by Brisa Starr
I look at him with appreciation for both the cream and his chiseled chest. “Cream?”
“I went up to the house to get it,” he says and sits next to me. “I almost brought your hot sauce, too,” he says with a smile.
A giggle escapes my smile, and my belly warms under his tender gaze. He sips his espresso, and with his free hand, he reaches for my breast, brushing my hardening nipple with his index finger. Desire shoots out of my core like arrows.
I sip my creamy espresso and say, “Last night was just foreplay. I’m looking forward to sealing the deal with you.” I pin him with innocent eyes, bat my eyelashes, and smile mischievously over my cup.
“Oh, I plan to hit a home run tonight. You can count on that, sweetheart.” His hand drops to my thigh and rests there, gently massaging.
It squeezes my heart when he calls me sweetheart, and my body glows.
“Did you get any sleep last night?” I ask and tuck my bed-head loose hair behind my ears.
“Enough.”
“Well, I know you prefer to stay up late working, so I’m sorry if I cramped your style being in here.”
“Sweetheart, you will never cramp my style.” He looks at me, my bare breasts, and then sets his espresso cup down. I follow suit, hoping we’re about to hit that home run now. I look at his growing erection and smile appreciatively. I’m dying to have his colossal cock buried in me, and a morning romp sounds like a brilliant way to start the day.
He drags his eyes seductively back to mine and teases, “So, what’s on tap for today?”
“Me,” I beg softly.
“Ha, yes, I’ll be drinking from your saucy pussy later, but I wondered if you had any classes to teach.”
“Nope. I’m a free bird!”
“Good. I had something else in mind first,” he says, and his smoky voice makes my pussy throb with need.
“Mmm, yeah? What’s your idea?” I ask, distracted, my fingers itching to wrap around his cock.
“Let’s tend to the animals. Then, I’ll take you for your normal coffee, and some breakfast, at Jürgen and Greta’s. After that, we’ll hike Black Mountain.”
“Oh cool! I’ve been wanting to do that.” I jump out of bed, naked, a wide grin plastered across my face.
“It’s hot outside, so bring water and a hat,” he warns and slaps my ass.
I gasp! Then, I look at him over my shoulder and inhale sharply, squinting. “Do that again.”
He slaps my ass again, harder this time. It stings, and I moan, instantly getting wet. “Whoa. Fuck, Adron.”
“I like seeing your sexy, moon-white ass turn pink from my hand. If you’re a good girl today, there’s more where that came from.” He stands up and gets dressed. “Alright, sweetness, let’s take care of the beasts. They’re probably wondering where the hell you’re at.”
After digging around in the bedding for my clothes, I finally find my bra and dress. The thong is nowhere to be found, so I go without.
He whistles, “Damn, no undies? You better get out of here before I change my mind and make the animals wait.”
I click my tongue, admonishing him. “I have responsibilities, so you must wait, sexy as you are.” I grab my shoes. “You wanna do chicken duty for me?” I ask and give him my sweetest smile... I’ve still not become accustomed to entering the chickens’ hellish lair.
He laughs. “You got it. I know my way around the coop.”
“Really?” I squeal and clap my hands. A day off chicken duty is a treat. “Awesome! Thank you!”
He looks at me and says, “I’ll see you up at the house in a bit.”
I bounce out of the casita, feeling some extra pep in my step. Maybe that espresso has more going for it than I thought. Or maybe I’m still feeling the aftershocks of that epic orgasm last night. Make that, four orgasms. What the hell was that about? He wouldn’t let me stop even if I wanted to.
And his delicious cock in my mouth, sucking him. I can’t wait to treat myself to that again later. I would’ve sucked him all night long if I could’ve. He tasted so good, and I loved the power I felt with him in my mouth. Our connection, him in my mouth, our mutual vulnerability, our exposed bodies at the mercy of each other… it blew my mind wide open.
I think the rest of the summer is going to be great indeed.
