by Gina Kincade
He grabbed my hand and stepped back.
"You want to move this upstairs?" he asked.
I spread my legs. I lifted the flirty little mini dress and gave him an unobstructed view of my moist panties.
"What's wrong with right here?" I pulled them to the side and ran my fingers through my folds.
He took his member out and started stroking himself.
"Nothing at all. Right here is perfect," he said.
Watching him watch me turn me on. It did the same for him, which made it hotter.
He squatted down, his face inches away from where my hand was working my clit back and forth. He blew a small burst of air.
It sent a shockwave through my core.
My fingers stilled.
He looked up at me.
"I thought we could make it to the bed this time." He grinned and placed a kiss on the back of my hand.
I offered him my fingers, and he sucked them into his mouth.
I gasped.
His tongue worked over and between my fingers. When they were clean enough, he nodded and dove on my pussy, tongue first.
His tongue was long and hard. It caressed my walls. My body spasmed. I closed my eyes to feel it, but then opened them to watch him devour me. I couldn't decide what was more of a turn-on.
He paused to coat his fingers with my essence and nibbled on my clit while he pressed two fingers inside me and massaged me with the same motion he used with his tongue. It hit me a little deeper and harder. He increased the pressure.
He took his time, tasting and touching every part of me. It was too much and not enough.
My desire was a slow but steady climb up a steep mountain. I closed my eyes, savoring it.
But then he stopped.
My eyes popped open. I opened my mouth, but the expression on his face stopped my protest. He was looking at me.
"Your pussy is really beautiful."
My face grew hot. I fought the urge to close my legs and push him away.
He seemed to be in awe.
"No, really. It's beautiful."
"You act as if you've never seen one up close before." My voice came out shallow and forced.
"No. I have." He shook his head like we were discussing the weather. "Have you?" He kissed the inside my thigh, and my pussy clenched.
"Physically impossible," I said and closed my legs.
He stood abruptly; his hands remained between my legs.
"You could take a photo, videotape it."
I cringed but then moaned when his fingers snaked inside me.
His hips rocked back and forth, causing his hand to press into me farther.
"No photos. No videotape." I breathed out between thrusts. "Don't leave evidence behind."
"It's such a shame." He curled his fingers upwards and dragged them out.
My body convulsed.
"Oh, God," I said and exhaled.
"What can I do for you, Kendall?" He shoved his fingers back in.
I gasped and scooted back. He gripped my waist and pulled me forward. His hard cock nestled between his hand and my pussy. He thrust into me again, his fingers on the inside and his cock on the outside.
He got into a rhythm. The pressure built. He removed his hand, and his cock slid up against my clit. Stretching the front of my panties, he humped me on the kitchen counter.
He grabbed my hips and pressed us together tight. His other hand crawled up my spine under my shirt and pulled me to him.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my tits against his hard chest.
"Yeah." He grunted in my ear. "Keep doing that."
I wasn't sure what I was doing. I held on for dear life. No space existed between us. The friction on my clit was heaven.
By the grunts, he felt it too.
I tilted my pelvis to get closer, and it must have been the final amount of pressure we needed.
A scream got caught in my throat as the orgasm hit me. At the same time, Ethan stiffened, dug his fingers into my back and hip, and came. His powerful ejaculation blasted against my stomach. It was hot and sticky and so fucking hot. I found my voice.
"Ethan," I screamed and buried my face in his neck and moaned.
We held each other while our breathing returned to normal.
"That was incredible," Ethan said, his voice so sexy vibrating off my neck.
It sent another shockwave through me.
He was the first to let go.
He looked down at us.
The cocky smirk on his face made me laugh.
"What?" I looked down.
"I seemed to have made a bit of a mess," he said. His cum had seeped through the front of my skirt. It mixed with my own juices and soaked my panties.
"I think we both did."
Ethan helped me off the counter.
"Come on." He held my hand and led me out of the kitchen. "Let's get you cleaned up and then we can get started on that breakfast."
ETHAN
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy to see her. So happy that every time I touched her, my cock grew hard. I couldn't control myself. I had to fuck her. But I didn't want to break the connection and find a condom, so I did the next best thing. I humped her like a dog humped a table leg.
I couldn't take my hands off her. My cock had a mind of its own sometimes, but you know, safety first. My cock wasn't stupid.
I pulled her toward the back of the house and down a small hallway to the laundry room.
"This isn't dry clean only, is it?" I lifted her skirt.
She smirked and shook her head.
I pulled the white t-shirt over her head. I pushed her light gray skirt and panties down her legs, and she stepped out of them. I threw them both in the wash. She stood before me in a bra and splotches of my cum across her stomach and thigh.
"Might as well take that off too." I pointed at her chest.
"I might as well." She shrugged her shoulders. "You should get cleaned up, too." She pointed at the moist spots on the front of my pants. I pulled my shirt over my head then took off my pants and underwear.
I stood back up and found her eyes on my cock. It grew hard again in an instant.
