Age Gap Romance: Best of Penny Wylder

by Penny Wylder

  “That’s too bad. Was it the pizza? Should I be concerned?”

  I shake my head. “No, it wasn’t the pizza. I’m not sure what it is. I figured I’d just take a nap and see if it helps.” I am really tired and the idea of curling up in my bed is beyond appealing.

  “Okay,” she says as I hang up my coat. “Do you want some tea?”

  “Maybe later.”

  She nods, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen. “Let me know.” Then she frowns. “You weren’t wearing that earlier, were you?”

  Shit. I’m still wearing Tristan’s sweatshirt and I forgot. “Oh. No. I spilled something on myself in the lab, and Tristan offered to let me wear it.”

  “He’s a good man,” Mom says, smiling.

  “Yeah, he is.” Though I wonder if she would still be saying that if she knew that he just took my virginity and fucked me senseless.

  I escape into the basement before I have to tell any more lies. I don’t love lying to my parents, but for now, I have to. I’m not going to mess this up before it’s even started.

  The basement of our house is my apartment. When my parents re-did it a few years ago they offered it to me since it’s a separate living more appropriate for an adult. And it’s been perfect up until now. But I need to get out of here. I can’t imagine sneaking around with Tristan while still living with my parents, and if we really are going to be together, we’re going to need space.

  Right now, though, my brain is filled with post-sex fog and there’s nothing more I want than to go to sleep. I kick off my shoes and my skirt so that I’m wearing nothing more than my underwear and Tristan’s sweatshirt. It seems fitting, and like hell am I going to take it off. I slip into sleep surrounded by that perfect, comforting scent.

  6

  Tristan

  In the whirlwind of everything that happened yesterday I almost forgot that it was Friday. It seems strange to have a day off from work so quickly after starting a new job, but I could really use the day to get some progress made on the unpacking.

  The only problem is that I have no desire to do any unpacking whatsoever. All I want to do is to see Nicola. She’s all I can think about. She haunted my dreams with the memory of her perfect body and the sounds she made, and every time I remember sinking into that perfect pussy I’m hard instantly. And this moment is no exception.

  Nicola is everything. The fact that she actually waited for me, and I was the first man—the only man—to ever feel her brings me to my knees. Her pleasure is so honest and beautiful, and her pussy feels like white-hot heaven. I’m a fucking idiot for ever waiting to be with her. But I have to live with that. I had my reasons for leaving, and I needed that time to get over myself even if I’ll always regret the lost time.

  The memory of Nicola coming on my cock, head thrown back and eyes closed, has me reaching under the covers. But there might be a better way to do this. It’s Saturday, and Nicola might not be doing anything this morning. I’m sure that we can find some excuse to spend the day together. And if we’re together, I’m tasting her again. I’m fully addicted and don’t mind admitting it.

  I reach over and grab my cell phone, finding the chain of text messages from the past couple days. It’s still early, but I can’t wait to talk to her. If she answers me.

  Hey beautiful. You awake yet?

  It’s only a couple minutes before I see the typing symbol and my heart leaps in my chest like a goddamn teenager.

  I am now, but I don’t mind.

  She sends a laughing emoji too.

  Couldn’t stop thinking about you. Sorry if I woke you.

  An immediate response.

  If I’d stayed over, I’m guessing that you would have woken me up a different way.

  Fuck. I want that. I want her here next to me where I can do exactly what she’s talking about. The idea of waking Nicola up by having my head between her legs is incredibly hot.

  Yes, I would have.

  What would you have done?

  The question stops me in my tracks for a second.

  Nicola Thompson, are you flirting with me?

  Maybe.

  This is the Nicola I remember. Funny and flirty and perfectly at ease no matter what she’s doing.

  You’d already have been halfway to coming all over my tongue by the time you were fully awake.

  Mmm. That sounds nice.

  A moment, and then,

  I’m still wearing your hoodie. It smells like you.

