HavocThe hot spray of water beating down on my shoulders is doing its best to loosen the tension I have weighing there, but I have tension in other places too. Namely the space between my legs where I'm hard as a fucking rock. The tension has been there for weeks, and I can't help but try to relieve the frustration. Grasping my cock, I play for a few seconds, stroking it up and down, dragging my hand along the length. I know it'll never fully be gone until I can bury myself balls deep into the woman who teases me every day, but until then, this is the best I can do.I grunt harshly as I curl the fingers of my free hand into a fist, beating it against the tile of the shower. Sometimes a little bit of pain makes the pleasure sharper. The hand holding my cock picks up speed and I grip the base a little harder on each down stroke, curling my palm around the head on every upstroke. I'm sensitive and so fucking ready to blow, but I hold off, knowing the orgasm will be stronger if I can
Leighton"Holden, are you home?"I hear him answer me from the bathroom, at the same time I hear the water in the shower. Good, that lets me know I have a couple of minutes before he gets done. Quickly, I take the few bags I have, put them on the counter, and then head back to the bedroom to change into a tank top and a pair of shorts. When I bend over, the shorts almost show the curve of my ass – I know because I've looked. Fair? Probably not, but I'm learning as a woman you have to sometimes play the game to get what you want. If I'm honest with myself, I wear these clothes because I want Holden to notice me, yet I'm not sure he does."How does hamburgers on the grill sound to you?" I ask, bending over to get the lettuce, tomato, and cheese out of the bottom of our fridge."Sounds good. I can grill them for us as long as you take care of the sides."His voice surprises me, closer than I anticipated it would be. It makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end and goose
HavocLeighton's face has gone as white as the walls of the kitchen, and she's looking at me like I just told her Santa Claus isn't real. I hand her the beer I've been drinking, encouraging her to take a drink of it with a flick of my wrist. I'm glancing for clues that she's not gonna pass out on me, but I'm not feeling overly confident about the situation. "You okay, sweetheart?"I watch as her lips wrap around the head of the bottle right where mine were, touching the same glass I did. She tilts her head back and drains half of it, and I can't help but groan when I watch her push the liquid down with the motion of her throat. I can imagine her on her knees in front of me swallowing down my cock, her throat pushing against my length. It's hot as hell when she finishes, sets the bottle down, and laps up the remaining moisture lingering on her bottom lip with a swipe of her tongue.As I watch her pink tongue swipe at her red lips, I have to move behind the island so that my body i
LeightonI'm doing my best not to let my emotions show as I watch his incredibly toned back walk out of the kitchen I now call ours, onto the deck. Once he's there, I watch as he gets the grill started, and it's only when I turn away from the window do I let myself feel. Tears silently stream down my face as I let the impact of the words he spoke wash over me. I never knew how much it truly mattered to me, his opinion, until he uttered the words it didn't matter what stock you came from.This afternoon, here in our kitchen, after almost a year of living together and six months of marriage has been an absolute game changer. One I never saw coming, but at the same time, one I'm absolutely grateful for. I try to take a breath, but let out a sob instead, not sure how to handle this onslaught of emotion. It's never much mattered to me what others thought, because I couldn't change the way they perceived my family. I knew at a very early age I was an extension of what others believed of
HavocI purposely picked this movie because I knew it would make her want to curl up next to me. Apparently, I'm a glutton for punishment, but I need this. After my day, I need to hold her in my arms, smell the strawberry scent of the shower gel and lotion she uses, and feel her soft skin against mine. Maybe I need it more than she does, because today, regardless of what that bullet hit, I'm feeling my own mortality and I need her next to me probably as much as she needs me next to her. I'm not stupid, and I know she cares for me in her own way. There's no way she would have married me otherwise, and I'm not stupid enough to question it. Tonight, I'm willing to give into my wants, give into the way I know she can make me feel if I allow her to. Maybe tonight I wanna play with fire, and I'm willing to get a little singed by the flame.She gasps at the current scene as someone jumps out and scares the main female character. It causes her to hold onto the forearm I've looped around he
HavocI've been up half the night thinking about what could have happened on the couch last night, wishing like hell I had let it happen. It wouldn't have taken much for me to have her clothes off, legs open, and my still-hard cock buried deep inside her body. I wanted it so bad I could taste it, can still taste it this morning. However, I know if I had sampled it, I'd have a foul taste in my mouth on what would be the morning after. I wouldn't respect myself very much, and I've worked hard to be a guy I can at least respect. When the two of us finally seal the deal, I want it to be because we're crazy with passion and feelings, not because I've had a close call and she's reacting to the clues I'm giving her. I want it to be organic. Hell, maybe last night was organic, I don't know, but I don't want her to ever feel pressured.Unfortunately, the part of my personality that was a good guy last night and is trying to talk the bastard I feel like this morning down, is super pissed off
LeightonIt's a slow day at The Café. After the lunch rush, we haven't had any of the stragglers we normally have. They usually help pass the time, but today there's only been one or two customers. Given that it's a rainy Wednesday, I can't say I blame everyone for wanting to stay at home and take a nap. If I was given an option, I'd probably do the same thing.Since it's slow and I've already taken care of what I need to, I sit down at the bar and pull my laptop from the bag I carry with me everywhere."What are you doing?" Violet, a waitress newer than me, asks as I wait for my MacBook to boot up. She's a little older than me, maybe by a couple of years, but I think we could be friends if given time. There's a kinship you can instantly recognize with people who seem to have had hard lives, and I recognize it within her. It's the dark moons that mar the space below her eyes, the way her eyes dart back and forth when the bell rings, and the way she looks up when anyone new comes
HavocI'm a glutton for punishment. I think I've said those words before, but they've never been truer as I sit here tucked into a booth with Leighton's body pressed so far up against me that I've had to turn sideways and wrap my arm around her shoulders. These booths were obviously not made for grown men and women. She's sharing my hamburger and fries with me, so I can't complain."How's Stella doing?" she asks Renegade, unknowingly opening up a can of worms the rest of us had effectively closed shut earlier in the day."Aww hell." Ace throws his burger down on his plate. A look of resigned disgust on his face. "Here we go again."Ryan beams as he looks at Leighton, already moving so that he can stuff his hand into his pocket, to grab his cell phone. "She got pictures made the other day, wanna see?""Say no, for the love of God, say no," I tell her, holding her closer to me. "You're gonna go down a rabbit hole of the cutest pictures of a toddler you've ever seen in your life