***Sico***

“That...was very entertaining,” Calix’s voice rumbles, making my head swing to the right.

The idiot is sitting on the couch with his arms spread out over the back, one leg resting at the ankle on his knee.

“Enjoy the show, did you? Fucker. Wasn’t it rather tame compared to the kinky fucking you have openly displayed in that club of yours? Bet it’s been awhile since you fucked one on one without tying her down or using clamps and shit.” I snicker.

Calix owns Ares, a BDSM club. Busy man with being a detective and working two nights a week as a bartender in the Purple Bean, a bar that the club owns. That’s just how this man functions, I guess. Always busy, and yet always the fucking outside appearance of pure serenity. That shit mirrors in the damn white suits he always wears.

But I’ve been around this guy long enough to know he can flip his shit and swears like anyone else. The difference is...he keeps it to himself, either inside his head or takes it out when he’s fighting. That’s how he blows off steam. Usually in the gym but that fucker used to participate in underground fighting. Calix is not how he seems. He’s a fucking wildcard.

“The hate fucking I just witnessed?” He slowly shakes his head. “I wish. I’m curious.” Placing his shoe on the floor, some high-class brand since the fucker lives and breathes old money, he leans forward as he places his forearms on his knees. “Is that the only time you guys are actually nice to each other? That’s primal, you know. I’ve always wondered what that would be like, the hate fucking I mean. Not one woman I’ve had the pleasure of playing with has spiked such a reaction. The two of you have a special brand of fireworks. I think I envy you on that level.”

Just what I fucking need. “You’re here for backup, Calix. Rein in the fucking psychological shit. Save it for the members of your club but not in this house and especially not when it concerns me and my ol’lady.”

He throws both hands up in defense. “Hey, point taken. But I’m just sayin’.”

“Don’t need to hear it,” I growl and stalk out of the house to get the other grocery bags that are still in the car.

Great, just fucking great. To complicate shit even more I now have Calix analyzing everything. That fucker is always taking people apart to see how they function. He’s a good judge of character, don’t get me wrong, and that’s what he needs in his line of work. A damn detective that closes almost every case he sets his teeth into. Oh, and that fucking club of his, let’s not forget that kinky part. He likes to observe, hence the reason he’s a bartender.

That fucker sees everything. Not to mention no one notices him, he’s like a fly on the wall. Just like he was dead silent as I was fucking Simi, never knowing someone was there in the room with us. Great. With that reminder my cock swells, lighting up the craving to have her again. Like always, I can never get enough of her.

Is that the only time you guys are actually nice to each other? Calix’s words slam through me again. That’s fucking reality and until now, I never even realized the fact that we are actually nice to each other when we fuck. Seems that it comes natural considering the fact that she feels so damn right in my arms. Everything falls into place and I just relish in the moment where it’s just the two of us. My all-time fucking happy place; inside her.

Great. Now I’m sporting a damn boner again, one I just solved by fucking Simi and seeing the last time we fucked was days ago and the fact that she’s mad as shit at me again for not wearing a damn rubber...yeah, next angry fuck will be days away. Even when I just told her we shouldn’t wait that long. If only I used a condom; she seemed less ticked when I do and even schedules the next fuck the same day or the day after.

Yes. I said schedule. As in a text. She picks the day and time and when we meet...damn Calix with pointing it out because now I realize she comes in angry, melts when I’ve got her in my arms and grows cold right after. Meaning she gets dressed and walks away without looking back. Except when I fuck up with the condom, then she gives me hell straight after.

I’ve put all the groceries away when Calix strolls into the kitchen. “You okay with me cookin’?”

“Fuck, yeah. Knock yourself out,” I tell the man. For the sake of all our bellies, this guy needs to make us dinner.

He doesn’t offer or do it often but when he takes off his jacket and gets into the kitchen at the clubhouse? Not a crumb of food is left, no matter what he whips up. That fucker has so many skills it’s a fucking miracle he’s still single. But that’s none of my business.

Heading upstairs with my bags, I barge into Simi’s bedroom. She’s lying on the bed, well...not for long seeing she dashed up the second I stepped inside. The book she was holding flies to the floor.

