Page 65 of Devil's Due

Having taken a piss and washed my hands, I try to keep to that resolve. Questions are going around my mind on a loop.Does she sleep naked? PJs? Tank and shorts? Will she expect me to lie under the covers with her, or fully clothed on top?

Will I be able to keep my hands to myself?

I can’t be quiet, not a man my size. My boots clunk up the wooden stairs warning her of my approach.

Man, she’s blind.I have to remind myself.She doesn’t know what she looks like.Or, maybe she does. As I enter she’s leaning over the bed pulling back the sheets and comforter, tiny sleep shorts rising high on her ass, leaving her cheeks on display and emphasising her crack.Oh boy.My hands itch.

Does she like being spanked?

Oh, what I could do to that ass.

“Stop staring.” She stands, straightens, and turns toward me.

How does she fucking know?

Then I realise. Two steps take me straight to her. I haul her up tight against my body, leaving her in no doubt how hard I am for her. “Minx. You did that on fuckin’ purpose.”

She doesn’t even try to deny it. “I want, need, you, Beef. Have you any idea how long it has been since I’ve been with a man? Show me what I’ve been missing, please.”

“Stevie, this is a bad idea. I’m not in the market for a woman…”

“I’m not in the market for a man,” she parrots.

“Stevie…”

“Beef. Just tonight. Give me tonight. Talking about what happened has dredged up all the bad memories, help me put them to the back of my mind. Tomorrow can take care of itself. I just need you, now.”

She’s so fucking tempting. But still I try to walk away. “This is a bad idea, Stevie. You and me? There’s no future. You’ll be off fuck knows where, and I’ll be back in Tucson getting on with my life. Sleeping together will only complicate things. We do this? Fuckin’ sure we’ll regret it in the morning.”

“It’s only as complicated as you make it, Beef. I’m a woman, you’re a man. Tonight, I need you. I’m not asking for a ring or a commitment. I know you’re not looking for a wife. Please.”

Please. It’s that word that does it. Unleashes something inside of me.

Pushing her back toward the bed, her hands trustingly resting on my biceps, I pause at the edge. “Sit.” If my voice doesn’t sound quite normal, there’s a good reason for that, the constriction of my jeans around my swollen dick.

Clearly wanting to be an active participant, her hands start to move toward me, zooming in at a point below my waist.

“Uh uh.” Bending over I speak into her ear. As I admonish her, moving her hands and placing them at her sides, I continue in a low, but firm voice, “I’m in charge.” Her sharp intake of breath suggests she likes the idea.

Keeping my mouth by the side of her head, I instruct, “Arms up.”

She obeys without hesitation. That flimsy tank top is easy to pull off, revealing ample, perky breasts. Her nipples are erect and perfect, her aureole pink and quite large.

“Wanna play with your tits. Offer them to me.”

In the light of the lamp she’s lit, presumably for my benefit, I see her cheeks pinken. But she does what I ask, cupping her hands around those smooth round globes and raising them to me.

Careful not to touch her anywhere else, I lower my mouth and suck a nipple right in between my lips. There’s no finesse as my tongue traps it to the roof of my mouth.

“Oh!”

I’m watching every reaction. She pushes against me as if wanting more, so I close my teeth applying a little pressure until it becomes almost a bite. She writhes, moans, making me think of possibilities as I release that nipple and pay the same attention to the other.

“Beef, I…”

Yeah, baby. Incapable of forming words.That’s what I like. I’ll be fucked if she isn’t getting enjoyment from me playing with her tits. Tits or ass? I’ve never known what I like best, but I’d be content to play for hours. That she seems happy enough to let me is just what I want.

“Undo my zip, darlin’. Free him for me. But don’t touch.”

---