Hendrix (Caldwell Brothers)

I can’t help smiling. “Is that so.” Not a question, a statement. I know she’s not sorry and neither am I.

She lets out a sigh as she rests her chin on my chest, never looking away before she shrugs. “I work for you.”

“Yep.”

“So, this is normal for you?”

“Nothing about you is normal.” Maybe I should pull my balls out of my vagina now, ‘cause that is a bitch comment. “No, not normal to sleep with an employee, not normal to have a chick sleep over”—my hand somehow finds its way to her hair—“and not normal to let a sexy, little thing take control.”

“You think I’m sexy?” She grins as I give her a nod. “I suppose I have been.” She rolls her eyes and sits up. “I mean, I was grinding on you at the fundraiser, and that was a first for me. I mean, the only guy who ever … well, you know…”

“No, I don’t fucking know.” Bats are in my chest, thumping around, as I sit up.

She shrugs, blushes, and then shakes her head like she is shaking something off. “Let’s just stick with how sexy I am, shall we?” She licks her lips as she stares at mine.

I start to pull her head to me, but I don’t want that shit, so I stop.

She looks at me, confused again. “Why did you stop?”

“Honestly?”

She smiles and gives a small nod.

“Last night should have never happened.”

“Sor—”

“Don’t be sorry; be you. Be real. You don’t want something, don’t give it to me. I’m a man, Livi. I want you, but I really liked you last night. Hell, I liked you in the closet. I like you.”

“You like me, but you just stopped when you were gonna kiss me?” Her brows furrow a bit.

I dig her no bullshit ways, and I like the way she talks so openly. As a result, I decide to be candid with her, as well.

“You wanna kiss me, you kiss me. You wanna—”

Her lips are on mine in the blink of an eye. Her little tongue slips between my lips, and I begin to pull her astride, but when I realize what I’m doing, I stop. What does she do? She climbs on top of me while our tongues continue rubbing, and her hips start grinding.

“Liv,” I say, holding her hips still.

“Yes?” she asks in a lusty voice.

“You want something, you need to ask me for it.”

“I want…” She blushes then shrugs. “I want you.”

“I’m all in, but this needs to be a give and take with you and me.”

She nods eagerly. Damn, she is fucking crazy, but damn, I can’t stop myself.

I flip her on her back, and she squeals.

“Consent?” I ask as I kiss from her lips to her jaw.

“Given.” Her eyes widen the lower I kiss down her body.

I am between her tits, and suddenly, I hate my vintage Motley Crew tee she wore to bed. I get to her belly, lift the shirt, and dip my tongue in her belly button.

She pushes her leg out from underneath me so I am lying between them. She then bites her lip as I rub my morning stubble across her panties and she arches her back to me.

I stop and look up, and she reaches down then sticks her finger in my mouth. As I start to suck on it, she hooks that little finger and drags me by the jaw down toward her pussy.

“I want you there.”

“Is that so?” I half chuckle as she drags me closer.

I push her panties aside, tearing them accidentally, and then my mouth covers her. No lead up, no tease, I dive in.

“Yes, please … Oh, Hendrix … Caldwell … Oh, God!”

My tongue laps at her sweet, little honey pot, and I groan, unable and unwilling to hide the satisfaction I get out of her pussy. She moans, her hands fisting my hair as she pushes up against me.

I wrap my arms around her legs and spread her wider then motorboat that honey. I want her all over my face. I want to smell her all day. I want to feast on her forev—hours. Fuck!

She tenses as I feel her building. I shove my finger inside her, giving the come hither as I suck on her clit. It doesn’t take much more before she falls apart, pulling my hair, riding my hand, and crying out my name.

While she comes down from her high, I watch her pant and think to myself, Jimmy Hendrix would have died a happy man if he was asphyxiated by her pussy instead of his own vomit. I sure as hell could check out right now and be a happy man, and I haven’t even come yet.

Yet.

I kiss up her body, dragging her shirt up with my teeth and uncovering her breast.

“Consent?”

“Given,” she pants as I take her little pebble in my mouth and circle it with my tongue.