Wreck Me: An Older Man, Younger Woman Standalone Romance

by Lane Hart

  His eyes, that I now know are a beautiful light green, never even glanced in their direction.

  “You wear them to make men crazy?” he asks dryly.

  “No, not men. Just you,” I reply honestly, gripping the wooden rail behind me to keep my hands off him. I want him to make the first move, otherwise I’m afraid I could end up getting rejected.

  “You wear them just for me?” he asks, moving closer to me, so close I can feel his warm breath on my cheek.

  “Yes,” I answer softly, afraid of his response.

  “You shouldn’t,” he says.

  “The other girls wear bikinis just like mine,” I point out.

  “I didn’t notice what anyone else was wearing because I couldn’t take my eyes off of you,” he replies, and I believe him.

  Before I can say anything else, he grabs my face between his palms and kisses me. It doesn’t start off slow either; it goes straight to hot and eager. His tongue invades my mouth as he tilts my head to the side, putting me where he wants me.

  As soon as the shock wears off at his sudden aggressiveness, I let go of the railing behind me and reach for his waist to pull him flush against me. We both moan into each other’s mouths at the first brush of his hard bulge against my stomach. Our kiss deepens further, like we’re both trying to climb inside each other.

  When I lift my thigh up onto his hip so he can grind on me harder against the rail, he lets go of my face to grasp my ass, holding my leg to him. My hands wander over his bare back, exploring his tight muscles while I grow desperate to take this to a bed. I want to feel all of him on top of me, to try and replace hazy, unwanted memories with good ones of my own choosing.

  “I want you,” I whisper against his lips, hinting that we should go inside.

  It’s like my words break our spell because he jerks clear away from me.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t…”

  “Why not?” I ask, taking a step toward him to close the distance again. “You obviously want me too.” I bite my lip, remembering how hard and long his cock felt pressing into me.

  “No. I’m too old for you and you’re Sara’s friend.”

  “So?” I ask in confusion. “Neither of those things matter to me.”

  Moving closer, I reach for the button on his cargo shorts and pop it open. “You wanted me last night and this morning.” I pull his zipper down slowly over his bulge. “You said you can’t sleep because of me.” With a tug of the sides of his shorts, I jerk them and his underwear down far enough for his cock to bob free. “Now let me do something about that,” I say, while looking at his thick shaft that’s swollen and needy. He’s so big and aroused that it makes my mouth water.

  I go down to my knees on the wooden deck, but before I can touch him, he grabs a handful of the back of my hair to stop me.

  “Wait,” he orders.

  Tugging on my hair, he forces me to crawl on my hands and knees behind him to the corner of the deck, where the moon doesn’t reach and it’s bathed in shadows. He doesn’t let up on his tight grip of my hair until my back is to the rails with him standing in front of me. If one of the girls were to wake up and walk out, it would just look like he’s gazing out into the night rather than getting a blowjob from me.

  I think it’s hot how he manhandled me, putting me where he wanted me.

  “Now can I please suck your cock?” I look up at him and ask quietly, his dick hanging right in front of my face. God, I want to taste him, but I await his specific instruction, showing him that he’s in control.

  Rather than respond with words, he takes himself in his hand, and my jaw in the other, and forces his way past my parted lips. I moan around his thickness at the first taste of him, clean and masculine with a hint of saltiness from his enthusiastic little leak.

  “Fuck,” he groans above me when his hips thrust forward, seeking more contact with my warm wet mouth.

  He’s a big mouthful, but I don’t have much of a gag reflex, so I lean forward and take him all the way to the root, making my eyes water. Mr. Harrington curses and grunts in surprise as I pull back and apply suction, slurping and sucking on his dick like it’s the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. At his tip, I lick around his head to tease him before I dive back down, taking him into my throat.

  …

  Brody

  I haven’t had my dick sucked in so long that I had forgotten how good it felt. Riley’s mouth is amazing and fuck, she’s enthusiastic. I know this won’t last long, but I need to come so bad I don’t even care. Nothing else matters except chasing my release right down her greedy throat.

