Shit. I had just compared Boyd Rivers to one of my favorite foods. That’s how screwed up I was.
“What do you have in mind?” I breathed out, looking around, making sure no one was paying attention to us.
“First, we’ll go to the kitchen to hang out there for a few minutes with the excuse of looking for something to eat or drink, and then we’ll sneak out.” His warm breath caressed my neck.
“Okay,” I agreed. What was I going to say? No? I had been yearning for him all damn day. The pull I felt for him was stronger than anything else, stronger than my brain, constantly suggesting I should stay away from him.
I didn’t. I followed him to the kitchen where we casually picked at food that had been left on some trays. A few other people were in the kitchen, but they were paying no attention to us. There were a couple ladies immersed in a whispered conversation about which of their friends had recently gotten Botox, and an older gentleman talked quietly on the phone. By the sound of it, he was an ob-gyn who had just gotten a call from a patient. Boyd kept asking me questions about what I had been up to and I answered coyly while sampling a few pieces of cheese. I grabbed a bottle of wine and poured myself a glass, then took a drink, and found him staring at me. He glanced at the guests in the kitchen, and when he was sure they weren’t looking at us, he grabbed my chin and tipped it up. His thumb caressed my bottom lip, and I let out a shaky breath.
His eyes were hooded and full of bad intentions.
He took my hand and led me outside to the backyard. He opened the door on the side of the double garage and let me in. It was dark, but I could see a little since the backyard lights were shining into the garage through the small basement-style windows on the side of the building.
His arms circled my waist, and he pressed himself against my back. I arched myself against him, feeling him hard under his clothes. He started nuzzling my neck, and his hands roamed my body in a frenzy, settling on my breasts. He gave them a squeeze and pressed harder against me. I moaned, as impatient as he was to get things started. I had been craving him for too long.
I turned around and searched for his mouth. I pressed my lips against his and he opened, eager, possessing my tongue and my whole being with each stroke of his. I knew all too well how powerful his kisses were. They made me breathless and lightheaded.
“Boyd,” I mumbled when he broke the kiss, already incoherent. It had been way too long since I had been fucked properly. I missed him. I missed the way he made me feel. I licked my lips, thinking about what was to come. He pushed into me, making me walk backward until we reached a work bench.
He lifted the hem of my dress and growled when his fingers skimmed the skin of my thighs and discovered my stockings.
“Oh, you…” were all the words that left his mouth before his lips crashed into mine again. He yanked my underwear down and made me step out of them. When my eyes met his, I noticed that same hunger I had for him.
I wanted him more than I could explain, and I couldn’t get enough. Was it because we only saw each other every few months or so? I couldn’t tell. When I was with him, it felt as if my thirst for him would never go away. His hands on my ass got me out of my own head, and I decided to focus my attention on his mouth. His fingers started teasing my wet center and I got handsy, unbuttoning his jeans and grabbing his hard length. He moaned in my mouth and started teasing my clit more and more. I was defenseless against his touch. I was so turned on by him, his scent, his touch, he didn’t have to work that hard at all to get me close to climax. My knees buckled, and I broke the kiss to moan against his ear, stroking him faster.
In a swift move, he lifted me up on the bench and took a condom out of his pocket. He pushed his pants and underwear down around his ankles and rolled the condom on his beautiful, smooth cock.
“See something you like?” His voice was a low rumble, but the tone was playful. When I looked up at his face, he was wearing his signature cocky smile, and I responded with one to match his.
“As a matter of fact, I do…and you know what I was thinking?” He shook his head no. “I was thinking it’s been a long time since I have kissed your cock. I need to make it happen soon.” From the corner of my eye, I saw it twitch and I bit my lip, satisfied that my teasing had the desired effect.
“Fuck, Ally…I swear you say the best things. I’d love for you to kiss my cock soon, but right now I’m going to take care of that sweet, swollen pussy of yours, agreed?” His southern accent sounded heavier on the word sweet, and it drove me crazy.
