“As long as you don’t mind me hanging out for a while, I’ll take a beer.”
She just smiles at me as she pulls out two different beers, holding them up for me to choose which one I want. I reach out and grab one from her, popping the top and taking a drink. The cold liquid easily slides down my throat, quenching the thirst that all of a sudden hit me. I don’t take my eyes off Stacey and watch as she observes me. I notice how her eyes dilate as she watches my throat move with each swallow. The lust that fills her eyes has the bulge in my jeans growing rapidly.
“You going to just stand there with the fridge door open?” I finally ask her, snapping the silence that had settled between us as we were both lost in this trance.
She places the other beer back in the fridge and grabs the bottle of wine, letting the door shut behind her. She reaches onto a shelf and pulls down a wine glass, then pours herself some.
Closing the few feet between us, I pin her against the counter. I bring my fingers to her neck, moving her hair out of the way, and then follow the path with my lips.
“No need to be nervous,” I say against her skin, feeling her heart begin to pound.
“I-I’m not,” she stutters. “Just a little rusty, that’s all.”
“There’s no rush, Stacey,” I assure her. “I won’t lie and tell you that you don’t do things to me.” I press my erection against her ass to show her just what she does to me. “But that doesn’t mean we have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, or ready to do tonight.”
Stacey turns around until she’s facing me. She looks up at me with a look of awe on her face. “You’re one of a kind, you know that, right?”
“Nothing special. Just know how to treat a beautiful woman.”
“Not many guys like you. I’ve, for sure, not met many.”
“That’s a damn shame. But maybe that’s working in my favor,” I tell her as I bring my lips down to hers.
I kiss her lightly at first, no need to rush things. Let them just naturally progress. Stacey slides her hands up and back down my sides, my muscles twitching from her touch. When she reaches the hem of my untucked shirt, she slips her fingers underneath it and rests them against my skin. Her touch is like a brand.
At the contact, my control snaps slightly and I deepen the kiss. I push my tongue past the seam of her lips, taking everything she’s willing to offer, and explore every inch I can. I release the grip I’ve had on the counter and trace her body with my hands. Her dress hugs her curves, the ones I so desperately want to feel bare against my skin.
I drop a hand to her thigh, sliding it up along with the hem of her dress, until I’ve got it bunched at her hips. I settle my hands on both of her hips as I break our kiss and bring my forehead to hers. “You good?” I ask, wanting to make sure we’re not moving too fast.
“Yep,” she says on a breathy whisper.
She slips her hands out from under my shirt and reaches to her side, sliding down the zipper I never noticed, allowing her dress to gape open.
With her eyes on me, she pushes against my chest slightly and I take a step back. Once I’ve given her a little space, she grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it up and over her head. My mouth waters immediately as my dick hardens even more. She’s standing before me in nothing but a matching bra and panty set. White fucking lace that has more than my dick bulging.
I let my eyes drop from hers as I take in all she’s got on display for me. I slowly drag them down her body and back up again. Once my gaze reaches hers again and I take in her shy smile, I snap once again. I bend slightly and sweep her into my arms, with one behind her back and the other under her knees.
“Bed or couch?” I ask against her ear.
“Bedroom, only door on the right,” she says as I latch my lips onto her throat.
I do my best to watch where I’m going, as I’ve never been this far into her condo. I thankfully make it safely around her furniture, down the hall, and into her bedroom. I set her on the bed, and she lays out in the center of it. I hover over her for a few moments, doing my best to collect myself. I don’t want to rush anything tonight. I find myself wanting to savor our time together.
I finally stand up, feeling a little overdressed, and start to unbutton my shirt. She rolls over and turns on a lamp so we have a little bit of light in here, then returns to her earlier position. I watch her eyes follow the movement of my hands as they undo the final buttons on my shirt. With my shirt open, she sits up and helps push the fabric off my shoulders, then runs her fingertips down my chest, along my abs, and stops at the button of my jeans. There’s no missing the bulge of my cock, yet she doesn’t pay one ounce of attention to it yet.
