Ollie
Sitting at the table, I’m confused as hell. Paisley is smarter and sexier than anyone I’ve ever known. Everything seemed to be going fucking great last night, damn what a night. And yeah, the sex was great, nope out of this world but it felt like we were really connecting on another level. Well, at least it was, it seems. This morning right in this kitchen we seemed to mesh well, working together on breakfast. She was even doing some dancing and was happy. What happened between then and after we sat down?
Taking a minute, I try to remember what we were even talking about. I was teasing her about the size of the breakfast, saying some shit about if we keep going, I’ll weigh. Wow, wait a goddamn minute. Talk about opening my mouth and putting my own foot into it. With her past, I’m sure my words made her feel like this is a quick and easy fuck with no long-term connection. Fuck, not my intention at all. Actually, my mind has been full of the events of this past week and finally coming out of this wheelchair soon. Between range of motion in therapy, doing aqua therapy and all the PT, learning how to walk and putting my weight on my bad leg, I’m praying this goes as it should.
And Pixie is right, we need to talk. I already know that Virginia is not gonna be my forever home. As much as I love Cole Security Forces and all the guys, I’m not feeling it. I need more space and it’s not here. I’ve got some ideas but have been running them through my mind to see if they would even work. And as much as Onyx and I kid about home, I’m missing those big blue skies over Montana. I actually have some time scheduled in front of Mark this week about an idea I want to run past him. But I need to find my little Pixie and set her straight.
Hearing the screen door opening, I shift my chair to see Pixie walking my way, head hanging low, shoulders hunched. She stops directly in front of me but says nothing. Well, we can’t have this. I grab her hands and pull her forward, so she’s almost straddling me but is still standing, her knees on the outside of my legs, which brings us very close together. I hear her gasp but ignore it. Pulling her close, I look into her eyes filled with so many emotions. I lean toward her and put little kisses all over her face, while my hands hold her tight to me. Finally, hearing her sigh lets me know she’s letting go. I’m not using her sexuality against her, but I’m learning Pixie gets trapped in her head just like I do. Pulling her back to me, my kiss changes as I touch my tongue to her lips. Immediately she opens, and wow, again the feelings I get shock the shit outta of me. As we hold tight and kiss, and my tongue tangles with hers, I pray that we can find some middle ground because I don’t want to let this precious woman go anytime soon. Or at all.
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After our make-up session, we clean up our uneaten breakfast together. Pixie grabs us some fresh coffee and new muffins and we land in her three-season room. She quietly sits and spins her coffee, not really even looking at me. I know she’s hurt but so am I. Yet someone has to start, so guess it’s me.
“Pixie, come on, like you said, we need to talk. I know you’re worried because this, whatever it is, is happening so fast between us, but let me make it perfectly clear, baby, this ain’t no vacation romp or my Virginia hookup. I’m trying to get my life back together so then we can see where we go next. I didn’t even get to tell you that this upcoming week this piece of shit wheelchair is going bye-bye. I’m finally getting released to walk, well with a walker or cane, and maybe even driving, but I think with that one is pushing it. Also, I have an idea so I want to talk to Mark first to see if it would even be an interest to them before I fill you in. So, what’s running through that beautiful head that has you spinning in circles and running out of your own house, baby? Let’s just get it out on the table and deal with it. ‘Cause, Paisley, my Pixie, I’m not going away anytime soon. We’ll figure it out, promise. For Christ’s sake, I just found you.”
When I look, her eyes are shining again with tears but there is a guarded smile on her face at least. I said my piece, now leaning back in my chair I wait for her to put her concerns out in the open. I don’t have to wait too long.
“Ollie, it just hit me this morning when you said something about‘if we keep going’ how fast I’m falling for you. And you told me that you’re here to check out that company and get yourself back to the best you can be, that’s why all the different therapies. What hasn’t been said is if they even offered you a position or if you even want one. Where you plan on dropping your hat or calling home? I know your family is up in Montana but I’m not sure if you’re feeling like heading back there because sometimes it sounds like you hated it, while other times you seem to really love and miss it. With all that’s happened to me, Ollie, I tend to be way over the top and OCD. With you, nothing is planned, and I have no idea what’s next. Didn’t mean to get all ‘crazy’ on you. Just like Joe told me, it’s all the emotions of the open house, the clinic, my new partners, the farm/shelter, and its day-to-day responsibilities. Things are piling up on my shoulders and they’re caving from the pressures and weight. But those aren’t your problems, so I’m sorry. I didn’t get a chance to tell you how much I really enjoyed last night, Ollie.”
