Whiskey and Regret

by Danielle James

  “Dammit, what? Hmm?” I gripped my thick dick through my slacks and her stare dropped to my crotch. “That kiss wasn’t what you were expecting?”

  “No.” She swallowed hard and moved closer to me. Her hands slid against my chest, smoothing my shirt. “I need more of that.”

  “Then ask,” I gritted out. “Be a good girl and stop being such a fucking brat all the time.”

  “I am not a brat!” She squeaked.

  “You are.”

  “Whatever.”

  The back and forth with her was simultaneously turning me on and making me want to put her over my knee.

  “Ask for what you want or you won’t get anything,” I told her.

  “You seriously wouldn’t fuck me even after all that just because I won’t ask for it?” Her arms were folded defiantly. I didn’t care. I was down for the chase. I lived for the fucking chase. I hadn’t had a woman worthy of chasing in so long, Xari made me feel alive again.

  “I’ll beat my dick while you watch and you won’t get a damn thing. So ask.”

  Her cheeks flushed in response while she eyed my dick print. Hesitation lingered in her eyes then she said, “How do I know your dick is even worth it? What if it’s trash?” She skimmed her manicured nails along my jawline and left lightning lingering in her wake.

  “Trash?” I laughed at her assumption.

  “I’ve pretty much wanted to fuck you since I first met you, Evander but I haven’t for good reason. You look like you have darling dick and I need someone to fuck my brain loose. Not to romance me and call me darling.”

  Anger surged through my veins and mixed with the whiskey. It was either a bad combination or the perfect storm. I was over Xari’s bullshit assumptions of me. She needed to get to know me on a different level…and she was about to.

  I pressed her against the wall near the candles and wrapped my hand around her throat while I looked into her eyes. “Is that what the fuck you think about me?” Her head thudded against the wall as she stared at me with wide eyes. “You don’t know what kind of fucking savage I am in bed. You literally have no clue, so why the fuck would you assume?” My grip stiffened around her dainty throat and she raised her hands to my fingers, letting them rest lightly on mine.

  She didn’t want to pull my hand away but I saw the red washing over her face. It was such a pretty color. Her lips popped open, swollen, and plump from both our kiss and the way I was cutting off her air supply. Her tight body squirmed beneath me, brushing against my dick every time.

  “Speak, Xari.” I loosened my grip enough for her to gasp for air. Her brown eyes were wet and her chest heaved, sucking down oxygen. I thought she would slap me. Curse me out. Call me a bastard.

  Instead, she smiled.

  “I think…I was wrong,” she creaked out. Her voice was dry and hoarse.

  “You were what? I can’t hear you, Miss Lucas.” I nudged her thighs apart and pushed my hand under her short skirt to cup her pussy. I immediately brushed against something hard where her clit was. A sharp zing of electricity tore through me.

  She had a fucking clit ring.

  She was so goddamn hot.

  “I said I think,” she corrected. Sass peppered every word.

  “Oh, you were very fucking wrong and I want to make you sing it from this pretty little mouth.” I slid my thumb over her bottom lip, wiping it through the red lipstick.

  “It’s not only pretty. It’s really fucking nasty too.”

  “Good. I know something that will fit perfectly in that beautiful, nasty mouth.” I massaged her clit through her silky panties and her hips rolled in response. “I still need to hear you say you were wrong about me.”

  “I can’t. I don’t know for sure if I was wrong yet.” The flames around us seemed to jump to life along with my frustration and amusement.

  “Time to find out.” I was tired of talking to her. That’s all we did. We danced around each other with our words and we got so close to touching and kissing that my fingertips were blackened with soot from trying to catch her fire. “You on birth control?” I asked, spinning her around to face the wall.

  “Of course.”

  “Good girl.” I slapped her ass then hiked her black and white skirt up around her waist. I knew I would make time to play with Xari at my leisure but right now, my body couldn’t take too much more temptation. I needed to fuck the life out of her. I needed to soak myself with her.

  “Evander…” She tried to say something but I shut her up with my teeth on her neck.

