What if she decided she didn’t want to do it? Would I survive?
Surprisingly, her hands didn’t shake as she lowered the waistband of my sweats to the base of my shaft, the length of it trapped down the jersey leg against my thigh. I could also say that, at that moment, I was never so grateful for the fact that I was a huge advocate for ‘manscaping.’ All it’d taken was a round of training exercises when I’d first joined the Coast Guard, ones that’d involved midnight calls and yanking a front closing wetsuit up with an accidental handful of pubes. I’d been a convert for life.
And it’d all led me to this one moment with the most beautiful woman I’d ever met in my life, who was staring wide-eyed at the base of my cock.
Call it nerves, call it stupidity, but what came out of my mouth made me want to punch myself in the face. “There’s more—tucked down to the left.”
She swallowed loudly as she looked slowly up my torso until she was eye-to-eye with me. “Your left or mine?” The expression that followed it was much as I suspected mine had been seconds ago—a ‘why the fuck did I say that?’ look.
Deciding I was safer not to say anything out loud, I gently took her hand in mine and lowered it until it was resting on my hard length through the jersey material. A length, incidentally, that jumped when he realized whose it was.
Whimpering quietly, she looked back down again, this time at where her hand was slowly moving up and down my dick. It was torture. No, it was heaven and torture. Heaven because I finally had her hand on me, and torture because I had her hand on me, and I was still wearing my sweats, so there was a barrier between her skin and the rest of mine.
Not wanting to scare her with what I was about to do, I slowly gripped the elastic waistband and tugged it down, letting gravity do the rest of the work as the sweats dropped to the floor. After that, I shifted so I could kick them over to the side of the room, not taking my eyes from her.
But there was a way to make it even better.
Skimming from her hand down to where her nipples were poking through her tank, I pictured them squeezing my cock while I thrust between them. Fuck me! The mental image was enough to have a tingle at the base of my spine, warning me that I was close to coming just from what she was doing and my perverted mind.
“Pixie,” I rasped, licking my lips. “Take your top off, baby.”
I’d thought it would buy me a moment’s reprieve so that I could get my control back, but instead, she managed to maneuver one hand through the armhole, then swapped them out to do the other one before lifting it over her head and dropping it on the floor.
Her tits were even more amazing than I’d pictured, and I’d imagined them a lot. And she hadn’t been wearing a bra tonight, how beautiful was that?
The only thing ruining the moment was the fact she still had on her panties. Before I could suggest she divest herself of them too, though, she raised onto her knees and lowered them, wigging until they slid down her thighs. I would have said something, a suggestion on how to get rid of them or an offer to assist her with it, but the position she was in now meant her mouth was only half an inch away from the glistening tip of my dick.
Looking back up at me, she held my eyes as she moved forward, her pink tongue darting out to flick across it, and my head dropped back as the sensation shot up into my balls. I was not a one lick wonder, I’d never been a one lick wonder, but this was Sadie. Allowances had to be made unless it left me looking like a one pump chump.
While I was lecturing my body and trying to get some control over myself, I’d left myself open to surprises, including her sucking the tip of my shaft into her mouth while she rubbed her tongue over the small metal ball of the piercing at the same time. The sensation made every muscle go rock solid as my head snapped back up so I could watch what she was doing. There wasn’t anything, not one fucking thing, that could make me look away right now—
A stinging sensation followed by sharp slashing on my foot and ankle proved otherwise. It took me so by surprise that I jerked backward slightly and then forward as I kicked my leg to get whatever was on it off.
Unfortunately, neither of us had our full mental faculties thanks to the alcohol and sexual tension, but the hissing noise had gotten Sadie’s eyes off me and onto the floor where it was coming from.
This meant that seeing as how my eyes were aimed there too, when I jerked forward with the kick, she wasn’t able to avoid the tip of my cock hitting her right in the eye while at the same time making my own cross. It was just too sensitive, and after the sensations of her hand, tongue, and mouth around it, my poor dick didn’t know what to make of it.
With a scream, she pressed the palm of her hand over it. “What… Why did it hit me in the eye?”
With my cock waving around in the air, my brain kickstarted itself again, and I regained the ability to multi-task. So, I kicked out again at the same time as I leaned down, only just managing to keep the yell inside that wanted to burst free as the fucker’s nails left my skin unwillingly.
Gently prying her hand away from her face, I tilted her head back and winced at how pink her eye was. “Are you okay, baby?”
Blinking rapidly at me, she opened her mouth to reply—hopefully not saying she couldn’t see out of it and needed to go to the E.R.—but was cut off by a loud hammering on the front door.
Fuck. Me!
With her eye watering to the point that she now had tears rolling down her face, Sadie jumped and looked around me, like she was trying to look at the door. “Who’s that?”
Someone who’s about to die.
Stalking over to where my sweats were lying in a heap on the ground, I pulled them on and picked up my hoodie for her to wear. The loud thuds were still coming from the door as I pulled it over her head and tilted it back so I could look at her eye again. Maybe I should take her to the doctor or call Parker and get him to look at her here?
Decision made, I lowered my head and gently kissed her. “I’ll go find out. You pull some more clothes on, baby.”