He drove me crazy. He said the best fucking things. His face and his mouth got me all worked up, but his body—it was so damn beautiful. I was in love with it. I was in love with how every part of him worked, of how he worked me. He placed himself between my legs and grabbed my ass to scoot me forward to meet him. He thrust into me, and I wrapped my legs around him, needing him closer.
Ahhhhhh. Fucking bliss.
“Goddamn, sweetheart…you feel so fucking good.” He held my legs as he filled all of me, making me moan. He started thrusting deeper, and I had to hold on to his broad shoulders for dear life, my head rocking back, my mouth singing his praises. Everything about it was divine. I could tell it wasn’t going to take us long to come, but just as Boyd increased the tempo and I fought to keep the level of my moans to a minimum, we heard the garage door open and the light come on.
Fuck.
We were going to get caught red-handed. So much for our vow of secrecy.
I thought Boyd might try to pull his pants up and make himself presentable, but instead he just made sure I was properly hidden behind him.
“Boyd…is that you? Is there a cat in here?” Mr. Rivers asked from the entrance of the garage.
“Um, yeah, a cat in heat,” Boyd joked, pointing his chin at me. I scowled and slapped him on his arm.
“Boyd?” his dad asked.
“Yeah, Dad. It’s me. I’m a little occupied at the moment,” he said, barely turning his head toward his father.
“Sorry, son…I just…I need to grab a bottle of whiskey. I came out here to get a bottle of my special reserve.” I peeked over Boyd’s shoulder and laughed when I saw the man cover his eyes with his hand to avoid viewing the scene in front of him. “I’ll be out of here in a second.”
“Okay, Dad.”
The situation was so ridiculous that I started laughing against Boyd’s chest.
“Shhhhh, be quiet, sweetheart,” he said. His eyebrows were pulled together as if he was concentrating so he wouldn’t lose his boner, but I could see a hint of a smile when I looked up at him.
“Got it,” his father said. “Okay, I’m leaving.”
“Good,” Boyd replied in a grave tone.
“Carry on, I guess, and…um…enjoy yourselves,” his dad said.
“Dad!” Boyd yelled, and I started laughing louder, my face pressed into him.
“Yeah, um, sorry, son. I don’t know what the etiquette is here.”
“Just leave, Dad!” Boyd scolded him. I just looked down and pursed my lips, trying not to laugh even more. As embarrassing as it was, it was fucking funny, but then again, the man wasn’t my father and I wasn’t the one with my butt exposed.
Mr. Rivers left without another word. I was pretty sure the sight of his son in the act had scarred him for life. He turned the light off, and the garage door closed.
I started laughing uncontrollably.
“Stop that. I really don’t want to lose my boner here. I held on to it through that whole ordeal.”
I winced at the prospect of not getting any more of him and lifted my hips slightly to meet him. I reached for his lips and gave him a hungry kiss. My tongue danced around his and when I broke the kiss, he tipped his head back and let out a low growl.
“Don’t you dare lose your boner. You were getting me off so well before we got interrupted. I need more of your marvelous cock.” He let out a sigh and lowered his head to mine, covering my neck with hungry kisses. He grabbed my legs again as
he thrust into me. My moans became high-pitched and frantic, resembling a cat’s meows even more.
“Are you actually meowing for me?” he asked, lips curled into a smile
“No…yes. Fuck. Keep going. It feels good,” I replied feebly, already incoherent as he kept pushing deeper.
“Just good, pussycat?” he joked.
“Pretty fucking good,” I breathed out. “So fucking good that I’ll growl and scratch like a tiger, if that’s what you want.” I ran my nails down the skin of his neck and he growled under my touch, the sweet pressure of his cock paving the path to a type of pleasure I hadn’t experienced that intensely in so long.
“No need to turn into a tiger, pussycat, but I’d love to hear you meow some more.” He sounded like he was on a mission, and he was. His hungry mouth covered my mouth and neck, his thumb teased my clit, and he lifted my ass with one of his hands. He drove into me harder and harder, until I didn’t have one lick of control over my catlike moans. I incited him to go on, crying his name over and over until we both reached our release, spent and satisfied.
