“What’s going on in that head of yours, squeaks?”
“You love me.” I smile bigger.
“Yeah, I do.” He smirks.
Before he can move, I am in front of him. I drop to my knees and unbutton his pants. I have only given a blow job once before, and that was to Hendrix. Reading about it is so not the same as giving one, but I am figuring it out. I fumble a little with his zipper before his hands wrap around mine to stop me. He guides us over to the bed, laying me down, kissing me when I start to talk. He climbs in bed over me and then beside me without stopping our kiss.
I like kissing. I really like kissing Hendrix. However, I was trying to give him something, and he stopped me. Who does that? What man stops a blow job? I thought men loved that stuff. Like pull it out, play with it, sucky, licky, sucky more, add a little teeth, and boom, they blow. That’s what the books say, anyway.
I reach between us, putting my hands down his pants. As I begin to stroke his ever hardening erection through his boxers, Hendrix pulls back, his tongue moving in my mouth as a distraction. I keep my hand in his pants and scoot my butt closer so I can reach in better.
With a groan from Hendrix, I laugh as we kiss. When I can’t stop the snort, our teeth clank.
“Livi, you’re starting something we aren’t finishing.”
“I fully intend to finish the job, Caldwell.” I smirk as I quickly move to have my head over his crotch and free his erection.
Wrapping my mouth around him, I engulf him and suck. Dragging my teeth, I pull back all the way to the top before I open and slide back down. I rest my hands on his thighs for balance as I not so gracefully bob up and down. Before I can continue, Hendrix pulls me off him with a pop.
“Livi, babe. You don’t have to. You’ve had a long day. Let’s get some rest before dinner tonight.”
There is something in his eyes that I can’t read, but he doesn’t look completely into this. I look to his still present erection. I know I can’t take him all in, but I can try. What happened to an ‘e’ for effort? Besides, what man turns down getting sucked off?
Suddenly, I gasp. Then I giggle and snort. Before I can stop myself, I am full on belly laughing, making the entire bed shake.
“Fuckin’ crazy ass,” Hendrix mutters, only making me laugh harder.
“I’m doing it wrong! I’m sucking wrong. Hendrix, why didn’t you tell me?” I snort again. “The last time, I didn’t have a clue. That was my first time doing that.” Embarrassment fills me, and I know my face has to be red.
“A little less teeth would be nice.”
I mentally take note of this. Do I need to write this down? Hendrix would really think I was crazy if I got out a pen and paper right now, though. Okay, less teeth, check.
I nod at him in encouragement to continue.
“Rhythm, Livi. Steady rhythm, like I’m fucking your face.”
Okay, rhythm, check. Wait, should I count or something, so I keep it even?
Pickles, this is a lot to take in, I think as I continue to nod at him.
“Use your hands, too. Stroke me, pull on my balls.”
Hands! I can use my hands. Now I can do this.
Without another word, I wrap my hand around his shaft and begin stroking him as I swirl my tongue around the head of his penis. Hendrix watches me, before finally relaxing, while I create a steady rhythm of stroking, licking, sucking, and tugging on his balls. The more I do it, the more confident I become and the more I relax.
I taste the salt of his pre-cum, and it makes me wild. I twist my wrist as I stroke him, and I suck harder. His balls tighten, his abs flex, and then he fills my mouth with his warm release.
I shake my butt in my success at getting my man off. I swallow it all down and feel proud of my accomplishment. Too bad I have my period, because this seriously has me turned on. I am so going to suck him more often.
I am putting it away and zipping his pants when his hands come to each side of my face, and he pulls me to him.
“Never cease to amaze me,” he says before he kisses me. I wonder if he knows I have those panties already.
Afterward, we snuggle down and take a short nap before getting up to go out to dinner.
We are both snacking on our appetizer when Hendrix gives me a little of his conversation with my dad.
“Did your mom and dad have a relationship?”
