Loco, page 12
He shook his head. “Nope. Parents are dead, and since the girls took off in different directions for their careers, we just keep in touch by phone.”
He seemed content with that, too. I thought it was sad. If I had siblings, or parents for that matter, I would have been all up in their business. There would have been Sunday dinners and holiday gatherings. Maybe because I’d never had that I missed it more, while Loco had it and didn’t seem to appreciate it. Such was life, I guess.
“I think that’s sad, Loco.” I picked up my plate to take it to the sink, trying not to think about what my life had been like growing up in foster care. I’d never known my parents. Didn’t even know if I had siblings out there somewhere. No one had cared enough about a chubby little redhead to adopt me, and as soon as I’d turned eighteen I’d found myself out on the streets, which had led to a whole different life experience.
One thing I was proud of was that I’d learned from those experiences.
I was so caught up in my head that I didn’t hear Loco get up from the table and follow me over to the sink. My back was turned to him as I rinsed off my plate. “That was a decent breakfast,” I said as I bent to put the dish into the dish washer. “I’ll check out your vacuuming skills next,” I joked, laughing.
“How about you check out the skills I have in the bedroom?”
I started when Loco’s arms came around me from behind and he pulled me against him. He nuzzled the side of my neck, the scruff on his jaw causing me to throw my head back with a sharp gasp of pleasure. I closed my eyes as a full-body shudder moved over me. I was trapped in a moment of pure bliss, and there was nothing I wanted to do but enjoy the lips moving over my sensitive skin.
“What do you think, darlin’?” His husky tone got me hotter.
“I think . . .”
His hands moved up my body to cup my breasts, his thumbs raking over my nipples until they were hard and aching. Once satisfied, he gave them each a pinch.
“Oh, God!” I whispered as my clit spasmed, and I knew that if he were to reach inside my panties that he’d feel how wet I was.
“You were about to say?”
I felt his grin against me, the cocky bastard. What was I going to say? It was an effort to even think clearly. “I think you’ve got the bedroom skills down packed.”
His internal laugh vibrated against my backside.
“Then let me show you my kitchen skills.”
God help me! I’d never survive them, but that didn’t stop me from turning in his arms to face him. I opened my mouth but never got the chance to speak. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me closer, not stopping until he was kissing the daylights out of me. Instant arousal, hot and knee-buckling, consumed me. Loco kissed like a man who was confident and knew what he wanted and took it. The pressure of his firm lips and the way he was moving his mouth over mine created a friction I could feel all the way to my toes.
I became hotter, uncomfortably so, and I savored his dominance over me in a way that surprised the hell out of me. Maybe it was because I hadn’t had time to react to his total control over me before his kiss turned my brain to mush. As he ground his mouth over mine, I clutched at his naked shoulders and pulled him closer, causing both of us to moan. Loco took my submission the way any man might, and he pushed his hips into mine, making sure that I felt his erection.
His throbbing hardness caused a very strong reaction in my body. My whole being quivered with arousal. My nipples were so hard they ached. My clit was throbbing and my heart was about to pound out of my chest. His tongue explored every corner of my mouth, wringing out moan after moan of pleasure from me. I shamelessly arched into the cradle of his hips, needing to feel more of the power between his legs.
I thrust my tongue against his, tasting his passion. I wanted to devour him.
When his large hands cupped my bottom, I was frightened by how eagerly I wanted to wrap my legs around him. I knew that I should put a stop to this insanity. He was a confirmed man-whore, and I was the one who would end up hurt. But, God help me, I didn’t have the strength or the desire to end the madness.
Loco must have had similar thoughts, because he pulled back first, breathing hard, his nostrils flaring and eyes burning brightly. “Fuck, what just happened?” He stepped further away from me, running a hand through his tussled hair. He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just done, a grim expression taking over his features when reality hit.
I ran my tongue over my swollen lips and tried to catch my breath. “You kissed me,” I pointed out, smiling slightly at his confusion.