"Do you every get tired?" she asked and reached for me.
I grabbed her hand.
"Newsflash. There's a hot, naked chick standing in my laundry room." I pulled her close and kissed her shoulder. "No more hands. It wants the real thing, or it might revolt on me."
She spun around in my arms and pressed her ass into me. My cock nestled right between her ass cheeks and breathed a sigh of relief. It took every ounce of strength to move away from her.
"Hey." She looked back over her shoulder. "Where are you going?"
"Start the machine; I'll be right back."
She shook her head and stared down at the flashing lights and buttons on my washing machine.
I ran to find my wallet on the kitchen table. It was empty. I used that condom when I was with her a few nights ago. I ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time but had to slow down when my sensitive cock slapped against my thigh.
I retrieved a couple of condoms from a box in the nightstand and walked back down the stairs. I found her in the laundry room biting her lower lip and pushing buttons.
"You need an engineering degree to work this thing," she said and smiled when the machine started to fill with water. I pushed her into the machine.
I slid the condom over my cock. I reached around her and closed the lid.
My cock found its spot between her ass again.
"Now. Where were we?" I asked.
"Hot naked chick. Hard cock with added protection," she said.
I pressed myself into her.
She giggled and reached out to steady herself. Her giggles turned to moans, and my cock slid into her pussy. It was wet and tight.
She pressed her legs together, making her even tighter.
"Oh, yeah," she whispered.
I slid out and slammed back into her.
"Oh fuck, that's good," she screamed.
I wanted to hear her. Her innocent whispers were a front. This was the real her. All dirty mouthed and wanting me as much as I wanted her.
I slowed down, and she bent farther over and rocked back into me.
Her cheek rested against the cool chrome surface of the machine. Her eyes were half open, and she made tiny little grunting noises. She rocked her ass back into me. The sound of the machine wouldn't be outdone by the sound of our bodies slapping against each other.
I laid my hands flat on her back. I pressed down and reached around. I cupped her pussy with one hand while dragging my fingers up and down her inner thigh with the other.
I ran two fingers through her folds, squeezing her clit.
Her body shuddered.
She moaned and pushed down on my cock.
She rode out her orgasm in frustrating silence, I tried to pull out of her, but she wasn't having it.
My cock was stuck deep inside her. My own struggle caused another orgasm to ride through her body. Her chest came up, and she reached behind her and grabbed my neck.
The position of her body grabbed my cock in a whole new way.
"Oh, ugh!" I groaned.
She knew how to work her body. She leaned her head back against my chest. I backed us up two feet, and my ass hit the wall behind me.
I had no room to maneuver. I was at her mercy. She bounced back on my cock, varying the depth each time. She placed her hands on mine and guided them to rub her pussy.
I lasted a long time, never being worked over by a woman like this before. I wasn't complaining. It was beyond anything I had ever felt.
We played with her pussy, another orgasm gripped her, and she tightened around my member.
I grunted. I was close. It was my turn. I pulled my hand away. I curled my hand around the back of her neck and walked her the two feet back to the front of the machine. I pressed her body down against to the washer machine. I tilted her pelvis up and pounded into her.
She fought against it for a few seconds but gave in when she kept coming.
I kept fucking.
I pressed into her, and the machine shimmied beneath us. I roared and came inside her then thrusted a few more times to make sure I had nothing left. I pulled out then stepped back two feet toward the wall and collapsed to the floor.
"Ethan." She spun on her heels and knelt by my side. "Are you okay?"
She grabbed my face.
I was spent but chuckled at the worry in her voice. I looked up and grabbed her face.
"What?" she said.
I pulled her in and kissed her. My tongue pressed on her closed lips. I pushed and demanded she let me.
She opened.
I cradled her in my arms and softened the kiss.
She melted under me.
My tongue explored. I enjoyed the way she responded to me. She kissed me as if she liked me.
I liked her.
Maybe with the kiss, I could get her to stay a little longer.
Chapter Nine
Kendall
The buzzer on the washing machine sounded, and we both jumped.
"Our time is up," I said and tried to pull away.
He shook his head and kissed me again.
I pulled away again, and he finally let me. I stood and helped him up.
I opened the washer and pulled the clothes out and put them in the dryer.
It was easier to figure out than the washing machine. I hit the start button, and it shimmied to life.
Ethan stood in the doorway staring at me.
"What?" I asked.
"I don't know. Who knew doing laundry could be such a turn-on?" He ran his hand over his length. He pulled off the condom and threw it in the trash. He grabbed a towel from a cabinet, wetted it in the small little sink, and handed it to me. He watched my clean up. My insides clenched.
He wasn't hard, but his cock was beautiful. Something so masculine and sexy about a man touching himself. I walked toward him and kissed him on the cheek.
He reached for me.
I slid out of his grasp and headed toward the kitchen.
"Where you going?" he asked.
I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a couple of bottles of water. I opened one and handed it to him. I opened the other and took a long sip. My nipples grew hard standing in front of the open refrigerator. Ethan reached out and pinched one.