Buzzed—amazing how stabbing someone in the eye with your cock could sober you up—or not, the fact there was a perverted psycho who’d once been interested in Sadie loose in the world now hadn’t skipped my mind. She was smaller than me, and the amount of alcohol she’d drunk would affect her differently. I didn’t want her to have to fight to defend herself when I could do it. And she was turned on and mostly naked, so that was another fuck no. I was her wall of safety always, and nothing was getting past me.
Well, that was until I opened the door, then I realized four people were getting past me—her dad, her grandmother, Gramps, and Grams.
“Oh, so you’re alive then,” Grams snarled, kicking me in the shin as she passed by. “Nice bruises, here’s another.”
“Ever heard of saying hello?” I snapped, eyeing the boots she had on her feet. “Are those steel-toed Doc Martens?” Pink or not, they were savage when they connected with you.
Sighing, Gramps followed behind her, shooting me a smirk. MeeMee gave me a similar expression because she knew I’d been staying here, but Ned stopped in front of me and glared.
“Where’s my daughter?”
I didn’t get to answer because MeeMee growled, “Who’s been drinking my whisky?”
Figuring the answer was easy enough for both of them, I went with what I figured was a wise offer. “Would you like me to get you a glass?”
“Oh, would you?” she asked, shooting me a bright smile over her shoulder. “And add some ice to it and bring the ginger ale, too.”
Rubbing my face with both hands, I shut the door and went to do as she’d asked. “Anyone else want one?”
“Or I’ve got proper tea, cold tea, Coke, coffee,” Sadie offered as she walked into the room, her eyebrows raising when she saw her dad. “And to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?”
“I went to see you at work, but they said you weren’t working tonight and you’d called in. We just wanted to make sure you were okay and to se
e if you needed anything.”
I was just coming back with the glass and shit MeeMee had asked for when Grams gasped. “Oh my god, honey, your poor eye. No wonder you called in.”
Ned was out of his seat in an instant to get a closer look. Part of me was thinking how much he doted on Sadie and how it must’ve been hell leaving her in England and not being able to see her every day. The other part of me was doing everything it could to not wince about how he was looking at his daughter’s eye, which was pink because I’d assaulted it with my dick.
“Shit, pink eye. Have you got anything for it?”
Sadie choked slightly and tried to pull her head away. “Yeah, I’ve got some drops. It’s not that bad.”
“Pink eye is pink eye, sweetheart. It’s contagious and makes you miserable.” Then, he looked at me over his shoulder and said grimly, “You should be careful you don’t get it in your eye, too.”
Figuring nodding was better than telling him the truth and how impossible that would be, I repeated the offer for drinks, but they wanted ‘real tea’ so Sadie jumped up to get it. It looked like I was going to have to learn to make it because if she was ever sick or asked me to get one for her, I wanted to make it correctly. So, I followed behind her and watched over her shoulder as she filled the plug-in kettle, turned it on, and pulled down a box from the cupboard—the bottom of it, where she could reach.
“Show me how to make tea the way you like it.”
She’d been separating tea bags and dropping them into mugs, but hearing this, she looked up at me questioningly. “Why?”
Leaning a hip against the counter, I picked up the box, read the front, and then sniffed it. Earl Grey didn’t smell so bad, but smells could be deceiving.
“Because I want to be able to make it perfectly for you. Not everyone likes their coffee the same way, and usually the amount of milk or sugar is the key element, so tea’s probably the same. Can’t say for sure ‘cos I’ve never had it hot, but it stands to reason you’ve got a certain way you like it.”
I almost dropped the box when she threw her arms around me but managed to brace at the last second. “You can’t be nice to me, Elijah. I’ll do something stupid like cry or throw my knickers at you.”
I didn’t realize it, but her dad had been watching us, and when I threw my head back and burst out laughing, wrapping my arms around her at the same time, it went a long way to winning his trust with his daughter.
Why? Well, Sadie didn’t hug or touch people she didn’t trust. I knew that and had done everything to get her to relax around me from the moment I met her. What I didn’t realize was that he’d also seen the shadows in my eyes, and seeing them disappear as I laughed… Ned knew that like had not only attracted like, but it’d brought light back into the shadows for both of them.
I just wish someone had pointed that out to me.
Chapter Six
Elijah
Two hours later…
MeeMee was a whisky savage. She’d dropped the ginger ale an hour ago, moving on to drinking straight whisky, and had pulled out a secret stash from the very top of the cupboard, insisting that the two of us join her for one. One to me was a small amount in a glass, but this wasn’t good enough for her, so she’d filled the glass until there was only half an inch of space at the top of it.
Add this onto the amount we’d drunk earlier and the half a glass we’d added afterward, and it’s fair to say we were wasted.
“I think that last one was too much,” Sadie slurred, trying to get up off the couch. “We should sleep.”
It felt like the blink I’d just taken had lasted forever, and when I opened my eyes, there was a hand in my face.
“Wasat?”
Looking at what I was pointing at, her eyebrows—what I now knew were her eyebrows—raised. “S’my hand.”
