by Danica Avet
The minute we pull out of the parking lot of The Glasshouse, he takes my hand in his and doesn’t let go. I think that’s one of the things I love most about Shaun. He isn’t afraid to show affection toward me. I hate comparing the two, but Adam never held my hand, or slipped his arm around me just to do it, unless we were inside my apartment or his. Just like we never really went out in public. Shaun isn’t like that all. If anything, he almost seems proud to have me at his side.
It’s sweet. Yet my body sees it as some sort of warped foreplay. It’s been five months since the last time I had sex, so I guess maybe I’m a little starved for it? Apparently masturbation hasn’t done the trick to keep my needs under control, because just the simple touch of his fingers around mine, his palm pressed to mine, is enough to leave me damp and achy.
We arrive at my house and he parks before shutting the engine off. I need to start making motions like I’m ready for this night to end, but I’m not. I hadn’t even wanted to let go of his hand so he could park the damn truck. I don’t want to do anything to bring this moment of simple, innocent intimacy to an end.
“Do you want to come in?” I jump because I didn’t intend to invite him inside, the words just sort of spewing out of me without any assistance from my brain.
His fingers tighten around mine, drawing my gaze to see him watching me with one of those smiles that melt my panties. “If you don’t mind.”
“O-Okay, good,” I stammer.
He lets go of my hand, although I shiver because he draws the tips of his fingers across my palm before he climbs out of the truck. Leaving me in the cab, trembling with need. God, I need to get myself under control. I really do want to take things slower. We need to build trust between us, without the ugliness we’ve both experienced getting in the way, and we can’t do that if we jump in bed together. Right? I mean, I’m already a little in love with him simply because he’s amazing, but if we add sex to the mix…
The door opens and he holds his hand up to help me down. “Your mom raised you right,” I tease instead of throwing myself at him.
His smile is charming and nearly causes me to trip over the running board. “I’ll be sure to tell her next time she calls,” he says, making sure I’m on solid ground before moving his hand to the small of my back. “She asks about you.”
This time I really do trip, but he’s there to catch me and, for the first time, I’m not worried about looking like a klutz because his words have me gaping at him. “She does?” I squeak.
Shaun urges me down the walk, gently guiding me. “Yeah. She uh, saw that picture of us, figured you were the same woman and…” He pauses to run a hand over the back of his neck. I wish it wasn’t dark, so I could see his expression. “I told her we both work here and uh, you know, that we were friends.”
If he hadn’t been touching me, I would’ve run into my door, I’m so dumbfounded by his confession. He’d told his mother about me. A part of me is horrified. What must she think of me? She has to know we spent the night together. The other part of me melts because he told his mother about me, something Adam never did. Ever.
“That’s… Nice,” I finish lamely, because what else am I supposed to say?
Does she know we had sex?
Does she like me?
I shake my head and unlock my door, very aware of Shaun entering the house behind me. I left on a lamp in my living room, so it isn’t completely dark, but the dim illumination only adds to the sense of intimacy that suddenly surrounds us. My heart pounds hard enough to make me wonder if he can hear it as I put my purse on the side table by the door and lead the way into the living room.
Where I stand like a complete dork, unsure what to do next. I invited him in and have no clue what we were supposed to do now. If we weren’t taking things slow, I’d tackle him, but we are, so what now?
“Would you like something to drink?”
That sounded good, almost like I knew what the hell I was doing. Adam had always taken control of our time together. I’ve never been the one to call the shots in any of my relationships and I almost want to hand Shaun the reins, except then I recalled what he’d said at dinner. Baby, we can take all the time in the world if it means I get to have you in my life. No, Shaun isn’t going to pressure me into anything, which helps me to relax.
“Nothing for me, thanks,” he says with an easy smile. “If I have any more coffee, I’ll be up all night.”
“Okay, um, you want to watch television or something?”