THE PARTY WAS STILL GOING on when we got back inside. We tried to go separate ways, but my mother was trying to get all of us together for a group picture. A bunch of people were already grouped in front of the fireplace, and I tried to stand on the opposite side from Ally, but my mother objected.
“Boyd, go stand behind Ally on this side. You’ll have to get closer to her, we all have to squeeze in if we want to fit.”
Fine.
I got closer to Ally…a lot closer. I was practically grinding against her. I saw her laugh from the corner of my eye.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I murmured.
“Very much so. It seems like your mother is onto something,” she teased, stifling a laugh. I squeezed her ass, and she turned to give me a shocked look.
“What? She said we had to squeeze.”
“Squeeze in, not squeeze me,” she whispered, her cheeks still flushed from our session in the garage.
I thought about what Ally said. Was my mother plotting something? Had Dad tipped her off about what he’d seen outside? He wouldn’t betray me like that, would he?
We stood posing for pictures for several minutes until my mother was completely satisfied. People started to leave, and I was busy saying goodbye to relatives and friends of my parents.
“Ally, dear, let me say goodbye to the Sagers and then I’ll show you to your room. You must be tired. Thank you so much for helping out today,” my mother said, giving Ally’s hand a squeeze.
Your room? Well, fuck me.
“Oh, it was no trouble at all, Leanne. I had fun.”
Ally was about to walk off but I pulled her arm. She turned around and stared at me with a look of confusion.
“You’re staying here?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at her. Why hadn’t she said anything?
“Yes, I am. Is that okay with you?” she asked, raising one eyebrow.
“Fuck yes!” I laughed. The expression on her face softened and she let out a laugh, tilting her head back. I fucking loved when she did that. She looked so damn sexy. Did she even know how sexy she was?
She had so much power over me—too much. I felt like a schoolboy when I was around her. It was not good. It was exactly why I chose to have boundaries with women, but for some reason, when it came to her, I couldn’t help myself.
“Don’t think you’re coming to my room tonight.” She gave me a serious look, and I replied with a playful scowl. “I’m serious, Boyd. This is your parents’ house, and I’m their guest. It’s inappropriate.”
“Inappropriate, you say? Well, we’ve already been plenty inappropriate tonight…must I remind you my dad already caught us fucking outside in the garage? My father just saw my ass, and you were meowing, Ally. Me coming to your room is nothing compared to that. It’s the opposite of inappropriate. It’s what I would call discreet. You could have told me you were staying here, then I could have waited a little bit longer and nailed you on the bed rather than on a work bench,” I said, lowering my mouth to her face. She cocked one eyebrow at me. She wasn’t buying it, but I knew her too well. She wanted to cave and be bad together.
“You really need to make it up to me, sweetheart.”
“Oh, Boyd, you poor thing. You really can’t help yourself, can you?” she said in a sugary sweet voice. She caressed my arm, running her hand up and down. She winked at me, and a smirk stretched across her face. She tilted her head and whispered, “Maybe if you come visit me, I’ll give your cock that kiss I was talking about.” She smiled and walked away, swinging her hips.
I wanted to walk after her, lift her on my shoulder, and spank her ass then take her straight to bed. I’d tie up her hands and tease every part of her body until she had to cry for mercy.
Against my better judgement, I marched into the kitchen after her.
Thankfully, we were alone. Everyone else seemed to be out front.
She turned around upon hearing my steps and when she saw it was me, she went back to stacking dirty dishes in the sink.
I reached around her waist and pulled her to me.
“Boyd!” she gasped. “Someone could see us.” She looked up, and I locked eyes with her in our reflection in the kitchen window.
“You’re right. Apparently, I can’t help myself,” I said absentmindedly, immediately regretting the words that had just come out of my mouth. “Right now I’d really like to give you a good lesson though. You’re being awfully cocky, Red. I think you deserve a spanking.” My voice was low and gravelly, but I couldn’t help grinning. My hand palmed her ass, and I spanked her butt cheek.
She jumped, clearly flustered. I tucked her hair to the side and ran my nose along the curve of her neck then pulled away to study her reaction.
