BumpnGrind

by Sam Cheever

  Now that just pissed her off. “You said it yourself, Dave, you’ve been in love with me for ten years. You’re what, fifty-five?”

  “That’s different of course.”

  She was shaking again, but this time it was from a healthy anger. “It is? Different how exactly?”

  “It’s perfectly acceptable for a man to be with a younger woman, Felicia. You know that. I know it doesn’t seem fair…”

  “No, Dave, it doesn’t seem fair because it’s not!”

  “But that’s the way it is, sweetheart. Fair or not.”

  “Well, then we’ll just have to create new norms, won’t we?” Felicia hung up the phone. She was so angry she could barely breathe. It was so unfair.

  Men had been linking up with younger women since the beginning of time, in some cases even ridiculously young women. Society had never looked askance at it. But let a slightly older woman—a woman still in the prime of her life—even look at a sexy younger man and all hell broke loose.

  It was unfair.

  No! It was more than unfair. It was unacceptable!

  It had to change and she was just the woman to change it.

  Felicia had always liked causes. This felt like a cause that needed to be championed.

  She headed for the shower.

  Now if she could just safeguard her heart in the process.

  Chapter Four

  “Is there something wrong with your dinner?”

  Garrett looked up, surprised. He’d been playing with his food. Shrugging, he put his fork down. “Sorry, I’m not very hungry. I’ve had a rough day.”

  He took her hand, drawing it to his lips. “How about I make us dessert at my place…later?”

  “Only if you promise there will be chocolate involved.”

  Garrett laughed. “I think I can whip up something involving chocolate.”

  Felicia stood up, grabbing her purse off her chair. “Then let’s go. I’ve got a hankerin’ for chocolate…and other things.”

  Garrett followed her out the door. She seemed different somehow. She’d been very chatty and upbeat all evening, and rather than skulking around looking guilty she was holding her head high and looking people right in the eye.

  He liked the new Felicia. She seemed so much more relaxed and happy.

  Garrett handed Felicia into the passenger side of his car and walked around to the driver’s side. He gave the valet a five-dollar bill and thanked him.

  The valet grinned. “No worries, sir. I’d drive this beauty for free.” The young man looked at Felicia and winked.

  Garrett hoped the guy was talking about his new Jeep rather than Felicia. Or he might have to teach him some manners.

  He was shocked when Felicia threw back her head and gave the young man a throaty laugh. Something had definitely changed since the last time he’d seen her. He needed to find out what it was.

  * * * * *

  Felicia watched Garrett closely as he drove. He hadn’t been quite himself all evening. He’d been quiet and sort of withdrawn.

  It was really starting to worry her.

  She bit her bottom lip and looked away, staring at the lights of the city as they flashed by. Maybe he’d changed his mind about her. Maybe he’d just realized how much older she was.

  Tears stung her eyes and she blinked rapidly to get rid of them.

  But then Garrett reached over and grabbed her hand, kissing the back of it before smiling at her. “I’m really looking forward to dessert.” He waggled his eyebrows at her like a lech from an old black-and-white movie.

  Giggling, Felicia reminded him, “You promised me chocolate.”

  He nodded and sucked one of her fingers into his mouth. “I always keep my promises.”

  Felicia’s eyes fluttered closed as he pulled the finger into his hot mouth, his tongue bathing the sensitive tip in a sensuous slide. Her head fell back as a wave of pure lust enveloped her. “That’s good,” she managed after clearing her throat twice. “See that you do.”

  Her voice grated away as her throat closed up, and another finger found its way between his sexy lips.

  * * * * *

  “I don’t care what you do to my club, man. Garrett is my most popular dancer. If I let him go I might as well shut down anyway.” Bruno Hench glared across the room, his deep-set black eyes sparking with temper. His gaze encompassed the space where a very timid cleaning crew was sweeping the floor and wiping down tables.

  A couple of the Mexican illegals stopped working and glanced toward the door, ready to make a run for it.

