by Remy Blake
Hands clenching my shoulders, her nails sink into my skin through my shirt. Cupping her chin with one hand and the nape of her neck with the other, I hold her captive as I devour her mouth.
I suck and bite her plump lips and stroke my tongue around hers until our hips buck and grind with unrestrained desire.
“Please,” she whispers against my mouth. “Need you.”
There’s no denying her what she wants—me. And I want her just as much. My fingers find the zipper on the back of her black, sleeveless dress, dragging it down with the smooth buzz of metal on metal. I swear that sound makes my cock even harder.
Tucking my thumbs under the material on her shoulders, I glide the dress down her arms until it falls to her waist. My gaze zeros in on her ample tits and I dive face-first between them as if this is the first pair I’ve ever seen. They may not be the first, but they’re definitely the best.
My nose and lips nuzzle along the deep V while my fingers work behind her back, plucking the small hook free from the loop.
Yanking the lacy garment from her arms, I drop it to the floor, my eyes never leaving her nipples. They’re reaching for me, taunting me, begging for my mouth.
Cupping her breast in my hand, I close my lips around one taut peak, licking and sucking while I cup the other in my free hand. I pinch and pluck the hard bud before the pad of my thumb circles and whisks over the tip. “Christ. Your tits are amazing.” I bite and suck the top of her breast until I leave a mark. Raising my head, I stare down at it with a smile.
Spinning her around, I place a hand in the middle of her back, guiding her over to the marble countertop. I ease her dress down over her hips and legs and help her step free of the material. A hoarse groan slips free when I see her tiny panties that expose a good portion of each cheek. I seize each side, stealthily working her panties down her legs, over her red stilettos, and onto the floor. “Hold on, baby,” I tell her, kicking her feet apart. Dropping to my knees, I pull her hips back. She arches her back like a goddamn fantasy come to life. Slapping her ass, I watch the jiggle before I bury my tongue between her slick lips. I take a long, slow lick all the way up to her clit.
Her palms slap down onto the cold stone surface, bracing her torso while her legs quiver beneath my hands.
Consumed by an unquenchable hunger, I continue devouring every inch of her pussy. A few final swipes of my tongue has her shattering. Her arms give out and she falls to her elbows while I lick up the fruits of my labor of love.
Jumping to my feet, I tear my t-shirt over my head and throw it aside. My jeans, boxer briefs, socks, and shoes are gone in a flash. My hands grip her hips, holding her steady while I guide the tip of my cock to her entrance. “Fuck, I forgot a condom.” I back up a step to reach for my pants.
“No. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
I press the head to her entrance once more. “Are you sure?”
“Fuck me,” she cries. Thrusting my hips, I bury myself to the hilt and hold still for a few seconds. My hoarse breaths punctuate the silence as I savor her warm pussy wrapped around my bare cock.
“Cord.” She moans my name, and I start to move slowly, watching my cock disappear inside her. Jesus. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I never want this to end, but I’ve been holding off my orgasm since the moment I tasted her again. I’ve spent the past week jerking off to the memories of going down on her in her office and the best blowjob of my life. No matter how many times I fisted my cock, it never satisfied my need for her.
Fingertips sinking deeper into her skin, I pick up the pace, pulling her back onto my cock with every forward stroke. The sound of skin slapping drives me on and I slam into her faster and faster. My smooth rhythm turns jerky as my release crashes into me with the power of a tsunami and seems never ending. Knowing my come is jetting inside her has me feeling perverse pleasure. I also feel possessive of her. This is so much more than sex to me, and I want that to be the case for Penelope too. Her pussy is now mine. But I won’t be satisfied until I own her heart too.
Bracing my hands on either side of hers on the marble, I lean my chest on her back and my cock slips from her. I can barely catch my breath. I end up gasping and choking out my words. “You’re incredible.” Wrapping an arm around her waist, I press a kiss to the side of her neck. Straightening up, I turn her around and fold her into my embrace.
She shakes her head. “I don’t know what to say. I’ve never had sex that was so amazing.”
“Me either.”
“I’ve never had kitchen sex before,” she confesses, surprising me.
“Another first for me too. I wanted you to have the comfort of a bed, but I couldn’t wait any longer.”
“You couldn’t even take my heels off.” She giggles.
“No, that was on purpose. They look sexy as fuck on you and put you at the perfect height for what I had in mind.” I smirk.
“I like a man who plans ahead.” She tightens her arms around me. Placing my forehead against hers, I close my eyes and focus on how amazing this moment is. How comfortable we are with each other. How right everything about us has felt to me from day one. I’m crazy about Penelope and she’s crazy about me. However, getting her to admit those feelings is a whole ’nother matter, and I’m running out of time before I have to head off to school.
“I didn’t get a chance to tell you that my uncle is out of town until Monday evening.”
She opens her eyes wide. “Does that mean you can spend the time here with me?”
“Yep. That’s exactly what it means.” I grin.
