Sundays are for Hangovers

by J. D. Hollyfield

  I look up at him, then at his better-be cousin. Dammit, she’s pretty. “I, uh, I was just looking for something…I lost. I lost something.”

  He looks tense. Not very happy to find me on his lawn fighting his cat. It’s then he notices the swamp in his lawn. “What the hell?”

  “Oh yeah…What a storm last night, geesh.” I make another attempt to stand, but my footing slips again and down I go.

  “Jesus, let me help you,” Will says, reaching for me.

  I look at his visitor and see no family resemblance. Not good.

  I swipe away his offered hand. “No, I’m good. You can just go back to whatever it was you two kids were doing.” Another attempt, and negative. I slip again, almost throwing me into the splits.

  “Um, maybe I should go,” the woman says.

  “Great idea,” Will replies with a scowl marring his face.

  She raises her hand to touch his shoulder but thinks twice and lowers it. “I’ll call you later, okay?” she says to Will, but he doesn’t reply.

  He’s too busy staring intently at me. With how mad I’d have to guess he is right now, I’m actually considering leaving with her. The woman doesn’t say anything else. It seems she knows when to also keep quiet. Without another word, she turns and walks to her car. Once she pulls away, I know it’s my cue to hit the road.

  “Yeah, great idea. I’m just gonna head back home. I have Sunday chores and—”

  “Give me your damn hand.”

  I’m not gonna lie when I say he’s a little intimidating right now. He looks pretty intense and I’m not even sure he’s noticed the fancy heart design in his yard yet. I debate on flipping onto my stomach and swimming back to my house, but that look.

  “Yep, hand, here you go.” I throw my hand out and he grabs it tightly, pulling me up, and like a sack of potatoes, he tosses me over his shoulder.

  “Whoa!” I squeal, not expecting his sudden move. “Seriously, it wasn’t me. I saw a gang of kids with scissors and hate in their eyes. You really should call the HOA—Ouch!” I yelp as his open palm smacks against my butt cheek.

  “Just stop talking.” He carries us inside his house. Which fares better for me, since I know he’s too anal to get blood all over his own house. Killing me is definitely out of the question. Once we’re inside, he flips me back and holds me as I land wobbly on my feet.

  “Will, I—”

  “Take your top off.”

  “What?” Okay, maybe he’s more anal than I thought. No stains.

  “I want you to take your top off. Then I want you to step out of those shorts. I want you naked and ready, and when I’m done telling you how sorry I am for last night, there will be nothing between us when I fuck you right here. Right up against the front door actually.”

  Holy smokes.

  “Well?” he asks.

  “Well, what?”

  “Let’s get started. I can’t hold off much longer not touching you. Did you want me to go first?”

  I seem to have lost my voice. So I nod.

  “Fine.” He walks up to me, helping me raise my arms, and pulls my wet tank top up over my head. “I’m sorry for being a jerk last night to your parents.” My top gets tossed and he’s kneeling, his hands latching around my shorts. “I’m sorry for making accusations. And I’m sorry I didn’t allow you the chance to explain.” My shorts are shoved down my legs along with my underwear. “Most importantly, I should’ve stopped you from running away last night. I should have never allowed you out of my sight.” His palms cup my ass and he pulls my hips forward. His mouth is on me, rough and hard. My hands fly out, grabbing at his head for support.

  “Oh, God,” I moan, threading my fingers into his hair.

  “Tell me you accept my apology.” He opens me wide as he urges my thigh over his shoulder, and his tongue thrusts inside me. “We’re going to talk this out, but right now, tell me you forgive me for the way I handled last night.” In and out he uses his tongue to fuck me. His grip is tight on my hips. “Tell me, Lilith.” He growls, adding a finger.

  I moan, pressing his face closer to me. “If this is how you apologize, I’m gonna have to get mad more often.”

  It’s then he goes to town eating me as if I were his only meal. From his finger to his tongue, he thrusts in and out, licking, suckling until my legs begin to shake. Just as I’m about to explode on his mouth, he pulls away.

  “Wha—what are you doing? Don’t stop.” I’m panting, seconds away from having an explosive orgasm.

