“I don’t want you with anyone else.” She looked over her shoulder at me; eyes widened at seeing me. I stepped closer. “I mean it,” I clarified. “Not with anyone, and especially not with that son of a bitch out there.” I motioned behind me.

She cleared her throat, before slowly licking her lips. She studied me carefully. Whether she knew it or not, no matter what I said a few seconds ago didn’t mean shit, and we both knew it. It was just talk, all talk. It’s what she says now, is all that matters. She knew I was giving her everything. I fucked up, not her, and I was willing to risk it.

She looked back behind her to the flowers. “I bet you didn’t know horticulture was my favorite subject?” She’s wrong. I did know.

She walked over to a particular flower, and gently touched one.

“I have lots of favorites here,” she looked around the room. “They’re mostly…”

“Based off the name,” I finished for her, and her eyes widened. “You like the names because a lot of them are funny sounding.”

She looked at me curiously, as I walked up to one. “Your brother told me that you two often laughed at the Hookers Onion.” She gasped as she covered her mouth and giggled.

“He told you about that?”

I nodded. “I have every damn flower in here memorized because of him. Because of you.” Her eyes lit up. I walked over to a few other rows, and came back a few seconds later. “I also knew that had you been given a proper corsage, you would’ve wanted this flower.” I placed a Ghost Flower in her hair, and couldn’t help myself as I slid my fingertips through her hair and she softly sighed. I shut my eyes tight before I said the next words. “I put in my resignation with the school.”

Her body froze, and before she spoke, I continued. “I had to. It’s hard seeing you every day when all I want to do is touch you. It’s hard seeing asshole shits like Smith talk to you, or hang on to you. It kills me.” I took a deep breath, and stepped back. “When I said I didn’t want you with anyone else, I meant it. I really fucking meant it. I only want you with me.” I exhaled sharply. “I’ve no right to you. I know I don’t. Our age gaps. Fuck, you’re still in high school. After this, you can leave and go to college and meet someone else, and forget all about me, and that’s something I need to be prepared for, but right now, I’m being a selfish asshole because I love you and…”

Before I could finish, her lips crashed into mine, catching me off guard. I picked her up, carrying her to a small nearby sink. I inched her dress up so her legs could wrap around me, and I moaned, just feeling her arms around me.

“I think I’ve always loved you,” she whispered against me.

I pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes held nothing but truth. My hands slowly inched up her dress, and she gasped as I ripped her panties at the seam. She lifted as I bunched her dress around her waist and spread her wide. I trailed one finger through the soft petals of her pussy, and she shuddered. I lifted the finger to my mouth and sucked, before pulling it out with a pop, and giving her a devilish smile. I slowly rubbed her clit, and she closed her eyes on a moan.

“Watch.”

“Yes, Darius,” she whispered.

I bent down, breathing her in, before taking her clit between my teeth. Her hands flew to my hair, as my tongue sought her entrance, tonguing her as deep as I could. If there was anything I loved, it was eating her pussy. Seeing her come alive…pun intended just from my tongue, my touch, and my words, over and over again. I hummed, and she jerked as she tried to push me away, and I gripped her hips, sucking her clit harder, until she let out a soft scream before quickly covering her own mouth. When her breathing calmed, I rose and covered her mouth with mine. She always went wild when she tasted herself.

“In me,” she whispered. She undid my belt before I had a chance, and was already grabbing my cock before I fully had my zipper down. She spread her legs wider, urging me in, and I pressed my head against hers, as I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy and we both moaned, as we watched me glide my dick against her clit, teasing her as she got wetter. I hissed when the tip pushed in. It would be so easy to pump forward. So fucking easy to drown myself in her tight heat. She inched forward with determination to make that happen, and my grip on her hips tightened, holding her steady. A bead of sweat permeated across my brow, as I restrained myself.

As much as I wanted to feel her the way she was meant to be felt, we couldn’t risk it. Yeah, we did it before, but we couldn’t be careless.

“I’m on the pill,” her voice echoed my thoughts. My eyes met hers. “For a while now. A few years,” she panted.

