by Quinn, Cari
“Yeah, you’re right. Maybe we were followed. Maybe a fan is somewhere watching.” He slipped his hand into the vee of her shorts and parted her soft, wet folds with his middle finger. “I should definitely stop,” he added, circling her responsive clit. One touch and she was already straining, her hips lifting to demand more. “In one more minute.”
“Fuck a minute. This is gonna take thirty seconds.” She shifted her head and caught his mouth with hers. Their tongues slicked together and teeth collided and it didn’t make one iota of difference that there was no finesse to the kiss. There was just heat and need and them, in this spot where they’d found yet another way to connect so many years ago.
“Well, I’ll be. I’d say my eyes are playing tricks on me but Jasmine Edwards and Grayson Duffy, it really is you.”
Jazz shut her eyes and groaned into his mouth. The timing could not have been worse.
Or better, he decided once his girl pulled back and looked up at the smiling face of their high school history teacher, Mrs. Knolls. Jazz would so not want to come at this particular juncture, but he already had her soaked pussy clenching around his finger, so no way in hell was he giving it up.
Besides, he could do all he needed to with one finger. She could frigging time him.
“Mrs. Knolls,” he said, using his other hand to pull down Jazz’s summery top a bit more in an attempt to block their former teacher’s view. He rotated the finger inside Jazz slowly, just enough to make her swallow a gasp. “So surprised and pleased to see you here. We figured the campus would be empty this time of year.”
“Yes, definitely a surprise,” Jazz agreed, pushing down on her shirt in a way that was probably supposed to encourage him to stop fingering her but just drove him that much deeper. She choked out a laugh that sounded the opposite of relaxed. “What are you doing here?”
“We had an in-service day today, and I dallied cleaning up my classroom. It’s always so hard to leave the memories behind.” Mrs. Knolls brightened, obviously oblivious to Gray’s fingerwork between Jazz’s tightly clenched thighs. “So is that what brought you two here today? A trip down memory lane?”
“No, a trip down orgasm alley,” he mumbled in Jazz’s ear, though she laughed loudly enough that he wondered if she even heard him. Then she squeezed his finger, her walls fluttering, and he realized she knew exactly what she was doing.
His little rulebreaker might’ve hesitated at first, but she always took the bull by the horns and fucking rode it all the way home. Just like she was riding him.
Only part of him at the moment, but still. She was grinding against his palm like a champ, getting him soaked while she carried on a halting, breathless conversation with Mrs. Knolls about fond school memories, and oh yeah, she did remember the pep rally when she’d dropped her flute, and wasn’t that just hilarious?
She didn’t find much hilarious when he sneaked his index finger inside her too, caging in her clit and giving it a rough pinch that made her shudder and pretend to have a fit because of a circling bee.
“Oh no, dear, are you allergic? You mustn’t get stung.” Her gaze dropped to Jazz’s stomach as if she’d suddenly realized it was distended. Or else Jazz must’ve caught quite the stiff breeze under her billowy shirt. “You’re pregnant? How lovely. I’m sorry I didn’t realize before now. You’re such a tiny thing. I should’ve looked closer.”
“Oh, no, really, no need for that.” Jazz wiggled backward, right into his aching dick. He barely managed to stifle a groan. See, he hadn’t been lying about his aches, because his damn cock felt like he was being strangulated. And he wasn’t even going to think about his balls.
“You definitely need to make sure you don’t get stung if you’re with child. Everything hits you so much harder then. How far along are you?”
“Damn fucking close,” he said behind her ear, adding a little nip to the soft skin there as he rubbed her clit hard and fast.
“Too far. Umm, I mean, I’m, Jesus, Gray, how far along am I?” She backed up into him again and he swallowed a half laugh/half grunt. “I’m five months. I think. Yes, five. Wow, is it hot out here or is it just me?”
Mrs. Knolls narrowed her eyes. “Five. How delightful. And yes, dear, it is hot out here. That’s late spring in Southern California for you.” She made a big show of glancing at her watch. “Well, would you look at the time. I hate to chat and run but I have an appointment I can’t miss. It was so wonderful to see you both again.”