  Bruno was oblivious. The voice on the other end of the phone was cultured, sure of itself, and spoke in legalese that made his mouth go dry. But ex-Marines don’t scare easy. And Bruno was Italian to boot.

  “You can just go fuck yourself, buddy. I’m not firing my best dancer just because you couldn’t hold your own in a tussle. It sounds like all he hurt was your pride, anyway. Losin’ my business is too steep a price to pay for your stupid pride. Next time pick on somebody your own age!” Bruno slammed the phone down and walked back to the bar.

  He retrieved his pad and pen. He decided he’d give his Uncle Guido a call if this lawyer guy tried to muscle him about Garrett.

  Nobody wanted to get on Guido’s bad side. Uncle Guido liked to play Italian mafioso whenever somebody tried to strong-arm him or one of his clients. “You wanna swim wid da fishes?” was his favorite line. Bruno smiled to himself and returned to his inventory.

  * * * * *

  Felicia sighed as Garrett’s lips feathered down her throat and into the channel between her breasts. She laid her head back on the couch and slid a hand under his shirt, scratching her nails gently across his flesh as he undid her blouse and pulled it back to expose the sexy silk and lace demi-bra she wore.

  His tongue slid across the tops of both breasts, dipping beneath the lacy edge of her bra to tantalize her already rigid nipples. One hand slid down her hip and found the hem of her skirt.

  It didn’t take him long to locate the panties that matched the sexy bra.

  He slid his warm fingers across her panties and over her clit, caressing it through the damp silk. She sighed and went limp, seeming to give herself over completely to the pleasure he was creating. He nudged her knees apart and settled between them, kneeling on the floor in front of the couch.

  Her skin was pale, flawless, and so exquisitely soft. The muscles in her thighs flexed as he slid the silk of her panties aside to glide a finger into her warmth. She gasped with obvious pleasure, her mouth coming open and her tongue sweeping across her lips as if she were hungry.

  Garrett was hungry too. He reached for the sides of the flimsy panties and pulled them over her thighs and calves, kissing a trail down to her soft, white feet as he went. The panties came off and Garrett lifted a foot to his mouth.

  Felicia’s eyes popped open as she felt the warm wetness of his mouth enveloping her big toe. She giggled self-consciously.

  He grinned. “Tickle?”

  She watched as his tongue made a sensuous trail across her instep, causing her to shiver in unrestrained lust. Then he nibbled her arch and she came up off the couch, arching her back with pleasure.

  Garrett settled her foot into his groin and pulled off his shirt.

  Felicia pressed the hard ridge of flesh beneath the zipper of his jeans. He stood up and pulled her off the couch. “Let’s get more comfortable.”

  She allowed herself to be led into his bedroom, which, like the rest of his home, was decorated in a stark, masculine style that was understated and classy.

  The king-sized bed was covered in a black-and-tan comforter with oversized pillows. He pulled the comforter back and turned to her, peeling off her blouse and bra.

  Felicia reached for the zipper of his jeans and slid it carefully down. She giggled as the Road Runner peeked out at her.

  Garrett laughed. “I knew how much you liked him.”

  “I’ll never look at Saturday morning cartoons the same way a
gain.”

  Garrett slid the short zipper of her skirt down and let it fall to the floor, leaving her naked before him. Felicia fought the urge to cover herself as his heated gaze moved over her.

  He examined her with an intensity that made her palms sweat, his bright blue gaze sliding hungrily over her. Felicia had a sudden urge to dive under the covers.

  Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he lifted a hand and reached toward her. His touch was featherlight, only the barest tip of one finger. He touched her lips—oh so softly—and then moved downward, feathering a skin-tingling trail over her chin, down her throat and into the valley between her breasts.

  There, he laid his palm over her heart and slid it, fingers loose and gently cupped, over each breast in turn, before moving down her belly toward the vee of her thighs.

  Felicia stopped breathing. She closed her eyes and prayed that he wouldn’t notice the telltale stretch marks or be repulsed by the soft roundness of her belly.

  But when his gentle touch found the soft curls at the vee of her legs, all thinking stopped.

  The finger slid inside and Felicia gasped.

