“Reach back and spread that beautiful ass for me. Show me how wet and ready you are.” When she hesitated he dropped his voice, adding a note of authority to his tone. “If you want my cock, you’ll do as I say…now!”
Rissa gasped but hurried to satisfy his demands and put herself in the embarrassing position. Knees shoulder-width apart, ass in the air. Her fingers slipped, scrambled for purchase on her slick skin, and pulled the cheeks apart. She was on display for JD. Vulnerable. Yet she didn’t feel weak or exposed. Rissa felt sensual and seductive. Primed and ready. Energized.
“Beautiful.”
The word, spoken in a low, raspy tone filled with need, went straight to her head. She’d never given a man control over any aspect of her life. With JD, this incredible younger man, doing so came naturally. His erotic demands amplified her arousal for him. No other man had such a profound effect on her.
His hands grasped her hips, held her in place as his broad crown probed her opening, made a shallow thrust. One hand moved inward, skated over her tight pucker then circled. “I’m going to fuck this ass, baby.” It wasn’t a question but a promise. “Later. First I want this tight pussy.”
Rissa shivered and her pussy spasmed. She was curious about anal sex, wondered if the reality was half as exciting as the erotic novels described. She had a hunch that with JD it would be even better than what she’d read. Hell, he’d made her crave the heated slap of his palm spanking her ass. He’d likely make her crazy to take him in her untried bottom.
“Oh, you like that idea.”
She didn’t have the breath to speak. He circled her nerve-rich anus again and his thumb exerted gentle pressure. “Breathe, Rissa. Nice and easy.”
She took slow breaths and fought to relax. His thumb slid past her opening and she gasped as a riot of sensations flooded her body.
JD drilled his thick, hard cock into her pussy, filling her so good. He didn’t pause or go slow. Her breasts swung, nipples scraping on the sheet with each pounding thrust. He took her hard and fast, stimulating her everywhere at once. His balls thudded against her clit as his cock stretched her, the piercing creating wonderful friction over her G-spot. And that thumb in her ass moved in the same tempo. Sweet Jesus. There was no holding back. Her orgasm detonated in her engorged clit, spread to her pussy, which clamped down hard on his shaft, and fluttered through her spasming ass. Her entire body tightened and then spiraled in a spectacular freefall.
She floated, dipped, soared out of control with only JD keeping her from flying away. The pillow absorbed her ecstatic tears. He grounded her, fucked her through the orgasm. As her strength ebbed, Rissa collapsed in a sweaty heap, facedown on the bed, tremors still rocketing through her. JD stayed with her, his cock still deep within her pussy, his muscular body blanketing her back. Then his muscles tensed, his cock swelled and his hips bucked wildly as heat blasted her right through the latex barrier.
Neither moved nor spoke as they panted, sucking air into oxygen-depleted lungs.
* * * * *
Warmth covered her back and one breast. Groggy, Rissa reached out to tug the duvet over her. Only her hand didn’t find crinkly, feather-stuffed cotton, landing instead on a wall of solid muscle. She blinked rapidly and everything came to her in a rush.
There was a man…in her bed. All night long. Wow! That hadn’t happened since Tim died. She didn’t bring her flings home. Not before JD. But then JD was turning out to be the exception to many of her rules.
Her body ached in some pretty interesting places, but considering the mattress gymnastics she’d performed with JD that was understandable.
She had no regrets. Far from it. It had been an incredible night. There wasn’t a surface in the bedroom that hadn’t seen action. She had to hand it to the young stud. He had some creative and inventive ideas. And stamina to spare. Holy crap. How had she managed to keep up with him?
She saw just one problem. He’d stayed the night. What the hell was she supposed to do now? Hand him his clothes and push him out the door? She was hungry and in desperate need of a shower.
Her thoughts bounced around in different directions but it finally hit her. Oh. My. God. She was a cougar. Wait until she told her friends. They were going to want lots of explicit details but she intended to be selfish and hoard those for herself.
Yup, time to get rid of the hunk. Maybe if she fed him breakfast he’d go.