“Yes,” Jazz choked out as he inched his fingers downward and slipped them just inside her drenched entrance. She quivered around him and he plowed deeper for the simple pleasure of hearing her breath catch as she tried to summon coherent thoughts. “It was nice. So nice. Oh God, yes, we have to chat again soon. Bye now and take care.”
“Take care,” Gray repeated, smiling as Mrs. Knolls gave a jerky wave and turned to walk across the lot to her car.
The moment their former teacher moved out of their sight, Jazz rocketed her hips upward and he pumped his fingers deep. Doubled over, she moaned, her pussy clutching at him as he found that secret spot inside her and exploited it. In no time her thighs vised around his hand as she came hard, her hot release scorching his hand.
He pressed his cheek to her back as her breaths rattled in and out. He continued to stroke her quaking folds, bringing her down a lot more considerately than he’d taken her up.
“Oh fuck, that felt good.”
Against her back, he smiled and said nothing.
“Though, seriously, you couldn’t have stopped when she was standing right in front of us? I didn’t even remember when my own baby was due, you perv.” Giggling, she reached around to caress his thigh through his jeans.
“I was doing my part as a concerned husband. Is it not my duty to get you off at every opportunity?” He brushed his nose along the back of her neck and made her laugh as she squirmed away. Luckily, he had a good handhold on her and flicked her clit to keep her still. “I’d say I deserve a reward.”
“You do, but not here.” She gave his leg a consoling pat and tugged his hand out of her shorts with what only could be termed a mournful sigh. She quickly zipped the zipper and did up the button of her shorts. “I so needed that. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. After the day you had with my mother, you certainly did.”
“Oh no. No mother talk while I’m still getting aftershocks. Worlds are colliding.” She clutched her ears and he laughed. “Make it stop.”
“It’s stopped.” He sucked his fingers into his mouth with a loud slurp then grinned at her and rose, extending a hand to help her up. “This bus has one more stop to make. You ready?”
She got to her feet and brushed grass off her very cute butt. “I’d say no, that we could stop the bus right here, but I know what your answer will be. That we need to make more good memories to replace the bad.”
“You got it.” He caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers, knowing from the way her huge blue eyes fired that she felt the warmth still clinging to his hand. Her warmth. He wasn’t in any hurry to wash it away. “How am I doing on that score so far?”
“It’s working,” she said softly.
With those two little words, she lit him up like fireworks. “Whew.” He leaned in to brush his mouth over her forehead. “Thank God.”
They started walking back to their car, hand-in-hand. “But I suppose you still expect a reward other than praise,” she teased.
“I don’t expect one.”
“Sure you don’t.”
“Eating my fill at your pussy buffet all night is all the reward I need.” He opened her door for her and leaned closer. “But if your head happens to slide between my legs…”
“Maybe you’ll be sliding between these.” Grinning slyly, she gave her ample breasts a quick squeeze and slipped into the car.
He almost fell to his knees to offer up his sincere gratitude. Instead he walked around the car so they could hurry up and get to the last stop
on today’s list.
So far being married was freaking fan-damn-tastic.
To be continued…
Seth and Ally: Trick or Treat
A Dirty DILF Extra
Seth
“Trick or Treat!”
I looked down at the tiny Harley Quinn with flowing blond ponytails and an almost garish amount of makeup. She wasn’t more than a few years older than my Laurie.
Tomorrow, I would begin constructing the vault in my basement where my child would live until she was safely through her teen years. Ah, hell, who was I kidding? I’d call the contractor I had on speed dial. I might wear a tool belt now and then on request during roleplaying with Ally, but I knew where my skills resided. That was not wielding power tools.
Other than the one I carried on my person at all times anyway.
“Well, hello there. I think only treats for you.” But before I dispensed candy from my big round orange bowl, I peered beyond the child at the front steps and walkway. “Where are your parents? Older siblings?”