I bubble with bliss as I walk up to the house. When I enter, the dogs are so happy to see me, wagging their tails and jumping all over me. The cats… they don’t care. Except Phoebe. She’s my little sweetie. She rubs against me, back arched, politely asking to get her neck scratched.
I get the dogs and cats their fresh food and water. Then I run to the bathroom to brush my teeth and freshen up.
I close my eyes and shake my head slowly. Last night was like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never been in love. But falling in love is the last thing on this earth I want, so it can’t be love I feel with him. That electricity, alive and circling between us, like we connect at so many levels. What is that?
I daydream about the day ahead while I put on my gray yoga shorts and squeeze into my white sports bra. I put on my burgundy tank top over that and grab my socks and tennis shoes. I rub sunscreen on my shoulders and face before putting on my OSU baseball cap. I do a quick check in the mirror. Almost done. A quick swipe of my ruby lip gloss finishes the look.
Adron comes into the main house, not bothering to knock or ring the bell. I suppose we’re past that, and it makes me smile. I join him in the kitchen, and he looks up at me. I like the light I see shining in his eyes. If I didn’t know better, it looks like some of the heaviness has been lifted off his shoulders. He’s still dark and sexy by nature, but it’s nice to see him, well... happy. Maybe he just needed to get sucked off. I’m happy to do that again, especially if it means a happier Adron.
“I’ll take care of the chickens while you take the dogs for a quick walk down the driveway,” he says as he heads out the back door off the kitchen.
I get the dogs harnessed and leashed and take them out front. “Sorry dudes, a quick, five-minute walk is all you two get this morning. But I promise to take you guys on a longer walk this evening.” They sniff at everything and do their business outside and don’t seem to mind when we return to the house earlier than usual. I don’t blame them; it’s hot.
I find Adron in the office, and he’s sealing an envelope. “We might miss the air-conditioner repairman, so I’ll leave this taped to the door, in case he comes while we’re gone. It’s fine, I know the guy.” He grabs a hat from the coat closet and we head to the kitchen to fill our water bottles. “You ready to go?” he asks.
I look at him, tempted to suggest we stay inside and fuck all day, but it would be too hot in the main house without the air-conditioning, and holing up in the casita, nice as it is, would be a little cramped. It’ll be nice to get out. “Yup, let’s go!”
We head to his car, and he gets my door for me, ever the gentleman. It’s a ten-minute drive to the coffee shop from the house. It should take only five minutes based on distance, but the dirt part is bumpy and the speed limit through town is only twenty-five miles per hour, so we crawl along in his beautiful, black sports car. Which I’ve recently learned indicates a huge cock.
I decide now is a good time to dig a little deeper. I think I’ve earned it. “So, how do you have this beautiful car and you’re a data analyst? I mean, do you mind if I ask how you can afford a car like this? There are rumors that your music is successful, too, so is that how you afford it?”
We come to a stop sign and, while waiting for people on horseback to cross the street in front of us, he looks at me for a good ten seconds, not saying a word. It’s like he’s trying to decide how much to tell me. Given what we shared last night with our bodies, I expect him to tell me everything.
He looks back at the road, and it’s our turn to go. “When I turned 23 years old, my grandfather gave me two million dollars out of my inheritance. I saved some, spent some,
and invested some, and bought my fancy-pants condo in Scottsdale,” he says and winks at me. “I bill $200 per hour to my clients, so that, along with what’s left from the two million, gives me the freedom to only take on clients that are personally interesting to me, like the oncology work I’m doing, applying machine learning to giant datasets to find more effective drug therapies. It only requires about ten hours a week, which affords me plenty of time and freedom to work on my real passion, music. So, to answer your initial question, I bought the car with that money.”
Wow.
“So that’s how you donated money to the library?” I ask.
He looks over at me, “I see the locals are talking.”
“Yes, and that was really cool of you.”
“I like books.”
