by Mia Malone
***
Charlene
I couldn’t believe I’d just done what I’d done. Sure, I’d been thinking about it. A lot.
And sure, I was turned on in a way I hadn’t ever been in my life. I hadn’t had an orgasm from riding the bike the night before, but when I woke up early in the morning with a hand between my legs, I wished I had. I was so horny I could scream out of sheer frustration. I was also pretty sure Gibson knew this, and that it was what he’d planned.
So, yeah. I had decided that I’d probably take Gibson up on the offer to be friends with a few benefits, but I hadn’t planned to blurt it out like that. I had also not expected him to laugh, but he looked good, and I got those full-throated, down to the core happy laughs too rarely, so I watched him and enjoyed doing that.
When he stopped laughing, he pulled me even closer into his arms, and I felt a hand slide up under my tee to graze my ribs lazily.
“Just so I know what I’ve got to work with here; when you say you’re not good at it, what are we talking about?”
The breath hitched in my throat, and I felt a blush creep up my throat.
“You have toys, and I know you use them, so I know you make yourself come,” he murmured in my ear and added in a rumble which shot straight down beneath my jeans, “Bet I can make you come harder.”
“Uh,” I said and tried frantically to get a grip. This was not the way I’d imagined we’d do it. I’d thought we’d end the evening in his bed, like… I had no clue like what and realized yet again that I was so way out on deep waters with this man.
“What do you like, Lee?” he murmured, and I felt his hips move a little from side to side behind me.
“What?” I asked breathily.
“What’s your favorite position?”
I gasped again. Was he going to stand there in the middle of a crowded bar and talk about sex-details?
“I like to fuck in all kinds of ways, so just tell me, baby.”
Yes. Apparently, he was going to –
“I like it from behind, watching as I slide in and out, holding on to your hips. Like being on top, pounding into you until you come. You on my lap, riding me. My mouth between your legs. A quickie against the wall. You can have anything you want, Lee, and know I’ll like it.”
The way his short beard felt when he trailed his mouth down my throat caused tingles all over my body, and so did the feeling of his hard crotch against my behind as he ground it gently against me. There didn’t seem to be enough air in the room suddenly, and my lids dropped until they were half-mast. His hand was caressing me slowly and I tried frantically to come up with something, anything, to say when my eyes suddenly met Paddy’s across the bar. He grinned knowingly and winked but turned away and kept talking to Mac.
“So, Lee,” Gibson mumbled. “What do you like?”
“I don’t know,” I told him.
His arm twitched a little, but then his hand resumed its slow movement over my ribs.
“You don’t know?” he asked.
I thought about it and decided that I wouldn’t go into this thing we were starting as anything but me. Gathering all my courage, I twisted around until I stood in his arms and got up until my mouth was at his ear.
“I think I’d like it when I don’t have to tell you what to do,” I whispered. “When you tell me what to do.”
His whole body went rock hard, and I lowered my gaze. Had that been the wrong thing to say?
“Jesus,” I heard him rasp out hoarsely, and my eyes flew to his.
His face had hardened, and his eyes darkened in a way I knew it had not in any way been the wrong thing to say. His fingers dug into my hips, and I saw a small muscle work in his jaw.
“We’re leaving,” he grunted abruptly, turned and stalked out of the bar, pulling me along after him.
“Gibson, my purse.”
“Leaving,” he growled and kept walking.
We didn’t say a word during the short drive, and then we were home. Gibson closed the front door softly and watched me. I didn’t know what to do so I watched him in silence.
“You think you’ll like it when I tell you what to do?” he asked hoarsely.
“Maybe,” I whispered.
“So, if I told you to get on your knees and suck me off?” he said in a kind of question.
“Right now?” I breathed.
The thought of doing that right there in his hallway sent a shiver through me, and he must have seen it because his eyes turned even hotter.
“Right now,” he said.
I felt wetness pool between my legs, and then I went down on my knees in front of him and unbuttoned his jeans, watching his face grow hard with desire as I popped each button open.
The rustle of his clothes was the only thing I heard, and then a soft, hoarse, “Lee…” as I pulled out his cock.
It was long and wide, and rock hard.
He made another sound when I opened my mouth to let my tongue slide from the base and all the way to the tip, holding his gaze as I opened my mouth wider to take him inside. I hadn’t don’t it in a very long time, and never with one his size, so it should have felt awkward, but it didn’t. I liked the taste of him and how his lips parted a little when I let my tongue swirl around the tip. He put one of his hands in my hair and guided my pace, pushing gently but not so I choked, and when I sucked harder, he tilted his head back and groaned loudly.
“You’re like a fucking fantasy, Lee,” he said and pulled gently at my hair until I let go of him. “Not gonna come in your mouth the first time, baby. Bedroom.”
He shuffled me in front of him up the stairs and into his room, sliding his hands along my sides, bringing the top up and then it went sailing down the stairs behind us. Then my bra came off. My jeans. And finally, he slid my panties down my legs, and I was naked.
