by Stella James
“Hanna?”
“Yeah?”
“Please stop talking,” I lower my lips to hers and kiss her gently, waiting for her to give me just the slightest sign that she wants this to happen again.
An eternity passes before she opens her mouth and moans lightly. Fuck yes. I place my hands on the counter behind her, caging her in and slide my tongue between her parted lips. She groans into my mouth and trails her fingertips along my biceps until her hands rest behind my neck. She pulls me closer, arching her back and pressing her tits against my chest. I wrap my arms around her and pull her to stand, her curves flush against me as I rip my mouth from hers and nip the side of her neck.
“Bedroom, Hanna,” I rasp against her skin.
“Mmhmm, down the hall, first right,” she says.
I grip her ass and easily lift her as she wraps her long legs around my waist and grinds herself against my cock. I spin us around and head for the hallway just off the kitchen, trying not to walk us into a wall as she sucks on my neck, up my jaw and all the way to my ear.
“Fuck Brent, you make me so wet I can hardly stand it,” she groans. “I’ve already masturbated twice this morning since I left your bed and both times I pretended it was your hands on me.”
Mother fucking hell, this woman is going to kill me. My dick is now throbbing over her dirty confession. I desperately want to take my time with her but the minute my lips touch hers, I forget myself completely and can think of nothing besides fucking her into exhaustion.
We reach the open doorway and I back us up towards the bed until the back of my knees hit the mattress. I sit down with her firmly on my lap as I rip off her bra and take one of her pretty pink buds into my mouth. The salty sweetness of her skin tastes like fucking heaven and when she uses her own hands to plump up her breast, holding it in place for me while I nip and suck, I thank my lucky fucking stars that I pulled her over yesterday.
“Oh God Brent, that feels so fucking good,” she moans.
I don’t remember Hanna being so vocal last night but this is hot as hell. She grabs the hem of my T-shirt and pulls it over my head, running her hands down my chest and over my abs until her palm rests above my cock. I lift her off my lap and set her on her feet in front of me. I tug down her little shorts, along with her thong and the second she’s naked in front of me, she puts her hand over her pussy and starts rubbing herself before sliding her middle finger inside and slowly pulling it back out. She exhales loudly and looks at me pleadingly and all I can do it sit here and watch this Goddess of a woman touch herself.
I snap out of it when she brings her other hand up to massage her breast and tug open my shorts, pulling them and my boxers down my legs and kicking them aside. My cock smacks into my stomach as I back up on the bed.
“Get over here Hanna and get on my cock so I can make you feel good.”
Her eyes widen and she removes her hands from her body. She crawls up the bed and with no warning turns her back to me and sinks down onto my cock in one heavy thrust.
“Fuck, Hanna,” I mutter, gripping her hips and admiring the view of her perky ass as she slides slowly up and down my length.
She leans forward slightly and places her hands firmly on my legs as she quickens her pace. Every inch of my dick gets buried inside of her slick pussy and I can’t do anything to deter the tightening in my balls and the need to fill her with my cum. I buck my hips up and we thrust into each other almost violently until I feel the walls of her sex grip me tightly and she throws her head back in ecstasy, soaking my cock in the process. I grip her hips tighter and pump up twice more before I’m shooting into her and shouting my own release. I might even black out because when I open my eyes again she’s folded over my legs, her chest heaving. I run my hands up and down her hips in a soothing motion and that’s when I notice a small but very clear four leaf clover tattooed on her left ass cheek.
“Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“You have a tattoo on your ass,” I say, out of breath.
She moves forward slightly, my semi-hard cock slides free from her body and I instantly want back in. She looks over her shoulder and smirks at me.
“You don’t say?”
I give her a smack on the ass and pull her back to me before she can hop off the bed. I hold her in front of me and place my hand over her swollen pussy, swiping our cum along her folds and using the wetness on my thumb to rub gentle circles against her clit.
“Ohh, fuck,” she gasps. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“No Hanna, I’m trying to show you how fucking good I can make you feel.”
