by Jayne Rylon
She shivered in his hold.
Then he paused. “You know I haven’t slept with anyone since Michelle either, right? Thirteen years for me. Though I certainly wasn’t a saint before I fell for her.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, I fucked my way through half of Middletown in my younger days.” He grinned.
“Not that. You pig.” She swatted at his bulging arm, laughing where a moment ago she’d been on the verge of panicky tears. “You really haven’t…?”
“Me and my hand have gotten awfully friendly. That’s about the extent of it.” He frowned. “Like I said, I fooled around plenty before I was married. After… Well, it just didn’t seem very appetizing to do it with someone I didn’t love.”
“Plus there were the kids to take care of.” She supplied for him, unsure which of them she referred to. Both, she supposed.
“A business to run. The shelter to think of. Paying bills and a whole lot of tedious shit I’d never had to do before. I was angry at the world, not fit for company anyway. I worked out a lot when I had extra energy. Nothing fancy like the kids do at the gym these days, but I’ve probably done a million pushups in my life.” He scrubbed a hand through his short hair, making the results of his decade of exercise even more noticeable. “Son of a bitch, Willie. I wasn’t that worried. I mean, it’s gotta be like riding a bike, right?”
“That’s what I said!” She giggled, pausing only to kiss him a few more times before things turned serious once more.
“So we’ll go slowly, with training wheels.” He took her hand and led her into the living room. He closed the curtains there too, dimming the sunlight and reminding her of the night they had spent together. “I want you to be comfortable with this. With me. If touching me is what you want, that’s where we’ll start.”
He didn’t hesitate when he peeled his shirt over his head, revealing the washboard abs and defined lines of his arms. She’d seen his bare chest and the muscles rippling in his shoulders plenty before, while he worked around the yard, or tinkered with one of the projects the Hot Rods had at the garage. The sight never failed to impress her.
This time she had his permission to explore with more than her greedy stare.
She approached him cautiously, afraid of overloading her senses.
Without once looking away from her, he took her hands in his and lifted them to his mouth, kissing her knuckles lightly before pressing her palms to his pecs. She kneaded them as she leaned forward for a gentle kiss, loving how his heartbeat quickened against her palm when their lips met and glided across each other.
“You smell good,” he murmured against her mouth when they paused to catch their breath. “Like cinnamon.”
“I baked snickerdoodles while I was babysitting this morning.” She smiled at him. He did have a sweet tooth.
“I would normally pout, seeing as you didn’t bring me any.” He sipped from her lips again, making her eyelids lower despite the powerful pull she felt to fall into his stare. “I’m only hungry for one thing right now, though. I’ve got to taste you soon, Willie.”
She grinned. “Going slow didn’t last long, did it?”
He laughed. “Sorry, I can’t help it that you’re beautiful, tough, and fun to hang around. Being in the same room as you is enough to turn me on. That doesn’t mean we have to rush. Here, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she hummed when he popped the button on his jeans then tugged down the zipper, sighing in relief as he released the pressure on his hard-on.
“Mind if I lose these?” He glanced up at her.
The band of his underwear peeked through the gap in his pants, making her wish she had x-ray vision. She licked her lips. “Take them off, Tommy.”
“Yes, ma’am.” With a single swipe of his hands, he tucked his thumbs into the waist then shed his jeans and the cotton briefs beneath. He kicked them off his bare feet and stood before her, completely nude except for his watch, a leather cuff he sometimes wore on the opposite wrist, and his necklace.
Glorious, he could have been a statue in a fancy art museum, though she’d never seen a masterpiece as enticing as him before. She scanned up from his toned calves to his lightly furred thighs, gasping when her stare landed on his long, thick cock.
Maybe her memory was fuzzy, but she was pretty sure Steven had never looked like that. She whispered, “I’m not sure if I should be impressed, or scared.”
Tom laughed, clearly enjoying the compliment underlying her apprehension.
He tugged her to him, tipping her chin up with one hand so she could see the excitement in his bright blue eyes. “This is what you do to me. A lot of women have tried, but none of them made me consider breaking my cold streak to fool around with them. I think you should be proud of yourself.”
Thinking of things in that way filled her with courage. Made her bold, too.
“Lie down,” she ordered, though it was really more like begging.
He allowed her to maintain her illusion of control. They both knew he could overpower her in an instant if he wanted. Worse, if he wrested control from her, she would probably surrender to his assertiveness and enjoy every second. This one time, it helped to feel as if she was running the show.
So he did as she commanded.
He shrugged then climbed onto the sofa, reclining with one arm behind his head, propping himself up enough to keep watching her as she knelt beside him.
A long leg stretched the length of the couch, his bare foot sticking out over the end while his other one stayed planted on the ground, his toes curling into the carpet. She couldn’t help herself. Reaching to the right, she encircled as much of his ankle as she could with her fingers, massaging the joint before gliding up to his knee, then along his quad to his narrow hip.
“I want to learn all of you like this.” She hummed in appreciation as her other hand traveled from his shoulder to his ribs. They both laughed when he flinched at a ticklish spot. It might not have been suave or seductive, but each time she tested his flesh with the palm of her hand on some part of him—belly, neck, flank—he arched toward her touch.
