Chapter Seventeen: Lolita
“Holy fucking shit… that was amazing,” I sighed happily as I lay with my head resting on Ryder’s chest and my body pressed against his. His arm was around me, pulling me close. He lightly kissed the top of my head. The tips of my fingers played with the thick hair on his chest.
“You’re amazing,” Ryder said. “Even more amazing than in my dreams.”
I smiled up at him. “You’ve been dreaming of me?”
He playfully rolled his eyes. “Ever since I saw you playing with your pussy a few days ago in the pool.” He paused to smile. “Did you know I was watching you finger fuck yourself?”
I rolled on top of him, sitting up with my wet pussy lips straddling the underside of his long, sticky cock. He put his hands on my hips and I put my hands on his chest, teasing his nipples with my fingernails. “I saw the curtain move,” I said. “I knew you were watching.”
“You wanted me to watch, didn’t you?” His cock was getting hard again beneath me. Shit, this guy was a fucking machine, no pun intended. I reached down between us and positioned his cock so I could rub my pussy lips up and down the shaft. The head of his cock reached his bellybutton.
“Why do you think I had my top off and the radio up so loud?” I said, giving him a sly grin as my hips worked back and forth. I could feel his cock getting harder by the second between my pussy lips.
“So, Lolita, you decided to seduce the older man,” he said, his fingers working their way up to my tits. He rolled my hard nipples under his thumbs.
“It worked, didn’t it?” I said, closing my eyes as little shocks of pleasure started webbing their way through my body. His cock was fully erect now, but I didn’t stop to put him inside me. It felt unbelievable, sliding my pussy up and down the shaft, my clit rubbing against him, his tight balls pushing against my ass. I was going to make myself cum without his cock inside me. And I was sure I could make him cum the same way. I’d made lots of boys cum like this before letting them inside me.
“God, that feels… good…” Ryder whispered. He closed his eyes and let me do my thing. I could feel his chest muscles growing hard beneath my hands. I teased his nipples. His breathing was getting heavier by the moment.
“Yes… it does… it feels wonderful…” I sighed, sliding along. “I’m going to make myself cum all over you…”
“I’m right behind you,” he said, his fingers digging into my breasts. I sped up the pace, mashing my pussy to his shaft, sliding back and forth, back and forth, from his balls to the head of his cock. The orgasm was building like a fire in my cunt. I could feel the heat spreading through me. Sweat oozed from every pore. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as my pussy gushed hot juices all over his cock and balls.
“Fuck…” Ryder grunted, sliding his hands to my hips to keep me moving. I looked down just in time to see him blow his load, spewing milky white ropes of cum all over his belly, shooting all the way to his chest. It was the sexiest motherfucking thing I had ever seen. I didn’t stop sliding my pussy over him until his cock had given all it had to give and went soft from exhaustion.
* * *
We fell sleep stuck to each other. I woke up and looked at the clock. It was nearly five. My mother would be home soon. It was time to break up our little party.
“Hey,” I said softly, brushing my lips to his. “You have to get out of here. My mom will freak if she finds you in my bed.”
“Okay,” Ryder sighed, rubbing his eyes. “So, she has a problem with you having boys over?” He grinned at me as he said the word boys.
“No, but she would have a problem if she walked in and found you and your big cock in my bed.” I pushed myself up to sit on the edge of the bed. I picked at the dried cum on Ryder’s stomach.
“Is it the age difference?” he asked. “Or something else?”
“She might have something to say about that,” I said with a shrug. “Mostly, she would freak out because she planned to have you for herself.”
Ryder’s handsome face broke into a smile. “Really, wow, I had no idea I was so desirable. This really is a great neighborhood.”
“Oh, I think you have an idea,” I said, leaning down to flick the tip of my tongue to his hard nipple. “You know exactly how hot you are.”
“Back atcha, Lo-Lee-ta,” he said, pushing up onto his elbows. “When can I see you again?”
That question took me a little by surprise. I figured we’d just fuck and get it out of our system, but obviously, Ryder had something else in mind.
