by ChaShiree M.
The entire ride to the restaurant is quiet yet filled with tension. I don’t know about him, but I am dying on the inside. My body is shaking, quivering if you will. Silently begging him to take me and make me his. Of course, this is nothing I will ever say out loud, but fuck if it isn’t flowing through my blood stream. Luckily the restaurant is not busy, and we get seated right away. I need to sit and hide the way my thighs are squeezed together trying to subdue the ache.
“Ask me anything. Come on. I am an open book. What do you want to know?” His question pulls me out of my vision, my face heating up as I come to. “Ah. Interrupted a thought, did I? Care to share?” he asks his eyes twinkling with the knowledge that I was thinking about him.
“Uhm...well…” I struggle trying to come up with something to ask him as my mind comes back to the present. “Ah. Did you always know you wanted to be a detective?”
“Always. I can never remember wanting to be anything else.”
“That’s awesome. You want to get married? Have kids?” As soon as the questions leave my mouth, I want to take them back. Too personal and to be honest, I don’t know that my heart could take the answer either way.
“I always have.” Is all he says but his eyes don’t leave mine and I find myself wishing for something I said I had given up on. This is harder than I thought.
6
Pedro
She is so fucking gorgeous sitting across from me trying not blush. Little does she know, her cheeks have been red since the moment I walked into her bedroom, letting me know she isn’t as immune to me as she likes to pretend to be. “My turn to ask you some questions. Yes?” I give her the chance to decline. She moves her hair behind her ear and nods to me. “Excellent. I say we get the hard stuff out of the way first. I would like to know what has caused you so much hurt, that you don’t see yourself the way I and everyone else does?” I know this question has shook her because her head drops a moment before she straightens her shoulders and looks back at me.
“I guess it would start with my parents. They had a very volatile relationship. All they did while my sister and I were growing up is fight, drink and drugs. Then one day, when I was still pretty small, my dad left. My mom, instead of picking herself and us back up, she drank herself into oblivion. If it weren’t for Ray, I don’t know where I would be. She worked a bunch of after school jobs, took me with her, made sure I was safe until she graduated high school and moved me in with her. She is my one constant. Our parents never hugged us, kissed us, showed us any affection. Hell, I don’t even know why they had us.” My body goes on alert listening to her talk about her childhood. My mind begins to look throughout the choices I have for how to avenge this amazing woman who has stolen my heart.
“Relationships? Hobbies? Likes? Dislikes?” I really just want her to open up to me. I need her to start trusting me.
“Well, I am a teacher, as you know. Always wanted to be one. I love teenagers. Watching as they become young adults and learn what they want out of life, knowing I had a hand in it, makes me feel good.” The warmth and love that crosses her face just adds to the many reasons I am finding that she is perfect for me. “As far as hobbies, I don’t actually have any of those. However, I am an investor in a Tattoo Shop called the Tattooed Vixen in Savannah. One of my best friends owns it. I am actually going there next weekend to get my first tattoo.” My cock shot straight up hearing her talk about getting a tat.
“That’s awesome baby. I would love to go with you, if you are ok with that?” Not that she actually has a choice, but hey, I can be a gentleman.
“That would be nice.” Fucking blushing.
“Awesome. So, what about boyfriends?”
“I have had one boyfriend. We were together for two years. At the end, he basically told me that the only reason he was with me was because I was fat, and he figured I would be easy due to being thankful that someone wanted me. Once he realized I wasn’t going to give him my virginity, he had no use for me anymore.” She shrugs as she says the last part like she agrees. Me, all I can see is red. I am picturing a firing squad with her parents and this dipshit lined up along the wall and me ending all of them.
“First of all, I am more than happy I am going to be the one to pop that cherry, baby. Once again, a sign that you are meant to be mine. Second, that limp dick bastard didn't deserve you then and no one on this Earth other than me is good enough for you now. Third, you are more beautiful than anyone I have ever met in my life, tulip. All I am asking is for the chance to show you I mean it. Can we start over?” She smiles as the tear falls from her face. My jaw clenches harder as I contain myself. She nods and wipes her face. “Good girl. Now let’s finish dinner.” We continue to eat, silence the only thing louder than the sound of the music playing in the background. However, I am a firm believer that sometimes silence says more.