I bring a hand up to cup her cheek, sliding my thumb across her lips. As my thumb swipes back across, she licks it, then quickly sucks it into her mouth. I feel that suction right down to the crown of my cock. My hips involuntarily rock forward as she sucks a little harder, teasing me as she does.
I slip my thumb from her lips, leaning down until my lips are a hair’s breadth away from hers. “Watch it now. Paybacks can be a bitch,” I say, a smile cresting my lips as I press them against hers.
The little vixen sucks my bottom lip between her teeth and bites down.
“Careful now,” I growl against her lips as I nip at them.
“What if I don’t want to be careful?”
I drop down on top of her, her legs parting to accommodate the width of my hips. I press my erection against her lace-covered pussy and thrust. I can feel the heat radiating off of her, even through the barrier of our clothes.
I slide my body down and bring my lips to her skin. I take my time learning every curve of her body, kissing and nipping my way down past her collarbone, and along the tops of her willowy breasts. I stop to tease her hardened nipples through the fabric still covering them, before continuing my descent down her body. I nip and kiss along her sides and stomach, swirling my tongue around the sensitive skin of her belly button.
“Pey—” she moans, not getting my full name out, and that drives me fucking wild with lust for her.
I stop my perusal of her body, pushing up on one arm and looking up at her. She’s watching me as I hover over her.
“Want me to stop?” I cockily ask.
“Not a chance in hell,” she retorts.
I keep my eyes on hers as I bring my lips back to her skin, sucking and biting my way down to the top of her panties. I bring a hand to her center, tracing the edge where it meets her skin. I ghost my fingers over her clit, applying just a light amount of pressure to it. Her hips buck under me as she seeks more friction. I slip a finger under the edge of her panties and along her seam. When I pull it away, much to her displeasure, my finger is coated in her wetness.
“Why are you stopping?” she pouts. The cuteness of her bottom lip pushed out has a chuckle falling from my lips.
“Not stopping, just getting these out of my way,” I tell her, as I slip my fingers into the waistband of her panties and tug them from her hips.
“Oh! Okay,” she says, lifting her ass off the bed to assist me in removing them. I slide them down her legs, bringing my lips to her skin every few inches. Once I reach her feet and have them completely off, I toss them behind me and onto the floor somewhere. Her legs fall back down onto the bed and I take my time looking her over once again. The only skin hidden from my view are her breasts, which are still cradled in her bra. It doesn’t do much to hide them, but it’s still sexy as fuck.
I pause my exploration of her body long enough to drop my own jeans but leave my boxers on for now.
I bring my hands down onto her calves, starting at her ankles and sliding them up. I watch her squirm under my touch as I ever so slowly run my fingertips up her legs until I reach her hips.
“Take off your bra for me, gorgeous,” I say, as I brush my fingertips along her lower abdomen, just above her mound. She slips a hand behind her back and unclasps her bra, then slides the straps off her shoulders and tosses the bra onto the
floor.
God damn, she’s beautiful.
I groan loudly as I take in the rosy color of her pert nipples, then lean forward and drop a quick kiss to her lips before bending down and sucking a nipple into my mouth. As I latch on, I slip my fingers through her wet folds and sink two fingers inside of her.
“Fuck, Peyton!” Stacey cries out as her nails scrape up my back. I lavish her breasts, paying equal attention to both as I fuck her with my fingers and apply pressure to her clit with my thumb.
I can feel her body start to tremble around my fingers. Her breathing is coming in gasps and she starts to fall over the edge as her orgasm rolls through her body. I release her breast and slow my fingers, watching as she goes from tense to fully relaxed against the mattress. I slide up next to her on the bed, pulling her close as she recovers next to me.
A few minutes later, she starts to curl in closer to me, rolling on her side so she’s facing me. I feel her lips connect with my chest as she places open mouthed kisses along my skin. I tip her chin up and bring my lips to hers, pulling her closer.
