Rich Salty Butter (Rock Hard Security Book 1) Page 2

  Her eyes flutter closed, and she lets out a sound that is nothing short of lurid. “Oh my god, that’s good.”

  Her husky voice, that throaty moan, the way her tongue flicks out to lick her lips. In that moment I know exactly what it would sound like to hear her climax with my mouth urgently licking her pussy.

  The vision is so powerful I nearly groan out loud.

  All at once she’s stepping closer. “You have some butter,” she says with a giggle and reaches up a finger to wipe it from the corner of my mouth. Before she can pull it away, I turn my head ever so slightly and catch it in my mouth.

  Her eyes widen and I see the flush steal up her chest and throat as I gently suck the rich, salty, butter off her finger. I want her to know, need her to know what my mouth feels like, how hot and sweet it would feel on her flesh as I sucked and tasted every inch of her.

  “Hey!” Kelly spins around and Georgia jumps away, smiling too brightly to be innocent. “Ready for the movie?”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Georgia

  Just like back when we used to watch movies together, less than an hour in and Kelly is curled up on the armchair, snoring softly, while Dwayne and I watch the movie with rapt attention.

  The popcorn is nearly all gone and from the corner of my eye I see Dwayne drag his finger across bottom of the bowl, then bring one buttery thumb to his mouth. At once, I remember the feel of how hot his mouth had felt sucking butter off my finger.

  In a moment of madness, I wonder what it would be like to drag a buttery finger down the center of his chest. I bite into my lip as I imagine then following that trail with the tip of my tongue.

  At length I force my attention back to the movie and we both laugh at the cheesy cat scare. But just as the joker with the bracers laughs at how stupid his friends are for falling for his joke, Hatchet Harry comes smashing through the window!

  I jump and bury my face against Dwayne’s shoulder just as the killer brings the axe down.

  Dwayne laughs and winds an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his warm body.

  “We can watch something else if this is too scary,” he says, his mouth now by my ear and his breath warm against the side of my face.

  “Shut up,” I say, laughing too but not pulling away. I like his arm around me and I like that he’s not pulling away either. “It was a scary scene.”

  After a few more minutes the scene on the screen lulls and I feel Dwayne’s hot breath on the side of my face again.

  “This is nice,” he whispers. “Sitting with you, watching annoying teenagers get killed.”

  I giggle and the closeness of him makes my whole body hot. “You’re so weird.”

  “Your hair smells nice too.”

  “You smell like butter.”

  He laughs again. “I like butter.” Then after a moment. “I especially like the way it tasted on you.”

  I suck in a breath and it’s like my whole body shivers with pleasure. I’ve never felt so excited just watching a movie with a guy before.

  Gently, his fingers start caressing my arm and his lips hover so close to my ear, every inch of me aches for him to press them against my flesh.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  I turn my face to look at him and we’re so close, his lips are inches from mine and I feel a tingle of anticipation just sitting here.

  “Do you want to stop?” I ask.

  His eyes get darker and his chest rises and falls faster as he stares at me.

  “No fucking way,” he growls and closes in.

  He’s so close. The heat of him wraps around me and my lips ache for the feel of his as he leans closer — closer. I open to him in anticipation, my hand sliding up his thick arm.

  “Hey, is the movie over?”

  Kelly’s sleepy voice is like ice water and we jump apart like naughty teenagers. When I glance at the screen it’s to see that the credits rolling.

  ***

  Dwayne

  Before Georgia can call a cab, I already have my keys in my hand and I’m herding her towards my truck.

  The drive is awkwardly quiet, and my gaze keeps flicking in her direction. Those breasts, those legs, all that beautiful hair. I just want to pull over and finish what we’d started before we were interrupted.

  What am I doing? What the fuck am I doing? She’s my kid sister’s best friend.

  Only, my sister isn’t a kid any more and neither is Georgia.