She squeals and pulls my head down for a quick kiss. “This is the best news ever. We don’t have to sneak around. You can sleep over. We can cook together. We can watch TV together.” With every item she lists, her eyes sparkle more.
“We can do all of those things and more,” I say. “How about we start with some nourishment.” I rub my stomach. “I need sustenance if I’m going to be ready for rounds two and three.”
“Two and three?” She looks surprised.
I nod. “That’s what I said.” I tap the tip of her nose with my fingertip. “Just consider it one of the many perks of dating a younger man.”
PENELOPE
A muted glow seeps from beneath the blinds and fills the room with an unexpected amount of warmth. And when I roll over, and remember the body beside me, I wonder if it’s more than the sun that’s making me feel this way.
Last night was absolute bliss.
If it had been any better, I would’ve thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
The sex was just that good. Scratch that, everything about Cord is just that good.
I turn so I can quietly slip out of bed when an arm hooks across my waist and drags me back.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Cord buries his head between my shoulder and my neck, pressing his lips against my skin.
I push against him, my naked back curled into his naked front. “I thought you were asleep. I didn’t want to wake you.”
“If you’re awake,” he starts while one of his hands curls around my hip and slips in between my legs. The other slides between the bed and my body until he’s cupping my breast. “Then I’m awake.”
I place each of my hands over his. “Are you enjoying yourself?” I tease.
He pushes a finger inside of me, and I gasp in surprise.
“If you think there is a single part of me that isn’t spending the weekend inside of you, then maybe last night wasn’t as good for you as it was for me.”
He adds another finger, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to wake up this needy and feeling so wanted by this man, everyday of your life. It’s a delicious ache knowing that another person’s only mission is to satiate you.
He drops open-mouthed kisses all down my neck, shoulder, and back as he continues to fuck me with his fingers. His other hand kneads my breast, occasionally tweaking my nipple.
“I need to be inside you,” he growls.
He’s about to move, when I throw my arm back and keep him in place. “Like this,” I breathe. “Fuck me just like this.”
I feel like a different person, initiating sex, making requests and actually having them listened to. It’s been such a long time since the pleasure was all mine.
Cord widens my legs and accurately angles his hips. He swaps his fingers for his cock and I moan when I feel him push all the way inside me.
I turn my head to face him and he captures my lips in an act of pure desperation. My tongue tastes him with just as much fervor as he thrusts in and out of me.
Groans and moans echo around the room as we continue to get lost in one another.
“I just want to live here,” he murmurs against my lips while bringing a finger to my throbbing clit. “I want to feel your pussy around me all day long.”
I whimper at just the idea of us having access to one another all day, every day. To having him inside me whenever I wanted, to be inundated with so much lust and so many feelings.
He rocks his hips, harder and faster, and I feel myself climbing that familiar peak.
“Cord,” I pant. “I… I… I”
“I know, baby. Let me get you there.”
With his fingers rolling my clit and teasing my nipples, and his cock relentlessly pounding into me, I feel myself fall off unimaginable heights of pleasure and dive right into an abyss I don’t ever want to come out of.
“There you go,” he soothes. His voice is so soft and relaxing, but his body is not.
He grabs himself out of me and orders, “Get on all fours.”
Even though I’m a little wobbly, I do as he says. When my ass is in the air, he slaps it and then slams into me from behind.
He grips my hips, stopping me from jerking forward, and relentlessly fucks me. It doesn’t take long for the need in my body to reignite and another orgasm to ripple through me. But this time, I feel Cord lose himself inside me. His cock pulsing, his come filling me up.
Any inhibitions either of us had, or any reservations between us, no longer exist. Each time we’re intimate, it’s more poignant and meaningful than the times before.
Still inside me, Cord softly presses his mouth on each shoulder and gently down my spine.
“Let me clean you up,” he says in between kisses.
And I do. For the first time in a long time, I let a man take care of me.
We’re tangled up together on the couch, sharing popcorn like high school lovers, and it reminds me of all the reasons being alone isn’t as fun as I initially thought it would be.
Cord has to go back to Ted’s tomorrow and I’m trying not to get caught up in my feelings about it.
Instead, I flip the focus of the night to Cord and his life before Merlot, hoping it provides the reminder I need to not let myself get attached to someone who’s going to leave.
And as he should, because what twenty-one-year-old wants to settle down in wine country with a thirty-three-year-old woman?
“Do you ever think of the night of your accident?” I ask him.
He stills at the question, not irritated or annoyed but more surprised. He finds the remote and presses pause on the movie.
“I definitely think about how stupid I was,” he answers. “Sometimes, I try to remember exactly why I got behind the wheel in the first place. Like, what compelled me to go along with something I know is dangerous?”
“You don’t seem like you have any answers to those questions,” I say sadly.
He shakes his head. “I don’t. But I feel lucky to be alive. Lucky to be here with you.”
I feel the same way but don’t elaborate, because there’s nothing more to say. Nothing more that can be said besides three little words that I can imagine myself saying to someone like Cord if we were given the time to be something more than a ‘summer fling’.