She grips my wrist and grinds herself on my hand until her thighs are shaking and she comes again against the palm of my hand.
“Jesus, Mary and everybody else. You’ve got magic hands officer Doyle,” she says.
“I’m just getting started with you baby,” I promise.
Chapter 5
Hanna
I’m surprised I can walk by the time Brent is done with me. It’s almost six o’clock when we emerge from the guest bedroom in search of food. I lost count of my orgasms hours ago and I also stopped trying to figure out how exactly he was able to regain his mammoth of a boner so many times too. The physics of it seem impossible to me, but then, I don’t have a mammoth cock of my own so I guess I’m out of my league on this one. I’m going to think of his ability to perform in such frequency as a gift from above…or below. Either way, happy birthday Hanna.
I rise up on my toes and grab a box of cereal from the top cupboard. I’m not in the mood to cook and even with the central air on, it’s too bloody hot to turn the oven on anyways. I turn to ask Brent if he’s okay with cereal for dinner when I see that he’s already got the milk on the counter.
“Sorry it isn’t much, but you and your fabulous penis have me spent and it’s too hot to cook,” I say.
“It’s all good,” he says, crossing his muscular arms across his chest and leaning back into the counter. “Tell me more about how much you love my penis,” he grins.
My sarcastic retort is on the tip of my tongue when I decide to take a different approach. I don’t know what it is about Brent Doyle but he makes me want to say and do some very naughty things and I think perhaps I should show him the appreciation that I have for his mammoth cock.
I place the box of raisin bran on the counter and slowly walk towards him. I pull my purple tank top up and over my head, leaving me in nothing but my green lacy boy shorts. I know I probably look like a disaster with messy hair and swollen lips, but I give exactly zero fucks. Brent turns me on, plain and simple and just the thought of feeling his dick in my mouth now has me on a mission. My name is Hanna Mitchell and I am obsessed with giving this man an epic blowjob. His cocky grin fades quickly as I slowly sink to my knees and undo the button on his shorts.
“Hanna you do-“
“Of course I don’t have to, Brent. I want to.” I pull down the zipper slowly and tug his shorts down his legs, I take him in my hand and give him a loving squeeze. He spears his fingers into my hair and tilts my head back so that my eyes meet his.
“Fuck Hanna, wrap those lips around me,” he groans.
I trace my tongue along one long, bold vein and moan before sucking him into my mouth and slowly releasing him. I repeat the motion and this time take him far enough into my throat that I gag slightly. I look up at him and his eyes don’t leave mine. I swirl my tongue against the tip and start sucking him with the enthusiasm of an over achieving porn star. His fingers grip my hair tightly, the burn only making me want to suck him further. His eyes close and he tilts his head back, assurance to me that I’m doing a fantastic job. I continue to suck him hard and fast and ignore the ache in my jaw. I want his cum in my mouth and I want him falling apart because of me. I’m drunk with power and the desire to achieve my goal.
“Fuck baby, I’m gonna come,” he moans.
He tries to pull out but I grip his ass with my free hand and hold him in place. When
the first hot drop of his semen hits my tongue I give myself a mental high five. I swallow every drop of his release as he grumbles and mutters. He’s out of breath and leaning into the counter, completely spent when I rise up from my knees and lick my lips. This must be exactly how it felt to land on the moon for the first time. I literally feel like an astronaut right now.
“What were you saying before? I got a bit distracted,” I smile sweetly.
“Fucking hell.”
He wraps his arms tightly around me and holds me for a minute before my stomach lets out a loud and un-lady like growl. I lean back and quickly press my lips to his cheek before bending down and grabbing my shirt.
I pour us each a bowl and set them on the table. We eat comfortably and once we’ve showered and had sex once more, we settle on the couch with a movie. My eyes are drooping within minutes and my last thought before falling completely asleep is I hope I don’t snore. Which I must say out loud because I hear Brent’s deep voice reply.
