by M. A. Innes
Something about seeing me naked while he was still clothed turned us both on. When I’d asked him about it, he’d just smiled and said he’d tell me if I really wanted to know. I had a feeling I already knew the answer, but I’d stopped questioning it.
Noah was sweet and sexy and curious as hell when it came to exploring things in the bedroom. Sometimes I felt like I was holding him back, but then he’d give me that look of his and I’d know there wasn’t anyone else he wanted to be with.
Settling down on the bed beside him, I stroked over his chest and down his sculpted abs to his pants. Noah was doing his best not to beg or demand I go faster, but I could see the desperation building. When I finally released the button on his pants and started to work the zipper over his cock, relief seemed to flood through him.
Not that he’d get to come yet.
He knew that, though. Noah lifted his hips automatically as I worked the pants and the tiny briefs he was wearing down just far enough to free his erection. Wrapping my fingers around his hard length, I stroked him slowly in a tight grip.
“You know this is what I want, don’t you?” My thumb caressed over the head of his cock before my hand twisted and stroked back down. “You’re going to wait to come until I’m ready, aren’t you?”
Muscles tightened and bulged under his clothes, and for just a moment I wanted nothing more than to strip him off and run my hands over his body. That would come later, though. At that moment, I knew what he wanted.
Noah gave a slow nod like he was fighting to make his brain work and get the words out. “Yes. Always.”
What had he been watching?
He shouldn’t have been anywhere near this turned on, but it was addicting to see. If he weren’t so close, I might have played with him more or even gone down on him, pressing him for hints about what he’d been doing, but I knew that desperate look on his face. If I did that, he’d end up frustrated because he’d come too soon, and he’d probably give up the secret just to please me.
Either one would be upsetting to him, so I forced myself to slowly release his cock.
As I watched him shake and strain, I reached for the lube. His entire body shivered as the dirty sound echoed in the quiet room. Chuckling, I knelt up beside him and reached around my back as I kept my eyes trained right on his.
He knew the moment my fingers breached my ass. Even without being able to see what I was doing, he moaned and his cock jerked as I started to ready my ass for his cock. He wasn’t monstrous, but he was proportionate for his body, so that was ample enough.
One finger was easy, but when I quickly added a second, I moaned at the slight burn. I knew how to relax the muscles, but there was something about that flash of heat and pain before it gave way to pleasure that I absolutely loved. I’d had lovers before who’d constantly fought with me about how much stretching I needed.
They just hadn’t understood how incredible it felt.
Noah had never argued. He’d never told me he knew best or that what he wanted was better. He’d listened to everything I’d wanted and then had shyly shared his own desires once he’d realized how much I needed to hear them.
When I knew I was ready for three, I eased my fingers out and reached for the lube again. Squirting out a little more, I smiled as Noah’s dick jerked and he shivered. As I started fucking myself slowly on my fingers, I finally closed my eyes and just surrendered to the pleasure.
I moaned and my cock bobbed as the burn rushed through me. Hearing Noah’s little sounds and imagining how good it would feel in just moments made it almost impossible to pull my fingers out again. But when I opened my eyes and saw Noah’s body straining and his precum-slicked cock so ready for me, I knew that would be even better.
Wrapping my fingers around his cock, spreading the last of the lube, I smiled wickedly as he moaned and tried to thrust up for more. When I started to chuckle and swung my leg over his hips to straddle him, he stilled, watching every movement with almost panicked desperation.
He hadn’t been this desperate since I’d plugged him with the vibrating dildo and had ridden him with a cock ring around the base of his dick. It’d been part of his birthday present, and by the end of the night, he’d come so hard he’d almost passed out.
Leaning down, I kissed him slowly and tenderly as his cock nudged against my entrance. When I finally pulled away from his full lips, I reached back and positioned his dick at my hole before sinking down in one long, slow movement.
The pleasure had us both gasping—me as the burn of the stretch fired through me and him as my body tightened around him. As I rolled my hips and the last of the painful pleasure faded, Noah gulped for air like he was finishing the last leg of a marathon.
When the fullness wasn’t enough, and the pain had faded, I gripped his shoulders to steady myself and started to slowly rise off his cock. He moaned and shook as I worked his dick as I rose. When he was still barely inside me, I slid down again in a rush of pleasure as the pain hit me again.
Fuck.
He was perfect. It felt like he was even longer and harder than usual.
Noah was deep inside me as I started to grind my hips and rub his cock against my prostate. It wouldn’t be enough to make me come, but it was incredible.
“God...you’re so...Tobias, you’re just...” Noah’s words kept getting cut off as he moaned and made sexy noises for me, but I could see the desire and love in his eyes as he watched me ride him. My memory flashed back to his birthday, and I recalled the fire that had run through him when I’d come on his cock and he hadn’t been able to orgasm yet.
I’d had one brief moment where I’d worried he’d gotten frustrated, but then that fire had turned into molten desire as I’d streaked cum over his chest.
Jumping back to the present, I brought one hand to his nipple and started teasing him as I fucked myself faster. His cries of pleasure as I tugged and twisted his sensitive bud spurred me faster and I finally gave in.
