Dusty & Daddy

by Savannah May

  “We can't meet anywhere we could be seen,” he barks, his jaw flexing so I know this is a torment for him. Even though he's free now, it's as bad as still being inside. Restrained from everything he wants and loves.

  “We won't be seen if we meet in Hanover.”

  His eyes snap up at me. A glaze of relief, even happiness floods into the enticing dark pupils.

  “That's nearly two hundred miles round trip,” he says.

  I nod, looking around to make sure no one's watching or listening.

  “No one will see us there. I'll meet you at -”

  “No need to say,” he interrupts. “I'll be following you like always. You had a good time at Orchard Park today?”

  I gasp.

  “You followed me to the mall?”

  “Home last night, to the coffee shop this morning. Fuck, I must have driven past that mall a hundred times in the last couple weeks. I never went in because it wasn't one we ever went to together.”

  “You were looking for me?” I squeak, my voice catching in my throat as tears well up.

  I have to bite them back down. If Nero sees a customer upsetting me, Killian will be out on his ass no questions asked. And banned from seeing me.

  “You came to my house?”

  “I don't like you living there. My little queen shouldn't be living in a place like that, not when I had her life set up perfectly.”

  “Sometimes a perfect life isn’t worth the hassle if you have to live with hateful personality types,” I say, again pressing the tears back down. “Without you, nothing mattered to me.”

  “It's okay, baby. I'm here now.”

  “Hey Doll, you got other dudes 'sides Pretty Boy need servicing, you know,” a huge guy at the next table shouts at me, half jest, half irritation.

  Killian is out of his seat in an instant. His fists pumped tight, ready to deck the suit with the stomach swelling like an alien birth over his belt, so his shirt buttons strain.

  I place a hand on Killian's chest. It looks so tiny on his huge bicep, hot and pumping under my fingers, way too small to restrain his powerhouse force. But he immediately holds back the beast within as soon as I touch him. I give him a warning look, pleading with him to let it go.

  Nothing is worth losing him over. Certainly not some douche trying to act cool for his buddies. Killian sinks reluctantly back to his seat and I feel his stare scoring into me as I bounce across to the big guy's table and take their order with an extra smile.

  “Come to the room,” Killian orders me again later in the evening when most of the clients are drunk and rowdier than before.

  “I can't. We're too busy,” I whisper.

  I want his hands on me again like never before but the owner is more interested in having us pour watered-down overpriced booze on clients too humped up to notice.

  “I want you out of here.”

  “Soon.” I promise. Not even knowing if that's for real.

  Two nights in and Killian is already set to blow a fuse from this situation. It isn't gonna work out much longer if something doesn't change. I'm doing everything in my power to give him what he wants but it isn't enough. He wants me out of this club but until we can see each other freely, without risk of him going back in that terrible place, I have no clue how to make things work.

  When I leave work at the end of the night, this time I notice Killian waiting for me right away, when he takes one step out of his hiding place so as not to frighten me. I love seeing his bike tail my car all the way to my apartment. He's right, it's not the best neighborhood but it was all I could afford when my mother kicked me out of the family home with very little money of my own.

  It's amazing to have him watching over me night and day like my own personal bodyguard. Although I do wonder what happened to his job, his corporation, his Porsche. And how he's earning enough money now to buy my time every night.

  I blow him a little kiss when he stops his bike quite far down the block to watch me walk from the car to my building. His powerful thighs straddle the wide seat, boots on the ground as he grips the huge bike steady between his legs. It makes me envious that I can't be there, held by his huge muscles, entwined into his limbs as we fall asleep. I can't wait until that happens for us.

  When I reach the door, I gaze down the street, unwilling to let him out of my sight, cradling his gorgeous body in my eyes.

  Once inside, I undress slowly in front of the window. The thin lacy curtain is drawn but the light is on producing a silhouette to the outside as I perform a striptease. At this time of night not a single other window on the block is lit up. Everyone's asleep and the street's empty aside from the man watching my body.

  I know he's loving every moment, imagining my tits bared for him and swaying as I bend down to pull off my sodden panties. I lift my arms and wrap them behind my head, giving my tits a nice shape in the shadow. I sway a little. Like we're dancing. Like I'm in his arms and pressing my skin against his from cheek to toe.

  Then I climb into bed, naked and wishing he was there crushed against me. Enfolding my chest against his solid torso and keeping me safe while I sleep. I cuddle up to my stuffed bunny and pray that tomorrow comes faster.

  Chapter SEVENTEEN

  Killian

  I sit there, alone in the darkened street, for hours after her light goes out. I'm used to sleeping very little since my time in the joint. My wild imaginings of fucking Dusty Rose every night, and stroking my burning dick, have become an incredible reality.

  Being inside her pussy is the most exquisite agony. Having her come on my mouth is divine. The way her tight little body reacts to my every touch with trembles of delight sets my cock craning toward her window. Craving deep connection with her again.

  I'm back there by sunrise, outside her building. She comes out looking all around anxiously, like she's afraid I might not have arrived at the early hour. I can feel the relief and happiness flow through her body even at a distance, seeing me there already waiting for her. Needing only to see her, more than sleep, or light, or air.