“You’ll still be the prettiest girl I know.”
Swooooooooon.
*
For just over a week I’ve been involved in some kind of friends with benefits arrangement with Brent. To be honest, I’m not really sure how to classify it and we haven’t bothered to discuss it. I really had no intention of having any kind of sex when I arrived home from Ireland, but alas here I am, scoring the biggest cock I’ve ever seen and enjoying the company of the man attached to it. Life’s funny like that I suppose. I’ve been in motion for so long now that it feels nice to stand still for a while.
I’ve spent the better part of eight years sowing my wild ass oats and I didn’t realize just how exhausted I am. This must be how Frodo felt at the end of his journey. Only instead of packing around the one ring to rule them all, I’m packing around this bomb pussy and an ass that won’t quit.
I pull up in front of my dad and Barbara’s house and instantly smile when I see the two of them on the front porch. My dad is sitting in a lawn chair reading the paper and Barbara is watering her potted flowers. I never thought my dad would get married after my train wreck of a “mother” left him high and dry to raise us girls by himself, but I’m glad he found someone who makes him happy and treats him like the wonderful gem he is. I don’t recall our mother ever being very nice to him, or us, for that matter. But Barbara is sweet and sassy and fits right in like a missing puzzle piece.
“Hey kiddo, how ya doin’?”
“Hey Dad,” I say making my way up the front steps.
He stands from his chair and pulls me in for a tight hug. I know he’s missed me while I’ve been away and I’ve missed him too. My sister and I are in complete agreeance that Earl Mitchell is our most favourite person on the planet.
“Let the girl breathe Earl,” Barbara says laughing as she gently nudges him out of the way and takes her turn.
“Hello sweetheart,” she says. “Are you staying for dinner?”
“No, I can’t tonight. I just wanted to stop by for a quick visit before work.”
My dad sits back down and pulls a cold can of coke from the cooler beside him and passes it to me, nodding to the seat beside him. Barbara continues to water her flowers while we visit. Since I’ve been back in town, I’ve tried to make it over at least twice a week to catch up and spend time with my family before I leave again. I’m bummed about Mona being gone right now but she and Walker were just in Ireland a couple months ago to visit and we skype regularly as well.
“How’s it going at Mac’s? He keeping you busy?”
“Busy enough. I mean, he knows I’m only here temporarily so he’s still looking for someone permanent. But it’s working out for both of us in the meantime,” I say.
“I ran into Kate the other day at the post office,” Barbara says. “We were talking about how it’s too bad the town doesn’t offer more in the way of fitness classes. It sure would keep a person busy if they were inclined to teach something like yoga,” she says with a wink. “Or something else, kickboxing would be fun,” she adds quickly.
“Yeah, for sure,” I say. “Hopefully they can get something going.”
She gives me an understanding smile just as my dad heads inside to check on supper.
“So, I hear you’ve been spending some time with Brent Doyle,” she says.
“Let me guess, Mrs. Henderson?”
“Ah, the one and only. That woman would report a rain drop to a weather man,” she smiles. “Is it serious?”
“No, we’re just, I don’t know, friends I suppose. Besides, I’ll be leaving soon anyways.”
She gives me a long look before sitting in the empty chair beside me, taking my hand in hers. The gesture is maternal and although appreciated it still feels a bit awkward on my end.
“I wish you’d stay Hanna. We miss you and it’s been so nice having you here this last little while,” she says. “And now that you find yourself in the company of such a handsome man, why not try something new? Why not try staying?”
“It’s not that simple,” I sigh. “I’ve never in my entire life had a problem walking away from a relationship before, something my wonderful mother and I have in common. Who’s to say this isn’t any different? I miss you guys too and I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t been nice being home but I know who I am. I’ll get bored, I always do. I wish I were different, God I would love to be married and have kids and do everything my mother failed to do. But it’s just not me, not yet anyways.”
“Oh Hanna, I wish you could see what I see sweetheart,” she says sadly.