Of course she kept getting distracted by his lush mouth, returning to sample his kisses over and over in between petting his magnificent body. When she traced the single tattoo he had, an armband on his right biceps that showcased the Hot Rods logo in the center, he sighed. “Yeah, the kids talked me into trying it. I never got hooked on it like them, though. One is enough for me.”
“I like it.” She smiled then pressed a quick kiss over the symbol. “It’s fitting that Hot Rods is part of you, permanently. This place and the kids you raised. You have no idea how much I admire you. How strong you are to have gone on like you did.”
“You survived too, Willie.”
“Not as well as you.” She refused to let her sadness seep into this moment, instead returning to her handiwork.
When she swept up to his shoulder then along his collarbone, her finger snagged on the chain he always kept around his neck.
“Ah, shit.” He groaned. “Sorry. I don’t even think about it being there anymore. Do you want me to take that off? You know, when we’re like this. Or even always. If it bothers you—”
“No.” Willie patted the wedding ring he’d kept close to his heart all these years. “You have it exactly right. It’s simply part of you. I don’t expect you to deny the past because you and I have this thing going on now. Or to make me forget what I’ve gone through before finding you. Our hearts are big enough for both, don’t you think?”
She’d never had a wedding ring; they’d been too poor for that. If she had, she likely would have done the same. In any case, her soul still remembered the promises she’d made to Steven—and fulfilled, until death had they parted—though she had plenty of love left over to shower on Tom. Desire too, apparently.
“Yours certainly is.” He wrapped his fingers carefully around the back of her neck, urging her closer so he could t
aste her again. “I’m not trying to replace Steven, honey. I only want to give you what I can in addition.”
“It looks like that’s a hell of a lot.” She peeked down at the shaft lying heavy on his abdomen then back up at him, hoping to break the tension.
This should be fun, about pleasure only, none of the heartbreak they’d both suffered enough of already.
“Why don’t you find out?” His brows rose hopefully as he clasped her hand and guided it down his center inch by inch. “I’m a patient man, but even I have limits. Would you mind checking me out a little farther south?”
“I didn’t mean to tease you.” It simply was impossible not to be in awe of every inch of him as she read each dip and curve of his chest, abs, and even his belly button, like Braille that spelled S-E-X-Y.
“It’s okay. It’s a sweet torture.” He leveled a smoking-hot stare at her. “It’s just that I’m weaker than I’d like to be with you so close to making my dreams come true.”
“You’ve imagined this?” she asked, a hint of coyness in her tone.
“God, yes,” he groaned. “A million times. I’m not going to lie, Willie. I’ve jacked off to thoughts of you so often it’s a wonder I don’t have calluses on my dick.”
Why did that thought turn her on? If only she could have seen him!
“In your fantasy, what did I do to you?” she wondered.
“You were baking in the kitchen with only your apron on,” he groaned. “I was lying here watching TV and checking out your ass.”
Willie couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing. “You really are a man, you know that?”
“I thought it was obvious.” He stared at his cock and her fingers, which lingered close enough to brush the flared head if he so much as sneezed. “When you came to deliver me some treats, you realized I was hard for you. Just like this.”
“What did I do about it?” she asked.
“You came over here, and knelt, exactly as you are now, then took me in your hand.” As he spoke, he curled the fingers of her left hand around his shaft.
They gasped in unison.
He was so firm and hot in her clutch.
“Son of a bitch!” Tom threw his head back. “Your skin is so soft on me. Nothing like my fist when I stroked myself as I imagined you cupping my balls in your other hand.”
She improvised, not only slipping her right hand between his thighs to weigh his heavy testicles, but also leaning in so her breath washed over the head of his ultra-stiff erection. Guessing where his imagination had taken this scenario, she began to pump him lightly as she kissed and licked his flat abdomen beside his hard-on.
It might have been new for her, but she found she loved drawing out their encounter and having him longing for her attention.
“You can hold me tighter, Willie.” He demonstrated the perfect amount of pressure for him by covering her hand and tightening her grip on his cock. When she reached the top of her next stroke, a drop of pre-come trickled from the slit there, tempting her to lick it.
Having him stretched out before her, under the spell of the arousal she kindled in him, while she was still fully clothed and entirely in control did a lot to ease her nerves. There was no way she could deny that he needed her every bit as much as she’d come to need him.
Strong, yet utterly vulnerable, he showed her that it might be safe for her to follow suit. She rewarded his bravery by rolling his sac in her palm while increasing the pace of her stroking on his cock. The veins there stood out in relief, making the textured surface even more interesting to feel and study.
“When you look at me like that, I could come in seconds.”
“I’d like to see that.” A tiny smile flickered at the edges of her mouth when he groaned and jerked in her hold, making her fairly certain she would get her wish sooner rather than later.
His chest rose and fell now with his labored breathing.
Knowing she could affect him so intensely empowered her.
Willie tested out different ways of clutching him, rippling her fingers along his shaft when he cried out and cursed in response to her experimentation. She pumped him faster, then slower, then faster again, finding the pattern that made him plump in her fist.
