The Deal Dilemma

Mine.

That’s what she said.

With moves so fucking swift I get light-headed, I take her to the couch, perching her on the back of it, so I can grip her face and hold it to me.

I need some fucking clarification and I need the shit now.

“What are you saying to me, Sweets? You told me you love me. You said ‘everything’ is mine.” I hold her gaze captive. “You telling me you understand now that you are mine? No ifs, no buts, no fucking deal. Just mine to have, to hold, to help—”

“To fuck,” she whispers without a hint of hesitation, cutting off whatever the hell I would have said next.

Maybe I was an animal in a past life, because the growl that escapes can’t possibly be that of a man.

Her words and the fucking blush that comes with them.

I’ve never been so hard in my life, so honored, but is this shit real? Can she possibly ache like me? Crave like me?

Emotionally overwhelmed, my hold on her face softens, my thumb gently brushing along the hollow of her cheek. She’s so damn beautiful. Perfect.

“Baby…” My voice trails off into nothing, and Davis closes her eyes, leaning into my palm, her fingers softly landing on my chest and sliding along the marked skin there, having no idea she’s represented in the very place she’s touching.

“I want to be yours,” she confesses.

Fear and uncertainty weigh her whisper, but she has no idea, no fucking clue, I’ve been waiting for those words for far longer than she can guess. Longer than she might believe.

The muscles in my body seem to freeze, but as quickly as they do, every inch of me eases. Settles. That dark place deep in my mind that never shuts the hell up, demanding I do more, try harder, keep pushing, quiets for the first fucking time in a long-ass time.

The world shifts, shutting down until there’s nothing left but me and her.

Me and Davis.

Me and my girl.

My sweet little… everything.

Tapping her knee, she opens for me instantly, and I shift into the space, my lips coming down to press against the edge of hers, her sigh instantly fanning over my cheek.

“That’s real fucking cute, Sweets. Real cute.”

Her lashes flutter open, her gaze connecting with mine.

“If you think, after what you said to me tonight, I’ll let you go, you’ve got a lot to learn,” I whisper my warning.

A flicker of fulfillment flares in her gaze, settling deep into my core.

This is what she wants. I can see it clear as day.

A playfulness washes over her in the next breath, and her mouth quirks to one side. “Good thing there’s still so many lessons to be taught.”

Heat pulls at my groin, and I smirk. “Oh, fuck yeah. So many.” I dip, kissing her neck. “Dozens.” I suck on her earlobe. “Maybe even hundreds.”

“That sounds more like it,” she pants.

I groan, lifting her and carrying us both to the bathroom, planting her ass on the counter.

She frowns in protest, but I shake my head.

“I’m not going to fuck you while I smell like a bar,” I tell her, kicking out of my shoes and pushing my pants down my legs, taking my boxers with them.

Her eyes slice to my cock, hard and ready, and I step up to her, kissing her firm and swift, speaking against her lips.

“And I am about to fuck you, baby. Minutes from it, in fact.”

Her cheeks turn crimson, and she nods, watching as I retreat into the shower for a quick wash. Or that was the plan until the curtain pulled open behind me, and I turned to find Davis completely fucking naked.

My hands freeze where they are, soap slipping down my body, eyes locked wide and unblinking.

My gaze lowers, snapping straight to her bare chest, her breasts hanging free and full against her creamy skin. Her nipples are peaked to perfection and a few shades darker than the rest of her, a soft mauve color I want to compare the darker shade of my thumbs against.

My attention lowers from there, sliding across her body until I find the mound between her legs. Bare, I knew that, but seeing and feeling the shape of her pussy are too very fucking different things. My cock throbs, my mouth watering as I lock my eyes a little lower, to the bit of her that peeks out from her lips.

Her thighs brush together then, and my head flies up, realizing she’s simply standing there at the edge of the shower.

“Get your ass over here, Sweets.”

A small smile pulls at her lips, her steps a little slow as she works through the bit of nerves she’s working hard to ignore.

