by Brisa Starr
Finally, I hear her car.
Moments later, she knocks on the door, and I holler for her to come in. She’s carrying her laptop like a tray with her to-go coffee and muffin balanced daringly on top. She looks around, trying to decide where to set up shop.
“Well, there isn’t anywhere to sit other than the bed,” I gesture over to it. There’s a table in here, but it’s covered in my work, and I’m sitting in the only chair.
“That works,” she says and crosses over to the bed, smiling. She puts her coffee and muffin on the nightstand, and fluffs up the pillows, making herself at home. I smile. Then, she hops on the bed and opens her laptop, using the other pillow as a lap table.
I turn back and attempt to work again, realizing that I can focus better, now that she’s back. An hour goes by, and she’s clicking away on her keyboard, when I hear her humming a familiar tune. I sneak a look at her, and she’s immersed in her work, humming away, and I hear her murmur the words to the song I was playing last night. She does listen to me at night. That was her outside the casita.
My heart tightens and then expands, and the words of the song flow through my mind. The reason I played them last night was because I was feeling them in my heart, and they helped me process my frustrating experience with her.
She sees me looking at her and realizes she was humming, and her eyes get big while a slight flush pinks her cheeks. She grabs her muffin and takes a too-big bite, shoving it in her mouth, and grins at me with her distorted muffin face.
I chuckle.
“Whbhrat?” she says, muffin crumbs flying out of her mouth. She laughs and more fly out. She covers her mouth quickly to capture any others daring to escape.
I’m captivated.
These fucking moments. These moments where I feel we’re living in a future reality and we’re together. I haven’t even claimed her, but I want to... it’s only a matter of time. She looks back down at her work and takes a sip of her coffee to assist in swallowing the huge bite of muffin. I shake my head at her, and mischief shapes her lips. I turn back around and do my own work.
The sun sets, and it seems we’ve both been productive with our work. Alyson checked on the animals a few times, and they’re fine in the main house. She brought snacks back with her last time, some deli meats and cheese.
Alyson gets up and stretches, and I turn to watch her pushing out her sexy tits. My cock notices them, too, and I turn back to my work before I pounce on her. She gets up to use the bathroom and gently traces the top of my tattoo with her finger as she goes by. A shiver grips my bones as she steps into the bathroom and closes the door. I exhale the breath I was holding.
Game over.
She’s mine.
A few minutes later, she comes out of the bathroom, and I turn around and look at her. “Tequila?” I ask, not taking my eyes off her as she sits on the edge of the bed. My bed.
She looks at the counter and sees the bottle of tequila my Auntie bought. “That looks like fancy shit. Your ‘top-shelf’ stuff?” she smirks.
“It’s the best fancy shit. Wanna taste it?”
Her breath hitches. “I’m not sure I’m worthy,” she says and looks up at me under her long black eyelashes.
I lean closer to her, inhaling. “You’re worth it, sweetheart.”
Her lips part, and then she grazes her teeth over her bottom lip. I almost kiss her, but I wait. I turn away and get two glasses to pour us each a shot. Just as I’m taking a sip from my glass, she throws her head back and slams hers.
She sees that I’d only sipped mine, and she blushes in horror, the shade of pink matching the pink in her dress. “Oh my god!” she says. “I wasn’t supposed to drink it that fast, was I? I should enjoy it or something, right?”
I chuckle again.
“You can drink it however you want. Wanna try again?”
She nods silently, not taking her eyes off me. I know how bold she is sober, so I can only imagine how she is with a little liquid courage coursing through her veins. I pour her another round and she sips – slowly – this time, and a look of appreciation washes across her face.
“Mmm. I can see why you like this.”
At that, I swig the rest of mine, and she laughs. I pour myself another. The siren calls me though, and I set down my glass and step toward her. Her smile fades and she looks serious, eyes wide with desire as they dart back and forth between my eyes and my mouth, and I take her glass from her hand and place it on the nightstand.
