by Sierra Hill
“Hmm, not all college students are twenty-years-old chicks. I’m sure there are plenty of college women who could easily debunk that theory for you.”
“Maybe, but it doesn’t matter anyway,” he says adamantly, pointing a finger at his chest. “Monk status. That’s me.”
We laughed and had another drink together until we decided the bar was getting too loud and crowded on a Saturday night, and we took our old thirty-year-old asses out of there.
Now as I walk into a fairly dark house, the discussion with Lucas runs on repeat in my head as I wonder just what might happen if I started something with Brooklyn. It’s obvious we have a mutual attraction to one another. She matched each one of my kisses with an intensity of her own, not backing down or shying away with her touches and comments. She’s the one who kissed me first.
She asked me to fuck her.
I doubt Brooklyn has ever said something she didn’t mean. She’s too smart. Too confident in what she wants and what she’s after in life to be anything other than authentic.
She’s a woman who balances her nurturing side with a sexual heat that smolders underneath the surface. Brooklyn has never come off as a flirtatious or overtly seductive woman. She’s never openly flaunted her body or sexuality with me, but it exists in everything she does.
Brooklyn possesses a natural softness in her mannerisms. She does everything with a shine and a sparkle. It’s no wonder that Caleb has fallen in love with his nanny. And there’s no doubt it’s part of the reason she’s captured my interest and pulled me into her captivating warmth.
I come to a stop in the living room where a table lamp glows yellow, where Brooklyn is curled up on the couch, her hands stacked together underneath her cheek. Her legs, partially covered with a quilted throw, stretch out along the cushions, her light-pink painted toes peeking out from under the blanket. One of Caleb’s stuffed toys is cuddled between her arms, snuggled into her breasts.
She looks content and beautiful as she surrenders to sleep.
I gaze down at her sleeping form for a few minutes, listening to the soft wisps of her breath and watch the rise and fall of her chest with each slow intake of air into her lungs. My feet move in her direction on their own accord. My desire to make sure she’s comfortable is overshadowed by my greedy impulse to touch her.
Sinking quietly to my knees on the floor beside her, I tenderly stroke the side of her cheek with my thumb, her rose-petal softness overwhelming my senses. A sweet mewling noise escapes her lips and I halt my movement. She’s quiet again, and I continue tracing a line across her cheek, down her neck and sweep away the hair that’s fallen across her neck. Her scent surrounds me and has me aching for a taste of her skin. To gorge myself on her fragrance of lilac and linen.
Brooklyn slowly stirs awake, her eyes peeling open, lips parting and the tip of her pink tongue peeks out to wet her bottom lip. I stifle a groan.
“Mmm. That feels good.” The lazy, lethargic grin she gives me is my undoing.
It’s sweet torture, but I allow my fingers to trail the silky slope of her shoulder and down over the curve of her waist and hip where her shirt rises up. I sweep over the surface, back and forth, back and forth, until I can’t take it anymore and I slide my hand underneath her shirt where a strip of skin appears. My fingertips brush over the soft surface there, extracting another moan from Brooklyn, this time longer and louder.
My cock thickens against my pants zipper, straining upward as if a marionette on a string, the sound of her pleasure is music to my ears. And to my dick.
I lean over her, my lips finding the patch of warmth at the hollow of her neck. A now familiar scent of sun and crisp linen fills my nostrils and rushes to my stiffening cock.
A shot of lust ricochets through my body when she rolls over onto her back, her hand lassoing around my wrist to relocate my palm to her breast.
Oh fuck. This is going to happen.
“Are you sure, Brooklyn?”
She pushes up to her elbows, bracing herself against the cushions so her face is inches from mine.
She brushes a kiss at the corner of my mouth, her lips tilting up in a ‘come hither’ smile.
“Yes. I want this, Garrett.”
16
Brooklyn
I was dreaming about Garrett.
In my dream, he held me pressed against the kitchen wall just like the other night, his hand down my panties, fingering me to orgasm as he handed out open-mouthed kisses all over my body as if they were candy.
And then suddenly, as if I’d manifested it into happening, my sex-filled-dream became something real, as a living, breathing Garrett began touching and kissing me with such unbelievable tenderness that I could no longer contain my husky moans of pleasure.
His own smoky voice filters through my sleep-dazed consciousness and my body awakens to a flood of heat and desire.
“Let me make you feel good, Brooklyn. It’s all I want to do.”
Garrett’s hand that I had transferred to my breast with a naughty grin, kneads and plumps my flesh, a thumb skimming over the rounded peak of my nipple, eliciting a sharp fissure of pleasure between my legs.
I smooth a hand over his jawline, the texture of his whiskers rough against my palm. I shiver as my lips meld with his. Hard. Intense. His tongue plunges into my mouth and I suck on him ravenously, with a hunger that’s been building for weeks.
We move together, our mouths connected, tongues dueling greedily, as I shift into a sitting position, Garrett’s hand sliding down the material of my tank to expose my breast. He cups it in his hand, plumping the flesh in his palm with just the right amount of pressure that could get me off with little to no more effort than that. I make sounds like I’ve never made before, moaning and keening for something just out of reach.