A memory surfaced of the lost puppy she’d made the mistake of allowing Mariah to feed. Damn moocher had settled in and never left until Mariah got a place of her own and took him home.
On second thought, she wouldn’t offer JD breakfast.
She peeled his fingers from her breast and rolled out of bed. A cup of coffee and a shower would clear her head and she’d send the fireman on his way. Plans made, Rissa slipped on a robe and stumbled into the kitchen.
She filled the coffeemaker with several heaping scoops of Colombian and breathed in deeply. The rich aroma perked her up, adding pep to her step. But when she walked through the bedroom and spotted JD sprawled out on her bed, she stumbled over her own feet, nearly falling flat on her face.
He slept on his stomach, gloriously naked, one arm stretched out across the bed. Miles of tanned skin stretched taut over sculpted muscles that were impressive even when relaxed. Her gaze followed the indentation of his spine from shoulder to the rise of his drool-worthy ass and down the crease to thick thighs. One knee was bent, leg drawn up. His balls stood out in stark contrast to the white sheet they rested on. She absently noted that, unlike the rest of his body, his legs were hairy.
Her mouth went dry and she wondered why rushing him out the door had seemed like such a good idea when all she could think about was running her tongue down his back and licking that magnificent ass.
Giving herself a mental shake, Rissa hurried into the bathroom before she acted on the desires her crazy hormones urged her to indulge. Unfortunately, getting him out of sight did not get him out of her mind.
She cranked on the shower and slipped out of her robe, studying her body in the mirror while she waited for the water to heat. There were a few tiny wrinkles next to her eyes but overall her skin remained smooth and supple. She palmed her breasts, lifted slightly. Not quite as high, yet they were firm and even. The touch of her hands made her rosy nipples stiffen and turn a deeper shade of red. Releasing her breasts, she trailed her hands over her flat stomach and flared hips. Her legs were toned thanks to years of exercise.
Looking good!
Hell, she’d managed to catch the eye of the young hunk stretched out on her bed.
Why the hell am I not in bed with him? Oh yeah, temporary fling, Rissa reminded herself and wondered how long she’d be able to keep JD at a distance.
Steam rose around her as she opened the shower door and stepped inside. The hot water eased tired muscles but did nothing for her arousal.
Really, what would it hurt to crawl back into bed with JD?
She closed her eyes as visions of all the wonderful ways she could wake him up raced through her head. Squirting some shower gel into a mesh poufy sponge, she worked up a thick lather then started washing her arms. As she dragged the sponge between her breasts she remembered the sensation of JD’s cock sliding through her cleavage. Her heartbeat sped up as her breasts became achy.
Big hands wrapped around her and she was pulled back against a warm, very masculine body.
“Here, let me do that for you, baby.”
Any thought of resisting vanished as his fingers closed around her breasts and brushed over her nipples. Her muscles liquefied and she melted against him, surrendering to the addictive pleasure of wet skin gliding against wet skin.
JD thoroughly washed and stimulated every inch of her body. When his soapy fingers stroked between her legs and separated her tender folds she turned to face him. Rissa knew what she wanted and it wasn’t his fingers. The man had a gift for oral sex and she wanted to put that talented mouth to good use.
“Th
ink of me like those little chocolate candies. I melt in your mouth, not in your hands.”
Chapter Six
Sneakers pounded on the path in tempo with the high-energy music blasting into her ears through tiny speakers connected to the MP3 player strapped to her arm. Perspiration dotted her skin and soaked her sports bra. Sore muscles protested the movement but Rissa pressed on.
Only two miles into her normal five and she was feeling the burn. She had missed her daily runs a lot over the past few weeks. Not that she’d been sitting on the couch eating bonbons. No, she’d been getting lots of physical activity putting JD through his paces.
Good lord, did he have stamina. They’d christened every solid surface in her condo, including the balcony. Just thinking about that night sent shards of pleasure splintering through her exhausted body.
When he wasn’t working, JD barely gave her time to breathe. A few nights ago she’d snuck out on the balcony to get some time alone. With a short, silky robe covering her, she had leaned against the railing and stared out at the water spraying from a lighted fountain in the courtyard.
