All of it

I let out a breath and looked down at her, lightly shaking my head, wishing I could cum again. Fuck. The appreciation I felt for her was so intense. Slumped back against her kitchen chair while she knelt between my legs. It was such a hot, overwhelmingly erotic moment. One I will never forget. Ever.

She quietly cleared her throat a few times and swallowed again, then shyly looked at my cock. A bead of cum hung at the tip. She let out a breath, and I knew, in some shameful, sinful way, she was proud of herself. It was a big fucking load. Jesus Christ almighty.

“Come here,” I said gently, and her nervous eyes darted to mine. I knew she swallowed to get back at him. She didn’t really want to. What girl did? Well, maybe some did…I liked to think those girls existed…but most didn’t. I knew it revolted her. But she chose to. I didn’t **** it. Didn’t ask for it. Of course I wanted her to. It was a huge turn-on. And even though it was probably her way of extracting **** against her fiancé’s actions, or lack thereof, I still appreciated it. Appreciated her. It must have taken a lot of willpower to go through with it, and I was grateful.

She slowly stood up, suddenly shy, now that the fun part was over. But it could always be fun. I wish she knew that. I put my hands on her hips and slowly turned her, then pulled her down to sit on my lap. She finally allowed herself a sigh of relief, still probably feeling good and loose after her orgasm, then she hesitated for a moment or two before she leaned back against my chest. I didn’t know if she wanted to, if she was too tired to fight me, or was simply humoring me until I got bored and left, but I’ll take it.

Her ass sat nestled comfortably against my spent cock, and neither of us cared that the cum and drying saliva at the tip of my cock was now on the back of her shorts, soaking into the fabric as her light weight sank down onto my lap, the crack of her ass warm against my naked cock.

And for a while we just breathed together, enjoying a fleeting embrace that we both knew couldn’t last much longer. I wish it could. And I can’t read minds, but I got the sense that maybe she did too. But with her, you never know.

The back of her head was against my collarbone, and I fought the urge to close my eyes. She felt so good in my lap. Against my chest. I think she felt it too, but again…I just don’t know.

“Thank you for that,” I finally said, my voice playful, but sincere. She didn’t say anything, but leaned back into me, softly breathing. I smiled as I took a deep breath in, then let it out as my right hand slowly caressed her thigh, my left hand softly petting the top of her head, gently moving her hair away from my mouth. “I’m so proud of you. I hope I tasted good.” I knew it probably didn’t, but I couldn’t help myself. She didn’t say anything, but inhaled and exhaled a little faster.

Her back subtly arched, her ass just barely grinding against me, and I smiled as I grit my teeth. Fuck. I flexed my cock, which was still mostly hard, despite releasing just a few minutes ago. She let a breath out of her nose, like it amused her.

“Am I hurting you?” she asked, her voice just above a whisper, high-pitched and feminine. I smiled. So damn shy. It gave me tingles.

“Fuck no,” I said, amused by her concern, either honest or flirtatiously playful, and pushed my dick up against her ass. She hesitated, then quietly cleared her throat.

“Are you…are you coming over tomorrow?” She asked, her voice so quiet. So timid. Meek, yet with the smallest hint of hope. Subtle, but the shy way she tried to ask was very endearing. I knew her face went pink without even seeing it.

“Yes,” I answered immediately. She let out a quiet breath, and I didn’t know if it was what she wanted to hear or not. There was still the complication of her fiancé, who had proven his worthlessness today. I don’t know and could not know if this changed anything between them. Their plans. Marriage. Kids, probably. And to be honest, I didn’t really care. I got to have her. I showed her what a man is. How a man acts.

I knew she’d think differently of him after today. There was no forgiving that kind of spineless inaction. Well, maybe forgiveness. That is the Christian way, isn’t it? But forgetting? Hell no. Not only was she a Christian, but she was a woman. They didn’t forget shit.

I smelled her hair and sighed, content with the weight of her on my lap. My dick flexed involuntarily and I let out a heavy breath, trying to will it away. But I couldn’t. It was getting hard again. The memory was still so fresh, and when I thought about what it felt like to unload in her mouth…how she swallowed…I simply let it do its thing. Whatever.

Her head turned slightly to the right, as if she were concentrating on the feeling of my shaft stiffening between her cheeks. She subtly slid back on my lap, her ass grinding up my shaft as I groaned. And then I felt movement. I opened my eyes and looked down her chest, and saw her hand resting on her crotch. Like she was just feeling it. Feeling its warmth, as I was. I let out a breath and raised my hips to press into her backside. My bulge was firmly nestled in the crack of her ass, the thin fabric of her shorts, and her wet panties the only thing that separated us from touching skin.

“It’ll fit, you know,” I said quietly, hoping it’s what she was thinking about too, my tone playful, my eyes amused by my attempt at being funny. “If that’s what you’re worried about.” She breathed out and in, her mouth open as she reacted to my bold statement.

I reached my left hand around and placed it on top of hers. She tensed, seemingly coming to her senses. I brought my right hand up and turned her cheek with my finger, then leaned down and kissed her. She let out a frustrated breath and reluctantly submitted to it, a noise of unease escaping her throat. I slid my hand down and cupped her left breast, my arm across her body to hold her against me. She tasted like me. I can’t believe she swallowed a whole mouthful of it.

