“Four Mississippi,” he intoned in a much louder voice, one that was sure to be heard by not only her, but the neighbors.
“Better get ready, spitfire,” he warned the moment her body disappeared from view. “’Cause I’m coming for you.”
Laughter, sharp-edged and veering in the range of almost gleeful echoed down the hall.
“Five Mississippi,” found him moving fast, his feet only a soft whisper as he cautiously made his way back down the long corridor, with its hit-and-miss lighting. “Ready or not, here I come.”
Chapter Eighteen
Crouching on fingers and toes in the middle of the bed, my eyes remained glued to the doorway as I strained to hear Rio’s advance. But it was hard to discern a sound over the booming of my heart, to concentrate over the excitement sizzling through me.
I’m having fun! And the thought shocked me, because fun wasn’t something I engaged in very often. Even as a little girl I’d been on the somber side, always on the lookout for anything that might upset my status quo, my carefully crafted world.
A creak broke the silence and my focus again zeroed in on the doorway and hall beyond it. Pookie’s little nails clicked twice before she gave off a soft ‘woof’, giving her daddy’s position away—which I thought was just on the other side of the bathroom. And the knowledge made my stomach clench in anticipation. I held my breath to keep my giggles from escaping, from rising up and out like bubbles in champagne.
My legs trembled but I couldn’t tell if it was from my position or my exhilaration at Rio’s game.
Would he rush into the room and claim me fast and hard?
Or was he gonna stalk me slow, with lethal promise?
Actually he did neither, choosing instead to step into the room only to come to a full stop as his eyes devoured my body. “I got you now, princess.” While his words themselves were a threat, his deep, rumbling voice held more of a dark promise.
Enough so, I held out a hand as I scrambled up the mattress, holding up a palm to forestall him. And it might’ve worked too, if I hadn’t open my mouth, allowing my pent up giggles a way out. “Rio…”
“That’s it, spitfire,” he growled, taking two long steps to the bed while holding my gaze. “Say my name. Get used to having it in your mouth because I can guaran-damn-tee you’ll be screaming it in just a bit.”
Oh god.
Planting a knee on the comforter, he stretched and grabbed one of my ankles, exerting gentle pressure to pull my body down towards him. My giggles ceased at the smoldering heat in his eyes and at the view, my channel spasmed and nipples tightened to a sharpness that was almost painful. Positioning me so my legs were over the end of the bed and bracketed his thick thighs, he leaned toward me, palms resting on either side of my head.
The silence (or was it the anticipation?) was killing me.
“Now that you have me,” I whispered on a swallow. “Whatever will you do with me?”
His eyes dropped from my mouth, down to my breasts and I felt his gaze scorch every inch of flesh as it moved. Another spasm hit, this one so hard my hips flexed as if my core wanted to make its wishes known.
Without answering, Rio brought his mouth to mine and began his assault, such a thorough erotic attack it made me dizzy and almost wild with desire. Our tongues darted and dueled, tangled and tumbled as he created a blaze inside, an inferno that needed immediate attention. And just when I found my body screaming for more, he pulled back, lowering his head until his chin rested on the front clasp of my bra.
Staring deep into my eyes, he bounced his chin against the little plastic closure and it popped open, startling a gasp from my lips. Nudging the lace away, his gaze shifted to what he’d uncovered. “Been fantasizing about these all fucking day.”
He had? Ever since I could remember, I’d secretly been embarrassed about the size of my larger-than-norm boobs but to discover Rio liked them? Liked them enough to fantasize about what he wanted to do to them?
The rough pads of his fingers explored my breasts fullness in a way I could only call reverent. Then his head dropped, his mouth finding my nipple, covering it in warmth and wetness as his tongue tasted and teased. And with every lap, every tiny suck, I felt a sizzle between my legs.
A moan cut into the silence and it took a moment for me to realize it was mine.
He suckled a bit harder before soothing my tender sensitive flesh with his lips and ever-busy tongue, creating a torpid tornado inside me. One that found me writhing in lascivious delight.
