I would have to talk to her about that. There were few things I required, at the top of the list was; no creeping out of bed without chomping down the morning wood. Major no-no.
I glanced down at my dick. Poor guy. I wrapped my hand around the length, giving it a slow pull as I pictured Kitten’s mouth wrapped around it, her eyes peering up at me from the rim of her glasses.
She didn’t wear them last night but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. I barely looked at anything but her tits and her pussy. That fucking pussy was sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted. I could eat her twenty-four seven and never crave anything else. It wasn’t such a bad idea, living off Kitten’s pussy, at least I know I’d die happy.
My dick was harder than steel, all this talk about Lauren’s pussy and I was sitting here with my hand wrapped around my cock. Fuck that, I climbed out of bed to find me some of the real thing. I didn’t bother with clothes as I took my fine ass into the living room, spotting Lauren in the kitchen with her back toward me.
My plan was to sneak up on her, press myself up against her before I picked her up and laid her out on top of the counter. They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and eating Lauren would be the breakfast of champions.
She turned around, holding a mug in her hands and nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw me.
“You scared me!” She cried, as she set the coffee mug on the counter and stared at me. “You’re naked,” she accused.
“Yeah and you’re not,” I said, drawing my eyebrows together. “Why is that?” I’m pretty sure my lip curled as I locked eyes with the cock blocking pajama pants and t-shirt she was wearing.
“I…well…I figured,” she stammered, nervously pushing her glasses further onto the bridge of her nose as I started for her.
“You figured…” I coaxed, closing the distance between us as I pressed my dick against her thigh and took hold of her hips.
“I figured it’d be like last time,” she whispered, lifting her eyes to mine, challenging me to deny her words.
I lifted her up, turning around and placing her on the counter. I had no idea what she was talking about and rather than trying to figure it out I decided to have breakfast. She gasped at first as I pulled off her pajamas with my teeth and then she laughed. I loved Kitten’s laugh.
“Riggs, wait!” She protested, as she wrapped her legs around my waist and I buried my face between her tits. I teased one perfect nipple before wreaking havoc on the other one.
How the fuck did I get so lucky?
She giggled again as I worked my mouth down her stomach, pausing for a second, realizing that my kid was inside of her, just hanging out while Kitten took care of him.
So, fucking lucky.
“Riggs, seriously, hang on a minute,” she said as she cupped my face and tilted my head back so I was looking at her. “What are we doing?”
“Right now? You’re stopping me from making you come,” I pointed out, licking my lips for extra emphasis.
“I mean besides that.”
“Kitten, you’re losing me,” I groaned, trying to rub myself against something…anything.
“You’re not going to ignore me and pretend like I don’t exist again?” she blurted the question, forcing me to give up on humping her leg and stare at her as if she had lost her marbles.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she warned. “Last time, you completely blew me off, and that’s fine, you’re not into repeats, okay, but that was before there was Pea,” she explained.
Repeats.
No, I rarely did them.
And after the last time, I pulled away and turned my back on her because I wasn’t a man who stuck with one woman. I wasn’t the boyfriend type and wasn’t ready for an old lady. I wasn’t about that life.
But here we are.
And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
No other girl I want.
I still wasn’t about that life but a part of me wanted to be.
For Kitten.
For Pea.
I might not have my shit together, fuck, if I’m being honest my life resembles a fifteen-year-old kid who knocked up his high school sweetheart and just got jumped by a pack of thugs—but I wasn’t going anywhere.
I owned my adolescent situation.
I owned Lauren.
And I owned Pea.
“Give me back my pants,” she demanded.
“What do you want? You want me to go carve our names into a tree? Because I’m not about that—where I come from I give you my colors, you become my old lady and I’m not ready for that yet. To be fair, I don’t think you are either but I’m here, and I’ll keep being here because I want to be, because I want to see where this goes, and not just because of Pea but because of you. So, fuck labels, that’s a bunch of bullshit anyway, let’s just be who we are,” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and leaning into her. “Be my Kitten and I’ll keep being your Tiger,” I rasped.
“You ever call me an old lady I might kick you in the balls,” she said, as she brought her hands to my face. “I really want to be your Kitten,” she whispered.
“So then let me show you how much of a Tiger I can be,” I growled, my lips curving as she threw her head back and laughed.
That laugh.
God, I was fucked.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and hopped off the counter before standing on her tip toes. Her nose nuzzled my ear as her hands slid down my back and cupped my ass.
“Let’s go Tiger, make me purr,” she whispered against my ear, slapping my ass before she took my hand and pulled me toward the couch.
I watched as she spun around, her smile contagious as she worked her t-shirt over her head, throwing it onto the floor before she pushed me down onto the couch. I loved that she was so confident, that she took charge and showed me what she wanted.
She straddled me, rubbing herself against my cock as she held onto my shoulders.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
I was all about pleasing her so I leaned in to close my mouth over hers, but the tease she was, pulled back. I went at her again, but again she moved that mischievous smile away from me. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to me, crashing my mouth over hers, capturing her, claiming her. I fucked her mouth, mimicking the way I’d fuck her pussy, promising my cock would give it to her the way my tongue did.
