My fingers hovered there for a moment. Thankfully, the door buzzer gave them a reprieve.
I glanced at the time as I got up from the table. It was almost nine o’clock on a Friday night. People with actual lives were out to dinner or out at clubs. I had ordered a large pizza from the joint on the corner. My plan was to eat it alone and work until the damn soccer story was done. I picked up the twenty-dollar bill I’d left on the table and carried it to the front door.
“Hi, Bobby—“ When I opened the door, the words caught in my throat. My large pizza was there, but rather than the teenager who usually did the deliveries, holding the box was Sean Donovan.
He looked at me and smiled. “I met a kid downstairs who traded me a large pizza for an autograph. I was wondering if you’d like to share it with me.”
I blinked several times to make sure he was real. He was. I stepped aside to let him pass, then closed the door and followed him into the kitchen.
Kate
“What are you doing here?” I asked, standing with my arms around myself as I watched him set the pizza on the counter. My eyes took stock of him. He looked good; healthy and strong.
“I was told that I could meet someone here,” he said with a smile.
I blinked at him. “Who?”
“I think her name is Kate Asher,” he said, giving me a little nod. “Her friend Dru left a note for me at the stadium and they passed it along. Her note said that she thought we’d be great together.”
“It did?” My eyes flooded with tears. “She’s usually right about such things.”
He stepped closer. The air between us sparked with electricity. He held out his hands and gazed into my eyes. “Do you have something to say to me?”
I sucked in a quick breath and put my hands in his. Every nerve in my body came alive. I said, “I’m sorry. I never should have lied to you.”
He squeezed my hands and pulled me close. “And do you promise to never do it again?”
I licked my lips and said, “I promise.”
“Then,” he said, putting his arms around me. “It’s nice to meet you, Kate Asher.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Sean Donovan.”
* * *
Sean sat on the edge of my bed and lifted his arms so I could pull the t-shi
rt over his head. He winced a little, but the pain seemed to pass quickly as he focused his eyes on my breasts. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me to him. He kissed my breasts and swirled his tongue around my hard nipples.
“God, I missed you,” I said, clutching his head to my breasts.
“I missed you, too,” he said as his hands went around to cup my ass. He kneaded my ass cheeks and tilted his head back so I could kiss his mouth. When his tongue pressed against mine, the electricity flowed from his mouth into mine, down my body and into my cunt. I was already flowing like a river. His tongue in my mouth seemed to increase the tide.
His cock was hard and straight between his legs. As he massaged my tits, I reached down to take his cock in my hand. I tugged on it and felt it grow larger. I had forgotten how amazing he felt in my hand. I couldn’t wait to have him back in my pussy where he belonged.
“Are you okay to do this?” I asked softly.
“I am,” he said, moaning as my hand continued its stroke. “I just can’t lift you over my head and twirl you around.”
“Good,” I said. “I’ll take it easy on you.”
“I can’t make that same promise,” he said.
He suddenly spun me around and with his hands on my hips, pulled me back into his lap. I leaned forward with my ass out and lowered my pussy onto the head of his cock.
I moaned when he pulled me down onto him, filling my pussy completely, with no room to spare.
He reached around to cup my breasts. I loved my hips up and down to milk his cock. He squeezed my nipples hard. I moaned in pain and moved my hips faster and faster.