Otis B Driftwood One Shots: A Never Ending Collection

Craving Fulfilled

The sun hung low in the sky as I pulled up in front of the Firefly farmhouse. It was the part of the evening where the sunlight blinds you no matter how well you try to cover your eyes. Sunglasses don't even help at that time of the day.

Sighing forlornly, I eased the clutch into park and shut off the engine. I hoped Baby was home. I needed someone to vent to and a shoulder to cry on. I longed for a glimpse of her gorgeous older brother as well.

Opening my car door, I climbed out and slammed it shut. I stumbled over to the steps, trudged up them, and crossed the porch to the front door. As I poised my fist to knock, the door swung open.

"Christ," Otis hissed. Throwing up his hand to shield his sapphire eyes from the bright light, he retreated into the shadows of the house. "That fuckin' ball o' fire is unbearable right now."

My breath caught in my throat, my heart fluttered, and my pussy clenched simultaneously. He had on a pair of black and gray plaid pajama pants and nothing more. I couldn't help eyeballing his lean upper body, but I refused to let my gaze fall to where it wanted to go most - his crotch.

"H-hey," I sputtered. "Is B-"

"Baby ain't here," Otis snapped.

Checking me out from between his fingers, he bit down on his bottom lip. His hungry eyes flickered over my curvy body from head to toe. He wasn't used to seeing me in such revealing clothing. The triangle admiral blue paisley halter crop top I wore tied at the base of my neck and in the middle of my back, showing off plenty of skin, and the denim hip-hugger shorts I had on left little to the imagination.

Expelling a breath, I hung my head. "I'll just come back later or somethin'. Tell 'er I stopped by, would ya?"

I didn't wait for a reply. I turned away to head back to my car, but he sprang forward and clasped my right wrist.

"Hey, wait a fuckin' minute, Lexi."

I halted and faced him. His gentle touch burned my skin and made me yearn for more.

"I didn't say ya had ta leave."

"It's fine, Otis. Yer grumpy and I've had a bad night. I'll just-"

"I'm always grumpy. It's part o' my charm," he stated, shrugging.

A nervous giggle slipped out of me. He wasn't wrong.

One corner of Otis's mouth lifted into a ghost of a grin, and his eyes shimmered. "Would ya git yer fuckin' ass in here? Baby shouldn't be too much longer."

"Alright, fine. I'll come in and wait."

"That's my good girl."

My cheeks flushed. Whenever he sweet-talked me like that, my heart skipped a beat. Letting go of my wrist, he stepped aside and allowed me to pass. As he shut the door, we were shrouded in darkness. Sightless, I groped for the wall.

"What's the matter?" Otis asked.

"I been out in that bright ass sunlight, y'all live in a tomb, and my eyes ain't adjusted yet. I can't see shit."

Grunting, he wrapped an arm around my waist. "I gotcha."

"Thanks."

Leaning into him, I rested my hand on his tattooed chest. His long gray hair grazed my face. If any other man had touched me without my permission, I would have throat punched them. However, this was Otis, the man I secretly craved. I was grateful for his unusual act of compassion.

He guided me into the living room, where the TV blared a black and white horror film. Mama Firefly was stretched out on the couch in her robe.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" she inquired immediately. "Yer upset."