I exhaled sharply. “Rub your clit. I want to see you.” She hesitated at first, before her fingers touched her clit and started rubbing. It didn’t take long before she found her rhythm. I bit my bottom lip. I was damn near salivating watching her pussy. I still had just the tip in, but her little movements caused more friction between us. The more friction had her pussy practically dripping. She hissed when I inched in, and I moaned. “Keep rubbing.”

Her finger moved faster, and her breathing grew heavier. I grabbed her hair tightly holding her head still against mine, keeping her head focused on where we were joined. “Don’t stop; I want that pussy to suck me in. All the fucking way in. Make that pussy choke my cock! Make that pussy suck me in!”

“Oh God! Darius!” Her body started to shudder. Seeing her pussy contract did wonders to my soul. It could bring any man down. I was transfixed as her juices coated my dick. My hand went to her nape, at the same time I slammed all the way in, feeling her convulse around me. She bit into my neck, muffling her screams. Knowing I’m the one that did this to her, that made her feel this way, made me feel primal, it made me feel animalistic, and it made me feel like she was the only thing that mattered in this entire fucking world, and I’d be damned if I ever had to let her go. She clawed at the material of my shirt, as her orgasm tore through her. I fucked her deep, needing to feel her as much as I could. Her hand slipped away from her clit, but that wasn’t enough for me. I picked right up where she left off, and she hissed as my thumb kept the pressure going on her clit, and she tensed up.

“Again,” I whispered before nipping the shell of her ear. She shook her head as I licked and sucked the column of her neck. I smirked, as I rubbed her clit harder. I said “again,” I hardened my voice. I traced her bottom lip, and she braced herself on my arm, her whole body tensing up as if that was going to stop what was going to happen. Silly girl.

“Together?” She panted out.

As much as I wanted this to last, I knew we didn’t have much time, and I was already close. I kissed her hard, as if my life depended on it. “Together,” I breathed out. I barely got the words out before I felt her pussy clamp down on me, and she bit down on her bottom lip to muffle her moan. It didn’t take much for me to go over. I thrust deep, and held myself.

We stood there both breathing heavily, me holding her; not wanting to let her go, but knew I had to eventually. I took a deep breath, before easing out of her, and tucking myself in. I grabbed a few paper towels behind her.

“I can do it.” She squeezed her legs closed.

I smirked as I spread her legs back open, “I take care of what’s mine.” She blushed as she looked away. “Surely, you’re not shy?” She didn’t respond, but instead bit her bottom lip, still not looking at me. I chuckled as I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. “The taste of your pussy is still on my lips, and you’re shy about me cleaning my cum from between your legs?”

She turned to me gasping, and I smiled. She took the paper towels from me and fanned me away as she jumped from the counter, smoothed her dress down, and checked herself over. “Do I look okay?”

I pulled her to me. “Fucking beautiful,” I murmured against her. “But I’m sure you’ve been told that all night.”

She shook her head as she started for the door. “Just by you.”

I paused. “Smith?”

She peeked out the window, before turning back to me. “What?”

“Smith didn’t tell you you looked beautiful?”

“No,” she shrugged. She shrugged like it was no big deal. It was a big fucking deal. That self-centered piece of shit. Then it dawned on me. She couldn’t go home with me tonight. She couldn’t go home with me any night. Of course, if we were married this would be…wait, what the fuck was I thinking? Marriage?

“Did you hear me?”

I looked up at Danielle. I hadn’t a clue what she said. “What?”

“I said the coast is clear. I’ll head back, wait a few minutes.”

I slowly nodded. I hated this. She went back to her so-called date, and I went back to playing hostess, as if we didn’t just fuck each other senseless. I was booked Sunday at SIX. Every Sunday was mandatory Brunch with no Britches, and this Sunday was my turn. Two of us played chef in our best thong and a bow tie, as we cooked and served. All proceeds went to charity. If we didn’t show, Betty had our ass, and we made it a point never to have our ass handed to us by Betty. We loved her, but the last thing you ever wanted was to get on Betty’s bad side.

Before Danielle opened the door, I pulled her to me, kissing her softly. “Remember what I said,” I whispered, and she nodded. I stood back into the shadows as she opened the door and went out. I reassured myself that this would all work out.

This would all work out. Because it had to.

Little did I know in a matter of hours how everything would explode tenfold.