  I can’t keep my hands off my cock. It’s straining against my boxers and if I don’t touch it, it feels like it might fall off. Shoving down the boxers so I can reach, I stroke myself, imagining Nicola in just my hoodie and nothing else, smiling up at me while she touches that perfect pink pussy.

  I manage to type out a text one-handed.

  Hell. I was trying to turn you on and you’re doing it to me.

  I would hope so. That was the goal.

  Fuck. The feeling of my cock in my hand is so good. Partially because I know that it’s Nicola that’s causing this erection.

  I had plans to make up a reason for us to spend the day together. So we could do this in person.

  We can do that too, but in the meantime.

  The phone suddenly vibrates in my hand, and Nicola’s name pops up on the screen. I answer it. “Hello, beautiful.”

  “Hi.” Her voice is still hazy with sleep and that only makes me harder. “What are you doing?”

  I groan into the phone. “I’m sure you can guess.”

  A girlish giggle hits my ear. “Poor Dash. Too turned on to think.”

  “When it comes to you? Of course.” Just her voice is bringing me closer, and I stroke myself faster. “Are you touching yourself?”

  There’s a shy hesitation on the other end of the line, but a quiet answer. “Yes.”

  “Fuck. Tell me what it feels like.”

  I love the sound of her breath in my ear, and I’m determined to make it possible for us to wake up together soon. I don’t like doing this over the phone. “I woke up wet,” she says softly. “And I want you. I’m sore from getting fucked by your cock, and I still want more.”

  “Jesus.” I know that’s she’s phrasing it like that to turn me on, and it’s working. I laugh softly. “For a recent virgin you’re good at the dirty talk.”

  She laughs too, though her breath betrays her. She is touching herself. “I may have been a virgin until yesterday, but I’m not innocent. I watched enough porn to know things. And every time I imagined that it was me and you.”

  I squeeze the base of my cock, trying to delay the inevitable, because my orgasm is coming way too fast. I do feel like a teenager again when it comes to Nicola. Even though I’ve got twenty years on her, I can’t get enough. “You’re going to have to show me your favorites.”

  “Never.” That answer is like a reflex, and I laugh.

  “Oh yeah,” I say. “I told you, I want to know your fantasies.”

  “But that’s so embarrassing,” she says, breath growing short.

  “Baby,” I say, “you’re stroking your clit right now and I’m about to listen to you come in my ear. And I’m so close that I’m about to explode all over my sheets.”

  “And?” she breathes.

  “And after that, knowing what porn you like to watch seems tame.”

  She doesn’t say anything, but I can hear her moan.

  “You don’t have to tell me now,” I say. “But I want you to imagine it.”

  “Right now?”

  “Yes. Picture it. You and me in whatever dirty position you saw. Imagine me taking you just like that. Raw and dirty. You’re going to scream my name.”

  “Oooooh.” The word is elongated, and I can’t see a damn thing anymore. I’m imagining us too. Imagining us in every position that’s fucking possible. I want to take her from behind in the kitchen while she holds on to the countertop. I want to have her ride me, and watch those perfect tits bounce up and down as she takes my cock until
she’s screaming.

  I want to have her on her knees with her lips wrapped around my shaft, and to spread her ass and take that first, as well. There’s a thousand different ways I want to take her, and they’re all playing through my mind, a list that I don’t think will ever end, even if we’re together for the rest of our lives.

  “Shit,” she curses. “I’m so close.”

  I move my hand faster, giving in to the pleasure that’s gathering in my shaft and spreading to my balls. “Imagine I’m there,” I instruct her, my voice hard. “Imagine that it’s my hand making you come.”

  “Oh god,” her voice morphs into nothing but sound as her orgasm overtakes her. I’m right there with her, letting the pleasure spread and feeling lightning sprint down my spine. Light flashes behind my eyes and I curse loudly while I come, stroking myself through the pleasure.

  It feels amazing. Even jerking off is better with Nicola, and one-hundred percent worth the mess. “You still there?” I ask when I’ve recovered enough to speak.

