Devilish Intimacy (Otis Driftwood x OFC)

Chapter 5

Otis was still as naked as a jaybird. He had kicked his pants off at some point while I was in the bathroom and sprawled out against the back of the couch. His eyes were closed and his thighs were spread wide open. His fuzzy gray balls and cock were on full display. The sound of the latch sliding closed made him crack an eye open.

"Feel better?" he husked.

"Yeah." I giggled. "Baby thought ya called me the wrong name. I think she was 'bout ta come knock the shit outta ya."

He chuckled softly. "I would o' took it like a fuckin' man. She's one person I won't hit back. I might get pissed at her, tell her to fuck off or whatever and call her a bunch o' fucked up names, but I'd never hurt her."

I smiled. Shuffling over to him, I straddled his lap. That got his full attention. Both of his eyes popped open, and he closed his arms around my waist. His cock came to life under my core. Kissing him softly, I rubbed my pussy lips against his shaft.

"Ya want more?" Otis smirked. He was more than happy to oblige.

"Yeah, in a minute," I murmured.

Grunting, he closed his eyes. It wasn't unusual for us to fuck several times in one night, especially since his cock was the only one I truly liked. But right now, I just wanted to be near him. Led Zeppelin's The Rain Song was playing over the radio, and I was feeling super relaxed. Apparently, he was, too. His whole body was limp underneath mine, except for his cock, of course.

"Otis?" I cupped his jaw in both hands and rubbed my thumbs through his beard.

"Hmm?" He didn't bother to open his eyes, but he let out a contented sigh.

"You..."

I hesitated. I wanted to tell him how I felt, but I was frightened. Using both index fingers, I plucked strands of hair out of his beard. It was always in his face. His long hair was one of the things I loved about him. It was sexy as fuck.

"What?" Otis mumbled.

His eyes fluttered open and he stared into my soul. My throat closed up and time seemed to stand still. My heart rate increased tenfold. Gulping, I drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Sex and nudity didn't bother me. After all, I was a whore. Talking about feelings, though, that was unchartered territory, especially intimate feelings. Spending time with Otis, doing what we had done together in the basement, those things had just brought my repressed feelings for him closer to the surface and caused them to bubble over.

"You do funny things ta my insides," I admitted shyly.

"I know, darlin'," he said. Guiding my head to his shoulder, he tangled my hair in his hand and rocked me in his arms. "I wanna keep you. I wanna make ya my own personal whore. How much is that gonna cost?"

I blew out a puff of air. "I dunno. Charlie won't like it. I'm 'is best girl. He's been good ta me. I don't wanna do 'im dirty like that. What are we gonna do?"

"We'll figure somethin' out. Maybe we can cut 'im some kinda deal and you can work fer Cutter. I told ya, Baby always gets what she wants, and she wants a sister," Otis reminded me. "She's spoiled fuckin' rotten. It'll all work out somehow. Don't worry 'bout it."

"Okay."

"Now, gimme some sugar. Make it extra fuckin' sweet."

Our lips met in a hungry kiss. I lifted my hips, Otis gripped his cock, and I sunk down onto him. Without warning, he thrust his hips and filled me all the way up. I cried out in pleasure, scraping his shoulders with my nails. He groaned underneath me, his jaw dropping open. Rocking my hips, I found my rhythm. My clit pressed against his pubic bone, which stimulated the sensitive bundle of nerves perfectly.