Page 57 of Whiskey and Regret

“Goddamn, girl.” He slapped my ass again then reached between us and found my clit. My body jerked at the pressure. “Come for me, Xari.”

Again?

Could I stand another orgasm?

My body answered for me when it relented another fucking climax.

“There’s my good girl. I knew your pussy was hungry for another orgasm.” His cock throbbed inside of me and I eased off, knowing what was coming next.

“Come on me,” I begged. “I want to feel your cum all over me.”

“Come here, Xari,” he demanded. Fire flared to life in his eyes as he aimed his dick at my chest. He exploded. Long ropes of warm white silk decorated my breasts and hard nipples. I bit my lip while I watched him unload.

His muscles were tense and his head was tipped back in ecstasy. A deep, gravelly roar cracked through the air. He rubbed the tip of his dick along my lips and I chased it with my tongue.

“Such a perfect, nasty little girl,” he panted. I ran my fingers through his seed glistening on my breasts and licked him off my fingertips. He watched intently. I caught a drop on my nipple and licked it clean while our stares tangled.

I thought my heart would beat right out of my chest but I kept it cool on the outside. I kept my cool until I was in the shower by myself. That’s when I rested my head against the slick tiled wall and let out a long drawn out, “What the entire fuck?”

…

When I woke up in my bed, my body hummed. It was the best kind of sore. I grabbed my phone and rolled over, putting a pillow between my legs to calm the throbbing. The first thing I saw was calls from Frankie. After that were tons of Facebook and Instagram notifications.Tons.

I rubbed my eyes and cleared my throat before I called Frankie back. While the phone rang, I massaged the space between my eyes.

“Hey, Xari!” Frankie’s bubbly voice unleashed a torrent of guilt inside of me.

“Hey, girl. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. I just missed you. Mom went out for brunch with one of her women’s groups. I didn’t want to go, so she let me stay home.”

“Oh…” I hated how much she was alone when she was with her mother. “Well, now you have time to practice your pancakes.”

“I know! I already made some, you wanna see?”

“Of course.” I pulled the pillow from between my legs and pressed my back against the headboard. She Facetimed me and her smile was so bright. “Aw, look at you. Cute hair,” I pointed at her two buns and grinned. She patted them and thanked me.

“Okay, so what do you think? Much better, right?” She turned the camera around and showed me a plate piled high with mostly perfect pancakes. I thought they all were perfect but I knew what a stickler Frankie had become about perfectly uniform pancakes.

“They’re perfect, Frank! You better bring me some home or I’m going to be pissed.”

“I will. So, can I ask you a question? Wait…you’re not near Daddy, are you?”

No, but I wish I was.

“No, I don’t even know where he is. Why?”

“Do you think it would cause an argument between my parents if I asked Dad to come get me?”

“Honestly, yes. It would cause an argument. You know your mother. Evander would come get you but then he’d have to call your mom and she’d have a fit.” I shifted around on the bed and savored the thrum of memories thumping between my legs. “You’re coming home later tonight. This was just from Saturday to Sunday. You can tough that out. I’m sure you’ve had cramps that lasted longer.” I paused and tipped my head to the side a little. “Wait, have you even started your period yet?”

“Oh my god,” she laughed into her hand and tried to hide her face.

“What? It’s a normal discussion. We’re girls, right?” I asked.

“Yeah, but it’s still so embarrassing.” More giggles. I sighed a little and waited for them to die down. “No. I haven’t gotten my period yet, which is stupid because I’ve been twelve for like three months.”

“Ooh. Three months,” I said with faux wonder in my voice. “It’ll come when it’s time but you should have your emergency kit with you at all times because you never know.”