Page 109 of Hale Damage
Mindy gasps and clutches the front of my sweater in her hands. “From that night?”
“Yes. I kept them as a reminder that you weren’t a figment of my imagination.” Leaning back a little, I look her in the eyes. “There were times I was convinced you weren’t real, so I kept them in my nightstand drawer so I could… reminisce.”
Her nose wrinkles a little. “It’s been seven years. Did you at least wash them?”
I chuckle and kiss the corner of her mouth. I want to take those fuckable lips in a searing kiss, but I know if I do, I will miss all my meetings for the rest of the day. And maybe tomorrow as well.
“Eventually, once the scent of you had worn off. After that, Iwashed them quite often.” At her questioning look, I admit one of my darkest secrets. “Every time I would fuck my cock with your lacy panties and defile them with my cum.”
Her eyes are a blazing green now. “That should be disturbing, but somehow, it’s kinda hot.”
“You have no idea, sweetheart.” My lips hover over hers, but before I can plunge in, I reroute my mouth to the other side of her neck. “I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve pleasured myself with those pretty red panties. I’ve washed them so many times, the lace is soft and worn now.”
Mindy’s breaths are as labored as mine when I find a spot on her neck that makes her hips jerk forward, sandwiching my aching dick between us.
“I always wondered what happened to them. I couldn’t find them when…”
“When you were sneaking out in the dark?” I suck on that tender spot just above the crook of her shoulder, a kind of chastisement blended with the desire to mark her. I’m no longer mad about her early morning escape—I understand her reasoning now—though I do have the residual urge to punish her when I think about all the time we’ve lost.
“Yes,” she whispers as I drop my free hand to the back of her upper thigh, stroking up and down beneath her pink towel. The skin is smooth and warm, and my cock pulses behind my zipper with the need to rub itself all over her body. To come all over her.
“Did you ever think about me?”
Jesus, asking such a vulnerable question is like cutting open a vein and hoping someone halts the bleeding. I’m not sure I want to know the answer… until she nods. Triumph is my coagulant.
“I had a dildo named Joe for a couple years,” she tells me, and I groan before wrapping my lips around the tender flesh of her neck and sucking.
“And did you use Joe on that pretty pink cunt of yours? Did you fuck yourself deep and slow until you soaked your sheets like you did for me that night?”
Her answer is a moan that sets me on fire with more memories. “Yes. I would get so wet for you.”
“Good girl. And have you had any fantasies more recently?” She hesitates, and I give her a light slap on the back of her soft thigh and bark out a curt, “Answer me.”
I feel the slight edge of her fingernails curling against my chest through my sweater. “You’re so damn bossy.”
Moving my hand from her neck, I slide it around to the back of her head, grasping the thick, wet strands. Then I yank, tilting her head back until she’s looking up at me. I can read the desire on her pretty, makeupless face.
“I think you like when I’m bossy,” I murmur. She licks those full lips at the same time the scent of her arousal catches my attention, and I swear to god, I lose my damn mind. “I think you’d like it if I forced you down to kneel in front of me.”
Placing my left hand on her shoulder, I guide her down, keeping my right one fisted in her hair as she holds my hips for balance. Deep down inside, I comprehend that what I’m doing is colossally stupid, but I don’t give two shits right now. My Minnie is on her knees for me, her eyes level with my dick.
And the way she shifts her gaze to the bulge in the front of my jeans erases any semblance of control I thought I had.
“Look at me,” I growl, and when she lifts her eyes, I’m taken back to that night I haven’t forgotten even after seven fucking years. To the way her rough velvet tongue felt dragging up my shaft. To the absolute heaven of sliding my dick deep into her mouth and watching her struggle to take all of me.
I wrap my hand more tightly in her wet hair and hold her in place as I lean forward with one forearm on the glass wall behind her. My denim-covered erection brushes against her lips and only grows harder when her hot breath penetrates the fabric.
“Do you remember the taste of me on your tongue as much as I remember yours?” I ask.
In answer, she kisses my goddamn dick. “I remember.”
Releasing her hair, I cup her cheek, allowing my thumb to trace the softness of those seductive lips. “Every time you open that smart mouth of yours, all I want to do is fuck the sass right out of it.”
She smiles then, the curve a wicked promise. “You could try.”
Then she sucks my thumb into her mouth, grazing the pad with her bottom teeth. My body shudders. I’m so fucking hard I think my cock might erupt like an active volcano.
“I’ve missed the feel of your warm little mouth, how you sucked me so perfectly. I’ve never found anyone who can make me feel as good as you did.”