I lean over her and cup her face between my hands. My mouth meets hers, and she opens, welcoming me. I gently push her back on the bed and follow over her. She wraps her arms around me, ready and willing, like a sweet flower blooming. I want her so bad it hurts.
Her tongue probes my mouth, and I reward her efforts as mine locks with hers. We taste each other, figuring each other out, seeking answers to our yearning questions. Pleasure aches through my body. I deepen the kiss, and she responds in kind. One of my questions is answered – I decide she’s both spicy and sweet. The perfect combination.
She pushes me up off her, and I stand, looking down on her. She scooches off the bed and stands up in front of me, and I want to pull her to me, but she puts me at arm’s length and turns around. She reaches her arm up and over her shoulder and points to the zipper tab at the base of her neck. I’m happy to comply. I unzip her dress, glimpsing her pink bra and matching thong beneath. Fuck. I swallow hard. She lets me push the dress off her shoulders and it falls to the floor.
Her heart-shaped ass looks firm and tight. I want to spank it, bite it, taste it, and do things to her she probably doesn’t expect. She turns around and looks intently in my eyes, and I wonder if she knows my thoughts. How could she not?
She sits down on the bed and slides up on it, motioning me with her finger to follow her. I go to the window and close the shutters, darkening the room, and then I go to the nightstand and turn on the salt lamp, bathing the room in an orange, feather-soft glow.
I look at her beautiful, sexy, perfect body. Her stomach is tight and flat, her perky breasts bulge slightly from the top of her bra, begging to be released. I join her on the bed, and lie on top of her, careful not to put all of my weight on her. I lean down and kiss her, harder and more fiercely now. I need her. All of her.
My hands roam all over her body, squeezing her breasts, and her bra is pink liquid silk under my hands. I pinch her nipples through the material and she gasps. It’s music to my ears. I move my hand down between her legs and I feel her heat and desire for me. “Mmm,” I moan in appreciation.
I cup her sex, over her thong, and feel it’s soaked with want. I can’t take any more of this. I must taste her. I pull her thong down, and she shimmies her hips to slide out of it, flinging it across the room with her foot.
“Spread your legs for me,” I whisper. She complies eagerly, and I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and touch her slit. She’s dripping wet. For me. I knew she would be.
“You’re ready for me, sweetheart.” My cock is so hard for her, it hurts.
“I want you, Adron,” she moans and spreads her legs wider.
Hearing my name on her lips melts my soul, and my heart speeds up. I gently insert two fingers into her wetness. Then I sink them in deep, and she gasps with pleasure. I know her hot little body wants it. She grinds her hips under my hand, and I pull her bra down to suck a hard nipple. She whimpers and I bite it.
“Ahhhh, Adron,” she cries and encourages more, arching her tit up into my greedy mouth.
I keep sucking her taut nipple, licking it, and she moans, her hands pulling on my head to take more of her full breast in my mouth.
I move my head down to her stomach, licking and biting and kissing her all the way to her hot little triangle-shaped bush.
“I’ve been dying to taste your pussy for two weeks, sweetheart.” I lean back and look down to see her lips glisten, and I can’t wait to lick every drop of her. I lower my head to feast on her. I put my arms under her hip
s to lift her pelvis, and my tongue licks her slit up and down, tasting her spicy sweet juice, like honey dripping into my mouth. She moans, and I bring her more and more pleasure until I can’t get enough of her, and I shove my tongue deep into her, fucking her with it, in and out. She moans, bucks and grinds on my mouth, overwhelmed with desperation.
“Yes! Oh yes! Adron! I want to come, please, please don’t stop!” she whimpers and cries.
I want her to come on my mouth. I slide my tongue out and gently nibble on her clit, before flicking it in a blur with my tongue. I drive her senseless, shoving my fingers back into her tight pussy, licking her and sucking her. Her soft walls clench tight around my fingers, squeezing, begging.
“Yes, my sweetheart, come for me.”
