Taboo (Merle Dixon x OFC)

Chapter 12

"So when did ya wanna go ta the cabin?" Merle inquired as he walked into the kitchen. "Did ya really wanna go today, or were ya jokin' 'bout that?"

I grinned at him over my shoulder from my spot in front of the coffee pot, then tasted the spoon I had been stirring our fresh cups of coffee with before I set it down.

"As soon as possible. I wasn't playin'." My grin widened into a brilliant smile as he stepped up behind me and closed his arms around my waist. "Thought I told ya ta relax; that I'd bring ya the coffee?"

"Coffee smells too good ta just lay there," he replied, deeply inhaling the scent in the air. "B'sides, gotta switch my bike fer Derle's truck if we're goin' up there. We can't take it up there. There's no room ta put shit on a bike."

"True. Ya smellin' the coffee or my hair?" I giggled as he burrowed his face into my scalp and sniffed.

"Mmm...both. Ya smell so fuckin' good all the time," Merle mumbled, his hands rubbing over my upper body. My silk robe gave his touch extra glide, making it feel amazing as his hands passed over my breasts. He squeezed each one gently, brushing his face through my hair. Some of it got caught up in his scruff, but he didn't care. He just sniffed harder, nuzzling his face against me.

"Like what?" I asked, sipping my coffee and enjoying his roaming hands.

"Fruit and sex," he rasped, kissing my head. "Makes my cock hard. Makes me wanna eat ya up. I just fucked ya 'bout 10 minutes ago, but I think I already wanna fuck ya again."

I threw a little dirty talk his way. "Wanna fuck my pussy already, huh? So tight and warm...so wet..."

"Ssh...tryin' ta get motivated. Don't talk 'bout yer pussy, or we'll never get nowhere." Merle snickered, pushing his half hard cock against my ass. "Yer scent makes wanna eat ya, all o' ya. I'm gonna do that, too. I'll drizzle chocolate syrup all over ya and lick it off. Maybe some juice from a jar o' those maraschino cherries, too. The possibilities are endless."

"How 'bout whipped cream?" I turned around in his arms after I sat my cup down, discovering he didn't have his wife beater on. He was standing in my kitchen shirtless without his pants buttoned.

"It'll be like yer my own special brand o' ice cream! I'm down!" he exclaimed, making me laugh.

"Yer so fuckin' adorable," I insisted, taking his scruffy face in my hands and kissing him. "I like usin' food sometimes. It can be really erotic if it's used right."

"Noted," Merle muttered. His eyes were shimmering as he gripped my hips in his hands. "I gotta agree with ya 'bout food bein' erotic, but I ain't adorable. Might wanna get yer eyes checked. Might have somethin' wrong with 'em."

"Oh, shud'dup. Ya are too adorable," I told him, running my hands over his rocky chest. He smiled, a low chuckle vibrating against my hands. "That fruit smell I have...it's cucumber melon shampoo and conditioner and tangerine peach body wash. I use cantaloupe lotion, too."

"I know what's in yer bathroom," he revealed, smirking. "Gotta big confession ta make."

I raised an eyebrow. "Will I be mad?"

"Nah." Merle shook his head. "Yer a pervert like me, so you'll prolly think it's cute or funny."

"Go on." I giggled.

"I steal yer almost empty bottles outta yer bathroom. That's how I know what's in there," he said quietly, pushing his hand through my knotty hair.

My eyes widened to the size of saucers when Merle said that. I was a little relieved that I wasn't crazy. Things had been going missing from my bathroom without explanation for a long time now. They started disappearing when I was still young, like 14 or so. It was like they just got up by themselves and walked out in the middle of the night. I had questioned my own sanity whenever I couldn't find them, even blamed innocent people, but it looked like I wasn't crazy after all. Merle had been stealing them all along.