Monster (9 page)

"All right," she said, giving me a crooked smile. "You said something about my lips on your cock?"

"Fuck, yes."

She leaned forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue on the sensitive underside.

"Oh, shit," I gasped, grabbing her hair to steady myself.

I quickly let go, and she shook her head and pulled herself off my dick.

"What's the point of a blowjob without grabbing my hair?" she asked. "Put your hand back."

"You're gonna kill me," I told her, and was rewarded with her looking up at me, blue eyes laughing at me. It was one of the most beautiful goddamn sights I could imagine.

She returned her attention to what she was doing and set about destroying me with her mouth.

Every inch of my cock got her attention, even if she couldn't deep-throat it. She sucked and nibbled, licking the taste of her own pussy off my dick, looking like she enjoyed every minute. No part of me was neglected, she even bent to lap at my balls, one at a time, while she worked my shaft with her hand.

Fucking amazing.

I kept my hand in her hair, tightening it when something felt particularly goddamn amazing, but trying to keep it gentle.

She didn't seem to mind when I wasn't, though.

So gorgeous.

So amazing.

I had to make her mine.

Suddenly, she sucked the head of my cock again, working the shaft with both hands, humming around me.

It felt so fucking amazing, it pushed me over the edge.

"Oh, fuck," I said, trying to pull her off my cock.

It didn't work.

She swallowed every drop of my cum and stretched out, looking as smug as the cat who swallowed the cream - which, I guess, she was.

"Bet satisfied?" she asked.

"Fuck," I moaned. "Yeah. Bet satisfied. You win."

I was surprised to hear her laughing, the sound clear and bright, making me want to join in.

"I lost," she pointed out. "Don't you remember? I couldn't guess how long your cock was."

"Yeah, but that blowjob was... fuck, you win. You win everything."

Her grin made me return the smile, as I stared at how bright her eyes were, how full of life and humor and cheer.

I found myself not wanting to miss out on anything those eyes had to tell me.

"That was amazing," she said. "Are you always that good?"

"I haven't heard any complaints," I said.

"Good, then we might have to do it again," she said. "If you're up for it."

Fuck, was I up for it? I didn't think I could stand the thought of never fucking her again, never sliding into her velvet depths, never making her moan and gasp for me again.

"I think I might be," I drawled.

"Okay, then," she said.

I watched her hips move, the globes of her amazing ass shift and tremble as she stood up, wiping her body down unselfconsciously with the shirt I'd taken off her.

"I need a shower," she said. "Want to join me?"

It only took me about two seconds to stand up and strip, revealing my body to her for the first time, even after we'd fucked.

"Damn," she said, eying my half-hard cock. "You're a grower and a show-er, aren't you? I've never seen a cock that big out of porn."

I shrugged.

"It works for me," I said. "I don't know any different."

"Do you get a lot of women running away from it, maybe returning with pitchforks and torches?" she asked.

I found myself laughing as I followed her to the shower.

"I won't say I've never heard concerns," I said. "I usually have to take plenty of time getting a woman ready for it, get her desperate to be fucked before I so much as slide the head in. Sometimes I can't go all the way deep, but it's still fun."

"I'll bet," she said. "You're swingin' a lot of pipe."

The hot water felt good on my aching muscles after a long day of work.

"You didn't seem to have any problems with it," I pointed out.

She snorted, and I felt a wave of concern. Had I hurt her after all? Usually I teased a woman for at least half an hour, stretched and prepared her before I claimed her with my cock.

"I'm sore," she admitted, "No regrets, though. Totally worth it."

I pulled her to me, making sure it wouldn't put the spray in her eyes. I tilted her face up to kiss her lips, softly, gently.

"I don't want to hurt you," I said. "Tell me if it's too much, we can always stop and find other things to do."

"You're talking like we're gonna do this again," she said, looking saucy.

"You said we might, and I'd love to," I said.

"I would, but on one condition," she said.

Pause. I waited.

"We're not dating, okay?" she said. "I mean, we can go on dates. Watch movies. Have sex. I'm cool with all of that, but I want to keep it casual. There's no way I want anything serious right now."

"So, all of the sex and fun of a relationship, none of the commitment and work?" I asked.

She quirked an eyebrow at me.

"Basically."

"I think I can live with that," I told her, swatting her gently on the ass.

"Good," she said. "I mean it. If you get all... if either of us starts to get attached, I'm breaking it off."

"Sure thing, but why so serious about it?" I asked, getting out of the shower and grabbing one of her towels for myself and one for her.

