by Falon Stone
She starts to move, pushing her pussy down over my slick fingers. Slowly at first, but she gains confidence and begins to move faster. Her moans grow louder, matching the speed at which she fucks my fingers. “I want to feel you come on my fingers.”
My words drive her forward, causing her body to shiver, but she doesn’t stop. I meet her thrusts, pounding into her so hard and fast that I wonder if she’ll even be able to walk by the time she comes.
“Yes!”
I thrust hard, adding a third finger for just a little more impact.
“Fuck, yes!”
“Come for me,” I tell her before sealing my mouth around her lips and capturing her moans of pleasure.
Her body shakes in my arms as she rides the waves of orgasm that crash over her repeatedly. Her pussy contracts around my fingers, pulling them deeper inside. I hum my approval and try to ignore my raging hard-on that’s throbbing for relief.
When her body goes limp, I sweep my thumb across her clit in appreciation and feel her insides convulse again as she whimpers. “You came like such a good girl, Cybill, that I’m going to let you suck my cock.” I smirk because, really, it was entirely my pleasure. But since she’s into the dirty girl stuff, I’m rolling with it.
She licks her lips, blinking back her post-orgasm haze as a lazy, sated smile spreads across her face. “There’s nothing I want more than to suck your cock.”
Walter, you dumb fuck.
As she falls to her knees and starts to undo my jeans, it’s the only thing I can think about. What kind of moron would let a woman like Cybill slip from his grasp? I’ve never known someone to be so enthusiastic about sucking a cock.
When her lips close around the head of my cock, my knees buckle slightly, and I place my hands against the wall for support. I lose my breath when her hands grab my ass, and she pulls me even deeper into her mouth until my cock is sliding down the back of her throat.
Sweet heaven.
There’s nothing more thrilling than this. When Garrett had the idea for our company, I never thought it would work. But right about now, I could kiss the man. Pure brilliance.
“Fuck, you suck a mean cock.” I rock my hips and fuck her mouth.
She moans and digs her fingernails into the fleshy part of my ass, pulling me forward with more vigor. I’m a goner. At this pace, I’m not lasting more than thirty seconds, especially after having an erection for so long.
I don’t fight it. When the moment strikes and my body tenses, I go with it and let it carry me over the edge. My body’s shaking, ripples of pleasure shooting out from my center to my extremities, and all I can do is stand there and try to breathe. Cybill doesn’t slow, sucking every ounce of orgasm out of me.
“Damn.” I’m completely out of breath.
She smiles up at me with my cock still in her mouth, before releasing her grip on my ass and letting my cock fall from her lips. She doesn’t stand to spit—but swallows everything I gave her. She starts to stand, but I quickly give her a hand up from being on her knees. “You make blow jobs fun.”
“Darlin’, you can suck my cock anytime. I never want to deprive you of fun.”
She giggles softly and her face flushes. The innocence in her is evident. She hasn’t experienced much, based on the way she blushes and the tiny, schoolgirl laugh she lets out. My guess is that she married young, and Walter, the dumb fuck, never pleasured and used her in the way she deserved.
I pull my pants up and push my cock back inside. “Although I could do this all day, I need to get the demo started in this room.”
“I don’t want to keep you,” she says, pulling her shorts back on and righting herself. “I’ll be in the kitchen fixing some lunch. When you’re ready for a break, come out and have a bite to eat.”
“Thanks. Give me a few hours. I need to see some progress before I can do anything else.”
“I need to make sure you have enough energy for all the work you have on your hands.”
“I have plenty of energy.” I smile and give her a tap on the ass as she starts to walk out the door. When she’s far enough away that I won’t scare her, I grab the sledgehammer and swing freely, knocking down everything that isn’t necessary in the room.
I’ve had some interesting projects since we started the company, but this may be my best yet. Three hours later, Cybill calls my name. I’d lost track of time because I was so engrossed in the task at hand. There’s nothing more satisfying—besides sex, that is—than seeing a space transform before my eyes. Knowing that I did it, created something entirely new from something old and drab is thrilling.
She convinces me to put down the tools and join her for a late lunch. I clean my hands, washing away her scent and the dirt before sitting. She places a sandwich on my plate, along with a giant helping of potato salad. I didn’t feel hungry until I smelled the food in front of me.
“Tell me a little about yourself.”
The question makes me laugh softly. The woman has had my cock halfway down her throat, but she knows nothing about me. The same can be said for me. I’ve tasted her sweetness, but I couldn’t tell anyone much more than she’s a lonely divorcée.
I tell her snippets of my life. My inability to find love, especially in my line of work, which makes it almost impossible. No sane woman would allow me to work half-naked, no matter how secure she was in the relationship. It would take a special woman who was probably a whole lotta crazy to be okay with it. Besides that little tidbit, I keep everything basic and sterilize it as much as possible.
Although we’re having fun and I’m doing my job, Cybill and I have a shelf life, and I don’t want to do anything to lead her on or give her hope for something more. Twenty minutes later, I’m back to work, ripping apart the bedroom and staying on task.