“Oh Rio…”
At the sound of my throaty groan, he abandoned my chest and moved down, dropping tiny kisses along the way. Caught up in the sensations, I didn’t realize his intent until his thumbs hooked into the sides of my panties and nudged them down.
I lifted my head wanting to confirm if what I thought he was planning could be true. Because no man had ever gone down on me before. It was a private little something I held in my secret vault of ‘to try someday’.
Lifting my hips, I gave him help in getting the tiny scrap of lace off my butt.
“Fucking soaked, princess,” he growled, his eyes on the swollen leaves of my pussy. “Is all that for me?”
I wanted to correct him, to explain it was not only for him, but because of him. Yet I couldn’t form the words in the whirlwind of arousal sweeping through me.
I was slippery wet, my body weeping for him to soothe the delicious ache between my legs.
He shifted down further and ran a rough thumb along my cleft. “Goddamn…”
I dropped my head back down to the bed, just as his thumb began to caress my pearl in a gentle motion, moving around and around, building the heat higher and higher.
Slipping a finger inside while keeping up the motions of his thumb, Rio shifted my body’s focus from one amazing area to another as he slid in another finger, easing my channel open with deep strokes. And my hips helped his endeavors, bucking up to meet his fingers, encouraging him to continue.
His thumb stopped and I parted my lips to protest, but then I felt his mouth cover my bud, his tongue gently tickling. Too gently for my level of need. “Rio, please,” I begged, hunching up in an unspoken plea for more…harder…faster. “Please, baby.”
*.*.*.*.*
Rio opened his eyes and shot them up Vonnie’s amazing body at the sound of her begging. It was the hottest sight he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing, her body undulating, hips churning as he licked and stroked her sweet pussy.
She tasted of honey and musk, of pure femininity and he knew it was because of him, of what he was making her feel. And she was close, he could tell—the little intermittent flutters of her walls on his fingers told him so, in no uncertain terms.
But he wasn’t ready for her to come yet, wanted her to absolutely crave all the pleasure he could give her before he allowed her to orgasm. So he shifted his mouth’s focus from the unhooded protrusion of her erect clit, shifting to pay homage to her swollen leaves, to the wet flesh gripping his fingers so tight.
Her hands came to his hair, directing him back to where she wanted him, but he wasn’t swayed. Flattening his tongue, he went back up to her pleasure point and laved the area around it. Teasing its hillside without cresting the peak, making her hips shoot up as she gave off a soft scream of frustration. One that was a bit louder than the other sounds she’d made and delivered on just the sound of his name.
He smiled, wanting so bad to tease her about it.
But he was an unselfish lover and decided she’d had just about all she could handle—for this first go-round anyway. Gently sucking on the hard nubbin again, Rio pulled the tiny erection into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the tip, adding firmer pressure as he went.
She sobbed and then suddenly stilled, the fluttering of her insides stilling in a firm squeeze on his invading fingers as her hands yanked on his hair.
“Rio!” she screamed on a broken moan, before her body began to shudder and he again opened his eyes, wanting to witness
the moment she came apart more than he wanted his next breath.
A couple of soft licks later, after he slowly slipped his fingers out and away, he lifted his head and swiped his mouth on his arm before coming up onto his knees to press his chest against her belly.
“You okay, spitfire?” It was hard to keep the self-satisfaction out of his voice but Rio thought he did pretty well. That was until she raised her head and glared at him.
“Just go ahead and get it over with,” she groused. It was a reaction he hadn’t anticipated in light of what he’d given her, but was hella cute nonetheless. “Just say ‘I told you so’. Because you did—because I did it. Screamed your name, just like some girl in one of those dopey romance novels.”
He didn’t answer, choosing instead to move them both until their heads were up on the pillows. Pulling her into his side, her head on his chest, her legs tangling with his, Rio pressed his cheek against the top of her head. “Did you like that?”