  “I’ll be glad to help you,” he says, smirking. “Just as soon as you explain what the hell you did to my lawn.”

  Sundays are for Starting Over

  Things are weird.

  Really fucking weird.

  But I can fix them. I will fix them. With her sweet cunt still fresh on my tongue and her pretty pouty lips pressed against mine, I find new resolve.

  We fucked up.

  But we’re here now. Trying to fix things.

  I grab her ass and lift her. She wraps her slender legs around my waist without breaking our kiss. My sweet Lilith feels perfect in my arms. Last night was fucking torture lying in bed knowing she was so upset with me.

  I should have gone to her.

  But I couldn’t. Lilith is stubborn as fuck and I knew she needed to cool off before we could move forward.

  “Lil,” I murmur against her mouth as I fumble up the stairs to my bedroom. I’d told her I was going to fuck her against the door, but I don’t want to rush this. I want more than just sex. I want to talk to her because I wasn’t lying when I said we were everything.

  “Hmm?”

  I step inside my room and she slides down to her feet. Her brown eyes search mine. Red-rimmed from crying last night but hopeful. I want to make it all better. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

  She smiles. “Me too.” Her fingers go to my T-shirt and she tugs it off me. Then, we work together until I’m naked too.

  “Your bed is still unmade,” she marvels as she crawls into it, her ass bared to me. “I thought Sundays were for chores?”

  I grip her hips and flip her onto her back before lowering my body over hers. My cock is hard, sandwiched between us, but I just want to look at her for a minute. Her playful expression falls when I tenderly stroke her hair from her face. “Sundays are for starting over.”

  “Will,” she murmurs, her nose turning pink and her eyes growing watery.

  “Shhh,” I whisper. “We’re fixing us.”

  She nods and a tear streaks down her temple. I swipe it away with my thumb and kiss her softly. We kiss slowly, taking our time, as we appreciate what we’d missed. One night without her and I feel as though it’s been weeks.

  “I missed you so fucking much,” I groan against her lips.

  “I missed you too.”

  Her fingers scratch my shoulders and she spreads her legs. I slide my cock between the lips of her pussy, teasing her still sensitive clit. She gasps, but then a moan escapes her when I push into her. Not hasty or rushed. Slowly. Achingly so. I want to feel every part of her wrapped around me. Her body misses me because it’s as though I’m being sucked inside of her tight, wet heat.

  “Jesus,” I groan. “You’re perfect.”

  Her fingers slide into my hair and she blinks at me. I’m fully seated inside of her, but I don’t move. I just watch her watching me. So many words passed between us with one look. Cradling her cheek with one hand, I admire how beautiful she is. Not just on the outside but her. Everything about her speaks to all the parts of me. She’s funny and sweet and crazy.

  I love her.

  I’m stunned by this revelation and I’m not man enough to admit it. Not after our fresh makeup. When the time is right, I’ll tell her and hope to fuck it doesn’t scare her away.

  “So serious, my Wonka.”

  “So beautiful, my demon.”

  She giggles and her cunt clenches around my cock. It spurs me into action. I start bucking into her. Hard and uneven. My mo
uth hovers over hers, open and breathing her in, but we don’t kiss. We’re inhaling each other. Lips brushing against the other and just relishing in the softest of touches. It makes me realize how I’ve taken her for granted. She makes me crazy fucking obsessed with her.

  “Will…I…”

  “I know,” I breathe against her.

  I love you too.

  Slipping my hand between us, I find her clit and rub against her, eager to draw out another orgasm from her. As soon as I touch her, she moans and her pussy clenches in response. Our mouths finally decide to mate and I kiss her as though our lives depend on it. My thrusting becomes harder and more intense. The headboard slams loudly against the wall. And for once I’m not worried if it’ll leave marks that I’ll have to patch up. Lil and I could bang right through it and I’d just be happy she was in my bed again.

  “Oh, God,” she cries out, her body flying off the cliff of bliss once more.

