Diesel
“How was your day, Pixie?” I asked as I buried my face in her neck and wrapped my arms around her from behind.
The house smelled amazing, just like it did every day I came home from work. She wiggled her butt against me but didn’t stop stirring the soup she was cooking for dinner. Man, I loved that fucking woman. I got lucky that she found me.
A groan escaped me as my dick twitched behind my zipper.
“El,” I growled in warning but she just giggled at me.
“My day was good,” she said answering my question from a minute ago. “Yours?”
“Long,” I replied as I kissed my way up her neck. “Those pictures you sent me didn’t help either.”
Seemed I had turned little, innocent Ellie into my own personal sex fiend. Not that I minded one fucking bit.
“Your package came,” she said as she looked over her shoulder at me.
Her cheeks tinted pink and by the look in her eyes, she had an idea just what that package contained. There were times when she still had that cute little shyness about her and I loved it. But once I got her naked, she wasn’t so shy anymore.
“Oh, yeah?” I said acting surprised.
I lightly nipped her shoulder before I stepped back and walked over to the table. Sure enough, there was a box with my name on it. I picked it up and turned to her. She took the spoon out of the soup and replaced the lid. Her eyes lit the fuck up when she turned to look at me.
“Well?” She motioned with an impatient hand for me to open it. Only I wasn’t going to. “Diesel, please,” she said with those little sad eyes that got me just about every time.
Not this time though, she could plead and beg all she wanted, but she was still going to have to wait.
Tucking the box under my arm, I walked back over to her, placed one hell of a kiss on her pouty lips, then walked away without another word. When she harrumphed, I couldn’t help but to chuckle.
Valentine’s Day was around the corner. This was our first real one together. Club drama was at a minimum and we were all safe. Fate was sleeping through the night, though I had made plans to be kid free on the big night. So, this was the one that was going to count.
My sweet Pixie had never really had a chance to explore things. I knew she was curious, though she wouldn’t ever say it out loud. She usually let me take the lead and if she liked it, she would get into it. Sometimes, it took her a while to let her inhibitions slip, but when they did, she was a dirty, sexy, wildcat—claws and all. And you wouldn’t hear me complaining one fucking bit.
So, I had this grand ole plan to give her a little surprise every night for the next few days. The big day would come with a big gift, something she would really want but might be too reserved to ask for. I was using the next few days to figure out what that was, because, if I was being honest, there were too many options for what that could be. Until then, I was going to throw out ideas here and there, you know, fill her mind with sexy thoughts and see what really got her going. I was prepared to pull whatever it was that she wanted out of her. I knew I had to make her comfortable in every way in order for her to let go. Guessed it was a good thing that I wasn’t particularly squeamish about many things.
Later that night, after Fate had been asleep for a while and we knew she wasn’t going to wake again, I flopped down on the couch. I sat there like I didn’t have anything better to do. Though, truth was, I couldn’t wait to get my Pixie naked. It was like that all the time. I always thought that I would get bored being with one person for a long period of time. But, then I found my one and I never looked back.
“Diesel.” Her light and airy voice floated through the room with a hint of a pleading whine to it. I chuckled to myself knowing exactly why.
She made her way over to me, her nipples already pebbled under her thin tee. I could see she was trying to be slick by losing her bra.
I grabbed the remote like I was going to watch some TV but didn’t actually turn it on. Though I acted like the box was long forgotten, it was the only thing on my mind.
“Caleb,” she whispered as she straddled my lap. My hands automatically went to her waist and with a firm jerk, I pulled her closer to me. I knew she could feel how hard I was for her. Her sweet moan filled the air. “Please,” she begged.
“Please what, baby?” I breathed into her skin as my lips sucked and nibbled the tender flesh of her neck. Her body shivered and I loved how she reacted to me every single fucking time. “What do you need, Pixie?”
“I want to know what’s in the box. Are you really going to make me wait until Valentine’s Day?” Her fingers threaded through my hair and she gave a little tug.
I pulled back to look into her green eyes. They sparkled with mischief and when she bit the side of her lip, I was done for. As my hands firmly grabbed her ass, I stood up. Her legs automatically went around my waist. With lightning steps, I carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed.
“This box?” I asked as I pointed to the box that wasn’t even a foot away from her head. She nodded frantically and I pulled out my knife, slicing the tape all the way through. “Go ahead, babe.” I sat down next to her as she rolled over so fast her hair violently whipped around.
She dove in without looking, her hand came back out with the first thing she grabbed. She stared at it for a bit with a shocked expression on her face.
