Hendrix (Caldwell Brothers)

She crawls into bed with no further hesitation, and she even curls up against me. I shove my arm under her shoulders to pull her tighter.

“Night, Livi.”

“Night, Hendrix.”

She falls asleep in minutes, but I can’t. I watch her lashes lay across her powder white, smooth skin. She has a dimple I have seen on several occasions, normally when she is dealing with our customers. Her hair is dark, a little lighter than mine, and the waves hit just below her shoulders. She has high cheek bones and threatening curves. Threatening because crazy, broken, crying, laughing, pressed against me, or across a damn room, my sanity and inability to stay below half chub is threatened.

Her scent is one I know I won’t be able to forget. Her taste is top shelf, reminding me of Galliano: sweet, vanilla, citrusy, and woodsy. Nothing like, well, the shit I have tasted before.

I don’t play like I know what normal is. Thinking of wanting it with her is like a three day hangover. I have never thought of anyone as often. I have never had a burning desire to be a protector, a provider, and a partner until crazy, snorting, squeaks came into my life behind a mask.

However, she’s an addiction I can’t afford.

I slide out from under her, sporting a hard-on that isn’t going away. I need a shower now more than I did when I got her back here.

I shed my clothes and hop in. I squirt some Axe in my hand then grab ahold of my dick, stroking it slow, just like I want to enter her sweet, little pussy. But, fuck if I don’t want to eat it first. This will have to do, though.

Needing release, I grab a hold of my nuts and give them a tug as I stroke faster and faster.

“Fuck, Livi,” I groan as I pump faster. I squeeze harder, imagining that tight, little twat strangling me, and close my eyes, picturing her hot fucking curves. I need to come. I know it won’t be the same, but fuck, I need it.

My balls tighten up and the knowing warmth spreads through me. I have no reason to fight it, no reason to hold back, so I don’t. I rub my thumb over my head, and that is all it takes.

I shoot off not one, not two, but three times as I lean against the shower wall.

Chapter Fourteen

Warm. Quiet. Darkness. Safe. The strong, tattooed arms of Hendrix are wrapped firmly around me. My leg is draped over his, my arm around him, my body half over him, and I feel a burn deep inside to have him. He has one arm under me, resting just at the crest of my ass, while the other is draped over me, his hand relaxed on my back.

Waking more, my body comes alive with every breath he takes. I move my head, and he chuckles under me as my eyes land on his growing erection.

“See something you like?” His deep voice vibrates through his chest, sounding sexier than ever.

Rather than reply, I climb over him and kiss him. Moving my hands to either side of his head, I bring my lips down slowly, softly connecting with his. I wait for the rejection; only, it doesn’t come. His lips part, and then my tongue slips inside as his hands slide down to cup my ass in his oversized sweatpants.

‘Classy and Fabulous.’ This is fabulous.

My nipples harden against the material of his T-shirt as I suck on his bottom lip before pulling away. I search his eyes, wondering what happens next.

“Consent fuckin’ given, if that’s what you’re searching for.”

When I nod and bite my lip, he quickly rolls me over onto my back as he devours my mouth. I wrap my legs around him and arch up into him. Wanting, needing, and panting with desire, I am wanton and wild.

He moves his hands to my hips, tugging at the waistband of the pants. Dropping my legs, I raise up my hips to help him in his endeavors to undress me, opening myself to him.

His eyes darken in lust. I think he is going to lay over me and kiss me again, but when I reach out to run my hands through his hair, he moves down, kissing my belly.

“Gotta taste this sweet pussy again.”

Before I can register what he is telling me, his lips are on me … there. I quiver, I shiver, and oh my, I shake. His tongue is working me over like never before. I remember the closet, but this is so much more.

Fingers pull my lips apart as his tongue licks, laps, and then he sucks. Stars dance behind my eyelids as I can only grip the sheets and ride out my orgasm.

He laughs against me, sending vibrations over my core. A finger slides into me, and I automatically clinch around the single digit.