Crescent Cove was an astonishingly safe small town, but she was a young girl and it was just after dark on Halloween. Maybe she was from that new family that had moved in down the street.
“Daddy’s in the car parked down there.” She pointed into the darkness. When I craned my neck, I did see a hazy pair of headlights at the end of the lane. “Now gimme.”
I raised a brow. “What do you say?”
“Gimme, please.”
Not exactly what I’d had in mind, but close enough, I supposed. I doled out two stingy pieces of candy—the generic kind, because there would be no treasured Reece’s peanut butter cups for rude young ladies. She sneered before flouncing away, blond pigtails bouncing. No thank you from that one.
“Vault,” I muttered, backing into the foyer and shutting the door. I turned around to find my wife smirking at me. She was dressed up as Little Bo Peep, complete with staff. Except her version was erotically enhanced by the swollen breasts pushing against the bodice of her top and the hot as fuck baby bump poking against the silky material.
My dick lurched. My Ally was always the most arousing woman on the planet, but Ally pregnant with my kid was practically illegal.
As were the things I’d be doing to her in approximately—I consulted my watch—three hours, nineteen minutes, and thirteen seconds after I put our little girl to bed.
Then I would put us to bed.
“You worrying about little girls in the neighborhood again, Daddy?” Ally asked, correctly reading the direction of my thoughts if her teasing grin was any indication.
“Why don’t you come over here and call me that, you filthy—”
“Daddy!”
Halfway to Ally—and Ally’s smirky, sexy mouth—I stopped and glanced down at our four-year-old, Laurie. She was dressed as Wonder Woman, as she had been every day for the last month. Possibly two. I’d wanted her to save her costume for the big night so it would be special, but Ally had said it would be special regardless. And Laurie was awfully persuasive, as was Ally.
In the end, they’d both been right. Sure, Wonder Woman’s cape had a hole in it now and the tip of her sword-thingy was missing, but all in all, the costume was in decent shape. And Laurie was so freaking excited to go trick or treating that she was about to bust out of her skin.
“Daddy, how do I look?” Laurie demanded.
“Beautiful.” I’d learned my lesson with not answering right away. Plus, I should get bonus points for not getting distracted by Ally’s sumptuous mouth.
Laurie screwed up her mouth. “No.”
I tried not to glance at Ally out of the corner of my eye. “No?”
“He means you look strong and brave and kickass, sweetie.” Ally gave me a meaningful look as she stepped toward Laurie and brushed her hand over our daughter’s long blond ringlets.
“Kickass is a bad word,” I muttered. “Swear jar.”
“No, it’s not,” Laurie informed me, jabbing her plastic sword at my thigh. “It means good things, not bad.”
I cocked a brow at Ally. “Wonder who taught it to you.”
Ally lifted her shoulders and glanced at the ceiling.
“You are strong and brave and beautiful.” I crouched in front of Laurie and tweaked her nose. “You ready to hit the road, munchkin? We have to hurry if we want to be back for your show.”
“Great Pumpkin!” She leaned against Ally’s leg and gazed up at her adoringly. “With camel corn?”
“Caramel corn?” Ally corrected, setting aside her staff to haul up Laurie on her hip. She had to huff and puff a bit more than she normally did due to her growing belly, but Laurie settled right into the notch of her hip as if she’d always sat right there.
Because she had. Ally had been in my baby’s life since she was an infant, and now she was ours.
She was really, truly ours, just like the little boy on the way.
“Yes.” Laurie clapped her hands, then lightly poked Ally’s belly. “Sleeping?”
“Right now, yes. Don’t wake him up.” Ally laughed and glanced at me over Laurie’s head. Seeing them together warmed me in ways I didn’t have words to explain.
“I bet he wants camel corn too. Just like I do.”
“Silly girl, you’re about to get a bunch of candy. You can’t want caramel corn too?”
“I’ll only eat two pieces of candy.” Laurie sneaked a glance at me then held up three fingers. “Maybe three.”
“Three max if you want caramel corn too. Gotta get to sleep tonight because you have school tomorrow.”
