Sweet Thing (Naughty Things 2)

But now that’s off the table. I need to fuck this girl. She showed up in that little dress—white with pink flowers. And a thin, pink cardigan with little pearly buttons, and some fucking heart-shaped balloons tied to her goddamned wrist.

I get hard just thinking about it. I get so hard I have to reach inside my pants and shift my cock. Twice, this girl has done that to me. Twice in two days.

Yeah, I just need to get this over with.

I get out of the car and walk up to her porch. The buzzer is optional because the door doesn’t lock. I checked it out last night when I came over to watch her. So I don’t announce myself. Just go inside and climb up the three flights of stairs until I’m standing in front of her door, knuckles ready to knock, when I hesitate.

Last chance, Ryker.

Fuck that. And I don’t knock, I try the doorknob and find it unlocked.

Oh, I will reward you for that, Miss Amherst.

I swing the door open and find her leaning against the kitchen counter on the other side of the half wall that separates her from the little dining area. Then I swing it closed and make a show of locking it behind me.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

I take off my leather jacket—must look the part tonight, right?—and drop it over the back of a chair as I walk towards her, entering the kitchen. She’s got wide eyes, but she didn’t change her dress and those fucking balloons are still tied to her wrist.

“I’m here to say happy birthday,” I say, easing my body up to hers and sliding my hands around her waist as I press my hips into her stomach. She’s tiny compared to me. “And bring you a present.”

“What present?” she asks, looking up at me with those wide, innocent eyes.

I take her hand off the counter and place it over my hard cock. Make her squeeze it. “This,” I say.

“I told you, I’m not getting involved with you.”

“No, you’re right. We’re not getting involved, Aria.” I smile down at her. “We’re just going to fuck. One night, that’s all. I don’t do relationships, so don’t worry about that. But you want me, I know you do. And I definitely want you. So…”

“So you think you can just come over here and… what? Use me?”

“We use each other, Aria. That’s what grownups do.”

“Fuck you,” she says. “You don’t get to tell me how to act.”

“Is this when you tell me I’m not your daddy?”

She pushes on my chest and I take a step back. Which allows her to duck away and walk over to the living room.

“You kissed me back.”

“You kissed me first!”

“You left your door unlocked and those balloons are still tied to your wrist. So come on now. Don’t lie to me. If you want me to leave, tell me to leave and I’ll go. I’ll go and never come back. Never bother you again. But if you want this one chance to be properly fucked by a man who knows what he’s doing and not some boy with a skinny little pecker from your Photoshop class, then…” I hold out my arms, palms up. “Then say yes. No strings, OK? Just this night, just this once and I’m gone.”

“Why?” she says. “Why would you even want to bother with me?”

“Why?” I laugh. Too loud, maybe. But it’s so ridiculous. “Because you look like that.”

She looks down at herself, then back up at me. “Like what?”

Jesus. She has no clue. This is why I like the younger ones. Especially ones like her. I walk over to her and take her hand. Kiss her knuckles and then place her palm over my cock. “Innocent,” I say. “And unaware of how desirable that innocence is.” I squeeze her hand over my cock and she blushes and looks down. “You’re a sweet little thing, Aria. A very sweet thing.”

She pulls her hand away, biting her lip and folding her arms across her chest. Which puts the balloons squarely between her and me. I grab each string and pull them apart. Just like I’m gonna pull open her legs tonight. And say, “Want me to teach you something?”

“Teach me what?” she asks, her voice quivering. “How to suck your cock?”

“Ohhhh,” I say. “You have a dirty mouth. I love that, by the way. But no. It’s your birthday, remember? You get a gift.”

“Your cock,” she says. And damn. She’s killing me with that mouth.

“Before that,” I say. “Before I give you my cock I’ll teach you how to come.”

“I know how to come,” she sneers. “I get myself off all the time.”

I raise an eyebrow at her. “Tell me more.”

She laughs, shaking her head and hiding her face with her hand. “No.”