I roll to the couch she’s sitting on and reach for her, after locking the chair so I can half stand-half swing myself onto it. Then pull her to me so she’s almost on top of me. Smiling into her beautiful face, I take a breath.
“All right, darlin’, gonna give it to you straight. You, Pixie, have brightened my life—lightened my heart—and I totally want that to continue. Yeah, I like it here but it’s not home for me, not feeling it, and I’m sorry, don’t think it ever will be. I need more than sitting in an office working in front of a computer. And I’m not thinking that Mark is gonna let me run any missions anytime soon. I’ve got this idea that does take me back home to Timber-Ghost, Montana, but wow, wait, give me a second to explain. I’m not against having two home bases, Pixie. So, let’s put our heads together, well, that can wait. Right now, another head needs to connect with a part of you in a much deeper way, don’t you think?”
Crushing her to me, my lips take hers, so she knows how she affects me. My tongue battles with that little one of hers as my hands reach down to remove her hoodie. She helps by grabbing her T-shirt, pulling it off, leaving her in a pale green sports bra. Seeing her hard little nipples poking out, my fingers grab them, pinching and pulling. Pixie moans and immediately reaches for my pants. As we try to remove clothing it dawns on me: we are in her unlocked home while there are volunteers working, who might need to come in looking for her for any number of reasons.
“Pixie, the front door, did ya lock it? Baby, I don’t want to be deep in ya and have someone gettin’ a show ’cause that’s for my eyes only.”
She hops off the couch and, in her bra and pants, runs to the door, apparently to lock it. When she rushes back in, she stops directly in front of me, dropping to her knees. Oh Christ, not sure I can handle the thought of her mouth wrapped around my cock. But that’s where she’s going, so I lie back, giving up my control to her for now.
Once she’s pulled me out and her tiny hands are jerking me off, I watch her as she studies my cock intently. On a downward push of her hand, her mouth opens just enough for the head to fit. She puts it in her mouth then her lips lock on to it as she sucks on the sensitive part of my cock, the mushroom head. A roar comes from my lips as my head literally jumps off her couch and pounds back into it. She’s watching me with that cute devilish look back in her eyes. When her hands come back up, she immediately lets go of the tight grip and she widens her lips, taking as much of me as she can in her tight, wet hot little mouth. Holy fuckin’ shit. I’m trying to hold it together. While glancing down at her, I see she’s watching me closely. As I watch her, she smiles and then starts to bob up and down with a suction that is driving me insane. I’m way too big for her to take it all, but between her mouth and hands she sets a rhythm I can’t keep up with. She pays attention to my glans and the vein on the underside. Feeling a warmth in my spine, I fight it because this feels way too good for it to end so quick. When she takes a bit more on her down swing and I hit her throat, I can’t control the low guttural grunts coming out of me. She stops for just a second, eyes on me, as she swallows and my body jerks from the intense feeling. After that I don’t remember much as her tiny little body works miracles between her mouth and hands. The noises coming from my mouth aren’t even human any longer, while the rush to finish is getting harder and harder to fight. When she lightly grabs my sack, squeezing, that’s it. I try to remove her, but she won’t let go.
“Pixie, last chance. Baby, I’m gonna blow so if you don’t want that, come up here and give me that mouth. Pixie, baby, I gotta—oh God, girl—it’s coming. Holy fuck, that’s it. Squeeze them harder, yeah, just like that, yeah, Pixie, yeah.”
Before I know it, I’m shooting my load into the back of her throat and she’s taking all I give her. The muscles in my legs are so tight that when I finally finish and they release, her mouth still on me is too much. I reach down and with my hands under her arms, I pull her up me. She’s watching me and I can’t catch my breath, so I bring her close, wrapping my arms around her tenderly, hugging her tightly. When I’ve finally caught some air, I gently lift her head, then kiss her swollen lips, feeling an emotion I’ve never felt before. This tiny little Pixie is stealing my heart. And that thought brings a smile to my face, which she can feel and smiles back