  “Barely.”

  I chuckle, stretching in that post-orgasm haze. “I want to see you. Let me take you to breakfast.”

  “I’d like that. Besides, after everything, I forgot that my car is still at the office. So it would be good to pick that up.”

  “I can be at your place in ten minutes.”

  I can practically hear her smiling. “It’ll take me longer than that to get ready, but come over. We’ll just be quiet—my parents either sleep in or work in their offices upstairs on Saturday mornings.”

  It seems like a risk, but at this point it’s one I’m willing to take. “I’ll be there soon.”

  After I hang up, it only takes a minute or two for me to clean myself up and throw some clothes on. I’m thanking my past self for deciding to take a shower last night so that I can get out the door quickly.

  Leighton City has always been sleepy early on Saturday mornings, and today is no exception. So there are almost no cars on the roads, and I barely have to think in order to get to the Thompsons’ house. I’ve been here so many times it’s practically like driving to my own house.

  But it does feel strange coming here knowing that I’m going to be avoiding Bruce and Valerie. I push thoughts of them aside. Every time I’ve tried to imagine the conversation where I tell them about Nicola and me, I draw a blank because I have no idea what their reaction will be.

  I park a block down the street, feeling a little paranoid. I don’t want either of them to look outside and see my car and wonder why I’m here. Especially if I don’t even say hello to them. I pull out my phone.

  Is there a window that I should be sneaking through?

  She texts me back right away.

  Ha. The front door will be fine.

  I walk up to the front door, but I don’t knock or ring the doorbell. A minute later I hear footsteps and the door opens to Nicola. She’s wearing short pajama shorts and my sweatshirt. She grins. “I was doing my make-up. Haven’t gotten dressed yet.”

  It doesn’t matter that I’ve already come this morning, the sight of her in my hoodie and those infernal fucking shorts has me hard as a rock again. “That’s a good thing,” I say, “because I think I’m about to tear those shorts off you.”

  Nicola looks behind her, and grabs my hand. “Come in. Not here.”

  I know where Nicola’s room has always been. The Thompsons have lived in this house for as long as I’ve known them, so I’m surprised when she takes me to the basement stairs and closes the door behind us. “Why the basement?”

  “Oh,” she says, guiding me downward, “I live here now. The basement got renovated a few years ago. My old room is now Mom’s office.”

  The basement really does look different. More like an apartment than the empty rec room it used to be. And for a basement, it’s stylish too. Cool colors and some gorgeous art pieces decorate the walls, and I can tell just by looking that each piece of furniture has been carefully selected.

  Through an open door I can see her bedroom—the bed still unmade from when she laid there and touched herself for me. But I don’t think that we’re going to make it that far.

  I grab her arm and turn her toward me, crushing her against my body before taking her mouth. Nicola’s body goes pliant against mine, and I hold her even closer, letting my hands drift down to her ass and squeezing. “I want you to know,” I say when I force myself to release her lips, “that I do want to take you to breakfast. I do want to talk with you and catch up with you. This is not just sexual. But fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”

  “Believe me,” she says, “I’m not offended that you want to fuck me, Tristan. I just got started. I want everything.”

  I kiss her again, tilting her face up to mine so the kiss is deeper. “Perfect.”

  “It’s better down here, but we’ll still have to be quiet. This place isn’t soundproof.”

  “Noted.”

  She grins. “That was more of a warning for you.”

  “What?” But before I even fully get the word out, she’s sinking to her knees. If I wasn’t already hard, I would be now. “Nicola,” I say, trying to keep my voice quiet. “You don’t have to do that. You don’t need to feel pressured.”

  Her expression is incredulous. “Are you kidding me? I want to do this. I wanted to do this before I told you how I felt, and I’ve been thinking about it for years, before I’d ever seen your cock.” She unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down, freeing the monster. “And now that I’ve seen it, I want to even more.”

  Fuck.

