Hot Spot

by Tory Richards

  There were voices all around them. Some part of John recognized that some of the conversation was meant for him, only he didn’t care. There was too much activity going on to make sense of anything. Not when his cock was pounding behind his zipper, stimulation from the rocky ride there and thoughts of fucking Sammy again having fueled his need. She was all he could think of.

  Her pretty brown eyes said more than words. “Get on.”

  He didn’t really give her a chance to make the decision. Reaching for her hand, John gave a little pull until she was sliding down his backside and settling behind him. She wrapped her arms around his midsection without being told. He felt the softness of her warm breath against his neck, and then her lips were touching him. Shit! She didn’t play fair! It was as if she knew what he was feeling, and teasing him.

  Without a word, John revved the engine to his bike, and with a spray of dust took off in the direction of the woods. Every bounce of his bike had Sammy moving against him, those luscious breasts and everything below the waist. When her hands dropped to his hard-on, he nearly lost it before reaching the trail. He sped up until they were moving like a bullet down the narrow path, with only the moon and the stars to guide them.

  As soon as they breached the trees, John drew his bike to a stop. He dismounted, pulling Sammy off with him. His hands curled around her upper arms and he forced her backward against the closest tree, following her there with his body. She gasped but he didn’t give her time to recover. He was about to lose control and he wanted to be inside her when it happened.

  He kissed her roughly, realizing his hunger was spiraling out of control. As his mouth worked on hers, their tongues moving against each other with something like desperation, his hands traveled to her breasts. A growl escaped him when his palms discovered she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts swelled in his hands and he felt her nipples peak into hard, little crowns. John wanted them in his mouth. Drawing her breasts up, he broke their kiss and put his mouth on the covered globes.

  “Oh, God!”

  John heard Sammy cry out as she buried her hands into his hair and held him close. She arched against him, offering him more than just her breasts. Her legs were parted and she was riding his cock hard. Their heavy breathing mingled with the sounds of frogs, crickets, and the occasional screech of a bird, and the air was thick with the scent of wild jasmine, intensifying the erotic situation between them.

  “Lift your arms.” John lifted her tank top up and over her head, tossing it to the ground. His mouth returned to her breasts, loving them equally with his tongue and teeth. God her flesh was soft, yet firm where it needed to be. When he reached his fill, he moved on to her shorts, and he didn’t stop until Sammy was standing naked before him.

  John moved instinctively, kissing his way down her delectable body toward her juicy pussy. He fell to his knees, keeping his hands against her waist so she couldn’t move. He breathed in deeply, and then pulled her pussy toward his face. Sweet mother! His kiss was purposely light, just above the mound of curly hair. Then he nuzzled his nose into the hair, finding it wet and intoxicating with the smell of sex. Ignoring Sammy’s low cry, he stuck out his tongue, sliding it through her plump pussy lips to her throbbing clit.

  “John!”

  He grinned around the swollen nub in his mouth. Then, holding Sammy firmly in place, he began to tongue her. He made sure he lavished attention to every button of her desire. Tonguing and sucking her pussy lips, pulling on her sensitive clit, and then burying his tongue as far as it could go into heaven, drinking in the intoxicating essence of her desire. Soon her hips began to move against his tongue, and he concentrated on her hard clit until she began to tremble uncontrollably, crying out.

  As Sammy’s body continued to convulse against his tongue, she tried to pull away. Only John was stronger. He forced her to ride out the wave, torturing her clit relentlessly until she was gasping and twitching out of control.

  “John, please!” She shivered. “I can’t take any more!”

  He buried his tongue inside her one last time before letting her sink to her knees. While she held onto him weakly, still panting, his hands went to his belt.

  “You came like the Fourth of July fireworks.”

  “Oh, God. I can barely move.” Her tone was barely above a whisper. “And I’m starved.”

  He chuckled while bringing his zipper down. “Then I’ll do all the work, honey. I can’t wait any longer.” His cock sprang forth, rock hard and dripping. John managed to get his jeans off without standing. Next went his T-shirt. In spite of her comment, Sammy reached out to touch him.