  “You’re done talking, Xari. Right now, you’re going to be my dirty little slut.” I nipped at her earlobe, enough to draw a whine. I worked her wet panties down her legs and made her step out of them one foot at a time.

  “You know I’m not easy to control, right? I scratch and bite.”

  “You’ll fucking crawl and beg too.” I balled the fabric up in my palm and pressed it to her lips. “Open.” Xari pressed her lips together and grunted in protest. I used my free hand to grip the back of her neck until her mouth popped open with a gasp then I forced the panties inside. “Stop acting like you don’t want this. We both want this.” I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. The sexy way her ass wiggled against me let me know she wanted it too even though she was being stubborn.

  I liked a little fighting with my fucking sometimes.

  My dick sprang out of my pants, thick, heavy, and eager to get inside of her. I teased her sopping wet pussy with my fingers, groaning at the slickness.

  “You were so ready for this dick. Fucking tease.” I eased one finger inside then another. I wanted to stretch her with one more finger. I needed her ready for my cock and I knew it would take her some getting used to. Her tight cunt would only accept two fingers though. Stubborn. Just like her.

  “Mmm,” she moaned through the balled up panties in her mouth. My thumb sought out her pierced clit and when I found it, I throbbed with need. It was like finding a diamond in the dark. Her slick nub was swollen and rigid with a steel barbell running vertically under her hood. I felt it pulse beneath the tip of my thumb. With every purposeful stroke, it jumped along with her clit

  “Fuck. You’re so needy, aren’t you?” I pulled my hand away and licked the sweet honey from my fingers and thumb. She was sugar on my tongue. “Nod your head, Xari.” When she disobeyed, testing me, I lifted her leg, spreading her for me. I found her clit and squeezed it. A muffled moan leaked around the panties stuffed in her mouth and her hips bucked involuntarily. I had her in the palm of my hand.

  “Mmm-hmm,” she moaned then nodded.

  “Good girl. Now, I’m going to fuck you nice and hard like I’ve wanted to do since you walked into my office.” I guided the head of my dick between her thick pussy lips, pressing against her slippery hole.

  Xari’s hand banged against the wall, making the flames on the candles jump and flicker. “What’s wrong, Xari? You don’t want to let me in?” I pressed against her again and she let another moan filter through. Her wetness dripped from the tip of my cock and each time I pressed against her, she stretched a little more.

  One last thrust pushed me all the way in. It knocked the breath from my lungs for a few seconds.

  “Fuck,” we both groaned in unison. Hers was garbled but I knew the short aggressive cadence of letters she pushed out of her mouth. I thought I would come in a matter of seconds.

  “You feel so fucking good, Xari.” I didn’t want to be gentle with her. I needed to get the tension out first. I needed to fuck her deep and hard.

  I slid my hands up her body and gripped her shoulders before drilling her from behind. Whimpers and moans filled the air. They sounded even more beautiful than her harp music. Her slender body tensed and so did her pussy. She squeezed me until it was difficult to move.

  “You don’t get to come until I tell you to. I want to savor fucking your bossy ass. I’ll tell you when you can come.” I slowed my pace and pulled out a little, taking away some of my inches. She whined
in response.

  I gripped her soft hair and tugged it back so her ear was closer to my mouth. “You like being my nasty slut, Xari?”

  “Mmm-hmm,” she nodded emphatically. I rewarded her by sliding more dick inside of her. I watched her eyelids flutter.

  “Good girl.” I let her hair go and reached around to her clit. “Fuck. I love this clit ring, Xari. It’s so damn sexy.” I teased just the barbell and I felt her muscles clench around me. Her pussy sprang a leak the more I played with her clit ring.

  She bucked and cried out seeking release from the pressure I knew was mounting inside her core. I picked up the pace and let her moans fuel me. They were so nasty and erotic. She was my personal porn star and I was going to get every minute I could out of it.

  I went in for the kill and pressed down on her clit pinching it gently between my fingers. I knew I wouldn’t have to apply much pressure because she was pierced. Xari moaned three syllables over and over while her pussy clamped down on me again. This time there was no letting up. I knew if I didn’t pull out soon, I’d shoot cum deep inside her pussy. While the thought was tempting, I didn’t need an accident to happen. Even birth control wasn’t one hundred percent.

