Whiskey and Regret

by Danielle James

  No fucking wonder Alexis was bat shit. Evander’s dick caused mental illness. That had to be it.

  “So, no relationship. No feelings. Does that pretty much cover it?” I tugged on his belt and he chuckled.

  “Not exactly.” He gripped my wrist and snatched it away from his pants, making me pout. He leaned in and bit my bottom lip hard and quick, making me yelp. The pain dulled and in its place was a slow pulse. I touched the tender spot with my tongue and tried to ignore the wetness starting to pool inside me. “We can’t let Frankie know, Xari. This is between you and me. That’s it.”

  “Agreed.”

  “You will sleep in your own bed while Frankie is here. Don’t wake up beside me. Got it?” A pang of something sour rattled through me but I ignored it. So what if he didn’t want me sleeping beside him? Who said I wanted to?

  “Okay. Fine,” I said with a little more frost in my tone than I’d intended.

  “Good. Stop being such a brat about it. You’ll get dick every night if you behave.” He reached down, grabbing my ass.

  “I’m not being a brat about it.”

  “You are. You’re easier to read than you think.” I ignored his arrogance and went back to unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his strong thighs. He undressed the rest of the way then stood there for me to admire because he knew I would. I had no idea he was hiding so much arrogance under the buttoned-up façade he showed everyone else.

  That shit turned me on.

  “I want to ride your dick,” I told him, stroking his cock until it stiffened in my hand and stood up to greet me.

  “After you ride my face.”

  Wow. He knew my love language. How perceptive of him.

  My smile widened at his words. He laid flat on his back, his long, thick dick stretching toward the ceiling. I watched for a few minutes hypnotized by the steady bob of it. I wondered how fast I made the blood rush through his veins. I wonder how hot the fire was.

  “Sit,” he said, pointing to his sexy face. I was all for the one-word commands, especially if he could successfully make me obey. Right then, I wanted to obey every word as long as he kept the mind-blowing orgasms coming.

  I knelt over his face, trying to position myself properly on his mouth while I gripped the tufted headboard for support. I knew when my pussy connected with his lips because he let out a low, silky groan that left tendrils of heat spiraling down my thighs. It was in direct contrast with the cool crisp sheets under my knees.

  “I’ve wanted this pussy on my face for a long time,” he said before working his magical tongue. He spread my lips apart and latched onto my clit. My eyes snapped shut and my back arched.

  “Oh my god,” I whined, rolling my hips, grinding my wetness against him. This was not Senator Freeman beneath my pussy.

  This was a wolf.

  Hungry. Feral. Predatory.

  There were no pleasantries with the wolf. He wanted to eat and so he feasted. Licking, sucking, slurping…devouring my pussy. It was too intense. I was going to go blind from how hard my eyes were squeezed shut. The pressure in my head was going to decapitate me if I didn’t open my eyes and breathe.

  There was no room for breathing or seeing. Not when Evander was growling into my pussy and eating it like he’d been fasting for weeks. There were only movements and shudders.

  I forced myself to open my eyes and inhale. When I did, a sharp gasp shattered the melody of him consuming me. Tears leaked from my eyes and an orgasm rolled through my body like thick waves of honey straight from the comb.

  “Evander!” I shouted to the ceiling. To the night sky. To the heavens. To whatever deity would hear my cries.

  I tried to lift up to get a reprieve from his wicked mouth but he pulled me down against his face. His strong fingertips dug into my hips forcing me to sit on his tongue while he licked me from my clit to my sore entrance.

  He was everywhere at once. He sucked on my lips, pulled my wet clit into his mouth, and teased my piercing before licking my sensitive bundle of nerves until I quaked on top of him.

  “Yes! Oh god!” I shouted, tossing my head back. I unraveled on top of him, grinding, moaning, and calling for the Lord. Sweat rolled down my temples, misting my brow and cheeks. I was wild and needy. I wanted to feel him inside of me again.

  I needed his dick. I wanted to split in two from the way he pounded me. I knew he wanted me to beg but the fiery defiant side of me wouldn’t. The side of me being sucked and eaten wanted to give in immediately. I was a woman at war but it was the most delicious war.

