Whiskey girl, p.8
Whiskey Girl, page 8
His words stilled her sobs. “I did used to, didn’t I?”
Had she forgotten? “From what I know of you, you’ve always helped those around you. There is no shame in accepting a little in return.”
Her voice was a mere whisper when she answered. “It’s very overwhelming.” Ausha leaned into him then, pressing her body against his in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with sex and yet affected him as deeply. “Please tell me where to start.”
It was more than Doug could have hoped for. Almost as if the crumbling of her wall had started. He was going to take the bull by the horns and not give her the time to backpedal later.
“I happen to have some ideas. Let’s sit down and I’ll tell you about them.” Doug led her back to the couch where they once again sat side by side holding hands.
“There are meetings you can go to for the friends and families of addicts. I would also suggest counseling to help with the grief you’re going to start having to deal with now that you’re no longer planning to hide.” He squeezed her hand then and was happy when she squeezed his in return.
“I don’t know if I’m comfortable sharing with strangers.” It was a common reaction to the thought of seeing a counselor or therapist.
“Then go and listen to start off with. You’ll share when you’re ready. Look, darlin’, all I’m suggesting is you try it out. Please don’t make a decision not to go until then.”
“I won’t.”
Doug could feel a shift, but he also knew saying so while caught up in the heat of the moment and doing once the moment had passed were two different things. There was a rocky road ahead for the both of them, but he was more than willing to pick her up and drag her over the rougher parts if need be.
Her tears did something to him. Never again did he want to see her cry because she was sad or feeling hurt, but he loved them all the same because she was willing to show them to him. She seemed softer somehow, not quite so rigid. He’d always liked his women a little rough around the edges. A fear of hurting a china doll had always kept him away from the delicate type.
Ausha seemed to fall somewhere in the middle. She’d been through hell and was starting to make her way back. That made her hard and gave her an edge normal life usually didn’t. She hadn’t been raised that way though. There was still a pink sweater-wearing lady somewhere in there. Doug was curious if Ausha even realized how different she was. He couldn’t help but wonder if she’d let more of her softer half out to play every once in a while or if she would always remain a little darker, edgier. He didn’t care either way. As long as she did so with him, he was good.
“Doug?”
Her hand moved over his knee. It didn’t matter if the touch was meant to sexually entice or not. It aroused him all the same. “Yeah, darlin’?”
“Touch me, please. I need to feel you.”
“Your wish is my command.”
He’d been hoping she would ask. Doug could tell she needed to be touched as much as he needed to touch. He hated turning her safe little world upside down but was happy doing so seemed to help.
Grabbing her hand, he led them to her bedroom. Ausha crossed the threshold, looked at him then shook her head. He understood completely and so didn’t push. He’d made changes to her personal space the same as he had her living room. A hand-sewn quilt took place of the department store comforter that once covered her bed. He knew the comforter was hand sewn because it was the same one used to cover his own bed. His grandmother had made it for him. It would once again take up residence in his room. As soon as he could talk Ausha into moving in with him.
Whoa!
Where the hell had the thought come from? Was he ready to live with someone? Was she? Would she ever agree to have him breathing down her neck all the time? Doug had no clue, but for some reason it sounded like the best idea he’d ever had.
Speaking of breathing down her neck, Doug thought to himself, smiling. She stood at the edge of her bed, watching him. Waiting.
Doug unbuttoned his shirt as he crossed the room toward her. He didn’t say a word as he reached for her. Lifting Ausha’s arms over her head, he removed her blouse in one fell swoop over her head. His actions caused her hair to fall in a mass of curls back around her shoulders. Her skin looked pale against the darks locks.
“Holy…damn, baby.” Beneath the blouse she wore a bra with black satin cups with beige lacy edges. It cupped her breasts causing them to press together, deepening the cleavage he’d always loved. “You look good enough to eat.”
There was a sparkle in her eyes when she answered. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”
When she reached to unclasp the front closure of the sexy bra, he stopped her. “I don’t think so. I’ll undress you.”
“Well, hurry up. I want to feel you inside me.”
Oh man! Her words about undid him. He’d love nothing more than to remove just enough clothes so he could press his cock deep, but that wasn’t the plan. “You will, darlin’. Soon enough.”
Taking his time, Doug stripped away her bra, making sure to brush against her nipples as their taut peaks sprang free. Her sharp intake of breath told him she was as primed as he was.
Next came her skin-tight jeans. He knelt in front of her in order to remove them. Too bad she looked so mouthwatering in the things because they were hell to get off. If she didn’t wear them so well, he might try to talk her into long, flowing skirts with no panties.
As he skimmed the jeans down her thighs to pool in a puddle at her feet, he rethought that idea. Maybe panties were a good idea after all. They matched her bra, black satin edges in beige lace and barely covered all the pertinent places. One side had crept up and was tucked into the cleft of her ass, showing off the pale flesh.
Doug couldn’t help himself. Turning her to the side, he ran a finger beneath the fabric, brushing her slick pussy lips along the way. When she mewled, he turned her back to face him then leaned in, pressing his face to her satin-covered mound. Her scent was sweet and spicy, making his mouth water.