“Was it out of character for you to drink and drive?” I query.
A hint of shame appears on his face. “I’m a risk-taker. A go-getter by nature. So it’s not unusual for me to take a ride on the wild side and not think of the consequences.”
I concentrate on anything but him when I ask, “Is that what this is for you? A ride on the wild side, having sex with an older woman?”
“Pen.” I know he wants my attention. The nickname out of his mouth, comfortable and endearing. When he repeats my name, I look up at him. “What do you want this to be for me?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “I guess I just hope when you go back home that you’ll still remember me.” Because I don’t think I’ll ever forget you.
Cupping my cheeks, he brings my mouth to his. “You’re impossible to forget.”
He could be placating me or he could be telling the truth. Either way, I let those words sink beneath my skin and kiss him.
“You want to go again?” he asks.
I pull back and peer up at him. “You’re serious?”
“I thought I made it very clear how much sex we were going to have.”
“You did,” I assure him. “But I didn’t really expect your dick to actually deliver.”
“Oh, is that so?” he scoffs. He grabs one of my hands and brings it to his hardening dick. “Ready, each and every time, baby.” The smirk on his face is wicked and I absolutely love it.
I start to massage him when his hand stops me. “Want to go out for dessert?”
“Now?” I ask. “It won’t be worth it to drive out of town this late at night.”
“Why don’t we just have dessert in town.”
“Anyone could see us.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I know I’ve upset him.
“Is it such a big deal to be seen with me?”
“No, it’s just…”
“It’s just what?” he presses.
“Everyone will know what we’re doing together.”
“You think everyone doesn’t already know what we’re doing together? You think they don’t see me go into your store every fucking morning? I’m not buying clothes, Penelope.”
I try to ignore his logic, more infuriated by his accurate assessment of the situation. I guess in my mind, always eating out of town and sneaking into the shop before everything else opened up meant we were safe.
“And what if someone tells Ted,” I add, knowing someone will tell him. “What will we say to him?”
“How about trying the truth,” he deadpans.
I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Okay, how about we’re just two consenting adults enjoying each other’s company.”
It’s the truth and it’s simple, but it’s naive to think it will go down exactly like that. Without a problem. Without a hitch.
Choosing not to dwell on it, I give in. “You really want to go out for dessert?”
“I really want to take you out for dessert,” he clarifies. “I want you to dress up in one of those short dresses you wear. Slip into some heels and then let me feed you ice cream and seduce you with chocolate.”
“And then?”
“And then we’re going to come back home and I’m going to have you for dessert.” I press my legs together, already turned on by his verbal foreplay. “I’m going to fuck you into the early morning. Fuck you until you’re nothing but a quivering mess who can’t think of sex without thinking of me.”
“Do we really need to go out for dessert?” I ask breathlessly, my arousal evident in my voice.
He slaps my ass. “Yes. I promise the wait will be worth it.”
CORD
Leaving Penelope at work this morning to come to the station was difficult, but knowing I’m going back as soon as my shift ends helps. I’ve been walking around all day with a permanent smile on my face. For the first time ever, I’ve got the world by the balls and it feels amazing. Work is going well, I’m staying out of trouble, and I’m head over heels for Penelope. Life is everything I’ve always hoped it would be and more.
I don’t even miss being at the house I grew up in. My p
arents have made it clear they’re not going to have much to do with me. It makes me sad, especially that my mom is following my dad’s directives. I know no matter how upset she is with me, it’s not like her to not speak with me every few days. I can’t control how they act, so I’m focusing on what I need to and figuring out what makes me happy. And that’s spending time with Penelope.
I’m also really enjoying my time at the police station. Working there has solidified my plans to become a police officer. If I end up being in the Merlot Department, even better. I’ve come to love this place like it’s always been my home and I don’t want to leave, even when it’s time to return to school.
I finish mopping the bathroom floors and return the bucket and mop to the supply closet. I wander down the long hall and knock on the doorway to Lieutenant Gardner's office.
He lifts his eyes from his laptop screen. “Renner, what can I do for you?”
“Nothing at all. I just wanted to take a minute to thank you for giving me this opportunity. I love working here.” I smile.
“You’re a good toilet cleaner, that’s for sure. Maybe the best one we’ve had.” He grins. “It’s been a pleasure having you here. You’re a hard worker and you don’t complain. Both of those qualities are things I value in an employee.”
“Thank you, Lieutenant.” Pressing my lips together for a moment, I try to decide if I should voice my concerns or not. But if I don’t ask Lieutenant Gardner, I’ll probably never get the opportunity to ask anyone else. “If I finish college and don’t get into any more trouble, do you think it’s possible I’d be able to become a police officer?”
“It won’t be an easy path like it would be if you didn’t have a history of misbehaving, but it’s possible. Stay focused on your studies and keep your head down. You’ll do great.”
“Thank you, Lieutenant. I appreciate your honesty. I’m done for the night. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Night, Renner.”