Hot Redemption (12 page)

As if I could be distracted by a damn television when her huge tits are naked and in front of me.

I leaned back on the wall and poured the shampoo on me. Hot water continued to rain down on my skin. “Shower, turn off.”

The shower ceased, leaving beads of water all over my flesh. I lathered my dick with the cool amber liquid, loving the silky texture. My balls clenched. Nix watched with parted lips. The fragrance of peaches rose around me and reminded me of Nix's breathing earlier that morning when I held her in bed.

“Next I want you to start stroking that glorious erection while you look at me.” Nix placed her hands on her waist and glided her fingers slowly up to her breasts and then over those pink erect points.

“You're so fucking hot.” I wrapped my hand around my dick and moved my fingers little by little along the shaft, savoring the rough feel of my skin and relishing in the beauty before me. The temperature of my body lifted higher than a hot shower could ever increase it. I shuddered and was starving for her satin flesh or just a sample of what flavor lay between her damp folds. She had to be wet and warm. I craved to see her pussy, inhale its scent, lick it, and would have sold all my worth just to rub my mouth along her clit.

“Pay attention.”

“Trust me. I am paying attention, more than you know.”

She lifted one of her breasts until the nipple rose to her mouth. “Tell me what you want, Epic.”

“I want you to lick that plump nipple. I need to see that magical tongue.” I squeezed the head of my cock and groaned. Her wet pink tongue lapped at that nipple like it had been dipped in sugar. Pre-cum spurted from my dick and mixed in with the foam of the shampoo. She pinched the other nipple with her free hand while wiggling the tip of her tongue along that blushing rose-colored areola.

“Damn the Duchess!” I dropped my dick and pushed the glass door open.

“No.” She let go of her breasts and wagged her finger at me. “You don't get to touch me.”

“Please.” My insides charged with a searing yearning. I almost cried. I wanted her so much, needed her under me. “Do you want me to beg?”

She responded with a wicked giggle. “Actually, I wouldn't mind seeing you beg. In fact, I think I might really enjoy seeing a big muscular alpha male such as yourself—on your knees, hard as a rock, and begging to let you fuck me. That would be extremely hot. ”

“I'd do it.” I formed my fingers into fists. “I'd do whatever you want just to push my tongue inside of you.”

She stirred, but her face shifted to a blank expression. “Don't bother. It'd be a waste of your time. Time to close the shower door so you get back to a little bit of self-loving.”

Pouting, I slammed the door back. She would be the death of me. This woman with a tiny, seductive frame who appeared so fragile and in need was a beast of a lady. She could devour me, spit my crumbled soul out, and then sashay those seductive hips to her next victim.

And, still, I'll stay here.

I returned to caressing myself in my hand.

What else can I do? Clearly she's the boss when my dick's concerned.

“Focus, Epic.”

I groaned. “What do you want me to do now, you little teasing trek?”

She winked. “There's no need to be so mean. At least I'm going to let you see what you're missing. It's more than most men get. I may be a tease, but I'm teasing you better than the rest, baby.”

A grumble emitted from my throat.

“Fine.” She displayed a mocking pout and placed her hands on the waist band of her shorts. “You have been an obedient patient for me. And you take directions quite well. You ready for your gift?”

My mouth watered as if the greatest feast was set before me. “Yes. I'll take whatever you're willing to give.”

“So you're saying you want to see my pussy?” she whispered and leaned back on the wall. “You want me to pull these shorts down and open my legs for you to see me completely laid bare before you?”

“Yes, Nixie baby. Show me that sweet pussy.” I rubbed my hand up and down my dick, tightening my grip and letting the pressure hit the rim of my head. My senses shivered in anticipation. I could feel my orgasm materialize in my core and begin to ascend.

“You said you loved it when I danced on stage? Do you want me to dance for you now?” Slowly, she wound her hips from side to side like a spellbinding snake. Her breasts jiggled with the movement. “Ask nicely. Say please.”

“Please,” I cried. “Please, dammit. Please.”