5
Cybill hasn’t been around much in the last week, and I yearn for her. I’ve wanted to bury my cock inside her and relieve a little pent-up energy I hadn’t bothered to satisfy myself. She’s been busy having lunch with her friends and dealing with Walter and the impending divorce.
The bathroom has been my favorite project in the house so far. I installed a new Jacuzzi tub, easily big enough for two people. I tore up and replaced the old white tile with new gray marble flooring. The real gem of the bathroom is the new shower that I’ve just finished. It had to be able to fit six people, and it was pretty much a party shower if I had ever seen one. The ceiling has a LED rainfall shower fixture installed, which can turn up to five different colors depending how it’s programmed, and six shower heads at various levels along the wall. This shower could knock the mud off a baby elephant.
“Wow! I love it, Hunter.” She claps her hands, jumping up and down when she walks in shortly after I arrive. It’s obvious she has no bra on by the way her breasts are bouncing under her tight V-neck dress, and I’m instantly hard.
“Jesus, you damn near scared me to death, Cybill.”
“Sorry, Hunter. I thought you would’ve heard me coming in the door.”
“Guess I was too busy admiring the shower. It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”
A slight sigh escapes her lips. “It is stunning. My girlfriends are going to be so jealous of it. I bet once they see it, they will be knocking down your door for you to come over and redo theirs too. You always seem to come up during our lunch conversations. I have a feeling they’re going to want your services when you’re finished with me.”
“There’s still a ton of work here, and not everyone gets the same service as you.”
“You mean, you don’t let everyone suck your cock?”
I love the way she says cock. It feels like an eternity since I’ve had any fun with her. I reach for her, unable to wait another minute to have her again, and place her hand against my dick. “How about a little replay, Cybill. It’s been forever since I’ve had my cock in your mouth.”
“Mmmm. I would love to, but I have some company coming over shortly.” The entire time she’s been squeezing and massaging my
balls and driving me up a wall. “Maybe after they leave I can make some time for that beautiful dick of yours.” She pulls me closer with nothing except the grip she has on my dick and plants her lips on mine.
I can’t help myself, sliding my hands under her dress and exposing her neatly trimmed pussy, but she grabs my hand and pushes it away before I can do anything.
“Don’t get me started. Once you do, I won’t be able to stop myself.”
I’m not going to give up that easily. I wrap my arm around her back and pull her body close before running my hand up her thigh until I reach her pussy. My fingers dip between her soft lips, parting them with my middle finger and relishing her wetness.
“Hunter, stop, I have…”
I insert two fingers into her, curling them upward and holding her to me. When she doesn’t protest, I move my fingers quickly, in and out of her repeatedly until she starts to breathe heavy. I know I’ve got her right where I want her.
“Suck my cock,” I whisper in her ear.
“Make me come, and I will,” she whispers back.
Without even giving it a second thought, I pound my fingers into her, rubbing her clit with the fleshy part of my palm. With each outward motion, I stroke her G-spot, the place I know makes her scream in pleasure. She’s just as responsive as ever, and Cybill’s body begins to shake and her breathing becomes ragged before she tips over the edge and spirals into bliss.
Seconds later, when she almost catches her breath but is still wild with lust, she drops to her knees and starts to undo the zipper on my jeans.
“That’s a good girl,” I say as my cock springs free, and she slides it into her open, waiting mouth. I push on the back of her head, pressing my length into the back of her throat and moan. She uses one hand to stroke my cock and the other to cup my balls as her pace quickens. I’m in heaven, riding the high and savoring every minute of being inside her mouth. But then she stops, and my eyes fly open as I glance down at her.
“I need your cock in me already. I need to feel you inside of me,” she says, standing up with her hand still wrapped around my hard dick.
I’m not going to argue. I don’t care how I come as long as I do. If Cybill wants me to bang her, I’ll happily oblige.
She places her hands on the counter and bends over, lifting her ass high in the air to expose her pussy. “Fuck me,” she demands, and it’s a complete turn-on.
I walk up behind her with my cock in my hand and rub it against her slickness before thrusting into her. She moans as I fill her with my entire length, pounding into her without remorse.
“I’ve been waiting for this since the day I laid eyes on you,” I murmur against her neck before sinking my teeth into her shoulder. I pull out slowly, leaving just the head of my cock in her, pausing for a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded.
“Hunter.” She pushes against me, but I hold her by the waist, keeping her right where I want her.
“You want me to fuck you hard?”
“Yes, please! Don’t tease me. I haven’t been fucked in months. Please!”
With a force that lifts her in the air, I thrust back into her. I pull back out and slam into her again. “Is that how you want it, hard and deep?”
“Yes,” she moans, bending at the waist to give me deeper access.
I take no mercy on her as I hold her by the hips and pound into her. My body smashes against her ass cheeks as I fuck her like it’s breakup sex. I thrust hard and deep, and her legs spread wider as she begins to shake. I can feel her pussy start to tighten as she grows wetter.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she screams. “Don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
I pick up the pace when I feel her pussy contract around me. My balls start to tighten, and I don’t hold back. I can’t. I need this just as much as she wants it. I pound into her hard, and I feel her coming on my cock as I push myself deeper. We stand motionless as we climax at the same time, barely able to breathe on shaky legs.