Tilting myself forward, I rode him harder and moaned as the head of his dick nudged my prostate. I smiled down at him, loving the need and desperation on his face as he saw me getting closer and closer.
“If you weren’t tied up, I’d let you jerk me off.” I moaned again as I sank down faster and harder, causing his cock to slam into my prostate. Stars shot through me, and we both knew I was close. “You could have...played with my dick...I’m so close just one tug would send...me over...”
Words were hard as the pleasure built. Noah was a needy mess of desire and a frantic urge to come, but he was waiting for me. The fastest way to send him over the edge was to feel my orgasm running through me. He said it was like I pulled it right from his body every time as the muscles clenched around him.
Just thinking about the way his cock would fill me with cum had me reaching for my dick. Noah started to shake as he watched me frantically tug my cock. Two...three...I lost track of the strokes as the pleasure burst and my orgasm crashed over me.
As I writhed on him and tried to wring every drop of pleasure I could from his cock, I felt him jerk inside me, and he cried out as he came. Frantic thrusts had him driving cum deep inside me as he moaned and strained against the cuffs.
When he finally slumped back against the bed, eyes closed and looking exhausted, I let his cock slip out of me. I stretched out over him, kissing his cheek as I snuggled close. I’d release him in a minute and then there would be the process of cleaning up, but for that moment, I just wanted to hold him. “I love you, baby.”
And there wasn’t anything that would change that.
Chapter 3
Noah
Tell?
Don’t tell?
The point of a surprise was for it to be...well, a surprise.
But was surprising him with something like this a good idea? Walking around outside the building at work to check on the landscaping had seemed like a good idea when I’d first gone out. I’d thought it would be peaceful and relaxing. But all the surprisingly nice we
ather and quiet had done was give me too much time to think. Normally, that wasn’t a bad thing. I liked having time to myself. With Valentine’s Day hanging over my head, thinking was more stressful than relaxing.
Was I second-guessing things?
Okay, I was probably at third or fourth guessing by now, but that hadn’t helped me make a decision.
Just because I liked the idea didn’t mean Tobias would. But what if I told him and we talked about it beforehand, but he said he wouldn’t do it? Then what would I do for Valentine’s Day? Maybe that shouldn’t be my biggest concern, but I wanted it to be special.
I was smart enough to understand that one date or one day during the year didn’t set the tone for our entire relationship, but he liked surprises and he liked it when I thought of him. This was the perfect day to feed that need in him.
But what would he think?
Would he want to explore puppy play with me? I’d heard of it before, but it wasn’t until I’d seen an article online about it that it’d really struck me. The article had first explained what it was, not that it had been a surprise to me, but as it had continued, it focused less on the practical and more on the fun that the pups had.
Once I’d been able to move past how different it was, it had been easy to see how freeing it was for them. The pups didn’t have to worry about work, running errands, cleaning the house, or pleasing someone else. They just got to run around and chase a ball their handler had thrown.
Watching the pups interact and seeing how social they were had been something that struck me as well. Tobias and I didn’t have that many friends. Sure, we had people we worked with and a few acquaintances we hung out with, but there weren’t that many people in our lives that I would label as a friend. Tobias always said it was because we were too busy to go out and meet people, but I just thought he was too reserved to want to share things about himself.
I’d managed to catch him at a point where his walls had been knocked down by a previous relationship, and he hadn’t been able to build them back up again before I’d gotten inside them. Some people said rebound relationships didn’t work, but I thought we were proof that they could. It just had to be the right person. I’d been nervous in the beginning, but it hadn’t taken me long to see that I was his right person.
I just had to show him that I was right about this too. Puppy play probably wouldn’t normally fall under the category of a hobby, but it would give us something fun to explore and a way for him to relax. That was basically the definition of a hobby. This hobby would just involve pretty masks and tails.
But would he think they were pretty?
Before I could follow that rabbit trail my brain was leading me down, I bent over to pick up a piece of paper that hadn’t quite made it to the trash can. A sound coming from behind me had me jumping like a teenager in a bad B movie.
My heart settled back in its place fairly quickly when I heard the giggles coming from behind me.
“Ladies.” I straightened and took a few seconds longer than absolutely necessary to place the paper in the trash can before turning around. “How can I help you?”
The trio of sweet-looking little old ladies had been nicknamed the hurricanes for a reason. Their poufy white hair looked like clouds on the horizon and their big smiles made you think it would be nothing but beautiful skies. Unfortunately, chaos usually followed close behind them.
They were each married and seemed like they should be the picture of respectable mature women, but they’d decided that once they passed eighty, they didn’t have to behave any longer. So I constantly found them making comments about my butt or giggling over dirty magazines. We’d had more than one discussion about the fact that they could do anything they wanted in their own rooms, but when they were in public spaces, they had to behave.
It felt like I was running a boarding school for dirty teenagers and not a home for mature adults.
When I’d first started working at the retirement home, I’d pictured sweet little ladies and old men telling war stories. It hadn’t quite worked out that way. Some were stubborn, some were living in the past, but most of them were thoroughly enjoying themselves.
