Milk & Cookies

by Zoe Reid

  Chapter 5

  Chase

  I really wanted to get a workout in, but I didn’t think it was the best idea. If Leah was in there, things could get ugly. I didn’t think either one of us was capable of keeping our hands to ourselves. She was hot for me, and I was fucking going out of mind with want. I wanted her every which way possible. The vision of her bouncing breasts with her ass reflecting in the mirror behind her had given me some very vivid dreams.

  I couldn’t skip a workout, but I couldn’t risk running into her. A run would have to do. I could probably run their property and get a decent workout in. I vaguely remembered the drive in, but figured I could find my way back. I woke Blake up, got the code for the gate so I could get back in, and headed out.

  The pounding of my feet against the pavement was cathartic. With every step, I could feel the sexual tension leaving my body. That is, until I remembered why I was so tense. Leah. My dick had been semi-hard since I first laid eyes on her. The time in the gym had made me fully hard, and now I was sporting a nice set of blue balls. Yesterday, after being in the gym with Leah, I had to beat off in the shower to get some relief.

  As I ran down the road, I could see a woman running toward me. The closer she got, I was able to see how attractive she was. She made a big deal about smiling and waggling her fingers as we passed, but she wasn't the woman I wanted. I only had room enough for one woman in my fantasies, and right now, that space was occupied by Leah, a sweaty but gorgeous Leah.

  By the time I made it back to the mansion, I was worked up again. Not worked up or worked out, but hard as hell with sex on the brain. I walked through the massive double doors of Leah's home and headed straight up the stairs and toward my borrowed room. I needed a shower. I needed relief. The moment the door closed behind me, I stripped as I walked to the adjoined bathroom. My dick was jutting out, hard as hell.

  I turned on the water maybe a bit cooler than normal and stepped under the spray with my hand wrapped firmly around my engorged cock. My mind conjured up images of Leah on that treadmill, and it took little time to find my release. It wasn't exactly satisfying, but at least I would be able to wear jeans without too much pain.

  I quickly dressed and searched out Blake. He was in the game room of the house, which was basically a grown-up man's playroom. There was a PS4 hooked up to a huge screen TV, a pool table, foosball table, and even air hockey. It never ceased to amaze me to see how Blake lived before I met him.

  “What's up?” I asked, plopping down in one of the huge overstuffed chairs next to his.

  “Not much,” he said, not taking his eyes off the TV.

  I leaned back, letting the massive chair envelop me in softness. It was a really comfortable chair. I was completely relaxed after my run and jerk-off session in the shower.

  “Hey, guys!” Leah's voice cut through that calm I had blissfully fallen into.

  The second I heard her voice, my dick twitched. I silently begged for it to stay down. She walked into the room. My eyes were glued to her as she moved. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans with a long beige cable-knit sweater and a pair of heeled, brown suede boots. It wasn't an outfit that screamed sex, but it did to me. She was a beautiful woman, and no matter what she wore or how sweaty she was, I was drawn to her.

  She snaked around behind our chairs. There was a table off to the side, piled with dirty dishes and an empty chip bag. When she bent over to pick up Blake's mess, I nearly palmed her ass. I had to know if those perfect cheeks would fit in my hands like I suspected.

  “I made lunch if you guys are hungry,” she said, turning to look at us and holding the stack of dishes.

  I wanted to lecture Blake about leaving his shit lying around for Leah to pick up but held my tongue.

  “Sure, I'm hungry,” I said, looking up to meet her eyes.

  Yes, I said it that way on purpose. I don't know what came over me, but I wanted her to know I thought she was sexy.

  Her tongue darted out and she nervously licked her lips. “Okay, well, whenever you're ready,” she said before quickly walking out of the room.

  I was ready. Was she dropping me a hint? I knew it was probably wishful thinking on my part, but my god, the woman was going to leave me the bluest balls a man had ever experienced. The moment we got back home to Seattle, I was going to pound out my pent-up sexual tension into the nearest willing female. Thankfully, there was no shortage of those.

  “Let's go eat,” I said to Blake once Leah was out of hearing range. “I'm starving.”

  He sighed. “Fine. I'm hungry too. Leah is a hell of a cook. I can only imagine what she made. She isn't the kind of woman who sets out a sandwich and milk,” he joked.

  I laughed. The woman cooked, and she looked that good. How was she still single? No wonder Blake's dad had married her.

  “Damn, dude, whatever it is, it smells amazing,” I said the moment we stepped into the foyer to cross over to the kitchen area. The smell coming from the kitchen made my stomach growl. I was very hungry after my workout. I couldn't wait to see what she would serve us but hoped she would join us.

  Leah was pulling a cookie sheet out of one of the ovens in the wall when we walked in. I immediately assumed she had made us more cookies, but when she placed it on the counter, I saw it was fries.

  “Have a seat,” she gestured to the bar where there were three plates set out. There were two plates, which I assumed were for myself and Blake, with a huge hamburger in the middle. Her plate had a much smaller hamburger.