With shaking hands, he skimmed the panties over the curve of her ass and down her thighs to join her jeans on the floor at her feet. “Step out of these for me, sweetheart.” When she did as asked, he tossed them onto a chair in the corner of the room.
“All naked and all mine.”
The way she smiled down at him, her eyes still full of emotion, warmed his heart. “What now?”
“Now I see if you taste as good as you look and smell,” he purred.
Chapter Nine
Ausha’s legs trembled with excitement. She didn’t want to think about how different her home was or how much she was falling in love with the man kneeling before her. She only wanted to feel.
“Sit down on the edge of the bed and spread your pretty thighs for me.”
He seemed so different when he was aroused, she thought as her ass met the edge of the bed. He was bossy all the time, always insisting on having his way, but this was different. When things got sexual, his voice changed, his demeanor became more predatory and possessive. It scared and exhilarated her to the point where she found herself doing as asked in order to see what he would do next.
“Wider, baby.”
Really? Did he not realize how vulnerable the position made her feel, how hard it was to comply, to show him everything? Ausha lifted her gaze until his face came into view. He was watching her, waiting patiently, never taking his eyes from hers.
Even when she widened her thighs, putting her pussy completely on display for him, he kept his gaze trained on hers. Ausha could feel heat rise up her cheeks and wasn’t sure whether it was from embarrassment, excitement or a combination of both. She knew for sure though she wanted his touch.
“Please, Doug.”
“Oh, I’m going to please you all right, Ausha. Like you’ve never been before.”
Ausha wanted to challenge him, to spout something about all talk and no action since he hadn’t seen fit to actually touch her yet, but changed her mind. His eyes smoldered with promise.
“Put your hands on your knees and hold them there. You move, I stop.” Doug rose to his feet then. Towering in front of her, his denim-covered erection obvious in the front of his jeans. The tails of his shirt hung open, giving her a great view of the wide expanse of his hair-smattered chest.
Ausha had put her hands on her knees but it didn’t stop her from leaning forward to swirl the tip of her tongue in his navel. A chuckle rattled his chest.
“Minx.”
“You said to keep my hands on my knees. Didn’t say a thing about my tongue.”
His smile made her insides weep. “I was still giving consideration to how I wanted to use your tongue.”
No words. Ausha could think of nothing to say. Instead, her imagination conjured pictures of their bodies tangled together, her tongue teasing the length of his cock.
His expression changed from one of deep, dark need to one of serious intent. With a finger beneath her chin, he lifted until she was looking at him.
“What do you need from me tonight, Ausha?”
His question confused her. Hadn’t she already told him? “I need you to touch me.”
“How, baby?”
Doug tipped his head to the side. He was worried about her. It was written all over his sweet, sun-weathered face. The furrows between his brows told Ausha just how much.
When he released her chin, she turned her head, pressing her cheek against his abdomen. He could be so sweet, so caring. “I need to feel you touching me, in me, on me. You make me feel safe and hopeful.”
It was true even if hard to admit. She wasn’t going to cry anymore tonight. Now was the time for happiness. Soon enough she’d be dealing with the things she’d put off, but not tonight. Tonight was the time for giving and taking, for using and being used in only ways that were good.
Doug kissed her so thoroughly she felt lightheaded. Their mouths melded together, their breath becoming one. His tongue felt rough against hers, warm and wet. It seemed to last forever and not nearly long enough. When he finally broke the kiss, they were both crazy with need.
“We’re going to do this my way first.”
“And then mine?” She knew it was a silly question to ask. Doug was so not the type of man to give up control, especially in the bedroom.
“And then we’ll see if you have enough energy to try and top me.”
He was once again kneeling in front of her, but this time instead of looking into her face, he kept his gaze focused on the juncture of her thighs. She felt beautiful and sexy, naughty in a way she couldn’t ever remember feeling before.
When he slid a finger up her slit, Ausha nearly came. Her body shuddered, her inner muscles spasming slightly. He brought the finger, slick with her creamy juices to her mouth.
Ausha opened, taking him in, tasting herself for the first time ever. His pupils dilated as she rolled her tongue around his finger, hollowing her cheeks, sucking as if it were his cock in her mouth.
“Fuck.” The word exploded from his mouth.
She released his finger with a wet plop. “I’d be perfectly fine with fucking now.”
“Not just yet.”
It was then that he covered her pussy with his mouth. Ausha cried out at the sensation of his tongue delving between her lips into her center. Without thought, she grasped his head with both hands.
He stopped.
“Nooooo.” The wail was more a plea for him to continue.
“Put them back and leave them there.” He glanced up at her, his eyes blazing in a way she had yet to see. “That’s one.”
She wanted to ask one what, but when Doug flicked his tongue across the bud of her clit, all thought fled her mind other than how talented a man he was.
It was hard to stay sitting up straight with her hands on her knees. She wanted to lie back and wrap her legs around his neck or over his shoulders. Or maybe she would hold his head in her hands, keeping him right where she wanted him, where his tongue felt best.
“I need to touch you.” Ausha was about ready to beg. She was so close to coming her body shook with the need.