His mouth opens slightly, like he’s about to say something else, but he doesn’t. We pull into the coffee shop parking lot and go inside. I say hello to Jürgen and order a lemon poppyseed muffin and a cappuccino, hoping for another scorpion design, and Adron orders an espresso.
“You’re not going to eat?” I ask, looking up at him while he pays.
He leans down and whispers in my ear, “No, I’m saving my appetite for you, later.”
Wow, this man. I close my eyes and take a nice, long inhale, holding it for effect before letting it out. I open my eyes to see Jürgen looking at me. I blush, and he smiles at me.
Adron points to a table in the corner, “You wanna grab that table? I’ll be there in a minute.”
I do as he says, and I take a seat with my back to the wall so I can watch him. He’s making the rounds with the locals as they all ask about his Auntie Jenna. He has his back to me, and he must drop his voice because I can’t hear him anymore. Hm. I wonder what that’s about.
I don’t give it much thought, and he turns around and walks over to me. He sits down and reaches across the table for my hand. I swallow and look around to see if anyone is looking. It’s romantic and intimate, and the locals are watching us, no doubt getting ready to gossip. Adron doesn’t seem to care, and I must admit, I’m loving the attention from him.
“Thanks for breakfast,” I say.
“My pleasure,” he says. “So, I don’t know enough about you. Tell me more about growing up in Ohio, and about your family.”
“Gosh. Where do I begin?” I look off to nowhere for a moment. I want to share more about me with him. I want him to understand me and where I’m coming from, not only so he knows me better, but also because it’ll help him open up to me. I have a sense that he’s still holding something back.
“Start when you were a kid. Were you a fireball back then like you are now?” He smiles and I’m encouraged.
“Yes, I’ve always been a handful for my parents. More than a handful, actually. It might be why they stopped at one kid.” I laugh and then pause. “There’s not a whole lot to tell. I grew up in what I thought was your typical, loving, Midwestern household. My parents supposedly had this wonderful marriage, and, although we weren’t wealthy by any means, we did alright. I was a junior in college at Ohio State, studying teaching, when my parents dropped the bomb on me.”
His grip on my hand tightens slightly, but he says nothing, just nods for me to continue.
“I came home from college one Christmas, and they said they were getting a divorce, right out of the blue. Turns out they’d been cheating on each other for years.” I pause and look away for a moment, recollecting the pain. I look back at Adron. “It broke me.”
My lips tighten in a thin, fake smile as I fight the tears, refusing to get emotional about it. I swallow audibly and clear my throat. “They lied to each other, and they lied to me. You know… I think if it had just been one of them lying and cheating, it still would’ve been heartbreaking, but I might not be as jaded as I am now. But knowing that it was both of them… how the fuck does that happen? They had me so completely fooled about who they were, as people. I not only lost my faith in them, I lost my faith in my own ability to judge people. Like maybe they all suck, even the ones who seem great. My parents seemed great.”
“Man, that’s rough,” he concedes. “My parents are no picnic, but I think they’ve at least been loyal to each other all these years. Well, so far as I know,” he adds, with an ironic smile, like maybe he’s no better judge of character than I was.
“Loyalty, yes,” I say. “That’s what matters. That, and honesty. So, when I graduated, that was it. I was through. They shattered my heart into a thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle that I’ve never been able to put back together, so I said, ‘fuck this,’ and something snapped in me. Speaking the truth has been the name of the game for me ever since, no matter what hot water it got my ass into. I promised myself that I’d never let that happen to me again, being lied to, or hurt.”
Jürgen brings our coffees and my muffin to the table. I look down at my cup as he puts it in front of me, and there’s a heart drawn in the foam. I purse my lips, and he shrugs innocently, walking away. I grab my camera and take a picture, to save this moment forever.
“Tell me more,” he says and strokes the top of my hand as he drinks his espresso.
“I got a little crazy my last year of college and partied too much, spent more money than I had. I racked up some nasty credit card debt, and as you can imagine, the salary of a teacher isn’t much. But I didn’t want to stay in Ohio. So, I hit the road, became a digital nomad, teaching online from anywhere with a good Internet connection.”