  We sat down, and she scooped some of the baked fries onto our plates before rushing over to the fridge and pulling out a variety of condiments.

  “There’s fresh guacamole on the burgers, I hope you like avocado?” she asked me.

  “I do. Love avocado,” I said, very eager to dive into my plate of food.

  It looked like something you would find at Red Robin. The burger was piled high with the works and the patty looked to be at least a half-pound.

  I took a bite, and my taste buds nearly exploded. She was watching me, eagerly waiting for my opinion. I started bobbing my head up and down, wanting to tell her it was good but not wanting to try and talk around the massive bite in my mouth.

  As soon as I swallowed, I gave a low whistle. “That is amazing. You cooked that?”

  She beamed. “I did.”

  Blake was almost halfway through with his own burger. He gave a thumbs up and nodded his head indicating he was just as happy with the food.

  “Sit down and join us,” I said, gesturing to the stool next to mine.

  “Thank you. It's nice not to eat alone,” she said in a soft voice.

  It was then I realized how lonely it would be in this big old house. No wonder she had been so happy to see us. I had a feeling I would need to do two-a-day work outs. Otherwise, the woman was going to fatten me up with all of her cooking.

  I had other ideas for how I could work off the calories, but I knew Blake would kill me if I fucked his stepmom.

  “So, I'll be leaving on Friday to stay the weekend with my mom,” Blake said, taking a long drink of the lemonade Leah had served. “Is it cool if Chase stays here?”

  “Of course,” Leah said almost too quickly.

  I had to fight back the grin. Being alone in the house with Leah for two days was going to try every ounce of self-control I had. How would I keep myself from jumping her the moment Blake left? Maybe I would lock myself in my room and not come out. It was probably the safest option. I couldn't trust myself to be alone with the woman.

  Chapter 6

  Leah

  I got up from my chair in the living room, quietly leaving Blake and Chase alone to finish the movie they had found. It was some violent war film—not my cup of tea, but I had enjoyed hanging out with them.

  Blake had passed out on the couch and was softly snoring. Chase seemed to be enthralled by the movie and didn't say anything when I left. I needed to get the kitchen cleaned up before the housekeeper came in the morning. I
t was stupid. Dennis used to always tease me about it, but I couldn't stand the idea of someone having to clean my mess. I mean, light cleaning, dusting, and whatnot were okay, but I made the mess in the kitchen, I would clean it.

  It didn't take me nearly as long as I had hoped. I still had a ton of pent-up frustration of the sexual variety. There was no way I could go to bed like this. I would toss and turn all night. I needed to work off some of the energy. A good run on the treadmill should work.

  I went upstairs, changed into some leggings and one of my sports tanks, and headed to the gym. The energy hummed through me. Ever since Chase had walked through that front door, I had been in this state of semi-arousal. I had gone a year without sex and never missed it for a moment, but now, with Chase here, all I could think about was sex.

  The man oozed sex. Sex on a stick—that's what he was, and I wanted a little taste.

  The second I opened the door to the gym, I knew I was in trouble. Chase was beating the hell out of a punching bag. Shirtless and sweaty.

  Fuck me.

  I watched him for several long seconds. My arousal was making me feel heady—and wet. One look at him, and I was quite literally creaming my pants. My god, did I want that man.

  He saw me and stopped punching. I slowly began walking toward him, his eyes holding mine before focusing on the gloves covering his hands. He tugged at the threads, yanking them off in record time. That magnetic pull I felt earlier was pushing me toward him, and I didn't fight it. The moment I was within reach of him, I stretched out a hand and ran my fingers over his biceps. They were as hard as I imagined.

  His fingers wrapped around each of my wrists, holding my arms up and away from his body. I watched his chest heave up and down with his heavy breathing, his brown eyes asking me for permission. I licked my lips a second before I gave a slight nod of my head.

  That's all he needed. His mouth slammed over mine, my lips pushed into my teeth a moment before I could adjust and open my mouth wide enough to meet his demands. He dropped my wrists and moved his hands to my waist, bodily pushing me back and against the wall where he continued to ravish my mouth.

  My hands were in his hair before moving down to rub those beautiful biceps and then moving to his back a second before feeling his wide, strong chest. I wanted to touch him everywhere at the same time. The only way to do that was to feel his naked body pressed against mine.

  He clearly had the same idea. His hands moved to my skintight tank and pushed it up and over my breasts. My breasts sprang free from the support material, his hands immediately let go of the top and began to frantically massage my breasts while his mouth continued to plunder my own.

  My hands moved down his washboard abs and slid under the elastic waist of his athletic shorts, reaching down to get my hand on that cock that had been the star of my dreams the past couple of nights.

  He grunted when I reached my fingers around, feeling the girth and deciding my fantasies weren't even close. I needed him in me. He clearly had the same idea. He pulled his mouth away from mine just long enough to pull the shirt over my head before devouring me once again. His hands were moving to my leggings, pushing and tugging them down.