  “Mmm, Evander,” I whined. I was so close to asking for what I wanted. What I needed. Another orgasm smacked into me hard and fast. That one was quiet but it stole the strength from my legs. It made my arms feel like noodles. I tried to scramble away again but he pulled me back.

  “Please!” I squeaked out.

  “Please what?” He pressed kisses to my pussy then drew loops with his tongue.

  I was going to explode if I had another one of those orgasms. They were too much to handle. Too big and rich to consume at once.

  “Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me.” He kissed and lapped at me until he was satisfied then he lifted me up like I weighed nothing. I flopped over to the side, my legs and arms were useless. Then my eyes looked down and saw his dick. It was so fucking beautiful. I needed it inside of me again.

  Shit, did all of that fit inside of me?

  I reached out and stroked it. It was warm and velvety against my fingers. I gripped it and marveled at how thick he was. My fingers barely wrapped around his impressive girth. I studied the veins and bit my bottom lip while I stared unashamedly. That man was perfection.

  “Tell me how long you’ve wanted this dick, Xari.” He nudged my useless legs apart then settled his solid, muscle-laden body on top of me. The dick in question pressed into me, begging to be let in. I was still sore from when we fucked downstairs but I wanted more. I was hooked.

  “Since I saw you in sweats and a t-shirt,” I told him. He paused and stared down at me. His eyes were beautiful and intense, drilling a hole through me. I knew if he drilled too deep, something would spill out. I didn’t know what it would be so I worked to keep my guard in place.

  “Why?” He asked, his voice still hard and smoky.

  “Because your mask was off. You were sexy. You were real.” He leaned down and kissed me. I pressed my hands to the side of his face and deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth with my tongue and nibbling on his full lips. I wanted all of him.

  He guided his cock inside of me and we both shared a long moan. His strokes were deliberate and hard. “Fuck,” I whined, pressing my heels into his ass. “I was wrong,” I babbled. “Your dick is amazing, Evander.”

  “I know.” He leaned down and bit my bottom lip. I reached up and bit his back. He growled but I saw a hint of a smile in his whiskey eyes. It made him fuck me harder.

  “I was supposed to ride your dick, remember?” I found my words after a few long strokes that touched somewhere deep in my soul. I couldn’t let that shit continue. I knew better. When men fucked you that deep, they hit the crazy button. I didn’t want to be crazy over Evander.

  “Bossy ass,” he muttered.

  “I’m still your nasty slut though. Let me show you.” He laid on his back and I mounted his cock. I eased down but it was hard getting him to fit at that angle.

  “Take that dick, Xari. You wanted to get on top. You better ride.” He slapped my ass and I eased down further on him.

  His big hands slid up and down my body, his skin was the perfect roughness against my soft silk. It pushed me to bounce faster while balancing on the balls of my feet.

  “Goddamn, girl.” He slapped my ass again then reached between us and found my clit. My body jerked at the pressure. “Come for me, Xari.”

  Again?

  Could I stand another orgasm?

  My body answered for me when it relented another fucking climax.

  “There’s my
good girl. I knew your pussy was hungry for another orgasm.” His cock throbbed inside of me and I eased off, knowing what was coming next.

  “Come on me,” I begged. “I want to feel your cum all over me.”

  “Come here, Xari,” he demanded. Fire flared to life in his eyes as he aimed his dick at my chest. He exploded. Long ropes of warm white silk decorated my breasts and hard nipples. I bit my lip while I watched him unload.

  His muscles were tense and his head was tipped back in ecstasy. A deep, gravelly roar cracked through the air. He rubbed the tip of his dick along my lips and I chased it with my tongue.

  “Such a perfect, nasty little girl,” he panted. I ran my fingers through his seed glistening on my breasts and licked him off my fingertips. He watched intently. I caught a drop on my nipple and licked it clean while our stares tangled.

