Conflicted Love (Needle's Kiss) (6 page)

Trip

My cell vibrating on my chest woke me from a near perfect dream of Teeny riding me and screaming my name. My dick was hard as nails and I swear I was about ten seconds from making it a wet dream to remember.

“Shit,” I mumbled fumbling around as I came back to my senses. Without checking the screen, I hit the button and pulled the phone up to my ear.

“Lo,” I grumbled thinking it better be a house burning down or a zombie apocalypse to wake me from those fantasies.

“Trip.” The voice on the other end caught my attention; the sniffling behind it had me snapping upright in bed and my stomach dropping out.

“What’s wrong? What happened? “ I rushed out jumping up and pulling clothes on as fast as I could.

My adrenaline had kicked in; a two am phone call from my baby momma couldn’t be a good thing. Something was very, very wrong. Sending up a silent prayer, I focused on the sniffling and hiccupping words coming though the speaker.

“I wanted—“ More sniffling. "I wanted some.
hic
. But, there isn’t any.
hic
. And then I just started.
hic
—" Between her hiccupping and sobbing, that’s all I got before she burst into tears. Pulling my beanie on and slamming the front door, I rushed to the truck. I needed to get to her.

“Okay, Princess. You need to calm down. Tell me what’s wrong. Is something wrong with the baby?” I asked as calmly as I could jamming the truck into gear and taking off, tires squealing.

“No
. sniffle
I wanted pick—pickles hic There’s no pickles!” she wailed and started balling again. What the fuck? I was now thoroughly confused.

Pulling the truck off to the side of the road, I slumped in my seat relief washing over me. “You called me at two am crying because you’re out of pickles?” I clarified, the edges of my lips tipping up slightly.

“Y—Ye—yes! “ she howled in my ear. I burst out laughing at the hilarity of the whole situation. She’d called me. At two am. Teeny called
me
.

With a chuckle, I asked, “Tell me what you need and I’ll pick it up.” Pulling a pen and paper out of the dash, I waited.

“I—I don’t know,” she sniffed. “I want pickles and…stuff.”

“I got that, Princess. You really want pickles. I’ll get you pickles. Is there anything else you want while I’m at the store, so we don’t have you upset again tonight?” At the top of the paper, I wrote PICKLES in large print. I’d be fucked if I forgot them.

“Ice cream. I—I like chocolate ice cream with my pickles.” Scrunching my nose up at her strange food requests, I jotted it down.

“Okay, is that it then?” I drew a few thick lines under the two words on the paper in front of me.

“Y—yes,” she blubbered and blew her nose.

“Okay, Princess, hold tight. I’ll be there soon.” Throwing the paper and pen on the passenger’s seat, I pulled back onto the road looking for a twenty-four-hour store so I could ride in on a white horse bearing pickles and ice cream. I shook my head at the ridiculousness of it and muttered, “Crying over freakin’ pickles.”

Pushing past her, I dumped the four bags full of food on the coffee table and flopped down onto the sofa. “Pickles, ice cream.” I pointed to the bags. ”Did you know there are twelve different kinds of chocolate ice cream?” I shook my head at the drama I’d had deciding what one was the right one. “There’s Skittles, choc chip cookies, Hershey bars, almost every kind of candy bar they stock, tissues, some kind of swollen foot cream thing and a lovey-dovey book with some long haired girly-boy on the front.”

Snuggling up in the corner of the sofa under a blanket, she stared at me red-rimmed eyes and quivering chin. Figuring I should explain, I blurted, “I told the chick at the store you were knocked up and crying about pickles. She helped.”

She instantly burst into tears a-freaking-gain. “What’d I do now?” I asked pulling her over to me.

She lay her head on my chest and sniffled, “You’re being nice to me. But I’m not nice, so you shouldn’t be nice.” Smiling to myself, I rubbed circles on her back and held her close. I would take whatever she was willing to give and maybe push for a little more.

Rubbing her head into my chest, she said, “Oh, yeah. That feels nice.” My ears peaked. I liked that she was letting me do something nice for her. She was usually a pain in my ass. Rubbing firmer into her back, she moaned and groaned a full minute before I realized I was harder than rock.

Shifting around, hoping my happy friend wouldn’t press into her, my eyes widened when she stopped me and snuggled into me. Shock wasn’t the right word for what I felt when she pressed even deeper into me, into my erection and said huskily, “I read in my pregnancy books that women who are expecting are hornier than usual.”

Eyes wide, I stilled waiting for her to go on. Pushing her perfect tits into my chest, she whispered, “It’s not even a regular type of horny either. It’s the crazy type of horny. You know? The type where you feel like if you don’t get some, you’ll just die.”

Holy shit! I was about to make a mess of myself. This was so unlike Teeny. I blinked rapidly ensuring I wasn’t hallucinating.

