Hendrix

 

 

Sunlight filtered through the curtains late the next day, rousing me from sleep. My eyes adjusted to the intrusion and I looked over at the nightstand, a bright red light confirming it was twenty past ten. I’d never slept in this late.

Not since college.

Nymph lay beside me on her stomach, one leg raised up with her hand resting below her cheek. Adorable with a hint of sexy once you looked lower and realized, she wasn’t wearing anything but a threadbare tank top and cheekies.

At once, I was hard. Throbbed beneath the cotton of my lounge pants.

Eyes set on the swell of her ass barely covered by the blanket, I pulled out my cock and stroked myself. Up, then down with a twist. Thumb across the slit, I spread the drop of pre-come there and used it as lubrication.

There was no denying that I was horny as fuck.

We’d gone straight to bed after dinner with the zoning commissioner and his wife. Two of the most uptight people I had ever met, and yet, they were putty in Beau’s hands.

Hung on to her every word as if she were a goddess who had come down to reveal the secrets of the universe.

It was both amusing and frustrating to sit back and watch as she took over dinner conversation. Poised in her answers, she was precise and informative. Helpful and admirable. Motherfucking gorgeous when in her element.

It had been lovely until we got in the car and silence descended upon our bubble.

Not a word. Not a single look.

Beau was angry with me, and I had no idea as to the why.

Another stroke while I kicked my pants off. Let them fall off the edge of the bed in my haste.

The more I watched her in that restful slumber, the more I wanted—needed to connect with her. Desecrate her beautiful skin with my marks. Be balls deep inside her warmth and make this right.

There was one truth we couldn't deny no matter how much we disagreed on everything: together we were combustible. A volatile explosion of lust that dominated our senses and made rational thinking near impossible.

Beau sighed in her sleep and switched positions once more. This time, she had both legs straight, just spread wide enough that I could settle between them without waking her up.

I lowered my face to her panties and brought her sweet scent into my nostrils. “Fuck, nymph. Smell so good, baby.” A tiny moan escaped her, and she moved again, just a small gyration against the mattress that, had I not been behind her, I would’ve never noticed. My fingers traced the edge of her underwear, from the curve of her ass to her hip, and stopped at the enclosure on the side. Ribbon crisscrossed over her flesh as if it were a corset—holding the delicate lace in place.

Before I could stop myself, I pulled on one string. More skin. So soft.

Peeled it back and over her cheek. Then the other side.

One tug, and she would be bare to my eyes.

“Hendrix,” she whimpered and gave a subtle arch to her lower body. Even in her sleep, she thought of me. Wanted me as I did her body.

Beau’s lower body rose up, and I didn’t waste a single second of the opportunity. I removed her panties. Again, she stirred, mumbled something that I couldn’t quite make out.

Sleep was starting to evade her, and I needed inside her heat before she could push me away—continue with that I’m-pissed-off bullshit from last night.

Parting her ass cheeks, I exposed he—let a trail of spit run down her puckered hole and onto the head of my cock, using the swollen tip to spread my saliva over her opening before burying myself to the hilt in one deep thrust.

Her body at once bowed into itself, a scream caught in her throat.

A warm rush of wetness coated me on the second pump of my hips, and I groaned in her ear. “Morning, nymph.”

“What do you think…Jesus, Hendrix.” Beau tightened around my length, but I wasn’t having it and spanked her. It had the opposite effect, and my naughty girl bucked. Pulled me all the way out, only to push back on my dick.

I stopped moving and let her fuck herself on my length.

She rose up on all fours and worked me. Gyrated—motherfucking rode me hard. Her wetness now coated my inner thighs. I could hear just how soaked she was—it only added to the perverse hunger I held for this woman.

One of her tiny hands reached below us, and the tip of a finger grazed my heavy balls. My eyes rolled back. Every muscle in my body locked down tight in anger. In how she drove me insane to the point of forgetting who owned whom.

Beau’s signature was on my contract.

She did as I said.

Mine.

With large hands, my fingers grabbed hers—extended them out, and brought her small body flat down to the mattress. Covered her with my own sweaty flesh.

From head to toe, we were one.

“Don’t fucking move,” I growled out, my teeth at her neck, scraping from collarbone to the area just beneath her ear. My hips pumped in and out; this time taking my pleasure without caring about hers.

Selfishly.

Unmerciful. One hand on her hip, I dug my nails in. Every cell in my body tingled. This girl pinned beneath me was crying out things that made no sense.

“What was that, nymph? Repeat,” I demanded, bringing the hand on her hip beneath her. Circled her clit twice, and enjoyed each spasm of her walls on my length. “You want to come?”

“Please.” A nod, followed by that keening sound from the back of her throat that drove me wild.

“Fucking beg me.”

Her body seized. “Never.”