  “So big and hard.” She leaned forward and kissed the mushroom-shaped head, slipping her tongue inside the slit.

  “Oh, hell no!” He almost came then and there. He pulled away sharply. “I’m going to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow.” John covered her mouth with his, pulling Sammy’s hips against him. His cock was immediately blanketed in the wet hair covering her pussy. She arched her hips at an angle that would allow him to enter her body. And in a second he was doing just that, groaning low and deep as the pleasure threatened to consume him.

  “Fuck, Sammy, you’re tight.”

  John forced himself to start out slow. He could slide in and out of her wet body forever, it felt so damn good. And she was so responsive and accommodating. She leaned back on her elbows, allowing him to plunge even deeper. He kept his hands on her hips to help guide her over his cock, but it was her breasts his eyes were glued to. Even in the darkness he could make out their fullness and shape as they moved with their actions.

  It didn’t take long for John to reach orgasm, and he came hard, his sound of release blending with the night life surrounding them. Again he was amazed at the intensity, as her body milked him dry. But he knew the reason for it. He was finally with Sammy. The woman he’d wanted since he was a teenager.

  The woman he loved.

  Chapter 4

  “Son of a bitch!”

  The unexpected sound of John’s harsh curse in the darkness frightened Sammy. She was relaxed, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of night around them, and almost asleep.

  “Sorry.”

  He must have felt her jerk.

  “What’s wrong?” John had fallen back to lie upon the ground after climaxing, pulling her down on top of him. She raised her head and caught the glimmer in his eyes.

  “We forgot protection.”

  Sammy smiled and placed her head back on his chest. “Oh. Don’t worry about me. You’re the first man I’ve been with since Pat and I divorced.”

  She felt his hand move to the back of her head, and then his fingers clench into her hair. He pulled her head up.

  “You don’t know what that does to me, knowing you haven’t been with anyone else.”

  His kiss didn’t match the passion in his words. It was softer than Sammy expected, and sweet enough to make her heart swell. The emotions it drew from her caught her totally by surprise. It had been so long since she’d been with a man who made her feel whole and coveted. At the end of her relationship with Pat there had been no love, only tolerance. They had become polite strangers living under the same roof. Sammy hadn’t realized, until now, how much she missed the intimacy.

  What did John’s comment mean? He sounded like a proud man, pleased with finding out she had waited for him. Did I wait for him? Unconsciously? In spite of the life she’d chosen with Pat, and the years gone by, John had never been very far from her thoughts.

  Is there more than lust between us? She felt silly for even thinking there might be something deeper developing. John had made no bones about wanting her from the beginning. Lust and love were two different emotions. Yet Sammy couldn’t brush the idea away. Don’t read too much into it just because he’s kissing me tenderly and still holding me against him when he could have moved away after he climaxed. Isn’t that what someone who only felt lust would do?

  When the long kiss came to an end, the first thing Sammy
thought was how much she would have liked it to continue. It left her with a pleasant tingle that could easily develop into much more.

  “What about pregnancy, Sammy?”

  She thought about what it would be like to have a baby with John. Then shook the notion from her head and did a quick calculation. “Not my time of the month to get pregnant. What about you?”

  “Not my time of the month either,” he teased. Then, as if thinking about the seriousness of the topic, added, “You have my word that I’m clean, Sammy. My company changed insurance carriers last month and I underwent a thorough examination.”

  “I’d heard you have a construction company. Is it a one-man operation or do you have employees?”

  John chuckled. “Ever heard of JM Construction?”

  “I have.” She was fascinated. JM Construction was big in the South, and they had recently won the contract to build the new courthouse downtown. Sammy was surprised no one in the family had mentioned it. But then, it was John. “I’m impressed. When did you decide to put your bad-boy reputation behind you?”

  “Are we really going to lie here and discuss when I became an upstanding citizen when we can be fucking our brains out?”