Before long, JD had found her and taken advantage of her position. He fucked her from behind, right there on the balcony. Her fingers stiffened with the remembered ache of holding the railing in a death grip. She’d drawn blood from biting her lip to keep quiet.
She’d never had sex in public. Now she longed to do it again. It was sexy and naughty and so fucking good. JD had flipped her robe over her hips, exposing her ass and wet pussy to the light evening breeze. He’d taken her hard and fast with minimal foreplay, talking dirty the entire time. The inherent danger of someone seeing or hearing them had made it that much better. Made her that much hotter.
Rissa wasn’t surprised when a large masculine form appeared at her side and kept pace with her. She didn’t have to glance over to know it was JD. Her entire body had gone on high alert, tingling with sensual awareness the moment she sensed his arrival.
She wasn’t sure how or when it had happened, but JD had slipped under her radar and insinuated himself into her life.
On his days off he’d started showing up on her runs. Out of the blue one day he’d knocked on her door and taken her out shopping because he wanted a woman’s opinion. And then there were the phone calls, several times a day, just to talk or to say goodnight if he was working.
Some of his personal things had made it into her condo too. His toothbrush resided on the bathroom counter, there was masculine soap in her shower and beer in the fridge. When she had done laundry yesterday the basket contained more of his clothes than hers.
Regardless of her stance on relationships, Rissa had to admit that having him around was nice. Comfortable—like roommates except with benefits. There was no pressure and he’d backed off with the personal subjects. They’d formed a relaxed, easy partnership of sorts.
Neither felt the need to fill the silence with random chatter. They walked the last two blocks to her condo where they shared the shower and their bodies.
Shower sex had become her favorite way to connect with JD. Wet skin sliding against wet skin, the sensual caress of sudsy hands. Warm water pelting her and the cool tiles against her back. She wound up clean and refreshed instead of sweaty and tired.
They dressed and headed into the kitchen, working together on breakfast, neither having to ask how the other took their coffee or preferred their eggs.
“Wanna go to a barbeque tonight? Nothing major,” JD clarified. “Just the guys from the station. We’ll toss some burgers and dogs on the grill, have a few beers.”
“Sure,” Rissa readily agreed. She had no plans and it sounded like a nice way to spend the evening. “We can walk over to the farmers’ market and pick up some fruit for a salad.”
The phone rang and since her hands were full JD answered with a cheery greeting. His expression soured as he listened. “Sure. Just a second. I’ll get her.”
He handed her the phone and a sense of dread tightened her chest. She tucked the cordless between her ear and shoulder and continued to whisk the eggs. “Hello?”
“Mother, it’s not even eight a.m.,” Mariah screeched. “Why is there a man there? What the hell is going on? He sounds young.”
Aw shit. There went her good mood. Busted by her daughter. How embarrassing. She set down the bowl and refused to meet JD’s gaze before rushing down the hall to her bedroom. Rissa hadn’t dated while the kids lived at home, so a man answering her phone must have been a major shock for her daughter. Mariah’s barrage of questions continued unabated. Rissa plopped down on the bed and struggled to get a word in.
“Calm down, honey.”
“Calm down? Calm down?” Her voice got higher as she repeated the words. “How am I supposed to calm down? Is he some pervert? Were you having sex?”
“Mariah,” she snapped. “Shut up!” Her daughter instantly went quiet and Rissa breathed a sigh of relief. “He’s a friend and what he’s doing here is none of your business.”
“You didn’t deny having sex with him,” Mariah squealed dramatically. “I’ll take that as a yes. Dios, Robby is going to freak.”
“Watch your mouth, young lady. And bite your tongue. Whether I’m having sex or not isn’t a subject you will be discussing with your brother.”
“I can’t come home right now so Robby’s going to have to get down there and kick some ass.”
“He most certainly will not! I am a grown woman and more than capable of handling my own affairs.” No sooner had the word left her mouth than she knew it had been the wrong one to use.
