by Kelly, Hazel
I knew as I rode out her orgasm with her that I didn’t have the energy to come again. I’d busted too big a load the first time around, but it was still satisfying that she got me so hard like that, that I could still rub her up good from the inside out and savor the feel of her pulsing around my cock.
When the beating of her pussy slowed, I pulled out of her and lay next to her on the rug.
Her lazy eyes were half closed when she turned her head towards me, and she looked so different from how annoyed she looked when I first met her. Now the expression on her face was one of appreciation and -dare I say- admiration. Much fucking better.
I reached out and dragged my pointer finger across her fat bottom lip. She was like a goddess… and far better than my juvenile imagination ever dreamed Cherise could be.
When we finally caught our breath, it was so quiet I could hear the late night lapping of the lake behind the house.
“Glad you invited me in?” I asked, breaking the silence.
She smiled. “Your talents are wasted on DIY.”
I laughed.
“Thanks for that,” she said. “I needed that more than you know.”
I licked the last of her off my lips. “It was my pleasure.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Yeah?”
“Of course,” I said. “It’s not every day a guy comes across a woman like you.”
She pursed her lips.
“Much less a woman who tastes so good.”
“You don’t have to say that,” she said. “I already gave it up.”
I smiled. “Well, I’m so glad you did. You really made my day.”
She rolled towards me and laid her bottom arm under her head.
I reached past her, grabbed the far end of the furry rug, and pulled it over her so she wouldn’t get cold when the heat of her orgasm dissipated.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, freeing a sigh so deep I was filled with pride.
Five minutes later, she was fast asleep.
I could’ve watched her all night, which is saying a lot for a guy like me. I usually counted down the minutes until a woman would pass out so I could leave without getting any shit.
But this time, I was almost disappointed she was out so fast. I’m not sure why. I don’t know what I would’ve done if she’d managed to stay awake. Had a drink with her? A chat? Dipped my tongue in her strawberry center a few more times?
But I couldn’t stay. She hadn’t asked me to so it wouldn’t be right. Plus, I wasn’t that guy. I shouldn’t have even considered it. This wasn’t that kind of night.
She’d almost resisted letting me inside in the first place. The last thing she wanted was to wake up to the sounds of a strange man in a strange house, though hopefully she didn’t find me so strange now.
Of course, I couldn’t leave her on the floor either. The floor was no place for sleeping goddesses. I could put her on the couch, but she might not sleep well.
And what if I carried her to bed and she woke up and panicked?
It was a risk I had to take. For how innocent and peaceful she looked- and after how hard she’d come- the least she deserved was a good night’s sleep.
I rolled out from under the rug, got to my feet, and pulled my pants up.
Then I walked around her, knelt down, and scooped her up in my arms again. I was surprised how easy it was to lift her, even wrapped in the heavy rug.
For how mouthy she was before she had a few drinks and a good fuck, I might’ve guessed her bones were made of iron, but she was surprisingly light. In fact, the thought crossed my mind that maybe I shouldn’t have railed her so hard against the wall.
Not that I hadn’t done my best to kiss it and make it better.
It took all of my concentration to get up the dark stairs without bumping her against the walls. Fortunately, there was a room at the end of the hall with enough moonlight coming through the windows that I found my way.
There was no telling if it was the room she’d been sleeping in or not, but at least there was a bed.
I laid her down in the center of it as best I could, leaving her wrapped in the rug, which I hoped was nice and cozy from her body heat.
Then I kissed her on the forehead, drew the curtains, and left like I usually did.
Except this time, I wasn’t excited to leave.
Chapter 4: Addison
I woke up sweating and wrapped in fur.
At first I stayed still, trying to get my bearings. But as soon as I recognized the guest room, I sat up and let the rug fall around me on the bed.
I strained my ears to listen, but the house was quiet. All I could hear was birds tweeting outside.
“Wyatt?” I asked.
Nothing.
I turned and dangled my feet over the side of the bed. That’s when I first noticed I was sore. I’d never been sore from sex before. It was weird. Not unpleasant or painful, but strange. I thought I knew what it was like to get fucked, but I guess I was wrong.
I took a deep breath and looked at the clock. It was after ten. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept in so late. Even on the weekends I was used to getting up because my weekday schedule was so ingrained in me.
He must’ve really worn me out.
And yet I felt pretty good. Smug even.
How could I not?
I looked down at my pale thighs against the bed and remembered what it felt like to watch Wyatt’s head sink down between them. I held my breath as I remembered the heat from his tongue lapping at me there. God he was good. I didn’t know it could be like that. I always thought oral sex was a waste of time, a fantasy women had as an extension of penis envy.
But what Wyatt did to me with his mouth was inspired, and I felt myself flush at how defenseless his tongue had rendered me.
Had I just laid there?
Had I even participated at all? Or did I just let him come in the house and have his way with me?