  Seeing her lashes flutter and her back arch off the bed has me groaning out my release. My cock pumps into her, my cum hot and furious as I fill my sweet Lil up. Knowing she’s full of my seed has another groan of pleasure escaping me. When I’m completely spent, I slide out of her and fall onto the bed beside her. She squeals when I pull her against me. Her full tits smash against my ribs. I love having her right here in my grip, my cum leaking out of her and making a mess of my newly washed sheets.

  Her fingertips dance along the grooves of my pectoral muscles and she sighs happily. I love how she relaxes against me, fitting into the space of not only my body but my heart.

  I’m never letting her go.

  “Who was the girl?”

  All happy thoughts drain from me, and my gut feels as though it’s hollowed out.

  “Nobody,” I grunt.

  And that’s the fucking truth. Presley is nobody to me. Not anymore. She told me things this morning—probably things she thought I wanted to hear and maybe at one time I did—but I wasn’t interested. Not when I have this.

  “Will,” she starts, but I grab her hand and kiss her palm, distracting her.

  “Nobody,” I breathe against her flesh. “Compared to you, nobody.” I pull her on top of me so I can look in her eyes. “I’m so damn intoxicated by you, Lilith. All the shit I used to care about or worry over doesn’t matter anymore. Last night, you were the only thing on my mind. I sat up here all night wondering how I was going to win you back. Your parents pissed me off so bad. They don’t see you like I do. Like a bright, shiny star glittering in my sky. The only star I see. Sure, there are billions in the sky, but you’re the only one fucking shining brighter than the rest. You’re brilliant and talented and funny as hell. For people who are supposed to love you to not see that, it was maddening. I still can’t wrap my head around it, babe. Why don’t they see you like I do?”

  She blinks away tears and bites on her plump bottom lip. “I don’t know.” Her voice is hoarse and unsure.

  “Well, I fucking see you,” I growl, my palms running through her silky hair. “I see all of you and it’s all I see.”

  “For a nerdy bank bouncer, you’re really quite poetic,” she says playfully, tears still glistening in her brown eyes.

  I lift up and press a kiss to her lips before relaxing again. “You asked what we are last night.” My brows furl together as I run my thumb along her jaw. “We’re everything, Lil. Fucking everything.”

  “Okay,” she murmurs. “Why don’t you tell me anything about your past? How can we be everything if you don’t tell me anything?”

  I frown at her. Admitting who I used to be to this woman is difficult. “I wasn’t a good person,” I say, my voice husky with regret.

  Her fingers brush against my lips. “I don’t believe that.”

  “I was a fucked up teen,” I admit. “Gave my grandma all kinds of shit, Lil. Got in so much trouble. Until I was in my early twenties, I was pretty much wasted all the time. A loser, baby. I was a loser.”

  “You could never be a loser,” she murmurs. “I mean, look at you. You’re like Mr. Perfect.”

  My past sneaks up behind me and tries to strangle me. I find it hard to breathe. The memories are as vivid as the day it happened. I’m suffocating.

  “Hey,” she coos. “Hey, look at me. You’re panicking there, Wonka. Don’t panic.”

  I lift my gaze to her soft one, my heart rate slowing. “I just can’t be that person anymore. I work every goddamned day so I will be better. I owe it to everyone, especially my grandma.”

  She kisses me. “Well you, my friend, are doing one helluva job, I must say. I think you’re pretty amazing.”

  “You’re my girlfriend,” I correct her. “Not friend. Girlfriend. My goddamned woman. The end.”

  “Who knew you were such a caveman, Willy?” she teases, but her eyes tell me she’s pleased.

  “You like it,” I challenge. “We’re together and your dad can just sit on that and spin.”

  She snorts and slaps my chest. “I can’t believe you just said that!”

  Smirking, I shrug. “I’m just saying he can get over it. You’re mine. He can want his little princess to marry some prince with a country club membership, but she’s attached to a banker with a big dick.”

  “Will!” she cries out. “You’re such a nerd.”

  “I also bet the little prince didn’t win yard of the month four years in a row,” I muse aloud. “Horrible yard and a tiny dick. What an awful hand he’s been dealt.”

  She lets out a sharp gasp. “Uh, about that.”

  I arch a brow at her. “About what?”