  The drive doesn’t take long and it’s over before I have a chance to say anything. Outside her apartment building, we sit in silence for another moment before she makes a sound that might be a sigh, thanks me, and gets out.

  It’s for the best. But as fast as that thought comes, I’m jumping out of the truck and following her, double speed and slide expertly between her and the door.

  “Did I forget something?” She asks.

  I shake my head but don’t say anything. Damn why am I so awkward with her?

  “That was fun back there, right?” I manage to keep my voice steady. “The movie, I mean — and the other stuff.”

  Her mouth curves into a smile and she arches an eyebrow at me. “Other stuff?”

  I feel heat rush up my neck. Bloody hell, am I blushing? I do not blush, I’m not some pubescent teenager!

  “Yeah,” I say then clear my throat. “You know like when you got scared and screamed like a girl?”

  Her mouth fell open. “I am a girl, and I did not scream!”

  I nod with a mock grimace. “You totally screamed. It was kind of embarrassing actually.”

  Her eyes narrow. “Is this usually how you say goodnight?”

  “I don’t know. It’s been a while since I’ve driven a girl home. Maybe we could try again tomorrow night, after some dinner.”

  She blinks up at me, all playfulness gone. “Look, it was pretty fun watching a movie together and it did get kind of heated. But we were just messing around, you don’t need to… I mean it’s nice of you but…”

  Her words drift off and I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

  After another moment she says, “That date earlier with Joey left me feeling pretty bad about myself, but a pity date from my best friend’s brother isn’t going to make me feel better.”

  “What!” I hear the bellow explode from my chest before I even know it’s coming and cringe when she jumps back.

  I’m a big guy and with the stubble and working man’s muscle and maybe a little extra padding I get called imposing more than I’d like. I stopped dating in college because one of my, so called, friends informed me that a few of the girls I’d asked out, had only said yes because they were afraid of me.

  Even now, the top of Georgia’s head barely comes up to my shoulders.

  I’d never been interested in the kinds of girls my friends were into. Those women were sexy and all but I felt like a giant next to them and it’s hard to really enjoy the feeling of sinking my cock into a hot, wet pussy when I’m constantly worried about crushing the woman beneath me or that one nice hard thrust as I climax would hurt her.

  But I don’t feel that way when I’m with Georgia. She’s not some delicate china doll, she’s a strong full bodied woman, with the kind of humor that always makes me laugh and she’s obviously not afraid to tell me how it is.

  It takes me a moment to realize that I’ve just been staring down at her.

  “Well this has been fun,” she says, clearly thinking she was right with her earlier accusation. “It was nice seeing you again, but I have to__”

  “I’ve wanted to do this since you arrived,” I interrupt her, then without thinking, I cup my large hands either side of her face, bend down, and kiss her.

  She opens to me instantly and I know we’re finally on the same page. Her hands press against my chest, then grip my shirt and pull me closer as her lips part beneath mine and our tongues touch.

  “Georgia?” I murmur, my mouth brushing hers again, not wanting any distance between us.

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p; “Yes, Dwayne?” Her voice is breathy, almost a purr.

  “Will you ride the roller coaster with me tomorrow night? There’s a new one just opened up and you’re the only one I know who would enjoy it as much as me.”

  Her laugh is breathless but she’s smiling up at me in a way that makes my knees weak.

  “I knew it was coming, but I didn’t know it was open yet,” she says.

  “Yeah, it’s been coming for a long time,” I reply and brush my mouth over hers again. “And not because it feels sorry for anyone but because it hasn’t been able to think about anything all night other than what it would feel like to be ridden over and over.”

  “We’re still talking about the roller coaster, right?”

  “Pick you up at six? We’ll play some games, eat some cotton candy, ride the coaster, then see how we feel,” I say. “There are some good restaurants around there. We could grab dinner, then walk along the beach after.”

  Now she’s blinking up at me again. “You’ve just described my perfect date.”