I snort. “Not in the least. I am the product of a one night stand. My dad was at a convention for his job, and my mom worked at the hotel he was staying at. He invited her for drinks. She was underage, but she didn’t want him to know she was only eighteen, not twenty-one.” I laugh as I think of the many times my mom has told me about the night I was conceived. “He was twenty-five and thought she was, too. They had dinner, a few too many drinks, and a good time. Thankfully, they exchanged numbers, because, a few weeks later, Mom had to tell him the news.
“Since they didn’t know each other, he wanted a paternity test, even though my mom knew for sure. He has always sent child support, and when I got old enough, I would visit for the holidays and summers because they are too far apart for regular visitation.”
“Seems like he holds a little more for her than a one night stand in the little time I had with him today. He respects your mom.” Hendrix raises an eyebrow at me.
I laugh. “Let’s say my mom is ‘stronger than most.’ Over the years, they maintained a friendship to openly talk about me. They didn’t get bitter until I wanted to stop visiting. I didn’t tell my mom what happened. I think they both felt I was trying to rebel or something. Either way, my mom backed me and my decisions. My dad felt like he was losing out, but step-monster Victoria didn’t want me there anyway, so Dad didn’t fight too hard.”
Our food comes, and it’s a momentary distraction from all the talk of my parents’ history.
“I know this has all been overwhelming. Have you thought about your dad and the future?” Hendrix asks sincerely.
“Yeah, I spoke with the doctors today about his long-term care once he is stable. They have to get the strokes under control. He is partially paralyzed, and they aren’t sure he will regain any of it.” Sadness consumes me, and I put my fork down.
My dad is divorced from Victoria, so who will take care of him? Although I tried not to think about all of this when the doctor was discussing rehabilitation and long-term facilities, Detroit is a long way from his home here. My dad has the money to go into an upper-class home. I don’t know how often I could visit, though.
“What do you want for your relationship with him?” Hendrix asks as he reaches out and squeezes my hand.
“I’m not sure, but I don’t want to be cut off from him anymore. I know that much.”
“We’ll take it one day at a time, then. Sort the shit as it happens.”
I smile at his confidence and try to eat a little more.
“While we’re here … do you believe Bryce; that he wasn’t in Detroit?”
“I believe him. I was feeling alone. I was feeling raw from everything. It was dark, I heard something, and I let my mind get the best of me.”
“All right, I got it. Next time you feel something like that, you come to me. Bottom line, I walk you to your car from now on.”
We leave the restaurant and make it to the hospital for the last ICU visitation of the day. After our visit, we then head back to the hotel room.
We both shower and get into pajamas. Hendrix is in low slung pants that make me want to lick the tattoos covering his abdomen. I’m in his old T-shirt that I have now claimed as my own.
Watching him climb into bed beside me, I feel the heat of my desire building. When Hendrix settles me against his side, my boobs feel heavy as the material rubs against them. Damn, Mother Nature.
Hendrix kisses the top of my head, and I can’t help leaning over to kiss him. What begins soft and sweet quickly escalates into a power exchange of passion. The more I give, the more he takes. The more he gives, the more I want.
I climb over him, entic
ing him as he swiftly removes my shirt, exposing my breasts to him. His hands come up to cup each round melon. The rough feel of his hands against my soft skin has me ready to beg him to suck them. He massages them gently as I pull away from our kiss. I then arch my back, pushing my boob to his face.
The sensations overwhelm me, my body is on fire, and oh, my goodness, my lady parts come to life as he licks and sucks and cups and ohhhhhhhh … right there. He gets me going.
He flips me to my back and lays over me after removing his pants. His erection rubs over me as he moves to straddle my waist. Cupping my boobs again, he lays his penis between them as he thrusts, pressing my breasts into him. Every touch, I feel more. The tingle builds as the friction of him sliding between my breasts has me wanting more.
