Bring Him Home

by Goode, Ella

  8

  Drake

  I brace myself with one hand on the stone in the shower, trying to control the lust that I can’t seem to get to go away even with the cold water raining down on me. I reach for my rock-hard cock and begin to jack off. All I can picture are those puffy lips and that crown of red hair. I stroke myself harder thinking about her sleeping in the spare room. I’ve done everything that I can think of to release this tension inside of me. I barely made it through showing her around her room. I got out of there as soon as I could and went straight to my gym to try to work out the need building up inside of me.

  Nothing I’ve done up until this point has worked. If anything, I am more jacked up than before. I punched the bag so hard that I almost knocked it from the stud it’s anchored into. I couldn’t get the lust to come back down. I tried running until my legs felt like jelly and began to give out. For a moment I thought I’d gotten myself under control until I started down the hallway toward my room. The smell of her sweetness drifted toward me and I found myself standing outside of her door. My hand was on the knob and I wanted to go inside to check on her. I hated how the room was so bare and lifeless compared to her. It made me regret not letting Charlotte decorate that room too. I never thought the space would be used. Now I can’t imagine her not in my space. It’s funny how quickly things change.

  When I showed her where she’d be staying I almost walked her straight to my room instead. The temptation rode me hard to suggest it but I didn’t want her getting the wrong idea. Oh, I want to fuck her but I don’t want her to think that’s all I want. She looked awfully disappointed when I told her she’d be sleeping in a bed alone. That look almost had me caving but I knew that this was the right thing to do for her first night. I’m not going to say that it’s going to last much longer than one night though. I don’t think that I’ll be able to have her that far away from me for too long. I want her soft body pressed into mine as she sleeps peacefully. I also want my cock deep in her pussy if I am being honest.

  I wrap my hand around my hard cock again. I’ll give it what it wants so badly but I’m not fucking happy about it. I’m not going to let myself enjoy it. I continue to angrily jack myself off. I close my eyes and try to imagine what it will be like the first time I spill my desire inside of her tight cunt. Will she want all of my cum inside of her or will she want to see and feel my hot cum spurt out all over her tight little body? I stroke myself harder.

  My mind drifts to her laughing, those big green eyes batting those long, thick lashes at me, how she’d let me feed her and taste her sweet mouth. I groan loudly as my mind flashes to her clinging to me after I gave her ass a slap. She was seeking my comfort. That had me feeling like a million dollars.

  I come. Hard. My whole body jerks and I grit out her name. I hate that it’s not her hand wrapped around me. I bet it would be so much softer. Even better would be those puffy pink lips. My cock is starting to harden again thinking about her taking me in her mouth and me coating her throat with my love. I hate that I came so hard with just my thoughts. I tried my hardest to not succumb to my desires but my cock just doesn’t care about the sensible stuff. The only positive thing is that this could maybe take the edge off. I know that I will probably be in a constant state of arousal for as long as she is here.

  I open my eyes, watching my cum swirl down the drain. It’s such a waste. I turn off the water. I stand there for a moment thinking about all the filthy fucking thoughts that I used about her to make myself come.

  “Holy fuck,” I mumble to myself, ripping the towel from the rack. I wipe myself off. My cock is still hard. I can’t stop thinking about being inside of her and releasing there. What that would mean—

  I look over at the mirror. “You’re a fucking bastard,” I tell myself, shaking my head. I flip off the light before heading into my closet to pull on some sweatpants and fall into my bed.

  I glance over to the other side of the empty bed, thinking about how bare it looks. I’ve never had that thought before now. Before today the idea of sharing a bed with someone made my skin crawl. Now the idea of not sharing my bed with her has me getting angry.

  I don’t know exactly when I fell asleep but movement has me waking up. I smell a hint of apples and I realize something is pressed up against me. My hips push forward and my hard cock presses into something. My eyes fly open at the realization that she’s crept into my bed. She looks like a beautiful angel and that red hair is splayed against my chest and pillow, her plump lips slightly parted.