The hour flies by and soon it’s time for me to head down to Mac’s for my shift. I hug my dad and Barbara goodbye and for the first time in years I feel my dad hold me just a little bit tighter than he used to.
“Dad, I’m just going to work,” I laugh lightly. “I’ll see you next week.”
“I know kiddo, I just miss you that’s all,” he says. “I’m proud of you Hanna, but I’m still a selfish old man and I look forward to the day that your feet stop moving so fast.”
I kiss him quickly on the cheek and head off to work. Hours later with Brent asleep beside me, I sink down to the floor beside the bed and open my laptop. My eyes scan the current list of departures from the nearest airport, all the while wishing I could just get my shit together and stay put for once.
Chapter 6
Brent
I look over at Hanna as she tries to teach Jamie how to swing on the monkey bars at the playground. We’ve been here nearly all day and not once has she shown even the slightest hint of boredom or annoyance with my niece. We were supposed to spend the day at the lake just the two of us but Eric called this morning in a panic over finding someone to watch Jamie since my folks are out of town for the weekend and he got called out to a jobsite unexpectedly.
I check the time on my phone and when I look over again, Hanna is hanging upside down while Jamie giggles beside her. I wave to get her attention and point at my phone. Eric will be expecting us to bring Jamie back right away and thank God because I’m done sharing Hanna for the day. I pack up our stuff and have it loaded into the truck by the time they come barreling across the grassy field, laughing and breathless.
“Uncle Brent, did you see Hanna swinging upside down?!”
“I did and I think she might be part monkey, what do you think?”
“If she’s part monkey then I want to be part monkey too,” she says, pushing her glasses up her nose.
“Well of course you’d be part monkey with me kiddo, we’re a team,” Hanna says smiling.
We get in the truck and take Jamie home where she immediately tells Eric everything and I see him give Hanna a grateful smile. She waves it off like it wasn’t a big deal and ruffles Jamie’s hair as she continues to talk a mile a minute. Once we’ve said our goodbyes we head straight for my place.
“Go ahead and grab a shower babe, I’m going to unload this stuff,” I say when we pull into the driveway.
“Yes please,” she says. “I
have sand in some very private places.”
She hops out of the truck but before she heads for the front door, I grab her hand and pull her to me, placing my lips firmly on hers.
“Thanks for being so good with Jamie today.”
“Of course. She’s great and I had fun,” she smiles, squeezing my hand before letting go and making her way up the front steps. I watch her go and wonder when exactly I managed to fall in love with her.
*
I put everything away in the garage and head inside. I was hoping to catch Hanna in the shower and join her but she’s already dressed in a pair of those tight little shorts and a blue tank top, brushing out her wet hair when I come into the bathroom. I peel my shirt off and untie my shorts when I look up and see her watching me in the mirror.
“Care to join me babe?”
She puts down the hairbrush and turns from the sink, stepping towards me and running a slim finger down my chest.
“Why don’t I get us something to eat instead?” She leans up and kisses my cheek before dodging my hands and laughing as she exits the bathroom.
I shower quickly and dry off, not bothering to cover up and when I enter the bedroom, Hanna is kneeling on the bed in nothing but her panties. Panties with little fucking hearts all over them. Jesus Christ. She looks up at me and grins as she crawls to the edge of the bed and stands in front of me.
“I thought we could wait to eat,” she says, tugging me forward and urging me to lay back on the bed.
I’m so distracted by her perfect tits and the fact that my cock will soon be surrounded by her slick pussy that it takes me a minute to realize she’s lifting my arms up to the bed frame. A click echoes in the room and she places her hands on either side of my face and pulls my mouth to hers.
“I found your handcuffs,” she says smiling against my lips. “I wanna play.”
She sits up, still straddling me and shifts her hips so that her covered pussy sits right on my cock. Her hair is still wet and hanging over her shoulder and her face is clean and a bit flushed from a day spent outside. She’s fucking gorgeous.