Gladys turned to Abigail and giggled. She thought she was being very quiet, but evidently, she didn’t have her hearing aid turned up loud enough because her whisper could have woken the dead. “Tell him to bend over again. That’s how he can help.”
I’d given up reminding them to behave. It wasn’t worth making them feel guilty over it when they got such a charge out of being naughty.
More giggling ensued, but at least Abigail looked slightly apologetic. Finally, she hushed her friends, and they did their best to look more dignified. “We were just wondering how plans for the Valentine’s dinner were going and wanted to know if you needed any help.”
“Help as in actually setting up decorations, or help as in spiking the punch bowl again?” With these three, I’d learned to ask very specific questions.
The crossed hearts and angelic expressions immediately sent up red flags. Abigail tried to say they just wanted to help decorate the tables, but I was delighted when I could honestly tell them no. “We’ve decided that the decorations are going to be a surprise. So no one besides staff is going to be in the dining room that afternoon.”
They each sighed like balloons that were losing air, so I knew they’d been up to something, but I ignored that. Giving them a smile, I glanced over at the building. “If you’re looking for something to do later, we’ve got shuttles going over to the mall and the grocery store shopping plaza this week so that you can get any last-minute shopping done for Valentine’s Day.”
Gladys and Laura each shook their heads, commenting that they were ready, but then they looked at Abigail. She had a Cheshire Cat grin but mimicked zipping her lips like she was five. The girls giggled and gave her looks that were part skeptical and part curious. Taking the bait, I focused on Abigail. “Am I to assume yours is a surprise?”
She nodded as her grin widened. “From everyone. I don’t want to take the chance of Albert getting wind of it at all.”
Something about the delight in her eyes made me nervous. “Do we need to go over the rules again?”
No matter how many times I talked to them, I had to go over the crazy list of rules at least once a month. Before they’d moved in about two years ago, our list had been basic and fairly practical. Now it included a variety of odd things like the fact that no animals larger than dogs could be brought into the building and they had to ask before bringing in snakes or spiders. Their experiment with emotional support animals for mature adults hadn’t gone over exactly as planned.
Her smile turned a little more sincere as she shook her head. “No, it will be wonderful and a bit of a surprise, but nothing dangerous, frightening, alcoholic, or disruptive.”
Then she gave a little bit of a snort. “Okay, Ronald might find it disruptive, but he’s an old fart, so it doesn’t really matter.”
While I wouldn’t say anything out loud, I had to agree with her there. Ronald Martin had been living in the retirement center for several years, and his demeanor had never improved. I’d tried everything I could to make him happy and comfortable with us, but my attempts had only seemed to make things worse.
It’d taken a while before I’d realized that he was just a bitter, very prejudiced man that was set in his ways. He was never rude to my face, but things went much smoother when some of the young female staff helped him with anything he needed. He never did anything outrageous or inappropriate and was always a perfect gentleman to them, so I just did my best to limit my contact with him.
Not wanting to address the issue of his temperament, I only shrugged. “I’m just asking that you do your best not to deliberately antagonize him with whatever your surprise is.”
Then I thought back to her eighty-seventh birthday the previous fall. “No strippers in the dining room.”
That was going to have to go on my list of things I shouldn’t
have had to say at work. The list was surprisingly long and contained things like residents aren’t allowed to have horses in the hallways and clothes must be worn in public spaces.
Whoever thought old people got mellower as they aged had obviously never been around them for very long.
The ladies laughed and Abigail waved her hands like I was being silly, shaking her head. “Of course not, dear. We kept Anthony and his friends in my room all evening and even obeyed quiet hours.”
I hadn’t worked nights since I’d become a manager, so I hadn’t been there for the chaos, but evidently, it had been quite a party.
I knew that no matter how many questions I asked or what kind of rules I laid down I was going to end up having something else for my list, but there was no way around it. I made a mental note to think about taking Valentine’s week off next year. Maybe we could just ignore the holiday altogether and spend a couple of days on a tropical beach instead of my worrying about what to get Tobias and wondering what my residents would end up doing.
Was this holiday supposed to be this stressful or was I just doing it wrong?
Going back to what Abigail had said, I smiled, trying to look pleased but boring. It was hard. I just wanted to laugh and ask what they’d done with the strippers, but that wouldn’t be professional. “And I appreciate that.”
Abigail started to say something else, but then an announcement came over the loudspeaker reminding them that bingo would start in five minutes. The women turned to one another and seemed to have a silent conversation before nodding.
Gladys sighed. “It’s not as much fun as strippers, but it’s better than watching that troll movie for the fourth time. Whoever is controlling the movies in the library needs to keep a better list or something. The guys have managed to turn that movie on three times in the last month.”
Troll movie?
I mentally went over the list of what she could mean. “One of The Lord of the Rings movies?”
The women nodded in unison before Gladys spoke again. “They’ve turned into geeks. Troll movies and video games and some kind of game about a dungeon.” She gave another dramatic sigh. “That wasn’t even dirty. It’s just some kind of board game with dragons.”