“Lie down,” he murmured and moved us toward the bed where he leaned over me, pulled my arms up and put our joined hands by the headboard.
“Hold on, Lee. Don’t let go.”
My breath hitched again, but I grabbed the slats.
“Okay?” he murmured, and I nodded. “Okay,” he repeated.
As I watched, he went to the foot of the bed and pulled his shirt up over his head. His jeans were still unbuttoned, and I could see the bulge in his briefs. He was gorgeous.
“Spread your legs, baby,” he said.
I hesitated, feeling self-conscious because he would get a very good view of me if I did. He must have sensed it because his face softened, but he leaned forward and gently moved my feet apart.
“I’ll make it good for you, babe. Now spread your legs for me.”
When he let go of me, I kept moving until I was fully exposed to him. His breaths had become raspy, and he adjusted himself but didn’t remove his clothes like I thought he would. Instead, he moved slowly toward me, put two big hands on my thighs and lowered his head.
Then he slid his tongue over me.
“Pretty,” he murmured, and I felt his beard against the inside of my thigh when he did.
“So pretty,” he said and began working me in earnest, alternating between flicking my clit with his tongue and sucking it.
I moaned, and he moved back a little, which made me moan again, this time in protest.
“I’ll make it good for you, Lee,” he repeated. “So good.”
Then he started again and kept at me until I was trashing my head back and forth, every breath pushing a hoarse sound up my throat.
When I felt two fingers slide inside and start pumping, it crashed down on me. I came, groaning loudly as the waves washed over me in hot gushes.
It had taken him less than five minutes to get me there which was a little embarrassing, but I also felt amazing so when my breaths slowed down, I raised my head to smile at him.
“Wow,” I murmured.
“Hold on,” he said, and instead of pulling his pants off and getting on top of me as I’d
expected him to, he moved his mouth over me again.
I was sensitive to his touch, but the gentle flicks of the tip of his tongue made my insides quiver, and soon I was groaning again. When I was about to come, he pulled back a few seconds, and then he started building it again. He did this over and over until I lost track of how many times he’d re-started and the only things I could focus on were the slats I was holding on to and his mouth between my legs.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please what?”
“I want -”
My plea was cut short when he latched on and sucked hard, and then he let go.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“You.”
“What do you want, Lee?” he murmured and slid his tongue over me.
I knew what he wanted me to say, so I gave it to him, and said hoarsely, “Your cock, Gibson. Please.”
“Good, baby. You’ll get it,” he grunted. “Now come for me.”
He used his hands to spread me even more open to him and moved his mouth and tongue until I came again, saying his name hoarsely, over and over.
While I came down, I heard him get out of his jeans and then the bed was moving.
“Keep your hold, Lee. I’m gonna fuck you now.”
I opened my eyes and saw him, on his knees between my legs. He was stroking his cock slowly with one hand, and I grinned at him.
“Okay,” I said.
He slowly guided himself toward me, and slid the tip inside, rocking a little but not moving further.
“Gib,” I whimpered, wanting him to move faster, harder.
“I’m big. Have to go slow,” he grunted and pushed in a little bit.
Then he pulled back, and in again, a little more each time until he was seated to the root and I was so turned on again I was shaking.
“Fuck me, Gibson,” I murmured, and tried to move my hips to make him move. “Can I let go of the slats?”
“Come for me again first.”
He leaned forward and moved faster, pushing against my clit with each thrust, and I couldn’t believe it was happening. I’d never come just from a cock moving inside me, but then I did, shuddering and moaning into his ear, releasing the slats to dig my fingers into his shoulders. He suddenly arched back, grunting louder with each thrust and then he came too, groaning hoarsely until he’d finished emptying himself and sank down on top of me, breathing heavily.
“Shit,” he murmured. “Had planned for that to take a whole lot longer, babe.”
I didn’t share that I’d probably died if it did. Instead, I smiled and let my hands slide down his back.
“I’ve never done that before.”
He moved a little to the side, leaning on his elbow but still remaining on me, and in me.
“Done what?”
His face was soft with lazy satisfaction and his eyes full of sweet laughter.
“Come from just your… you know.”
His grin widened, and he leaned down a little.
“No, Lee. I don’t know. You came just from my…”
I started giggling but whispered the word he wanted to hear in his ear, which made him laugh softly.
“Babe,” he murmured and turned his head. “We didn’t even kiss.”
He was right, we hadn’t, and when his lips touched my mouth, and his tongue slid inside to tease mine, I smiled again.
“I wanted to make you scream,” he mumbled between kisses.
“I’m not a screamer,” I told him.
“We’ll see about that.”
Oh. Oh, wow.
He didn’t move away, and we kept kissing. Then one of his hands cupped my breast and started playing with the nipple until it was hard. When his mouth moved down my neck, I shivered a little, and his hand slowly went down over my hip. Then he pulled my leg up into the crook of his arm. This made him slide deeper inside, and he frowned.
“Jesus,” he grunted.
“What?” I asked, wondering why he had that strange look on his face suddenly.
“I’m not fifteen,” he muttered.