  Her breaths are shallow but her ass is involuntarily pushing back on my hard cock that I don’t think ever went down. When I finally let my eyes travel farther down, I see that all that she’s wearing is a thin silky piece of nothing. What purpose does the thing even fucking serve but to try and kill me? I fucking groan as I continue to rub my dick into her ass. I don’t know why the fuck I decide to move my hand around her, making sure she’s tight to me.

  I can’t stop myself as my hand drifts lower, wondering if her panties are the same silky material as the little top thing she has on.

  It’s like I want to torture myself. I keep my hand on top of her panties, letting my finger slide back and forth. I can feel the wet spot that has formed there, her body telling me what it needs. I kiss her neck, rubbing it with the layer of my beard that has come in, hoping it marks her delicate skin for all to see.

  She moans, wiggling against me. It’s then I realize that I am not only kissing her neck; I am sucking. Making sure I leave a mark behind. I am like a randy fucking teenager trying to leave a hickey. I should feel shame or question why I’m doing the things I keep on doing, but right now all I want to think about is that lush ass. The way that it is wiggling against my cock has me going insane. If I didn’t know better I would think it had a mind of its own. I have a sneaking suspicion that it’s not acting alone in this.

  She’s awake and I wonder how long she has been. Here she had me believing that I was the one stealing small touches in the dark, yet she is the actual thief in this case. My girl is playing her own game. She seems to be playing to win but there will be no losers tonight. We will both be claiming a prize in this little exchange.

  “Did you need something, baby?” I ask her as I lick the column of her neck.

  “Oh my.” She breathes out. “I couldn’t sleep.” She wiggles again but this time it’s not to tease my cock but to get my hand where she wants it. My finger, which is still lazily stroking her panties, stops.

  “Let me rephrase my question. Is there something you want, baby?” I nip her ear after I ask. She stays silent for a moment. I think she’s going to clam up and not say anything.

  “I want you to take the ache away. It hurts,” she half whimpers. I suck in a breath at the innocence of her response.

  “I’ll take care of it for you,” I tell her. I did promise her father I would take care of her. I can’t leave her aching. “Spread those thighs. Show me you want this,” I tell her. She parts them a little. I want to grab them and spread her wide but I lock down some level of control. I need to go slow. If I do that I’ll end up taking this too far tonight. “I’m a big man with big hands. I need more room than that to play with your pussy.” She spreads her legs wider.

  She lets out the sexiest whimper. My cock jerks against her ass, enjoying the sound too. I feel myself make a wet spot in my sweatpants. This little girl is going to make me come all over myself. I know this as I slide my hand into her panties, finding her cunt bare to the touch. I want to flip her over and ask her who she shaved it for. I want to rip off that sexy little piece of nothing she has on and demand she tell me who the fuck she bought it for.

  When she moans my name in that soft, sexy voice of hers, I know I’m at her mercy. Fuck whoever else it might have been for. They lost their chance and they won’t be getting it back.

  Cum continues to leak from my cock as my fingers graze across her swollen, wet clit. “Is this what you wanted, baby?”

  “O
h—oh,” is all she can get past her lips.

  “So fucking wet.” I suck in a breath and I can smell her. I want so badly to take my fingers away and bring them to my mouth to taste the cream her body has produced for me. I focus on giving her pleasure. This is about her tonight, not me.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

  “There is nothing wrong with you,” I growl out. “You’re this wet because you need me to take care of you.” I give her neck another nip as I grind my cock up against her ass harder this time. “Say you need me to take care of you,” I demand as I drag my finger across her clit, making her little body jerk. She’s so fucking wet and needy I know that it will only take but a few more brushes of my fingers and she’ll be coming for me. I hate that it will be over so quickly but relish the fact that I’ve taken that ache from her. At least for now. I’ll make sure it isn’t the last one she has from me.

