between her legs. While she is looking directly in my eyes, I slide into her. Her eyes don’t leave mine as I make love to her, yes love. I love her! Her legs are latched around my waist as we rock gently together. She grabs hold of my neck, pulling my face down so she can lick and suck on my neck. Every touch, every sensation feels heightened. Her legs are squeezing me tight as we rise and fall together, our bodies moving in sync, as our hips grind. “Gonna make me come if you keep biting my neck like that.”
“God, yes, come in me, Jordan.” She bites down on my neck as I move faster, slamming into her harder, until I come deep inside my woman.
He’s making me feel things I don’t want to feel. Liam crushed me, not once, but twice; although, the second time was all my fault. What Liam and I had at first was amazing, but we never fought like Jordan and I do. It was all sweet and romantic, and then it turned bad. He cheated, not just cheated, but cheated with my own sister.
Trusting Jordan, and this new step we are suddenly in... I’m not sure if I can do it. I hear Jordan finishing up in the bathroom, so I try to wipe my stupid ass thoughts from my head.
Jordan climbs into bed with me after leaving the bathroom, snuggling into me. Sighing, I fling his arm off me and move toward the edge of the bed. He moves with me, putting his arm back.
“Stop it! You have insane body heat. I don’t like it. I also hate being cuddled to sleep. If we end up cuddling, it will be after I fall asleep. Back off,” I say, turning over in bed and wrapping the covers around me tighter.
“This is comfortable. I like cuddling you,” he says, kissing my forehead.
I let out a small growl. “Then wait until I’m asleep.”
“No, I want to cuddle.” His hand snakes around, and he grabs my boob. “Boop boop,” he says, squeezing one.
I slap his hand. “Stop it! You are what, twenty-six? Act like it!” I growl at him.
He chuckles. “I am acting like it. Men don’t grow up.”
“Seriously, roll over or something. I don’t want you cuddling me,” I say, trying to shove him again.
He leans over me and licks my face. “What the hell? You are sick!” I say shrieking, punching him in the stomach.
“You’re the one that told me to roll over. You wanted me to be a dog, so I licked you.”
“I swear I’m going to smother you in your sleep,” I threaten while raising my pillow over his head.
I’m never getting any sleep tonight, I guess, because he still cuddles me. He is holding me prisoner in his muscular arms. I try to make him budge, but he’s like dead weight. When he finally drifts off, I shove him gently to his other side. Lying down on my stomach, I finally feel my eyes grow heavy.
I’m woken up to a small hand on my dick. I moan before opening my eyes. “You need to suck it,” I tell her.
“I’ll make you a deal,” she says, coming in close to me and kissing my lips softly. “You have a shower, I’ll suck your dick,” she says grinning.
I narrow my eyes at her. “You serious?”
“Damn right. You might have washed him last night after we fucked, but that’s not good enough. I also know you took a piss in the middle of the night. Sucking off a stinky gross dick is so not on my agenda, ever,” she tells me seriously.
My dick goes limp in her hand. “Fine, I’ll take that fucking shower, but you are totally making it up to me,” I say, scrubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “I sure hope you swallow,” I say, giving her a wink.
She goes extremely pale at my words and starts gagging.
“What the fuck?” I ask her disbelievingly, shoving the covers off.
“No come. Nope, not happening.” She waves her ar
ms in the air like she is trying to clear smoke. “Did you not witness, just the other day, me gagging as I washed your spunk off my hand? It doesn’t come near my face or my mouth. Nope. Just can’t,” she says, gagging on every other word.
I shake my head at her. “You seriously are messed in the head.” Looks like morning sex is out of the question—mood totally killed. “Wait a minute, you also don’t let me kiss you after I eat you. What’s with that?”
She shrugs. “That’s nasty. If I wanted to taste vagina, I would go pick up a chick, but I don’t swing that way. Vagina is gross. No thank you,” she says as she shudders.
Fucking nutty ass woman! I swear the shit that flies outta her mouth some days sure keeps me on my toes.
Jordan has been giving me the silent treatment for three hours now, all just because I don’t suck dick unless it’s freshly cleaned, and I don’t let come near my mouth. Seriously?