His dark, smoldering eyes met mine. “That was no kiss, darlin’, that was a fuck in disguise.”
Holy smokes! The dam broke and my panties were flooded. The arousal in his voice had turned it into a husky, whiskey--or in this case, coffee--coated rasp that trailed over my body in a rough caress. I wanted this man. Like, right now.
How in the world was this possible for a kiss to have that kind of power?
Chapter 18
Loco
God damn, that kiss was something else. Millie’s soft, plump lips had put a spell on me. I wanted to fucking consume the woman, body and soul. She was too fucking sweet and tempting, and the sway of her hips and ass as she’d sashayed to the sink in those tight jeans had decided it for me. I was going to fuck her again. Ever since the night we’d spent together I hadn’t been able to get her off my mind, and believe me, I’d tried. There was no reason for me to fight it so fucking hard, except that I was fucking scared.
Scared that she was the one.
Scared that she wouldn’t be enough.
Scared of hurting her.
But one thing I knew for certain was that I wanted to peel her clothes off and fuck her right now, against the kitchen sink. I thanked fuck that she lived alone when my hand dropped to the snap on her pants with every intention of doing just that.
“I want you right now. Right here.” I pulled the zipper down easily. “You got anything to say about that?” God, please let her be on board. My balls were turning blue and my dick ached with the need to be inside her. I hadn’t fucked anyone since I’d gotten a taste of her. I reached for the waistband and hesitated, waiting for her to respond. I searched her eyes for a sign--go forward or step back.
“What’s taking you so long, lover boy?” came her husky response.
I’d let her get away with calling me that for now.
Laughing, I rolled down her pants and she stepped out of them. I slanted my mouth over hers as I ripped her panties off and slipped them into my pocket. I had a drawer full of souvenirs, but I had something special in mind for this pair. She moaned into my mouth, biting down on my bottom lip and causing my dick to bow sharply against my pants.
In spite of her bite I didn’t break the kiss. Pain turned me on, and she was about to find out that I also liked giving it. I’d held back before, but today Millie was going to see exactly what she did to me and how raw I liked it. She didn’t know it yet, but I’d decided that after today I was going to make her mine. I was fucking tired of fighting against it, and if there was any chance of a future for us, we didn’t need any surprises or secrets between us.
She was it for me.
The reality of what all that that implied hit me hard and almost caused me to step back, but I forced myself to do the opposite instead. It was time I manned-up and accepted the decision to keep Millie in my life. I growled, losing what little control I had left. I gripped the ends of her shirt and whipped it up, tearing my mouth from hers long enough to get it off. We went right back to devouring each other, our kiss turning wilder and hotter with every passing second, until we couldn’t breathe.
I pulled away and went for the front snaps on her bra. “Lose this fucking thing.” I didn’t want anything between us. As soon as her tits spilled free I pushed the straps down her arms until it dropped to the floor and then zeroed in on the delectable mounds.
“Fuck, you smell good,” I groaned as soon as my nose was buried in her warm cleavage. I squeezed her tits together, trapping my face between fragrant, pliable flesh, and then turned my face to bite. Millie sucked in her breath but didn’t push me away. Instead, she grabbed my head and crushed me to her. I nibbled my way to her nipple and took the rock-hard nub between my teeth. I rolled it carefully, and then suckled her. She threw her head back against her shoulders and whimpered, her nails scraping against my scalp. My hand roamed down her body, outlining her curves, heading straight for her bare, pink pussy. I’d noticed that she’d shaved it bare when I’d undressed her the night before.
The image of that in my fucking head had kept my dick hard for most of the night.
“Fuck, darlin’, you’re soaked for me.” I buried two fingers deep inside her and began to fuck her hard. My thumb flicked against her swollen clit, feeling her body tremble against me. I curled a finger against her sweet spot. My dick was about to explode out of my pants, and I reached down to release it. “Touch me, baby,” I demanded, thrusting my dick against her lower belly.