  “I need you.” She turns her head, her mouth seeking mine. I lean in, kissing her deeply as I give her what she needs. As I’m strumming her clit I feel a surge of jealousy creep into me. Has anyone ever touched her pussy? The thought has me seeing red.

  “Has anyone ever touched this needy little cunt before, Delilah?” The question pops out before I can even think about it.

  “Only you. It’s only ever been touched by you,” she gets out.

  This revelation makes my cock start to come in my sweatpants. I strum her clit faster, making her cry out into my mouth as her body jerks against mine. My cock finishes its orgasm the same time hers peaks. I’m sure my cum is soaking through onto her little silk nightie—marking her as mine now.

  Her body completely melts into me. She lets out a small sigh as her mouth pulls from mine. Her breathing evens out and just like that she’s fast asleep in my arms. I bring my fingers to my mouth, licking her tangy sweetness from them. Wishing I could bury my face between her thighs and lick up all of that wetness she was embarrassed about. She would soon realize that her arousal made me feel like a king. It was proof that I got her worked up to that point. Finding out that no one had touched that pussy before me had me feeling like I’d won the fucking lottery. I will be her first in everything. I want to pound the fuck out of my chest right now.

  I wrap my arms around her tightly, making sure she doesn’t try to slip from me in the night. I should get up and change my pants and clean myself up but I don’t move. Not giving a fuck.

  I really am fucked.

  9

  Delilah

  I fidget in the clothes Drake gave me this morning for my first day of work. I don’t feel like myself dressed like this. I glance over at him to see he is staring a hole into me. I turn my head to look out the window to watch all the people and buildings pass by. I hope this car ride is short. I’m not very good at holding a grudge for long. I’m trying to make an exception to that today. I’m focusing all of my energy on holding on to my anger at Drake’s actions this morning. Let’s see how he likes the silent treatment.

  “Are you not talking to me now?” Drake asks, sounding confused. When I awoke this morning he wasn’t in the bed. I was a mixture of relieved and sad about it, knowing that I’d have to face him at some point. I was still shocked at myself for crawling into his bed. I couldn't help myself. I swear it was as if there was a pull for me to go to him. I have a habit of jumping before I look and that’s what I did last night. Still, I understand that people can change their view on a situation once the morning light is shining on it. Drake not being in the bed with me when I woke up had me thinking that he regretted what we did together last night. He probably woke up this morning and realized what he had done. Tears prick my eyes at the thought of him getting out of bed as quick as he could to distance himself from me.

  I could hear him in the living room and it sounded like he was with the same woman from the night before. I slowly got up and tiptoed closer to the hallway door. I eavesdropped on their conversation for a minute before I decided to just rip the Band-Aid off and enter the living room. I strolled in there, not caring I was wearing just my panties and silky camisole. The green-eyed monster had crawled into me again once I’d heard that woman’s voice. I knew I looked good. I come from good country stock. I’ve never been ashamed of my body.

  Their heads whipped around once they heard me enter the living room. Drake looked pissed as he took in the state of my clothes. Charlotte’s mouth hung open in shock. When I glanced around the room, I saw it was piled high with what looked like boxes of clothes and shoes. Charlotte was now staring at Drake like she was pissed at him too. I overheard her telling Drake that it was ridiculous that he hadn’t let me pick out my own clothes. Charlotte and I momentarily shared a look of what the heck is wrong with this man? This chick was growing on me.

  I smirk, thinking about how I’m pretty sure Charlotte is Drake’s assistant but she’s now my ally. I can't be mad at the girl. She was just trying to do her job. Drake obviously made her job include getting me some new clothes. She did her best to select things for me. I’m all for women of different shapes and sizes but I have more hips and boobs than I know what to do with most days. I’m aware that some girls are built small all over. We all dress according to our body. Although I appreciated the fact that Charlotte hand-picked these clothes, they look more for her body type than mine.