  We drive the interstate with me keeping a safe distance, except when I'm trying to urge her on faster. So we can be touching each other sooner.

  I rev the engine so the bike bursts forward with a roar, zooming into her rear view. I see her huge eyes reflected in the mirror, the same eagerness to be next to me, touching me. Then the smile as she catches on that I'm wanting her to take us there faster, never mind the fucking speed limit.

  The last thing I need is to get pulled over but I'm reckless with desire to sit with her and hold her hand and hear her voice telling me about all her dreams. Like before, except now her dreams are coming true along with mine. This need is gonna burn us both up.

  The drive, me on her tail, not losing her for a second as we head for the furthest edge of the State, feels like we're running away together after all. Maybe she'll drive right across the State line and keep on going. And the way I feel now, I'd follow right on behind, not giving a fuck about the consequences so long as I have her at my side.

  Of course she doesn't continue past the planned destination. At last, she pulls into the lot and I'm lifting my thigh over the saddle and opening the door for her before she's unsheathed the key and found her purse. I bring her out of the driver's seat into my arms and hold her against me, feeling the soft pliancy of her curves molding against my solid ones. If I could squeeze her right through my pores, so she'd live inside me, I'd do it.

  All I can do is inhale the wild floral scent of her rose gold hair and try to control the desire to devour her.

  “I can't believe it,” she murmurs against my chest. Her small fingers clasping my waist.

  “Damn, these are kinda squashed,” I release her and pull the small posy of flowers tied with ribbon I bought for her while waiting at the mall yesterday.

  “They're so pretty.” She laughs the tinkling sound that lifts my heart still.

  “Nowhere near as pretty as you,” I tell her. “Come, baby, let'
s get coffee.”

  I wanna take her somewhere and strip her naked but I also want her to know that we're more than that. More than the insane hunger that ravages constantly between us and tramples our lives. The electricity we create is consuming but I get just as much pleasure taking her hand, like I do now, and leading her across the lot, into the mall and the cafe.

  She hangs on to me while we walk and gives a little skip in her step like she can't contain how thrilled she is that we're together. Just us. All we need.

  “Candy cane frappuccino, please,” she says when I ask her what'll it be. Her eyelashes fluttering up at me as we relish the repetition of our previous life.

  She sits close to me, her thigh along the length of mine. I reach inside my jacket and pull out the small box, another gift I bought her.

  “Oh, it's beautiful,” she cries running her finger around the shape of the diamond encrusted heart on a platinum chain. “Can you?”

  She lifts her flowing hair up while I fasten it around her neck. When my fingers brush along the sensitive side, she shudders sweetly.

  She turns to face me again, her eyes filled with tears.

  “I love you so much,” she whispers.

  A woman around my age passes the table and does a double take that freaks me for a second. But she doesn’t know me, or recognize us, because she then eyes Dusty Rose, checking her out to see what she's got that holds a man. In that way some women do to each other.

  Then she makes a strange face and a sort of sneer that I'm glad Dusty Rose doesn't see although I guess it's mostly directed at me. The old guy dating young instead of in his own playground.

  “You shouldn’t have,” Dusty Rose entwines the fingers of both hands around my huge one.

  “Shouldn't have what?” I bark, still pissed at the woman.

  “Bought me such an expensive gift.”

  “You're worth every penny and more,” I tell her. “There is more.”

  I have to tell her all about the apartment I rented her downtown. A good safe neighborhood. Cafes and boutiques she can spend her time in instead of strip clubs.

  “No, it's too much. You aren't working, my mother said you were pushed out of your company because of the -”

  Conviction.

  Jail.

  She hangs her eyelashes in shame I can't bear to see her wear. She can let me shoulder that for us.

  “I've got plenty of money for us, Baby Girl. Is that why you insist on working in that hole?”

  “No. Not really,” she murmurs. “I work there so you have to come and see me. So you have to fuck me every night. I can't live without that.”

  Her lashes lift back up so her eyes pull me in. She's irresistible. Without a word she stands and sashays across the cafe attracting glances from men and women alike. Once they get back to their own fucking life, I quietly follow Dusty Rose down the short passage to one side of the counter.

  She pulls the door back as I arrive and I kick it closed behind me and shove her against it. Whirling her body around, our hands are everywhere at once, pulling, grasping, pinching as our tongues work furiously against each other.

  In seconds my burning hot fucking dick slides into her slickness, forcing its way through her tightness as she moans.

  “Your cock is so huge inside me,” she mewls, her arms thrown above her head, against the door as she arches high. “It fills my entire body.”

  “The most delicious fucking body on earth,” I grunt, my dick already set to blow at the way her cunt is gripping the length.

  I ride in and out, pounding the length of her dripping pussy, picking up speed, thrusting into her harder and harder as she begs me to.

  “Oh god, oh god,” she cries, her fingers tearing at my hair, clawing at my shoulders.

  I press my mouth onto hers to quench the sound of her screams and after, she pants against my cheek as her heart gradually slows back to normal.

