Unconventional

MADISON

He came in around dusk, just as he said he would. Covered in sweat, dirt, and mortar dust and God only knew what else.

And I was more than ready for him.

“Boots off,” I ordered as Julian entered the foyer. “And sit.”

I shoved him backwards, into one of the kitchen chairs. He unlaced. I pulled. A minute later I was running my hands over his tired feet, touching and rubbing as I rolled off his socks.

“Here.”

I reached onto the table and handed him a beer, cold and frosty, the cap already off. My sexy stonemason tilted his head back and took a long, deep pull. Several gulps later, he’d finished half the bottle.

“Oh, I could get used to this,” he sighed.

I ran my hands up his legs, rubbing the whole way. Julian kept drinking. Kept watching. Just past his knees, I squeezed his thighs playfully before climbing into his lap.

“Thanks for today,” I said, kissing him hotly. I could feel my hair tickling his skin, as I nuzzled my way into his neck.

My lover set the empty bottle on the floor and pulled me against his chest. His body was warm, his lips cold from the beer. Even the contrast was turning me on.

“What’s for dinn—”

I shushed him quietly with a finger against his lips. Then, after kissing him some more, I slid down his legs and straight to the floor.

“Right now?” I purred. “You are.”

I unbuttoned and unzipped him, then tapped the tops of both knees. Julian eyed me shrewdly for a moment, then lifted his ass from the chair so I could shimmy his jeans off. His shorts came next, rolling down his massive thighs. His heavy cock, warm from the day’s imprisonment, sprang into my hand.

Without another word, I dropped my head into his lap and went down on him.

MmmMmmmmm…

It was musky. Dusky. Salty but sweet. He had the scent of a man, through and through. One that had worked hard all day, doing something big and important.

Something for me.

Julian’s tattooed hands sifted into my hair as I bobbed up and down in his lap. I was licking and stroking him. Sucking him hard and deep, then slowing down to make eye-contact while dragging my wet tongue up and down the underside of his thick, pulsating shaft.

I could’ve said something clever. I could’ve winked at him. The truth was, we didn’t need any of that. A hundred things became silently understood as I kept sucking and licking and eye-fucking my stonemason, while kneeling sluttily between his thighs on the kitchen floor. Everything that passed between us was absolutely wordless.

“Fuck.”

It was the only thing he got to say. It preceded the penultimate moment, when I felt his balls retract, his stomach tighten, and his ass lift itself from the chair. Julian’s hands rolled into thick fists, as he began pumping his hot seed straight down my throat.

“Oh FUCK, Madison…”

He stared down at me as he came in my mouth, watching my cheeks bow out to accommodate his copious load. I did everything I possibly could. Pulled every trick out of every book… but I still couldn’t swallow it all.

Wow…

It ran down my cheeks, my chin, my neck. Spilled out a little onto the chair, too, as well as coated the sides of his massive shaft.

I kept stroking and sucking, bringing him completely and totally off. Running my tongue around the underside of the head, as the last twitches and pulses marked the end of his little trip to paradise.

When it was all over and he’d finished spending himself, I grabbed a nearby towel. Smiling devilishly, I stood up and tossed it his way.

“Dinner’s in fifteen minutes,” I said, turning in the direction of the oven. “Go ahead and shower. You’ve got time.”