“Why don’t you go get comfortable and, when you get back, you pull up one of those performances you did with the Red Masks?” he suggests. “I’ve been meaning to watch a couple of them, but when I’m at home I’m either watching game film or working on plays.”
“You want to watch drum corps performances?” I ask with a wrinkle of my nose.
He reaches out to tap the end of said appendage with a grin. “I want to watch you doing what you love the most.”
This time I know my smile is goofy, but I just can’t help it. And as I float up the stairs to change into something more casual and comfortable, I leave a little piece of my heart with him.
Shaun
Katie in dress clothes is a temptation I fight to resist. Katie in a pair of lounge pants with little musical notes on them and a Red Mask Squad T-shirt, has my hands itching to touch. I really do want to watch some of their performances, I hadn’t lied about it, but it had the added benefit of forcing her to sit right next to me on her sofa so we can both see the laptop screen.
I feel like a fucking teenager trying to manipulate ways to get closer to a girl. I’d done shit like this when I was fifteen, but I’m almost forty. And I feel absolutely no shame. Because with Katie’s thigh and hip pressed against me as we crowd around the screen, it’s almost as good as wrapping myself around her.
“This is the show we did for a drum corps competition,” she says as she brings up the feed. “God, this was so long ago.”
My eyes are on the screen as she presses play, but my attention is on her. The scent of her, the warmth next to me… It’s the most delicious kind of torture. She points herself out on the field and my gaze sharpens on the screen. She was the smallest of the squad but, as soon as they begin to perform, there was no doubt she could hold her own. Despite my body’s response to the nearness of hers, I find I’m captivated by the performance. They’re good. Or they were good, and although their faces are set in impassive masks for most of the routine, you can see they’re enjoying themselves.
Even though they’re all talented, my gaze follows Katie’s form. She looks young. Maybe mid-twenties, and her hair’s a lot longer. Cute as a motherfucking button. The snares do tricks with their sticks, tossing them back and forth, passing them down the line, playing on each other’s drums, things that make the audience cheer. And when they finish, my eyes are locked on the small image of Katie’s face, which glows.
“Well, there you go. That’s it,” she says with a little laugh as she closes the video player.
I’m not ready for this to be over. “How about that one?” I ask, pointing to another clip in the same time period the first one was from.
I glance over to see her forehead furrow, confusion in her pretty eyes. “You really want to watch another one?”
“Of course I do,” I say without hesitation. “This is your passion, babe. This is what made you the person you are today so of course I want to see—”
The rest of my words are muffled because she goes from staring at me in disbelief to sitting in my lap, her lips on mine, the laptop falling to the floor with a thump. I freeze for a split second, equally stunned she’s made the first move and thankful she’s made the first move. And that small pause was the only concession of restraint I could make before I dive right in, sliding my hands around to cup her full ass, holding her to my erection as I kissed her with everything I have.
She makes a little sound, of hunger, of need, and rocks against me. Swear to fucking god, her heat
scalds me through her lounge pants and my slacks, and my dick starts to slicken with want. But I won’t fuck her. I won’t even make love to her or anything in between. I want her. Fuck do I want her, but I need her to be all in, not because of her hormones, but because she can’t live without me.
That doesn’t mean I stop myself though. I’m not made of ice. The way she rocks her pussy over my cock, sucking on my tongue, her fingers digging into my scalp, there’s no fucking way I can stop. Squeezing her ass, I help guide her over me, grinding against her core, our mouths connected, imitating the thrust and retreat I wish I was doing inside her. She makes a high-pitched noise when I roll my hips, so I do it again. And again, until she suddenly pulls out of the kiss.
Opening my eyes, I watch her as she rolls into my thrusts. She’s the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen, with her glasses askew, parted lips all puffy from our kisses, soft noises of pleasure escaping her. This is the Katie I see when I take my dick in hand. This is the way I see her when I come with her name on my lips. Knowing she’s getting off on this, I work even harder to bring her to orgasm.