The ride home is equally as silent, but it is also filled with promise and that is what I am choosing to focus on. We pull up to the house and I immediately note that Mark’s car in the driveway. Opening the passenger side door, we walk up to her front door. She looks behind her to see if I am still here. “Not going anywhere baby. At least not the way you are thinking.” I say rubbing her back. She unlocks the door and we walk in the living room to Mark and Lily making out on the couch. I clear my throat and they both jump.
“Shit. We didn’t expect you back so soon.” Mark says as he straightens his shirt.
“Obviously.” I mumble shutting the door behind us.
“So, this is movie watching?” Vanessa says with a giggle, shaking her head.
“It was.” Lily responds hiding her head in her hands.
“I am very sorry, Vanessa. I never want to disrespect you. I know how much trust you put into me allowing me to spend time with Lily. Please know I would never ...” I cough trying to hide my chuckle of him panicking thinking she is going to somehow ban him from the young woman who has taken his heart.
“Mark, relax. I believe you. I get it. As long as Lily is not feeling pressured and you don’t do anything else before she turns eighteen, I am ok.” She turns toward me, leans up and kisses my cheek. Thank you for the pizza, Pedro.” I turn my head, so our mouths meet and just like I remember, kissing her is everything. Pulling her to me, forgetting there are two other people in the room, we both become engrossed in how good this feels. Her arms wrap around my neck and everything feels complete. My tongue invades her mouth, asking her to dance. She responds choosing to tango with me. Fuck it feels so good having her in my arms.
“Looks like we are not the only ones who get carried away.” Marks says. Asshole. Biting her lip, I loosen my grip and suck her tongue back into my mouth, letting her moan soak into me, before kissing her once more and releasing her.
“I have to go down to the station baby and check on a couple of things. I will call you as soon as I get to my office to tell you good night. Ok?”
“Ok.” She whispers her lips swollen and sexy as fuck.
I walk back to the door and open it. I see Mark kissing Lily goodbye and then we are both out the door.
“Did you get some news?” he asks me.
“Yes. I have to go confirm it before I tell you. Keep your phone on.”
“It’s never off. Not with Lily not in my eyesight every second of every day.”
“I hear that.” I get in my car and drive off. Finally feels like things are moving along.
7
Vanessa
Lily and I spend the rest of the night gushing over these men that somehow came into our lives. Well to be honest she was gushing. I was more like, confused and unsure but secretly gushing. I mean, how could I not be? He was wonderful tonight. Even after telling him my childhood. I could see the anger in his face as he listened to my sorrows. I could feel the hurt he felt for me, as well as the vengeance he wanted to seek in my honor. Is it bad that it made me incredibly horny and my pussy began to get wet? I have so many mixed emotions going on inside of me that I go upstairs for b
ed early. In the shower, I find my hands moving over my body as I wash up, but it feels different. Normally, I wash up, and get out. Not tonight. Tonight, my eyes are closed, my head is thrown back and my body is alive and alert. It is tingling with all the feelings I have had since the moment I met him and am just now allowing myself to feel.
As the sponge goes over my chest, the shower gel running down stomach, I graze it over my nipples and have to hiss as the electricity runs through my tits and down to the clit, engorged and seeking relief. Who am I to deny it? I can feel my pussy leaping for joy as it realizes the neglect it has been feelings for the past two years is about to be over. Slowly and with complete deliberation I slide my hands down my stomach, to the juncture between my legs and graze my fingers through the lips of my pussy. My body immediately jerks as my stomach sucks in everything becomes blurry. I am more than a little shocked at how quick this is coming upon me. Not at all ready for my body to release so fast. “Oh God.” I say out loud, silly in the hope somehow in his subconscious he can hear me calling for him. In and out my breath goes, trying to catch up to the surprise elevation. I find myself slumped against the wall for a few minutes before finishing up and getting out.