My words are her undoing, and her body shivers and convulses as she comes on my mouth, and I lap up every drop of her, not letting any escape. I feel her warm thighs on my cheeks as she squeezes her legs around my neck and throws her arms up over her head, shudders of pleasure continuing to spasm through her body.
I’m enthralled and overwhelmed at the passion filling my chest, as I look at her after bringing her to climax. My god, she’s so beautiful.
A moment later, as her heart rate slows, her breathing settles, and she leans up on her elbows to look at me. “Your turn,” she says, and licks her lips.
“Oh, no. Not yet, sweetheart. You’re not done,” I command, and I straighten her legs, leaving me just enough room to fit between them. I grip her hips firmly with my hands.
“Tighten your leg muscles, you’re going to come again.”
Curiosity fills her eyes, and she lies back and does as I say. I lean down over her sweet pussy and, once I feel her legs clench beneath me, I flick her clit wildly with my tongue. It only takes a few seconds.
“Oh my god, Adron, I’m coming again! Shit! Holy shit — Whoa…” and her words are cut off mid-sentence by a tidal wave of orgasm that radiates outward from her pussy, to her thighs and chest, terminating in her hands, which grip desperately into the bed spread beneath her.
Her tense body, stiff as a beam, finally relaxes and she melts, once again soft and womanly beneath me.
“Holy shit!” she pants. “I did not expect that.”
I lift my head up and give her a second to recover, before commanding, “Again.”
“Wha…?” she says, then reflexively tightens her legs again, and I lean my head back down and suck on her clit until she comes a third time.
“Ooooohhh fuuuuck! That’s three!” she screams, her breath shaky.
A grumble escapes my throat as I laugh, “I can count, sweetheart.”
She tries to pull her legs out from under me, muscles aching from the exertion, but I hold her down. “You’re going to give me another one.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she pants.
“Yes, you can. Tighten your legs,” I demand, and she complies.
I kiss her clit, biting it, licking it and sucking it once more, and this one takes just a bit longer, but when it comes, it’s a doozy. She lets out a long, loud, breathful moan, almost mournful in its catharsis, as though she’s been holding onto something deep inside for years, just waiting for the right man to release it from her. Her entire body shivers with one final fit of spasm and her legs tremble beneath me.
“Adron, yessssss! Oh my fuck, yes. You did it. Oh my god, I didn’t think I could, but you did it,” she cries softly, a slow disbelieving shake of her head. Her eyes are closed, and she licks her lips before exhaling loudly, with an expression bordering on giddiness, like she’s about to laugh, or even cry.
I release her legs, satisfied at my job.
I stand up and she opens her eyes, drooping heavily from four earth-shattering orgasms. She swallows hard and looks at me.
“I’ve never, I mean… Whoa.” She’s too spent to talk. I don’t really want to know about her past sexual experiences – the mere thought of her with another man makes me rage with jealousy – but I gather that what just happened is rare, if not a record.
She looks at me, though, consuming me with her velvet dark eyes, and the fire ignites in them again, melting me, as she realizes she’s about to have her piece of me.
She sits up and gets on all fours as she crawls over to me, which just about makes me blow my wad just watching her. She turns to sit on the edge of the bed and dangles her legs off it. She reaches out and hooks her fingers in the belt loops on my shorts and pulls me toward her. She unbuttons my shorts and pushes them down, and I step out of them.
She licks under my waistband before slowly pulling my boxer-briefs down – stopping just before the reveal, for dramatic effect – then BAM, fully liberating my raging hard cock, and gazing upon it for the first time. Her eyes widen in appreciation, and she swallows audibly. The sound of blood rushes in my ears. I want her so bad. I’ve been thinking about this moment since I first laid eyes on her.
She looks up at me. “Your face isn’t the only beautiful thing you’ve got going,” she says with a sexy, smoky tone. She swallows and says, while looking back at my cock in her hands, ‘You’re exceptionally large, too. It’s a little intimidating.” But before I can respond, she leans down and starts licking my hard shaft from base to tip. Then, she grips my cock and licks around my crown and a drop of pre-come emerges from the tip. She licks it gently before opening her jaw and taking me deep inside her warm mouth, smothering my cock with wet love.