It’s okay, baby. I’ll erase all that soon.

I adjust the spray, quickly washing the soapsuds from my body, so I’m fresh and fucking clean the second she reaches me.

No time is wasted. I swoop right in, claiming her lips like I’m about to claim her.

The air is electric, my world spinning, my Sweets the axis.

The center of it all.

I kiss her fiercely, suffocating us both, unable to pull away from her soft, addictive little mouth until she yanks back, gasping for air.

But I give her no reprieve, no time to catch her breath, swooping in with my lips and taking her neck, chest, and lowering, swinging her under the water so fast, she latches on for balance.

My eyes lock with hers briefly as I pull her nipple between my knuckles, tugging.

Her gaze flicks wider, her lips forming a sweet little O and I dip down, closing my mouth over the other one. Her head drops back, water spilling over her face and splashing along mine. The droplets roll down over my lips as they play with her, sucking until she pops from my mouth, but right when she thinks she’ll get a moment to breathe, I clamp my teeth around her nipple gently, pulling back until she’s thoroughly scraped and teased.

Davis moans, her fingertips digging into my shoulder as she slumps against the wall behind the spray. I look up, nothing but the water between us, and when a naughty little smile curves her lips, I eliminate even that.

Skin to naked skin, my eyes hold hers as I adjust, my cock now cocooned between her legs, settled and straining along her pussy lips.

“I want you,” she whispers, reaching for my lips with her own.

My grin is as crooked as they come, and she chuckles, a husky, sensual sound.

“Don’t look so smug about it,” she teases.

“Oh, baby, I am.” I hook her left leg behind the knee, lifting it to my hips, and hold it there. “I’m so fucking smug I might even puff my chest out.”

Her laughter dies on her lips when I slide along the ones down low, letting her get a good feel of me against her, and as if they were meant for my cock, they slip around it, covering the skin like the softest silk blanket known to man.

Her thighs clench, the leg I’ve got a hold of hiking higher on her own accord, until her calf is pressed tight at my lower back. Slowly, she starts to ride, and the lax, brief movements are torture. Sweet fucking torture.

My hips follow, gliding in and out, and I pull back a bit, turning a few inches, so the base of me plays along her clit.

She moans, thrusting her tongue into my mouth as her arms latch taut around me, drawing me closer.

“You’re gonna come for me, baby,” I say between kisses. “And then I’m taking you to the bed, sliding inside this perfect pussy, and you’re gonna come on me.”

She shakes, her body rocking roughly as she chases what she wants. Takes what she wants.

And she fucking wants me.

I groan, my hands flying to her breast to tug and twist on the pebbled nub there, and my eyes snap up right in time.

Davis throws her head back, crying into the moistened air around us, shivering despite the heat we’re standing under, and the minx shocks the shit out of me when she grips the showerhead, lifting herself up just enough to cause my cock to slip, the head pressing at her entrance.

Her chest is heaving, her lungs working extra hard as desire overwhelms her, and she presses down, her eager pussy ready to swallow me whole.

My hands fly to her hips, my grip forcing her firmly in place.

“Not a fucking chance.” My voice is rough, thick.

She freezes but doesn’t grow shy on me. My baby begs, fighting against my hold.

“Please,” she rasps, ready.

And she is.

Reaching around her, I turn the water off, lowering her to her feet, her palms sliding along the scars of my stomach, only stopping when I step away to grab towels from the rack. Wrapping her up in one, I make quick work of drying myself, planning to do the same to her, but when I turn, she’s already ready for me.

Davis steps out, pushing herself on her tippy-toes, and I haul her higher, allowing her mouth to meet mine.

“Eager,” I groan, and she grins against me.

We’re a stumbling mess, spinning and tripping and hitting the wall until she’s falling back on the bed. Her bed this time.

She crawls up, her towel slipping halfway off on her way and then gone completely by the time her head reaches the pillow. I’m already over her, my knees settled between her open legs.