Drying my body, I find myself moaning as my towel goes over my tits, my already sensitive nipples, that are hard and begging to be put into someone’s mouth. Dropping my towel on the floor beside my bed, lay in the bed with my legs open as I explore the part of my body that I have neglected since I thought she was unworthy. It’s like every part of my body is alive right now. From the tips of my fingers to the top of my toes. I continue to tug on my tits, as my other hand goes to my pussy to reacquaint itself. I am just about to put my finger in it when my phone rings and jolts me out of my reverie. I am so out of it; I don’t bother looking at the caller ID. “Hello.” I say out of breath and a bit whiny.
“Vanessa?” Pedro says his voice a mix between confused and I am not sure what. My eyes get big as I realize the man I was just about to picture is now on the phone. I should probably feel ashamed or something, but I find myself feeling a bit exuberated.
“Yes.” I answer, not bothering with hiding the tone of my voice.
“Why do you sound like you… were you just touching my pussy baby?” Oh fuck. I didn’t think his voice could get deeper, but hell was I wrong. His voice drops more than an octave and I find myself panting. I hear him saying something to someone and then I hear what I think is a door closing. “Answer me, Tulip. Were you just touching my pussy?”
“Your pussy?” I ask him practically drooling. My legs opening wider as my eyes begin to close.
“It’s mine and you know it, baby. Just because I haven’t broken it in doesn’t make it any less mine. Touch it, Vanessa. Stick your fingers inside my pussy and tell me that it feels like.” Oh crap. Why does his bossy ass make me feel so good? Why does it turn me on that is telling me what to do? Despite those questions, I find myself doing just that. The minute my fingers touch my clit, I call out, the pleasure too much once again. “Oh no baby. You don’t get to stop. Keep touching it. Pinch that fat clit.” I do as he says, closing my mind off to anything else. Lightning bolts go through me. My eyes flicker as electricity turns everything on. “Stick your fingers in there and tell me how it feels. Stick two of them in there, tulip. Is it tight?”
“Yes!” I shout because it is true. My pussy feels so full right now, with my two fingers inside of it. It hurts but I feel so good.
“You feel that, love? Your fingers aren’t even close to the size of the snake in my pants. I am going to destroy you baby. But fuck if I am not going to love putting you back together.”
“Yes, Pedro. I want that.” I can no longer hold in my desires, my need for him too great.
“It’s about damn time, baby. Good girl. Now come open the door for me so I can give you everything you need.” Wait. What?
“What?” I say, unsure I heard him right.
“I am at the door. You have twenty seconds to come open it before I break it down.” Oh my gosh. I almost don’t know what to do, but I also believe he would break down the door. I get off the bed really quick, grab my robe, and run down the stairs. It isn’t until I open the door that I remember I didn’t tie the robe closed. “Fuck, Tulip. Give a man a minute before you try to bring me to my knees.” His hands touch my naked body, bringing me closer to him. His fingers digging into the rolls on my side. That is all it takes to bring me back from the fantasy. I reach for the ties of the robe to close it as I try to remove myself from his grasp, but he doesn't release me. “Don’t do that, Vanessa. Don’t treat me like these fucking morons out here that wouldn’t know a Queen if they met one with a crown on. Does a man like me look like I can do anything with a stick chick?” I drop my head not answering him. Apparently, this is the wrong thing to do. “Look at me, Tulip.” When my head doesn’t come up quick enough, he twists my nipple around causing me to scream and smack him.
“You fucking asshole. That hurt.” I tell him hitting his chest over and over.
“I’m sure it did, but not as much as you treating me like everyone else. I have done nothing to deserve that and I refuse to let you do that to me.” He turns us so I am against the wall. I watch as he opens my robe back up, sending my cheeks up in flames. Before I can do anything else, he has removed it from me and is on his knees. “Hmmm... smell that fucking candy store between your legs. Spread ‘em baby. I need a treat.” He doesn't give me a chance to do as he says, he simply lifts my legs up, putting them over his shoulder. His mouth connects with my weepy pussy and I can’t hold in the howling. The back of my head hits the wall as I moan and grab his head.
