by Abby Wood
Her lips curved into a smile. “I feel the same way, Mick. It’s crazy to think I had this idea growing up that I wanted what my parents had—commitment, stability, a tangible love that everyone saw.” She licked her lips. “I knew I wanted those exact things.”
“Have you found them?” He rubbed her back.
She nodded. “No one understands why I’ve always found myself attracted to older men. I didn’t want guys my own age who drank too much and stayed out all night with their friends.” She rolled her eyes. “I wanted someone who could treat me like I deserve to be treated. How you do.”
“Let’s go lie down, baby. I have an urge to put you up on a pedestal tonight.” He let her go, picked up her hand, and led her to the stairs. “Have you remembered what we planned to do?”
A thrill traveled from her lower stomach to her pussy. “Yes.”
Mick let go of her and moved right into removing his clothes. She slipped out of the robe and tossed it toward the closet. She loved how he always undressed slowly, folded his clothes, and set them on the dresser. Meticulously neat, he never ragged her about her sloppy housekeeping.
“Grab that wooden stool, baby.” He stepped out of his slacks. “Go ahead and set it over there in front of the mirror.”
Debbie carried the backless stool over and sat on it. She set her feet on the bottom rung, put her hands between her legs, and leaned forward. Mick undressed and moved about the room with grace and dignity.
His whole charisma shone through, and she couldn’t help the fascination that came over her as she studied his debonair ways. “This is what I mean.”
Mick strolled over to her. “What are you talking about?”
“All the people who judge me for my attraction to you.” She placed her feet on the floor and stood up in front of him. “Everything about you turns me on. You’re stable, secure, confident—gorgeous.” She ran her hand down his cheek. “I feel your love.”
“Deb—”
“No. Let me explain. I’m not in this relationship needing love.” She trailed her finger over his lips. “I have everything I want. Yet you enrich my life more than I ever dreamed, being with me, loving me.”
“Thank you.” He brought her mouth to his and kissed her.
She shut her eyes, and she melted under the tenderness of his lips. Mick trailed kisses down her chin, along her jaw, and enveloped her in his arms. She swallowed past the lump of emotions welling up inside.
“I love you, baby. Don’t ever doubt that.” He stroked the back of her head and pressed her against his chest. He chuckled. “We’re quite a pair. Both of us wanting someone unique for different reasons and lucky enough to find each other in this lifetime. I say we deserve everything we’ve found.”
Basking in the glow of sharing their feelings, of connecting with someone on almost a spiritual level, and reluctant to break the physical bond between them, Debbie remained in his arms. Mick’s hands roamed her back. She hid her smile. Despite the sentimental moment, Mick’s cock hardened against her lower stomach.
Chapter Seven
Debbie slid her hand in between her and Mick’s bodies. Wrapping her fingers around the base of Mick’s cock, she stroked the length of him. Excited all over again for what they’d planned tonight.
“Stand on the top of the step stool, baby,” he said.
Not wanting to let go of him, she led him by his dick. After stepping up on the stool, she turned and held on to his shoulders.
Mick gathered her hand and kept hold of it as he moved behind her. “Bend over and hold on to the stool.” He clamped his hands around her knees. “I won’t let you fall.”
Wobbling, she bent forward and wrapped her fingertips under the seat. “Mick?”
“I’ve got you.” He squeezed her legs. “Scoot your feet apart until you feel the edge of the stool.” Not letting her fall, he waited until she was comfortable. “Hang on.”
Mick’s tongue slid along her slit. She squeezed her eyes shut. The swarm of pleasure and her precarious position tilted the room.
“Oh!”
Mick groaned against the lips of her pussy. He slipped his tongue into her wet hole and fucked her. She gasped. The danger of falling and yet trusting Mick with her safety heightened the thrill.
Lifting his head, Mick zeroed in on her anus. Her legs shook with the intensity of all the different sensations she received. Her desire to fulfill Mick’s dream of taking her virginity rushed to the forefront.
“Mick?” She opened her eyes. “Please.”
He helped her straighten and find her balance, then guided her off the stool. After leading her over to the bed, he steered her down onto the mattress. “I want to fuck that wet pussy first.”
She opened her legs, and Mick licked his way up her body. Latching his mouth on to her nipple, he gently rubbed her clit with his fingers. She moved her hips in lazy circles, letting the warmth and delight build.
“Mm…yes.” She squirmed underneath him. She pushed her fingers through his dark hair. “That drives me wild.”
Mick lifted his head and moved up farther. His cock slid into her cunt in slow motion. One inch at a time, she stretched and accommodated his size.
“I want you to”—he thrust his hips back and forth in tight succession—“work your clit.” He held his weight off her with his arms. “Come for me, baby.”
She slid her middle finger over her clit, and shuddered. Her clit was swollen and sticking out of its hood. She caressed around the nub lightly with the pad of her finger. She thrust her hips in time to Mick’s plunges.