  I pushed him back a few inches and quickly peeled off the leggings along with my panties. I wasn't in the mood to play coy. He was yanking off his shorts as well. We stopped, both of us naked and panting. He looked at me, giving me one last opportunity to say no.

  Never. Going. To. Happen.

  I leaned forward, grabbing his head, and pulling it toward me. His mouth moved over mine before pulling away and running a trail of hot kisses over my neck and then back to my mouth. My hands were roaming his body, loving every inch of it. He was a big man, and there was a lot to explore.

  “I need you now,” he groaned.

  I nodded, unable to speak. His hand had moved between my legs, his palm covering my pussy. I was wet with need. My mind couldn't focus on anything but him and what I wanted him to do.

  I gasped when he slid one finger inside me.

  “I knew you'd be wet and tight,” he whispered against my mouth.

  “I have to fuck you,” he said a second before his hands moved to my ass, and he jerked me upward. My legs wrapped around his waist, and my back pressed into the wall. His mouth covered my breasts, licking and sucking. I rubbed my wet pussy against him, begging him to give me what I craved.

  I reached between our bodies, both slick with sweat and grabbed his cock, guiding it to my opening. His mouth pulled away from my breasts, I looked down and gazed into his eyes as he pulled me onto his cocked. It was agonizingly slow as he moved deeper inside me, stretching me and filling me as he went. Our eyes were locked together in what had to be the most erotic moment of my life.

  He stood without moving for several long seconds, I could feel his dick throbbing inside me as my body worked to accommodate his girth. It felt too good to be real. I squirmed, just a fraction, causing him to jerk.

  “Fuck me, you're hot,” he groaned.

  I leaned my head down, kissing him slowly, my tongue sweeping inside his mouth in a leisurely exploration. I rotated my hips a little, finding the perfect position, and moaned in his mouth.

  It was as if a switch had been flipped. His hands grabbed my waist, holding me against the wall while he rammed his body against mine. It was fast and furious, and I was loving every second of it. Over and over he pounded into me. I could feel my climax building and was suddenly afraid of it. It felt as if I was losing all control. A million different sensations covered every inch of my skin and deep inside me.

  “Chase,” I moaned. “I—”

  “Come, Leah. Come on my dick. Let me feel you,” he grunted between thrusts.

  My hands gripped his shoulders, and I could feel my nails digging into his arms. I felt as if I was dying the most blissful death imaginable. Then, my body exploded. I was moaning and shouting and completely mindless as I rode his dick to complete satisfaction. I could feel his release pumping into me.

  I slid down the wall and fell forward against his chest, my face buried in his neck. He held me for several long seconds while we both caught our breath. I had no idea how he was able to stand, holding my weight and his own. I moved my legs to uncurl from around his waist. When my feet touched the floor, his hands moved around me, pulling me flat against him. My face moved to his chest, my cheek pressed against it, listening to his pounding heart.

  I tried to think of something to say. The words wouldn't come.

  I stepped away from him, looked up at him, questioning him. He smiled and kissed me softly on the lips.

  I started to dress quickly, in jerking movements, realizing Blake could walk in at any moment. Chase did the same. Neither one of us said a word.

  Once we were both dressed, I looked at him. “You can never tell Blake about this.”

  A sexy grin spread across his face, he used one finger to make a cross on his bare chest, drawing my eyes back to that expanse of skin I still wanted to taste.

  “I won't say a word. This will be our little secret.”

  I leaned in, kissed him, and said, “Good.”

  I grabbed my shoes and turned to leave. When I got to the door, I looked over my shoulder. He was standing there, staring at me with a smile on his face and passion in his eyes. I was glad to know I wasn't the only one who was thinking about the next time we had a moment alone.

  As I walked down the long hall, my body tingled. That had been mind-blowing sex. It should have satisfied me, taken the edge off. Instead, it only made me want more.

  Chapter 7

  Chase

  Not again.

  Every damn time I closed my eyes, I saw Leah, naked and coming. It was how I wanted to see her again and again, with me buried deep inside her. She was a very sensual woman. I loved how her body fit perfectly against mine, and like I had suspected, her ass was the perfect size to fit in the palms of my hands.

  It had been too long since our time in the gym. No matter how ha
rd I tried to find her alone, it seemed like Blake was always there. Now, I'm in my room, alone and hard after another very wet dream. The woman had cast a spell over me. I could think of nothing other than sex with her. Blake had shown me around Portland yesterday, and all I wanted to do was get back to the house so I could see Leah. It didn't even matter that I couldn't have her. I wanted to watch her. She glided when she walked. She had that regal air about her, but I knew she could get down and dirty. It was our little secret, which made it more exciting.

  I made my way downstairs, dressed for a workout. I checked the kitchen to see if Leah happened to be in there, but it was empty. I knew Blake was still in bed. It was early. I walked into the foyer and found a note propped up on a table that held a beautiful bouquet of fresh flowers.