  Garrett had never seen such a beautiful sight as the woman standing vulnerable and trembling before him. He didn’t care about the flaws he knew were probably there. He only saw the beauty he knew she didn’t appreciate.

  The soft, creamy skin, the gentle rounding at breasts, hips, and belly that differentiated the female form from the male form. The rounded edges versus the hard angles made him rigid and eager to bury himself in her moist heat.

  He’d dated prodigiously since becoming old enough to date. He was twenty-seven years old and he thought he understood women pretty well. He knew that women tended to obsess about their perceived faults and completely miss the things that made them beautiful.

  Young women starved themselves to get rid of the things that made them look like women. Much to their chagrin, older women were unable to rid themselves of the soft curves nature wanted them to have.

  Garrett agreed with nature. Women should be soft and curvy.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he told the woman standing before him.

  She closed her eyes, sighing as he touched her.

  His voice was filled with reverence. It was soft and husky with need.

  Felicia took a breath for the first time in what felt like hours. She shook her head and opened her mouth, feeling the irrational need to point out her flaws. She didn’t want him acting under some misconception of her. That would be too hard to live up to.

  He stopped her with a finger on her lips. “Yes. You are beautiful. Every last inch of you.” He replaced the finger with his lips.

  Felicia started to believe.

  She started to believe that what they were trying to do was possible.

  She started to believe she had something to offer the young, gorgeous man who was wrapped around her at that moment.

  She started to believe that she maybe she was beautiful.

  Garrett lowered her to the bed and covered her body with his own. His kisses were intense, filled with need. Felicia was drawn into his intensity as lust stabbed through her, turning her stomach to jelly and making her thighs quiver with need.

  Garrett’s tongue tangled with hers, swept hungrily across her lips, and then slid down to lap gently at her throat. Felicia moaned and reached for his jeans, trying to tug them off. He chuckled, pulling back. “Not just yet, Lissy. I promised you chocolate.”

  Felicia sat up, leaning on her elbows. She gave him a questioning look. “What are you up to?”

  Garrett just laughed and left the room.

  Felicia heard the microwave door slam and a series of beeps. He padded into the room a few moments later, holding a brown plastic bottle in a towel. He set it down on the bedside table and removed his jeans. Then he stripped off the Road Runner and he was standing before her wearing only a wide grin.

  He was perfect. Wide shoulders tapered to a narrow waist and met narrow hips which flowed into long, muscular legs. The dark-gold hair on his chest matched the triangle of golden curls around his cock.

  His beautiful long, hard cock. Felicia licked her lips.

  “Lie back while I serve dessert.”

  Garrett shook the bottle and opened the nozzle, squirting a bit onto one finger to test the temperature. Felicia watched as he climbed onto the bed and knelt over her. He leaned down and captured her lips in a tender, emotionally charged kiss before sitting back on his heels again.

  Felicia tried not to stare at the heavy package bouncing around in front of her, but it was too big a temptation. She was distracted when something thick and warm was drizzled over first one nipple and then the other.

  Garrett leaned over her and swiped some of the chocolate off the first nipple, then pulled it between his lips and sucked it gently. “Mmmm. Just like an ice-cream sundae.”

  Felicia whimpered.

  Next, the warm chocolate sauce was drizzled down her stomach. She lost her mind when his tongue followed the chocolate trail down, stopping just above the patch of soft, brown curls between her legs.

  The chocolate found her thighs and she gasped. Garrett squeezed a large dollop on her knee and sucked there for a long moment.

  Felicia had never had her knee sucked. Her giggles quickly turned to gasps of delight as the chocolate found her moist entrance.

  Garrett removed it with several strong laps of his talented tongue and then pulled her pulsing clit into his mouth. He gave it several hard sucks that sent her roaring over that delicious edge into full-blown orgasm.

  She bucked against his mouth, moaning loudly, with her toes curled up tight. Her fingers were tangled in his hair and, as her climax softened into gentle waves of pleasure, she gave him a tug to urge him upward.