She sped up and put more pressure on the top of her pussy. Teasing her clit and drawing her orgasm out of its shell. Biting down on her lip, she lavished in the wet, smooth strokes of Mick’s cock gliding in and out.
“Oh!” She dug her heels into Mick’s ass, and lifted her butt off the bed.
Her finger didn’t move from the receptive spot right above her clit. Her lower belly muscles clenched and exploded into a million pieces. She closed her eyes and rode her orgasm out.
Mick withdrew his cock, kissed her open mouth, and pulled her into a sitting position. “That’s only the beginning, baby.”
He led her back over in front of the mirror. This time he sat down on the stool. His cock glistened with her juices. “God, I love how wet you get when you come for me.” He turned her around. “Face the mirror, back your tight little virgin hole onto my cock, and fuck me when you’re ready.”
Stepping between his outstretched legs, she turned and put her hands on his thighs. “Like this?”
“Perfect, baby.” He ran his fingers over her moist dripping pussy and lubricated her anus. “Just the thought of fucking your ass makes me want to shoot my cum all over you.” He rubbed the head of his cock down the middle of her butt. “Right there.”
The pressure from his hardness pressing against her anus pushed her on. She wanted nothing more than to experience his cock filling her up. He was so much bigger than the butt plugs she’d practiced with, and she knew the pleasure would be out of this world.
Relaxed and ready to accept him, she lowered herself. The bulbous head of his cock slipped past the taut ring. She froze.
“Breathe.” His hands stroked up and down her arms. “Take your time. Let me stretch you.”
“I-I can’t—”
“Does it hurt, baby?” His hands paused.
She shook her head. “I. Can’t. Wait.” Lifting her hands off his legs, she sank down fully onto his cock. “Oh.”
Her shoulders shook with the passion of what she and Mick accomplished together. Packed with his whole cock up inside of her ass, she shivered. Her pussy spasmed at the new sensations she was experiencing.
Mick’s hands moved to the small indention of her waist. “Ride me.”
Using her legs, she lifted her ass a little to test if it would hurt. Finding only pleasure, she extended her movement. Her nipples became harder and tingled.
She lifted her chin and gazed into
the mirror. “Oh. God.”
“That’s us.” Mick tightened his fingers as he helped her slide up and down.
In the reflection, she viewed the most beautiful scene. Two people in the throes of showing their trust, love, and experience. She lowered her gaze. The muscles in her pussy pulsed. She loved the sight of their two bodies joined together.
Mick reached around and fingered her swollen clit. Gleaming with cream, his finger hypnotized her. The heat from another orgasm rising flooded her nether region.
“Again.” He pinched her clit. “Again.”
She plunged all the way down and set to riding his cock with rapid movement. He pulled on her clit. Her body burst, and her anus convulsed around the width of Mick’s cock.
“Fuck yes!” Mick’s legs jerked.
Warm fluid filled her cavity. Her muscles milked every drop of cum from him. Unable to find the strength to move, she let her weight settle on Mick’s thighs.
She shivered over each aftershock of his orgasm. Inhaling through her nose, she filled her lungs and let it out slowly.
“I had no idea.” She leaned back, and Mick wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her securely to him.
“Thank you.” He gazed over her shoulder into the mirror.
She smiled. “I wonder what else you can teach this young, innocent, deprived girl?”
* * *
“Are you sure I look okay?” Debbie gazed around the inside of the house. “The other women are wearing pantsuits.”
Mick patted her bottom. “You look hot.”
She snickered. “Why does that expression sound so wrong coming out of your mouth?”
“Reed! Just the man I needed to see.” An older gentlemen sneaked up behind them and laid his arm around Mick’s shoulders. “How did the Marek merger go?”
“Good. Final papers will be on your desk Tuesday.” He squeezed Debbie’s hand. “Stan, I’d like you to meet Debbie Nordall.” Mick leaned closer. “Stan’s one of the main guys at the office in charge of the legal department. He’s invaluable, and does all my grunt work.”
Stan threw back his head and chuckled. “Don’t let him fool you. He gets his hands dirty too.”
Mick clapped Stan on the shoulder. She smiled and shook the man’s hand. He seemed nice enough, and she loved learning more about Mick’s working life.
Stan motioned across the room for someone to come over. “Let me introduce you to my wife while I steal Mick away for a few minutes.” He pulled his wife under his arm. “Sharon, this is Mick’s girl, Debbie. I’m going to get a few of the men together and hash out some appointments. Can you keep her company?”
“Sure.” Sharon stepped over to Debbie’s side. “These parties can get pretty stuffy with all their business talk.” She backed up and gazed about the room. “I used to hate coming to them.”
“You changed your mind?” Debbie raised her brows.
