Bouncer by Kim Jones Page 0,31
washing my hair myself doesn’t feel the same as it does when he washes it. Thinking back, I don’t think I’ve showered once without him since I been in here.
How long has that been?
Two weeks?
Three?
I dry off. Brush my hair. My teeth. Pour the mouthwash down the sink to avoid getting caught in a lie. Lather myself in my stolen lotion. Find one of his shirts to sleep in. Opt out of panties because I’m not even sure I have any clean. Finally, I cut off the lights and climb into bed.
No sooner than I’m settled and my breathing starts to even out, the door opens.
“Hey, friend,” I draw, warmth filling me when I see the tension in his face soften to a smile.
“Hey, baby. Shower?”
I poke my lip out. “I didn’t know how long you’d be. I already took one.”
“Don’t pout. I’ll just be a minute.”
He pulls his gun from his back and sets it on the dresser along with all the things in this pocket. Then he strips. My breath catches at the sight of his tattooed back. Perfect ass. Muscular legs. Wide shoulders and strong arms that I can’t wait to be wrapped around me.
He’s halfway to the bathroom when he turns back and grabs his gun off the dresser. My eyes lock on his cock—thick and heavy and gorgeous.
“Don’t stare, sweetheart. It’s rude.”
I laugh.
He stops at the bathroom door and looks back at me. “I like that sound. Like fucking music.”
I’m still swooning when he disappears and I hear the shower cut on.
The ten minutes he’s gone feels like an eternity. When he walks back into the room, rubbing the towel over his short hair, my body ignites at the sight.
Perfection.
He’s the most beautiful asshole I’ve ever seen.
He pulls on some boxers then slides in bed next to me. I root around until I’m comfortably lying on his shoulder. My knee is over his knee and it’s all I can do to not hump it.
Again.
“What’s your middle name?” he asks, his fingers stroking up and down my spine.
This is like the seventh time he’s asked me. I’ve yet to give in and tell him. It’s almost become a game between us.
I tilt my head up to look at him. “That really bothers you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” He doesn’t meet my eyes. “It doesn’t bother you? Not knowing my name?”
“Nah. I like that you’re just Bouncer. A real name would confuse me. Do I call you that name? Or Bouncer? Do I say one in public? Then one in here? Are there certain people who don’t know it? If so, who are—”
“Never mind. I won’t tell you my name. But I want to know yours.”
“Okay, fine. Finger me and I’ll tell you.”
His fingers pause the pattern they were drawing on my back. “What did you say?”
It’s hard not to giggle. “I said, finger me and I’ll tell you.”
He pushes me to my back and turns on his side, facing me. “Get this off,” he demands, even as he jerks my shirt over my head. His hand rests on my bare stomach. He flexes his fingertips and my body bucks. He leans up on his elbow and looks down at me. “Horny little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Very much so.”
“I see.” His lips hover over mine, our breaths mingling. But he doesn’t kiss me. When I lift my head to meet them, he pulls back. “You didn’t say anything about kissing you, sweetheart.”
“Goes with the territory,” I breathe, raising my mouth to his again. And again, he pulls back. “What the fuck? Kiss me.”
“Watch your mouth.”
“Please?”
“No. I’m going to finger you. Just like you asked.” He tilts his head to whisper in my ear. “I’m not going to kiss you. Or cup your perfect tits. Or suck on those pretty nipples. Or bury my tongue in your cunt and eat you until you come on my face.”
Holy shit.
“Bend your knees. Bring them as close to your chin as you can. Good. Now spread your legs as wide as they’ll go.” The end result leaves me wide open. When he pushes the covers off me, I can feel the air from my clit, all the way down my ass.
His fingers trail agonizingly slow down my stomach. When he reaches my pussy, he doesn’t tease. He slides his fingers between my folds and growls.
“Your little pussy is dripping.”
I moan. The sound catches in my throat when he slams his middle finger inside me as deep as it will go.
“I’m going to pound