  Sammy caught her breath as she suddenly found herself flipped. Now she was on the ground, made warm by John’s body, and he was on top of her. There was no disguising that his cock was getting hard and demanding.

  “All I can think about is here and now. And how much I like fucking you, Sammy. I’ve never stopped thinking about you.”

  “Lust—”

  “Lust, hate, anger, love … all of the above. I purposely stayed away because I couldn’t trust myself.” He kissed her throat and followed the line of her jaw.

  “John, I’ve been free for three years.” A sigh escaped her. As his mouth trailed hot kisses down her cheek toward her mouth, Sammy turned slightly so he couldn’t reach her lips. She wanted to know why she hadn’t heard from him once since her divorce. She wanted to believe what he was saying.

  John halted and pulled back. “I didn’t find out about you and Pat until after I’d married Connie. I’d written off a life with you long before that. Then I got caught up working my ass off trying to build my business.”

  Oh, God! Sammy only vaguely comprehended what John was saying, too attuned to what he was doing to her. At some point during his explanation he’d taken his cock in his hands, and he was now rubbing it over her clit.

  She gasped, surprised at how fast he got her to the boiling point. As if with a will of their own, her hips began to lift and her thighs parted as she silently welcomed him inside her body. His soft laugh ran over her awakened senses, further stimulating her. He kissed the corner of her mouth.

  “You don’t play fair, John.” He had to know what he was doing to her. Why didn’t he enter her?

  “I’m not playing. The only reason I came to the reunion was because I was hoping I would see you again. When will you realize I’m very serious about this? About us?”

  Oh, God! She’d been secretly hoping for the same thing. His mouth covered hers, preventing her from answering. Sammy’s hands roamed down John’s back. Lord, he was in great shape for a man his age. Muscles rippled beneath her palms as she made her way to his taut buttocks. Clenching her fingers into them, she arched high, silently begging him to enter her. The head of his cock was rubbing her clit, giving her both pleasure and pain, and she was about to come.

  “Come on. Let’s go for a swim before we head back.”

  “What?! You’ve got to be kidding. I’m so hot I feel like I’m about to go up in flames.”

  John chuckled huskily. “Then let’s get you cooled off before we start up the furnace again.”

  He got to his feet easily, and then reached down and hauled Sammy to hers. Her protest was lost on his ears and he scooped her up and began walking toward the glistening water. Drifting on a sea of pleasant emotion, Sammy gave his ear a nip, and then sucked the mild injury away by drawing the lobe into her mouth.

  “I think I can come without much effort, I’m so horny right now.” Her mouth moved against his neck.

  “Really?”

  Without hesitation, John walked into the cool lake. He continued in until the water was at his waist, and Sammy gasped at the feel of the water lapping against her hot skin. Then, without warning, he lowered her to her feet. His hands moved to her breasts and he began caressing them. She arched the lower half of her body into his hard cock and rubbed herself against it like a hungry kitten. His gruff laugh was followed by him taking control, even as he lost it.

  Sammy found herself spun around, and then pulled back against John. Her bottom came in contact with his dick and she reached back to part her cheeks. He growled and she sighed out loud when he took his cock and rubbed it up and down her crack. Once, twice, he teased her puckered anus, before continuing to her pussy to do the same thing. Sammy couldn’t take his teasing. She leaned into him and thrust her buttocks against him, rubbing his cock vigorously.

  “Fuck! I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” His breathing was uneven.

  “Then stick it in somewhere and fuck me, damn it! I can’t take much more teasing, John.”

  His laughter erupted around them, disturbing some birds in a nearby tree. It was too dark to see what kind, but Sammy was vaguely aware of their squawk of protest before they took flight. She brought her arms up and behind her, wrapping them around his neck. The movement thrust her breasts out, and she didn’t need to ask him to touch them. His hands moved up her thighs, hips, waist, and rib cage to cup her aching flesh in his palms. His thumbs toyed with her sensitive nipples until she thought she’d go mad.

