Wicked Flower (34 page)

“But I don’t get it. You had a
job. You stayed with Amanda.”

That was it. He loved talking
like this with her but he was done with the bath. “Come here, sweetheart. I’ll
tell you more but first you’re going to have to come with me.”

Stefan wrapped her in a jumbo
towel and grabbed one for himself. The way her eyes watched him so intently
kept his cock stiff. Rather than wrapping himself in the towel, he just dried
himself off then left his on the floor. He led her to the studio butt naked and
felt her eyes on him the whole way. His cock shot out in front of him, hard and
ready to finally make its way inside her.

“Here we are.”

“Your room with the padded
walls,” she said with a shy smile.

“None of that coy crap. I know
you better than that.”

“There’s no bed.”

“We don’t need one.”

He led her to the thick white rug
next to a rack made for his basses. He laid down first on his back. “I want you
to ride me again. That was so fucking hot. You had my cock so hard in the tub.”

“Had?”

She took him in her hand which
made her towel fall around them.

Then she lowered her head to take
the head of his cock into her mouth. “I don’t think so,” he told her, pulling
her up to his face. “You’re not tricking me like that again. The only place my cock
is hanging out tonight is inside you.”

“Inside me where, Hon?”

“You know where.” For some
reason, he didn’t want to say the P word. Never in his life had he not wanted
to say the fucking P word. “In here.” He inserted a couple of fingers inside
her and watched her jaw fall unhitched.

Dani pulled him by the wrist
until his fingers were outside of her. “You’re not getting in there until you finish
telling me about what we were talking about.”

He chuckled. Had she forgotten
where they’d left off too?

“That’s gonna have to wait. You
still haven’t made good on one of your promises to me.”

Her eyebrows pulled together and
he loved watching her think so hard.

“Let me help you out.”

Carefully, he wrapped his arm
behind her neck and maneuvered them until she was the one on her back with open
legs and spilling breasts. He kissed her nose and then licked his way down her
sides with his tongue and lips, always with his eyes open and on her face,
until he was there. The place he’d been desperate to taste since that first
day.

“This.”

He wanted his eyes locked on hers
but at this angle, couldn’t see her face for her baby bump. Stefan watched her
hands instead as they fished the white shaggy rug. That was just as telling. He
ran his tongue up the seam of her lips. Her grip loosened and then tightened
again when he licked her with his full tongue. Her flesh stuck to him as he
tongued her harder and deeper, adding his teeth. He kept his glance sideways on
her hands and smiled when her fingers stretched so wide the tendons and bones
of her hand showed.

“I want to suck you in and drink
you,” he said then blew over the moist pink skin of her pussy. There, he had
his favorite word back.

So quick he couldn’t follow, only
chuckle, her hands left the rug and clapped both sides of his head. “Ouch,” he
said.

Immediately her fingers combed
through his hair and she soothed and rubbed his head. “Sorry but you deserved
that,” she said and let out a sexy sigh.

“No I didn’t.” He smiled, knowing
she couldn’t see him doing it but confident she knew he was playing. He took a
second and left her wetness to lay a kiss on the inside of her thigh that kept
bumping the side of his head whenever he nibbled her. “But I liked it.” He
sucked the skin of her thigh in hard and kept at it until he knew he’d left a
little mark on her. She squirmed some more and her hands fisted in his hair but
the pain was the good kind and also reminded him how fucking hard he was for
her.

Stefan nuzzled his way back to
her sweet pussy. “Did I ever tell you about this girl who said I couldn’t make
her come?”

He heard her laugh. “I heard
she—”

But when he thrust his shoulders
up against the backs of her thighs, giving her legs no choice but to cradle his
head and pushed his face so hard up against her pussy and growled, she went
silent. Except for one little nearly orgasmic mewl. He then reached his arms
around her hips and held her immobile at her sides while he engorged himself on
her, sucking and kissing so hard and furiously like he’d been starving.

“Stefan—I”

There would be no answer for her
now because he wasn’t relenting. His tongue felt too good swirling inside her
the deeper he went, the harder he pushed his face and the more he worked his
mouth on her. Every time he swallowed, he knew he was taking bits of her inside
him. After he was done, her pussy would smell like him and he would smell like
her.
Don’t you ever let anyone else in this
spot, Dani, my spot.
He’d never cared about that with anyone else.

He could have gone on all night
but after only a few more thrusts of his tongue, she began to climax. He let
her hips buck wildly up into his face as he continued to hold her by the hips.

“I was wrong, so wrong,” she
cried out and fisted his hair so tight in her small hands.

He still couldn’t talk because he
knew it was coming and would not miss it. And finally he had it, not the
virginal popping of a cherry but the heady womanly gushing when all her body
knew to do in that split second was bundle up and explode. Different from the
taste of the moisture that coated her outer folds, this little drop of pure sex
burst onto his tongue. He relaxed and held still, letting it absorb into his taste
buds. It wasn’t sweet. He had no taste for that. This was Dani. That was the
only way to describe it. People didn’t try to describe salt any other way than
to call it salty. It was the same with a woman’s pleasure burst. He let his
forehead fall against her soft mesh of short dark hairs and hugged her legs
against the sides of his head while he came back down to planet earth.

“Ahem, so what were we talking
about, sweetheart?” he whispered and kissed the mark he’d left on her inner
thigh, branding her as his.
 

“Um, Amanda’s parents…” Her neck
stretched again. He continued caressing her with his fingers, aware she liked
his rough touch, even though he was being gentle now. He was about to have his
own orgasm just watching her enjoy his touch freely for the first time. He
realized now how much she’d been holding back in at the truck stop.