I drop my chin to my chest and open my mouth for him. My tongue darts out to tease the head of his penis as his pre-cum drips off it. He picks up his pace, and I lay my hands over his to add to the weight rubbing my boobs. He tenses and goes off, shooting his cum across my chest and neck.
He pulls away to drop his head down to my sensitive nipples, sucking the right one while rolling his thumb over the left. I am so turned on having his cum run down my neck and from everything that is simply Hendrix Caldwell.
He pulls his mouth away then blows against my nipple, and I tremble under him as an orgasm shoots through me. I immediately start laughing, which means snorting, causing Hendrix to lift his head up to look at me.
“You’re not supposed to be laughing, Livi.”
“Hendrix,” I giggle. “I just, umm … I just, you know. We didn’t even … and … you know.” I start laughing again.
Hendrix simply smiles at me. “Let’s clean you up, Livi. Fuckin’ crazy.”
He gets up and leads me to the bathroom for me to shower again. When I come out, Hendrix has moved us to the other, clean bed in our hotel room and is waiting for me to join him. I climb in without hesitation.
Thoroughly satisfied yet unable to sleep, I decide to ask Hendrix about his parents.
“Your mom, you say she has a good heart. So, you’re close with her? I know you’re close with your brothers, but I’ve never seen her around.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Hendrix
“We can talk about that later. Get some sleep, so we can get to the hospital early.”
“I’m not tired, and all I’ve done is talk about me. I want to know you better.” She lays her head on my chest and starts tracing ink.
“She passed away over a year ago.”
“What?” She springs up in the bed and takes my hand. “When?”
“January twenty-fourth, but I really don’t want to talk about it.”
She looks at me sadly. “Okay.” Her hand drops from mine, and then she grabs my face. “I’m here for you, just like you are for me.”
She straddles me again and buries her face in my neck as her fingernails massage my scalp. I feel relaxed immediately.
“Cancer. Started with HPV,” I finally whisper, opening up to her.
“Cancer sucks,” she whispers back.
“Died at the hospital you work at.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I hadn’t been back until I went to see you.”
“That must have been hard,” she says soothingly.
“No, I knew what I was going for. Didn’t have to get off on the second floor.”
“For me.”
“She’d love you, Livi.”
“I’d love her.”
I feel tears on my skin and pull her to me a little tighter. “She’d be damn proud that I found someone like you.”
“What was her name?”
“Janis.” I smile.
“Like Janis Joplin?” She looks up, lays her hand on my chest, and rests her chin on it.
“Yeah, babe.” I push her hair out of her eyes and look at her.
“She kept the musical theme going.”
“Sure did. Music was her thing.”
She smiles and nods.
“She sang like a raspy, little bird.”
“And your dad?”
“He’s a drunk who banged her while she was working for him, got her knocked up, moved her in, cheated on her, started pushing her around, then pushed us around, and then he fucked around on her some more. That ended up being what killed her—his dirty ass dick.”
She doesn’t say anything, but I know she is seeing a theme here.
“I would never do that to you.”
She nods then shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “I can’t imagine someone hurting you. I wasn’t thinking about you and me, but wow. Wow, Hendrix, is that why you were so…?”
“I never wanted to be like him, and it was a little familiar. Sins of the father, you know.”
She leans up and kisses me. “I can’t even sing.”
“Yeah, you can. I heard you in the bathtub.”
“Not very well.” She blushes.
“Sounded beautiful to me.” I run my hand up her back then fist her hair, pulling her into a kiss. “Mom used to sing that song all the time. If she wasn’t singing it, she was humming it. Her way of telling us she would always be here for us. I swear to God, she sent you to me.”
Her eyes pool immediately, and I can feel mine threatening to do the same. I hold her tight against me as we fall asleep, wrapped up in each other.
*.*.*.*
I wake up with her on me and morning wood. I know that period shit flows lighter in water. I also know this will be the last time I’ll be bare back until she is on the pill or some shit.