Grabbing it, I tugged at it to see if it would move. When she squealed and landed on my lap, I wrapped my arms around her and snuggled in. “You’re comfortable.”
Patting the top of my head like I was a dog, she pointed out, “You’re sleeping on my boobies.”
“You’re petting me like a dog.” For some reason, this was fucking hilarious, so I buried my face in the space between the pillows under my head and snorted laughing.
“My cat hasn’t got any hair, it’s nice to switch it up sometimes.”
Lifting my head to say something, I misjudged how close we were and stopped when my lips grazed against hers. The good Elijah said not to do it, and it was wrong for some reason. The bad Elijah said to absolutely do it, and it was the best idea ever.
While I was listening to them, Sadie seemed to be having her own internal battle because she squeezed her eyes shut, took a deep breath, and then kissed me. It immediately got heated, all of the sexual tension from earlier jumping to the surface again, and this time the only way I’d stop was if she said to.
I got up carefully from the couch with that in mind and carried her to the bedroom, not stopping the kiss once. Even drunk as a skunk, my coordination was on point. I also remembered to shut the door, not forgetting what that bald little asshole had done earlier to my ankle.
The only flaw in my plan was that I was pretty certain I’d fall on top of her when I put her down. I might have coordination, but that didn’t include balance, and with the room swimming around me, I didn’t want to risk it. So, bracing my knees on the side of the mattress, hoping it would stabilize me, I bent over and lowered her onto the bed carefully, ignoring the pulling on the healing cuts on my hand and the pain from the bruised areas of my body.
Once she was on her back, I reluctantly pulled my mouth away from hers, unable to resist licking her lip for one last taste—even if it was only for a few seconds, hopefully. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Her eyes were half-mast as she looked up at me, but I could still see the heat in them. “As in, am I sure I want you to put your penis in me?”
The question took me by surprise, or maybe it was the wording? “Um, if you want to be clinical about it, yes. But I was thinking more of licking you, sucking you, then making love to you.”
“I want that,” she breathed, her body starting to wriggle slightly.
Grinning, I closed the distance and kissing her again, loving how soft her lips were and how good she tasted. Kissing Sadie was like a drug for me. The way she flicked my tongue, sucked on the tip, nipped my bottom lip when I was teasing her, and how she’d suck on it afterward were all things I wasn’t sure I could live without now that I’d experienced them.
Wasn’t that how drug addictions happened? You felt so good while you were on them, loved the way they made you feel and think, and the fact you weren’t thinking about anything else. All of that was how kissing her made me feel, so yes, she was a drug.
And I was about to get high on the rest of her.
Running my hands up her thighs to where my hoodie was, I skimmed them up her torso, taking the thick material with me until it was all gathered under her chin. I purposefully held off touching or looking at her tits again, wanting her to be rid of the garment before I did it. The problem was, I was afraid I’d take her hair with it if I wasn’t careful because I’d never had to do that with someone, especially not this drunk. Seeing the worry, she took over for me and pulled it over her head, dropping it off the side of the bed.
Then I looked at her breasts, palming the weight of them in both hands. My girl was petite, with curves that weren’t too much on her slight frame, but her breasts were more than a handful in my big hands.
“Christ, baby, they’re beautiful,” I muttered, skimming my thumb over the hard tip of her nipple and smiling when it tightened even more.
“They’re dumb. I hate them.”
Seeing that she meant it, I copied what I was doing with my right hand with my left. “Why? Women pay a lot of money to get theirs just like this.”
“Men assume I’m easy or a plaything because I’ve got big tits,” she huffed. “Or they think I’m a bi
mbo who’s got over-inflated fakes, so I don’t deserve respect. I take after my nan who’s got massive boobs, so it bugs me when people say stupid shit because of them.”
“Well,” I murmured, leaning down to gently flick my tongue over a nipple, “I don’t assume anything like that about you, and I think they’re beautiful. I also think they’re delicious,” I added, sucking on one lightly and enjoying the moan that it got from her. “And because they’re now mine, my opinion is the only one that counts, because if anyone treats you badly or says anything negative because of them, I’m the one who’ll kick their asses. Hard.” I punctuated the last word by sucking as hard as I could on it, smiling when I felt her shudder under me.
“I thought I was learning to hug your penis with my mouth?” she hissed, pushing her breast against me slightly like she didn’t want me to stop.
Not that I would, these were my new favorite things apart from Sadie.
Reluctantly letting it go, I nuzzled the valley between them. “I realized I was being selfish and that we should really focus on each other.”
Her hands came to my head, and I wasn’t sure if she was getting ready to pull my head back to kiss me again or holding me in place, but the slight scratch of her nails on my scalp was heaven.
“I wasn’t really thinking it was selfish because I was enjoying it, but I won’t argue with your new idea.”
While she spoke, I was already trailing the tip of my tongue across her chest to her other nipple, about to give it the same attention as the other one. I usually didn’t have the patience to play like this, but Sadie was anything but ordinary to me. It didn’t matter what it was, she created a normal for me that went against what I knew, and it opened up a whole new world for me.
Sadie Odessa Dahl wasn’t only my drug, but my new way of life.
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