“Define see me again,” I said. “Do you mean fuck me again or?”
“I mean fuck you again and or,” he said with a grin. “I like you, Lolita. A lot. Just the thought of you makes me smile. I need a little happiness in my life right now. I’d like to see more of you, spend time with you, get to know you—and not just in bed—although I would like that, too.”
“Okay, so what are you thinking?” I asked. “I mean, we can’t hide anything from my mother. She’s too smart for that. Not to mention that she has a suspicious nature and won’t let go of anything once it gets in her head. And you mentioned the neighborhood? Nothing happens on this street without old Mrs. Crown catching wind of it.”
Ryder thought for a moment, then said, “Ah, I have an idea.”
“What?”
“I’m going to need help with my son.”
“Your son?”
“I’m going to have to go back to work at some point,” he said, eyebrows up. “I hate the thought of putting Cody in daycare. It would be fantastic if I had a nice neighbor who could watch him during the day. Hang out with him, do fun things, maybe teach him to swim…”
“So, like a nanny,” I said, smiling at the idea.
“Yes, like a nanny,” he said. “A paid nanny, of course.”
“That would give me a legit reason to be at your house all the time,” I said, my eyes wide at the prospect of spending more time with him.
“Yes, it would. I could drop Cody off here when I went to work, or you could watch him at my house. I mean, if you’re interested. I want you in the worst way, but I have to look out for Cody’s wellbeing.”
“And you think me taking care of Cody is the best thing for him?”
“I think it’s the best thing for all of us,” he said, leaning over to kiss my shoulder. “What do you think?”
“I think that’s a great idea,” I said, giving him a kiss before getting off the bed. I glanced at the clock again. “Okay, lover boy, get out of here before my mom gets home. I’m going to take a shower. I can’t wait to give her the good news. Her daughter is going to be a nanny.”
* * *
“You’re kidding.” Mom put her hands on her hips and gave me her best, “What the fuck, Lolita??!!” frown. “When did you talk to him about being his kid’s nanny?”
“Today,” I said with a shrug as I continued patting out the burgers I planned to grill for our dinner. “He came over this morning to use the phone, we got to talking, he mentioned that he needed someone to look after his kid, and when he found out I had no plans for the summer, he offered the job to me.”
Mom folded her arms over her perfect breasts and arched her eyebrows at me. “You? A nanny? What do you know about looking after kids?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Hey, I’ve done the best I could,” she snapped. “You’ve turned out pretty fucking awesome, so I must have done something right.”
I gave her a sideways smile. “Can’t argue with that. I am pretty fucking awesome.”
“Yes, you are,” she said with a grin. “Still, I’m not sure I like the idea of you being over at his house all the time.”
“Why not?”
“Because, Lolita, he is a grown man and grown men have… needs.”
“You should know,” I said.
“Yes, I do. That’s why I’m not crazy about the idea.”
“I thought you’d be thrilled that I was going to make some cash to help pay for things around here.” I finished patting out the burgers and leaned over the sink to watch my hands. I picked up the salt and pepper shakers and glanced at her. She had a worried look on her face.
“Mom? What’s going through your pretty head?”
“Nothing,” she sighed, her shoulders slowly going up and down. “I don’t guess I’ll be seducing him by the pool this weekend.” She sighed through a smile. “Wouldn’t want to get involved with your boss, would I?”
I blew out a sigh of relief as I shook salt and pepper over the burgers. “No, that might not be a great idea,” I said. “Besides, mom, you have enough going on down there, if you know what I mean.”
“You’re right about that,” she said. She pursed her lips and gave her tits a playful squeeze, then glanced at her watch. “Speaking of, Otto is picking me up at seven, so I need to get changed.”
“Otto?” I said with a frown. “Who the fuck names their kid Otto?”
“Old Germans with money,” she said, coming over to peck me on the cheek. She put her arm around my shoulder and sniffed me. “You smell good. Is that my shampoo?”