  Chapter EIGHTEEN

  Dusty Rose

  When I pull back the door to the washroom and step through, I get a very strange look from the woman waiting in the tiny dark hallway. She almost tries to barge right past me, but Killian's hand is in mine and he emerges right behind me, blocking her. I giggle out loud at her shock, and excoriating look of disgust. But I see Killian looks distressed.

  “Let's get out of here,” I say and pull him out of the Starbucks into the mall, where we walk hand in hand, looking at the store windows.

  “Did you see that woman? The look she gave us?” I giggle again, like I can't stop being so happy.

  But Killian is silent. I look up and see his jaw is taut, flexing minutely at the hinge. And I think I know what's bothering him.

  “You're upset that people are judging,” I venture, not wanting to make him mad and ruin the day.

  I still feel stretched and swollen inside and I savor the sensation of his seed inside me, soaking my underwear and thighs. I had to have him right then. Like my body would shatter into smithereens if I didn't satisfy the need to feel his dick stretch me open.

  “I don't give a shit what people think of me now,” he grits out and I feel horrible again for putting him through all that, destroying his reputation so that he lost his company. “I hate the way they look at you because of me.”

  “I don't care how people look at me or what they think.” I try to reassure him. “All I care about is that we're together now.”

  “People are never going to understand. You realize that, right? Are you going to be okay with it day after day for years?”

  “Yes.” I say without hesitation, thrilled that he's talking about long term. “People can go be smug in the mirror and take their judgments there too.”

  “It's because they assume there's only one way to live. They're obsessed with time and years and think they know how to control that.”

  “Time has no meaning. Nor age.” I tell him and I truly believe that.

  I knew I wanted him when age didn't allow it. I can hardly imagine what time means to him now after being locked inside a box nearly two years. He's changed a little.

  “I'm different now.”

  “I know,” I whisper and receive a squeeze of my hand that he doesn’t release. “I am too.”

  “Baby, I don't wanna be fucking you in strip joints and public washrooms,” he groans out.

  “I love it,” I tell him, because I don't care where he screws me, just so long as he does, hard, deep and every single day. “Don't you think it's hot?”

  “You've changed into a little exhibitionist,” he grins.

  “Don't you like to look at me?” I ask fluttering my lashes at him just a little because I know it gets him all tied up.

  “Of course. I could look at you all day long and never take my eyes off you. You're so fucking beautiful. I don't know how it's possible but you're even more gorgeous since you grew into a woman. It makes my head hurt how stunning you are.”

  I lean into him as we walk, feeling his iron hard torso support me.

  “So what's the problem? Haven't we worked out the perfect solution for right now? At least we can be together.”

  “I know, Baby Girl but I don't just wanna fuck you and have you walk away, back to that job. Or fuck you and walk out of the bathroom. I want to hold your body in my arms, caress you, kiss every little pore. And talk about our future.”

  “I want that too.” I whisper.

  Suddenly this isn't so much of a game. I've loved Killian forever and always imagined I'd marry him when I grew up. But that's what girls do when they crush like crazy on older guys. Now the responsibility of real life hits me, right outside a Target store.

  “We have a future? A forever future?”

  “If you want that, Baby.”

  “You would want to be with me, forever?”

  We're walking past a swanky restaurant on the ground floor of the mall. One of those old style places where rich women shoppers meet for lunch. Or businessmen with their secretaries get together for a stolen hour in
the darkened room. Killian veers me inside.

  “What are we doing?” I squeal.

  I'm not really dressed for this. Neither is Killian. He's wearing a black leather jacket, a tee shirt and black jeans slung low on his narrow hips. But Killian is the sort of man that exudes money. With the power and confidence he carries, no one would dare to question his right to be anywhere. He could dine at a freaking palace in England and fit right in.

  “I'm feeding you, Baby,” he says.

  “Pizza in the food court is fine.” For some reason this place makes me nervous. The hostess gives me a look then lights up a smile for Killian.

  “You need to eat properly.” He tips his head down to kiss me. Making the woman jerk in surprise.

  The delicious smells rising to my nose as we're led to a table by the hostess make me realize I'm actually starving.

  I order a steak and Killian watches me with a smile as I tear into the high quality, perfectly cooked meat and eat like a lion on the African plain.

  “I haven’t had a steak in forever,” I say, once my hunger is satiated and I can eat with more delicate table manners.

  I've never been to a place like this aside from the occasional times Killian took us out, all three of us, for a birthday. We didn't do that often because it meant she had to be along.

  “Why did you ever marry her?” I blurt out. A little retroactive spurt of jealousy hitting my tummy and making me hate her even more. “You and she aren't remotely alike. You had nothing in common. You never spent any time together.”

  He looks at me without breaking eye contact, his intense gaze tells me everything I need to know but still I want him to say it.

  “It was never a thing between her and I. She pushed for a wedding and I was ready to move on. But then I was introduced to you.”

  “You wanted me even then?” I say, relief gushing through me.

  “Yes. I mean not like that. You seemed very precious to me.”

  “That made one person at least, because my mother sure as hell didn't treat me like I was special. If she could have left me at a fire station somewhere, she would have. Only thing that stopped her was how important it was what people thought. Negative opinion always made her shrivel into a hot ball of anger.”