When his hand buried in her hair and he urged her to lean over him, she knew he was beyond speaking. He’d gone to a place where actions communicated far more in any case.
She obliged him by nuzzling his balls and the base of his shaft before allowing her tongue to sneak out and lick him tentatively.
He groaned so loudly at the contact that she flinched, removing her mouth from him temporarily. The reassuring smile she thought he attempted looked more like a grimace of pain.
“Too much?” she asked. Hypersensitive after years of disuse, she could relate.
Even the soft lace of her bra rasped against her pebbled nipples right then.
For the first time, she couldn’t wait for their roles to be reversed. Not a hint of trepidation remained. It was going to be spectacular when he finally fucked her.
“Not enough.” He shook his head as he responded through clenched teeth. “Won’t take a hell of a lot more, Willie. I want to come for you. Show you what you do to me.”
That was fine by her.
She returned to where her fingers met his cock and rubbed her parted lips across the section of his shaft that protruded from her grip. Nibbling her way upward, she gave in to her wild urges and sampled the droplet of pearly fluid at his tip.
Tom groaned and called her name.
The ragged way he said it clued her in. If she didn’t hurry, she’d be waiting to taste him until next time they played like this. Suddenly, she didn’t want to delay any longer.
Willie took an inch or two of his length into her mouth while continuing the circuit of her left hand and the gentle massage of her right one. Her confidence soared when Tom grunted and lifted his hips from the couch, feeding more of himself to her.
The pressure of his head against her tongue made her choke a little. Still, she followed when he tried to retreat, giving her space to adjust. That wasn’t what she wanted anymore.
Syncing the motion of her hand and mouth, she sucked his tip while her fingers worked at the root of his dick. It seemed he had plenty for both. Certain now, she realized Steven had never posed that much of a challenge to her gag reflex.
When she swallowed, flexing her tongue and cheeks around Tom, he shouted her name. His balls drew tight in her other hand. It might have been two decades since she’d made a man come, but she knew the warning signs pointed to Tom’s impending explosion.
Willie hoped he wouldn’t mind when she lifted off his steely erection as the first jet of semen shot from his balls. She wanted to watch. To see him unravel. The force of his orgasm was undeniable validation that she’d done a good job of pleasing her man.
Shocks of sympathy ecstasy lit up her nerve endings as she saw him shudder. He released a flood of come in a half dozen lines that slashed across his torso, nearly to his neck. All the while, she continued to pump, drawing more and more seed from him as he quaked and shouted in her hold.
When the blasts began to subside, she switched her grip so that her right hand still cupped his spent cock. Then she leaned to her left and sat up, her ass leaving her heels so she could observe the dazed bliss in his eyes, before laying her lips gently over his.
Tom kissed her endlessly as she brought him down from the impressive peak, eventually breaking the silky glides of their mouths to murmur repeated praise and thanks that inflated her self-confidence to roughly the size of the Partymobile bus the Hot Rods had built to take them all to Bare Natural for their destination weddings.
When he was able to open his eyes again and meet her stare, she relinquished her hold on his softening dick to rub the proof of his pleasure into his skin.
“Fuck, yes.” He watched her fingers glide through the mess they’d made together. “See, nothing to it. Are you sure you aren’t a pro?”
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p; She smacked his belly then, making him grunt as satisfied laughter rang around them.
So it caught her off guard when he launched himself from the couch and tackled her to the floor, cradling her head so she landed softly in his sheltering arms. If she thought she’d tamed the beast in him, she’d been wrong. Knowing he’d allow her such liberty thrilled her. Witnessing the primal lust in his gaze as he studied her so intently made everything that had been dormant inside her roar to life.
“Tommy?” she whispered.
“Don’t act shy and timid now.” He growled against her neck as he sucked hard, probably leaving a mark. “I’ve seen the real you, and I loved it. Give me that woman. Now.”
Who was she to argue?
It felt so amazing to let the sensual side of her out after years of captivity.
This time when her mouth collided with Tom’s, she met him for thrust after thrust of his tongue. Their teeth clicked together more than once. She didn’t retreat, instead redoubling her efforts to consume him.
Tom grinned down at her for a moment then put his hands around her waist.
Before she realized what was happening, he’d lifted her, spun them, and flipped their positions. She sat on the couch with her thighs perched on his shoulders. He shoved the skirt of her sundress up then hummed as he buried his head between her legs and breathed deep, savoring the scent of her arousal.
He hauled her ass to the edge of the sofa then yanked her panties to the side before admiring the ladyscaping she’d done the night before. With a hum of approval, he fit his mouth to her pussy and began to drive her insane.
Pleasuring him had aroused her beyond belief and the deft flicks of his tongue over her clit, married with the prodding of his big fingers at the entrance of her body, made her sure that this was not going to be a prolonged experience.
Thank God.
Twenty-one years was long enough to wait for a spectacular orgasm at the hands of a man like him. Though, frankly, he was worth the wait. So was the ecstasy he began to deliver.
The tip of one finger penetrated her. It began to drill into her, working her open with short jabs that quickly became fluid glides as she soaked his hand with her natural lubrication. She shrieked, rubbing her fingers through his short hair as she pressed his face closer to her core.