She sighed as my tongue touched hers, sticking hers out to meet it, and for a moment I thought we might be starting round 2. But she suddenly broke the kiss, and pulled her hand away from her crotch. I groaned in mild frustration, my dick achingly erect, already looking forward to what could have been.

But I had already cum. I was turned-on, and could have gone again, but there was no rush. She leaned forward and went to stand up, but I placed my hand on her hips and held her there for a few seconds, enjoying the view as I looked down at her ass in my lap. This was another outfit she looked amazing in. So fucking cute.

She patiently humored me until I let her go, and I let my hands slip gently from her hips as she slowly stood up and turned around, her eyes cast down to the floor as the sobering reality settled in.

“You should, um…probably…” she tucked her hair behind her right ear and I knew she was back to her usual self.

I smirked. She had no fucking backbone at all. Just say it, baby. Leave. You’ve had your fun, thanks for the O, but now you can get the fuck out of my house. It really was that easy.

But she would never.

Could never.

I groaned as I stood up and lifted her, briefly pinning her to the table with my crotch.

“Well, I suppose I should go,” I said, saying it for her. She nodded at the ground a couple of times, rucking her hair behind her ear again, hiding her pink, embarrassed face from me.

I pulled my jeans up and watched her as I zipped them and buckled my belt. So cute. So petite. I wanted to fuck her so bad. It was only a matter of time, at this point. It made me feel better, knowing that I would. She turned around and leaned back against the kitchen table, her hands behind her on its edge as if protecting herself from being turned around again.

She finally looked at me again, that shame in her eyes as I stared back at her. I smiled at her, confident that I rocked her fucking world again. Eager to do it again. And again.

And again.

“Come see me out?” I asked with a nod of my head towards the front door. She quickly nodded, looking down again. She’d be able to relax soon, but had a hard time at the moment. I wish she would have asked me to stay.

Beckett looked up when we walked past the living room, his eyes quickly darting from her to me and back to her again. I smirked, then glanced at her as I turned and stepped into the living room. He quickly stood up, removing his gaming headphones with wide, nervous, regretful eyes.

I smiled confidently at him, offering my hand.

“Beckett,” I said with a smile. “Always a pleasure.” He seemed relieved that my hand was open and not balled up into a fist. He quietly murmured something that sounded like ‘yup,’ in an hurried voice, a fake, nervous smile on his face, nodding as he said it. It was more of a noise than a word. He took my hand as if he were just trying to get it over with, his fake smile dropping when he glanced at Miss Laura and saw how she looked at him.

She was not pleased with him. She looked like she was trying not to cry, but also looked amused, like she would smile as she sobbed. His hand was cold and clammy when I closed my fingers around it. This time I squeezed his hand. ‘Firm’ wouldn’t be an accurate way to describe the handshake. I was trying to hurt his hand, slowly camping my fingers around his. His mouth opened and he winced. If this was a contest, his eyes let me know who won.

I let his hand go and wiped the feeling of it off on the leg on my jeans. He lowered his head after risking another glance at her, his shoulders slumped as he realized his worth.

I reached out and took Miss Laura’s hand and pulled her to me suddenly, but gently. She lightly gasped at the bold act, reluctantly letting me embrace her in front of her fiancé. My right hand was at the back of her head, holding her as I confidently placed a soft, delicate kiss on her lips, sliding my left hand down to her ass as I squeezed it, turning her to make sure her man got a nice view of my middle and ring fingers in the crack of her ass, pressing into the back of her shorts as I licked her tongue.

In her shock, she let me, her mouth open and frozen in panic. I squeezed and lifted her onto her toes and she gasped, moaning in surprise. I broke the kiss, groaning quietly before I squeezed her ass one last time, then let her go. Her heels hit the ground and she seemed momentarily dazed, her hand grabbing my arm for support as she lightly stumbled. My arm. I smiled at her and the indescribably adorable look on her embarrassed face. I didn’t bother to even acknowledge Beckett, but I know he witnessed the whole damn thing.

Fuck him.

“See you tomorrow?” I asked, my eyes never leaving hers. She looked at me in disbelief, but she had to be impressed. It was so fucking bold. And he just stood there and said nothing. Unable to look away, she timidly nodded. I smirked, and nodded back, reaching her left hand up to pretend to fix her hair, and to hide her blushing face from her fiancé.

I let my eyes take her all in, slowly and deliberately ogling her body. She looked away, suddenly shy, her mouth open in disbelief as her face blushing an even deeper shade of pink. She let a sharp breath out of her mouth, almost scoffing, as if she absolutely could not believe the set of balls I had to do that right in front of him. But I know she was impressed. And she knew exactly how big my balls were.

I shook my head lightly and hummed my approval, then opened the front door and left, pulling the door closed behind me gently, not even worrying about the backpack and iPad I left in her kitchen.

I tried to walk casual as I made my way back to my car. It was a beautiful late morning. The birds were singing brightly, as if cheering for me, and I got into the car feeling like I’d just pulled off the crime of the century.