I kiss her hard, fisting the blanket in an attempt to let out some aggression. I’m so fucking hard, so goddamn desperate, but not to get my dick wet. Not to fuck or come.

To slide inside the woman beneath me.

To claim her as mine.

To claim what is mine.

“It all makes sense now,” I say against her lips, dodging hers when she fights to press back, and kiss along her jaw.

“What does?” She squirms beneath me.

“You, my Sweets, and all the slickness between your legs. How no man has touched you there but me.” I slide my palm along her ribs, grinning when she shivers. “How no man has tasted the sweetest part of you, but me.” My hand glides down her hip bone, dipping between her legs until the edge of my pointer finger meets her pussy. I slide up her slit, the touch so faint, so light, she cries in protest, pressing into me for more. “How no man has ever been inside this pussy and how no man ever will…” I brace the tip of my finger at her entrance. “No man but me.” I dip my finger inside, biting at her earlobe at the same time, and she gasps, arching into me. My grin comes slow. “Ain’t that right, baby?”

“Says the man who wanted to find me someone new.” Her hands plant on my shoulders, and she wiggles beneath me.

I gently sink my teeth into her neck, and she chuckles, her legs coming up and pressing into my sides. “No man, but me. Say it.”

“You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted, so I am fully on board with that statement.”

“Mmm. Better be.” I shift a bit, so I can kiss down her chest and flick my tongue over her nipple, fixating on it as it pebbles before me. “For the record, that was a bunch of bullshit. My plan was to drive away any man who looked at you too long.” Another flick and her thighs tighten against my ribs. “I think I did a damn good job.”

She laughs, her fingers folding into my hair as I lower my lips to the space between her breasts, softly kissing her there, before closing my palm over her left tit.

I squeeze, massaging the sensitive flesh as I close my lips around the other, sucking and clamping over it tighter as I push a second finger inside her.

She whimpers, and then she starts to ride, and my eyes squeeze shut.

“There you go, baby. Ride my hand like you’ll ride my cock soon.”

She coos, the fingers in my hair sliding higher and tugging on the ends, so I give her what she wants.

I kiss her hard, my fingers pumping in and out, faster with every dip back inside. “I need you to come again. I need you dripping for me, so I can slide in a little easier, cause I am sliding in, Sweets. Tonight. Soon.” She moans in my mouth, and I grind my cock into the side of her thigh. “So fucking soon.”

“Do it now,” she whines.

“No. Not until you—”

She locks over me, squeezing the fuck out of my fingers, and my cock cries in delight, in anticipation. I’m so ready to feel her warm and tight around me.

I don’t allow her to come down but pull myself free, quickly dipping my fingers into my mouth. My groan is instant, and when I look up into Davis’s eyes, I find them hooded.

She licks her lips, reaching for me as I settle in more, the head of my dick at her entrance.

Her eyes tighten the slightest bit, and I push her hair back, dragging my thumb over her bottom lip as I lean in closer.

“Spread wider for me, baby,” I whisper, holding her gaze.

She does, her limbs trembling as I guide my hips forward, the head pushing past her entrance with a bit of force.

She tenses, her hands flying to my pecs, but she doesn’t push. Doesn’t panic.

I pause, peppering her cheeks with slow, soft kisses and slowly, her touch becomes soft rubbing. Her eyes close, her lungs expanding with a full breath, and just like that, her legs fall open even farther.

“More,” she mutters shakily.

“Okay, baby.” I do as she asks, moving in another inch, but her pussy isn’t satisfied with that, and sucks me deeper.

I gasp, tensing as a shiver runs down my spine.

My girl’s eyes snap open at the feeling, me inside her, me trembling over her, I don’t know, but she’s watching me now with pure fascination, the glow in her eyes as naughty as it is pleased.

I drive deeper, sliding past her tightest point with a gentle nudge, and she gulps, her walls clenching around my cock, but then she kisses me, so I pull back a bit, my nostrils flaring at the silken heat blanketing me.