“What the hell?” she spits out. Narrowing her eyes, she continues. “Get out, spawn of Satan. Take one of the rooms further down the hall, I’ve got enough spare bedrooms.”

Simi reaches for her book; her hair is still damp from the shower she took. With the tight yoga pants she’s wearing it’s a visual my hands cannot skip. Dropping the bags, I replace them with her magnificent ass, grinding her against my cock to create friction that might ease the throbbing somewhat.

“What are you doing?” She groans in an effort to reject me but it sounds like a needy moan in my ears.

She might hate me for a few days, like she always does after I’ve fucked her bare, but I’m done with walking away and ignoring her. I’m dead set on prolonging the nice attitude between us, and if that means fucking most of the time? So. Be. It.

Leaning over her, I place my lips next to her ear and murmur, “Get on the bed, beautiful. I need to eat that sweet cunt.”

I can hear her sharp intake of breath, shocked at my offer.

“You heard me. I need it. Are you going to deny me?” I challenge, because, fuck...me eating pussy? Putting my mouth on a woman, or giving her an orgasm for that matter? That shit wasn’t something I’d do for any woman. Not until this one I’m holding right here.

She’s still frozen in place when she asks, “What’s the catch?”

See? Even my ol’lady knows something’s up because I haven’t offered that shit until now. “Get naked and put that ass on the bed, legs spread wide and cunt on show.”

I’m deliberately ignoring her question. Lucky for the both of us she’s selfish enough to step toward the bed and throw her clothes to the floor, getting herself ready to be devoured by my mouth.

She’s got ink on most places of her body and it just makes her more beautiful in my eyes. I’ve heard Simi got most over the last few months, her brother inking the designs she made herself. Mostly floral art with shades and fine lines. Every inch of her skin is delicious, pierced or not, inked or not, curvy where my hands need it. A fucking wet dream this woman of mine.

I keep my clothes on and pin her with a stare. “This,” I point at her sweet slit glistening and ready for me, “is going to happen every night from now on. Your only choice in this will be my covered-up cock afterwards,” I reach for my bag and pull out one motherfucking huge box of condoms and throw it on the bedside table before I finish, “or leave it with just one orgasm by my tongue. In return I will sleep in this bed right next to you where we will have one normal conversation a day.”

Her eyes narrow and I can see she’s ready to throw me out of her room. Not fucking happening.

“Don’t mistake my statement as a fucking question or some shit we need to discuss. This is going to happen because we’re stuck in this, in the house and tied to one another. You’re mine and I made that very clear so we’re going to fucking work on enjoying each other some more. Unless you think my tongue can’t give you pleasure each day. Or fuck,” and here’s a fucking olive branch that might as well be my cock for that matter, “you’ve got the power to allow me to get off or that it’s just you who’s getting all the action between the both of us.”

Yeah. Her whole fucking face lights up. Beautiful. Hence the reason I damn well call her that when I’m balls deep because she’s just that...absolutely breathtaking.

“It’s a deal, if,” Her tongue sneaks over her bottom lip.

“If what?” I ask huskily, putting one knee on the bed.

Her gaze shifts to my mouth. “If you throw in a kiss at least once a day.”

And the fucking knee is off the bed. Fuck. I guess that’s it, huh? She sees me as clear as I see her. I shrug a hand over my face and trail it up over my head, ripping away the hair tie so it all tumbled down. I know how much she likes it when I do that because she always rips it out whenever she gets a chance during fucking.

“Tough one, huh? Yeah, thought so, stud. Well, how about you owe me a kiss only on the days you get your cock wet? To...you know, even the score.” Her hand slides down between her inked-up legs as she starts to rub her clit. “And...I’ll throw in a little bonus,” she cuts off her words when one of her fingers slides inside her tight heat.

Aw, fuck. Reaching out, I grab her wrist and push her hand away from her cunt. “That’s mine to play with. Now tell me what the fucking bonus entails.”

