“Not on purpose,” he said. “You’re right there in front of the sliding glass doors and my bedroom faces that way.”
Now she couldn’t breathe again. The best place to do yoga was the middle of the living room, which happened to be right in front of the sliding glass doors to the deck. He could sit on his bed with that bulge currently stuffed into his pants all free and happy. If she had known his bedroom was right there she’d have—
She’d have opened the sheers and done yoga closer to the doors so he could see better.
“Lissa saw you too and she tried to do what you did, but she kept falling over.” He scowled and she had a pretty good idea what Lissa had had to say about her efforts.
“So you’ve been watching me since I moved in.”
“Not on purpose.” Ryan turned to her, horror in his eyes.
“But you’ve seen me.” Which one of them should be more embarrassed here? Him for watching or her for being turned on that he’d been watching.
“You’re getting better. At first you were a little wobbly, but now when you do that one where you have one foot on your knee and you’re standing on one foot with your hands over your head, you’re like a rock.” He tried to imitate the pose, but couldn’t with work boots on and his beer still in his hand.
“Tree actually. That’s tree pose.”
“You’re good at it.” He blushed. “And I like that one where you have your hands and feet on the ground and you’re making a triangle with your body.”
Her face had to be the same color as his. Much the same color it was when she did Downward Dog too. “You could join me.”
“Join you?” He sounded as horrified by the suggestion as her brain was.
Join her? Did she want to spontaneously combust? And yet, she set down her beer on the windowsill with purpose and intent. “Sure. I could teach you some poses right now.”
Instead of panicking and running away or laughing and telling her he was just joking and that he agreed with Lissa that she looked like a sperm whale doing yoga, he leaned in and kissed her.
Vicky jerked backward. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing you. I thought you wanted me to.”
Wanted yes, expected no. Dim basement, nothing to do for hours. All her life she’d tried to do the right thing, go the safe route. Leading her here. So this was either the reward, or a sign that she needed to change tactics. Either way…
Vicky stepped in close and kissed him, savoring the moment his soft lips touched hers and the lovely contrast of his hard chest. He slid his hands around her waist and she had to force herself not to jump away. If he was disgusted, he wouldn’t be doing it. He couldn’t be disgusted because he deepened the kiss and waltzed her back to the pool table. Lifting her up, he pressed himself between her legs. Jesus, he was big, and hard. No man had wanted her this urgently in years. Her core was about to boil. “Are you thinking about Downward Dog?”
“What?” He started pulling up her shirt.
“The pose I do when I look like a triangle.”
He yanked the shirt over her head. “I am now.” He pressed his face into her cleavage. “Damn.”
Her nipples ached. Why hadn’t she put on a better bra this morning? This one was stretched out and barely functional and she wanted it off. She reached back and unhooked it before yanking it off and tossing it behind her.
“Oh yeah.” He took her nipple between his lips and sucked with an insistent rhythm.
Oh yeah indeed. Vicky lolled her head back and enjoyed. She should be doing something to please him, but really when had that helped in the past? Let him do the work. He was young and incredibly virile. She twisted her hips against his erection. Incredibly virile. “Do you have any condoms?”
“Condoms? Upstairs.”
Dammit, in the time it took him to run upstairs he might have realized that he was about to have sex with a fat woman twice his age. Then she’d have to spend the rest of this storm sitting uncomfortably while he played pool. She pulled his shirt over his head and brushed her thumbs across his nipples. “You better go get them.”
“Really? You’ll go all the way?”
He did really sound like a kid. “Hurry up.” She swatted his butt, but the contact lost its sting through his jeans.
He jumped as if it still stung and ran for the stairs grinning.
Vicky stared at the ceiling, tracking his progress through the house by the thunder of his footsteps. He sounded like an Olympic sprinter going for the gold. She had time to move to the couch, possibly even open it up before he got back, but why bother? He seemed to be very interested in her yoga contortions and Derek had been pretty devoted to missionary position. When Ryan reappeared in the basement, she was just where he’d left her.
“I’ve got them.” He held up a box.
“You can’t use them from over there.”
He tossed the box on the table and wrapped his arms around her again, kissing her. Bare chest on bare breasts was more intoxicating than she remembered. She ran her hands down his back, testing the fine, strong muscles he earned with all the physical labor he did. So big and brawny that she remembered what it felt like to be small. “I want you so bad,” he whispered.
“I bet you wake up every morning all hot and bothered.”
“When you’re doing yoga, I do. Bending over and twisting around like you do. All I want to do is fuck you.”
“Then you’re about to get your wish as soon as you get naked.” She was going to be doing yoga in front of that window with the sheers open from now on.
Ryan stepped back and had his jeans off and kicked behind him in record time. His cock was thick and seeking, but she held up her hand. “What?” he asked.
“I want to look at you.” Gorgeous trim body with that perfect V shape. This was like every fantasy she’d ever had, except they were in a basement with a storm raging outside.
“You gonna let me touch you?” he asked sounding so hopeful that she couldn’t have denied him.
She tossed him the condom. “This first.”