“It is,” I said, bumping her with my shoulder. “Now go get changed for your big date. I’ll have a burger waiting for you when you get out of the shower. I know how you refuse to eat when you’re on a date.”
“Hey, men don’t want a woman who stuffs her face at fancy restaurants,” she said, backing out of the room. “Okay, gotta hurry. And congratulations on your new job.”
“Thanks, mom,” I said as I picked up the platter of hamburger patties and headed out the door to fire up the grill.
“Lolita,” she said. “Just remember your namesake. He’s an older man and older men sometimes take advantages of young girls. Just be careful. Don’t let him force you into doing anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“I know mom, and don’t worry. I don’t think there’s any chance of that.” I didn’t tell her it was because I was comfortable letting Ryder do anything to me he damn well pleased. Anything. Anything at all.
* * *
While mom was upstairs and the burgers were sizzling on the grill, I took out my cellphone to call Ryder. The grill was on the patio outside the kitchen door. I walked to the edge of the pool and dipped my toe in the water while my eyes watched his house. It was like a warm bath.
“Hi there,” he said. His deep voice in my ear made me sigh.
“Hi back,” I said. “I told my mother that I was your new nanny.”
“Yeah? How did she take the news?”
“She said it was cool, but told me to be careful because older men love to take advantage of younger women. You’re not out to take advantage of me, are you, Mr. Ryder?”
He lowered his voice to sexy growl. “Look up.” I looked up at the second-floor window. Ryder was standing there with his shirt off, the phone at his ear, smiling down at me. His voice was like the Big, Bad Wolf. “I want to take advantage of you every chance I get, my little Lolita.”
I giggled and put my hand to my breast. I glanced through the kitchen door to make sure my mother wasn’t coming, then hooked a finger in my bikini top and pulled it down so he could see my nipple. I squeezed my tit and pursed my lips at him. “Sounds… delicious…”
His voice was breathy in my ear. “Can you come over tonight?”
“Yes, my mom is leaving soon. She’ll be gone all night. I’ll come over soon as she leaves.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
I hung up the phone as the moisture started seeping from between my legs. I was going to spend the whole night fucking the man I’d been dreaming off. I knew our fun this afternoon was just a sample of things to come. The burgers sizzled on the grill, the meat heating up, starting to sweat. I knew exactly how it felt.
* * *
Mom rushed downstairs, scarfed down half a burger, then headed out to meet Otto. It took her forever to leave. I squirmed in my seat at the table like a little kid who had to pee. By the time she left my bikini bottoms were soaked with pussy juice.
I took another quick shower, lathering up my pussy until I made myself cum. I was so sensitive down there it didn’t take much to push me over the edge. Then I took down the shower wand and thoroughly rinsed the soap and cum away. I wanted to be fresh for Ben. I wanted to smell like flowers and taste like strawberries. I even took a few minutes to trim my bush a little. I sighed at the thought of Ben’s tongue on my clit as I watched the little curls swirl down the shower drain.
I toweled dried my hair and put on a little makeup, not much, just enough to make my eyes pop and my lips pout. I slipped into a thong and a little summer dress that would take two seconds to get out of. I slid my feet into a pair of flipflops, grabbed my phone and my keys, and headed for the door. When I opened the door, Kevin was standing on the porch with a six pack of beer in one hand and a bag of pot in the other. He had his usual shit-eating grin on his face.
“Hey, look at you,” he said, his eyes sweeping up and down my body. “You didn’t have to get dressed up for me.” He held up the bag of pot and shook it at me. “Got your favorite, Lolo. Harvest Gold. We’re gonna get fuuuucked up!”
“Shit, Kevin, what are you doing here?”
His smile melted into a frown. “We had plans to hang out, Lo.” He started to step inside, but I put a hand in the center of his chest to keep him on the porch. He glanced down at my hand, then back up with a hurt look on his face. “What the fuck?”
“I’m sorry, Kevin, but something’s come up and I can’t hang out.”