  I thought my heart would beat right out of my chest but I kept it cool on the outside. I kept my cool until I was in the shower by myself. That’s when I rested my head against the slick tiled wall and let out a long drawn out, “What the entire fuck?”

  …

  When I woke up in my bed, my body hummed. It was the best kind of sore. I grabbed my phone and rolled over, putting a pillow between my legs to calm the throbbing. The first thing I saw was calls from Frankie. After that were tons of Facebook and Instagram notifications. Tons.

  I rubbed my eyes and cleared my throat before I called Frankie back. While the phone rang, I massaged the space between my eyes.

  “Hey, Xari!” Frankie’s bubbly voice unleashed a torrent of guilt inside of me.

  “Hey, girl. You okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m good. I just missed you. Mom went out for brunch with one of her women’s groups. I didn’t want to go, so she let me stay home.”

  “Oh…” I hated how much she was alone when she was with her mother. “Well, now you have time to practice your pancakes.”

  “I know! I already made some, you wanna see?”

  “Of course.” I pulled the pillow from between my legs and pressed my back against the headboard. She Facetimed me and her smile was so bright. “Aw, look at you. Cute hair,” I pointed at her two buns and grinned. She patted them and thanked me.

  “Okay, so what do you think? Much better, right?” She turned the camera around and showed me a plate piled high with mostly perfect pancakes. I thought they all were perfect but I knew what a stickler Frankie had become about perfectly uniform pancakes.

  “They’re perfect, Frank! You better bring me some home or I’m going to be pissed.”

  “I will. So, can I ask you a question? Wait…you’re not near Daddy, are you?”

  No, but I wish I was.

  “No, I don’t even know where he is. Why?”

  “Do you think it would cause an argument between my parents if I asked Dad to come get me?”

  “Honestly, yes. It would cause an argument. You know your mother. Evander would come get you but then he’d have to call your mom and she’d have a fit.” I shifted around on the bed and savored the thrum of memories thumping between my legs. “You’re coming home later tonight. This was just from Saturday to Sunday. You can tough that out. I’m sure you’ve had cramps that lasted longer.” I paused and tipped my head to the side a little. “Wait, have you even started your period yet?”

  “Oh my god,” she laughed into her hand and tried to hide her face.

  “What? It’s a normal discussion. We’re girls, right?” I asked.

  “Yeah, but it’s still so embarrassing.” More giggles. I sighed a little and waited for them to die down. “No. I haven’t gotten my period yet, which is stupid because I’ve been twelve for like three months.”

  “Ooh. Three months,” I said with faux wonder in my voice. “It’ll come when it’s time but you should have your emergency kit with you at all times because you never know.”

  “Emergency kit?” Her face bent into a frown.

  “A cosmetic bag with pads or tampons and some wipes. Maybe some Tylenol or something. Your mother hasn’t gotten you something like that yet?”

  “Um no. She hasn’t even talked to me about it. Whenever I try to talk to her, she changes the topic. I think it makes her nervous.”

  “Got it. Well, when you come home I’ll do your makeup and we’ll make a period kit.”

  “Ugh. Now I really want to come home,” she whined.

  “I laughed a little and assured her that she’d be home in her bed later on tonight. It was enough to keep her satiated before we ended the call.

  After I hung up, I got dressed and pretended like I wasn’t picking out my outfit based on what I thought Evander would like. All the voices in my head knew that shit was a lie.

  I picked out a pink and black dress with spaghetti straps that hit a little above my knee. I opted for no bra or panties because let’s be real, I was trying my best to catch more of that glorious devil dick Evander gave me last night. Just thinking about it made me ache in all my private places.

  When I was done getting ready, I went downstairs and cut up fruit for breakfast. I went straight to Sunshine and sat on my stool, scrolling through my phone while I ate chunks of fresh pineapple, grapes, and melon. I stopped scrolling immediately when I saw one of my Instagram videos circulating on Facebook.

  “What the hell?” I clicked on it and watched as I played the harp. It was one of the dozens of Instagram videos I’d posted of myself playing but they never got many likes. Maybe a hundred or so.