“I know,” I said because I did.
“This doesn’t happen when you’re fifty-five.”
“What?”
“This,” he murmured with a wicked grin.
When he started moving, I realized he was rock-hard again.
***
Gibson
He woke up slowly, moving his hand gently over Lee’s side. His cock was hard, which was its normal state in the morning, but it still surprised him after the night before. Going twice like that hadn’t happened since… he couldn’t even remember when he’d last pulled something like that off. At least he’d made it last a little longer the second time and had wrung another three orgasms out of Lee before he came again. She’d barely moved when he turned her into his side, and he’d fallen asleep immediately, holding her tight to his chest.
Remembering how she sounded made him grind his hips softly into her naked behind. The mewling sounds as it built in her. The flush of warmth up her chest and over her cheeks. How her eyes got blurry and unfocused when she came.
Slowly he pulled her knee up toward her chest and let his fingers slide over her pussy from behind. Yeah, he thought when she made a soft mewling sound in her sleep. Just like that. He kept teasing her clit, working her until he felt the wetness and slid a finger inside. She arched her back and tilted her hips toward him, giving him better access.
“Baby,” he murmured. “You sore?”
“No,” she whispered.
“Sure?”
“God, yes,” she replied, and he grinned.
Then he frowned and stopped moving, unable to believe what he was about to do. Again.
He hadn’t put on a condom, and he hadn’t done it the evening before either.
He’d forgotten.
Forgetting protection had never, ever, not once happened in his whole life.
His first son had been the case of a broken condom. His other two boys had been deliberate efforts to make his second wife pregnant.
“What’s the matter?” she murmured when he didn’t move.
“I didn’t protect you last night, baby,” he said quietly.
She understood immediately, stiffened and turned her head a little to glance at him.
“Was it needed?”
“I’m clean,” he said immediately. “Get tested regularly, always cover up. I’m sorry, Lee, can’t believe it happened, but I forgot.”
She exhaled and said quietly, “I got tested after Bob. Can’t have children.”
Can’t have children? There was a lot behind that simple sentence to ask about, but she turned her face away and ground her hips into his crotch, so he didn’t.
“You’re okay with me going bare?” he asked hoarsely instead.
He’d done it the evening before, and perhaps that was why he’d come hard enough to almost bust a blood vessel somewhere in his brain. Twice. The thought of being inside her again, with nothing covering him, made his pulse quicken. When he saw her nod, he raised himself on an elbow, slid inside with a hoarse groan and started pumping slowly, resuming the movements of his fingers over her clit.
When he felt her pussy quiver around him and heard her low moan, he let go and came too. It wasn’t the wild, hot release from last night. It was softer, and oddly soothing, so he stayed inside her afterward, holding her and wondering why it suddenly felt as if he was in way over his head with this woman.
Chapter Nine
Charlene
I was swaying my hips to the country song on the radio, singing along with the part of the lyrics I knew, which was mostly the chorus and mostly a repeat of the words, “I got this.”
The cake I was working on was another birthday cake with a princess theme.
“I got this,” I hummed and moved the piping-tip slowly to create lacey-looking white lines. “I got this,” I repeated, and stepped back to
survey the creation in front of me. I’d pushed the top of a Barbie-doll into a dome-shaped cake which I’d covered with a thin layer of fondant to make it look like a skirt. It was a design I’d found on the internet when Maddie Alvarez’ cousin had asked for a princess cake, and I’d decided to give it a go. It looked surprisingly good, and I only had some more thin lines of white frosting and some store-bought flowers made out of sugar to add.
“I got this,” I finished singing, and wiped off my hands as I took a step back to look at the cake.
“If you don’t cut it out with the smugness, Lee, I will fire you,” Jenny said calmly from her place over by the pots and pans where she was plating food.
I grinned at her and wiggled my brows.
“What can I say?” I asked with a shrug.
“Preferably nothing,” she retorted, but I saw the grin on her face before she turned away to sprinkle parsley on top of two plates filled with mashed potato and her famous pulled brisket.
She’d picked them up when her phone started ringing, but I moved toward her.
“My back hurts, so I need a break,” I said. “Let me take the plates out, and you can answer that.”
“Thanks,” she said and looked at the phone. “Couple at the end of the counter.”
I heard her talking quietly on the phone as I walked out to hand a sweet elderly couple their lunches. I ended up chatting with the woman for a while, about where they could find gifts to bring home and how lovely the area was this time of the year. Officially, I wasn’t a waitress, but in the past weeks, I’d sort of slid into the hustle and bustle of the diner, and somewhere between Jenny and me we just seemed to do whatever had to be done. The place was busy, and we really needed another waitress, or even more – another cook. Jenny was working too long hours, I thought.
“Okay, sure, I’ll do that. Yeah, you take care too,” I heard her say when I got back into the kitchen.
She was frowning, but there was a hint of worry on her face too.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said slowly. “Maybe nothing at all, but –” she paused and sighed. “Maybe it’s nothing, Lee, but do you remember when you first got here? My other part-timer had just left – Joanie?”