When his wet mouth finds my nipple and he suckles it between his teeth, rolling the tip of his tongue over the delicate flesh, I cry out for mercy. For more. My overly sensitive skin basking in every touch of his mouth, his hands, his body.
Garrett snickers, a sexy smirk twisting across his lips and his eyes cut to mine before he goes in for the kill and laves my entire breast with the flat of his tongue. My body jerks skyward, hips punching forward as he sweeps a hand underneath my rear and pulls me forward, my knees spreading wide as he nestles me against his firmness.
Just like the other night, his hard bulge strains beneath his jeans and beckons me to grind against him wantonly, as he continues to bite, nip and savor my breasts.
I reach between us, rubbing my palm over his erection, applying firm pressure as I graze over the imposing thickness.
Nimbly, I unbutton his fly, sliding my hand into the waistband and hitting the motherlode. My fist conforms around his cockhead and I squeeze, his groan of pleasure confirming what I’d already hoped. That he likes my boldness.
I’m not a shy lover. My experience isn’t vast but the men I’ve been with in college have taught me enough of what I need to know. But there isn’t always a one-size fits all answer, so it’s also my policy to ask.
“How do you like it?” I ask with a hard pull of his flesh as he jerks in my hand.
“Anything. Hard and fast is good.”
Testing the waters, I allow my hand to slip further down where there’s less give in the material, to the curve of his balls, cupping their weight in my palm and scoring them lightly with my short fingernails.
He simpers with flat-out pleasure. “Oh shit, yes.”
While I’ve distracted him for only a moment, his focus returns to the task at hand and he works to extract my shorts and panties from me, pulling them over my hips and down my legs. Having to adjust my position, I shift my knees and lift my ass, allowing him room to divest me of my clothes.
Garrett backs up onto his heels, surveying the property between my legs like a man looking over his choices at a buffet. Hungry and undecided as to what he wants. Ready to fill his plate with everything and gorge until he gets his fill.
With
an appraising glance, his eyes grow dark, indicating he likes what he sees. With one hand on my kneecap, he nudges my legs open. The other cups my mound, a finger tracking the small patch of landing strip at my pelvis, sending zinging pulses of pleasure through my body and drenching me with wetness.
“I’m going to put my mouth on you,” he vocalizes in a low, sexy timbre. “And I’m not stopping until you’re either screaming my name or God’s.”
My head involuntarily drops back against the couch as he drags his knuckles over my inner thigh, his thumbs digging into both thighs before he leans in and breathes me in. He’s barely touched me and I’m nearly convulsing with riotous pleasure as his lips curl around my clit and he sucks.
I was already wet and pliant for him, but the minute his mouth lands on my center, and he opens the folds of my core with his fingers, I’m seconds from coming. It won’t take much more than that.
I hear myself cry out a plea of something. What, I don’t know, but it’s all irrelevant because Garrett seems to know exactly what I need and want.
He vacillates between using soft, feather-light strokes of his tongue and fingers to torturing me with long, hard pulls of my clit between his teeth, and then soothing the sting with caresses and the plunge of his tongue inside me.
I’m stretched out wide, Garrett’s head between my legs, my hand on top of his head, undulating my hips as I buck and grind against his face. The stubble of his beard abrades my sensitive inner thighs, only heightening the tension that rises and builds, coiling low in my belly, like a Cobra ready to strike.
My voice is a strangled whisper. “I’m close. Garrett…so close. Just a little more…”
But I can’t finish the sentence as he locks his lips around my clit and sucks hard, two fingers entering me and curving upward to find the sweet spot that sends me to oblivion.
“Ommmmigod, Garrett…” I scream out in pleasure as I’m rocked with one of the longest, deepest, purest orgasms I’ve ever had.
My entire body tightens and strains against the radiating vibrations of my release, rocketing me up to the heavens and then slowly returning me to earth with a floating glide of triumphant relief.
When I finally find the strength to open my eyes and lift my head, which feels heavy and weighted, Garrett is wiping a hand over his mouth with one hand and stroking his cock in the other.
Holy hell, that’s so hot.
“You planning to hog that all for yourself?” I ask with the tilt my head, giving him a taunting smile as I slide my fingers between my legs where he’d just been. “Or are you going to fuck me?”
I gasp loudly when he grabs my leg and yanks me off the couch and we tumble to the floor, Garrett landing on top of me.
“You’re a naughty little tease, aren’t you?”
And then he’s plunging inside me, hard and deep, until I practically see stars.
17
Garrett
When I was playing professional basketball, I’d get in the zone, where everything else shuts down and goes quiet in your head and the only thing that matters is the game.
Dribble, run, pass, shoot, block.
Repeat.
The same thing happened the moment I walked in and saw Brooklyn stretched out asleep on the couch. The minute our mouths connected, and we kissed, any and all rational thought I may have had flew out of my head, leaving me on a runaway train with a one-track desire. To get inside Brooklyn.
The only things that would’ve stopped me would have been the word ‘No’ or Caleb’s cries from his bedroom. Thankfully, neither happened and I was on a mission to devour Brooklyn and bring us both to orgasm.