  I lean down and brush my mouth over hers again. It takes everything I have not to crush her against the door, drag her up to her bedroom and ravish her till we’re both fully satisfied. But I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings between us. I want much more from her than a night of hot hard sex.

  Chapter Four

  Georgia

  I practically fall into bed when I get home and when I wake up the next morning, I’m one hundred percent sure that the whole evening had been a dream.

  But I remember the feel of his mouth on mine so vividly, his hot breath by my ear, those huge hands cupping my face as he kissed me. My toes curl and my pussy aches just thinking about it.

  For so long that passionate, slightly drunken first kiss had tormented my dreams, but to have such an intense reminder was overwhelming. Only this time it wasn’t forbidden, I’m an adult woman and he’d been stone cold sober when he’d asked me to go on a date with him!

  An actual date that would be fun not just another potential wife interview. I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy.

  The day passes in a blur of catching up on household stuff, more to keep my mind occupied than anything else. I know me and I know that given the chance I will definitely overthink the whole thing, get worried about something stupid and then find an excuse to cancel.

  But, as I lay in the bath, preparing for our date, I can’t help remembering my earlier date with Joey. How boring he was, how he ordered himself the steak and only a salad for me, and finally that nasty appraisal before stating that we didn’t need dessert.

  “Stop that!” I snap at myself. “Dwayne is nothing like that jerk, and you know it.”

  I remember the way he smiled at me, the way he’d held my hand for too long then lifted my fingers to his lips before finally letting me go.

  The fact was, Dwayne hadn’t just asked me out because he needed a wife or whatever, he’d asked me out because he like me.

  When I shove away all my insecurities, it’s obvious that we like a lot of the same stuff. We like thrill rides and scary movies, stupid jokes and kissing under the stars, or curled up on the couch, and I bet we’d love kissing in bed…

  Crushed under his huge strong body, his arms wrapped around me so tight, his mouth hot and urgent on mine, his hips rocking between my trembling thighs.

  As I let the vision play out in my mind, I allow my fingers to gently wander between my legs. My pussy feels like it’s throbbing and ready at just the mere thought of being with Dwayne, what would the real thing be like?

  ***

  Dwayne

  One hand steadies me against the shower wall, hot spray stings my face, I imagine my girl laying spread and waiting for me on my bed. Her perfect red lips twist into a smile and she beacons me closer.

  “Come on, big boy,” Georgia mews.

  I pump my long thick cock, slow and rhythmic. This new fantasy is too sweet and too potent to rush. I’d always liked Georgia but I’d never let her enter my fantasies. But now I’d started there’s no stopping them. Last night, I’d come in a few pumps at just the thought of her. No way was our first time going to be me blowing my load on the first thrust into her tight wet pussy.

  My cock swells at just the thought. This is more than just a physical attraction. Everything in my body, including my arousal is telling me that she’s the one, has always been.

  “Are you ready for me?” I gasp, my hand tightening on my cock but my rhythm still slow.

  “I’m ready,” she says, her voice a husky purr. “What are you waiting for? Don’t you want to come?”

  “Ooh.” I gasp, tipping my head down to suck in more air, the hot spray hitting my back, rivulets running down between my ass cheeks, thighs, heavy balls.

  “Don’t you want to come, Dwayne?” She purrs again. “Don’t you want to come and come and…

  I grab the edge of the shower door as my knees buckle and my mouth falls wide. The rush of hot pleasure rips up my thighs and I clamp my teeth together to muffle my yell. Damn. I’m going to have to take it real slow or this might be the most humiliating date since my first.

  Chapter Five

  Georgia

  We arrive at the park, just after the sun starts to set and, as promised, Dwayne buys me cotton candy, we play a few of the ball toss games, neither of us wins a prize, then we head off to find the new roller coaster.

  It’s weird, but discovering that we both preferred thrill rides at night was the thing that started my crush on Dwayne back when I was a teenager. I remember everyone thinking I was weird, so I always kept it to myself.