“For the record, I’ve never
talked this much during sex. You’re amazing, sweetheart.” Stefan was in no way
done with her but didn’t mind the breaks for sharing with her. It was stuff she
needed to know. He kissed his way up her body. She searched for his hand until
he squeezed hers in his. “But yeah, what parent in their right mind is going to
trust a kid with their baby girl? I wouldn’t have either. Amanda lost the baby.
The last time I talked to her was about a month later. She told me things
probably wouldn’t have worked out. Shit, she was probably right but I never got
the chance to prove her wrong.”

“I’m so sorry,” Dani said in that
voice of hers that soothed him. The climax had relaxed her features and left
her his favorite shade of flushed.

Talking about this shit, he knew
he was getting a lot off his chest. He couldn’t believe she was letting him go
on and on about his past while he began to finger her again. He couldn’t help
it.
 

“Yeah well we were young,” he
said and maneuvered his ring finger in search of her asshole while continuing
to rub circles at her very wet clit. She was so wet and his chest fired off
knowing he’d gotten her that way.

Fuck, was she for real? He toyed
with pushing his finger inside her ass and felt her wet lips still spasm and squeeze
against his fingers. He was so close to orgasm but he couldn’t let himself
shoot off until he was buried deep inside her.

“Young. I guess. And your dad?
Can you talk about that?” There was no guessing, she’d just panted that
question out.

Stefan stopped. He had to finish
off this conversation and then make real, explicit love to her. She looked at
him and frowned when he pulled his fingers away from her openings. So slick and
ready for more from him.

“Almost, sweetheart. Let me just
finish this up and then no more talking. What else can I really say? Dad fell in
love with someone who wasn’t Mom.” He petted her hair back from her face and
gazed, yeah he gazed like the whipped little dick he was but he didn’t care. “He
actually told me he was leaving about a year before it happened. That he loved
my mom but not that way anymore.” Dani petted his face and his hair and the way
she looked at him. Fuck. She cared about him. “But he told me straight up that
he wasn’t going to leave until Mom finished her college degree. That way she’d
always have her education and would always be able to support me in case he
fell off the face of the earth, I guess. It was so fucking strange to know
that. I fucking had this countdown going. Like when kids used to make
countdowns to Christmas.”

“You were only seventeen and your
dad made you deal with that crap? Unbelievable.”

“Dani, I know it sounds crazy,
but my whole life I’ve respected him for what he did. But yeah, it makes me
wonder if I’m fucked up in the head. Or shit, in the heart.”

“No. I don’t think you are. I
think your dad, like you said, cared about your mom but then fell out of love
with her and rather than stay in a marriage without passion, chose to make a
change. Stefan, if you were ever in a relationship and you stopped being crazy
in love with that person, I hope you would do something about it. It would
break my heart for you to be stuck in a situation like that. I wouldn’t want
that for you. Even if the other person in the relationship was me. Your dad
wasn’t a bad guy. And neither are you for loving him.”

Just like that, his heart settled
in his chest.

He was done playing the game.

He wiggled down into the comfort
of the thick rug, then pulled her up on top of him. God, her breasts fell so
naturally on either side of her chest, all real and all for him. He never
wanted to touch another pair again. Hers were perfect and he wanted them in his
mouth. Stefan slid her down his stomach and then lifted her up by the hips to
settle her down on top of him when he remembered something very significant.
“Sweetheart, I fucking almost forgot the condom.”

She smiled so wide and bright
that he nearly shot his seed into the crack of her ass where his erection
currently sat a happy yet horny and desperate camper.

“What?” he asked, amazed by the
brilliant smile gleaming from her right now. He held her face with his eyes as
he helped her climb back down his body and then slowly perched herself over his
rock hard yet still uncovered cock. “Hey, let me up. I meant it when I said I’d
get a condom for you.”

“Stefan.” She said his name and
he came that much closer to losing it. “I don’t have much, but this one thing I
can give you. You know you don’t need a condom with me.”

Fuck, he swallowed at the way she
looked so vulnerable, offering him this gift. “Sweetheart, are you sure?”

“You can’t get me pregnant and I
trust when you said you’ve always covered up. I’m not worried about what you’ve
done in the past.” Her brown eyes always reminded him of a doe. Sometimes
pissed and sometimes hysterical with laughter but always true. And fuck, she
was right.

“Then ride me, sweetheart.”

His hands released their tight
hold keeping her up and she wiggled until her opening was lined up with his
cock. He ground his molars when she slid down him, slowly allowing her body to
stretch and fit him. “Fuck, I’m all the way in. You’re so tight.” He of all
people appreciated why that was. She was a good girl and didn’t share herself
with just anyone.

“I’m not usually on top. Do you
like this?”

She rode him in the cutest frog
position. “I do. Very much,” he said and couldn’t help but smile. He’d bet her
thighs were screaming but she took it like a woman. His woman. Their pleasure
rose and broke together and when he came, she came. He squeezed her thighs,
knowing she needed help soothing the burn.

She whispered and crawled like a
slinky cat until his cock slid out of her and she straddled him, her knees
hugging the sides of his ribs. A few moist drops, probably his cum but he hoped
some of hers too, dripped from her pussy onto his stomach, making him ache to
lick her belly clean. Her face was inches from his. Her elbows dug into his
chest so she could keep herself propped up and he loved that she wasn’t
embarrassed to let her weight rest on him like this. “You don’t ever have to
wear another condom again. Not when we make love, and most definitely not when
we fuck.”

Her bottom lip tormented him
tucked between her teeth. His heart thumped with pride and possession that this
woman was his. They’d make it all work because he’d finally found the one he
could be so very bad and so very good to.

 
“Sweetheart, you win.”