“Zander, there’s no way you can be horny again so soon. You just wore me out in the shower,” she says her voice taking on that husky, needy tone that makes my cock ache.
I take hold of my cock, rubbing it against her ass and letting it slide in the cleft of her ass, the head teasing her opening. Someday. She pushes back against my cock and my balls tighten. Someday soon.
“I wore you out, sweetheart?” I ask, making sure I continue worrying one of her nipples while playing with her ass too.
“Yes…”
She gasps as I push just a little harder against her ass. Shit why didn’t I put some lube in that drawer when I stocked it with condoms. I’ll make sure I take care of that today.
“Well if you’re so tired… you could suck on my cock.
Her body tenses and she pulls away. “We should get going. You have to be at the club and I need to check in at work and see when they’re putting me back on rotation.”
“Whoa, Hellcat, I think I liked where we were headed before better. We got time.”
“I got stuff I need to get done,” she says, not looking at me and getting dressed. Damn I guess playtime is over.
“Okay sweetheart, fine. We’ll pick this up later.” I cave, slapping her ass just as she pulls up these pale pink panties that don’t do a damn thing to make my cock deflate. “Why don’t you meet me at the club later tonight? Freak is claiming Nikki as his old lady. There’s a big party planned. We’ll eat and visit a bit, before coming back here.”
She finishes buttoning up her jeans, turns and looks at me and I can tell by the look on her face, I’m not going to like what she says next.
“I don’t want to come by the club, I told you. I don’t belong there.”
Yeah, I was right, I don’t like it.
“You sure as hell do,” I argue, ready to have it out, because it’s time we clear this shit up.
She’s running a brush through her hair and her eyes seek out mine through the mirror.
“Zander, the men there hate me and I just don’t belong with…”
“The fuck you don’t. You’re my woman and the men will get over it, they just don’t know you.”
“Your woman?”
“We’ve been fucking like bunnies and I’ve been in your bed every night for a month. I don’t see how that could have escaped your notice, Hellcat.” I grumble, getting pissed off now. I grab my jeans and pull them on. If I’m going to fight, I’ll be damned if I’m doing it with my dick swinging in the cold.
“We made a deal…”
“What does that mean?” I have to ask, because honestly I am at a complete loss. The damn woman has given me whiplash here.
“That means when we made this bargain, we agreed it wasn’t serious. It is just sex.
“I think it’s pretty clear we’ve gone beyond that Hellcat, and I’m doing my best to take us to the…”
“I don’t especially like where you were leading,” Dani says and starts putting on that damn red lipstick.
My cock pushes against the zipper of my jeans, at the thought of her sucking me and leaving a ring of lipstick behind. Jesus. I shake my head to clear it. I lean down and kiss the top of her head and breathe her in. My hand caresses her skin and I stare at her in the mirror.
“Sweetheart, I know you have issues about the club, I’m not pushing you on them. I just want you to think about meeting me. I want to show you off,” I whisper, trying another tact.
Her hand comes up and grazes my five o’clock shadow and she quietly sighs.
“This is more than just a bargain over my dick, Dani. Give me that if nothing else.”
Her eyes stay on mine in the mirror, “It is.”
Two small words and they literally rock my world. I wanted them, I just wasn’t sure she’d give them.
“So, you will think about it, yeah?”
She nods a small half nod. It’s something.
“How about I let you selfishly use my cock again before we head out.”
“Do you take Viagra?”
I am busy pulling her back to the bed when her words make me do a double take.
“What in the hell are you talking about? Junior here doesn’t need anything but you to be ready to party.”
“Junior?”
“My dick? My hammer, my sword, my bologna pony, my one-eyed snake, my anaconda, my anal-impaler…”
“Anal-impaler?”
“Oh yeah, Hellcat, don’t worry. I’ll show you that side of him later on. Tonight in fact, I’m more than willing.”
She shakes her head, but she’s laughing.
“I think it’d be better for your rep if you try not to refer to your cock as junior.”
“You think?”
“It’s short changing the little guy.”
“Little? Ouch that hurts, Hellcat,” I tell her, picking her up and throwing her on the bed in retaliation. She squeals out as she sails the small distance and flops on the mattress.
“Maybe I’m mistaken. I mean it’s been a whole twenty minutes. Perhaps I’ve forgotten his mighty, ferocious proportions,” she says giggling.
I stand at the foot of the bed, watching her laugh and that feeling of being where I belong hits me again.