CHAPTER SEVEN
Brock
The next morning, I rolled over to find a cold spot in the king-sized feather bed. It left my blood running cold.
I glanced toward the bathroom, saw that the door was still cracked, the light dim with no sign of movement. Even though I knew it ridiculous, sudden doubt overwhelmed me. She couldn’t possibly have left unless… I’d been rough with her. Very rough. I probably left bruises all over her skin. And her a virgin! Fuck, I was a total asshole! What the hell was wrong with me?
I couldn’t help it. I wanted to devour every inch of her perfect soft body. Claim that tight pussy just for me. And I did. Violently so she’d remember. So she’d never think of another man. Even now, I yearned to be inside her and my cock twitched on its own volition. Give it a rest, buddy. We screw up enough for one day.
The loss of Amy in my bed left me cold. Cold after so much heat, sex, and electricity, it surprised me there wasn’t a hole in the three-hundred-thread count sheets.
Sex with Amy had been more than I deserved.
She was sweet, giving, and hot as fucking hell. What she lacked in years she made up in willingness to let me lead the way. I had a feeling she was adventurous. That she would allow me to do anything. And would.
When I thought of her soft curves, I grew hard as a fucking stone. The way her skin melted beneath my hands reminded me of velvet, her sweet spot a jewel, her voice a symphony. I wanted to bury myself inside her and never come out.
I’d never been so happy, so satisfied, so…alive and I didn’t want it to end. Was this really me? Most people who knew me wouldn’t think so.
We’d not just fucked, we’d talked into the wee hours of the morning. As it turned out; we had a lot in common. Things like history, science, and even religion or lack thereof. We had more things to discuss than what position seemed best, or how long each of us took to reach climax, which actually surprised the shit out of me. How the fuck did I do that? In the past, I could get myself off in just seconds, but with Amy I wanted to last. For her. For both of us.
I thought about her age. I knew why she wanted me. She wanted someone older, more experienced for her first time but we’d gone way beyond that. Now what…? Would she experiment with other guys? Maybe men her own age? The thought left a sour taste in my mouth.
I told myself I was the only man for the job. That sweet little package was a mass of raging hormones. Her body so hot I worried about pleasing her although judging by her moans, the way her body wriggled beneath my hands, the rush of wetness to her clit, it hadn’t been a problem. And she wasn’t selfish. The woman dazzled me with her awareness. Awareness of me. She touched me in places I didn’t even know I liked being touched.
I found myself opening up to her about my past. The good and the not so good. All of it. She’d listened attentively, asking me details that I left out or laughing at the appropriate times. Our time together wasn’t just sexy, it was goddammed glorious. It surprised me that she could talk on a variety of subjects and not just about things I was interested in like sports, geology, or how many fires I’d fought in my career. Because she was a voracious reader, she knew a lot. Five times more than I ever did at her age. Fuck, she knew more than I did right now. She was a female Einstein and it didn’t hurt that once she was stretched, her body was an undeniable fit for my cock. Like we were made for each other. Fucking perfect. Our bodies became one—like puzzle pieces.
Sweeping the sheet off my fevered body, I threw my feet over the bed, slid into my slippers and threw on a robe. I headed down stairs to find my love goddess. Just thinking about her lips on my dick, the way she swallowed me like a champ, the tiny nubs of her nipples that stood out like freaking cherries, made me delirious with desire for her. My cock grazed the fabric sending tiny thrills inside my groin. I didn’t walk downstairs, I hopped. Like a little kid I skipped steps and then jumped third one from the bottom, landing with a single plop on the hard flagstone floor. I threw up my arms in the pose of an Olympic champion but there was no one to see my fete. And then I started whistling. “Where are you, baby?” I made my way into the kitchen where I smelled fresh coffee brewing, the percolator bubbling away.
She wasn’t there. I made my way to the foyer. “Amy Lynn?”
The front door was cracked. I wrapped the flannel ties of the robe firmly around my waist and stepped out. “Amy?” I walked around the back of the house, expecting to find her seated with a cup of hot cocoa while she gazed across the hillside.
My hands on the railing, I gazed over the valley. It was so beautiful this time of year. All the trees in reds, yellows and greens. The sun had already come up but beads of rain still puddled from the night before. I turned around. Light shadows played across our Adirondack love chair highlighting droplets along the wood. I smiled and then made my way around the other side of the porch. When I came around the corner, I noticed tiny slippers, but no Amy. I picked up a brown woolen one. It was soaked. Apparently she stepped in a puddle and left them here. “Where are you , hon’?” Now I was getting worried.
I went back inside. I fell heavily in a chair, trying to get my head around where she’d gone, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure it out. Maybe she had skedaddled back to the city. Had her fling with the older rougher man and decided she’d had enough. Probably had a young hot boyfriend too. Well, what did I expect? A white picket fence? Kids? That certainly wasn’t me.
A few minutes later, Amy came bounding through the front door, all smiles with her hair pulled up in a messy ponytail, her cheeks rosy from the brisk cool air. “Oh, you’re awake. Fabulous.” She was carrying a tray of fresh baked muffins and cold cheeses. She placed it on the coffee table.
“Where did you get that?” I asked, pulling her into a big groping hug. I perched my head upon her head, taking in the sweet shampoo smell of her hair.
“Next door. Well, the cheese I got next door and we were out of cream for your coffee so that too. I made the muffins.”
“You did?”
“Yeah.”