“Do you still talk to your parents?”
“Pretty much. I sold as much as I could to pay off some of the debt, and when I learned about house-sitting, it seemed like the perfect gig… live rent-free, in nice homes, and see the entire country? Sign me up. So far, it’s been a dream. I meet really nice people.” At this, I tip my head to him, wiggling my eyebrows. “I also get to take care of animals, which I love. They’re noble companions. Turns out they don’t break hearts.” I smile softly.
“But do you talk to your parents?”
“Not as often as they’d like. They think my reaction to their deceit was blown way out of proportion, which only made me trust them less, because they clearly don’t get it. I think either one of them would lie without a second thought if it were more convenient than telling the truth. I believed in true love because of them and their lies destroyed that.”
I take a sip of my cappuccino, appreciating the creamy warmth descending into my belly. “None of my friends’ parents are married anymore either, and it just seems like there’s such a high rate of divorce. My parents’ love was the only thing I had that showed me there was actual love out there… until there wasn’t.”
I wonder if I’m telling him too much. I purse my lips and chew the inside of my cheek. No, the more the better. The more he knows, the more he’ll understand me, and why I’m not looking for a serious relationship.
I finish by saying, “I realized it was a waste of time pursuing any long-term relationships. And, well, here we are.” I take a bite of my muffin and chew it, wondering what he’ll say.
He looks at me, sadness in his eyes for me. “And here we are,” he says. He releases my hand and finishes his espresso. A moment passes, and I finish my coffee and take the last bite of my muffin when he says, “Well, you leave in August. I guess that gives me about a month to make you fall in love with me.”
I swallow, and the muffin is suddenly too dry, and I cough, choking on his words. “Excuse me?” I mumble as I attempt to clear the remaining crumbs from my mouth and swallow the rest.
Jürgen hears me coughing and brings me a glass of water just as Adron says, his blue eyes burning into mine, determination filling his voice, “You heard me. I’m going to make you fall in love with me.”
I cough a breath and then bark a laugh so loud the locals turn their heads to see what’s going on. My face flushes, and Jürgen backs softly away from our table, his eyes wide on me, an expression of amusement on his face.
I lower my voice, “I think you�
�ve gone crackers, Adron.”
He leans back in his chair and gives me that sexy, wicked gaze that makes my blood sing. He pauses for emphasis before leaning forward and saying, “I tasted you last night, Alyson, and one taste was all it took. You’re going to be mine. Forever.”
Entranced by his sultry determination, I whisper, “I don’t even live here, Adron.” I look down at my hands, resolve coming back into my voice, and I add, “And even if I wanted to, I already told you… I’m not on the market.”
He stands up and offers me his hand. Unable to resist, I put mine in his and stand up. “We’ll see about that,” he says.
We drive to Black Mountain in silence and park at the trailhead. The energy is tight between us, crackling, but full of questions, and my mind runs in circles as I entertain his confident words. We get out of the car, and the sun is already kick-your-ass hot, but he seems to enjoy it. He takes his shirt off, and I admire his physique and imagine what’s in store for me later tonight.
“We’ll go slowly and take our time,” he says. I don’t know if he’s talking about us or the hike… but then he clarifies it for me. “There are plenty of shady spots to sit and rest if the heat is too intense.”
As we start at the base, walking up, I say, “OK, it’s your turn now. Tell me more about you.”
“Well, I told you that my parents are still married and they’re mostly decent. I don’t have any brothers or sisters. My parents traveled a lot when I was a kid, leaving me home alone most of the time, from the age of fifteen, which caused them some grief, but not enough to make them stop traveling. I come to Auntie Jenna’s and work on my music every summer. She’s my biggest supporter, and she always has been. My parents have other ideas about what I should do, so I don’t flaunt my music in their face. I just play nice to keep things agreeable between us.”
“Why can’t you just be up front with them?”
