Shooter (Burnout) (39 page)

“Yes! Best birthday ever!”

She poked him again. “But,” she said sharply. “I have more for you,” she told him and slid off the couch between his legs.

“Babe, I’m gonna need time to reload. We can’t all be like you.”

She shot him a look and hit him in the head with the pillow from the floor. Then she reached under the couch.

“Oh man. You’re not going to bean me with the Slugger, are you? I said I was sorry!”

She produced a small, wrapped gift and placed it on his lap.

“Hayley, you didn’t have to do anything else.”

“Just open it,” she replied, smiling. Chris ripped the paper and came up with a Stephen King novel. “It’s the one I told you about. The machines come alive. Very exciting.”

He chuckled. “It sounds really good. Thank you, Hayley. Really. Aside from a disturbingly older stripper the guys got one year, no one’s ever really given me anything before.”

She grinned. “Well, this should make up for a few of them, at least,” she declared. She delved underneath the couch again and came up with a larger gift. She plunked it into his lap.

He grunted. “Geez, Slick.”

“I hope you like this one,” she said. “I saw it on the shelf and I just grabbed it.” He unwrapped it and revealed a large coffee table book. The History of Harley Davidson. “You probably know all of that, but the pictures are really, really nice and it’ll look good on the table.”

He ruffled her hair as the flipped through the book. “I appreciate your high opinion of me, Slick, but I don’t know it all. This is really, really nice.”

“You like it?”

“I love it. Thank you.”

“Okay. One more,” she announced, digging deep under the couch.

“Hayley, seriously. This is more than enough. You don’t-”

“Shush. This is the big one,” she told him. And place another brightly wrapped rectangle on his lap after she took away the Harley book and set it on the table. It was smaller than the Harley book and as Chris tore the paper off, Hayley climbed up on the couch and snuggled in beside him.

“But really, Slick, you did plenty and you shouldn’t spend…Oh, my God.” Chris let the paper fall to the floor as he stared at an Illustrated Guide to the Kama Sutra.

Hayley leaned in and brushed her lips over his ear. “I marked some pages,” she whispered. She pulled his earlobe into her mouth and nibbled on it.

“Sassy, sassy little wench,” he murmured while checking out Slick’s favorites. One he had to turn upside down to get the full effect. “I don’t know, Slick.”

“Well, you might be getting too old for some of that, 34 and all, but most of them-”

“Too old?” he cried in mock indignation. “Too old? I am not too old, woman!” He tossed the book onto the floor and grabbed Hayley, pulling her into his lap. He began tickling her ferociously as she squealed. They collapsed into a heap against the new pillows. “I really love these pillows,” he told her.

“I knew you would,” she replied and tried to get up, but he held her in place. “I have to get up,” she told him. He pulled her closer. “No, really,” she said, laughing. “I have more stuff to do.”

“Slick, tell me there’s not more.”

“Not really. Just your birthday dinner.”

He grinned and held her tightly. “If you stay here,
you
can be my birthday dinner.”

“If we do page 162 you’ll be down there anyway. You can get a second dessert then.”

She wiggled her way out of his hold and headed for the kitchen.

“What’s my first dessert?” he called after her.

“We’ll get there,” she admonished.

Chris flipped through his new books as Hayley finished dinner and then sat down to an amazing steak and baked potato dinner. All the basics, but done better than he’d remembered having them before. Hayley ordered him to stay seated while she cleared their plates and returned with an amazing looking chocolate cake.

She set it down in front of him. “It’s real,” she assured him. “And it’s three layers. Chopped almonds on top and an almond cream filling. It took me all day,” she told him, beaming. She handed him a fork and a small plate but he grabbed her and pulled her into his lap. “Baby. This…is amazing.” He cut through the slice and brought a forkful to her lips.

“You should take the first bite,” she insisted.

“Babe, eat this cake or I’m gonna lay you out on this table and eat it off you.”

She squeaked a little and opened her mouth. He took the second bite. “Oh my god,” he groaned around his mouthful. “I’ve never had anything like it.” He swiped his finger in the frosting and wiped it on her neck, immediately licking it off her while she laughed. “Oh look. My baby
can
get sweeter,” he declared.

When he was finished, she tucked her head on his shoulder and said, “Happy Birthday, Chris.”

“This has been the best birthday ever,” he told her gently.

“I’m glad.” Then she giggled.

“What?”

“My old man is an old man.”

“Oh, that’s it!” he yelled. “
That is it!
” He stood up with Hayley in his arms and slung her over one shoulder as she shrieked. “You better hang on up there,” he told her.

“What are you doing? Don’t you dare drop me!” she cried.

Chris picked up the plate. “Need my cake,” he said and headed into the living room. He laid his arm across her legs as he balanced the cake plate precariously in one hand. “Need my instruction manual,” he informed her, picking up the Kama Sutra. “Need my old lady-”

“
Young
old lady,” she reminded him.