  But then that one night when we’d gone to see the fireworks, Dwayne had asked if anyone wanted go on some rides first. The others had said, no, but without even thinking I’d admitted that night was the best time to ride the coaster.

  Kelly and I had sat together side by side, and Dwayne had climbed into the seat behind. And while Kelly screamed, Dwayne and I laughed like maniacs.

  “This is fun,” Dwayne said as he wound an easy arm around my shoulders and I slipped my hand into his back pocket as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

  Any further concern that this might be some kind of sympathy date evaporated with the ease in which we fit together, joked together, bickered together.

  I just didn’t feel self-conscious with him. He was so tall and strong, I felt practically tiny next to him. It was nice to be able to just shut off that nagging little voice reminding me that I was different, and just have fun.

  The line for the roller coaster wasn’t long and we spent it teasing one another.

  “You know,” he murmured in my ear. “If this ride looks too scary, we could always take a turn on the tea cups or the carousel.”

  I turned my face so our mouths were a bare inch apart. “The only one talking about being scared is you. Are you sure you’re not the one who wants to sit down and just watch me ride it alone?”

  His breath escapes in a gust and his eyes turn almost black. “I’d enjoy that very much, but let’s go on the coaster first.”

  I flush with pleasure but too soon it’s our turn and we climb in, side by side. As the car clunks slowly up the steep rise, Dwayne holds his hand out to me and I take it. He pulls my fingers to his lips and kisses them, his eyes more intense than I’ve ever seen.

  “I’m having the best time with you tonight,” he says. “I just wanted to say that if we die on this roller coaster tonight, I have no doubt we would have rocked each other’s world.”

  “Wait,” I say. “If we die on this…” But my words turn into a startled scream as the roller coaster reaches the top and plummets down the slope.

  Dwayne’s mad laughter at my scream tells me that he did it on purpose and as we both laugh and scream on the ride, I know that I’ll never feel for anybody else, the way I feel about him.

  ***

  Dwayne

  When we reach the end of the ride, Georgia is smiling at
me in a way that makes my heart skip a beat. I’d heard about people who just clicked, just knew that they were meant to be together forever. I know for a fact that that’s me and Georgia.

  We disengage our hands just long enough to get off the ride then immediately interlink our fingers again. They fit together perfectly.

  But as we’re strolling towards the gate we meet a bunch of stuffed shirts coming in. It looks like they’ve had a few but I don’t give two shits about them, I have a pretty little peach to take home and finally taste.

  It’s when Georgia stiffens beside me and stops that I finally take note that one of the men has stopped and is gaping at us. Actually gaping, mouth open and closing like a goldfish.

  I’m about to ask what the problem is when he suddenly sneers at Georgia.

  “So I guess you found someone more to your liking,” he says.

  “Guess so,” she replies. “I’m sorry I left so abruptly.”

  “Don’t be,” he says, his mouth twisting. “I hooked up with that cute little waitress who was serving the table next to us.” Then he grins at me. “Take some advice for a guy who’s been there. Don’t skimp on dessert. This one gets cranky when she’s hungry.”

  Georgia gasps beside me and she bites her lip as she stares hard at the ground. Seeing her discomfort and shame, when it’s this royal prick who deserves for be ashamed, makes me crazy.

  I want to beat the living shit out of this guy, but no am was I finishing our first date in lockup for accidentally killing a guy with my bare hands.

  “You know what?” I say instead. “Come the zombie apocalypse, guys like you and your little dude bros are going to die cowering like rodents.”

  “The fuck you say?” One of his friend’s says, but he’s swaying on his feet and keeps squinting at us.

  The main guy, Joey I think his name was steps up on me, but the top of his head doesn’t even reach my right nipple and I can see he’s rethinking his move as he looks up and up at me.

  “And what?” He says, clearly uncomfortable but not backing down. “You think you and Miss Piggy are going to__”