We lazily make out, exploring as our hands roam each other’s bodies. Her hand makes it to the waistband of my boxers and slips in past the elastic. She wraps her fingers around my cock and I almost come unglued. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve had sex. Between no serious relationship in the past few years and deployments, I’ve been pretty celibate—a few random hookups over the years, but they weren’t anything worth remembering. Just a horny guy looking to scratch an itch every so often.
She starts to stroke my cock at a steady pace, rolling her fist around the crown before she slides her hand back down the shaft. I’m leaking like a teenage boy getting his first handjob, giving her much-needed lubrication. I can’t take much more of her assault unless I want to blow my load in her hand, and I don’t want that to happen this early in the night.
“Babe, you’ve got to stop. I’m going to blow,” I say against her lips as I reach down and stop her movements. “I’d rather be inside of you when I come, if you don’t mind.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” she sassily asks.
Say no more.
I push myself off the bed and reach down for my jeans, losing my boxers in the process. I pull my wallet out and slip the condom out of it. I changed out the condom I had in there this morning, not wanting to take any chances it would be expired.
I rip the package open and roll it down my aching cock. With the condom in place, I hover back over her on the bed.
“You ready?” I ask one last time.
“Yes,” she tells me, so I nudge her legs a little further apart. I rub the tip of my cock against her clit and through her folds, which pulls some inaudible moans from her lips.
I line myself up with her opening and after allowing just the tip to slip inside, I pull back out and then thrust in, stopping once I’m fully seated inside of her. The warmth that envelopes my cock has me seeing stars. I still, needing a moment to collect myself and keep myself from coming right away.
I drop my forehead to the crook of her neck and suck in a few deep breaths.
“You feel amazing,” I whisper against her skin a few seconds later.
“Mmmhmm, so do you.”
I shift my head up and kiss her as I start to pump my hips. We quickly find our rhythm and I pay attention to how her body reacts to every thrust, every flex of my hips.
I break the kiss and stop my thrusts, pulling out of her so I can change up our position. I slip off the bed and stand next to it. “Slide over here, put your ass right here,” I tell her, patting the edge of the mattress.
She obliges and moves right in front of me, her legs opening for me. I grab one of her ankles and place her leg so her foot is resting on my shoulder. I push back inside her, and this angle has her pussy gripping my cock even tighter than before.
“This okay for you?” I ask as I start to move.
“Perfect,” she pants as I hit her deeper and deeper. “Fuuuuuck,” she moans. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes, gorgeous, come on my cock. Let go, babe,” I tell her between thrusts.
I feel her body start to flutter around my cock and I can feel the tingles of my own orgasm start to make their way down my spine. As her body really starts to spasm around my shaft, it triggers my own orgasm. I can’t hold it back any longer and I thrust two more times before I drop her leg from my shoulder and collapse forward. My orgasm barrels through my bloodstream as I fill the condom with my release.
I pant against her shoulder, sucking in large gulps of air as I try and bring my breathing back to normal. I pull out and remove the condom, finding a small trashcan next to her nightstand to discard it into. I slide back onto the bed, pulling Stacey in next to me. She reaches down and pulls the sheet and blankets over us as we melt into each other.
She settles in with her head on my chest, my arm wrapped around her with my hand resting on her hip.
“You okay?” I finally ask, breaking the silence between us.
“Yeah, just thinking,” she tells me. “I know you said earlier that you’re getting together with Cash and the guys…but can I see you again, too?”
“Of course. I’m not just going to roll out of your bed, never to be seen or heard from again. I can’t promise you much past this week, but I can promise you that I want to see you as much as I can before I have to leave next weekend. I’ve really enjoyed our time together and want more of it.”
“Okay,” she simply states.
“Were you worried I’d tell you no?”
