She grabs fistfuls of my shirt and buries her face in my shoulder. She’s so hot, her skin like flame, her * a furnace. My hand is covered in her slick juices, and I feel like she’s going to break my wrist when she jerks and her legs snap together around my hand.
I turn her around so I can grind my cock in her ass while I finger-bang her. She gives me a wicked look over her shoulder, shifts, and grinds her butt against me while I slip my other hand up and cup her breast, squeeze as she pitches forward, curling up around my hand, her legs shaking, one shoe dangling off her quivering foot.
Her whole body is coiled up like a spring that’s about to snap, and then she does, bucking back against me, crying out before she tries to stifle herself, loses it, cries out again. Her * is so tight, I just want to rip her clothes off and shove myself inside her right now until I come over and over, grab her hips, and make her take me to the root and empty my balls in her.
Panting, she collapses against me.
I pull my hand loose and press my fingers to her lips. Without hesitation she sucks, and when I feel her hot lips wrapped around my finger and the suction on the tip, I can only think of how I want her to swallow my cock and look up at me with those big blue eyes and adore me while I blow a load down her throat. She licks my whole hand clean, turns around in my lap, and kisses me hard, her lips salty.
Her butt hits the horn and it beeps, and she jerks back, shocked.
“I-I-I-I need to get home,” she stammers, shaking.
She slips off me, all the way across the bench. Sweaty and shaking, she stuffs her blouse back down and looks at me, confused and flushed.
“Are you okay?”
She adjusts herself and sits in the seat. “I’m sorry I, uh, bit you.”
“Anytime.”
I roll back through the drive-through and order three Happy Meals. The big kid will probably want two of them. I request girl toys.
Rose takes the bags, her fingers brushing mine.
“Was this a date?” she says.
“I don’t know. Was it?”
“I don’t know.”
When we pull into the driveway, the kids are at the window, watching us. Being a gentleman, I get out and walk her up to the door.
“Hurry inside.”
I manage to resist the urge to smack her ass.
“Uh, see you in the morning,” she says weakly. “Ride?”
“Yeah, you can ride me anytime you want.”
“I mean I want to ride you to work. A ride to work. You know what I mean.”
“Yeah,” I sigh.
I plant a kiss right on her lips.
She blinks a few times before she opens the door and walks inside. The kids are still at the window, staring at me like I just stepped out of a flying saucer that landed on their lawn.
It’s a little silly to drive back to my house. I should have just parked there and walked her over. I’ll do that next time.
Goddamn it, Quent. There can’t be a next time. What the fuck are you doing? This is crazy. You’re going to get her killed.
I roll into my garage. The garage door rumbles down and I head over to the computer.
Let’s see what Burt’s been up to. I’m feeling frisky.
6
Rose
To my surprise, Karen claims two of the Happy Meals for herself, or at least the food, devouring the cheeseburgers. Kelly ends up with the toys, and that works for me. They eat in the kitchen and then I bundle them off to bed as quickly as I can, and stumble into the bathroom then tumble into the shower.
I’m still shaking. I can’t remember the last time I came that hard… And I bit him. I feel weird just thinking about it, floaty. I try to wash it away with hot water, but I can still feel his fingers inside my eager body. My skin is tight and hot all over, like I’m glowing.
I’m full, too. I feel like I swallowed a cow.
This shower is turning into a bath. I nudge the lever over and lower myself into the steaming water as it rises up around my legs, lean back, and let it fill the tub, the heat drawing into my muscles as the water swirls up around my shoulders. I nudge the faucet closed with my food and lie in it, breathing in the steam.
That was…interesting.
I didn’t think I could feel that way about a man anymore. Things were chilly with Russel toward the end, even before I learned about the affair. That time when I was infatuated with him feels like a story someone told me, a happy tale about another person. Not part of my life.
I knew from the start that Quentin was attracted to me. I mean, it was obvious from the way he was looking at me after I got soaked by the damned hose. I’m not stupid. It was only tonight that I started to like it. It’s nice to feel admired, and he doesn’t send any mixed signals. I can wiggle my butt a little and still feel his cock grinding against me.
When the water goes cold I rise, wincing. I’m too young to be stiff all the time. I’m only thirty-four. I step out and look at myself. My stomach isn’t as flat as it was when I was younger, and I’m a little heavier, but it doesn’t matter. I feel sexy, and twist my hips and blow a kiss at the mirror.