  “I’m coming,” I warn her just before the bolt of pleasure shoots down my spine and grabs me by my balls. I try to be a gentleman and pull out but Riley knocks my hands away and takes everything I give her.

  Before I can even feel guilty for the way I just used her mouth to get off, she stands up and tells me, “I’m so wet for you.”

  Reaching for my hand, she places it between her legs to show me. Through her cotton shorts and panties, I can feel the heat of her wetness.

  “You’re not wet enough to take me yet,” I tell her as I cup her pussy. “Go to your room, get naked, and lean over on the bed to wait for me.”

  While my cock isn’t ready to go again right at this moment, it will be soon and I want her, despite trying to talk myself out of it. I plan to pleasure Riley and make her feel just as good as what she gave me until my dick decides to join the party again. Oddly enough, I’m sort of hoping it takes a while.

  “Hurry,” Riley says. And with a scrape of her fingertips down my stomach, she goes back inside.

  I stay behind long enough to tuck my dick into my boxer briefs and shorts again before I follow her.

  The house is thankfully quiet on the way to the guest bedroom Riley has been staying in. The reminder that there are three other girls sleeping on this floor, including my daughter, should be enough to deter me from what I’m about to do.

  It doesn’t.

  I slip inside the bedroom and find Riley just as I requested, beautifully naked in the glow of the bedside lamps. Her palms are flat on top of the ruffled covers, the ass I’ve been dreaming of raised in the air, waiting just for me.

  After I remove all of my clothes, I go to her. Without giving her any warning, I drop to my knees behind her and bury my nose in her ass to tongue her pussy, making her entire body tremble.

  “Oh shit!” she exclaims, threatening to wake up the whole damn house and end this before it even starts. There’s no way that can happen, as bad as I want to finally get inside of her.

  Removing my mouth from her, I slap her ass cheek and tell her, “Quiet. Not another sound or I’ll stop.”

  Stretching up to the head of the bed, Riley grabs a pillow and then pulls it to her, burying her face in it as if saying to me, I took care of it, now get back to work.

  I get back to work.

  Gripping the backs of her thighs, I spread them wider to lick my way up her slit and back down again, tasting her sweet honey. I even tease my tongue around her ass. Not able to get to her like I want, I turn around, putting my back to the side of the bed to have better access. I grab the front of her thighs to bring her pussy right down on my face to get my fill of her taste.

  Riley’s muffled moans and cries of pleasure can still be heard but I don’t think they’re loud enough to carry through the walls so I don’t stop again. I’m not sure I could if I had to at this point. I plan to keep my mouth on her until her arousal floods my face so good that I’ll still taste her in my beard tomorrow.

  While I may be out of practice, I haven’t forgotten how to eat a woman’s pussy to drive her fucking crazy. I flick the tip of my tongue rapidly over her clit at the same time I plunge my fingers inside her clenching pussy. Riley comes for me twice, and even though I could keep this up all night, my cock is hard and aching again, needing to be inside of her.

  So, after the second time her body stops shuddering
above me, I grab her by her hips and pull her off the bed and down onto my lap. Her legs are so weak that she moves easily, straddling me so that our naked bodies line up perfectly, almost as if God made us to fit together like two perfect puzzle pieces. Winding her arms around my neck tightly, Riley kisses me while trying to work her pussy down onto my cock.

  “Please fuck me, Daddy,” she whispers against my lips, making my cock twitch and thicken even more, ready and eager to accommodate her.

  “Don’t call me that,” I warn her, not liking the reminder that I’m old enough to be her father. That I am a father and she’s my daughter’s friend. But then, when I think about it, I’m pretty sure I’ve never heard Riley say my first name.

  Grabbing her face to make her lust-filled blue eyes focus on mine, I ask her, “Do you even know my name?”

  Smiling lazily from being fuck drunk, she says, “Mr. Harrington.”