“God, sweetheart, yes. Oh, that feels so good.” I exhale deeply. “Alyson, I want to fuck your sweet mouth.” I put my hands on her shoulders, drawing her head closer so that her mouth takes more of me. She strokes and sucks my cock, faster, harder, and I look down, seeing her head bob back and forth on my cock, eyes shut, loving it like her mouth was made for it, worshiping me as I stand above her. It’s a beautiful sight, and I’m on the edge. I can’t wait any longer.
“Alyson, yes, I’m gonna come, yes, sweetheart, suck my cock, don’t stop… don’t stop!”
She sucks harder, mouth and hands working in perfect sync, trying to milk it out of me, eager to drink from me.
“Ohhhhh! Alyson! Fuck! Yes!”
I come like a beast, shooting my hot, white liquid to the back of her throat, and she greedily drinks me, swallowing it all, licking every last drop off my cock. My legs are weak, and spasms are making my calves cramp. Fuck, she’s good.
She sits back, a satisfied vixen, and flops back on the bed. A single drop of cum remains on her lower lip, and just as it’s about to run down her chin, she wipes it up with her index finger, looks at it, then looks me in the eye as she puts her finger in her mouth and sucks her finger clean. A delightful smile spreads across her face, and she licks her lips. “You’re delicious,” she says, her words soaking with sexy darkness.
“So are you,” I say and collapse next to her on the bed. I extend my arm, and she snuggles into the crook of my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her, stroking her silky, soft brown hair. In less than a minute, she’s breathing heavily, sleeping, and my soul unwinds. I reach over with my free hand to click off the orange, glowing salt lamp, and the room goes black.
After a few minutes of enjoying instant replays in my mind, I know in my heart this can’t stop. I want more of her. I must convince her to open up her heart and take a chance on us. And... I have to tell her about the inheritance. A cold wave passes over me at the thought of telling her.
I sigh. I’ll think about that later. I’m not going to ruin these sweet afterglow moments worrying about that. I turn toward her and kiss her forehead. Her skin is satin-smooth and soft, and my lips linger there an extra heartbeat.
I watch her sleeping, mesmerized by her, falling for her.
The air-conditioning in the casita kicks on, and I remember that I need to inform Auntie about the main house’s air-conditioning. I lift my wrist to check the time, and it’s not too late, so I text her.
Me: Hi. Wanted to let you know the AC isn’t working in the main house. I called a repair
man, he’ll be here tomorrow to fix it.
Auntie: Oh, dear, that’s got to be awful. Is it unbearably hot? How’s Alyson?
Me: Alyson is here in the casita with me. The animals are fine in the house, sleeping in front of fans on the cool tile.
Auntie: Oh really? Interesting. Well, I’m glad to hear that EVERYONE is OK. ;)
Me: Haha
Auntie: If you didn’t know, I heard from Alyson that her birthday is coming up in a couple weeks. Thought you might want to know.
Me: Thanks, I had no idea.
Auntie: Have you told her?
Me: No. It’s too soon.
Auntie: Well, too soon is always better than too late.
Me: Yeah, I know. Alright, I’m turning in. I won’t be able to work on music tonight with Alyson sleeping here, so I’ll just try my best to sleep myself.
Auntie: OK, love you.
Me: Love you too.
11
Alyson
I wake up the next morning and immediately know I’m not in the main house. I open my eyes and look across the casita and see Adron. His sexy ass and spider-tattooed back are facing me. A feverish chill runs through me at how attracted I am to him. All of him, even the secret shadows he carries deep inside.
He’s making us that bitter tar he drinks… espresso. I put my arms up and over my head to stretch, the sheet falling to my waist, putting my naked breasts on display. He looks over his shoulder at me and does a double-take. A smile curls on his lips, and his eyes sparkle with delight as he carries two espressos back to the bed. I look in mine and see it’s filled almost to the rim with cream. My heart goes pitter-patter.