  I wanted to see her face when she came. I wanted to commit it to memory. I found her clit again, this time with ease. I was already learning her perfect, tight body. Her breathing turned rapid. I watched her ribs expand and contract quickly while my cock worked magic and my fingers assisted.

  Xari was no slouch though, she threw her ass back at me, matching my moves until her legs started shaking and her rhythm disappeared into staccato trembles. I watched her side profile intently. Her features contorted beautifully.

  Pleasure. Pain. Defeat.

  They all swirled together, painting her sandy brown face with hues of beauty. I yanked the panties out of her mouth because I needed to hear the three syllables she muttered over and over.

  “Evander…” she moaned and shook. Her top teeth sank into her bottom lip and she melted.

  She was watercolor blue. She was fire truck red. She was sunset golden.

  I felt my own orgasm ready to pop. I mustered the small amount of control I had and pulled out using Xari’s pussy juice to lube my dick while I stroked it from base to tip.

  “Knees. Now.” I pointed to the floor and she dropped obediently. Maybe she did know how to follow directions. “Let me see that pretty pink tongue, Xari.” She stuck it out and I groaned at the dense feeling pulsing through my body. It took over my limbs and joints, damn near making my knees buckle. “Swallow like a good girl.” With my free hand, I pulled her closer to my cock with my hand wrapped around her neck. She stared at my dick like it was a trophy. Like someone had unveiled the Hope diamond.

  That look was a hit of heroin to my veins.

  Shit.

  She wet her plump lips, ready for my load.

  “Tell me where you want it, Xari.”

  “In my mouth. I want to taste your cum, Evander.”

  “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you saying that.” I held her head still and unloaded into her wet, waiting mouth. It rushed out with so much force, I saw stars for a moment. When Xari wrapped her lips around the head of my cock to finish milking me dry, I saw the Northern Lights on the backs of my eyelids.

  “Goddamn, Xari,” I panted, sweat coating my brow. I opened my eyes and she peered up at me, blinking wet eyes. Her cheeks held fresh tear streaks and the tip of her nose was red.

  “You okay?” I asked, pulling my underwear and pants up. She nodded, trying to compose herself. “You sure? You look shook.” I wiped a drop of cum from her chin and rubbed it along her swollen lips. “Look at that pretty fucking girl.”

  “Dammit, you taste good.” She licked her bottom lip letting fire smolder in her brown eyes. I held my fingers to my nose and inhaled.

  “So do you.” I stroked the top of her head and sighed. “Stand up, Xari.” I took in her appearance. Her skirt was shoved up on her hips and her shirt was twisted around her body. I narrowed my gaze on her smeared red lips and spiky wet lashes. God, she was a work of art.

  “I want you naked in my bed by the time I get up there.”

  “And I’m supposed to listen to you now?” There she was. The bossy brat I’d come to know. I walked over to the couch and gathered my laptop and glass of whiskey.

  “Yeah. You are.”

  “And why is that, Evander? Because you fucked me? So you own me?” Her fiery words made me chuckle. It pissed her off even more. Scarlet settled on the tops of her cheeks and I wondered how mad I could make her before her dimples deepened.

  “No. I could never own you.” I let the silence roll between us before continuing. “But I’ve been inside of you. I whet your appetite with my dick, and you want more. You won’t get more if you don’t listen. I have high expectations in the bedroom, Xari. I’m not Senator Freeman when I’m fucking your tight pussy.” My voice dropped lower and I watched her throat flex. My eyes fell to the panties hanging from the tips of her fingers.

  “What if the dick was trash? What if I hated it?” Defiance twinkled in her eyes.

  “It wasn’t trash. I’m incapable of trash dick. This dick is immaculate. This dick is a fine-tuned piece of machinery. I only gave you a preview because I had to feel your perfect cunt wrapped around my dick. I haven’t even put you where you belong yet.”