He grimaced, but put the condom on.
“Now you can touch me.”
He whooped and rushed forward, kissing her and yanking off her pants at the same time. He was inside her in the next instant, thrusting hard.
She licked his ear trying to catch up to his rhythm. “Slow down.”
“Slow?” He growled and did as she asked. “Better?”
“Much. Take your time. Make it last longer.”
“I keep thinking about you doing yoga.”
Now she was thinking about doing yoga with his participation turning it into the Kama sutra. This hot young man who thought she was sexy eating potato chips entering her from behind as she did Downward Dog. She started to sweat. Exercise could be so much fun. She grabbed his ass. “Harder.”
“Hard but slow?” he groaned.
She swatted his ass again, her palm making direct, sharp contact with his bare skin. “Harder and faster.” She leaned back on the pool table, stretching her arms over her head to clutch the other side. “Like that. Good.”
“You are so hot.” He clasped his hands around her hips and thrust harder.
Looking at her in all her naked glory, he thought she was hot. She hadn’t felt hot in a decade. It twisted up inside her core on the brink.
And he stopped with a heavy groan.
“Why did you stop?” she asked.
“I finished.”
“I didn’t.” He could not leave her like this, hanging on the edge, literally and figuratively.
“Oh.” He started thrusting again. He used his fingers to tease her clit.
Vicky squeezed her eyes closed. She wanted this too desperately to let it pass. “Harder.”
He thrust harder, agitating his hand on her clit faster.
The orgasm came on cat feet, light and limp. Too much time with a vibrator. She shivered as it passed and held up a hand for him to stop. Very disappointing.
Ryan p
ulled her upright and nuzzled her neck. “Was it good?”
He did have impeccable manners. “Yes,” she lied.
“Next time will be better,” he said.
Next time. There would be a next time. His hot lips on her neck and the indeterminate color of the sky made it difficult to know how much time had passed, but he was young and excitable so he might be ready for another go before too long. “So, would you like to practice some yoga for little while?”
His dick stirred against her thigh. “I’d like to watch you.”
“I’ll bet you would.”
His phone started to ring from the crumpled pile of his clothes in the corner. “Shit. All the blankets are in the sofa bed so I can’t give you anything to wrap up in.”
“Shouldn’t you answer that?”
“I will in a minute.” He gathered up her clothes and handed them to her. Then he walked across the room still naked and located his phone. It had stopped ringing by then, but he called back as she dressed. “Hey Bill. I figured you would.” He pulled off the condom and threw it in the trash. “I told you to take that tree down last spring.”
Vicky stepped away from the pool table. For how disappointing her climax had been, her legs were wobbly.
“We’re in the middle of a tornado watch. I can’t take care of it now.” He picked up his jeans and shook them out to find his underwear. Sad to see him covering up that body, especially since that body was so willing to sink into hers.
She turned away from the depressing sight of Ryan putting on clothes and went to the couch. The potato chips were there waiting. Somehow there always seemed to be some kind of food waiting for her to drown her sorrows in. Too bad he didn’t have any dip. Then she could have outlined the muscles of his abdomen with it and licked it off.
“No, Bill. When the storm is over I’ll figure out who needs help the most and start with them just like I always do. Goodbye.” Ryan pressed and held a button on his phone.
“Did you just shut that off?” she asked.
“Some people don’t understand that I can’t work in certain weather, like tornado watches.” He tossed the phone on the pool table. Upstairs, his landline started to ring. “See what I mean? Besides, this might be the best tornado warning of my life.” He sat down next to her and pulled her in for a kiss. Deep and slow, like he didn’t need to breathe.
Vicky’s body tensed hungrily. Had she been thinking he would ready for a next time soon? Because she was ready for next time now. Should have opened the bed when she had the time.
Ryan tried to push her onto her back. One thing was going to lead to another and that was probably going to lead to another disappointing orgasm. The last ten years with Derek had been either disappointing or nonexistent and she was damned if she was going to let that trend continue.
“Not like that.” She pushed back. “I want you to go down on me first.”
“You need a little more winding up?” He slid off the couch to between her knees. “I’ll do anything you need.”
Anything. Now didn’t that have a nice ring to it? “Go get the condoms first, so we don’t have to stop between. Then I want you to strip for me.”
He jumped up and darted to the other side of the room for the condoms. When he came back he stood in front of her and started doing a strip tease.
Vicky sat back on the couch and crossed her legs, watching. He did have such a lovely body and he was quite ready for round two. This little Oz trip they were taking had all kinds of wonderful benefits.
He finished on his knees in front of her. “Come on, baby. Open wide.” He grinned, sliding her pants down again. God, how she loved being undressed by him.
She stretched one leg along the couch as he kissed up the inside of the other thigh, headed straight for home base. “Slow down.”
“I don’t want to. You smell so good.” He made figure eights on her skin with his tongue. “Baby, please.”
Baby. The word coursed up and down her spine like a caress. Caring, wanting. “Lick my pussy.”