Swallowing hard, my hands still rubbing her back, I replied as steadily as I could, “You feelin’ that crazy right now, babe?”

Teeny looked up and right into my eyes. She didn’t need to say a thing. Her eyes were begging. Begging for me to take her. Begging for me to not make this a big deal. Begging for me to not make her beg.

Shit.

Make her beg?

Fuck that. I might never get an opportunity like this one again. I wasn’t stupid enough to let a horny Teeny go to bed and finish herself off. After all, I was really just taking care of my baby momma. It was my duty. Or at least, that’s what I told myself.

My breathing picked up coming in short fast bursts. I reached lower on her back until my hands cupped her firm ass. I squeezed the perfect globes and lowered my face to hers. The way she lifted her head to mine showed me just how much she needed this, and I’d be damned if I denied her anything.

Our lips are a hair’s breadth away from each other’s, I ran my nose along hers and took in the soft sigh she let out. I whispered, “Let me take care of you.”

She didn’t respond. Not with words, anyway. Her lips parted and she licked my top lip. My eyes closed and I took in the sweet taste of her tongue. Fuck me. She was perfect.

My hands at her ass, I rubbed her back once again before my hand came forward, slid down her belly and lowered to the heat between her thighs. As soon as my fingertips brushed her pussy, she pressed her lips to mine with a long low moan.

She was killing me.

What had started off slow and wary, quickly turned into something else entirely. Within minutes, I had Teeny straddling my lap, her panties pulled off to the side and my fingers flicking her clit as she ground against my hard-on. Our breathing in sync, heavy and labored as her chest moved up and down, I freed one perky swollen tit from her lacey pink bra. I leaned in and flicked my tongue against her hardened nipple pulling the silver ring between my lips and giving it a little tug. A gasp escaped her lips at the same time as I moaned against her skin.

The friction of her grinding on me was bringing me dangerously close to embarrassing myself. I had to think fast, problem was with Teeny letting loose like she was, I wasn’t thinking much beyond getting my end in as soon as fucking possible.

Thinking quickly, I grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back while tearing her panties clean off. Her squeak of surprise turned into a gasp when I dropped my mouth down into her hot sex and began eating her like a starving man. Flicking my tongue ring against her clit, I proceeded to lick long and slow, from top to bottom.

“Ohh, God, yes,” she cried out gripping the back of my head and holding me against her heat. “More, I need more,” she keened. She was so wet I had no problems slipping two fingers in. Her back arched and she cried out, her muscles clamping down on my hand. My jeans were now that tight I was pretty sure I’d forever have zipper imprints. I pulled my fingers out and back in again, making sure to hit that sweet spot every single time. Teeny’s legs started closing as her muscles locked up; she came so hard her arousal was running down my hand.

Not able to wait any longer I pulled at my belt and ripped my jeans down. It suddenly occurred to me I didn’t have any condoms with me. “Wait, I don’t—shit. I don’t have anything on me, Princess”.

“Does it matter anymore? Just put it in already” she snapped, her chest rising and falling fast.

She had a point. It didn’t, but at the same time it did. “I’m safe, I mean. There hasn’t been anyone since…I’m safe,” I rambled.

“I know. Now shut up and fuck me!” she yelled.

Well, clear and straight to the point, I didn’t hold back. I moved over the top of her and slid home with a growl. Heaven. That was the only word to describe it. I ground against her trying my hardest not to pull back and pound her sweet pussy into oblivion.

“Trip, please,” she moaned against my shoulder grinding her own hips into mine. The silver bar in the end of my dick was not only sending me into a spiral of tingling and ball clenching stupidity; it was rubbing against all the right spots to bring her right back to the edge. I fucking loved having my junk pierced at that moment.

“Shit, baby. I’m gonna be fast. Tell me how you want it,” I groaned shifting slightly so I was all the way in and pressed tight to her body.

“Brutal.” She bit down on my shoulder and murmured, “Fuck me hard, Trip. Please, I need you to fuck me hard. Make me scream.” Her words had my balls drawing up. The animal in me broke its shackles and let loose. With a roar, I pulled back and pounded into her at an unforgiving pace. Our hips smashing together, the slap of skin and heavy noises of our pleasure were all that filled the room.

“I’m gonna come, Princess,” I ground out trying to hold back just a bit longer.

I pulled her nipple into my mouth and sucked hard; she arched up under me and screamed, “Fuckkk, Oh God. God. Fuck,” as she clamped down on my painfully hard shaft setting me off into bliss with a roar of her name.

Shaking, I pulled back leaning my weight on my forearms. Teeny lay under me looking limp and completely satisfied; her pussy still contracting around me every few seconds. Wondering how long it would be before she freaked out on me, I simply stayed put peppering small wet kisses down her neck to her perfect tits and back up again.