  “My first one?” I clarify.

  She bites down on her bottom lip, refusing to answer me.

  “You don’t know my name, do you, you little slut?” I ask, letting her face go to fill my hands with both of her breasts. I can’t resist leaning down to lick one of her rosy, beaded nipples. “You walk around in that fucking thong, teasing me with your ass and tits, driving me insane until I break and fuck you, but you don’t know my name.”

  While I’m sucking on her titty, Riley works herself back and forth on the head of my cock, making me groan before she leans down and whispers in my ear, “I am a dirty little slut. Punish me. Fuck me. Tell me what name you want me to scream for you, and I will.”

  God, I love her naughty mouth and all the incredible things she can do with it.

  I drive my hips upward, filling her tight, dripping wet pussy with one thrust.

  “Ohh-” Riley starts to cry out but I cover her mouth with mine as we begin to find a rhythm together.

  She feels so damn good, even better than I imagined. The sexy temptress bounces her beautiful body on my cock while I keep thrusting upward. When she doesn’t go fast enough, I squeeze her hips and slam her down hard, over and over again.

  The two of us are a hot, sweaty tangle of arms and legs wrapped around each other until we’re impossibly close. Her pussy grips me in the most perfect vice, so slippery and hot, heaven on earth.

  Riley throws her head back and starts moaning. Loudly.

  “Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder! Ohhh!”

  I pull her mouth to mine again, kissing her, while at the same time, I spank her ass for being far too loud.

  The truth is, I like hearing her cries, letting me know how good I feel deep inside of her, but I can’t afford for one of the other girls to hear us and ruin this.

  “Are you close?” I pull my lips away to ask, shoving my thumb into her mouth to give her something to suck on instead of screaming while I keep driving into her.

  She nods adamantly while moaning and apply the same suction to my thumb as she did my dick earlier. It’s so good my eyes nearly roll back into my head. But right now, this is about getting her there again, not me yet.

  “Beg me to let you come on my cock,” I tell her before I remove my wet thumb so she can speak.

  Leaning forward while she keeps riding me, she presses her full breasts against my chest to kiss on my ear while whispering into it. “Please…please, let me come on your big dick.”

  Fuck, I’ve never had a woman talk to me like that, and it turns me on more than anything I’ve ever heard. Riley is so different from the other women I’ve been with. Her body is by far the most spectacular one I’ve ever seen, and no one has ever sucked my dick in public, or given me a window strip tease before.

  I kiss her to slow down how fast she’s riding me so that my fingertips can find her clit. I tease her swollen nub until she comes, moaning into my mouth and squeezing my cock so hard I barely hold off. But this is too good to be over just yet.

  Riley gets lazy after her orgasm, so when she’s no longer fucking me fast enough, I pull myself up from the floor with her in my arms and turn around to toss her onto the bed. She lands on her back with a bounce that jiggles her tits, then she watches me with a half-smile, waiting to see what I want her to do…or what I’ll do to her.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” I order. When she rolls over and gets in position, I crawl up on the mattress behind her. Squeezing both of her hips in my hands, I pull them back at the same time I slam inside her from behind.

  She starts to cry out but stifles it by clamping her mouth down on her forearm like a good girl.

  …

  Riley

  I gasp each and every time Mr. Harrington slams inside me, unable to do anything else because my arms and legs have turned to jelly. And I really need to find out his first name now that he’s fucking me like a wild animal, his balls slapping my ass with each hard thrust. Damn. I knew he was hot, but I had no idea he would fuck like this. I took him for the slow and gentle, make love type of guy. Boy, was I wrong, but I like it anyway.

  Leaning over me, his chest pressed to my back, nearly flattening me to the bed, he tells me between strokes, “This is what you do to me. Only you,” as if he’s reading my mind.

  And if that’s true, then I like that it’s only me who makes him want to fuck this hard and fast. My teeth are definitely gonna leave marks in my arm from biting down to keep from screaming aloud. It’s that fucking good. Either I’ll have to tell the girls that a small shark bit me, or wear long sleeves.