“Put all of your fingers around your dick and fuck them hard. Pretend that you're thrusting deep inside of me—pretend you're fucking me and not your hands.” She rocked her body and slipped down the shorts no more than an inch.

I followed her orders with anticipation. All of my fingers tightened around my erection like tight fists. I thrust fast into my hands, with power and lust-filled violence, imagining I was inside her. It felt so good, like I could explode in seconds. A moan ripped from my lips.

“Say my name.” Desire gleamed in her eyes. She knew what she was doing to me and loved it.
She has to.
Here I was, three times her size, and hovering over her with my hands on my dick, just waiting for her next order.

“Go faster.” She smirked. “I want to see you fall to pieces right in front of me, I want to see you ripped apart by your need while I watch you.”

“You'll be seeing a lot more than that,” I hissed as my dick moved through my big hands. “I'm going to paint this glass with my cum.”

“Hmmm. Really? Wouldn't you rather paint my face with it? Watch it slide down my chin . . . maybe witness me taste it with my tongue. Would you like that?”

God, yes.

“Nixie,” I moaned and my pace sped up. I tightened my buttocks as I plunged my dick deeper between my hands. The muscles on my thighs burned. “Oh God, Nixie, please let me see it. Damn you. I need to see it.”

She pulled the shorts down. Her olive folds came into my view. Lush and thick. No hair, just smooth skin. Moistness glistened around the split opening. And I was sure she was wet and ready for me. She lifted her leg up and balanced it on the sink next to her. Her plump pink clit peeked out as those taunting lips widened.

“Fuck!” I came hard. Warm semen burst from my dick and sprayed the glass. I thrust harder. “Damn you, you're too fucking hot.”

More spilled, yet I remained hard and still hungry. I released my dick, pushed open the glass, fell on my knees, and buried my mouth between her thighs. She didn't even stop me.
How could she?
She was dripping with need. I lapped at her, dipping my tongue in her tunnel, and then gliding it to her bud. I sucked on her clit, loving the way she tasted and the velvet texture of her flesh.

“Epic,” she moaned, rubbing and rocking into my face. Her natural fragrance captured me. She grabbed my long, wet hair in her hands and held on to me.

“That's right, baby. Put this sweet pussy all over me.” I stabbed her with my tongue, plunging it deep into her. She screamed and ground into me hard. Her body trembled under me. She fell back. I grabbed her ass with my hands and kept her up and balanced. It was like she didn't care or notice that she'd almost fallen as she fucked my tongue with no restraint and self-control. And I was glad. I owed her more than I could give, more than I was worth.

“Don't stop!” she shrieked.

Never.

I moved my tongue in and out of her until she clasped her walls around it and screamed. Her arousal spread through and spasmed into her.
So sweet.
I had to hold her completely as her legs went limp.

“Fuck.” She tried to climb out of my hands, but I kept my grip on her behind. Before I rose, I planted kisses on the scars on her bikini line. I loved all of Nix, from that smart, bossy mouth down to the marks of her dark past, and anything in between. I planted my mouth on her wounds and she shuddered.

“Stop,” she whimpered.

Licking my lips, I stood. She climbed away from me with shivering fingers.

“I love hearing you scream my name.” I leaned in to kiss her.

She moved her lips out of my reach. “Motherfucker. You weren't supposed to do that.”

“Do what? Tell me what I did.” I pulled her into me. My stiff cock pressed against her stomach. She trembled under me while my body smoothed against hers. “I could lick you all day. When I'm a rich man, I'd love for you to consider letting me spend my days and nights between your thighs.”

“No. I'm not interested.” She didn't look into my eyes. Instead, she focused on the area behind me. “Let me go—now.”

I released her. “Did I do something wrong? I thought you liked it.”

Ignoring my question, she bent over, grabbed her shorts, and yanked them up. “We check out in an hour. I'll meet you at your house tonight.”

I edged back. “What will you be doing in between us checking out and when you meet me at the house?”

“Pappy is showing me around the planet today. I've put him off as long as I can if I don't want him to move on to someone more eager. You don't need me to babysit you constantly, now that the worst is over.” She glared at me as if challenging me to say something.