“Have it your way, then.” I pulled out, ready to spill my seed on her back when she flipped the tables on me. Brought her hand down to her pussy and inserted one…then a second finger, deep into her core.

Pumped in and out a few times while I watched.

Another low moan.

Her slickness could be heard while she rubbed tight circles over her clit.

I snapped, lost control, and without a single shred of care slammed into her tight, wet heat. My teeth found her neck again just as I stroked into her a second time, and she clamped down.

It was wild. Sexy.

Seeing her at the height of her release brought on my own. Without control, I spilled into her pussy and held myself inside. Spurt after hot spurt mixed with her slickness.

The entire room smelled of us, and I liked it.

She fell back asleep after a few minutes, but I didn’t move a single muscle. Beau didn’t complain about my weight on her, and I just couldn’t make myself move.

She felt too good.

“Good morning,” I called out, walking into the kitchen, and heading straight for the coffee machine. It was late, way past twelve when I woke up to an empty bed and cold sheets.

Silence greeted me.

Beau was there, sitting at the kitchen island eating some kind of noodle soup. Beside her bowl was a bottle of hot sauce and a cut lime, which I know I didn't buy.

Did not look appetizing at all.

“Are you going to ignore me?”

Nothing. Not a peep.

What I got instead was her rising and placing her half-eaten concoction in the sink. Her ass encased in a pair of skin-tight yoga pants was all I saw while she walked past me and out the door.

Won't deny that my eyes ate her up. That my mouth watered. But past all that, I was pissed at her for ignoring me.

Keeping me at bay.

I followed her out and into the living room. Caught that tight little ass before she could sit down, and brought her against me.

Every curve fit perfectly against my harsher planes.

“Let me go,” Beau hissed out, her nails digging into the skin of my wrist. “Now.”

“No.” I sat down with her on my lap, her back to my chest. “We need to talk, nymph. I don't do well with this ignoring bullshit.”

Hackles raised, Beau tried to stand up, and that timeI let her. Watched as she paced the length of my living room twice, before turning her blazing green eyes on me. “Did you know? Did you use me last night to seal whatever deal you’re working on?”

“Are you kidding me?” I laughed, finding the irony in her ire more than amusing.“Let’s not be naïvehere, Beau. Mutual exchange of benefits, sweetheart. Or did you forget?”

“No, I haven’t, Hendrix.” The extra bite to my name caused my dick to twitch, a slight jerk in my thin lounge pants she caught. Rolled her eyes at.“I’m not ignorant to what you both forced and committed me to. I get that you need me in certain situations to create a buffer, but at the very least, have the decency to tell me so. Do notput me in a position where I am caught unaware—unsure as to whether I need to shut up and smile, or engage. Be considerate, you jerk.”

She turned to walk away and toward the windows, made it to the glass before I was pressed against her hot flesh once more. Let her feel me and how hard that little speech made me.

My lips found their way to her neck andpeppered her with kisses.“I’ll concede to that request on one condition.”

A low, keening moan left her as I nipped the skin.“Depends on what you want? It’s getting awfully exhausting always giving and not getting much in return.”

I ignored her petulance.

Ignored that ridiculously sexy pout.

That minute shift of her hips against my cock.

Lips at her ear, I exhaled.“Come away with me for the weekend. Let me show you how nice I can be when inspired. Let me spoil you,nymph.”

“Don’t know if that’dbe such a good idea.”

It wasn’t a flat-out no—I could work with.

Turning her around, I picked her up. Forced her tanned legs to wrap themselves around my waist. Small fingers held onto me—dug in to my shoulders for leverage, while I walked us back to the couch, sitting down with her now straddling me. Her heat right over my throbbing dick.

Once situated, I tilted her chin so our eyes could meet.“Apologies aren’t my thing, sweetheart, but I’m trying to convey that I appreciate what you were able to do at dinner with James and his wife. You were beautiful, poised…compassionate.” I kissed her chin, then lips with a soft brush of my own.“I’m in awe of you, Beau. Couldn’thave been prouder to have you on my arm that night.”

A beautiful tinge of pink touched the apple of her cheeks.“Nicest thing you’ve said to me. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Pulling her in closer, I let her snuggle into me, kissed the crown of her head.“So, will you? Let me take you away this weekend and pamper you, nymph.”

“No need to spend money on me, Hendrix. I’m just as happy to stay in…we can Netflix and chill.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Google it.” She giggled, her tiny body shaking above me.“How do you not know what that is? Old man needs a few lessons in—”

Beau couldn’t breathe as my fingers dug in, tickling her. Breathless, she tried and tried to push me away to no avail. Brat thought she could call me old and get away with it?

I tickled her mercilessly until she almost fell back onto the floor.

And that’s when it hit me. Her words before asking that we stay in.

Not to spend money on her.

But isn’t that the point of being a sugar baby? T