  “Where I belong? And where is that?” She lifted her perfectly arched brow at me, trying to hide the fact that she was turned on again. I knew how she smelled now though. There was no mistaking her pussy in the air. It smelled like tulips growing from the earth.

  “You belong on the tip of my tongue. Now, go upstairs and wait in my bed, Miss Lucas.” She hated to concede but she knew I was right. I intrigued her. I made her want more and she damn sure did the same thing to me.

  I watched her switch those hips up the steps and shook my head. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

  …

  THIRTEEN

  Okay, ten minutes seemed like a long time to grab shit and come upstairs. I looked at the clock and cursed myself for leaving my phone downstairs beside Sunshine.

  Why the fuck was I so hell-bent on listening to Evander anyway?

  Because he fucked the shit out of you surrounded by candle flames in front of your harp, Xari.

  Classifying Evander as darling dick was the grossest miscalculation I’d ever made in my twenty years of life. Up until fifteen minutes ago, I had a streak for being able to pick out lukewarm dick. It was like a radar.

  After the complete switch and change Evander did, I was questioning my streak. That man was nowhere close to darling dick.

  He had Satan dick.

  He had the type of dick that may or may not have brought tears to my eyes. It made me drop to my knees and swallow his cum without a second thought. That man was blessed in every way humanly possible.

  How had I misjudged him so severely?

  It’s like he read my disgusting playbook and tore all the pages out. The scary part was, I knew he was only getting started. Well, it was equally scary and fascinating.

  I wanted to be his dirty slut. I wanted him to make me beg for his dick. I wanted him to mark me up and leave me full and satiated.

  Footsteps headed down the hallway and I tried to look normal, lying across his bed in nothing but the skin I was born in. My thighs thumped the closer his distinct footfalls came to the bedroom.

  I was a junky. I’d broken into a light sweat waiting to see him in the doorway. He definitely had devil dick. It already had me acting fucking stupid.

  My eyes fixed on the empty doorway for a few long seconds before Evander appeared, holding a glass of whiskey in one hand, his laptop tucked under his arm, and my phone in his other hand.

  “I blew out your candles,” he said.

  “Oh, thank you.” My voice was starting to turn hoarse. Probably from the throat-burning screams that got trapped behind the panties Evander shoved
in my mouth. “Should I shower or…”

  “No,” he said quickly. “I want to taste you just like that. Soaking wet. Sore. Swollen.”

  I pressed my knees together and stifled a moan. How had he turned into walking, talking sex? Had he always been this way and I just didn’t want to see it because he was my boss?

  He’d always been sexy but I never pegged him for being dominant and possessive in the bedroom. I loved that shit. It turned me on beyond belief. Especially finding someone who would put up with my mouth and attitude then put me in my place.

  “What is this going to be, Evander? You want me as your nanny-fuck-toy or…”

  “We’re going to talk about that now.” He plucked open the buttons on his shirt and I focused on the fresh white undershirt stretched over his hard muscles. “I’m going to be upfront with you, Xari. I don’t do relationships. That’s especially true now that Frankie is staying with me.”

  “Okay. Relationships aren’t my thing anyway. I have to focus on the harp too much to be a good girlfriend.” He eyed me for a moment then nodded after taking a drink.

  “I don’t catch feelings either. This…moment between us is for fun. For stress relief.” Another drink. More buttons opened on his shirt and I felt my temperature rise. I wanted to see him naked in all his fine-ass glory. He was taking too damn long.

  I knelt up on the plush bed and moved over to the edge so I could help him out of his clothes faster. I slipped his shirt off his shoulders and he chuckled.

  “Impatient?”

  “Very.” I tugged his undershirt free from his pants and pulled it over his head.

  Finally.

  I soaked in his tattoos and thick cuts of muscle like sunshine on a beach. He was beautiful.

  Caramel skin decorated with colorful tattoos. The most prominent one was over his left pectoral. It said Francesca in gorgeous script font. A gardenia was wrapped around the F in her name giving it a gentle touch.

  God. Frankie would never forgive me for fucking her father. I promised her I wouldn’t turn into one of those women who went crazy over Evander and there I was naked in his bed, drooling over his amazing body and immaculate dick.