Sharon nodded. “Yes.” She grinned. “Somewhere along the line, I started looking forward to seeing everyone instead of worrying if I was wearing the right dress or rubbing elbows with the right executive’s wife.” Lifting her cup, she glanced at Debbie. “Do you work for Mick too?”
“No. I’m a teacher’s aide at the Happy Horizons Preschool.” She swallowed. “I took a break from college to figure out what I wanted to do, and found out I really enjoy working with the children.” She nodded. “I plan on going back and getting my teaching certificate next summer.”
“That’s wonderful. I bet those little ones keep you smiling,” Sharon said.
“Oh, they do. You never know what will pop out of their mouths.”
Sharon laid her hand on Debbie’s arm. “Don’t I know it. My youngest grandkids are three and five. They keep Stan and me in stitches with the tales they spin.”
A hand landed on Debbie’s back, and Mick stepped up beside her. “Miss me?”
“Always.” She leaned over and hugged him.
“Here’s a picture of the grandbabies.” Sharon handed her purse to Stan and held up her wallet.
“Oh, what beautiful kids.” Debbie smiled. “You are certainly blessed.”
“Sharon, Stan, it was good to see you as always.” Mick kissed Sharon’s cheek. “We’re going to head on out.”
Debbie smiled her good-byes and followed Mick out of the house. “That was fun.”
Mick gazed over and raised his eyebrows. “You’ve surprised me.”
“Why?” She raised her brows. “Dude, did you think I was too young to join in on a mature conversation? Seriously?” She shook her head. “At least your friends are more accepting of our relationship. Wish I could say the same for my friends. It’d be nice if they liked you, but they don’t even give you a chance.”
He snorted, pulled her to his side, and kissed the top of her head. “You are one groovy chick.”
Debbie snorted. “That’s so last century.” She pulled Mick to a stop outside the car. “Can I drive this beast?”
Mick handed over the keys. “Don’t kill us.”
She ran around to the driver’s side, popped the locks, and cranked the engine. Mick sat down and buckled up. She tapped the gas pedal. “I want to take you somewhere. You game?”
Chapter Eight
The sky crackled, and more rain fell down on top of Debbie and Mick. She ran barefoot across the wet grass in the park, pulling Mick behind her with one hand and holding her heels in the other.
“What exactly are we doing out here getting soaked and ruining our clothes?” Mick asked.
“You’ll find out.” She peered over her shoulder and snorted. “You should see yourself. I think your suit is ruined.”
“You think?” He tugged at her hand. “We’re already wet. We might as well walk.”
She adjusted her grip on his hand. “It’s right up there.” She pointed. “My dad used to bring me here years ago when I thought I wanted to be a famous singer.”
“It looks like the rest of the park.” He shook his head, sending raindrops flying.
“That’s what they want you to think. They are evil that way.” She stopped, gazed off in the distance, and then pulled Mick over a little. “Stand right there.” She squeezed his arm. “There. Perfect. Don’t move.”
She skipped a few yards away. “Okay, now sing.”
“What?” He chuckled.
“You need to sing. You’ll see what happens. It’s way cool… Just do it.” She nodded.
“I don’t sing.” He crossed his arms. “Ever.”
“Stop being a wuss.” She planted her fists on her hips. “Sing ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.’”
He glared, and the corner of his lip came up in a snarl. “No.”
Stomping the ground, she let out a big sigh. “I guess I’ll have to resort to drastic measures.” She leaned over and pulled the hem of her short black evening dress over her head. “Will you do it now?”
Mick cocked his eyebrow in challenge.
Debbie unclasped the front of her bra and tossed it on top of her dress. She fought the wet material of her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. “Now?”
Mick scoffed and faked a yawn.
“Fine. What can I do to make you sing?” She wrapped her arms around her breasts and shivered. “Hurry and make up your mind. I’m freezing.”
“Crawl.”
“On the ground?” She wrinkled her nose. “It’s muddy and wet.”
That eyebrow of his lifted again. “Crawl.”
“But—”
“Crawl.” He nodded. “Slowly.”
Debbie squatted down and sank her knees into the moist grass. Shivers racked her body. Throwing her wet hair behind her, she leaned forward and balanced on her hands and knees. She’d brought him here to sing, and instead she found herself turned on at the thought of obeying his commands.
She moved her hand forward, lifted her knee, and gazed ahead at Mick. He uncrossed his arms. She recognized the look that flashed across his face. He’s enjoying this. He wants
me to beg, to do anything he commands me to do.
Despite the cold, the rain, and slinking across the park grounds, a thrill settled over her. The drops of water running down her butt cheeks, over her pussy caressed her in the most delightful way.
Mick unlatched his belt, unzipped his slacks, and brought his engorged cock out. She licked her lips. The wet material clung to his thighs, he held the base of his cock, and his gaze ate her up.