I sit up, holding her, and she wake ups. “Hendrix?”
“I’m fucking you in the shower.”
“Is that so?” She laughs and hangs on tight as I stalk to the bathroom.
“You have a problem with that?”
“I don’t suppose it would stop you if I did.” She laughs again, and I stop immediately.
“Babe, I’m not him. You don’t want—”
“I wasn’t thinking like that. I know who you are. You’re the man who has completely changed my life, the man who loves me, the man I love, and you can consider this the last time we have this conversation. I don’t ask for your thingy; you don’t ask for mine.”
“Communal property?”
She bites her bottom lip, smiles, and then nods.
“Thank fuck!”
I pull her shirt off and start stripping. I see her going for the toilet, so I give her some privacy while she takes care of whatever it is she needs to take care of.
“You want it hot, right?” I ask after I hear the toilet flush and turn around to see her butt-ass naked, staring at my cock.
She nods.
I grab my cock, giving it a few strokes. “Not this, babe, the water.”
“You are so dang, mmm…”
“Get my pussy over here, Livi. It’s been too damn long.”
After she walks up to me with a little sway in her hips and wraps her hands around my neck, I grab her ass and lift her up. I reach under her, grab my rod, and line us up as I walk into the shower.
“Hang on,” I say as I slam into her. Her back hits the wall, and she cries out. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” I kiss her neck.
“Hendrix,” she cries my name as I slam into her again.
“Too much?” I ask.
“Harder, do me har—oh, God,” she screams as I slam into her again.
Her teeth clamp onto my shoulder, her nails run down my back, and I fuck her harder.
“Yes,” she pants. “Oh, yes!”
“Fuck, Livi, hang on.” I can’t go soft with her. I have to go hard.
I give her everything I can physically, ‘cause she knows everything I try to hide. She takes it, ‘cause she has given me everything and has nothing to hide.
“I”—I stop and thrust hard upward, hitting her sweet spot—“love”—I pull out and ram in again—“you.”
Her body tenses as she holds her breathe.
“Whose
pussy is this?”
“Ours,” she cries as I thrust into her again.
“Mine,” I correct her.
“Yes … oh, yes,” she whimpers as I slam into her again.
“All. Fucking. Mine.”
“Always.” She wraps her arms around me and trembles as she comes.
“Fuck yes,” I say right before I pump my release into her.
She doesn’t let go as I drag my cock out of her. I shove my knee between her legs, and she leans against me. Then, I grab a washcloth and rub it up and down her back, washing her beautiful body.
*.*.*.*
While we spend the entire day at the hospital, I notice she is moving a little slower. I did that, and yes, it is sexy as fuck.
Between talking with doctors and nurses, making phone calls, and being more patient than a saint with her old man, she comes and sits on my lap.
“Tired?”
“Uh-huh.” She wraps her hands around my neck.
“Sore?”
She looks up at me and nods her head.
“I like that you’re still feeling me, Livi. I like it a lot.”
“I bet you do.” She nuzzles in again. “They’re gonna move him in a couple days.”
“I heard. You good with that?”
“I am. It’s a nice place. If everything goes well, he’ll be able to live unassisted. They’re hopeful.”
“If things don’t go perfect, Livi, we’ll figure it out together.” I grab her hand from behind my neck, link our fingers, and then kiss her knuckles. “Together.”
*.*.*.*
By the end of the week, we are back in Detroit, and as grateful as I am that my brothers stepped up, they left a fucking mess. Livi has the day off, yet she comes in with me even though I all but insist she stay home. Still, I love having this hot, little ass attached to me.
I try to act like it is no big thing, but she is all wide-eyed when she looks around.
“You okay?” she asks as she rubs my back.
“Yeah,” I lie.
“Let’s get this place cleaned up. I know it’s gotta be bugging you since it’s bugging me.”
“Go rest. You’re bleeding and shit. Gotta be tired.”
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