I knew I wasn’t going to have to explain this one but I had a feeling it would take her a moment to catch on. It didn’t really look like a vibrator and that was sort of its appeal. It looked more like some weird decoration. The purple color was anything but flesh toned and it looked like two flower petals, one bigger than the other.
I should have put a little more thought into this. There was sort of an order it should have gone in so as not to scare her or make her more confused. But it was too late now. All I could do was to hope that things came out in somewhat of the right order.
“Is…is this a vibrator?” she asked and the last part came out as a hushed whisper. I chuckled because she was so damn cute.
“Yes, baby. For those nights when I’m away. Never want to leave you unsatisfied,” I said as I watched her claw at the packaging to release the thing. “Or, you know, I could use it on you. If you want.”
To that, her eyes lit up. Yeah, I had a wild girl waiting to be released, and I was the lucky man that got to show her the way.
“That wouldn’t be, um, weird?” she asked then bit the side of her lip.
“Not at all, baby. Now, go on. See what else is in there,” I said encouragingly with a nod.
Her eyes went wide when she pulled out a pair of hot pink, fur-lined cuffs. I wasn’t sure if it would be her thing, so I went with simple. When it came to bondage, I wasn’t one to go all crazy, anyway. Test the waters, that was my theory on it.
I could tell I didn’t need to explain those as she ran her fingers over the soft inside and with a nod, set them on the bed next to the vibrator.
Next came the lube. After she read the label, she shook her head and looked at me confused.
“But,” she started and I knew what was coming next, “I don’t need lube.”
And while it was so true, because she could get soaking wet for me at the drop of a hat, I didn’t want to ruin what else was in there. When I didn’t say anything, she shrugged and moved on.
There were only two things left in the box but they were pretty much the same, just different sizes. I also had another idea on top of all of this, but I would get to that in a little bit.
As she pulled the cute little one out that was hot pink and one end was shaped like a heart, her nose scrunched up in confusion. I urged her to go ahead and empty the box, and she came back out with one a little larger than the first, only this one was flat black.
“I don’t…” she said as she turned them over and inspected them. “They look like those really skinny Christmas trees.” She observed and I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. That was actually exactly what they looked like, though, I hadn’t thought of them that way until now.
“This is what the lube is for, baby,” I said as I pulled her over to me and kissed her. “I told you I want to take every part of you,” I growled into her ear. And there was that damn shiver again.
“Oh,” she breathed out in a pant as she caught on.
“I’m going to own this ass, Pixie.” I gave it a slap for good measure. “But for tonight, we are going to start with porn.”
Her cheeks heated. Though we had never talked about it, I knew she’d never watched any. So, I thought a little introduction was in order. It wasn’t really my thing, hadn’t really had a use for it in many years. I mean, I had lived at the compound, where there was pussy available every second of every day. Then I met Ellie, and the way that woman was, I didn’t need anything else. But this wasn’t about me. It was about expanding her world and opening her up to things I knew she wasn’t likely to ask about. I believed she had the right to explore and try new shit, and I was happy to be her guide.
“Like watch it…together?” she asked hesitantly.
“Yes, baby. Like we go through, see if something sounds interesting to you, then we hit play.”
“Oh, okay.” She thought about it for a minute. “Is that what other couples do? Like, is that a thing? Have you…?”
“One, I don’t care what other couples do. Two, enough people do it that it would probably be considered normal, if that matters so much to you. And three, no, never watched porn with someone. Watched it alone, yes, when I was like fifteen. But have I ever cared enough about someone to want to give them the experience of watching and then fucking—because that will be happening—to porn? The answer is no.”
“Okay then,” she said and her green eyes twinkled at me. “Yeah, let’s do it.”
“That’s my girl,” I said pulling her to me and kissing her like crazy. “Be ready. We will be using some of those tomorrow.” I pointed to the pile of things on the bed. My tone was a half warning, however, I knew it didn’t need to be. I had a feeling she was excited about everything in that damn box.
So then I told her to get naked and I watched as she stripped down one piece of clothing at a time. I would never get tired of looking at her. Then I did the same.
With the laptop set on the bed between us, I pulled up the site Bocca had told me to use. Yes, I did ask him, because I wasn’t all about having a shit load of crap on my computer, and I trusted he would know the best places to avoid that. Turned out I was right.
Her eyes danced around the screen that had a list of categories. I could see the confusion knit in her brow. I knew she was trying to figure out what some of them were, but I sat back and waited for her to ask. Sure, it was a bit mean but this was all part of the process of trying to get her more comfortable and open.