She moaned into my mouth as I reached between us and pressed my thumb against her clit. My fingers itched to tease that cunt of hers, to dip them into that pussy and pull them back, to suck her juice from my fingers and get drunk on her taste alone.
It used to be tequila that made my head spin, now it was Lauren.
“Riggs,” she panted. I don’t know if my name on her lips sounded like a prayer she wished for or the answer to all of mine.
“Yeah, baby,” I said, taking her lower lip between my teeth. “Tell me what you want,” I growled.
“I want to feel you, all of you…everywhere…now,” she cried, pulling away and raising herself so she was lined up with my cock. I gripped her hips and arched my back, slamming her down onto my cock, rough and hard.
I kept one hand steady on her hip easing her up and down on my cock as she cupped her tits, her thumbs working her rigid nipples.
Thatta’ girl, work those tits.
Get those nipples like rocks, give me something to suck on, something to bite.
“I’m going to come,” she whimpered, as she quickened her pace, rotating her hips before she lifted herself off my cock. “Not yet,” she panted. “Not fucking yet,” she crawled off my lap, onto the floor and grabbed my cock with her hand as she peered up at me from the fringe of her lashes.
Sexiest fucking woman I ever had.
I ran my fingers through her hair as she took me deep into her mouth.
Holy fucking shit.
“You like the way you taste, don’t you?” I growled, as she sucked the head of my cock, her tongue twirling
around it, licking off the moisture covering it from being deep inside of her. Her hands moved to cup my balls as she pulled me from her mouth, her tongue taking a long sweep along the length of my dick. She wrapped her other hand around my shaft, lifting it so her mouth could replace the hand that cupped my balls and she took one sac into her mouth.
Every thought vanished from my head as I thrust my dick into her hand.
Talk about owning shit. Lauren owned me right then and there. She didn’t even realize how she claimed me, ruining me for any other woman with that mouth of hers. That perfect fucking mouth.
Kitten gave good head.
Phenomenal head.
I take it back.
I’ll go carve our names in every fucking tree in Central Park.
Right after I come in her mouth.
“Shit, Kitten, I’m going to come,” I barked, as she jerked my cock one last time before dropping it. I think I whimpered, maybe I sobbed, but I didn’t come.
She licked her lips, shaking her head as she stood up.
“Not yet, Tiger, not until you bend me over and fuck me from behind,” she ordered. “Now where’s it gonna be big boy? Over the couch or on the floor?” she panted.
Kitten was going to kill me.
But it definitely wasn’t a bad way to go.
“On the floor,” I hissed, moving off the couch on wobbly legs. My dick throbbing. I worried if I didn’t get the fuck inside her I was going to combust. She laid down on the floor, rolling over onto her stomach and glanced over her shoulder.
“I’m waiting,” she reminded me, lifting her hips and spreading her legs just enough so I could see her pink, swollen flesh beckoning. I got down on my knees, sinking my teeth into one cheek of that perfect ass perched high in the air.
She yelped.
“It’s time I call the shots, Kitten,” I ground out, slapping her ass and bending my head to allow my tongue one lap along her pussy. I should tease her, make her beg for it but I’d just be torturing myself. I took my time though, appreciating the view and ran my hands over the slope of her back. She glanced over her shoulder at me as I leaned over and took a fistful of her hair.
“Gonna fuck you hard, think you can handle it?” I asked, pressing my mouth to the back of her neck.
“Try me,” she replied.
Dead.
But this was the sweetest Heaven I’d ever know.
She lifted her hips, urging me to enter, and that broke my resolve.
It was on. I knew it and she knew it too.
She laid her palms flat against the floor, bracing herself as I drove my cock deep inside her tight heat. I lost control, forgot about everything. All that mattered was filling her over and over again. She panted, she cried, and swore on everything holy and me? I fucked her like my life depended on it.
I was wild and reckless as I pounded her, slapping her ass and pulling her hair. It was rough, and I made no apologies about it. But Kitten didn’t need apologies, she needed more, more of my cock, more of my vulgar mouth that whispered how sweet her cunt was, more of me. She took everything I gave her and begged for more. When she screamed out my name and thanked God, I knew I had met my match.
I don’t even know what I shouted as I came and couldn’t even be sure it was English. My orgasm raged on, and Kitten’s perfect cunt milked every last drop of come I had. If she wasn’t pregnant already, she would’ve been after this, because that was the mother-load of loads.
I chuckled.
Mother-load of loads.
“Riggs!”
“Shit, sorry,” I said, still laughing. I forgot about the no laughing while fucking rule but I was pretty sure if she knew what I was laughing about she’d laugh too.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to her sweaty shoulder.
“You okay?”
She looked over her shoulder at me.
“That was good, Tiger…real fucking good,” she said, still a little breathless.
“I love it when you talk dirty,” I replied, giving her a quick kiss on that filthy mouth.
“I know you do,” she said, winking at me. “Keep fucking me like that and I’ll give you all the dirty talk you want,” she promised.