  He slaps my ass hard and then grabs the back of my hair, turning my head to the side so my mouth is no longer covered.

  “That was for the thong.” Smack. “That was for making me so hard all day and night.” Smack. Smack. Smack. “That’s for being such a dirty little slut. Dammit, I had to be inside your pussy so bad I forgot the fucking condom.”

  Shit. I didn’t even think about a condom either. No wonder he feels better inside me than any other man. There’s nothing between his flesh and mine. I clamp my slick walls down on his slick cock, making him curse above me. Fuck, that feels good.

  His mouth finds my neck and covers it in hot, wet kisses.

  “Can I come inside you, sweetheart? Tell me it’s okay,” he begs urgently. He pounds inside me so hard that while we have started out in the middle of the bed, we’re now almost to the headboard. With my weak limbs and his weight on top of me, I’m no longer on my hands and knees but have ended up flat on my stomach with him riding me.

  “Riley?” he asks, his voice sounding pained.

  He wants to come bad, unable to hold off much longer, and I want him to do it inside me.

  “Yes, it’s okay,” I finally answer his question with a nod since I’ve been tested several times and I’ve been on the birth control shot ever since the “incident.”

  When he slips his hand between me and the mattress, it’s like he somehow knows exactly what I like and what I need. His magical fingers find my clit again with precision, making me moan and buck underneath him.

  “Give it to me,” he orders through gritted teeth while he plays with me with one hand and pulls my hair with the other. “Milk my cock with your sweet pussy.”

  “Oh, God,” I gasp as I shatter apart for him, yet again.

  His hot, thick release comes right behind me in gushing waves that are in sync with my own. He slams inside me two more times before his body shudders and then stills above me.

  With the softening of his cock, everything changes.

  I can tell just by the sudden tension and silence in the room, other than our labored breathing. The musty stench of sweat and sex in the air is nearly suffocating, a blatant reminder of how we both thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. But now it’s over.

  One of two things is about to happen. He’ll stick around and cuddle with me, just because he thinks it’s required to convince me to do this again, or he’ll bail on me right away, ignore me for the rest of the week, and pretend we didn’t have sex so hot it burned up the sheets. Please don’t let it be the
second one.

  “No one needs to know about…this,” he finally says. “I’ll deny it if I have to.”

  His words are like frigid water poured down my spine, turning what we just did into something shameful, like he already regrets it and doesn’t trust me to keep my mouth shut.

  “Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on telling Sara how good of a fuck her dad is,” I reply tersely when my eyes begin to sting.

  “Good, and I can assure you that this won’t happen again,” he says before he pulls his cock out of me and climbs off the bed to redress. He doesn’t say another word before I hear the bedroom door open and close again with his departure, not a moment later.

  Wow.

  Absolutely amazing sex followed by one of the most awkward and hurtful post-coital conversations ever.

  What did I think would happen? That I could be more to a man than a good time? That just because the sex was hot, I’m worth more than a single-use?

  I’ve never felt wanted for anything other than what my body can offer. It’s the only thing I’m good at, but maybe that’s not even true. By the time he made a mess inside of me, he had already decided that he doesn’t even want me again.

  Chapter Six

  Brody

  I’m a pussy for leaving the house early this morning and heading to the studio, even though I closed it this week to spend time with Sara. There’s some work I probably need to catch up on, mail orders or whatever, but mostly I’m hiding. Hiding from what I did last night.

  Was the sex good?

  Hell yes. Good doesn’t even begin to describe how incredible it was.

  Was I a complete and total asshole?

  Fuck yes. Not only was I way too rough with Riley, something I’ve never been with a woman, but I took my self-loathing out on her as soon as it was over. I blamed her for tempting me, turning me into a depraved animal. And that was wrong. It wasn’t her fault that I was so goddamn horny that I practically attacked her.