“You gonna come for me, Katie,” I pant, as I squeeze her ass even harder. I’m probably leaving bruises, but I can’t help myself. My fingers are almost at the center of her, the heat of her pussy burning the tips. I groan and drag her against me, circling my hardened shaft against her. “God, you’re so beautiful like this. Want to see you come for me, baby. Need it. Want to watch you fall a-fucking-part.”
“Shaun,” she whines, her hips moving faster. “Shaun!”
Her nipples are hard points beneath her shirt and I lean forward, wrapping my lips around one through the material. Catching her between my teeth, I give her a gentle bite and feel her whole body jolt seconds before she let out a keening moan, shuddering against me. I release her nipple, giving it a kiss, but I continue rocking her into me, stretching out her orgasm until she wilts against me. I hold her close as she trembles and pants, the fragrance of her arousal scenting the air around us.
My balls are tight, my dick harder than a steel pipe, but I’m content to hold my woman as she comes down, stroking her hair and back. Yeah, I want to slide right inside her tight pussy, feel her come around me, yet that’s just a short-term goal. I want it all. I want her next to me every night. I want her goofy smiles and her laughs. I want it fucking all.
Closing my eyes, I rest my head on the back of the sofa, just enjoying the warmth of her cuddled into me. Yes, I’m uncomfortable. I want to come so bad I’m pretty sure all it would take is another roll of her hips, but this was all about Katie.
“Oh god, I’m so embarrassed,” she groans, just as I start to fall into a daydream of having this every single day.
She lifts her head and yeah, she’s embarrassed. Her face is red enough that her blonde eyebrows go invisible against her skin. And she won’t look at me.
Not about to let that happen, I cup her jaw and turn her to face me. Her eyes are closed. Kind of like a kid trying to hide from someone in plain sight. If I can’t see you, you can’t see me; but I see her. I see all of her and I love every piece.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever had happen to me in my life,” I tell her, my voice hoarse. Her eyes pop open. I nod, reading the doubt in her face. “Second base with you is better than a home run with anyone else.”
It doesn’t seem possible, but her face turns even redder and she ducks to press it against my throat. “God, I attacked you,” she mumbles into my neck, her warm breath sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
And my cock pulses, thinking it’s about to get some action.
“Drums make you hot, babe,” I joke, stroking her hair. “And watching you play drums makes me hot. It’s a win-win.”
She lets out this huff of air that’s half-laugh, half-groan, but she doesn’t move. “I really didn’t mean to… You know,” she mutters. “It’s just, you’re so sweet sometimes and I honestly only meant to kiss you, not jump you like a horny teenager.”
I can’t stop my grin, glad she can’t see my face. “Feel free to jump me anytime.”
Then I have to bite back a groan as she wiggles in my lap, snuggling into me before she stops abruptly. Her head lifts, putting us nose-to-nose.
“Oh my god, you didn’t…” Her gaze darts from my face down and back again. “You didn’t come,” she whispers, as though it’s a secret.
I laugh because yeah, there’s no mistaking what’s pressed against her pussy. “No, although it was a near miss.”
“I’m so sorry!” Her face seems to crumble before she licks her lips. “I can, you know, help you out.”
My body clamors in agreement. I’m so hard, it hurts. Fuck, even thinking about Katie’s hand or mouth anywhere near my dick has the base of my spine tingling. Do I want it? Hell yes. It wouldn’t even take long to get me off because I’m so close I’d probably shoot my load before she even touched me. But that wasn’t what this was about.
So I shake my head and lean forward to press a soft kiss to her lips. “No babe, I’m good. This was all for you, but I will take some more cuddling from you.”
She studies me for several beats before she gives me this smile— Fuck, this smile is like a million times brighter than any I’ve ever seen from her. And it’s all mine.
“Okay,” she whispers, tucking her face against my throat once more. “Thank you.”
Katie. I swear it’s like she’s trying to kill me. But what a way to go.