She swallowed and a soft flush colored her cheeks. Now that I’d seen her react that way to one slap of my hand, I couldn’t stop thinking about spanking her gorgeous ass. If she’d let me, I’d turn the soft, buttery skin of her glorious butt into a pink cloud.
“Did you like that?”
“Y-yes,” she murmured. I pressed myself into her, and my hand traveled to the neckline of her dress. I hadn’t seen her beautiful tits in so long. My fingers moved past the fabric of her bra and cupped her soft, warm breast. I flicked her nipple and she moaned softly, rocking her head backward and resting it on my shoulder.
“If you let me spank you, I promise you won’t regret it.”
I couldn’t wait to see how aroused she’d get.
“And then what are you going to do to me?” she asked, her voice low and rough.
“I’m going to lick and suck the hell out of that sweet pussy of yours.”
She turned around and looked at me, eyes wide, mouth open, cheeks flushed. She was a sight to behold, and in her eyes, I saw the same kind of hunger I had for her.
Fuck. She was beautiful. I luxuriated in knowing how she felt around me and how she looked when I made her climax. I loved the fact that I knew how to turn her on and how to make her reach the most sublime of ecstasies. I should have known better than to keep things going between us, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to deny myself. I wanted her. Sometimes I felt as if I wanted her almost in a predatory way. I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to own every part of her.
She was going to be mine again that night.
* * *
I opened the door of her room and shut it behind me as quickly and quietly as I could. She was sitting on the bed, wearing only a bathrobe. Her hair was wet and back to its natural curl, and she was drying it with a towel. Her face was makeup free, tinted by the faintest blush.
“Don’t you know how to knock?” She adjusted her robe and made sure she was all covered up. I grinned at her. I had seen her naked plenty of times, and there she was, trying to cover herself up. I shook my head and laughed.
“Red, why would I knock on your door? So I could wake everyone up? Lose the robe, now,” I ordered as I took off m
y shirt and threw it on the floor.
“No,” she replied in a defiant tone, but I caught her staring at my abs.
“All right.” I knelt in front of her. I wanted nothing more than to rip the robe off of her, but I decided to take it slow. I wanted to savor her, every inch of her beautiful skin. My hands went around her ankles and I caressed her legs, running my fingers from the bottom up. She shivered, and her skin pebbled with goose bumps.
“Ally, Ally, Ally,” I whispered. I glanced at her and grinned when I saw her breath hitch. “Why are you trying to deny it? I can’t even touch your skin without you becoming a bundle of nerves, and that wrinkle between your eyebrows is totally betraying you, by the way.”
“Oh, fuck it. What’s the point with you?” She quickly opened the robe, freeing her gorgeous tits and exposing her luscious body. I didn’t know where to start—her thighs, her pussy, or her breasts? I’d hardly gotten to play with them earlier. I ran my hands up higher on her thighs and motioned for her to lay back. I stood up, unbuckled my belt, and unzipped my jeans then took them off along with my boots and socks. Now I was as naked as she was. I couldn’t help but marvel at her body. I stood there for a few seconds, debating my next move.
She frowned, probably confused by my indecisiveness. I stroked my erection, and she pressed her legs together. I knew she was probably already wet and ready for me, but I needed to take my time.
“Do you know how fucking gorgeous you are?”
She shook her head, smiling. “Tell me,” she replied with a gleam in her eyes.
“You’re so gorgeous I don’t know which part of you I should start with first. I know I could come just masturbating and looking at you lying down like that.” My dick was fully awake and hard as a rock. I couldn’t wait to start playing. I kneeled down on the bed, trapping her legs between mine. I caressed her face.
“Your eyes are so full of life, and they look like you’re always hiding some kind of secret. Your hair makes you look like a lady from a Renaissance painting. Your mouth…” I rubbed my thumb against her bottom lip. “Your mouth says the perfect words, words that make me horny as hell. Your tongue makes me feel…so many things,” I said, exhaling a breath. I was talking too much, paying her too many compliments, but I couldn’t help myself. “Your breasts are so perfect, and I love when I lick your nipples and feel you shiver under my touch.”
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