Kinda Don't Care

by Lani Lynn Vale

  Her eyes gleamed as she rolled up onto all fours and started to straddle me.

  “Did you get yourself wet first, or use lube?” I questioned.

  “Lube,” she answered. “Seemed easier at the time.”

  “It is,” I agreed. “I have some in the nightstand drawer.”

  She leaned over me, her breasts trailing across my chest, and opened the drawer.

  I knew the instant she saw what was in there, too, because she froze.

  “Something in there you like?”

  She slammed the drawer shut, then sat up with her fingers clutched tightly around the lube.

  “I don’t think I’m ready for your magic drawer of wonders,” she whispered, fear as well as curiosity lingering in her eyes.

  “One day you will be,” I added. “But for today, you just treat me like I’m your BOB at home.”

  “BOB?”

  “Battery operated boyfriend,” I amended.

  She snorted. “I call it by its name. Which is a Lula. But you can call it a BOB if you want.”

  I reached for her hand and tugged her to me. “You’re stalling.”

  She licked her lips, then dropped down to press a kiss to my jaw.

  “You just lie there and let me make myself come,” she ordered, straddling my thighs once again.

  I watched as she did, my hard cock filling up the space between her parted thighs quite nicely.

  Then she took the lube, clicked open the cap with one thumb, and upended it.

  I didn’t say a word as she did what she would.

  Instead, I watched her pour way too much on me, then start slicking me up and down. She’d used so much on me that it started to slide down my shaft, past my sac, and down to the crack of my ass to the bed.

  I didn’t care that we were making a mess.

  I only cared about the fact that she was here. That she was lubing me up.

  Neither one of us said a word as she made the biggest mess in the universe.

  I didn’t say a word at all while she worked the lube down over my length, then parted her thighs as she brought that same hand she’d been using on me to her own pussy lips.

  Once she was sufficiently coated, she threw the bottle down on the bed and scooted into place high up over my cock.

  And when she sat down, easily guiding my cock into her, it took everything I had not to arch up and meet her. Or better yet, grab her by the hips and force myself into her so deep and hard that she screamed.

  Either way, I would’ve been happy.

  Then again, I wasn’t unhappy, either, with the way she slowly sank down on me. I was just frustrated.

  I wanted more. Harder, and faster.

  But I didn’t do anything to stop her.

  She was the driver of this show, and I was going to stick to my word whether I wanted to die right now or not.

  My eyes closed, and I was fairly sure that every single muscle in my body was straining to stay where it was.

  My palms were clenched in the bedspread. My fingernails hurt because I was hanging on so hard.

  Then there were my feet.

  My toes were actually curled.

  She placed the tip of my cock at her entrance, and my eyes flew open.

  And she was smiling.

  She was enjoying this.

  I broke.

  I couldn’t do it.

  Not today.

  Not when this was so new.

  Not when everything about her was still so new, so fresh.

  I’d had her a grand total of five times.

  Five.

  Count those.

  One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

  And that wasn’t enough.

  It’d probably never be enough, but at least after a few decades of having her, I might begin to control myself a little better.

  I saw the change come over her face. She knew I broke.

  She looked victorious. As if that was what she’d been planning this entire time.

  “You little bitch,” I breathed.

  Then I had her on her back, and my cock filling her sweet, hot pussy moments later.

  Her back arched, and the cords on her neck strained, and she screamed as I filled her up.

  With the amount of lube she used, everything slid all the way in.

  Which was a surprise to her because normally I had to work myself in. But not today. Today, she’d been primed. Not to mention, she’d already given me a blow job, and I knew for a fact that it’d turned her on.

  Speaking of that blow job, technically, I guess, that should mean that I shouldn’t be close.

  But I was.

  I was so close that if I didn’t at least gain some semblance of control, I would be blowing my load before I’d even gotten her off.

  And that just wouldn’t be fair.

  Not when she’d gotten me off so nicely in my living room just a short time ago.

  I pulled out, even though I think I died a little inside when I did so and moved down her body.

  I nibbled on her belly, pulling lightly on the soft curves there, and then moved down the moment she giggled.

  Her hands went to my hair, and right then, I contemplated never cutting it again.

  When I’d gotten home from this last ‘deployment’, I’d let it go a little wild. But I really didn’t like it this wild…not until she buried her fingers deep into my hair and cried out with a wild passion that was making my heart race.

  “Ahhh, God,” I growled. “You smell so good.”

  “That’s the lube,” she giggled again.

  “No,” I disagreed. “I know exactly what that smells like, and though I do smell it, I smell you more. You,” I dropped my mouth down to hover just above her clit. “Smell like sugar cookies. Why is that?”

  “I have this female, errrr, lotion,” she explained. “I bought it online with my vibrator. It’s supposed to cleanse as well as help it remain ‘fresh.’”

  Well, it smelled fresh.

  It also smelled fucking edible.

  “Goddammit,” I growled. “I don’t know what I was ever thinking. This pull you have toward me,” I dropped a kiss directly on top of her clit. “It’s something out of this fucking world. I never stood a freakin’ chance.”