Her hand curled around me and began to pump. Jesus, it felt good, but I knew what would feel even better. I wanted her sweet mouth wrapped around me, but that would have to wait. I was about to bust a nut and wanted to lose myself inside her sweet pussy. I let her pump my dick a few more times, grunting with pleasure when she teased the nerves just beneath the rim. I could tell from the movements of her lower body and the cream running over my hand that she was getting ready to come.
“I’m…I’m going to come!” Millie panted.
“Not until you’re on my dick,” I snarled between my teeth. I pumped my fingers into her pussy a couple more times before quickly rolling my jeans down and kicking them aside. She gasped with surprise when I pulled her away from the sink to the middle of the kitchen. “Bend over and touch your fucking toes.”
She did it without protest, and I grinned like a lucky bastard when her sweet, round ass was up and staring me in the face. I was going to fuck that, too, but not today. I took my dick in my hand and lined it up to her exposed cunt. She was so wet that she was dripping. I groaned and ran the head of my dick up and down her slit. She whimpered and arched her bottom out even more, inviting me to enter her.
Invitation accepted, darlin’.
My dick knew exactly where to go. I parted her slit and slammed inside all the way until my balls slapped against her. Millie cried out, and I kept a hand against her nape to hold her in position. I didn’t give her time to adjust to my rough penetration. I started fucking her fast and hard, and within seconds she was clenching around me and coming.
“Loco!” she screamed, her body convulsing with her release. “Oh, God, oh, God!”
I fucked her through her orgasm, gritting my teeth at the tight clench of her muscles around me. With my size and her tight pussy, we were a perfect fit. I slid through her slick with ease, but when I went to pull out her body squeezed around me like it was meant to do. “Fuck, baby, this is gonna be quick.” I pumped into her some more. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Every thrust pushed a grunt out of her. I looked down at the curve of her smooth back and heart-shaped ass, watching my dick disappear as it slid into her, glistening with all her cream. There was something so fucking hot about the sound of our wet bodies slamming together in the quiet of the room. When my balls drew up tight and I felt the tingle at the base of my spine, I knew I was going to come and it was going to be hard. I grabbed a handful of Millie’s hair and pulled until she was forced to straighten, and then I fuck-walked her over to the table. I bent her over it, never breaking contact, fucking her harder and deeper.
“Fuck, darlin’.” She was so tight. So wet. Her perfect twin moons bounced with my pounding. I ran my palm over one, smoothing lower and dipping my fingers into the crack until I found the opening I was searching for. The thought of sliding my dick into that tighter hole and taking her there was all it took to send me over the edge. “Fuuucck!” I grunted, closing my eyes. I threw my head back as my seed exploded from my balls and raced down my dick, flooding her insides.
“Tucker!” Millie cried, and I realized that she was coming again.
But it was hearing my name on her lips that did it for me, and all thoughts of pulling out to coat her ass with my come was lost. I needed to claim Millie from the inside out, so she knew that no other man would ever come after me.
She.
Was.
Mine.
The forbidden pleasure of spilling my seed inside her took my fucking breath away, and I swore I saw a white light behind my eyes. I’d deal with the fucking fallout later, but right now all I could do was shoot my load in her and savor the ride.
And pray like hell that I hadn’t just knocked her up.
When I was done unloading inside her I still couldn’t move. I held Millie against me until my dick slipped out on its own and then we both moaned with a last twitch of our bodies. She straightened away from the table slowly with a moan. I grinned like a cocky bastard and turned her in my arms. Dropping my gaze, I took in her flushed beauty, her swollen tits wearing my marks on them. I cupped them before leaning down to take a nipple into my mouth. I was never going to get enough of her.
“I could suck and bite on these babies all fucking day,” I spoke around the nipple in my mouth. Millie sighed softly and trembled. A strong, musky scent drew my gaze between her silken thighs where I saw my seed slowly running out of her swollen cunt. The sight caused my dick to harden again. I couldn’t help it. I reached forward and ran my finger through her slit. “Fuck, Millie, tell me you’re on the pill.”