He drew a deep breath as he parted her lips. Then he leaned in, questing with his tongue for the hard knot of her clit. She gasped when he caught her. Her fingers sunk into the couch cushions as helpless whimpers broke from her. Everything felt amazing. The waves of heat crashing around her as he sucked on her. Her hips flexed and he followed her movement, unrelenting.
“Oh God, Ryan. It’s so good.”
He turned his mouth and space warped.
“Put the condom on. Put it on now,” she demanded.
He broke for a second, before beginning a new assault. Her body begged for release, but now he was taking her requests for slow seriously, damn him. Now that she wanted hard and fast and more, but couldn’t speak for the wanting, he was teasing.
“Can I fuck you now?” he asked. The brush of his mouth against her sensitive clit nearly making her split apart.
“Yes, please yes.” She tried to shift so he could climb on the couch with her, but he pulled her down, straddling his lap and sheathing himself inside her. She bucked in his arms while his mouth piled her breasts, sucking her nipples and licking underneath until she shattered with a cry.
He laid her back on the carpet, stroking her. “Better this time?”
She understood the question, but formulating an answer right now was beyond her so she nodded.
“Good. I like leaving my women speechless.” He kissed her cheek.
Not only speechless, but boneless. Vicky couldn’t quite get her eyes to open so she let them drowse closed. So she was lying on a basement floor, naked, with her landlord. Worse things had happened within the last year and if Ryan kept up like this, things could really be on an upswing.
Chapter Three
The next night when Ryan parked his truck in the garage he was sore, tired and horny as fuck. All day long as he worked his way through major storm damage, he’d been replaying each of the three times they’d had sex yesterday. When other guys said they liked women with meat on their bones, he’d thought they were blowing smoke. They couldn’t get the hot chicks so they talked shit like “more cushion for the pushin’.”
How true that was. Plus Vicky was pretty clear about what she wanted. She didn’t expect him to guess only to pout when he got it wrong. She wanted him naked on his knees, touching her just so, faster or slower or harder or gentler. He’d never had a woman tell him to slow down before. Most of the time they just screamed faster, harder like he was some kind of jackhammer.
Lucky he hadn’t cut off a limb today as distracted as he was.
She appeared at the bottom of the stairs from her apartment, wearing one of her jogging suits. “I logged about a hundred calls today. You’re going to be a very busy young man.”
He wrapped his arms around her. Pressing her against the wall so he could get a little of her soft body on his hard dick. “I missed you today.”
“I see, but not now.”
“Now not?”
She pushed him back a step. “You have been working all day. You need a shower and then dinner will be ready.”
“Dinner?” Why not? She’d packed him a lunch this morning before he left. “Don’t you want a little lovin’ first?”
“I want a man who isn’t going to run out of steam ten minutes in because he’s starving.” She trailed her fingertips down his chest. “Go take your shower and I’ll finish getting dinner.”
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He slid his fingers between hers.
“You have?”
“I want to watch you eat potato chips again.”
“Naughty boy.” She started for the house, pulling him along. “I called all the people you had lined up over the next week and negotiated with them to delay their jobs in light of the storm damage.”
“You did?”
“Yes, remember last night we talked about how you were going to have to rearrange your schedule over dinner?”
He remembered franks and beans by lantern and he re
membered licking tomato sauce off her tits, but rearranging his jobs? Must have been in there. She really had incredible tits. He reached for one and she swatted his hand away.
“Shower first, then dinner, then fun. Upstairs, in your bed.”
“What’s wrong with the sofa bed downstairs?” He already knew. Sometime in the middle of the evening last night, between rounds two and three, he’d started to see it for what it was. A shabby hole in the ground not suitable for a woman like Vicky. His bedroom wasn’t going to be much of an improvement.
“There’s a bar across the middle of it that hits me right in the small of my back.” She led him through the door and shooed him toward the stairs.
“My bedroom isn’t that great. Your place is much better.”
“You would know, you decorated it.”
Actually, Lissa decorated it off the Ikea website, but Vicky didn’t need to know that. “So after dinner we’ll retire to your bedroom.”
“After dinner.” She wove through the furniture toward the kitchen. That wasn’t going to be acceptable anymore either.
In the shower, he jerked off so he could go slow enough for her. Afterward, he joined Vicky in the kitchen. She’d cooked steaks and mixed vegetables with some kind of sauce on them. His plate had a baked potato on it.
“I didn’t know if you wanted butter or sour cream on your potato.” She uncapped a beer and put it next to his plate.
“I want you.” He tried to get his arms around her, but she got a chair between them.
“Eat first.”
“I know what I’d like to eat.” He reached for her cooch, but she backed away.
“If you are a good boy and finish all of your vegetables, I’ll let you have dessert.”
Something about that rankled, but sex with Vicky wasn’t going to be like sex with the girls he was used to dating. Vicky had put a complete meal on the table and insisted that he eat before she’d let him have her. She was kind of like a mom, but a mom he liked fucking. He sat down. “I could get used to this.”
She smiled. “Butter or sour cream?”
“Both.”
She put both containers on the table before sitting down herself.
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