  Her hands tightened in my hair, and I started to swirl my tongue around her sensitive clit. Round and round, one, two, three. Four. On the fifth I stopped and sucked it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue as I did.

  Her thighs slapped up around my ears, trapping me in.

  Little did she know that I never wanted to leave.

  I’d gladly stay right here for the remainder of my life if I could manage it.

  “I need you inside of me, please,” she gasped through a breath.

  I snaked one hand up and parted the lips of her sex, then used the other hand to breach her entrance with one single finger.

  She went off like a bomb.

  One second she was there, and the next thing she wasn’t.

  Janie had left the building, and it was a beautiful thing to watch.

  After she rode out that orgasm on my hand, I pulled it out of her pussy and brought my fingers up to my lips, tasting her one more time as I settled back between her thighs.

  My cock was kissing her entrance, but I didn’t push back inside. Not yet.

  I wanted her eyes when I did.

  Which she gave me moments later as they blinked lazily open.

  I bent down and pressed my lips against hers, a soft kiss, nothing more.

  She started to tear up as I pulled away.

  “What’s this?” I asked her gruffly.

  She swallowed and lifted her hips, causing my cock to pierce her sheath.

  “It just doesn’t seem like this is real. It’s like I’m dreaming. Everything I ever wanted is right here. You’re giving it to me…and I just feel like at any second it could be taken all away again.” She lift
ed her hand and placed it against my racing heart.

  I slowly filled her back up, this time just as easy as the first, and stopped once I was planted all the way inside.

  “What we have is real,” I promise. “I’ve done a lot of avoiding of you over the years, but don’t ever think that I didn’t want you. At first, when you were young, you were just a passing thought of ‘she’s sweet.’ But when you matured? Yeah, those passing thoughts turned into a whole lot more. Now, you’re not the only one disbelieving. Every time I’ve had you,” I ground myself into her to remind her what it was we were doing, not to mention how good it felt. “It’s like the first time all over again. You’re like a piece of glass that all the adults told me not to touch. Yet, the moment I had you in my hands, I realized why they didn’t want me to touch you. You’re it for me, and I think they knew that. I think, in all honesty, that this was something they knew was going to be inevitable for us. At least on my end, that’s why I stayed away. I didn’t want to chance doing anything that’d get me killed.”

  Her laugh was husky, and the muscles deep inside of her tightened around my cock.

  I closed my eyes as I tried to, once again, fight off what was inevitable.

  And I didn’t succeed.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I said repeatedly.

  Instead of fighting it off, I let it come.

  I started to fuck her in hard, fast strokes.

  Her body jolted with each thrust, and I went up onto my hands as I watched her breasts bounce.

  My eyes traveled down her body, taking everything in.

  The way her pussy spread nice and tight over my cock. The way her clit protruded, still aching and throbbing. Her glistening sex, and her heavy breathing.

  Her nipples were peaked, and her eyes were hooded.

  Everything that I was feeling, she was feeling, too.

  “Make yourself come,” I ordered.

  Her hand slid down her belly to come to a rest just above her pubic bone. Two fingers started to circle around her clit, and the entire time, she kept her gaze on me.

  I picked up the pace. Watching, taking everything in, and waiting.

  The moment I felt her tighten around me with her impending orgasm, I finally let go.

  My release poured out of me in thick jets, filling her up and making her even wetter for the taking.

  My abs bunched, and my eyes squeezed shut.

  The breaths coming out of my throat were ragged, and I felt lightheaded.

  “Fuck, baby,” I breathed. “God.”

  I lowered myself down on top of her, loving it when her legs curled around my hips and tugged me closer.

  Our skin was slick with sweat and other things, but neither of us cared as we came down from our high.

  “I love you.”

  My words caused her to freeze.

  “You…what?”

  I grinned and tilted my face up, so she could see the sincerity in my eyes.

  “I love you,” I repeated. “I love you like a fat kid’s pants like to dig into his gut.”

  She started to giggle.

  She’d been doing that a lot.

  Giggling.

  I fucking loved it.

  “Well?” I waited impatiently.

  “Well what?” she asked.

  “What about you?”

  I knew she loved me. She knew she loved me. Hell, the entire town of Kilgore and Hostel knew we loved each other.

  “I guess I love you, too.” She paused. “You dirty old man.”

  I pinched her ass, causing her to shriek.

  “Hey, not nice!” she said.

  “When,” I dropped back down to whisper my words against her ear. “have I ever claimed to be a nice person?”

  When I leaned back, I found her eyes were shuttered once again.

  Shaking my head, I pulled away and took her with me until we were both leaning up on the bed.

  The bed that was a huge mess, and sheets that would definitely need to be washed before we went to sleep in them.

  “Tell me like you mean it,” I ordered her, lightly tugging her hair.

  “You’re the window to my wall,” she said with a growing smile.

  I studied the ceiling.

  “Yeah?” I asked in confusion.

  “I’m the sweat that drips down your single ball.”