"I'm busy," she said. "I have Urso and my business, and that's more than enough, I don't have enough hours in the day already."

"Suits me fine," I said. "I told you, I'm not the type to settle down."

"Perfect," she said, poking me in the chest. "Stick to it."

I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say to prove that I wasn't interested in getting tied down to anyone. It wasn't my style at all. Just the thought made me want to get in my truck and drive a thousand miles away.

By myself.

If she wanted no-strings-attached fun, she picked the right guy.

Even if it were Annie? A traitorous part of me asked myself. Even if it were Annie who wanted to tie you down? Could you really say no to waking up beside those bright eyes every morning?

I tried to think about something else.

-Annie-

"So, I thought about it," I said the next day, leaning against the fence at the dog park, "And I realized that your idea might have had some merit."

"Yeah?" Carol said. "Clear out the cobwebs?"

I hoped I wasn't blushing.

"Something like that," I said. "My neighbor came over and we spent some time together. Nothing serious. No commitment. Just what I needed."

"Girl, you got laid, but you didn't get the message," she said, elbowing me in the side. "You got the sex part down, but come on. You need friends. You need a boyfriend. You need a church. You need something else going on in your life."

I rolled my eyes.

"I have you and Heather and Urso," I said. "I have a friend with benefits now. I've started going out doing SAR training with some other handlers. I'm building a friggin' community, okay?"

"Okay," she said, sounding completely doubtful. "I'm sure."

We paused to watch as Ollie made a flying leap over Urso, bunching up and springing in a show of his grace and fitness and joy to be alive.

"Was it good?" she asked. "He know how to use his dick?"

"Carol!" I said.

"I'm older than you, but I'm not dead, girl," she said. "How about it? Man know how to give you what you needed?"

"And how," I said. "He has a porn star cock and he's in great shape. Took his time, had fun with it. Made sure I enjoyed myself too."

"Good," she said. "Maybe I'll stop by and get to know him myself."

I felt a pang at the idea.

Somehow, despite everything I'd been saying... I didn't like the thought of Quinn with someone else. I wanted him to be with me, and me alone.

"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled. "Get a magic wand like everyone else."

"Magic wand?" she asked.

"Oh. Um," I said.

It had never occurred to me that Carol might not have heard of the Hitachi toy.

"Spit it out," she said. "We've been friends for a year, and neither of us are prudes. You're not gonna appall me."

"It's a hundred-dollar vibrator," I said. "It's amazing. It plugs into the wall and has a motor like a blender. I tossed out all my other toys a few months after I got it. You can buy attachments."

Her laugh was loud and shameless, and almost made me blush.

"I might have to buy that," she admitted. "Sounds like a pretty damn good idea to me. No one likes a wussy vibe."

"Damn straight," I said.

"Have you been to our new local naughty store?" she asked. "Opened by a woman, you know. Not totally sketchy like the place by the post office."

I knew the place she was talking about. It had no windows and way too much neon. I'd thought about stopping in once or twice, but it was pretty much the opposite of welcoming. I was pretty sure it had glory holes or peep shows or something else trashy and vaguely unsanitary.

I wondered if Quinn had ever been to a place like that.

"No," I said. "I mean, I'm all for supporting local businesses... but if you buy your toy from Amazon, you don't have to look anyone in the eye. It comes right to your door in a nice, discreet box."

“Every time I see people with boxes from Amazon from now on, I plan to assume they're something dirty,” she said. “That'll make life a lot more fun.”

Her plan had a fatal flaw.

“That works until your family orders something,” I pointed out.

She shrugged.

“Into each life, some rain must fall,” she quoted philosophically.

“Your dog isn't doing his job, dammit,” I said, changing the subject pretty deliberately. “If he doesn't pick up his pace, Urso won't get worn out, and I'll have to actually exercise myself.”

“It's not Ollie's fault you have more dog than anyone needs. You should have gotten a nice manageable dog in a smaller package,” she said. “Like my little gentleman.”

Our laughter scared birds from the nearby trees.

Ollie was a border collie mix. Fearsomely intelligent, always bored, and never stopped moving. Urso may have been twice as big and a little younger, but Ollie could literally run circles around him.

Even though Carol's pup was a nice dog, I was relieved that Urso was calmer. He was actually content to lie on a rug in the evening and doze.

Made my life a hell of a lot easier, for sure.

After a few minutes, I joined the dogs in the pen, bringing some tennis balls with me.

Time to really wear them out.