Page 72 of Whiskey and Regret
The thin white cotton hugged her waist, hips, and ass. The buttons, meant to be closed up to her neck, stopped being buttoned halfway up her cleavage. I refused to look below her waist. I shouldn’t have allowed myself the trip to her tits.
“I think you look beautiful, Frankie. You just…you don’t look like my baby girl anymore. You look grown.” A pang of sadness echoed in my chest.
I remembered Frankie as a tiny thing. A bundle of baby powder and soft ebony curls. A chubby-cheeked blessing that fit in my hand. Now, she was before me with makeup and mascara-coated eyelashes and it was too much.
“You think I look grown?” It was like a compliment dipped in gold to a twelve-year-old.
“Yeah, kiddo. I do.”
“Oh my god, I need to take pictures. Be right back.” She hurried out of the room and I looked at Xari, taking in her mile-long lashes and glossy lips.
“Can I talk to you?” I asked, stepping closer. Her jasmine petal skin drew me in like the tide to the shore.
“Why? So you can hide more stuff then blow me off?” She rolled her eyes and turned on her heel to follow Frankie. She wasn’t getting away that easy. I reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her against me. I placed my forearm across her throat like a bar and leaned down to her ear.
“So I can apologize for being short with you.” I couldn’t be that close to her skin and not steal a few kisses on the spot behind her ear that made her squirm.
“Stop, Evander,” she sighed.
“Make me,” I smirked, tossing her own words at her. If Frankie was taking pictures, I knew she’d be up there for a while, so I had Xari to myself. My hands roamed over her dips and curves, settling on her tits. She didn’t have on a bra. Her nipples tightened under my touch.
“Now, tell me why you care so much about what I’m hiding.” I pushed my hand between her thighs and cupped her pussy. Heat poured from her core. I was obsessed with exploring her body and finding different ways to make her come unglued.
“I don’t know.” A brick wall shielded her true feelings. The desire to dig deeper into her roared inside of me. I wanted to understand more than just the way her pussy worked and what buttons to press to trigger an orgasm that left her screaming.
“You’re lying, Miss Lucas.” I pressed the heel of my hand against her clit. I felt her piercing shift and she arched her back letting me know she liked it. I moved in slow, short circles making sure to be gentle since I knew her clit ring would do most of the work for me, rubbing against her until she was so wet she left a river in her wake.
“Stop.” Her voice was thin and barely holding on to any resolution.
“I’ll stop if you tell me why you’re so interested in what you think I’m hiding.”
“I…” My hand moved faster against her. She worked her hips urging me to keep moving…so I did. My lips found her earlobe and I licked and sucked softly, pulling whimpers from her.
“You what?” I asked in her ear.
“I wanted to get to know you more, I guess.”
“That’s fair,” I told her before kissing her neck.
“What you’re doing right now isn’t fair, Evander. You know I’m addicted to coming.”
“You’re addicted to the wayImake you come. There’s a difference. I can already tell by the way you scream when my dick is drilling into you that you’ve never fucked anyone like me before.” She trapped a moan between her lips while I worked her clit with the heel of my hand. I let her determine how much pressure I put on her pussy. I worked in circles but she was fucking my hand on her own.
She shook her head vehemently but her lips parted and her chest moved up and down faster and faster. “You’re lying again, Miss Lucas. You’re about to come all over yourself, aren’t you?” My free hand squeezed and rolled her nipples while my lips worked up and down the gentle curve of her neck.
“Yes,” she whined, finally giving in. It was such a beautiful sight. My chest tightened watching it. “Oh my god, Evander.” She was so fucking hot between her legs. I knew she was soaked. The fabric dampened against my hand as confirmation. I wanted to lay her down, open her legs, and lick away all the sticky sweetness kissing her thighs. I wanted to see that piercing gleaming at me. I wanted to have her fragrance all over my face, lingering in my nose.
“You look so beautiful when you come, Xari.” I stopped moving my hand and watched while she surrendered, rolling her full lips between her teeth to stifle the noises ready to fall from her mouth.
She rested against me while she drowned in her orgasm, and her pussy flooded her cute little pajamas. She’d have to peel them off. Good. I liked her better naked anyway.
“Come see me in the den when Frankie goes to bed, okay?” I turned her to face me. Her cheeks were pinched-pink, and her lips were swollen from tucking them between her teeth.
“Okay, I need to talk to you anyway.” I loved the way her voice still held on to wisps of her climax. It hid in her vowels and shallow breaths.
“We can talk.” I nodded my head then tipped her chin up and kissed her lips. Xari’s eyes fluttered shut and mine did too. Anything to stretch time so I could spend another second tasting her. Her hand slid down to my hard dick and she gripped it like she wanted to climb on top of it.
“I need this,” she said.