“In a minute, darlin’.” Doug’s words were muffled against her heated core. His licking and nibbling barely subsiding long enough to get the words out.
Ausha was about ready to bash him upside the head. “Not in a minute. Now,” she wailed, flinging herself back on the bed so she could wrap her calves around his shoulders, spreading her legs wide.
Yes! It was right there. Her body bowed as every muscle in her body flexed in anticipation. Her pussy wept with delight as the orgasm started to take hold. It was going to be a great one. Ausha was already out of her mind with pleasure and it hadn’t even really started yet.
The man had a very talented tongue and she planned to return the favor as soon as she could move and think coherently again. At least that was the last thought to go through her lust-induced mind before Doug stopped.
He just stopped! What the fuck?
And now he was standing over her, his hand on his hips, breathing heavy and fast. “I told you to keep your hands on your knees. That’s two.”
“I couldn’t. I was so close…needed to come— Two what?” The next thought took hold cutting off the previous.
“Two times I get to spank that pretty ass of yours. Want to make it three?”
Boy oh boy, did she ever! Ausha’s mind whirled at the idea of being spanked by Doug’s big, work-roughed hands. She rolled over, flopping onto her stomach in a way that had nothing to do with sexiness. When he chuckled, she peered over her shoulder at him. Did the man need an engraved invitation?
“Oh no, honey. My way and it isn’t going to be a nice spanking either. Next time you’ll listen and then I’ll make you come until your voice is too hoarse to hear and then I’ll spank you all nice and erotic-like. Right now though, you’re going to learn to do what I say when we’re in the bedroom.”
Ausha couldn’t help it, she shivered at his tone. He sure the hell was a bossy-ass man. One who she was beginning to wholeheartedly love.
The curve of Ausha’s ass called to him. Doug couldn’t wait to see her flesh turn pink, to see the print of his hand outlined on the smooth surface. Of course, he wasn’t going to make it easy for her even if she did only have two swats coming to her.
“Up on your knees. Keep your upper body pressed to the bed though. I like the view.”
Doug watched as she moved to do his bidding. Instead of rushing into the act, he rose from his kneeling position and stood behind her where he methodically began removing his clothes.
She moved restlessly, attempting to get a better view. With all of her movement, he was the one getting the good view. Her ass swayed, showing him even more of her puffy pink pussy lips. They glistened with moisture, reminding him how sweet she tasted. He was half tempted to go in for seconds since the position bared her perfectly, but thought better of it. He wanted to fuck her silly even more than he wanted to lick her cream-soaked slit. As soon as the round globes of her ass were a nice shade of pink, he’d do just that.
“Mmm, baby.”
Doug stood at the foot of the bed. The best position, considering Ausha’s fine ass was facing him, turned to the side slightly. Placing a hand on the small of her back, he stroked lightly. Petting her, loving the feel of her warm flesh beneath his fingers. He led a trail with one hand down to her tailbone then braced his hand there.
She sucked in a breath and held it. Had he not been so focused on connecting with her sweet spot, the tender place where thigh and ass met, he might have chuckled. The sound of his hand landing against her flesh rang loud through the room. Her hiss of breath followed by a low groan stroked every nerve ending along the length of his dick. He’d never been too sadistic, but could certainly fall in love with erotically hurting Ausha in order to hear the sounds she’d make.
When she wiggled beneath his palm, Doug waited to see what she would do. Would she try to get away from him, to beg him not to swat her again? His wait was short lived when she settled back into position without making a sound. This time when his hand landed, she moaned long and deep.
It was all Doug could handle. Unable to wait even a single minute longer, he turned to face Ausha. With his hands on her hips, he pulled her to him. “I need to be in you now, darlin’.” He nudged her back until she lowered her knees, resting her ass on her heels. “Now spread your knees.” It was the perfect doggy-style position. One he absolutely loved if he was going to be standing and fucking.
After lining up his cock with Ausha’s entrance, Doug powered home in one swift, lunge, stealing both their breaths. She was wrapped around him tightly. Silky smooth, she grasped his shaft with her inner muscles. Her ass felt warm to the touch. He couldn’t wait to settle in for a long, over-the-knee spanking with her and see exactly how red she would turn.
Doug threw his head back, gritting his teeth when he felt her small hand cup and massage his balls from beneath. He wasn’t ready to come yet. Not without feeling her do so on his cock at least a couple of times.
“That’s enough,” he gritted out. “Play with yourself, sweetheart. I want to feel you tighten around my cock.”
It was evident the instant she did as told. He could feel the slight shift in her position as her back bowed tight. He’d have to get her a small vibrator to make the task easier. He made a mental list then tossed the subject matter way. There were much more interesting things to think about, to do.
With both hands on her ass cheeks, he separated the fleshy globes, enjoying the view of his cock tunneling in and out of her body. Tracing a finger around the base of his shaft where it met the resistance of her opening, he collected her slick fluids.
“Oh! Please, faster. I need to come. Now…please.” The last came on a keening wail as he sped up the pace. Her breath was audible, sawing in and out of her lungs as her body spasmed, milking his dick and nearly pushing him right over the edge with her.
