Chapter 4

chapter

four

Jared

Sometimes if I've met some buddies at Ace's bar and grill and I've had one too many beers, I go back to the shop and sleep on the old sofa I keep in the back room. I live a few miles outside of town, and I'm not drunk by any stretch—I think I'd get alcohol poisoning before that would happen—but I am tired. Too tired to drive well on dark country roads with suicidal deer.

But as soon as I step into the back door of my shop, I know something's not right.

First of all, I hear music. It's not particularly loud, but it's definitely coming from the maze of shelving to the right of this area we use like a break room. Secondly, I see clothes tossed on the very couch I was planning to sleep on. Women's clothes.

Fury burns through my body. I'm going to fucking kill her if she brought a man here to fuck in my damn store. I storm forward to find her and whatever fuckboy she's brought into my goddamn domain. My hands flex at my sides.

Then I hear her giggle. My head turns to the area where the sound came from and I nearly swallow my tongue.

She is a curvy goddess wearing nothing but tiny scraps of hot pink fabric. It looks silky to the touch. She looks silky to the touch.

I move without realizing it until I'm standing behind her. There's no one else here that I can see, and she's clearly working on something, perched up on that ladder. Her plump ass wiggles as she moves to the music, which sounds like a burlesque version of You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch .

Her hands grip the sides of the ladder and she bends slightly, still dancing.

I'm not sure what is happening right now. Why is she practically naked and dancing on a ladder in my store?

Maybe I hit my head on the way here and I'm actually unconscious on the street. This is clearly just a fantasy I'm having while my brain hemorrhages.

I reach down and palm my dick that is painfully pressing against my blue jean zipper. That erection sure feels fucking real. Goddammit, she's even better than I'd imagined.

She makes a noise and then her balance wobbles. I'm next to her in a second. Our eyes meeting briefly in the round safety mirror. Then my arms catch her and pull her the rest of the way off the ladder. I've got her cradled against my body like she's everything I've ever dreamed of.

Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wide as she peers up at me. I want to press her against the wall and tear her plump little body apart with my lips and teeth.

I should put her down, but as I spin us away from the ladder, my hands grip her soft flesh. When I realize I'm very nearly squeezing her ass, I set her down.

I pull off my backwards ball cap and rub my head before I put the hat right back where it was.

"What the fuck are you doing here? And what are you wearing?" I snap.

Her shoulders slump slightly, but her chin tips up in defiance. "You don't have to make fun of me."

Goddamn. It's so hard not to look at all her exposed skin. So much on display. I can see pale skin in my periphery, but I keep my fucking eyes on her face. She's not even wrapping her arms around herself, not even attempting to cover her skin.

"I wasn't making fun," I say. "It's dangerous to be on a ladder without anyone else around. If I hadn't been here to catch you, you could have hit your head and died."

Her hands fist at her rounded hips. "Well, if I hadn't seen you grab your dick over your jeans, I wouldn't have gotten distracted and nearly fallen!"

Defiance flares in her eyes. I lose the battle in that moment. My gaze drops to the bright pink bra that hugs her large, perfect tits. Lowers still to the indentation of her waist that leads to the thick flare of her hips. She wears matching pink panties that have some kind of strap design encircling her body right below her belly button. Her creamy thighs touch, hiding her sweetness from me. I want to part them, run my hand over the panel of silky fabric covering her pussy to see if she's wet.

Is she shaved bare, or neatly trimmed? Will the hair match the pale blonde on her head?

"Is that why you were grabbing yourself?" she asks, her voice breathy. "Do you like what you see, big guy?"

My nostrils flare, but I have no response.

She steps closer to me, then boldly reaches out and runs her palm over my denim clad erection.

I groan, then grab her wrist.

"Don't tease me, Audrey."

"It's not teasing."

"Who the fuck did you put that on for anyways?"

"For me," she says.

That pleases me. Knowing she dresses for herself.

She lifts a shoulder, drawing my attention back to her breasts. "I like wearing pretty underwear."

My mouth goes dry. "You always have stuff like this on underneath your regular clothes?"

She nods. "Yes, though it's not cheap so my sets don't always match because I buy them when they're on sale."

I nearly reach into my wallet and hand her my credit card. Buy the whole fucking store , I want to tell her.

Her fingers curl against my hardness. "Please, Jared."

My gaze flies to her face. Her lips are parted and her eyes are nearly black with desire.

"What do you need?" I find myself asking.

She reaches behind her, unhooks her bra, then lets the pink fabric fall off her shoulders. Her breasts are heavy, the palest of pink colors her hard little nipples.

"Touch me. "

I grab her hand and bring her out of the shelving, back to where the sofa sits conveniently waiting. I've only ever used it for sleeping when I don't want to drive home. I sit on the piece of furniture, it groans under my weight.

I grip her hips and pull her forward until she's straddling my lap. I have so many things to say, but I don't want to break whatever spell we're under.

My hands slide up her torso to her naked tits, weighing them in my palms. I'm a big guy—tall and broad with hands that can easily palm a basketball. The full weight of her breasts filling my hands makes me growl.

I scrape my thumbs across her beaded nipples, and she arches into my touch, whimpering.

I'm going to come in my fucking pants. Whatever. I just want to touch her. Bring her pleasure. Watch her come undone.

Then she leans against me and her lips are on mine. I stop breathing as she licks into my mouth. Once our tongues touch, I can breathe again. As if this kiss resuscitates me. Surges life back into my charred, withered soul.