“Okay?” I rasp, my head dipping into her neck.

She nods, her hands finding my ribs.

I pump in and out slowly, my moans deep and long in her ear. “Your pussy’s like hot velvet, baby. So fucking soft.” I push in, deeper and deeper until my pelvis is flush with hers. “So damn warm.”

Her muscles have eased now, her breathing no longer tight but fanning in long exhales over my skin. “You…”

“Tell me.” I rock into her at a torturously steady pace. “Don’t hold back.”

I lift, looking into her eyes, and a blush, deeper than I’ve seen from her before, colors her creamy skin.

“Baby, my cock is buried inside you. The taste of your cum is on my tongue, and soon enough, your pussy will be on it too. You love me. Want me. Got me.” I grind against her, giving her clit some attention, and her lips part. “You got something dirty to share, I want to hear it. Might die if I don’t.”

Davis chuckles beneath me, but it spins into a moan when I pinch her clit.

“Now I have to think of something better to say,” she teases, her palms lowering until they’re resting on the curve of my ass, and when she speaks again, her voice is quieter, but thick with a newfound neediness only her man can recognize. “I was going to say you feel good too.”

“Mmm.” I start pumping again, rolling my hips in a wave-like motion this time—out and down, in and up, over and over. “Love to hear that, Sweets.”

“Give me more,” she braves quietly. “I know you’re holding back. Don’t.”

“Trust me. We’ll get there.”

“I said don’t be gentle.”

“You said take what I need, and what I need is to take my motherfucking time, and you’ll be glad I did.” She pouts, making me chuckle. “Trust me, Sweets. You want it this way, cause gentle now, means more later. Deeper tonight. Harder tomorrow.”

She moans, her hard nipples pressing into my skin.

“Yeah, you like the sound of that, hmm?” I thrust forward. “Me fucking you over and over and over, and I will. I will and you’ll learn every inch of me like I will you. And you’re gonna ride me, Sweets. You’re gonna climb on top and sink down over me. Can’t wait for you to feel the difference. So fucking good.”

She starts to shake.

“But I’m hearing you, and if you want a little more now, I’ll give it to you.” I pin her hands over her head with one of mine, and she stretches impossibly long, her neck bared before me, eyes wide with fascination, body shaking in anticipation. “Is that what you want, more?”

She nods fiercely, so I trail my fingers along her left leg until I reach her calf. I give it a little slap and she understands without a word. She lifts and locks it over me.

I shift her hips a bit, then pull back, until nothing but the tip is inside her.

“You’ll take me deeper like this. You ready?”

“Please.”

I groan, deep and long, and then I push back inside.

Davis

My back flies off the bed, my head thrashing from side to side on the pillow, hair in my face and sweat beading along my brow. Hell, sweat’s everywhere.

Crew is everywhere, all over me. His scent, his touch.

His desire, hard and throbbing inside me. Deep, deep inside me.

He was right, the little leg trick… so much more.

Yet somehow not enough. It makes no sense. It’s like I can’t get close enough, can’t kiss fast enough. I need more.

My right leg lifts to join my left, my hips tilting as they know just what to do, and suddenly, I’m stretching further, his dick deeper.

Crew moans in approval, and the sound has me desperate for release.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls, his lips dragging along my chest. “Take my cock. It’s fucking yours. Been dying to be yours.”

His words are filthy, naughty, but his touch is sweet and tender. So damn gentle.

I didn’t think he had it in him, and maybe he didn’t.

Maybe it’s me who brings this side of him out to the light.

He drives forward, and I cry out, the stretch a sweet sting.

My core clenches. “Crew…”

He grunts then, his speed picking up.

“Crew, please.”

“Baby, my name on your lips?” His hips buck faster. “Fucking done.”

A fire builds in my blood, spreading and bursting through, wrapping around my bones and locking me up tight.

Tight, tight, tight.

And then he jerks. “Fuck, Davis.”

My orgasm rips from me, spilling over him as he spills inside me.