“Woman, don’t sass me! You’re lucky I have my hands full or I’d smack that ass.” Chris carried her into the bedroom, tossed the book, and then Hayley, onto the bed. “Get naked for me, baby,” he said. “Gonna eat some cake. Then I’m gonna eat some cake.” He watched Hayley strip for him, tossing her clothes onto the floor. He took a dollop of icing from the cake sitting on the nightstand and crawled up onto the bed with her. He swiped it over a nipple and then took it in his mouth.

She gasped and arched her back, pushing her breast into his mouth. He slid an arm underneath her and held her tightly. “Don’t come yet, baby,” he teased. “ ‘Cause I’m taking all night. Save it for the good stuff.” When her left breast was clean, he sat back on his heels and brought another bit of icing to the right side. “This is the best birthday cake ever,” he told her, kissing her deeply so she could taste her own confection. “Gonna need a bigger plate though.” He smacked her thigh. “Turn over.”

She gaped at him. “What?”

He grinned at her. “Turn over so I can eat some of this cake off your ass, Hayley,” he said matter-of-factly.

She stared at him. “Why would you-”

“My birthday,” he reminded her. “I get what I want on my birthday.”

***************************

Hayley couldn’t believe what he was saying. It was far too kinky for words, in her opinion. But he was right, it was his birthday. Hesitantly, she rolled onto her stomach but kept looking over her shoulder. She sucked in a sharp breath as he took a handful of her cake, that took her all afternoon to prepare, she thought somewhat angrily. He took his clean hand, thank God, and pressed it into her back, pushing her down gently. She finally acquiesced and he plopped the hunk of cake right down on one of her cheeks. She squealed.

“Don’t worry,” he told her, “I’ll save some for you.” His hand on her back held her firmly as she felt his tongue, his tongue!, trail up the curve of her bottom toward the pastry on top. He groaned happily. As promised, he paused in his enjoyment to run his chocolate-almond filling covered finger along her bottom lip. She licked it and then took it into her mouth, sucking it clean. It was really good, she thought to herself proudly. She giggled as Chris moved down returning to her bottom. He playfully bit her cheek. She moaned and tried to push back against him. “No, no, no,” he said softly. “Don’t come, baby. Not yet.”

Miffed, she said, “I’m not!”

“Excellent,” he said distractedly, licking off the icing.

Just before she could get really irritated, Chris slid his hand underneath her. “Up,” he ordered. “Up on your knees.”

Not sure where this was going but trusting him anyway, Hayley made it to her hands and knees on the mattress. “What are you- Chris!” she gasped as she felt the mattress move and looked back to see Chris moving to his back, placing his head directly underneath her.

“Time for you to ride my face,” he informed her.

Hayley felt her face turn pink. “Chris!” she admonished, embarrassed.

Chris slid his hands up her thighs and pulled her down. “Had your cream baby. Now I need your
cream
. You can come this time.”

Hayley scoffed. “Oh, I can? Oh, well thank you so-”

He raised his head and took a long swipe of her pussy with his tongue. Hayley forgot why she was mad. She sank down slowly, testing her position and when his tongue once again touched her, parting her and slipping inside, she closed her eyes and began rocking back and forth over his mouth. Chris groaned encouragingly. He swirled his tongue inside her, drawing out her juices. He had taken her mouth this way, licking and nibbling, and was no less merciless on her pussy. He pulled her down further and took her clit into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder. When his tongue pressed forward, touching her aching nub, her first orgasm ripped through her.

Chris slid out from underneath her and she struggled to catch her breath. She started to lie down but he had gotten up to kneel behind her and wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her up. “No, no, no. Stay with me, baby. Right here.” She whimpered a tired protest. He took each of her hands in turn and placed them on the edge of the headboard. “We’re not done, baby,” he murmured into her ear. His voice was deep and molten and she shivered at his words. She gripped the headboard dutifully. “Stay on your knees,” he told her and though her eyes were closed, she felt the mattress move and heard the nightstand drawer open.

She licked her lips in anticipation as she heard the tearing of the foil packet. In a moment, Chris was pressed up against her from behind, thighs against her own. He ran his hands up her back, to her shoulders, and down her arms, leaning against her. “Still with me, baby?” he asked in her ear.

Still slightly out of breath she nodded. “Yes.”

“That’s my girl,” he told her and she shivered again.

He slid his hand down her belly, through her curls, and gently rubbed her mound with his palm. With his other hand, he guided his shaft to her opening. When just the head was in, he gripped her hips and steadied himself. Hayley whimpered in frustration.

“You need me, baby?” he asked.

“Yes,” she breathed, gripping the headboard. “Yes.”

“What do you need?” he teased and Hayley actually growled at him.

“You! I need you!” she snapped. She could practically hear him grinning behind her. She tried to push back on him but he had a solid hold on her hips and she couldn’t move.

“
What
do you need?” he repeated, still teasing.

“Oh my God!” Hayley cried. “Fuck me! Fuck me with your cock!”

He chuckled. “Well, geez, Slick, you know you only have to ask.”

What little remained of Hayley’s composure snapped. “
You
-”