At least I suck dick at all. Gee, you’d think what I said was the end of the damn world. After this morning, he ignored me until he left for school.
When I get to my salon, I ask Hayley about it. She, of course, isn’t helpful.
“You need to just suck it up. Pretend it’s pudding,” she says.
“I don’t eat pudding, you know that. Pudding causes me to gag. The texture, the taste...just gross.” Even as a child I could never eat it. If my mom packed pudding in my lunch bag, I’d give that shit away in a heartbeat, or toss it in the trash.
“Just do it! It’s not the end of the world. Do it once for him. He’ll see you throw chunks, and then trust me, he’ll never ask you again.” I shudder. I just can’t. “I don’t get it. I love it. Half the time, I make Brock come on my face. So good,” she says, licking her lips. Gag. Eww, she is a sick bitch!
“Oh my God! No! Just no! That’s sick and twisted!” I shout, dry heaving.
I end up ignoring her all day, because every time I look at her, she makes dick sucking motions. Just no! She is almost as bad as Jordan.
Later in the day, I forget I am mad at her and shout one of my random thoughts out to her while I am in the middle of coloring my last client for the day’s hair.
“Hey, Hayley!” I shout over the sound of the hair dryer she’s using.
“What?” she screeches.
“We should just randomly break out in song and dance, like in the Disney movies.”
She flips off her blow dryer and looks at me, eyebrows raised. “Uh, where did that come from?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I just thought of it.”
“Okay, first, no! Let’s not do that, because that’s just stupid. Hell, I don’t even like Disney movies because of that whole sing talking crap they do, plus the whole insta-love and random man thing. Second, I think you need help,” she says.
I smile at her. “I need help? Isn’t it you who calls your man ‘Daddy’?”
She narrows her eyes at me and chews on the inside of her mouth. “Stop that.” I laugh. Her customer snorts, trying to stifle a laugh. I go back to styling my client’s hair, while Hayley flips her dryer back on, giving me a death glare for embarrassing her.
I finish cleaning up my station and head home.
*~*
Now here we are, Jordan and I sitting on my couch, eating a bowl of popcorn and watching American Horror Story, and it’s still silent.
“Are you seriously going to keep giving me this whacked out silent treatment play, all because I wouldn’t suck your dick and allow your come near me?” I ask him, mouth full after shoving a handful of popcorn in my mouth.
Jordan just shrugs, not looking at me.
I place the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and straddle him. He puts up a bit of a fight, but once I start grinding my crotch into his, he stops.
“Seriously, Jordan, knock it off,” I tell him, kissing the tip of his nose.
He tries to push me away, clearly still annoyed. “How would you feel if I did that to you, got you all hot and bothered, and then announced I didn’t do oral unless you are freshly showered and all that shit?” he says, looking over my shoulder at the TV.
I crack up laughing. “Funny guy, I would understand, because duh, I don’t even like you going down on me unless I’m fresh and clean too,” I tell him, winking.
He shakes his head. “You’re a damn nut,” he says, chuckling. “But you don’t mind me coming in you.” he says, eyebrows raised.
I scrunch up my nose. “I know, but that’s not my mouth.” I lean in to kiss him. “Sorry for blue balls,” I tell him quietly, in between kisses.
“Princess, nothing to be sorry for. I overreacted,” he says, craning his neck away from me.
“Yeah, you did,” I say, winking.
His eyes darken. “Don’t push it.”
“How about we have a shower together, you know the whole save water thing, and then we have some play time in the bedroom?” I ask him slyly.
“What about we have some shower fun?” He pokes me in the boob.
My expression turns solemn. “We can’t. The first time we had shower sex, it was a fluke. Shower sex leads to injuries, serious injuries.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “How?”
“Um, it’s slippery, and you can fall and break your dick,” I tell him seriously. I remember a time when Liam and I tried out shower sex, and it led to a hospital visit. Not a fun a time.
Jordan sighs. “Fine, we’ll actually shower, but we make it fast!”
