Chase
I never believed it was possible, but I did now. Death by sex was a thing. We had been alone in the house all day and taken full advantage of that fact. I was headed upstairs to shower—alone. I had to. I don't think my body could handle another round with Leah, but I knew if I saw her naked, I would want to fuck her, even if it could kill me.
As I walked up the stairs, dragging my feet, I thought over the day. There had been sex as soon as Blake left. Then sex on the kitchen counter after our lunch. Then we went to the living room to watch TV and ended up having sex there twice. My dick would be raw if I didn't slow down, but I couldn't help myself. The woman was like the most delicious treat in the world. I wanted to gorge myself on her, knowing our time alone would come to an end too soon.
Leah had ordered me to my room to shower alone while she showered and then made us dinner. I was more than willing to comply with her demands. She loved cooking, and I loved her cooking. It was a win-win for us both.
Once I hit the shower, I felt like a new man. It was all I needed to restore my strength. I headed downstairs and went straight to the kitchen.
“Hey, gorgeous,” I said, walking toward her and wrapping my arms around her before kissing her. “You were fast.”
She laughed. “I was hungry. Hunger motivated me to shower quickly.”
I looked at her fresh-faced with no makeup and her hair pulled into a ponytail. She had on a pair of black leggings and a long T-shirt with no socks or shoes. It was the most natural thing in my world to see her like that. I liked the world I was living in and didn't want to think about the real world beyond the front door of her massive home.
“How are you so thin?” I said with a grin, giving her butt a firm squeeze.
“Tennis. You run around chasing a ball for hours every day, and you tend to stay in good shape. No one wants a fat, out-of-shape tennis coach,” she joked. “I think it would be bad for business.”
When Blake told me Leah worked almost full-time as a tennis coach, I had been surprised. She clearly didn't need the money.
“Actually, I kind of do know what it's like to chase a ball for hours a day. Baseball.”
“Oh, yeah! Well, then, I guess I have baseball to thank for this rockin' bod,” she said, running her hand over my chest.
I kissed her again before she forcefully pushed me away. “Go. I am hungry, and I want real food. I'll holler when dinner's ready. I have to eat, or I will pass out.”
I nodded. “I know the feeling. Okay, okay. Are you sure I can't help you? You really don't have to cook for me. I'm cool with making a sandwich.”
“I'm very sure. I want to make you dinner, and I like to cook alone. It's a lot easier to cook when I have clothes on,” she added.
I laughed. “You were the one who trotted down to the kitchen naked as the day you were born.”
She shrugged. “But now, I am going to be using the oven, and I would prefer not to get burned in certain areas.”
I winced. “I would prefer you not get burned either.”
“Go,” she ordered when I took a step toward her again.
“Fine.”
I walked to the theater to check out what kind of movies they had available. It was one of the rooms I had yet to really explore. Blake tended to spend most of his time in the game room, which was comfortable, but it would be nice to sit back and watch a movie and just chill with Leah. Assuming she wanted to. She may have had other plans.
It took me a few minutes to figure out the various remotes. I looked around the theater that was more like a huge living room on a slight slope. There were recliners instead of the standard seats. It was really a very comfortable room.
I plopped down in one of the chairs, reclined it back a bit, and started flipping through movies. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, Leah was kissing me softly on the lips, one of her hands on my cheek.
“There you are,” she said softly.
“Sorry, I guess I didn't realize how tired I was,” I said, putting the chair back into a sitting position.
“It's fine. Dinner's ready. Did you want to eat in here?”
“Nah, the kitchen's fine,” I said, standing and taking her hand.
“Good because I am not a fan of trying to eat while using trays,” she laughed.
We walked to the kitchen, hand in hand. “What's for dinner?”
“Nothing fancy. I was hungry and didn't want to make anything big. Chicken breasts with wild rice.”
“Damn, that's not fancy?” I asked in amazement.
She giggled. “Well, I like to impress with my cooking skills. I don't know that chicken breasts are the way to do that, but if you think it is, that works for me.”
As always, her food smelled amazing. We sat down and ate before she pulled out an air popper and declared she wanted some buttery popcorn to eat while we watched a movie.
“Did you want to go back in the theater room?” I asked.
She shrugged. “The living room is better. I like the couch,” she said in a sexy low voice.
Images of me bending her over the back of the couch a few hours ago popped into my head.
“I like the couch too. I like it better when you’re naked and draped over the couch,” I said, moving to stand behind her so I could push my erection against her ass.
“Go find a movie, and I'll bring in the popcorn.”
“Anything in particular you want to watch?” I asked her.
She shrugged. “I don't care, nothing too gory and violent preferably.”
“Got it. See you in a minute.”
I flipped through the list, found a Jason Statham movie I considered to be tame but not too girly. Leah didn't strike me as the chick flick kind of girl. She came in, crawled on the couch next to me and nestled in close. My arm went around her, and we settled in.
It felt right to have her in my arms, snuggled against my chest with her bare feet tucked under her. The movie started, and as I suspected, she was very into it.
“What are your—”
I stopped talking when she shushed me. I had only wanted to ask her about her plans for the day tomorrow.
“Excuse me?” I said, surprised she actually told me to be quiet.
Her hands, ice cold after holding her cold soda, slid under my shirt, sending shivers through my body.
“That wasn't nice.”
“Shhh, then. I'm watching this,” she playfully lectured.
I laughed but went quiet. I didn't want to interrupt the woman's movie. I sat there, listening to her breathe and felt the occasional flinch when Statham fought off a bad guy. It felt so good sitting with her, I didn't want to ever move. It almost felt like an actual relationship. Home on a Friday night, curled up with a woman, and watching a movie. I had girlfriends in the past, and that was a pretty common thing.
Leah was ten years older than I was. Did she see this as a two-week thing, and she would never talk to me again after I went back to school? I didn't like that idea at all. I liked being with her. I knew it was probably wrong, and it could never possibly work, but a guy could dream. The idea I had to walk away from her in a short time unsettled me. The first time I had seen her, I wanted her. The first time I had her, I assumed it would be a brief fling, and I was okay with that. But now, after being with her and still not getting enough of her, I wasn't sure how I could get up and walk away.
For now, I would enjoy the time I had with her. Blake would be back in a couple of days, and we wouldn't get to do this. We would have to go back to playing our parts. That was going to be tough after having the freedom to kiss her when I wanted and fuck her wherever I wanted.
I scooted my butt down on the couch and pulled her in tighter to settle her head on my chest. She was warm and soft. The lights were down low, and the couch was way too comfortable. Before I knew it, I felt myself drifting off to sleep with Leah cocooned in my arms.