“You didn’t have to make me muffins. I could have had one of the chefs prepare them…had I known you’d like them so much I would have…”
“I didn’t make them for me.” She shrugged and I realized I’d said the wrong thing. “I took her hand in mine, placed it to my lips and kissed each of her fingers one by one. “That was sweet. Thank you. To tell you the truth though, I’m mostly hungry for something else.” I reached around, grabbing one globe of her sweet ass which, to my delight, was bare beneath the pale blue chenille robe she was wearing. I groaned and buried my length against her softness. She let out a squeal and I whispered in her ear. “We don’t have to go anywhere. Why don’t we go back to bed for a while.”
She let out a fake gasp. “Why Mr. Fitzgerald, I don’t know what you mean. Are you insinuating I’m the kind of girl that would stay in bed all morning just so you can have your fill of me?”
I chuckled, pinching said globe. “I think we already established that. The question is how long can I take advantage of you.”
She giggled and stepped out of my reach. “Oh and by the way, I love this robe. How did you…”
“It was my mother’s.”
“Oh.” He face fell. She probably thought I bought it special since she was spending the weekend up here.
“You…save it?” She looked at me curiously.
“No. It’s all I have. I found it wedged between some blankets. I thought about you so I kept it.”
“I see.” I could tell she thought this was weird.
“It’s all right. My mother would have liked you. If she were here, she probably would have given you that robe anyway.”
“I would have liked to have known her.”
“I know.”
“Thanks. You really want to go back to bed?”
I pulled the robe off one shoulder and she angled her head so I could nibble at her neck.
“Mmmm. Yes. That’s exactly what I’m hoping for, my little runaway.”
“And what do I get in return?”
“This.” I took a step back. When I pulled on the ties, my own robe fell to the floor, my cock pointing north.
“Jesus, Brock.”
I couldn’t help grinning like a fool before her hands slid between my legs and squeezed. “Mmmm. You have an amazing cock,” she murmured in my ear. “But later. I’m very hungry now.”
“Then you like what you see,” I said slipping back inside the robe and grabbing a muffin off the tray.
“On second thought...” She dropped her own robe and I thought my dick would explode from the sight of those perfect breasts set high with two hard nipples just begging to be licked. I dove in for the first nibble, cupping it with my palm and pulling gently with my teeth.
“Who needs a bed anyway?” she rasped against my ear. “Perhaps we should christen every room Hmm?”
“Fuck yeah.” I pulled her into a kiss, hearing the breath whoosh out of her as I let my tongue explore the inside of her mouth. I could feel her heartbeat along my chest.
She pulled back slightly and then inclined her head, still pulling at my dick. Nibbling on my nipple while sliding one hand along my chest, sharp waves of desire tromped merrily through my brain. The sensation drove me wild; I was so sensitive and my mind went blank when the nails of her fingers cut into my dick, giving me the first taste of pleasure pain.
I groaned with expectation.
It was spontaneous and Amy induced, which turned me on like nothing ever had. She stroked and squeezed, then raked her nails along the length. My cock was already leaking pre-cum as I ground into her hand, bucking at her touch.
“Oh baby, Do that too much and I can’t be responsible for what happens next.” My cock was already leaking pre-cum. The wet sticky fluid coated her tiny hand, which she smeared along my belly.
“While I do like the sound of that, I was hoping daddy would spank me?”
Holy shit!
“Naughty words for someone who was a virgin just yesterday.” I laughed but then sobered when she gave me a dark look.
“But first…”
Unashamed and unguarded, she dropped to her knees between my legs, but she couldn’t quite reach my cock, big as it was so she pushed me down in the chair. “You’re huge,” she said, her eyes big as saucers.
“Take it, baby. Take all of it.”
Like a snake, that hot baby tongue darted across my tip. I jumped. A deep heated rumble sizzled in my ears as I listened to her moan, enjoying the sensation. Then she scooped up my balls. “And these are big too,” she said simply like she was giving me a science lesson. “You know…the male sperm would die if they didn’t live inside these. Very useful. If a man didn’t have a scrotum, the human race would actually perish. Did you know that?”
I didn’t answer because all the blood had left my brain.
Five seconds later my cock slid past her lips, her teeth and gums, and toward the back of her warm slick throat. Little by little she took more of me in, only gagging once or twice as I entered her completely, holding onto her head and resisting the urge to push. I needed to be patient but I was like a dieing man, wanting that last kiss. That last bit of pleasure. Yearning to take it for myself. Grab it. Own it like a savage. I wanted desperately to come inside her mouth, force her to drain every last drop of me. I wanted her to swallow but part of me held back. Even if it killed me, I didn’t want to push her too hard.
Moving up and down the shaft, taking breaks now and again to stare up at me, she sucked with more gusto than any porno queen I’d ever witnessed. One hand on my dick, the other on my thigh, she stared up at me, watching my reactions. Moist full lips sucked me like a siphon. I needed this. Needed her. Nothing else in the world mattered.
I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck! I’m gonna come. Suck me off, baby girl.” My cock hit the back of her throat as she milked me from the base with her other hand, slowly at first and then faster with more encouragement. “Oh god, that’s good. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”
I bucked forward, one hand holding the top of her head. Pushing. Pushing. Swearing I would apologize later. When I pressed too hard, she mumbled for me to let go. The thing was I didn’t need to guide her. She knew exactly what to do but I was losing control. Losing control of all of me. Every atom of my brain. Every thought inside my head.
“Ah fuck!” As my temperature rose I leaned forward, jerking my hips so she would take me in deeper. I went faster and faster. Grinding against the back of her mouth. Every sense fired on all pistons. “Baby, I…Baby…Ahhh!” My hamstrings tingled and I arced my back, the pressure boiling over as a gush of hot sticky cum shot out of me all over those perky sweet tits.
She exploded into giggles. “Houston we have liftoff.”
“Baby, that was fantastic,” I said, shaking off the last of my explosion all over the robe.
“Mmm. Glad you liked it but next time I want you to come inside my mouth.”
Hot damn!