We both jump off the couch, me almost falling off him when he stands up, and make a run for it. He practically shoves me in the shower with my clothes on, ‘cause he is so excited. He must be really horny. The thought that I affect him so much makes me smile.
He takes a washcloth and suds me up lightning quick. Him washing me is erotic though, so I return the favor for him. Once we finish, Jordan is again getting pushy—it’s cute.
We have the quickest damn shower in history, only scrubbing up my dick and her pussy. She paid extra attention while soaping it up, so now, laying on the bed, waiting for her to finish drying off, I’m rock fucking hard.
She slowly walks to the bed, dropping her blue towel. “Ready, hot stuff?” she says.
I hold my dick up, motioning her to come over. “Damn right I am.”
Crawling onto the bed slowly, she gives me a wink, licking her lips seductively. She starts sucking, her tongue swirling around the head of my dick. She doesn’t like it, my ass! She wraps her slender fingers around my cock as she slides her hand up and down, mimicking the motion with her eager tongue. A hiss leaves my lips as she looks up at me, tugging on my balls with her other hand. Never in my life has my cock been sucked so damn well. She continues teasing the head of my dick with her tongue, before taking me into her mouth again. I thread my fingers in her crazy ass hair, pushing my cock further down her throat.
“Get up here,” I growl out, wanting her to turn around.
My hips buck when she sucks my dick deeper into her mouth. “Nope,” she says, popping the ‘p’.
I sit up, moving her head off me. “You hate it when I come in your mouth, so get up here. And turn around.” After that announcement this morning, I sulked like a baby for hours. I’ve never come across a woman that hated cock sucking and slurping up the after affects. It shocked the shit outta me.
She narrows her eyes at me. “Like sixty-nine?” she asks.
“Yes, now fuckin’ get up here,” I say, ready to explode. This woman is killing my dick.
“No way! In that position, my asshole is right in your face. No way!” she exclaims, rocking back away from me. She has a horrified expression on her face.
I grab her and haul her to me. “Are you serious right now?” Can’t fucking believe this shit!
“Damn right! That’s so gross. I even skip over reading those parts in books. Not sure what sort of person likes staring into an asshole as they are eating the chick out, and my God, the scenes when a guy licks from ass to clit… barf!” she says, gagging.
; My hard-on has officially deflated. “Well, thanks for ruining the moment. Again,” I grumble out, moving her off me. I swear she gets off on leaving me hanging, like it makes her feel empowered or something.
Jordan and I both woke up cranky as fuck today. Last night, he ruined the mood. Jerk didn’t need me to get into that position, but nope, he just had to say it. I’m stomping around the kitchen, pulling out some bacon to make for breakfast, when Jordan comes in, standing right in my damn spot I’m trying to use.
“Would you move?” I demand.
“I’m getting ready for school,” he says, pouring a bowl of cereal. He looks ready in just his plaid boxer briefs. Does he have to walk around like that, showing his muscles off and tempting me?
“Yeah, and there is a whole giant counter for you to work at, so move,” I groan, irritated and trying to avert my eyes from his raging morning hard-on.
He grumbles as he takes his bowl from the counter and walks to the kitchen table. He slurps his cereal loudly, trying to annoy me. The fucker just doesn’t quit.
I finish breakfast quietly and go into my room to get ready for my day. Jordan is following me, and I am ignoring him. Fuck!
“Can you stop crawling up my ass?” I stop abruptly, planning to turn around and yell at him, but instead, my ass is met with his dick.
“Want me in your ass, just ask.” He smiles his lazy smile, trying to work his charm on me. Idiot! “You just need to get off, and then you won’t be so cranky.”
“Is that so,” I retort, moving away from him.
“It’s a fact.” He moves closer to me, feathering kisses on my neck.
God, those lips; I sag against him as he continues his assault on my flesh.
His hands envelope my breasts, and starts rubbing circles over my now pebbled nipples. His skillful hand roams down my torso until he meets the waist of my zebra striped pajama bottoms. He shoves his hand roughly down my silk panties as he bites my ear, tugging on it playfully with his teeth. “Don’t fight against me, Princess. You know you love me fucking you first thing in the morning.”