The doorbell rang and I inwardly sighed, moving back to do my duty. I’d hoped we’d make it out for trick or treating without having to hand out more goodies to ungrateful little kids. No such luck.
Laurie babbled on about some story they were going to read while I pulled open the door. And reeled back at the sight of Ally’s best friend Sage—her other best friend, because hello, I was there first—and my twin standing about a foot apart on the porch. Oliver was not dressed up. This was unsurprising information, since forgoing a tie was his idea of casual attire. I couldn’t begin to guess what he’d think of donning a costume.
But Sage made up for Oliver’s lack of one. And how.
She was wearing something short, sparkly, and yellow. With feathers. And a headdress that flared up from her crown of blond curls with plumage that would make even a peacock jealous. Her heels were precariously high, and her legs were bare despite the late October chill.
Did I mention the feathers?
“Tricks or treats!” Sage laughed and swung her head around, nearly taking out my brother with her feathers and curls. He reeled back as if she’d sucker-punched him.
“Sage. You’re here.” Ally nudged me out of the way and rushed into the doorway, still holding an excitedly clapping Laurie. She loved her aunt Sage.
“Hi, Sage. Hi, Unca Ollie,” Laurie said excitedly.
“Hiya, pipsqueak. Miss me?”
Laurie giggled, then both Ally and Laurie fell silent as they viewed Sage’s attire.
“Bird?” Laurie wondered, glancing at Ally for confirmation.
“Um, I’m not sure, honey.” Ally cleared her throat. “I didn’t realize bird costumes were made from so little fabric.”
“That’s what this one said.” Sage jabbed a thumb in the direction of Oliver, who stepped another foot away as if her feathered condition was contagious. If he moved back any more, he’d land ass up in the bushes.
Which I would pay good money to see.
“What about you?” Sage jerked her chin at me. “What do you think I am?”
Being the parent of a precocious four-year-old daughter had taught me well. “Lovely,” I proclaimed.
Ally snorted out a laugh. “His standard safe answer. He doesn’t know any more than the rest of us.”
“Big Bird.” Laurie cocked her head. “Sesame Street!”
“No birds here, squirt, real or fictional.” As Sage reached out
to ruffle Laurie’s hair, I spotted a cluster of kids and parents coming up the walk and smothered a sigh.
We’d officially dilly-dallied too long.
“What are you even doing here?” Ally raised her brows at Oliver. “Sage was supposed to come over and hand out candy while we took out Laurie, but you’re a surprise.”
“Handing out candy is normally my job while Seth takes Wonder Woman around the neighborhood. So I’d say she’s the surprise.” Oliver’s haughty tone had me sliding a sidelong glance at my wife, who was trying not to laugh.
“That’s perfect then. You both can hand out candy while we head out.” Ally set Laurie down and she immediately ran to her Uncle, wrapping her arms around his legs. He crouched to return her hug, but she’d already moved on to Sage, offering her the same treatment.
Oliver frowned. “I hardly think it takes two.”
“Oh, everything is better with two.” I patted Ally’s ass while my daughter was distracted with Sage’s feathers, and Ally elbowed me none too gently.
“Trick or treat!” A bunch of kids called out from behind Sage and Oliver.
Oliver dusted off his knees and rose, dipping back his head. “I didn’t have time to prepare.”
Sage spun around to face the cluster of children and clapped her hands. “Look at all of you! Well, let me see who we have here. I see a witch, a baseball player, another Wonder Woman—”
“Uh oh,” I said under my breath as Ally and I exchanged a look.
Laurie charged toward the little brunette who’d dared to wear the same costume. “I’m Wonder Woman,” Laurie announced.
The brunette wasn’t backing down. “No, I am.”
“I had mine first.”
“No, you didn’t.”
Laurie crossed her arms. “You can’t have candy.”
“Hey, hey, hey,” I said, moving forward at the same time Ally did, causing us to briefly become wedged in the doorway. I let my wife go first then hung back as she went to mediate the dispute between the two girls.