Kate
Shaun’s body is hard all over, but cuddling with him is the best thing ever. Really. It’s like he was made for me because I’m so comfortable I could fall asleep. You know, if I still wasn’t so embarrassed for jumping him so I could dry hump him. My face burns and I press it tighter against his neck.
And I feel awful. He’s still aroused. Now that I’m in my right mind, I can feel the long, thick bar of his erection nestled right between my legs. Moments ago I’d appreciated it because Shaun has moves that would put an erotic dancer to shame. Through four layers of clothing—our pants and underwear—he managed to give me a spectacular orgasm. And all I did was take it.
With my face hidden, I bite my lip and debate. I don’t want to be a selfish lover. No, I’m not quite ready for us to go all the way—how much more like a teenager could I sound?—but I don’t want him to hurt and I know he has to be hurting. He’s so tense, despite the soothing way he’s stroking my hair and the steady thump of his heart against my chest. And he was just going to accept it.
Going by instinct and the need to make him feel as good as he made me feel, I kiss his neck. He has his head tilted back, resting on the back of the sofa, so it’s exposed. His beard tickles my nose and lips, but I like it. Easing my hands from his shoulders, I slide my palms down his chest, marveling anew that this man wants me. And not just sexually. If he just wanted sex from me, he could’ve taken advantage of me tonight, but he didn’t.
He sucks in a deep breath when I dig my fingers into his pecs. “Katie?” he questions, voice a rough rumble that I feel in my womb.
I kiss his neck again, nipping the skin as my fingers slide down his long torso. “Just… Just let me,” I whisper because I have no idea how to tell him I want to give him a hand job.
The hand stroking my hair pauses, clenches on the strands, pulling a bit, and a thrill goes through me. I was wet because of my massive orgasm, but that little bite of pain sends another flood south. His heart beat picks up against my chest and his breathing quickens.
“Baby, you don’t have to—”
Finally I sit up, my hands on his belt, and meet his gaze. “It isn’t a have to kind of thing, Shaun. It’s a need to. I need to touch you. Will you let me do that?”
His eyes are heavy-lidded and a flush darkens the crests of his cheeks. “Whatever you want, Katie.”
I know my smile is shy, completely at odds with what I plan to do, but having him watch me as I undo his belt and open his pants gets me hot. Oh boy does it. Scoot
ing back on his thighs so I have room, I reach into his slacks, planning to pull his cock out of his briefs, only to find Shaun is going commando. My heart leaps as my fingers come into contact with smooth, velvety skin.
His grin is a little pained, a little smug, as I carefully extract him from the material. I give him my best sultry, siren’s smile and look down, only to swallow a gasp. How could I forget how… Okay, how could I forget how pretty his dick is? I know it’s stupid. Penises were… well, they’re penises. But his is long and thick, the crown tight and shiny from pre-cum, the shaft not much smaller than the head. Beautiful.
Heart galloping, my mouth watering because I kind of want to go down on him, something I hadn’t done that one night we had together, I grasp him in my right hand. He makes this sound, kind of a snarl, that drags my attention from the way I can barely get my fingers around him to his face. He’s watching me, not what I’m doing to him, watching my expressions as though he wants to make sure this is something I want.
So I hold his gaze as I stroke my hand up that long column of hot flesh, squeezing lightly, until I reach the crown. Swiping my thumb across the slick head, I watch his pupils flare, swallowing the irises, until he looks half out of his mind. Slowly, I start pumping my hand up and down his cock, enjoying the way his lips part as he starts breathing heavier, moving with him as his hips start to buck into my hand.
He’s leaking a lot now, his pre-cum easing the path of my hand, and I know he’s close. Then, so am I. Who knew I’d get so turned on giving Shaun Decker a hand job? But I am. My panties feel like they’re soaked through, my inner muscles are tense and my womb achy with want. Those realizations come to me just about when Shaun puts one of those big paws right between my legs, cupping my pussy through my clothes, his fingers unerringly finding my clit.