I grinned, taking her mouth again and wondered how I ever got so lucky.
Chapter Twenty-Five
I’m learning that sometimes life ends up differently than you expected, that I don’t always need a plan, and sometimes I have to let go and see what happens. It’s a pretty amazing journey, letting go of the things you thought you wanted and enjoying all the surprises life has to offer you.
In other words—I’m learning to like detours.
And Riggs? He’s the best detour of all. I think I might be addicted to his dick. Is it possible to have a penis addiction? Hi, my name is Lauren, and I’m addicted to Riggs’ cock. Don’t sign me up for Dicks Anonymous, I most definitely will not go.
I’m perfectly content.
That thought alone should scare the shit out of me but it doesn’t. Riggs is teaching me to roll with the punches, to ride the wave, and that’s pretty fucking awesome, considering the only waves I’ve ever ridden are the ones in Mexico.
In all seriousness, it’s not just his cock, it’s everything. Riggs is everything I never knew I wanted.
And that’s a hard thing for a girl like me to swallow because I usually know how to keep my feelings intact. I’m someone who likes to be one step ahead of the game, a girl who likes to know what will happen, before it even does, never allowing myself to get hurt.
Break my heart?
Give someone that kind of power over me?
Absolutely not.
Yet here we were, Kitten and Tiger, and no other label could compare. I didn’t need him to carve our names into a tree because I had him. I had his word, his vow he wanted to see where we went, a promise he’d try.
It was enough for now.
It was everything.
He was pushing a wagon in a supermarket for Christ’s sake and he wasn’t even complaining, not one bit…and we were in the produce department too.
After we showered together this morning, he insisted we go shopping for a mattress. Riggs’ bike was out of commission and since I had sold my car, we were walking the streets of Brooklyn. We stopped first at Sleepy’s, where he insisted we roll around on every mattress they sold. Finally, he picked one perfect for us and it was being delivered the following day.
Afterward we walked along 86th Street when he turned and asked me to wait outside for a minute as he went into one of the many dollar stores that lined the busy street. I didn’t question him, I loved that Riggs was full of surprises, and waited outside while he delivered the most thoughtful gift I had ever been on the receiving end of. Five minutes later he emerged from the store, his grin firmly secured to his face as he waved a bag over his head.
My face hurt from smiling so much.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine before handing me the bag. I opened the bag and pulled out a pair of socks that had kittens all over them.
“You bought me socks?” I asked, looking back inside the bag to see it was full of all different kinds of funky socks. Some had kittens, some had superheroes; there was even a pair of Christmas socks in there.
“Make sure you wear them too,” he said, draping his arm over my shoulders. “Can’t have those feet of yours ice cold anymore, especially when you’re rubbing them on me in the middle of the night,” he added.
“You bought me socks,” I repeated.
“So?” he kissed the top of my head and dragged me into the supermarket.
They were only socks to Riggs, not a big gesture in his book, but in mine they were the sweetest gift anyone had ever given me. He was taking care of me without even trying.
And how did I repay him? By forcing him to eat fruits and vegetables. I looked down at the celery in my hand then back at Riggs who appeared bored as he stared at the apples in the wagon.
“What’s your favori
te thing to eat?” I asked, watching his head lift and his eyes snap toward mine. He grinned mischievously at me and I laughed out loud. “Not what I meant,” I said. “What’s your favorite meal?”
“One could argue that what I had for breakfast this morning was in fact a meal,” he pointed out.
“Food, Riggs. Tell me your favorite food,” I clarified.
He took a minute to think about it, then straightened his shoulders and smiled at me.
“Spaghetti and meatballs,” he said, smiling as he pushed the wagon.
Another surprise.
“Really? I took you more for a meat and potatoes kind of guy,” I said, a bit bewildered as I bit my cheek. It just so happened that I made the best meatballs and while I preferred them fried, I could definitely throw together a little marinara sauce. “I want to cook dinner for us tonight,” I blurted, throwing a couple of heads of garlic into the wagon.
I could feel him stare at me as I grabbed the basil and added it to the cart. When I lifted my eyes to his, I saw a slow grin work its way across his lips.
“You can cook?”
“Of course I can cook,” I replied, feeling my cheeks redden I nervously repositioned my glasses on my face and looked back at him. “It’s my God given right,” I offered.
“Because you’re a woman?”
“Because I’m Maria Bianci’s daughter,” I corrected. “I know she may not be your favorite person, but she can throw down in the kitchen,” I informed him, lacing my arm through his as we walked through the supermarket. “Stop smiling at me like that, you’re making me blush,” I ordered. He continued to push the cart and I noticed from the corner of my eye he was still smiling.
“I like it when you blush, Kitten, like it a whole lot,” he whispered.
I’m whipped.
And for lack of better words and all puns intended, I am one hundred percent pussy whipped.
The sickest thing of all was, I didn’t give a fuck.
Lauren was my dream girl, sweet when she wanted to be, ferocious when she needed to be, and fucking wild in the bedroom. Plus she could cook. She made my favorite for dinner, something someone had cooked for me a long time ago, before Bones’ mom passed.
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