Page 6 of Taffy
I turn my attention to Tina, holding her bag of taffy out to me with her innocent eyes and her flirty little dress. It skims across the top of her thighs and moves with the breeze. I want to reach my hand under the hem and test if she’s as wet as I am hard.
She pops a piece of candy into her mouth and chews. I groan.
“I’m leaving,” I say, dropping my bag in the trash and hightailing it back to my bike.
“Troy.” She follows behind me, almost running in her bid to keep up. “You don’t have to run away from this. We’re both adults here. So, your daughter is my best friend, and it complicates the fuck out of things. That doesn’t mean we have to completely avoid each other.”
“I should tan your hide for using language like that,” I say, voice gruff as I stop beside my bike and grab my helmet. I chance meeting her eyes and note the smirk curving up her juicy mouth as she chews on her taffy.
“Promise?” She’s tempting me, and I don’t think I’m strong enough to keep walking away from this. It’s a crazy over-the-top feeling that has clawed its way under my skin and possessed my mind in the same way I want to possess her.I need to make her mine.
My heart hammers in my ears, and my control slips.
“Fuck,” I say, grabbing the back of her neck and dragging her against me.
Tina
The bag of taffy falls from my grip as his mouth collides with mine. My head swims.He’s kissing me.
Troy is kissing me.
It takes all of a second for me to respond by sinking into his chest and sighing. I grip the front of his shirt and part my lips, allowing the determined strokes of his tongue to dominate and guide me.
Nothing has ever felt so right.
I can’t even consider how this could be wrong. There’s something here, something big. Call me naïve, call me a dreamer, but I feel sure this man and I are meant to be. I think he’s who I’ve been saving myself for.
“You taste like peaches and cream,” he murmurs against my lips as we come up for air. He holds my face between his hands like I’m the most precious thing in this world.
“It’s the taffy,” I whisper.
“I used to like raspberry peach. But this is my new favorite flavor.”
I smile. “Mine too. I’ve never been kissed like that before.”
He smiles. “I’m out of practice.”
“Good,” I say, knowing that a man who’s ‘in practice’ couldn’t possibly be the right one for me.
“You like to speak your mind, don’t you?” He chuckles, and I shrug.
“It’s both a blessing and a curse.”
“OK.” He takes a deep inhale as he releases me and places a hand on the seat of his bike. “Then what do you think we should do here? You and I, we’re complicated.”
“I know. Kate’s my best friend, and I don’t want to come between you two.”
“I don’t want to come between you either.”
“But,” I say.
“But,” he echoes, meeting my eyes in an intense stare. His grey eyes reflect the colorful lights along the pier as he shifts his weight and cages me against his bike. “I don’t think I can deny this.” He dips his head and inhales. “This sweet innocence you exude is making my cock beg for the tightness of your cunt.”
I suck in a breath, my body shuddering as I almost cream my panties at the thought. I love that he’s direct. It makes me feel safe and wanted. It gives me the confidence to reply with, “Iwantyou to put your cock in my wet cunt. It’s all I’ve thought about all day.” He groans.
“That mouth.” He presses himself against me, showing me how aroused he is as his hand sneaks up the back of my dress and cups my ass. “I don’t know whether I should punish it, or put my dick in it.” His fingers trace the lace edge of my cotton panties, and I moan. I want to suck his cock. I want him to touch me.
“You can do anything you want with it,” I whisper. And I feel his cock twitch against my belly.