“Why—” Her eyes widened when she realized why I’d asked. She looked down at her body where my hand was still touching her swollen flesh.
“I never fuck without a wrap, but for some reason with you I lose my fucking mind.” Her slight smile encouraged me that she wasn’t going to kill me.
“I think there’s a compliment in there somewhere,” she teased. “I’m on the pill.”
Thank fuck! I wasn’t ready for any rug rats. But I did want to have some someday, and with her. The realization that I was even thinking about kids told me how deep I was in with this woman.
She leaned forward until the tips of her tits were against my flesh, raised on her tiptoes and planted her plump lips against mine. Her kiss was soft, almost hesitant, and over way too soon. As she went to draw back, I buried my hand in her wild hair and turned her gentle kiss into something deeper and consuming that left us both panting.
I liked the feel of her soft pussy against my hard dick.
I rested my forehead against hers for a minute to catch my breath and figure out what I was going to say to her, because we needed to talk. I had to will my dick to behave long enough to get the words out.
“You have something to say?” I could hear the worry in her tone. “Spit it out, Loco. I can take it.”
A sharp, internal grunt caused my upper body to quake. She was obviously preparing herself for the worst, and I couldn’t blame her. I was sure the sudden smile on my face would confuse her more. “You a mind reader now, darlin’?”
She shook her head. “No, but I’m a realist, and I’ve been in this situation before.”
Was she referring to me?
“You wouldn’t be the first man to fuck me like it meant something and then—”
I slammed my mouth down on hers so that she couldn’t finish. It wasn’t a nice kiss. It wasn’t soft or meant to arouse, but was rough with a bite of anger, because I didn’t want to hear the fucking truth. I didn’t want her lumping me into the mix of men she’d been with, even though I’d already treated her like a club whore once before. That was on me, and after today Millie would know exactly how things were going to be between us.
Before I realized it, my hands were on her ass and I was squeezing the mounds with a groan. I wanted another round with her. I pulled my mouth off hers, for once ignoring my dick. I needed to make her understand something before we moved on.
I dropped my hand between us to cup her soaked pussy. “You feel this?” I grated, giving her pussy a little shake. “This is my cum inside your body, baby. My cum running down your legs.” My hand came away wet, and I held it up for Millie to see. “I don’t just give any woman my seed. You’re the first, darlin’, the first one I didn’t wrap up for. I wanted my cum inside you, marking you as mine. I want my scent on you so that any man that comes around you knows you belong to me.” I wiped my hand over her chest and tits, spreading the wetness.
She caught her breath, staring up at me cautiously with in her large, green eyes, too afraid to ask me what I meant. Hell, maybe she knew and was too stunned to react with anything other than with silence. I grinned. “You want to know what this means?”
She nodded slowly, biting down on her bottom lip.
“It means you’re mine, Millie. Means I’m done fighting what I’m feeling, darlin’. Not sure where this thing between us will end up, but until I do, I’m all in.”
She took a deep breath, distrust showing on her face. It almost gutted me because I’d given her reason not to trust me. I waited for her to say her piece, ready to fight for what I wanted.
Her eyes stared deeply into mine, searching for the truth. “So this isn’t just sex between us?”
“This is so much fucking more,” I said firmly, even though I wasn’t quite ready to confess that I, the club man-whore, was feeling the urge to settle down and have what some of my brothers had--a future with a good woman, one that satisfied me. And Millie satisfied me.
I didn’t want to say anything I might have to take back.
“I haven’t heard the words that I want to hear yet,” she said with sass.
Fuck, what did she want to hear? Jesus, did she want me to tell her I loved her? It was too soon for that shit. Panic began to set in, and I didn’t like that particular feeling. Should I be honest? Yeah, women liked honesty.