  Crying out, Sammy closed her eyes and swayed with delicious pleasure. John knew just what got her off. A mini orgasm flushed through her and she began to tremble with reaction. Damn him! “I hate you!” Sexual frustration got the best of her.

  “No you don’t, honey. That’s the problem. You want to hate me. But you’ve also wanted this for a long time.” He nipped kisses along her shoulder. “Part the cheeks of your ass for me, Sam.”

  Sammy lowered her arms and did as he asked, eagerly rubbing up and down his cock again. Sensing what he was about to do, she rose on tiptoes and thrust her butt out, which also opened her pussy to him. She nearly jerked forward when she felt the thickness of his dick against her swollen pussy lips. Trying to draw him into her body by clenching her muscles was useless. John wanted to take his time. Make her a little crazier by entering her in a slow, teasing motion.

  Where does he get his control?

  As soon as he burrowed to the hilt, he stopped, as if to catch his breath. “I wonder if I’ll ever get enough of you.”

  His comment didn’t surprise Sammy. She was wondering the same thing. What if they didn’t satisfy the intense lust gripping them before John decided to drop out of sight again? What if they didn’t “get enough,” as he’d so eloquently put it? It suddenly occurred to her that after that weekend, she might be right back where she’d started. A lonely, horny divorcée with a used-up dildo.

  The flexing of his hips brought her back to the moment. John’s cock throbbed inside her pussy, scratching the itch she had. But Sammy wanted more. More than that weekend. Tears burned in her eyes as he began to move. And she discovered what frightened her more than anything was the feelings coursing through her. Was she in love with John? And that’s why she hadn’t been able to get him out of her mind all these years?

  His hands were on her hips, holding her firmly as he picked up speed. The sounds of their pleasure filled the night and their movements churned up the water around them. Every time his dick tunneled into her body, a small sound rushed from Sammy, the feminine version of his grunt. As he continued to fuck her from behind, one of his hands trailed fire down her belly to her pussy.

  “Come for me, baby.” He licked and kissed at the skin behind her ear. “I’ll fill your pussy with cum if you do.” His finger flicked over her tingling cl
it.

  Oh, God! His words did the trick, as he must have known they would. Sammy held nothing back, giving in to the ecstasy consuming her. Her body convulsed with the force of her climax, and soon after, John’s movements revealed he had reached the same plateau.

  “Damn, honey, you drain me.”

  Sammy smiled when she felt his nose nuzzle the back of her neck. “If you weren’t holding me up I would have slipped beneath the surface long ago.”

  Slowly he turned her around. “Sounds serious.” He brushed the hair out of her eyes. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

  Just the night? She tried to hide her disappointment and thought about what she’d told her daughters. But none of that seemed to matter now. Besides, she doubted she’d need clothes.

  “What’s the smile for?”

  She took a deep breath. “I was just thinking that I don’t have a change of clothes. I wasn’t planning on staying.”

  “Do you really think you’ll need clothes?” He kissed her briefly, his lips firm yet tender. “The more I have you, the more I want you.”

  “Sounds serious.” Her words echoed his earlier comment.

  “It is serious, Sammy. I didn’t realize how much until now.”

  “That’s the lust talking.” She tried to make light of it but her tone didn’t sound very convincing, even to her ears. “Don’t try to convince me that you’re in love with me.” She wasn’t a fool.

  Sammy was too afraid to think the obvious. That John had feelings for her that went beyond lust. She was still trying to come to grips with the fact that they’d been intimate. Crap! We’re like fucking bunnies. To save John from having to stumble over a response, she pushed away. A swim might help the achiness she was feeling from using muscles that hadn’t been used in a long time. There was a definite tenderness between her legs.

  It was a big lake so she didn’t go very far. The water felt good slicing over her body, and several times she sank below the surface and swam to the bottom. It was one of those times when John caught up to her. With his hands against her waist, he pushed them to the surface. He was tall enough to touch the bottom and Sammy put her hands on his shoulders to keep from sinking.