He gave me a suspicious frown. “What’s going on, Lo? Why are you so dressed up? Where the fuck are you going?”
“I’m not dressed up, you bonehead. It’s just a summer dress.”
“Yeah? So where are you going?”
“That’s really none of your business.”
“Ah, I see…” His eyes cut into mine like angry lasers. “Let me guess, you met some guy and you’re breaking up with me.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes. “First of all, I’m not breaking up with you because we are not a couple. Second of all, even if I did meet a guy it doesn’t mean you and I have to stop being friends.”
“But we have to stop fucking,” he said, his face turning as red as his eyes. He had already hit the Harvest Gold. He was high as a kite. “I see how it is. I’m good enough to hang out with and get fucked up with, but that’s it. You fuck me for years and then meet some other swinging dick and then it’s fuck off, Kev? That’s bullshit, Lo, and you know it.”
“Kevin, you need to lower your voice,” I said, glancing over his shoulder at Mrs. Crown’s house. I could see the old busy-body peering out her front door. “The neighbors are watching.”
“Fuck the neighbors,” he yelled. Kevin could be a real douchebag when he was drunk. He was a big guy and I’d seen him pick fights with people just because they looked at him wrong. Luckily, he wasn’t drunk. He was just high, which usually mellowed him out. He lost his balance and stumbled backward off the porch. He managed to right himself without dropping the six pack or the bag of pot. He glared at me like a mad dog and gritted his teeth.
“Tell me who it is!” he demanded. “Tell me who you’re fucking and I’ll fuck him up!”
“The only person you can fuck up is you,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Go home. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“There a problem here?”
My heart stopped when I heard Ryder’s deep voice. I stepped out onto the porch and looked toward his house. He was standing at the line where our yards met. He was wearing the tight jeans and boots. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. The muscles across his shoulders were pumped. His chest slowly rose and fell. His hands were balled into fists. The muscles of his arms flexed. When Kevin saw him, I thought he was going to shit his pants.
“What… who the fuck are you?” Kevin asked, mustering every ounce of courage the pot had to offer. “This is none of your business, man. Fuck off.”
Ryder walked slowly toward Kevin. I could see his nostrils flaring like a bull about to charge. His shoulders were hunched, head down, his forehead cut into a deep frown. Holy shit, he reminded me of those big wrestlers on TV, all pissed off and pumped up as they stomped to the ring to beat the living shit out of an opponent.
“I’m her neighbor, asshole,” Ryder said, stopping just a few feet from Kevin. Ryder gave me a sideways glance. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said, stepping to the edge of the porch. I almost did a pirouette to show him my dress. I know, I’m an idiot. I nodded at Kevin and took on a sympathetic look. “This is Kevin. He’s a friend. He’s just a little fucked up at the moment.”
“Fuck you,” Kevin growled. He was still holding the six-pack in his right hand. I wondered if the was thinking about swinging it at Ryder. I hoped not. I had the feeling it would be the last time he used that arm for a very long time. Besides, Kevin wouldn’t waste good beer. He looked at Ryder and gritted his teeth. “And fuck you, too.”
I saw the muscles in Ryder’s arms ripple. I could tell he was doing his best not to cream Kevin right there on my front lawn. Kevin was being a douche, but he was my friend. I was the one in the wrong here, not him. I quickly came off the porch and moved to stand between them.
“Ryder, it’s okay,” I said. “Kevin doesn’t mean any harm.”
“Ryder?” Kevin said the name, then bounced his bloodshot eyes between us. “You’re the Navy SEAL motherfucker with the dead wife. And what, now you’re trying to fuck my girl?”
“Kevin, that’s enough,” I said, putting my hands on his chest, pleading with him. “Go home and get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“I’m not going any fucking where,” Kevin said. He dropped the six-pack on the ground and shoved the bag of pot in his back pocket. He reached around to his other back pocket. When his hand appeared, he was holding a knife. He pressed a little button on the handle and a blade popped out.
“Kevin, stop it!” I screamed.
