He leaned back to look at me. “And you’re a pessimist. I’m surprised. You weren’t like that when we were texting.”
Yeah, well, I wasn’t trying to be fake married to a much younger man I had the hots for but shouldn’t while lying to an old woman to get money.
He brushed away my tears with his thumbs. “Perhaps we can find a happy medium.” He smiled and leaned in giving me a kiss on my lips. It was short. A peck really. But that didn’t stop my hormones from firing up.
He gave me a sheepish smile. “Sorry. I forgot we were back to friends—”
I gripped his shirt, pulling him to me and planting a longer, firmer kiss on his mouth. It was instinct. An automatic reaction that totally ignored the rational, safe part of me. That seemed to be a theme in my life; forget smart and practical, go with lies and base urges.
He groaned, and his arms once again held me close. He slanted his mouth, taking the kiss deeper. I parted my lips, inviting him in, groaning myself when his tongue met mine. I shouldn’t be doing this, a voice in my head warned. But I told it to shut up. My life was a mess. A little sexual satisfaction seemed like the least I could have since I was about to lose my donor when I confessed the truth. I’d lose my self-respect too. I wondered if I’d lose my job. Would Meredith use her influence to get me fired?
Wanting to let all that go, I turned my focus to Tucker and how good he tasted. How wonderful his hands felt as they caressed my back.
“If you’re going to stop this, please do it now,” he murmured against my lips. His dick was long and hard as it pressed against my belly. My breasts were sensitive as they brushed against his chest. My pussy was on fire with need. No, I wasn’t going to stop this.
I pulled at his tie, loosening it and then unbuttoning his shirt until I could splay my hands over his chest. It was warm, his heart beating quickly under my palm. It didn’t make sense to me that such a young virile man would want me, would respond with arousal to me, but right now, I’d go with it.
He unzipped my dress pulling the sleeves down and then unhooking the clasp of my bra. The minute my breasts were free, his mouth was on one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. I gasped and held his head to me as sensations flooded my body. God he was good at this.
Our hands were a flurry of activity as we undressed and I tugged him to the couch. I straddled his thighs as he slipped a condom on and then he pulled me over him, noting that this was the first time I was ever going to have sex on the couch. First my dining table and now my couch.
I sank down, taking him deep inside me. God, he felt perfect. I hated him for it even as I savored it.
“Yes, Holly…fuck you feel so good,” he said with his face in my breasts.
I was focused on me and my need to forget how messed up my life was and simply feel this primal base pleasure. With my hands on his shoulders, I rode him, up and down, back and forth, chasing my pleasure. His hands kneaded my breasts as he spoke. His words were sometimes naughty, sometimes encouraging.
My pussy was hitting peak pressure and I knew my release was near. “Suck my nipples,” I gasped, wanting to get lost in my pleasure.
He did as I asked. He drew a nipple into his mouth, tugging and sucking hard. My body hit the pinnacle and then launched into ultimate bliss.
I cried out as my pussy spasmed and a flood of pleasure rippled through my body.
“Fuck…yeah…come on me…” he said with his mouth against my breasts. He groaned, and his head fell back. His expression looked more like torture than pleasure. It occurred to me that he hadn’t come. I wondered why.
“Why aren’t you coming?”
“I will…fuck…give me…” In an instant I was on my back on the couch. He knelt on one knee while his other leg was on the floor. He lifted one of my legs so it was hooked over the back of the couch and the other he draped over his thigh. He tugged my hips to his. “I’m going to come so hard.”
11
Tucker
What was it about her that had me mad with orgasmic need? I’d been trying my damnedest to abide by her friend-only rule, and then she was kissing me in a not so friendly manner. What was a man to do but to kiss back? Once I was kissing her, my dick had to get involved. And before I knew it, she was riding my dick and, holy fuck, did it feel so good. Too good to let it end so quickly. So, I fought the orgasm that teetered on the edge, which wasn’t easy because when she came, per pussy was like a fucking vice on my dick.
But now I had the control. She was on her back, her legs open, her pussy wet with her come. I gripped her hips, and plunged in, watching as her tits bounced each time that I pounded into her.
She gasped, and put her hands over her head gripping the arm of the couch. She reminded me of a renaissance painting with her round tits, pink hard nipples, and supple curves of her body. Her hair was strewn out all around her head in shiny curls. She was magnificent.
I withdrew and plunged again, watching as she gasped and arched like she was reaching for her pleasure again.
“Do you like that, Holly?” I managed to ask.
“Yes.”
“You like my dick. My hard dick in your pussy?”
She moaned when I thrust in and ground against her hitting her clit. “Yes.”