“You’re choking me so good. Taking me so fucking good,” he croaks, his hips jerking as he pins me to the bed with his hips to keep me still. “Feel me twitching?”

“Yeah.” I clear my throat and try again. “Yes, and it’s…” My face flames, but when his head snaps up, his eyes narrowing, I push on. “It’s dripping down my… it’s dripping on the bed.”

“Down your ass.” His lips hover over mine, his pants harsh and spilling erotically over mine. “My cum, our cum, is dripping down your ass?”

I nod, a fresh wave of desire washing over me.

“That’s how we’ll prep it one day.” His pupils seem to grow, his grip on my wrists tightening at the thought. “With your juices. With mine.”

My eyes must widen because Crew chuckles then, the sound low and… loving?

He softens before me, a tenderness falling over him. “It might sting when I pull out. You ready?”

I nod, leaning into his cheek when it meets mine.

“You’re perfection, you know that?” he whispers, mouth coaxing mine into a soft, sweet kiss as he pulls from inside me.

He’s right; it does sting a bit, my body rushing to remove him and clenching tight in his absence.

“Wanna take a bath with me?” he wonders sweetly, quietly adding, “Or a shower alone?”

I link my hands in his, my smile slow. “A bath sounds nice.”

Crew’s eyes light up, and he pulls himself from the bed, quickly leaning over to kiss me once more as he takes my hand and helps me up.

We walk into the bathroom, hand in hand, and I sit, watching as he fills the tub, sliding inside before I settle between his legs.

We’re silent a long time, both coming down from the high and settling into where we are now, a feeling of contentment slowly filling in the holes of doubt I dug into my own mind over the years.

The warm, soapy water paired with the soft, heated skin at my back is so relaxing, my eyes begin to flutter closed, right as Crew buries his nose in my neck, nuzzling me from behind.

“Sweets?”

“Hmm?”

He brushes my hair from my neck, his lips feathering along my spine. “You mean what you said? You love me? Like a woman loves a man she won’t let go of? Like she loves a man she’ll never forget?”

The hint of shyness quieting his tone is so surprising, so completely charming, my stomach flutters with girlish buoyancy, my lips curving into a soft smile, and I nod against him. “Yeah, just like that.”

Crew’s quiet for several minutes following my response, and I almost think he’s fallen asleep, but then his hold on me tightens, his hand finding mine beneath the water. He laces his fingers through mine, shifting my shoulders as he places my palm over his left pec, over the tattoo there.

My eyes fall to the intricate design, to the triquetra hidden in the center, the three interconnecting loops creating a circle at the center, but as I look closer, I spot the veiled spot in the center. Numbers, written as roman numerals, curve the protected center, coveted, and caged in with chains, a small lock at its edge, free of a keyhole.

Forever fused closed.

But the numbers aren’t numbers at all. It’s a date, one branded in the back of my mind as it’s branded on his skin.

The day he gave me my first kiss.

Tears pool in my eyes, my palm shaking against him, fingers pressing at the memory.

Crew speaks in the lowest of timbres. “I loved you when I shouldn’t have, and I’ve loved you every day since.”

My throat runs dry, elation and shock entwining together, and sparking a flame deep inside me, warming places I never knew could be reached. The part I buried beneath insecurities and repetitive cycles of losing the one man I was convinced was meant for me, even when the world worked so hard to prove me wrong.

I hoped for a piece of him, but I never believed he’d give me more than the warmth of his worry, or strength of his hands. I never dared to dream he might have always been mine.

“Crew…”

His forehead falls to mine, and my eyes close.

This, me and him, and the things we did with the words we whispered, seem surreal.

Unfortunately, when I dream, I always wake before the best part. That’s when disappointment sets in.

I can only hope this is different, and Crew won’t find another reason to push me away, but I won’t spend my moments with him waiting for the last one.

I’m going to enjoy this while I can.

While he’s mine.

Just in case someday soon, he isn’t.