“Fuck you, you fucking cunt,” Kevin growled. I had forgotten how strong he was because he was usually so laid back. He pushed his elbow into my chest and threw me to the ground. I landed hard on my ass. It knocked the wind out of me. Before I could suck in enough air to scream, Kevin lunged at Ryder with the knife outstretched.
What happened next was like something out of a Jason Bourne movie. It happened so fast I nearly missed it. Ryder calmly sidestepped Kevin’s lunge, throwing Kevin off balance. Ryder grabbed the wrist holding the knife with one hand and grabbed the back of Kevin’s hair with the other. He kicked Kevin’s legs out from under him, sending Kevin face first into the ground. He twisted Kevin’s wrist and wrenched his arm behind his back. The hand holding the knife ended up between Kevin’s shoulder blades at an unnatural angle. Ryder plucked the knife out of Kevin’s hand and tossed it aside.
“Okay, Kevin,” Ryder said as he put his knee into Kevin’s spine and twisted the wrist to the point that I thought it was going to break. “You have two choices. I can let you up and you can go home and sleep it off. Or, I can break your fucking arm in three different places and you’ll never be able to grip a beer bottle or hold a joint again. You choose.”
Kevin tried to squirm free, but he couldn’t move. He turned his head to the side to face me. There were tears in his eyes. His face was smeared in blood from the impact of his nose with the ground. More disturbing than anything was the look of hurt and betrayal in his eyes that told me that our friendship was over.
“Kevin?” Ryder asked. “Choose. Home or the hospital?”
“Home…” Kevin said. “Fucking home.”
“Good choice,” Ryder said, relaxing his grip on Kevin’s wrist without letting go. “And if you bother Lolita again, you’ll answer to me. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand,” Kevin said. “Fuck you, I understand…”
Ryder let go of him and stepped away to retrieve the knife. He folded the blade into the handle and held out a hand to Kevin, who refused his help getting up.
“You ever pull a knife on me again Kevin and you’ll find it shoved up your ass,” Ryder said calmly, holding out the knife. Kevin stared at it for a moment, then took it and slid it into his back pocket. Ryder hitched his head toward the street. “Now get your beer and get the fuck out of here.”
Kevin wiped the blood from his face on the back of his hand, then picked up the six-pack and turned to me. He moved close enough that I could smell the dirt and grass in his hair and the blood on his face.
He said, “You’re going to be sorry.” He cut Ryder a hateful glance, then trudged to his car. He started the car and slammed his foot on the gas, the tires smoking as he squealed away. He held up his middle finger and yelled for me to get fucked. Fine. That was exactly what I planned to do.
“You okay?” Ryder asked, moving in close, putting his hands on my arms, caressing them gently with his fingertips. I almost melted into him, then I remembered we had an audience. Mrs. Crown and a half dozen others were standing out front of their houses now, watching, wondering what the fuck was going on.
“I’m fine,” I said, taking a step back. I tucked my hair behind my ears and looked at the ground between my feet. I could feel Mrs. Crown watching my every move so she could report it to my mother. “I’m sorry about that.”
“Is he your boyfriend?” Ryder asked with a smile that told me it wouldn’t make any difference if he was.
“No, just someone I hang out with,” I said. I glanced down at my dress and held out my arms to the side. “I was on my way to see you and he showed up.”
“You still coming over?” he asked.
“Of course,” I said, stealing a quick glance at the old woman still watching us from across the street. “It would take more than a fucked-up idiot like that to keep me away from you.”
“Good,” he said. “I’ll go back inside and finish getting dressed.”
“Don’t get dressed on my account,” I said, giving him a sly glance. “Clothes just slow me down.”
For the neighbor’s sake, Ryder and I didn’t touch again as we said goodbye. He gave me a friendly nod and I gave him a friendly wave. He went back inside his house and I went back inside mine. I would wait a few minutes, long enough to give Mrs. Crown time to waddle her fat, nosey ass back inside her house, then sneak over to Ryder’s house to let the real fun begin.