Yeah. That’s exactly what I did.
It was so unlike me I felt like I was wearing new skin.
I never let people boss me around and call the shots like that. So why had I let him?
I swallowed.
I knew why. It was cause he’d been seducing me since the moment I met him, and when he finally put his hands on me outside the door, there wasn’t a single defensive thought left in my head.
Was it obvious that I wanted it or had his teasing triggered my curiosity?
I mean, first there was the sweat dripping down his chest when he was working on the porch, which was followed by his arrogant insistence that I wanted to sleep with him before I’d even gotten one beer into me.
And then he sang to me! I know he was singing to a lot of other people at the same time, but it didn’t feel like that.
It felt like foreplay. I just hadn’t realized it at the time.
How did he make me forget myself like that?
I rolled my neck and stood up, pulling my dress down over my ass. Then I walked into the hall and looked over the landing at the front room where it happened.
“Wyatt?”
Nothing. He was definitely gone.
My eyes settled on the floor in front of the fireplace where my panties lay instead of the bearskin rug.
What the fuck would my boss think of this scene?
And the mounted buck’s head had witnessed everything.
I let my hand slide along the smooth wooden bannister as I walked downstairs, feeling the impact of Wyatt with every step.
Good thing I didn’t have to work today. I doubt I would’ve been able to keep a straight face.
I almost felt peppy. It was ridiculous. Sex had never been so uplifting. I didn’t realize it could follow you into the next day like that. How long would it last? Would I have this halo of sexy flashbacks swirling around my head all day or would it stop in an hour or two?
Not that I was bothered by it.
It was refreshing to have something else to think about for a change.
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br /> I walked barefoot over by the door and put one of my hands on the wall where it was the night before when Wyatt took me from behind.
A lump rose in my throat as I thought of how I’d let him shove me against the wall and yank my underwear down.
Didn’t he know I wasn’t that girl? I was a stern, no nonsense professional. I was the kind of woman that men were supposed to court, not ravage.
Had I really inspired that kind of aggressive lust in him? Or was it the drinks? Was he some kind of sex addict?
Being back in that spot brought the it all back- the feeling of having him spread me open with his hand and then his dick. And despite the fact that I hadn’t actually seen his cock, I could only assume it was impressive based on the fact that my vagina felt like I was straddling a baseball bat all night.
But why on Earth did he carry me upstairs like that?
I had no memory of making the journey myself, and I never would’ve taken the rug with me if I’d been awake.
Why did he go to all that trouble in the middle of the night after he’d done more than enough fucking me senseless?
What kind of animal was he?
Cause he wasn’t a man.
Men weren’t thoughtful like that.
The nicest thing a man had ever done for me was…
Well, most of the nice things I could think of could all be traced back to them needing something from me.
Not that Wyatt hadn’t gotten what he wanted, too, which I guess was me, bare assed on the floor with a pool of wet between my legs.
And I thought that was amazing enough, but the fact that he’d carried me upstairs was kind of sweet, despite everything else that happened.
I put my shoes by the door and picked up my underwear, balling it up in my fist.
Thank god he wasn’t still there. I wouldn’t have known how to act if he’d stayed.
I suppose I would’ve had to make him breakfast or something, and all I really wanted to do was shower because I’d slept in a rug.
Yet I couldn’t stop smiling about it, like some kind of idiot.
I knew I was just giddy from how outrageous it was that I’d had rough sex with a handyman at my boss’s vacation home, but still. It was nice.
I thought so anyway.
And I kind of hoped he did, too.
He seemed happy enough if I correctly remember the last look I saw on his face, the thought of which made my chest swell with warmth.
Even kissing him was something else.
I sighed and pursed my lips, looking out the tall windows at the sun shining off the lake.
Maybe coming here hadn’t been the worst thing after all.
Chapter 5: Wyatt
I woke up bursting with ideas and spent the whole morning in the studio.
It was noon before I finally got so hungry I had to pull myself away, and as I spread some English Mustard on my sandwich, I was still tapping my feet and working on the melody I came up with that morning.
I knew I should’ve gone straight up to Pine Island to start working first thing, but I had so many ideas swirling in my head. And I needed to get some of the lyrics down because there was no telling how long that kind of inspiration would last. After all, my muse hadn’t exactly been reliable lately and the deadline for the new song was looming.
But there was no doubt in my mind that I owed my sudden surge of creativity to Addison.
She excited me more than anything had in a long time, and just thinking about her almost made me too hard to write.
Which I had mixed feelings about.
On the one hand, I didn’t want to be that excited. The last thing I needed was to be seriously sprung on anyone, even if she did taste like strawberries.
On the other hand, I was over the moon to have my creative juices flowing again…
Speaking of juices, Christ had she been wet last night?! I’d never seen a girl whose body ached for it so bad.
I never could’ve predicted that she would melt like that, especially after she’d been like a glacier all afternoon.