“Affair? You’re having an affair. Daddy’s probably rolling over in his grave.” Mariah let loose with a steady stream of curses in Spanish.
“Don’t make me come to that school and wash your mouth out with soap, Mariah.” She took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm down. Losing her cool with her daughter would not help. “I am a single adult woman in my prime. Your father would not have wanted me to stop living when he died. He’d want me to enjoy my life.” She knew it was the truth. Tim would have been upset over all the years she’d spent alone.
“I’m getting on a plane. You get that man out—”
“You will do no such thing!” Her heart raced as JD strolled into the room, bare-chested, devious grin on those lush lips. Rissa did her best to ignore the sexy ripple of muscles over his torso as he moved, and focus on her daughter.
“What you are going to do is hang up this phone, calm down and go to class. You will not call your brother and get him all wound up.”
JD went down on his knees and pushed her thighs apart then moved into the space.
No, she frantically mouthed.
He ignored her silent protest. His hands wrapped around her ankles and slowly moved upward. Rissa gasped as calloused fingers swept along her inner thighs. She covered the mouthpiece with her hand and hissed at him. “Stop it.”
“Uh-uh,” he mumbled. “Tell her about me.”
“Are you crazy?”
“Mom? What did you say?”
“Nothing. I have to go now.” Blunt fingertips eased under the edge of her shorts and panties, pulled them to the side then glided along her hot, wet slit. She clamped her jaw down hard enough to crack teeth.
“He’s with you right now, isn’t he?”
“You’re always so hot and wet for me,” JD praised. Two fingers parted her folds then zeroed in on her pulsing clit. His warm breath washed over her and Rissa wasn’t able to keep her hips from pumping toward him.
“Oh my god, he is. I can hear him.”
“I-I’ll call you later.” Rissa’s voice was unnaturally high. “After you’ve calmed down.”
“You mean after he fucks you.”
Two thick fingers thrust into her and pleasure rocked her, turning Rissa’s breathing choppy. JD kissed her clit and hummed, the vibration of his lips almost pushing her into orgasm.
“Goodbye, Mariah,” she panted, her voice shaky. “I’ll talk to you later.”<
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Her daughter was still ranting when Rissa pressed the power button. The phone dropped from numb fingers and she fell back on the mattress. “Jesus, JD. I was talking to my daughter.”
“Mmm…” he purred then his tongue lashed her clit. “But I’m hungry.”
Was it possible to overdose on oral sex? If so, it would be one hell of a way to go.
All thought disintegrated as JD’s fingertips stroked that amazing spot on the upper wall of her pussy and his lips closed around her clit. His rough, hot tongue flicked rapidly over her clit and Rissa came hard, pussy clenching on his fingers.
He brought her down from the intense waves of pleasure with gentle touches and kisses. Her body went limp and he shifted her clothes back in place. The bed dipped as he leaned over her for a hot kiss flavored with her essence. She didn’t shy away from tasting herself.
He stood and held out a hand to pull her onto her feet. “Come on. I want breakfast now.”
“But you didn’t—”
A quick kiss silenced her protest. “Later. I’m going to feed you first.”
Rissa was stunned. She’d never known a lover, or any man for that matter, to be so selfless. While JD finished making breakfast she headed straight for the computer and hastily wrote a blog post.
Tempt the Cougar Blog:
Help! I need serious cougar reinforcement and advice.
After my husband died I didn’t date and the few affairs I had were conducted away from my kids. Well, my daughter called this morning while JD and I were making breakfast and he answered the phone.
To say Mariah freaked out would be putting it lightly. That darn kid is too smart for her own good. She could tell from his voice that he’s younger than me and she connected the dots with relative ease. You have no idea how embarrassing it is to be confronted by your child about your sex life. She threatened to come home or send her brother home to “kick some ass”.
I took the cordless phone into the bedroom, JD followed and proceeded to…um, distract me. Mariah knew something was going on. I told her that I’m single and in my prime, and that her father would have wanted me to enjoy life. JD wanted me to tell her about him and proceeded to do wicked things to me with his tongue. I had to end the call before I was moaning into the phone.
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