  Having Nicola on her knees in front of me is a vision. Especially since she’s wearing my sweatshirt. It’s slipped a little to the side, the larger neck allowing me to have a glimpse of her collarbone and cleavage. The way she’s looking up at me, and then at my cock with awe, like I’m the best thing she’s ever seen is both moving and incredibly hot.

  Reaching out with her fingers, she brushes my shaft, and just that tiny movement makes me shiver. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispers. “I mean…I’ve seen it, so I’ve got an idea. But I’m afraid that I won’t be good at it.”

  My voice is rough when I speak. “I’m pretty sure that you’ll be amazing at it.”

  Softly, she presses her lips to the tip of my cock, barely kissing is and tasting it with her tongue. “I want you to show me. Tell me what you like so I can make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

  If she keeps talking like that I’m not going to last long enough to teach her anything. “Start with your tongue,” I say. “Lick my cock like it’s the best fucking ice cream cone you’ve ever tasted.”

  Nicola’s eyes are bright with interest, and I can see already that she’s going to approach this with the same scientific and creative mind that she brings to creating her amazing flavors in the lab. She does as I ask, tongue darting out to taste me again.

  At first she’s hesitant, just flicking my skin with her tongue. But then she starts to drag it across me in longer strokes. Up and down, and around. She works her way down to the base, and her eyes flick up to mine, filled with smiles.

  She’s so close to my balls right now that I want her to taste them too. But we’ll get to that soon enough. She follows my instructions completely—Nicola is licking me like an ice cream cone, and when she reaches the head, I speak again. “Right underneath the head of my cock is the sweet spot.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  I nod. “Fireworks.”

  She licks right where I told her to and I have to close my eyes. She’s a fucking natural and she’s going to break me. Over and over she licks that spot with a grin on her face, knowing that she’s driving me crazy. God, I love this woman. She’s on her knees with my cock in her mouth and it looks like she couldn’t be happier.

  “Now,” I say, “suck me. Take me in as far as you can. Use that suction on the side of my shaft. Go back to the tongue and mix it up. All of it.”

  “Yes, Dash.”

  She’s saying that b
ecause she knows it makes me hard when she calls me that.

  The first moments inside her mouth are heaven. I think I’m having an out-of-body experience. Her sweet lips wrap around my shaft, and already I can tell that her mouth is stretching. It’s fucking hot.

  How far will she be able to take me?

  God, I want her to take all of me. A graphic image of Nicola fills my mind, spread out on the bed, hanging off the edge as I work myself into her throat until her lips are touching my stomach. Hell, yes.

  She sucks me deeper, just experimenting with how much of me she can fit into her mouth. And when she uses her tongue too? Shit. “Nicola, let me assure you that you are very good at this.”

  “Then I can only get better,” she says before gliding her mouth down the side of me, sucking and licking at my skin like it’s dripping with honey. Which wouldn’t be a terrible idea.

  Reaching out, I tangle my hand into her hair, gripping it lightly. She surrenders to my control as I guide her mouth off my cock and to my balls. “Open,” I tell her quietly, and she does, sucking them into her mouth without even hesitating.

  Oh my god. My fingers tighten in her hair and I hold her still, letting her suck my balls as hard as she dares. One and then the other. She pauses briefly. “That feels good?”

  “You have no fucking idea.”

  Just those words have her taking them into her mouth, sucking them harder and lapping at them with her tongue. Spirals of pleasure echo up through me, and my cock jerks. I’m so hard and ready that it feels like I’m going to burst. But like hell if I’m going to let this end. Even if every pull of her mouth on my balls sends off another explosion of ecstasy behind my eyes.

  Nicola doesn’t need instructions from me anymore. She’s lit up from within, and the fact that she’s taking such joy from this is just fucking mind-blowing. Aside from the fact that does have a natural gift for this. Sucking my head between her lips, she dives down my length, taking way more of me inside than I actually expected her too. She gets so far down that I actually curse.