“Yeah, maybe a little,” she said on a grudging note, but he could feel her smile against his skin. Her breath was still coming in little pants, mimicking the pulse in his cock.
He couldn’t wait to see how the next bit went, but he wanted to allow her time to recuperate beforehand.
Tilting her head back, she looked up at him. “But what about you?”
“We’ll get to me, don’t you worry.”
She looked down his naked body and his cock flexed its version of a ‘hello’. “I-I ah…”
He waited to see what she’d say because the truth was, Vonnie didn’t react like any of the women he’d been around—always zigging when he though she was gonna zag.
“I’d like to try doing that to you,” she finally announced in a soft, small voice. “But you’re awfully big.”
He decided to take that as a compliment although he didn’t think it was strictly true. He was just a big guy, with big feet and hands so it stood to reason his dick would be along the same size.
Her much smaller hand reached down and gripped him, stroking up from the root to just beneath the tip. “I mean, look at this beast. I can’t even get my hand around it.”
Swirling a thumb in the wetness at the tip, she stroked back down making his eyes roll back in his head. “Christ, babe!”
Coming up to an elbow, she kept her hand moving, shuttling it up and down, working him with a skill he didn’t know she had—giving each stroke a gentle twist at top until he thought he was not only gonna lose his mind, but his control as well.
Turning to look at him over her shoulder, she grinned. “What? Don’t you like this?”
“Too much!” His thighs flexed so hard, they started to quiver. Untwining his fists from the comforter, he grabbed her fist to hold it in place. His chest was heaving and he swore he was micro-seconds from blowing his load all over the both of them. Something he absolutely didn’t want, not when there was a softer, sweeter receptacle available.
“Hands and knees,” he ground out on an uneven breath.
Shit, how was he gonna hold it together long enough to get inside? She’d gotten him more worked up than he’d been in years and while he loved it, he wasn’t so sure he liked feeling so out of control.
“Wh-what?” The grin was gone, her eyes round and bright.
“Turn so you’re on your hands and knees, princess.” He’d managed to speak in a voice that sounded more like his own. “I want your tits on the bed and your ass in the air.”
Raising her eyebrows in question, she slowly moved into position…too slowly for the knife-edge of need riding him. Flipping her over, he tried to be gentle as he pulled her hips up while aligning his arrow-shaped helmet against her silken folds, seeking her cavern with a single-minded determination. And as he pushed in, she reared back accepting him with a long-winded exhale that almost sounded like an ‘ahh’ of delight.
Even so, he knew he was only a few strokes from goal and needed her to catch up. So he bent over her, snaking an arm around her waist, sliding his hand over the soft skin of her belly to allow his fingers to do their magic on her oh-so sensitive button of pleasure.
“That’s it. Give me that pussy. That goddamn amazing…” His hips were pistoning, spearing her again and again, with her matching him stroke for goddamn stroke. She felt so good, so frickin’ wonderful he wanted to be inside her forever. To stay right where he was, doing exactly what he was doing until the day he died.
“Rio,” she moaned and he felt the signals of her impending explosion on his cock just seconds before the spiral in his lower back caught fire. “I’m gonna…”
And they did.
Both of them.
At the same damn time. Something new, and undeniably the most awesome thing he’d experienced, hands down.
So much so, he had a hard time catching his breath, only coming back to himself by slow degrees, but doing it with a heart full of awe (and a mind to watch his weight) as they both sagged down to the mattress.
“That was,” she started and then stopped. “I don’t know what that was other than really amazing.”
“Agreed.”
She went quiet for a moment, resting her head on folded arms. “But I think we forgot something.”
He thought as his half-hard cock continued to pulse the last of his release. For him it had been perfect, the kind of scene he’d only seen in a skin-flick, disregarding the practiced moves of the porn-stars as fantasy. “What?”
She paused and he felt her much smaller body tense before she spoke again. “The condom.”