  I blinked.

  “Skeet skeet.”

  I burst out laughing, then I reached for the pillow and smacked her with it.

  She dramatically fell over clutching the pillow to her breasts.

  “You weren’t but a baby when that song came out,” I grumbled as I stood up and headed to the bathroom.

  “Hey!” she yelled as she followed me. “I was little, but that was a very impressionable time in my life.”

  I turned around, caught her by the hips, and walked with her into the shower that I just turned on.

  She shrieked as the cold water met her back, but her nipples pebbled nicely.

  “Shut up,” I ordered. “You make me feel like a pervy old man every time you remind me how old you aren’t.”

  I let her slip down my body until both feet rested on the tile of my bathroom floor.

  “Well,” she replied. “It could be worse.”

  “I’m not sure how your age could be any worse at this point,” I admitted.

  “I could be pregnant.”

  I stared as my heart started to pound.

  “You’re on birth control,” I said to her, somewhat desperately.

  She smacked me.

  “I know that,” she said. “But what I’m saying is I could be pregnant, and people could be thinking you got your daughter pregnant.”

  I placed my hand over her face and pushed her head back into the showerhead spray. “Just stop talking. I don’t think my heart can live through your scenarios.”

  Janie was too busy laughing to reply.

  Chapter 18

  I think today is the day…that I burn this motherfucker to the ground.

  -Text from Janie to Rafe

  Janie

  Tired, sore in the best of ways, and wide awake, I lay in bed next to Rafe listening to him breathe.

  My dogs were snoring—on the floor at his side of the bed—and it seemed like I was the only one still not finding sleep.

  I looked over at the phone on the nightstand. His. It stayed slightly illuminated, always displaying the time. I winced when I saw the time. 0333. Three freakin’ thirty in the morning.

  Ouch.

  After waiting for the sheets to be washed, and then dried, we’d both fallen into bed with exhaustion.

  Only, I didn’t fell asleep like he did.

  It was a good thing I worked from home because when I did finally get up in the morning I wouldn’t be a very good functioning member of society.

  But, as three-thirty moved to four-thirty, and all I had done was rethink the entire night through—I realized I might as well be practical.

  Getting up carefully and quietly as possible, I made my way out of the bedroom and closed the door behind me. Once in the living room, I picked up Rafe’s sweatpants from the laundry basket on the floor and slipped them on over my legs. I had to even untie the string because they wouldn’t fit otherwise. They were very long, though, bunching up around my feet to about mid-calf.

  Telling myself not to think about my curvy self—and when I say curvy I meant very curvy. It was more than obvious I enjoyed tacos a little too much—I took a seat on the couch and reached for my computer. Which was next to Rafe’s computer.

  I smiled when I saw the difference between the two. Where my computer was silver and covered in a neon yellow skin with stickers over every available inch, Rafe’s was boring and plain. The only embellishment on it whatsoever was the Apple symbol in the middle. And he didn’t even put that there—Apple did.

  Grinning to myself, I signed into my computer and immediately g
roaned. It was running slow again. Which irritated me.

  I kept this bad boy in tip-top shape. It shouldn’t be running slow.

  Which got me curious. Why was it running slow?

  An hour later I’d torn my computer apart—not literally, but cyberly—and was no closer to figuring out why.

  The last thing I could try needed to be done through someone else’s computer.

  I looked over to see Rafe’s just sitting there, and grinned.

  Leaning over, I snatched his up and then spent twenty minutes hacking into it.

  Who needed that many password protections?

  Apparently, Rafe did.

  But whatever.

  And his password. My god. Who actually used that many special characters, uppercase and numerics? My man. He was that weirdo. If I had a password like his, I’d spend half my time trying to figure it out.

  Sheesh!

  However, once I was in, everything was pretty straightforward. Until I clicked on the app that was running and saw…myself.

  I froze.

  Then I looked over at my computer screen. And back over to his.

  What the fuck?

  “You’re a little stalker, Rafe!” I whispered into the empty room.

  I was honestly…proud.

  Not mad, per se, but surprised. Surprised to find that he cared enough to track my computer—and me. It was honestly smart because my computer never left me. And this program he was running had to be the reason behind my computer running slow.

  That little shit!

  Shutting his computer down and acting like I hadn’t touched it or realized a thing, I went to work on a few projects for Free. I’d been working for a little over an hour and a half when Rafe emerged, my dogs closely at his heels.

  “You ever go to sleep?” he questioned, his voice husky and full of promise.

  I smashed my lips together to keep from belting out my wishes and demands until I had myself under control, then said, “I tried. It didn’t work out. So, I started working. And for some reason, I’m not the least bit tired yet. Though that could be the five-hour nap I had at five in the afternoon yesterday. I’ll probably crash here in a few, though.”

  Rafe’s lips twitched as he started walking toward the kitchen, which was directly behind me.

  “Guess it’s good that you don’t have to go to work like I do,” he mentioned.

  “You don’t actually have to go to work,” I told him. “You’re just going to work because you want to at this point.”