“Holy crap, Pedro. Feels so good.” I manage to spit out as I try to maintain my breath. His tongue goes around and around my clit, in and out of my hole that is begging him to fuck me. The harder I pull his hair the faster the licks. I can’t help but rock into his face, silently trying to make him hit the spots I need.
“Son of a bitch. I knew you would be sweeter than syrup. Fuck! I wanted to take my time and go slow, but I need to shoot my life inside of you, baby. I need to tie you to me in every way possible. You ready?” I can’t even tell you what he said. My mind is so gone, I can’t begin to think right now. The only thing I know for sure, is that I have never felt this alive, desirable and needy. I nod my head, yes, willing to say yes to anything right now as long as he doesn't stop. “That’s not good enough, tulip. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes!!! Please, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me.” I beg over and over rubbing my pussy in his face. He takes one more lick and rises up. As he comes off the ground, unzips his pants not bothering to drop them and pulls my thighs around his waist.
“Once I take you baby, there is no going back. Do you understand?” I don’t hesitate. I need this feeling to continue. I need to feel him inside of me. All the fighting I was doing, trying to keep him away from me, it was all to stop the need for him I felt even when he wasn’t in front of me. From the moment we met, I felt this...connection. This… emotion I couldn’t quite put my hand on. Or maybe it’s that I didn’t want to. “Answer me Vanessa.” The authority and urgency in his voice prompting me to come back.
“Yes, I understand. I’m not going anywhere.” I answer back grabbing his face and kissing him. His tongue enters my mouth at the same time as his cock and I suck in my breath, trying not to scream.
“I’m sorry baby. It will stop soon. Damn your tight. This pussy was waiting for me. Wasn’t it?” I still haven’t released the breath I am holding. His cock is so long and thick, I literally feel like I could cough it up. His mouth latches on my nipples and everything begins to blur. His mouth, once again like an anecdote to what ails me. The pain begins to subside, and I find myself rocking back and forth, letting the fullness and the connection takeover. “You feel that?” He asks, pulling out and ramming back in.
“YES!!!” I shout, forgetting that Lily is in the house. I know I should tell him to take me to my room, but right no
w, I don’t give a fuck. “Pedro! Please. Please.” I find myself begging him bringing his mouth from my nipples back to my mouth. Our mouths sending a spark through me, confirming that he is who I have been waiting for. He rocks in and out of me faster and faster, his teeth leaving marks all over me.
“Christ, tulip. I wanted to take my time and love you the way you deserve. But hell, you feel too good. Come!!!” he pinches my clit and light flashes in my eyes as he growls out his release. I feel the warmth as it coats the inside of me, claiming my future. Is that crazy? “Ahh... I love you, baby. I fucking love you!!!” he shouts out as his hands hit the wall. Holding on to his neck, I whisper in his ear, “I love you too.” He grabs my head and kisses me again.
After some time, we walk up the stairs and though I know I should bathe, all I want to do is sleep. When he lays me down on the bed, I nod off almost instantly, but not before rubbing my stomach, hoping that everything is as my heart is wishing.
8
Pedro
Two Weeks Later
“Are you going to show it to me or not?” I ask tulip standing off to the side with my arms crossed across the room. I am trying hard not to let her see the smirk on my face or the way my chest is moving up and down as my cock pushes against the zipper. We are here at the Tattooed Vixen for her first tattoo appointment though I told her to cancel it a couple of days ago. I was all for her getting her first tattoo. However, considering how much we have been on top, behind and underneath one another, I am more than positive she is pregnant, though she loves telling me every time I bring it up that there is no way she can know. My answer is always that I don’t give no shit. Her and my kid that is in her belly will always have my protection. This of course leads to more sex and more of my seed squirting inside of her. Hell, at this rate, she might be carrying multiples. Shaking my head, I move toward her and Felicity as they giggle and they both quiet up. “Care to share?” I ask them both wrapping my arms around her waist.