Sliding himself out of her body he laid down next to her, trailing his fingers over her back. “Was recently tested and haven’t ever forgotten to glove up before.”
She turned her head until they were almost nose-to-nose. “I’m on the shot and haven’t ever gone bareback either.”
“So we’re good, princess?” He’d meant to say it as a statement but somehow and in some way his tone changed mid-sentence to make it sound like a question.
She nodded and pressed her mouth to his in a tender kiss. “Yeah we are, soldier-boy. More than.”
Rio gave a start of surprise, realizing how much her words meant to him.
How very much the little spitfire had captured his heart.
Chapter Nineteen
Zee shut off the engine while doing a quick visual scan of the neighborhood, one that hadn’t been built when he’d left Grantham. In fact, his hometown was almost unrecognizable as the little ‘burg he’d left so long ago. Growing up and out until it could almost be called a city.
Exiting his truck, he glanced up at the cookie-cutter house—one in the same style as every third one on the block—noting the well-maintained lawn and shrubbery, the outdoor toys tucked into a corner of the porch.
Ol’ Reg must be doing well for himself. Zee stabbed at the doorbell and waited, hearing a scuffle on the other side of the door.
“It’s my turn to get it.”
“No it’s not! It’s mine.” The voices were loud and filled with righteous anger only the very young could achieve. “Daddy! It’s my door turn and Eddie won’t let me get it.”
Shit, he’d forgotten Reggie was a dad. One of the real adults with a wife, kids and a house in the suburbs. Living a much different life than the one Zee chose for himself.
“I’ll get it,” he heard Reggie announce on a firm voice. “Ed, go brush your teeth. Finish your cereal Becca-Mecca and I’ll see who’s at the door.”
You should’ve called when you hit city limits. He’d thought about it but never acted on it. Not after he’d touched base with Mrs. Polson and she’d flatly turned him down. No, after that singularly unsuccessful call (which pissed him right the fuck off), Zee didn’t want to even look at his phone.
The sounds of locks carried through the door and it opened a crack, revealing a tired and much older version of the best friend from his youth. “Hey, Reg.”
“Zion? Holy shit, buddy.” Reggie threw open the door and reached for Zee, pulling him in
for a hug, one that culminated in a thump to the back so hard it made Zee cough. “Goddamn! I didn’t know you were arriving today.”
Pulling Zee into the house, Reggie fidgeted, his eyes roaming over his old friend. A little girl with blonde curls ran into the room and stopped short, staring up at Zee with wide eyes. “Daddy, you let a stain-jer in the house and used bad words. Mommy’s gonna be mad.”
Reggie bent down and picked her up, propping her weight on his hip in a move so smooth Zee knew it’d been done a thousand times before. “This isn’t a stranger, honey. This is my friend, Zion. Can you say hi?”
She turned her eyes back to Zee and frowned. “You have a funny name.”
Something inside his chest loosened and Zee found himself grinning. “Yes, I do. But everyone calls me Zee. What’s your name?”
“Rebecca Gianetta,” she whispered, cutting her eyes to her dad. “I like Becca better.”
Zee didn’t know what he was supposed to say or even how to respond to the little girl. The truth was, he didn’t have any experience with kids and the few sentences he’d exchanged with Reggie’s daughter was the most conversation he’d ever had with one.
“What’s wrong with your face, Mr. Zee?”
“Becca!” Reggie opened his mouth as if to correct the little girl but Zee cut him off.
Trailing a finger over the scar-tissue that ran from the edge of his eyebrow to the corner of his mouth, Zee considered his words. “I got hurt when I was a boy.”
“Does it still hurt?”
“No, pretty girl. It’s all better now even though it looks bad.” He tried for a reassuring smile and found it worked in taking the worry out of her eyes.
Reggie gave him a grateful look before turning to the stairs. “Make yourself at home while I get these little buggers ready.”
“But I don’t wanna go to school, Daddy.”
“There’s coffee in the kitchen, Zee. Help yourself.”
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