  “Last night, I was feeling artistic. I missed you and…”

  “What did you do?”

  “I cut a heart in your grass.” She chews on her bottom lip, worry dancing in her eyes.

  “Show me,” I growl.

  Reluctantly, she slides out of the bed, my cum glistening on her thigh as she slips away. My cock hardens right back up, the basest male part of me appreciating the view. I watch her round, bubbly butt jiggle as she walks over to my window. Following after her, I wait for her to lift the blinds. I cringe when I see the big brown heart in the middle of my perfect green lawn. Tufts of grass litter the ground around it. How did I not notice this earlier?

  So much for winning lawn of the year this year.

  That’s okay, I won the girl instead.

  “Oh, you’re such a bad, bad girl,” I growl, my erection pressing against her from behind.

  She gasps, her palms flattening against the glass. “I should be punished,” she chimes in a little eagerly.

  I chuckle as I step back and palm her sweet ass. “I completely agree, baby. Completely.”

  Slap!

  She squeals but offers me her ass again.

  Slap!

  “Will,” she whines. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

  I laugh as I slap her bottom once more. “And miss out on this? I’m not.”

  Grabbing a handful of her fleshy ass, I pull on her with one hand and guide my rock-hard erection to where she still drips from my last release. I grip her hip as I drive into her. Her palms slap against the glass and her forehead bumps it.

  “Bad girls have to get fucked against the window,” I murmur against her hair before seeking out her ear.

  She moans and tilts her head to the side to give me access. I bite on the outside of her ear as I slide my palm to one of her tits. My other hand slips to her clit. I fuck her against the window for all to see if they simply look up. Mr. Daniels has probably been waiting for this moment his whole life.

  “You know you’re not leaving this bedroom today,” I growl. “Hell, I don’t know if I’ll ever let you leave.”

  My words hit their intended mark or maybe it’s the way I pinch at her swollen clit. Either way, she comes sharply, her body shuddering in my grip. It feels good the way her cunt milks me. I slam against her hard enough that our skin makes a slapping sound that rivals the whippings I gave her just moments ago. Her fo
rehead thunks the glass again. My balls seize up with pleasure. Quickly, I pull out and stroke my red, throbbing cock until I’m spurting my seed all over her ass that bears my handprint. Ropes of hot cum splatter against her flesh and I’ve never seen anything hotter in my entire goddamned life.

  “Caveman,” she says, chuckling before she turns to face me.

  “Damn straight,” I grunt.

  Her squeals of delight, when I once again toss her over my shoulder, fill my soul.

  I carry her into the bathroom and start the shower. She’s a messy girl and as much as I’d love to keep her that way, she looks hungover and nothing kills a hangover like a big breakfast. And last I checked, IHOP doesn’t allow cum-covered naked hotties.

  The water heats up and I pull her under the spray with me. Her arms wrap around my waist and she stares up at me as if I’m her whole world too. I take the time to simply stare at her, my fingers running gently through her hair that’s quickly becoming soaked from the spray.

  It’s on my tongue. All the things I want to say to her.

  “I’m glad we made up,” she says. “And I’m glad you’re officially my boyfriend.” She flashes me a silly grin that makes my heart pound harder in my chest.

  “I’m glad too, babe.”

  My gaze bores into hers and I stare at her with the hope that she sees just how much she gets under my skin and lives there. The way emotion flickers in her eyes, I think she knows.

  I love you, Lilith Hamilton.

  And one day I’ll have the nerve to tell you.

  Thursdays are for Dropping Bombs

  “Hi, Mr. Daniels.” I wave as I skip back over to my house. More like slow run, since we both slept through the alarm, this being the third time this week and now I have seventeen minutes to shower and be on my way to work. I keep telling Will we need to spend more nights at my house, because at least I have a better working alarm, but he refuses to leave his pink coffee maker. He also confesses that those few moments stolen are the ones he loves the most. And I get why. It’s because he always does a sneak attack and wakes me up with his mouth, his tongue, his gigantic…heart. I know, I just laughed too. But most importantly, he says it’s those extra moments that he enjoys holding me close, knowing I’m all his.