“A little bit. I know you’re only here for a little bit of time and it’s not like either of us were expecting to meet each other or hit it off so quickly. I just don’t want to monopolize your time. You’re here to see your dad and friends, not a girl you just met.”
“Don’t worry about my friends. My dad, yeah, I need to spend some time with him. But I can spend all day during the week with him. I’m guessing you’re going to have to work this week during the day.”
“Yeah, I’ve got a busy work week ahead of me,” she confirms. “Just tell me, please, if you change your mind. My feelings might be hurt, but I’d rather deal with that than you just ghosting on me or lying to me.”
“Stacey, look at me,” I tell her, shifting so we can look at each other. “If there’s anything that I am, it’s honest. I’ll never lead you on, never lie to you. If things aren’t working for me, then you’ll be the first one to know. I don’t play games. I’ve been there, done that. Relationships, no matter how new, how serious they are, deserve to be between the two people that are in them, not anyone else. I’d ask that if you’re not feeling whatever this is between the two of us, that you’d be open and honest with me about it.”
“Of course, and thank you. You’ve calmed my nerves. I was starting to worry that we’d jumped into bed together too quickly. I’m not usually so easily swept off my feet. I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of easy girl.”
“I’d never think that about you. Your past is just that, your past. It’s made you who you are today. If that means you slept around while in college, so what, so have more than half of all the other college chicks. Same goes if you weren’t the girl who slept around. I’ve been no saint in my past, but I also haven’t been out there, sleeping with just any girl who’d spread her legs for me.”
She starts to shake with laughter in my arms. “Definitely not the girl who slept her way around campus. I can count the number of guys I’ve slept with on one hand, and I don’t even need all of my fingers to do so.”
“Good. Then I get to corrupt you,” I tell her, kissing her lips.
“Mmmm…I like the sound of that.”
Chapter Eight
Stacey
I wake up a few hours later, sore in all the right places, a warm body still holding me close. I melt into Peyton’s hold on me as I squint at the alarm clock on my dresser across the room, but I can’t quite make out the time. My contacts are su
per dry since I didn’t get the chance to take them out earlier, and my vision is a little blurry. I know it’s still the middle of the night due to the darkness outside, so I lay here, willing myself to fall back asleep.
I give it a good solid fifteen minutes without falling back to sleep before I give up and slip out of bed. Still naked from our sexy times, I find Peyton’s shirt on the floor and slip it on, buttoning a few of the buttons to keep it closed. I quietly leave the room, not wanting to wake him up. I stop in the bathroom first and then pad out to the kitchen. My stomach is rumbling, so I look through the fridge for something small and easy to eat, so I can hopefully get back to sleep soon.
I pull out a yogurt container from the fridge and a spoon from the drawer, then head over to my favorite recliner by my living room window. I curl up with one of my blankets I keep out here and start eating, getting lost in watching the clouds move in the reflection of all the city’s lights. My attention is pulled from the window when I hear footsteps down the hall after the toilet flushes.
“Hey, you okay?” Peyton asks, his voice sleep-filled and raspy.
“Yep, just woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. Think I was just a little hungry,” I tell him, holding up my now empty yogurt container for him to see.
“Come back to bed,” he says, holding out a hand for me to join him. He’d slipped his boxers back on before coming out to find me, but his body is still on display for me to ogle.
I take his outstretched hand, remove the blanket that was covering me, and stand. I hear the slight hitch in his breath when he realizes I’m only wearing his shirt, and chuckle.
“Give me just a second, I need to throw this out and put the spoon in the sink.”
I pop into the kitchen long enough to do those two tasks, then meet him back in my living room, slipping my hand into his as I let him lead me back to bed.
Once back in the bedroom, I unbutton the few buttons and let his shirt fall back to the floor before I slide between the sheets. Peyton climbs in on the other side and holds his arm out for me to reassume my previous position of being curled up against his side. I jump on his offer, already loving that spot. His warmth beckons me closer and I feel like his arms are where I’m meant to be.
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