“Oh, God. I haven’t come like that in years, if ever,” she says, turning toward me when we’ve both come back down from the small slice of heaven we’ve both been craving.
The doorbell rings, and our moment is gone.
6
I start working on the closet as Cybill mingles with her friends, catching glimpses of her as I come in and out of the house to gather materials and take out trash. She’s sexy as hell as she chitchats with her friends, flipping her hair when she laughs.
Am I falling for her? It’s been years since I’ve had feelings for a woman. I can’t be falling in love.
The business Garrett and I have built is based on sex appeal. It’s what sets us apart from the hundreds of other home remodeling companies.
I can’t fall in love. It would ruin my ability to work without a guilty conscience. No woman in her right mind would want other women gawking at me all day.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Cybill, but she’s probably not looking for a relationship. She needed to feel wanted, to feel like a woman again, and I was there and willing.
She startles me as I am staring at the wall, contemplating my feelings for her. “Hey, Hunter, do you want some lunch?”
“What?” I ask, because I’m still trying to work through my feelings and can barely form a thought.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I was thinking about something.”
“Thinking about your girlfriend?” she asks.
“I don’t have one. Do you think any woman would want me? I spend a ton of hours working, and I don’t think she would like me walking around houses half-naked.”
“If you were my man, I wouldn’t want to share you with anyone.” She stands in front of me, running her finger down the center of my chest. “So, about lunch? Come on and take a break. I want to show you off a little.”
“Sure, what the hell.” I drop my tool belt to the floor and follow her into the kitchen. “I’m starving. I worked up an appetite from this morning.”
“Ladies, you remember Hunter,” Cybill says, placing her arm through mine. She’s showing me off like some sort of prized possession to an almost entirely different group of women.
I tip my head to them. “Afternoon, ladies.”
“Where in the hell did you find such a fine-ass handyman?” a woman asks who wasn’t here the first time I met her friends.
“Hands off, Martha. He’s all mine. I may have him build me a whole new house just to keep him around.” Cybill says, clutching my arm tighter and laughing with her friends.
My mind swirls with possibilities and fantasies. Cybill and me. Me and Cybill. Happily ever after crosses through my mind as it has a time or two in the last week. The thought of leaving her behind, knowing I was nothing more than an amazing fuck, makes me feel a pang of sadness.
Rein it in, Hunter. Never going to happen.
“It’s been such an absolute pleasure. You wouldn’t have to go through all that to make me stick around.”
The laughter dies, and all eyes in the room are on me because of the words I just spoke from the heart. But I didn’t use my head.
Way to go, dumbass.
Cybill turns to face me with her eyes wide and filled with shock. “Can I see you in the other room?” she whispers, but everyone hears her because it’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
A knot forms deep in the pit of my stomach like someone just sucker-punched me. “Sure.”
I had to open my big mouth and screw shit up.
Cybill tells her guests to go about their conversations and that we’d be back in a moment, but there’s only silence. Even as I follow her out of the room, I feel every set of eyes on my back, boring holes into me and wondering what the hell’s going on. Angelique’s probably bursting at the seams to drop the details on our not-so-platonic relationship in an effort to make Cybill look bad, because she wants a piece of me too.
“What was that?” Cybill asks as soon as we’re inside her bedroom.
/> I’m standing a foot away from her, the ball in my stomach growing larger as I try to gauge her expression, but I fail epically. “It just came out. I don’t know. Everything about you is perfect. You’re beautiful, funny, witty, and…you suck a mean dick…” I try to break the tension in the air.
“I’m not perfect, Hunter. Walter cheated on me and is divorcing me, probably for a reason.”
“Walter’s a fucking idiot. A scrawny sissy. He wouldn’t know the first thing about taking care of a woman and her needs. You met him at a young age. People grow, and their needs change. You’re not the problem, Cybill.” Reaching up, I brush my hand across her cheek and gaze into her eyes.
“Let’s talk after everyone leaves. I don’t want them sitting out there any longer whispering about us.” She leads me back into the kitchen.
I finish my sandwich as the ladies discuss the new Louboutin shoes that arrived at Neiman Marcus. That’s all it takes for the ladies to start squawking like a bunch of ravens, basically forgetting I am still there.
“All right, ladies.” I stand and give them a quick nod before setting my plate in the sink. “It was nice seeing you again. I have some work to finish.”
“Bye, Hunter,” they say in unison.
“Jesus, way to totally kill a moment and embarrass myself,” I mumble to myself when I’m out of earshot. I grab my tool belt, snapping it back on my waist before I get back to work, while their laughter echoes down the hallway.
Two hours pass, which seems like an eternity, and the ladies are finally making their way to the door.
“Bye. See you tomorrow for lunch,” I hear Cybill say before closing the door.
Moments later, she’s leaning against the closet doorjamb, watching me. “Hunter, about earlier…” She pauses long enough for me to look up and give her my full attention. “I really like you. But I don’t think I could deal with you being fawned over doing this job. I’m not the jealous type, but I don’t think I could go about my day knowing some chick was lusting after you.”