“Wh-What is…facial? Is that like some sort of weird spa thing?” Her brow cocked in the cutest way and I did my best not to chuckle at her.
“No, El. It’s when I guy shoots his load all over a chick’s face.” I said as calmly as I could manage.
“Oh,” she said and her face scrunched up. Couldn’t say I didn’t see that coming. I knew that wouldn’t be her thing.
“So…I’m guessing creampie doesn’t have anything to do with baking.” She bit her lip and goddamn, it was so adorable. All I could do was shake my head, I knew if I opened my mouth I would end up laughing and the last thing I wanted was for her to think I was making fun of her.
“Okay…well point to some more…uh, normal things, I guess. Things that maybe, a first-timer should stick to.” Her wide eyes looked at me.
“Alright, so here is a rundown of some you might like.” I pointed to each as I went through them. I avoided certain ones, like Hentai and anything involving girls that looked way too young, including that weird daddy shit that I wasn’t into. Hey, if that is your thing, I am not judging, but given that I now had a daughter it just felt too creepy.
“Wait? Milking? Is that what I think it is?”
“Yes, babe.”
“You’re not…into that are you?” she asked as she looked down at her chest. God, I hoped she wasn’t thinking about it.
“Ellie, no. Don’t even think. Just no.” I shook my head.
“Well, what are you into?” She looked at me with those sexy green eyes and the world stopped for a moment. When I didn’t answer, her attention turned back to the screen and kept going. “Does that mean three people? And I don’t get the difference. They are the same letters just in a different order?”
I froze.
“Caleb?”
Okay, so I never really told Ellie about the fact that I had been with guys before. That I in fact, on a few occasions, found them attractive. It wasn’t like I was ashamed or wanted to hide it from her. It was more like…well, I never wanted her to feel insecure in our relationship. I didn’t want to give her any doubts that she was enough for me. Because she was. She was everything. And I didn’t want her to think that I needed that in my life to feel satisfied.
The big question was, how could I explain all this to her now, after waiting so long? Then that brought on more questions. Like, how would she react? Would she shut down on me? Would she hate me? I never intended to keep it from her, but at the same time, maybe in the back of my mind, I wasn’t ready to tell her.
“I’m guessing it means two males and one female, right?” She went on when I didn’t say anything.
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat trying to pull myself back into the situation. “One is strictly two men doing things to the woman. The other…is where…the guys do stuff to each other, too.”
“Oh…Oh!” She said as her brain started to catch on to what that meant.
And just like that, my anxiety slipped away a bit, because her face lit up at the thought.
“Baby? Tell me what you’re thinkin’.” I asked low as I pinned her with my eyes. I couldn’t help it, my dick twitched as I could see the wheels turning in her head. She was thinking about it a little too hard to just be something she would pass on.
“Um, like…the men have sex?”
“Yes, sometimes. Or one could suck the other off. Just think of whatever two guys can do together and throw a pussy into the mix. So, just about anything, babe.”
“How would that all work?” At this point, her mouth was moving but I knew she wasn’t really aware that she was speaking these things out loud. I loved it though, because this was the Ellie I always tried to pull out.
“Do you want to just see, so all your questions can be answered? If you don’t like it, we can turn it off.” I watched her face as I asked.
“Yes!” she answered enthusiastically. “I mean…you know, if you are okay with seeing two guys…touch each other.”
That was my opening and I would have been an idiot not to take it.
“El, baby,” I started, capturing her full attention. “What if I told you that I would like it?”
Her brows pinched together as if she didn’t quite get what I was trying to tell her.
“What if I told you that I’ve been with men before?” I held my fucking breath. I could admit I was nervous about her reaction.
“Really?” Her green eyes sparkled as she looked at me in a new light. And hell, if that was how she was going to look at me now that she knew, then fuck, I’d take it. I knew I’d found the perfect woman, and she was always proving that point right.
So then we had a conversation about it. I told her about some of my experiences, including Chris. She was open in asking questions and I was honest with every answer.
Then we watched two guys fuck each other while a chick with fake tits and bottle blonde hair touched herself on the bed a foot away from them. And I fucked her from behind while her eyes were glued to the damn screen. Her moans grew louder as the images changed to all three of them going at it. Then she came hard, soaking my cock, when the men pulled out and came all over the chick’s tits.
Well, holy fucking shit!
I knew what I was going to give Ellie for Valentine’s Day now. I just hoped my idea would go over as easily as it had come to me. And I couldn’t lie and say I wouldn’t get anything out of it. In fact, I was antsy to see how it all played out.