“If I get to the point where you’ve given me three kisses, I’ll give you one in return.” If it wasn’t for her eyes sliding down to the bulge that’s hiding in my jeans, while biting her damn bottom lip, I would have thought she was fucking with me.

“Just so we’re clear on the bonus. If I give you three kisses, that will earn me a blowjob.” I’ve momentarily stopped breathing while I wait for her to answer me.

“Clarification,” she throws me a glare as an extra warning, “a kiss means with tongue, passionately. Not a damn split second one, or a peck on the cheek for that matter.”

The corner of my mouth twitches. Smart little girl that’s lying in front of me with her cunt on show. “Deal.”

I think we’re getting along quite nicely already if you ask me. Inching closer, I hover above my very own slice of heaven and inhale her sweet scent. Moving both my arms underneath her ass, I dive my tongue deep inside.

And fuck. I know damn well the reason I never put my mouth on any cunt, top or bottom, is because it’s too personal and I never let anyone get close. I simply don’t know how but mostly I just don’t care. But with her...I’m getting high on her taste alone. That’s the whole reason I told her I’m fine with not fucking her and only eating her pussy every night.

You could say I’m a little rusty but that shit doesn’t fly. The only contact in the past concerning my mouth and a cunt was my spit hitting it to lube it up for my condom covered cock. This? What I’m doing right now? I’m damn well making love with my woman’s sweet pussy. Yeah, totally switched from cunt to pussy in my head. The way she’s purring underneath my touch, there’s just no denying; she’s the only female alive who deserves my respect and so much more.

“I could do this for hours,” I mumble my words against her slick skin, more to myself than to her. “I just can’t get enough. Maybe I’ll go for a damn record or something. Start with one orgasm and keep adding one a day. Would day twenty mean I get to keep doing this all night or will you light up with every lick of my tongue sliding over your clit? What do you think, beautiful?”

“Whatever. Just keep...yes...that...oh, damn...keep doing that.” She’s got both hands fisted in my long hair and is grinding that delicious pussy against my face.

The only thing I can fucking do is work my tongue in the limited space I have until her screams fill the bedroom and her taste explodes in my mouth. But I don’t stop there. It’s empowering to know I’m the one who brought her the pleasure that consumed her for a moment in time, but the aftermath is like dessert.

Her fingers slide from my hair as she slumps on the bed. I take my time tracing every single inch of her skin with my tongue, relishing in the fact that she spasms as soon as I slide over that bundle of nerves. So fucking sensitive. I shake my head against her pussy so my beard tickles her one final time before I sit back.

I don’t even bother to wipe my mouth. I’m surrounded by her scent and like I mentioned earlier; I’m high on her taste. My gaze is still locked on that glistening treasure I just devoured when I hear her groan.

“Stop looking at me like that. I don’t think I have any more energy in me. I need food first before I can so much as squeeze your cock.” She throws her arm over her eyes and releases a dramatic sigh, making me chuckle.

I pat her thigh. “No worries, beautiful. I’m going to take a quick shower. Calix is fixing dinner so you being hungry is a good thing because that fucker can cook...damn. Let’s hope we can get him to fix us dinner every day. You comin’? Shower I mean?”

Her hand slides away from her face and one well-groomed, pierced eyebrow raises. Yeah, I damn well know I’m still calling her beautiful, even though my cock isn’t on the verge of getting some action. I don’t know if I can keep from running my mouth when others are near but I’m going to damn well make an effort to talk to my woman the way she deserves. I’m bound to fuck up, no illusions about that, like I said...I’m making an effort.

“You think about it, see if you can get that sweet pussy moving toward the shower. I can’t even remember a time I showered with a woman.” The corner of my mouth twitches when I see both her eyebrows shoot to the ceiling.

“I’m...I...I’m going to dye my hair, see?” She points to the product that’s on a desk in the corner.

Flaming burgundy. Damn. That’s going to be hot. I nod in appreciation. Okay, time for my ass to get moving, seems like I’m overdoing it or some shit. With her taste still on my tongue...I’ve got a shower that’s calling my name and a cock to squeeze because I’m still hard as fuck.