I unleash myself on her then, kissing her with every ounce of pent-up desire I've harbored for this woman the last three years. She is the air I breathe. The very life blood flowing through my veins.

She squirms in my lap, then drags one of my hands to the front of her panties. I might not have a lot experience, but I don't need further instructions.

I slide my thumb against the front panel of her underwear and she's wet through the fabric. I growl into her mouth, intensifying our kiss while moving my thumb across her silk-covered clit.

Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, and she bucks against my hand. She breaks our kiss, her breath mingling with mine as she rests her forehead against mine.

"Jared," she whispers. "Oh God." Then she breaks and her body shudders against me as she comes.

It's fucking gorgeous. She's fucking spectacular.

"Panties off," I growl.

She raises to her knees and peels them off.

I shift our positions so I'm laying back on the couch and she's still straddling me.

"On my face. Gotta taste you." I unfasten my jeans to give my dick some breathing room, but I don't think it'll help. It feels impossibly hard, like I'll never not be hard again.

"What?" she asks, her voice unsure.

" Kn?del, sit on my face. Now."

Her knees come up beside my ears. I wrap my arms around her legs, hugging her to my head. God, she smells amazing.

She's apprehensive as she moves towards me, but I grab her body and slam her pussy down on my mouth, my tongue immediately breaching her tight channel.

Maybe I really am dead because this is fucking heaven. I want this every day for the rest of my life. This woman on my face, riding out her pleasure.

I swirl my tongue up and around her clit and she mewls in response. One of her hands threads through my hair, holding my head in place. Then she rocks herself against me.

"It's so good, Jared"

My name on her lips sounds like a prayer.

"Your beard. Your lips and tongue. Fuck, even your nose. I'm not going to last," she says.

"Fucking come in my mouth. I want every last drop. Drown me, Kn?del."

I suck her clit into my mouth.

"Coming," she moans.

And she does, her orgasm drenching my beard. I lap at her until she collapses down on my chest. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close me.

I desperately want to fuck her. To slide inside that hot, wet pussy and pound into her until my balls are drained. But I refuse to ask for that. This was about her pleasure.

Then I feel her hand slide into the front of my boxers and I freeze.

When her fingers brush against my cock, she gasps.

"Oh my," she says. She leans up and looks down into my face with a crooked little smile. "What have we got here."

I squeeze my eyes closed. "We don't need to."

"Oh we most certainly do," she says. She stands from my body, then looks down at my tented underwear. "How do you walk around with that thing?"

"It's not normally like that," I grit.

"Are you telling me you're a grower, not a shower? Because that thing is enormous." Her hands go to my waistband, pulling it up and down. "I've got to see it."

"Yes, my dick, the freak show." I open my eyes to watch her.

One finger slides against the precum beading on the tip. I hiss through my teeth.

"Not a freak show, big guy. Just a big, gorgeous dick."

I snort. "Seen a lot of them, have you?"

"Not in the flesh. Just this one. But I've watched enough porn."

"You have?"

"Sure," she says with a shrug. "Who hasn't?"

I watch her try to wrap her hand around my girth, but her fingers don't touch. This is the part where she's going to freak out and leave. Tell me there's no way it'll fit and she'll run out of the door.

Instead, she surprises the hell out of me by leaning forward and fitting the whole head in her mouth.

"Audrey," I groan as her tongue sweeps across my frenulum. "Goddammit, your mouth is so sweet. Look at how you take me. Such a good fucking girl."

She moans, then releases me with a pop. Then she's straddling me again, lining up that perfect pink hole with my monster cock. She doesn't question, just lines us up and starts sinking down.

I grab her hips.

"I've been so empty for so long, Jared."

"I'll fill you up."

"Yes," she breathes.

"You're not worried I'm going to hurt you? Tear your pretty pussy apart?"

She shakes her head, it forces her body down another inch. "Not worried, but yes, tear me apart."

"It's gonna hurt," I warn, giving her another chance to change her mind. Already, I'm ready to blow my load. Her slick heat is engulfing the head of my dick and it's the best thing I've ever felt.

"I want it. Fill me." She rocks herself on me, bouncing and lowering herself even more.

I look into her gorgeous hazel eyes. "You sure?"

"Do it, Jared, fuck me. Break me. See just how much of a good girl I can be."

"Fuck," I groan. Then I tighten my hands on her hips and jerk myself up, disappearing inside her all the way to the hilt. I might already be coming, but I don't fucking care. I search my girl's face, looking for a wince or tears, but she's got her head tossed back as if she's in ecstasy.

I reach between us, looking at her lips spread wide across the trunk of my dick. "Such a good girl. Look at you taking my dick."

"So full," she says. She braces her hands on my chest, then starts to move, riding me.

I keep my hand where it is so she grinds against my thumb with her every downward movement.

"You like fucking that fat dick?" I ask.

"Yes. God, yes. I feel like you're gonna split me in half. In the best way."

Her full tits bounce as she rides me. Nothing has ever been more beautiful.

"This pussy is perfect for my cock. So fucking perfect. You're going to make me come so hard, Kn?del."

I see her body growing fatigued, so I pump up into her. My eyes nearly cross, it feels so good. So hot. So slick. So goddamn perfect.

"Oh God, it's too much," she says.

"No, baby, you were made for this. For me. Now come all over my dick."

She screams as she crests and I'm right there with her. Pounding up into her while her pussy has my dick in a chokehold and my balls empty inside her.

I fall asleep with her in my arms, convinced that this is a beginning of something perfect. Which just shows what an idiot I am. Because when I wake up in the morning, she's gone. And she never says so much as a word about our night together.