It was like a wall shot up between us. One minute I was licking between her thighs. The next instance, she was talking to me like I was some stranger she'd just met. Although rage coursed through my veins, I battled with myself to not yell or argue.

What the hell did I think was going to happen?

Some monster of a guy had imprisoned and tortured her. Her whole head had to be messed up. I should be happy she didn't attack me when I rushed out of the shower.
I'll never have her the way I crave her.
And it was best I got that in my head as soon as possible.

“So I'll be with Pappy the rest of the day.”

“Then I'll meet with you tonight.” I placed my hands behind my back and clamped them into tight fists. She raised her eyebrows, but didn't say anything.

You want a fight, don't you? A reason to stomp away from me filled with rage. I won't give it to you. Deal with it.

“I'm glad you'll give me your time tonight. I'll have my cousin come to the house. You should meet him. He's a manager for Dynamics, the club we're going to rob. He's the one bringing me on as a bouncer and you as a dancer.” I wished she would put her shirt back on. It was getting too difficult to not stare at those nipples and lick my lips. “Is eight tonight good for you?”

She opened her mouth and closed it as if she'd been ready to say something else and was caught off guard. “Umm . . . yes. Pappy and I should be done by then.”

Pappy and you?

Visions of snapping Pappy's neck filled my head. “Good. I hope you can make it.”

She covered her breasts and turned to leave.

“Nix.”

She paused with her back to me. I didn't mind. Her position gave me a great view of her curvy behind, the one I'd just had in my hands moments before. Her tattoo gleamed in the light. With this close of a view, I could now see the scars painted with black and orange. They formed the fire around the phoenix as it escaped.

“What do you want, Epic?”

“If this Pappy or any other man harms you, then call or come to me,” I said through clenched teeth.

“I'm a fully grown woman who is perfectly capable of taking care of herself. In fact, I prefer to be on my own.”

“It doesn't matter. You helped me when I needed it. I'll help you if you need me to.” I stepped closer to her and saw her shoulders tense, so I made sure not to touch her. “Remember this. No matter what happens from now until after this hit, you'll always have me, a deranged psycho, willing to tear off the dick of any guy that bothers you and smash the remains into his chest cavity.”

“My own personal psycho at my beck and call?”

“Always, Nixie baby. Anytime. Any day.” I swallowed down my fear and pulled up my courage as I said the next words, “And if you need me for more—love when you're lost and alone, sex when you're horny, tender kisses just to realize another cares, I'll be there for you without asking any questions or assuming that you're mine.”

“I can . . . take care of myself.” Her voice cracked at the end.

I wished I could see the look on her face and wondered what thoughts ran through her head. “I'm not the guy from your past. Only a monster would cage an exotic bird that was birthed for freedom and flying.”

She sighed.

“I don't want to suffocate you. I just sometimes want to be in the air that you breathe and know that in those few seconds I'm the one on your mind.”

She hurried away without a reply—or more like fled. I remained where I was and made myself get back in the shower.
I bet she'll be gone by the time I'm done in here.
The feeling that I pushed too far hit me square in the gut, like someone punched the darkness out of me. Yet I had no regrets for what I'd said. She needed to know I yearned to have her in my life some way. I wasn't wishing for a girlfriend or wife, but I damn sure craved something more.

But what do I want? I don't know.

The concept was more a sensation in my chest verses a clear defined word or thought. Standing in the shower, I smelled her scent on my hands and tasted her cum on my lips. My dick twitched. My body awakened with new stimulation as if I hadn't come in years.

If she was a drug, I'd lock myself in a dark room and snort her all day.

But she wasn't. She was a woman that had survived more pain than any grown man could bear. She'd done it and moved on without taking up a drug habit like me or sinking down into defeat like most. I yearned to have her all to myself, to keep her next to me all day and night.

But in the end, she was a bird that craved flight, expanding her wings out into the open sky, until the cool wind carried her higher into the clouds, far from harm. As much as my dick, heart, and mind screamed cage her, I couldn't.