  Charlotte is tiny all over, from head to toe, while I am curvy, with an extra side of booty. Ma always says I have baby-making hips. I’m starting to wonder if that’s true or not. As I stare out of the window all of the women we drive past are thin. They remind me a lot of the girls that I see on tv or in magazines. It is clear from the population around here that you didn't need my hips to be making babies. These girls are thin, yet this city’s population is bursting at the seams.

  “No,” I clip. I purse my lips ‘cause I don’t like lying. So I blurt out the truth. I don’t say everything but enough that I don’t feel bad about the lie. “I just don’t care to talk to you right now.” I fold my arms over my chest. I knew what the clothes were. He was trying to make me fit in and look like everyone else. I don't need to fit in. I am comfortable in my own skin. People shouldn’t have to fit into a certain mold. You should be whoever you want to be and that’s it. I’m not knocking people who enjoy dressing like this. It just isn’t the right fit for me. I think I am more upset at the fact that he was trying to make me into something I’m not. I’d gotten it into my head that maybe he was enjoying me because I was kind of different. I knew that was partly the reason why I was enjoying him. He is different than other people I’ve met.

  “Baby.” He says it so soft and sweet I almost melt into a pile of goo. My body instantly wants to crawl over and get in his lap, but I manage to control myself. I cut him a hard look that I’ve seen my Ma use on my dad before. My eyes meet his dark, handsome face, which does not help my anger in the least.

  “You want to talk about why you’re dressing me like Charlotte?” I throw out. You’d think I’d smacked him again with the look of shock that currently resides on his face. “You got a thing for her?” I raise an eyebrow, knowing I’m talking out of my ass. I knew he didn't have a thing for her per se. I got that message loud and clear last night and this morning with the way he was acting toward me. He couldn’t stop touching me and complimenting me in front of Charlotte.

  I put two and two together and figured out all of Charlotte’s gasping and looks of shock were because she’d never seen Drake act the way he’s been acting with me. That cooled some of my anger this morning while we got ready. It wasn’t too long before it festered back up, though. Each mile we drive in his fancy car is ramping up my negative mood. I’ve been sitting in an outfit that has me tugging at it constantly. I feel so self-conscious in these clothes that self-doubt is starting to creep in. I hate feeling uncomfortable in my skin and he has done that to me. So yeah, I am pissed off.

  “I don't have a fucking thing for her.” He looks at me like I’m crazy. “Besides, she’s only twen
ty—”

  “I’d stop right there.” I hold my hand up. “She’s older than me,” I remind him. His eyes rake over my body. I watch as he licks his bottom lip. My eyes can’t help but go there. My face heats, thinking about how he touched me last night. I clamp my thighs together but I can feel a little wetness there.

  “I know.” He grits his teeth together.

  “Can’t change everything about me.” I roll my eyes and look back out the window, trying to fight the sting that comes to my eyes. Why do I care what he thinks of me? I never in my life cared what someone else thought about what I wore or did.

  I feel his finger under my chin as he turns my head to look at him. I try to keep my eyes focused down so he doesn’t see the unshed tears.

  “I got the clothes because you’re coming to work with me.” He tells me what I already know.

  “Got that.” I try and turn my head back but he doesn't let me.

  “I don’t think you do because you wouldn’t be giving me the silent treatment if you did. I know the types of clothes you enjoy wearing, Delilah. This is not about me trying to make you look like someone else. It’s about my lack of self-control when I’m around you,” he says, lifting my chin so that I have no choice but to stare into his eyes. ”How the fuck would I get any work done today if I know you are in my building wearing those skin-tight jeans that fit your body like a glove?” He shakes his head. “I should have known these clothes wouldn't even help my situation. You could make flannel fucking hot.” His jaw goes tight. He takes my hand and places in on his hard cock. My eyes go as wide as saucers. My hand starts to rub him over his pants, wanting to feel what I’ve done to him, but he quickly drags it away.

  “Don’t start something we can’t finish, baby,” he says in a rough tone. “It’s already taking everything I have not to take my cock out and make you watch me jerk off.”