Page 4 of Lollipop
“Why?” This man didn’t appear… shy before now. So what the hell?
He rolls his lips around his teeth before answering me, “It’s… full.”
Full? Of crap? I can throw that shit somewhere else. I brush by him and make my way across the hall. The door is still open, so I go straight for the bathroom, which is closed. I open the door and stand looking around. It looks pretty clean - and empty - to me. I turn to look at him because he’s followed me inside. He points to the shower silently.
What the fuck? Is there a dead body in here? Because that is what Ander is acting like it is. I take a fist full of the curtain and jerk it back. And that is when I see it… right there on the shower wall. A big rubber dildo suctioned to the wall!
My eyes widen when I see it even though my brain is running so slow. My cheeks are engulfed in fire and I fumble with the curtain to pull it closed.
“You know what? You take my room and I’ll take Mom and Dad’s room downstairs. Come on! Let’s go!”
I take him by the hand, cheeks still redder than a fire engine, and pull him from the room. I try to take his duffle off the bed and almost fall forward. It's heavy. He takes the bag away from me immediately.
“What the hell do you have in there? Never mind! Just… let’s get the hell out of here.”
Out in the hallway, he stops us by placing his hand on my arm slowing me down. “Are you sure you want me to stay in your room, sweetheart?”
The nickname trips me up much more than the hand on me. He stops me from completely falling on my face and rights me.He just…he called me sweetheart. I realize he is waiting for a response, so I hastily nod for him.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure. God, I don’t know how I’m ever going to look Cammie in the eyes again after… that!” I wave my hands around.
“I can’t believe she would use something that small.”
All I can do is stare with wide eyes and an open mouth. That…thing in my sister’s shower was anything but small. What the hell does it mean that he thinks it’s ‘small’?
Chapter Four
Ander
I see the look of shock grow in her eyes and think about what I just said. I take a closer look at the girl standing by my side. The pink cheeks, the wide eyes, and the shock are all clues telling me maybe my girl hasn’t got a lot of experience.
“I’m not going to find a surprise in your bathroom, am I?”
“What? No! No, no, no!”
She takes off for her parents’ room but in less than five minutes later she is knocking on the door. When I open it, she is all eyes and fumbles. I was pretty sure she was coming so I made sure I had my shirt off.
“I…I…laptop…”
I give her a smile and enjoy the heat of her stare before letting her off the hook and handing over her laptop. “Figured you might come back for that.”
“Uh, yeah. Thanks.” There’s a pause as both of us eat the other one up with our eyes. Lilly has legs for days and breasts that would make a stripper jealous. Not that I'm acquainted with any strippers mind you but I know what I see on all the cop shows I have a tendency to watch.
“’Night sweetheart.”
“Night?” It takes her a few seconds before she realizes what I’m saying and then the blush creeps across her face again. “Uh, good night.”
She turns to flee, leaving me standing against the doorframe watching her run. I let her…for tonight. But I plan to be the thing Lilly runs to soon. Lucky for her I’m a patient man.
I take a shower that does nothing for my growing problem as my mind goes to her sister’s room, only I’m not seeing her fucking sister playing with the thing. It’s Lilly. And she’s not using a dildo to split herself open. She’s using me.
And for some reason, we have to take our time, her not being used to taking a cock as big as mine. The thought of her letting out little mewls as she tries to take all of me is making my balls tighten and my dick get hard on a level I have never been before. It is almost pain, but what sweet, sweet agony.
With everything around me smelling like the girl I can only think of getting under me, I have no choice but to take myself in hand, so to speak. It only gets worse when I come out into the room and find the scent even heavier when I lay back on her bed. I come to my feet again and start roaming around the room. On her mirror above her dresser, she has tons of photos showcasing other people as well as herself.
One of them shows her smiling happily outside a bakery/candy shop with a dark-haired girl and a redhead. All three of them have on aprons with the name of the place on them. But what has me captivated is the smile on her face. I flip the picture over and on the back in flowery ink are the words, Candy, Bonbon, and Lolly.
Lolly? I wonder if that is what her friends call her. I can see how easy the connection is to make. Lilly to Lolly. So many things rush through my mind, all of them dirty. I bring the picture with me and push it into my duffle bag. Is it wrong to keep it? Yeah, but I have to have it. She’s so happy in it. It’s like a walking TO-DO note for me to keep going until I put that kind of smile on her face every day.