1214 Bad Boy Ave (Cherry Falls)

I was head over heels for her, pussy-whipped, obsessed… whatever the hell someone wanted to call it, I was all of that and more for Dolly.

An hour later, I had a full belly from the incredible dinner Dolly had made, and we were both sitting outside on the porch swing watching the sun set. It was chilly as fuck out, but neither one of us complained, and in fact I had a feeling she needed this as much as I did, something to help clear both of our thoughts and tame down our raging libidos.

She held a glass of wine in her hand, I had a beer in mine, and as beautiful as the orange and yellows, pinks and reds were as they blended together across the sky, it wasn’t as breathtaking as the woman sitting beside me.

I looked over at her and saw the prettiest smile on her lips as she stared at the sky. She ran the tip of her finger over the stem of her wine glass, her fingers long and delicate, her nails painted this light pink shade that seemed to make her even more feminine.

I’m sure she felt my stare because I knew I was doing it pretty hardcore. She glanced over at me, her expression softening, her smile widening. “You’re doing it again,” she said softly.

I knew what she referred to but even still, I said, “Doing what again?” I finished off my beer and set the bottle on the deck beside my foot. I just wanted to hear her voice.

“Staring at me.” Her tone was a little breathless, and as she rested back against the swing fully, the slight motion causing it to move back and forth, I let my gaze roam over the soft, delicate features of her face.

There was a needy note in her voice, but I also picked up on the fact she was pleased, maybe even going so far as to say she was happy I stared at her.

“I am.” I didn’t bother hiding. And it was clear my blunt words startled her as her eyes widened slightly. “Does that bother you?” I leaned forward slightly, getting all up in her personal space, taking in the sweet scent of her.

“I do like that you’re always watching me.”

Her admitting that was like a fucking electrical charge to my cock. My dick was hard, my heart raced, and it was taking every ounce of self-control not to pull her in and kiss her until she was breathless.

“I really want to fucking kiss you.” I probably could have worded that better, gentler, but it was fully evident by now that when I was around Dolly I put my foot in my mouth more times than not and let my emotions and need for her take over completely.

“Then kiss me, Tristan.” She set down her wine glass and shifted on the swing so she was facing me, one of her legs bent on the seat, her hands in her lap.

I felt like a nervous teenager about to make a move for the first time. My muscles were tense, my pulse beating a static rhythm in my chest. It wasn’t something I could control or anticipate. And I fucking loved it.

And so I leaned in the rest of the way and started kissing her, tangling a hand in her hair to keep her close, feeling like there was nothing more important in the world than the woman sitting right beside me. I’d never felt anything truer or realer in my entire fucking life.

And the longer we kissed, the more my arousal built until it was like a living entity inside of me, until there was no stopping it, no trying to mask it. Her breathless little moans against my lips, her hands tangling in the hair at my nape, my cock throbbing, and pre-cum spilling from the tip. It brought me right back to when we’d done this on the couch, and it had taken all of my self-control to stop it then.

I knew I wouldn’t be successful in doing that again now. Because I don’t fucking want to even try to stop.

Before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed her waist and pulled her on top of me, her legs straddling either side of my thighs, her body so slight on top of mine. She felt good sitting on me, like this was right where she was supposed to be.

She leaned more fully into me, her breasts brushing against my chest, her cry of pleasure when I gently bit her bottom lip causing my hips to jackknife up on their own. I ground my hardness against her softness. I felt primal. Feral.

Fuck… I felt crazed for Dolly, like I’d lost my damn mind.

“I won’t be able to stop.” My words were muffled, grumbled against her lips. I didn’t even know if they made sense, or if I’d spoken them aloud.