  Garrett rolled a condom over his cock and settled between her thighs, claiming her lips in a hungry kiss. Felicia tasted her own juices on his lips, along with the sweet, dark taste of chocolate and his natural masculine scent.

  Garrett drove into her, making her gasp in delight. He nibbled on her throat as she arched to send him more deeply into her body. He reached under her buttocks and held her as he thrust hard and deep into her welcoming core.

  Felicia wrapped her legs around his waist and held on, feeling every touch and every stroke as if for the first time.

  It was like her body hadn’t recognized a lover until it found Garrett.

  He drove them harder and faster until there was only one place to go for either of them. They crested that peak together, reveling in the sensual wave that swept them over the edge.

  Felicia screamed as she climaxed, her muscles going rigid with pleasure. Her body throbbed around his driving flesh, demanding that he follow her over. He finally gave in with a groan, plunging even more deeply into her as his head rolled back on a groan of exquisite pleasure.

  Garrett dropped onto his elbows and nuzzled the tender spot where her throat met her shoulder, licking the throbbing pulse there in lazy, satisfied swirls.

  Felicia made circles on his back with her fingernails, causing him to shiver. “That was amazing.”

  Garrett lifted his head and kissed her, gently, possessively. “It was more than amazing. It was…fattening.”

  Felicia laughed. “Which reminds me. You got all the chocolate.”

  “I figured you might prefer yours in a bowl with ice cream.”

  “I would. Later. But for now…” She dug in her heels and lifted her butt, dumping him off onto the bed beside her.

  “Hey!”

  Grabbing the brown bottle, Felicia gave him an evil grin. “There’s at least one other place this chocolate needs to go.” She removed the condom and dropped it to the floor beside the bed.

  Garrett flopped back onto the bed. His toes curled just thinking about what she was going to do with that chocolate. “Who am I to deny a beautiful woman her chocolate fix?”

  “Exactly what I was thinking.” Felicia tipped the bottle and squ
eezed, licking her lips in anticipation.

  Garrett propped the pillows up behind his head and settled in to enjoy the experience.

  Felicia ran a thin line of dark, rich chocolate from his balls to the very tip of his soft cock, glancing upward as a low groan escaped him. “You like?”

  “Oh god, Felicia. Are you kidding me?”

  In support of his obvious enjoyment, his cock had begun to harden and swell beneath her touch.

  Felicia ran the tip of her forefinger from the base of his cock to the thick head, spreading the chocolate sauce over the bulging vein. When she reached the head of his cock she bent and swirled her tongue around the ridge, sliding the tip of her tongue into the sweet-salty hole in the tip.

  Garrett arched his hips off the bed, groaning with delight.

  She pressed her hands against the inside of his knees, encouraging him to spread his legs wide.

  Tipping the bottle of warm chocolate over his balls, she drizzled the sweet concoction in a circular trail over his sac, heading toward the sweetly puckered skin of his anus.

  Garrett’s head flew off the pillow as her tongue touched the sensitive skin between his sac and his anus. Felicia felt him stiffen in shock. She reached up and placed a hand on his flat stomach, pressing gently to urge him to lie back on the bed.

  Her tongue swept the virgin skin, lapping up sweet chocolate as his unique, musky scent brought warm cream sliding from between her thighs. He gasped as her tongue trailed upward, and her mouth enclosed first one ball in the tightened sac and then the other, pulling every bit of chocolate from the warm skin.

  She drew back just long enough to add more chocolate up the length of his shaft. By that time his cock was bouncing expectantly against his belly. Felicia swept a few errant drops of chocolate from the nearby skin, eagerly cleaning him up.

  Her hand wrapped around his thick shaft and she licked at the chocolate trail, following it to its happy conclusion. Sliding the fat head of his cock between her lips, Felicia stroked the mushroom-shaped tip with her lips and tongue, bathing it in slippery heat.

  She allowed her lips to slide downward, opening her throat to encompass his entire length. She gently squeezed his balls as she slid the newly bathed shaft back out, increasing the tempo and the pressure of her lips as she repeated her oral stroking.