I pushed his hand away.
"Don't distract me." I turned back and scanned the contents. "I need to feed you before you pass out on me again."
"I didn't pass out. You wore me out." He leaned against the counter and watched me. His eyes scanned my body.
"You just going to stand there staring at me?"
"Yes," he said with no hesitation.
I laughed and grabbed the eggs and some chopped up fruit and placed it on the counter.
"You want to discuss it?" he asked. The playfulness left his expression, and he got serious on me.
"Discuss what,” I said. "Pots?"
He pointed at the cabinet next to the stove.
"I'll let go of feeling hurt that you disappeared on me in the middle of the night if you'll tell me why you showed back up here today." He took a sip of his water, but his eyes never left me.
"I needed to blow off a little steam," I said.
"Is that my role? Official stress reliever?" he asked. I leaned over and kissed his shoulder.
"You're so good at it." I smirked and went back to prepping the eggs.
"True," he said. "And don't get me wrong, I enjoy blowing off a little steam as much as the next guy."
I dropped the fork.
"So what's the problem?" I turned and crossed my hands over my chest. I felt more naked.
"No problem." He shook his head. "I just wanted you to know you can talk to me. If you need to."
He didn't wait for me to respond. He patted my ass and left the room.
I sighed and returned to the eggs.
Before I put them in the pan, I went in search of a bathroom and something to wear. I heard Ethan on the phone. I ascended the stairs and found him in his bedroom.
"Yeah. Something came up," he said and pointed.
On the bed, he had laid out a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt. He was dressed in a pair of baggy sweatpants and a black tank top.
"I know. Next month. I promise." He opened the top draw and held up a pair of socks.
I nodded and grabbed them. I took the clothes and went to the bathroom.
When I returned to his bedroom, he was gone. The smell of bacon wafted up the staircase, and my mouth watered.
I skipped down the steps and found him in the kitchen flipping something in the pan.
"I thought I was cooking breakfast for you." I took another pan and turned on the burner. I put a dab of butter in the bottom and waited for it to melt.
"I thought I'd get you started. Besides, I can't have eggs without bacon." He smirked and tended to his bacon carefully.
"Did you have plans tonight?" I poured the eggs into the pan, waited a few seconds, and scrambled them.
"Nothing important," he said. "A standing outing with some buddies from law school who still live in the area. We get together once a month and complain."
"Complain about what?" I finished the eggs and put them on a plate. "It must be tough to be a young, single, attractive, successful lawyer in Washington, DC."
"It's brutal," he said with a sigh.
I laughed.
"You have a beautiful laugh."
I stopped laughing.
He studied me the same way he did when he had squatted between my legs. I felt my face get red.
"Your bacon." I pointed.
"Oh, shit," he said and pulled them off the burner. He took them out of the pan and placed them on a stack of paper towels. He was careful, like a surgeon.
"That was close," he said. He inspected each piece to make sure he didn't burn any. "You can't waste baco
n."
We sat across from each other at the table. We both attacked our plate like we hadn't eaten in days. When the eggs and bacon were gone, we sat back and ate pieces of fruit with our hands.
His hands would meet mine in the bowl on purpose. He slid his fingers along my hand. I swear it was the best strawberry I had ever tasted.
I grew accustomed to his stare. His easygoing demeanor calmed me. It was what made him a good lawyer. I wanted to tell him everything.
"My mom is getting a divorce," I said.
He blinked and sat back in his chair.
"It's not my dad." I held my hand to my chest. "My dad lives in California with his girlfriend."
"Is it messy?"
"Aren't they all?" I asked. "My parents divorced when I was seven, and it wasn't that bad. My dad became a better father when he left my mother. My mother kind of sucks the life out of the people in her life. So when my father had enough, he left her and had more time and mental energy to be my dad."
"That's cool." He smiled and nodded. "My parents have been together for twenty-six years."
"Oh, wow. That's great." My eyes narrowed. "Wait. How old are you?"
He had the sexiest grin.
"Twenty-eight," he said, and his face grew red. "Yes, twenty-eight years ago, my parents had a little bastard child and then got married two years later."
"Happy ending."
"Yeah." He nodded.
"What does that feel like?" I said and shrugged my shoulders. I stood and took the dishes to the sink.
When I turned, I gasped.
Ethan stood in front of me. He leaned in and kissed me.
"If you stick around, maybe you'll find out," he whispered against my lips and kissed me again.
While I cleaned up the kitchen, Ethan retrieved my clothes out of the dryer.
He inspected them like he did everything else before handing them back to me.
I went to the bathroom and changed.
When I returned, he was stretched out on the couch, the television on low and his laptop opened on his lap.
"I should probably get going." I headed toward the door. "I have a ton of reading to get through."
It was ten o'clock, but I honestly didn't want to go.
Despite the ill-fitting furniture, I felt comfortable in Ethan's place.
"You have your laptop in your bag?" he asked typing on his computer.