  This video had been posted earlier in the morning and was already up to 5,000 reactions and 2,000 shares. That’s why my notifications had exploded this morning.

  The caption under the video simply said, “Someone find her for me. I’d pay her to play at my wedding.” I blinked repeatedly once I saw who posted it.

  Nerves rushed through my body making my fingers and hands feel loose and pointless. I damn near dropped my phone when Navy called.

  “Xari, you’re viral! Have you looked at social media today?”

  “Yeah…I just saw. One of my videos is on Facebook but…”

  “Not just Facebook. Go look at Instagram.” I put Navy on speaker while I hopped over to Instagram. I balked at the thousands of notifications. People were tagging me left and right. “Girl, Damon Philips posted your video and now it’s going crazy!”

  “Fuck. I have no idea what to do with this information, Navy. What do I do?” I asked, shooting to my feet.

  “Find out how to get in contact with him! He’s looking for you! If you could play at his wedding…oh my god, Xari.”

  Damon Philips was one of the most famous basketball players in the country. He was officially in the conversation about who was the greatest of all time. People mentioned him in the same breath as Michael Jordan and Lebron James and he shared my fucking video.

  “He can’t be serious though. Maybe he was just showing love.”

  “Girl. He’s engaged. It’s not outside the realm of possibility. Have you checked your DM’s?” Navy quizzed.

  “No. I got off the phone with Frankie, made breakfast, and sat down at my harp.”

  “Check them!”

  “I need to breathe. I need some coffee and some weed right now.”

  “Really, Xari?”

  “What? I’ve never experienced anything like this. I’m freaking out.” I shook the nerves out of my hands and set my bowl of fruit to the side. I’d never been so nervous I lost my appetite. Food was life.

  “I’m coming over. Are you at Senator Freeman’s house?” My body jumped to life vibrating like a plucked string.

  “Um…yeah,” I said, blinking. My mind replayed last night and I was already hungry for more.

  “Cool. I’m gonna drop by.”

  “Okay. Bring weed.”

  “Xari...”

  “What? You thought I was playing? I need to calm down.”

  “I don’t have any weed.”

  “Right. I forgot who I was talking to for a minute. You think Evander can get
some?” I rubbed my hand down the length of my dress repeatedly.

  “Probably not since he’s a senator.” Navy had gone from sounding proud and excited to her usual frustrated and annoyed self. I liked to think I brought out the best in her.

  “I’ll ask him.”

  “Please don’t,” she begged.

  “Why not? He’s a senator. He can probably get a fucking charcuterie board of drugs, Navy.”

  “I’ll be there in a little while, Xari. Oh, before I go…have you talked to your parents? I thought you were going to call them once you were officially hired.”

  “Fuck. I forgot. I was…um…caught up last night.” I stopped pacing long enough to take a deep breath. I was freaking the hell out and I needed to calm my nerves.

  “Well, call them and tell them the good news. They think you’re avoiding them. They also think I’m taking care of you so yeah…let them know you’re trying to pull your head out of your ass.”

  “Will do. See you in a little while.” I ended the call and shook my nervous hands out again. Was it too early for a drink? I craved the warm taste of the whiskey Evander loved so much. I walked into the kitchen and jumped out of my skin when I saw him looking in the fridge.

  “Jesus!” I gasped, slapping a palm to my chest. Once I was done being terrified, I raked my eyes over him. He was wearing a perfectly tailored navy blue suit with a nickel gray tie that had an impeccable dimple in the center.

  “Sorry,” he chuckled. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” He walked over to me and placed his hand on the small of my back. He was being gentle. It was a total 180 from the way he was last night. “You look sexy as fuck in this dress,” he slid his hand up my thigh and I shuddered. His warm, rough hands against my smooth legs made me slick with wetness.

  “No panties?” His voice dropped an octave and took on the timbre of cigar smoke. Rough. Hazy. Sexy as fuck.

  “I wanted to give you easy access to my pussy but it looks like you’re getting ready to go.” I wet my lips and Evander locked on to my tongue.

  “Did you think I wouldn’t build in time to fuck my pussy before I left?”