29. Ash

TWENTY-NINE

"So," I say, my voice low for fear of disturbing the delicate dance of Sunday's performance. Not the kind of dance like last week. This one is far deadlier. "How has she not tried to kill you yet?"

Sunday scoffs as she clips the last three nails on Alice's foot before letting the hissing bird run away. "Trust me, she's tried." She points to the boy who's consoling Alice. "One day, Wade will be doing this, or I'll have a house where Alice can run outside and dig so the nails won"t be a problem." I watch her clean up and wash her hands. "Fun way to spend your Friday night, huh?" she laughs before handing me a beer.

"Yeah," I smile as I twist the top off. "So, about our date, did you want to pick the outing, or should I?" Sunday takes a sip of her own beer as she shrugs.

"I asked, so you pick." She grins, and I smirk while nodding my head.

"Well, I was thinking this Sunday we could get fast passes for the amusement park and spend the day there." Sunday pulls her leg up to rest her head on her knee. I watch as Wade sets Alice down and walks into the kitchen to wash his own hands.

"Yeah, that could be fun. The whole day, though?"

"What?" I laugh. "Are you two going to be bored with me after an hour or something?"

I watch as Sunday and Wade both stiffen before looking at each other, neither speaking.

"What?" I ask slowly. "Did I figure out your plan or something?"

"What do you mean ‘you two'?" Sunday asks, and I use my finger to gesture between her and Wade.

"You and you."

"But…" Wade looks from his mom to me. "It's a date; you should want to do that with Mom." I take another swig of my beer and shrug.

"I do want to go on a date with your mom, but I want to go with you, too. You're a package deal. Besides, given how your mom acted with flyboarding, I feel like I'm going to need a buddy to ride with on the bigger coasters." I watch Wade fight a smile before he can no longer hold it back.

"Mom!" He runs over and looks at the stunned woman. "Can I really go?" Sunday, apparently still at a loss for words, nods, causing Wade to cheer. Wade runs over to me and gives me a hug, throwing me off guard, before running to his room.

After a silent moment, I finally regain my composure and look at the wide-eyed woman. "Did I do something wrong?" I ask hesitantly. I watch her set her beer down before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the apartment. She opens the door to mine and looks around.

"Where's Indy?" she asks.

"At Ren–Oof," Sunday jumps on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and pressing her lips to mine. I stumble backward, my back hitting the wall as her tongue plunges deep into my mouth. I groan as my one hand goes to cup her ass, and the other grabs the back of her head. Spinning around, I push her against the wall and break the kiss just long enough to rip her shirt off with a flourish. I toss it over my shoulder before lifting her up higher so her bouncy tits are level with my face.

"Jesus Christ, your tits are so perfect I feel like I need to bow my head and give thanks." Her chuckle is breathy as she arches her back.

"You don't think they're too small?" she asks softly. Sure, Sunday has a petite chest, but I don't think they're too small. They're perfect. I love that my hands can consume, dominate, and own.

"Sweetheart," I groan as my tongue flicks over her piercing, causing her to gasp out a moan. "There's nothing about you I don't find completely addictive." I bring one nipple into my mouth while stroking and tweaking the other with my hand. Her cries and moans cause my dick to throb in my jeans. Fucking hell, I need to fuck her.

"Wait," she pants as she stops my hand from going into her pants.

"Why?" I groan, instantly becoming annoyed.

She chuckles as she wiggles out of my hold. I'm reluctant at first, but I let her go. "We can't have sex; I started my period this morning."

I scratch my eyebrow with my thumb. "Sunshine, I could give two shits if you're bleeding. Unless it bothers you, it's not a reason for me to stop."

"While I appreciate that you're willing to fuck while I'm on my period, the first couple of days, I don't like being touched down there."

I nod, trying to hide my disappointment. "Fair enough. You want a hot pad?" Before I know what's happening, Sunday pushes me against the wall again before dropping to her knees. "What–" I watch as she looks up at me while making quick work of my belt and zipper. My cock springs free and I stare hungrily at her as her slender hand wraps around the base while her tongue darts out and skims the underside from root to tip. "O-oh my fucking god," I groan out as the head of my cock slips between her plump lips.

"Sunday," I moan as she takes me in a little further, sucking and flicking her tongue against my tip. "Sweetheart…fuck…" I pant, having to stop myself from thrusting my hips and ramming my cock down her pretty throat. She pulls back and looks up at me, her lips wet and red.

"Are you going to fuck my throat or just continue to play timid?" I pant out a laugh.

"Sunshine… I don't want to gag you."

"Why not?" she asks, cocking her head to one side. I watch her eyes go round and innocent as she licks the bead of pre-cum off my tip. "I want you to gag me," she murmurs. "I want you to grab me and fuck my face until you explode down my throat."

"This is a dream," I breathe as I stare at her, eyes wide, cock rock hard. She smiles before running her tongue over the tip of my head.

"Come on, fuck my mouth… please," she pants, and that's all it takes. I grip the back of her head tightly.

"Tap my thigh, and I'll stop," I say seriously before sliding myself into her mouth slowly, evidently, too slowly because Sunday grips my ass and shoves me into the hilt. She gags, and I give her a low chuckle as I look down at her watery eyes. "Talked an awful big game to be choking already, sunshine." Her eyes narrow, causing tears to fall. She takes a second to get comfortable before I feel the sucking and her tongue wiggling and pressing on the underside of my dick.

"Shit," I hiss out while withdrawing myself before thrusting again. Her gags turn to moans as I grip her head and drive myself into her mouth over and over again. I feel her hand slide off my thigh, and I'm about to stop when–

"God damn it! Fuck!" I cry out in a near whimper as her hand cups my balls and she starts fondling and massaging them in a way that makes me nearly collapse. She moans as I thrust again and again, her moans and whimpers cheering me on. "Fuck," I growl out through a pant. "I'm gonna… Sunday." She takes my dick down her throat fully as I growl out loudly, coming into her mouth. I rest my head against the wall as she continues to slurp and suck, making sure I'm completely clean when she pulls back.

"Oh my god," I whisper, and she gives me a small smile. "I don't know what I did to make you do that, but please tell me so I can do it every day for the rest of my fucking life." Sunday chuckles as she stands up and heads to my fridge, grabbing a bottle of water.

"I'm not going to tell you that," she says between drinks. "But I do hope you continue to do it. I will gladly give you that as a thank you." She winks before looking for her shirt. When she reaches down, I notice the red string around her wrist, and I know exactly what it's from. It's the red yarn I grabbed from Indy's crochet stuff to tie Sunday's bag of Starbursts. I wanted to see if she remembered what I told her about it. And now, it's on her wrist. Shit.