But once I’d touched her, she could barely speak. I was expecting her to be a little feistier than that when I made a move, but she just gave right in.
And I knew why.
She lacked experience.
It was obvious. Not off putting, not at all. But painfully obvious, and most of that pain was in my cock as I thought about it.
I slept around enough that I could tell pretty quickly whether a woman knew her way around a dick. And experienced women tended to be proud of their skills so they didn’t try to hide it.
But I knew as soon as I put my hands between her legs on the porch that she was out of her element.
Either she never let men put their hands on her like that or she’d never been with a real man because from the moment I kissed her, she was like putty in my hands.
Which was fun.
Sure, when I fucked experienced women, there was a lot in it for me because they knew what they were doing. However, it was equally exciting to show someone the ropes, to have someone trust you like that when they didn’t know what was coming.
And boy did she keep coming.
I think even she was surprised by how long her orgasm lasted. I certainly was. In fact, I was so overcome I wanted to join in on it.
I shuddered at the thought of her pussy throbbing around my dick. She was so tight it was wrong.
No doubt she’d be feeling it this morning.
And hopefully feeling me, too, because I had to see her again.
It was the opposite of how I usually rolled, but I’d already thrown my rules out the window by telling her my real name and hitting her raw after I came.
But her body was magnetic and her personality was so engaging, even when she wasn’t busting my balls.
Either way, I loved the challenge of her.
I stuffed the last bite of my sandwich in my mouth as my phone started buzzing against the table.
I swallowed a little too soon and answered it. “Hey.”
“I wish you were here,” Austin said.
“Is it that bad?”
“There are no words.”
“Try me.”
“I thought the little ballerinas were going to be a nightmare.”
“Yeah.”
“But you should see what the recital is doing to the Moms.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know how Mom used to always lick her hand and smooth our hair down?”
“Yeah.”
“Well that’s nothing compared to the shit I’m witnessing here.”
I rolled my eyes. “It could be worse.”
“How? How could it possibly be worse than this? I’m high on hairspray and my wife has completely lost sight of what’s important.”
“At least you have Karen,” I said. “At least you’re not a single dad trying to navigate that shit.”
“You have a point there,” he said. “But if I were a single dad, I never would’ve spent all this money on ballet lessons.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“You should, seriously. This is a nightmare. I can’t tell if everything is covered in glitter or if I got it in my eyes.”
I laughed. “You should embrace it. It means a lot to Gigi that you’re there.”
“I don’t know. I’m pretty sure her fake eyelashes are so heavy she wouldn’t know if I left.”
“Isn’t she a bit young for fake eyelashes?”
“That’s what I said, but I guess if the other girls wear them she has to do the same.”
“Christ.”
“And there are crying women everywhere. They’re crying about sequins, crying about ripped tights, crying about blisters. They’re even crying about crying!”
“How long did you say this thing was?”
“The whole weekend.”
“Right.”
“And of course Gigi’s company is doing the very last dance of the whole competiti
on so there’s no respite.”
“Sorry, Austin. Can’t say I envy you.”
“Next year I’m sending Gigi to summer camp with Sophie like a normal kid.”
“As if that’s your decision.”
“I know, but a guy can dream.”
I set my plate in the sink and turned around to lean against the counter. “Did you just call to bitch? Cause then I have to call it like I see it and say it sounds like camp diva is rubbing off on you.”
“No, I didn’t call to bitch. I called so you could say manly things to me and remind me that I have a penis because my pockets are full of bobby pins and eyelash glue, and I’m being treated like a walking clothes rack.”
“That I can help you with,” I said. “Would you rather hear about all the DIY I got stuck into yesterday or the woman I got stuck into?”
“Both,” he said. “But I don’t want you to think for one second it’s because I don’t love my wife right now or that I envy the weekend you’re having with every fiber of my being.”
“Of course not.”
“So you started the job?” he asked. “Any surprises or is the maintenance that needs done pretty straightforward?”
“The repairs are standard. I’m going to do the maintenance stuff first and leave the landscaping until last.”
“Sure.”
“By the way, can I keep that grill I’m supposed to haul away?”
“Be my guest,” he said. “I don’t give a shit where you haul it as long as it disappears.”
“Great.”
“That’s the other thing about this hellhole. All the ballerinas eat like birds. I either have to eat salad with my family at the hotel restaurant or I have to go to Hooters across the street with the other sad Dads, and I don’t want to be that guy. Plus, I’m around too many women as it is.”
“Speaking of great racks, I met a woman yesterday and took her out for a few drinks.”
“Another one of your conquests?”
“Yes and no,” I said. “I think I actually want to see her again.”
“What?”
I smiled.
“But that goes against your whole philosophy.”
“I know, but she’s not like the other women I’ve been with.”
“Does that mean she has a job or that she doesn’t recognize you?”