As soon as she came on my tongue and I felt her spasming release, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock needed relief, so I took matters in my own hand. And this time, when she asked me to fuck her, I didn’t think twice.
My cock nestled into the juncture of her thighs as I landed on top of her on the floor, her heat so intense there was nothing that could stop me from burying myself inside her.
I swallow her gasp with a searing kiss, my tongue sweeping through her mouth, her salty honey taste still on my lips as we explore the feel of each other in this position.
“Brooklyn,” I grit her name out through my teeth, the pleasure so exquisite it has me shaking and ready to come soon. “You okay?”
The heels of my palms press into the rug next to her ears, as I lift myself over her, inviting her to open her eyes to look at me. I don’t know what I expect to find when she opens her silvery-green irises to me, but it fills me with a happiness I haven’t felt in years.
I experiment with a slow thrust, groaning from the tight heat that sheaths my aching cock. Her arousal on my tongue was consuming, but the slick wet slide of her pussy is magical. This woman has cast a spell over my life in every way.
She lifts her head, lips meeting the curve of my neck as she bites my flesh before teasing the sting with the tip of her tongue.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly. “Don’t hold back. Take me there again.”
Who is this girl? My God, she’s fucking perfect in every way.
I let out a soundless laugh because she has no idea what she’s in for. I’m a competitive person, it’s made me a good ball player and now a decent coach. I thrive on the win, my determination to exceed goals propelling me to victory. And damn, if she wants me to make her come again, then by God, I’ll make it happen.
Brooklyn’s tank top still covers her deliciously full breasts, and I want to feel everything. I want to make her wild with desire as I play with her nipples and sink into her heat.
I shift to my knees, the move extracting my dick from her entrance. She stares at me as if I’m crazy.
Removing my T-shirt over my head, I flick my chin for her to do the same. I discard my shirt to the side and help her divest her tank when her arms get tangled in the material, extracting a disgruntled gripe.
“Here, I got you.” I reach over her head where her arms outstretch and tug the shirt off.
We’re now completely naked, our bodies exposed in intimate knowledge of one another, and the sheer connection we share is combustible and explosive. I slip a hand in hers, holding it above her head, interlacing my long fingers through her delicate ones, holding her in place as I dip my mouth to her exposed breast.
Everything about Brooklyn is sweet, but her rosebud nipples are a delicacy. She squirms beneath me, lifting her hips off the floor to connect once again with my throbbing cock. Using my teeth to score lightly over the pebbled tip, I guide my cock back inside, as she opens for me further.
I want to watch her tits bounce as I fuck her. To see the fluid movement and jiggle of her perfect breasts – plump, full and pert. Freeing her wrist from my grasp, I tilt her hips up with my hands underneath her ass, as I push back on my heels, leaving her feet planted on the floor. Repositioned now, it allows me to go so much deeper, the tip of my cock hitting her in a place I know she likes each time I plunge deep. With every surge of my pelvis, I make contact with her sensitive clit, grinding my hips in a slow rotation, the move drawing out a gasp.
“There, there, there.”
My hands clutch her firm ass, drawing her into me with each thrust so she can grind against my lap. She’s soon panting heavily, her rocking hips and parted lips a sure sign she’s close.
My balls begin to tighten, drawing up to signal my impending orgasm, slapping against us both, the sounds of our panting breaths mixing with the tension of our climbing need.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I use my thumb to circle her clit until she detonates and comes apart.
“Garrett...”
I see the moment she lets go, her mouth opening in a gasp, an elongated moan slipping past her lips and her body tensing as her eyes snap shut.
“Open your eyes. Look at me. I want you to watch as I fuck you.”
Her body undulates and shakes uncontrollably in my grip, her eyes hooded with desire.
My release b
arrels out of nowhere, overtaking my stability, requiring that I lay her flat so I can thrust wildly with abandon as I pump faster and harder inside her. The tingling sensation starts in my toes, climbing up through my legs into the base of my spine, my thighs, and ass tightening, balls contracting with warmth as I reach the point of desperation.
“I’m coming…”
The spasms of release send me to the moon and back, my entire body seizing and contracting as I pull out and shoot my release across Brooklyn’s smooth abdomen.
Recovery comes slowly, as my heart rate and breath become more regulated, the sweat beads drying across my back, as I succumb to relaxation and roll to my side.
“Holy shit,” I murmur, my eyes drifting closed in post-coital bliss. But that feeling doesn’t last long, as reality comes racing back swift and fast.
I just fucked Brooklyn.
My son’s nanny.
A woman I employ and need to keep employed through the remaining summer.
I have no idea what this might mean for her.
What if she wants something more from me than just sex?
I can’t do a relationship. I won’t ever go through that again.
On top of these worries, we had unprotected sex. Although I pulled out at the last minute so I didn’t come inside her, we didn’t discuss protection. We didn’t discuss anything.
Jesus, there I go again. I’ve already made this mistake once before. I’m not ready to make it again. I like Brooklyn. A lot. I care about her. But I can’t give her a commitment right now.
All of these thoughts run through my head and put an immediate damper on the experience we just shared, turning it into a minor panic attack for me.
Even though Brooklyn assures me with her words, it still sends prickles of fear through my head.
