by Zoe Reid
Leah rolled onto her back and moaned softly.
“Leah. Are you ready to go to bed?”
She grinned but didn't open her eyes. “I'm ready, all right.”
It was all I needed to hear. I reached out and ran my hand over her bared stomach before moving up to cover one breast and then the other. She arched her back, rolled her head to the side, and made a soft noise in the back of her throat. I dropped my head to hers and started a slow, sweet kiss. Her hands came up, and she ran her fingers through my hair before moving to my shoulders and then down my biceps.
I deepened the kiss and moved to lift her top to uncover her breasts. Her arms went straight out above her head, giving me permission to remove it. I did so in a hurry. My mouth moved to take in one nipple and then the other while one hand moved between her legs. I wanted to take my time with her, worship her body like she deserved. The first time we were together, it had been hard and fast. I wasn't worried about Blake walking in on us. I could enjoy every inch of her perfect body.
I could feel her body awakening, ready for me. I rubbed the outside of her bare pussy lips before sliding one finger down the slit. Her back gently arched, and her legs fell wide. I couldn't get enough of her breasts. Her skin was soft and tasted like milk and honey. It was all silky smoothness. One of her hands moved under me, reaching around to rub my back.
She pulled the hand away from my back and slid it down to grab my cock through my sweatpants.
“Grab it, Leah,” I demanded.
She quickly did as I asked, sliding her hand under the waistband of my sweats and wrapping her soft hands around me. My body jerked at her touch, my hunger kicked up a notch, and my mouth moved to hers while my finger slid deep inside her. Her wetness making her slick. Despite my plan to take it slow and easy, touching her stripped away any thoughts of slow.
I sat up and started to yank down her tight yoga pants. Her hands were roaming over her body, and I nearly fucked her with her pants around her ankles, she looked so hot. I rolled to my butt, so I could pull off my own sweats and yanked off the T-shirt I had on before dropping back down to lie next to her.
She smiled. “I love your body.”
“I think yours is pretty fine too.”
I used one finger to trace a line around each breast and then down her flat tummy back to where I had been a brief few seconds ago. Her legs were bent at the knee and lying open. My dick was seeping. I had to have her. I promised myself to take more time next time, but right now, I needed her too badly.
With one quick movement, I laid my body over the top of hers. Her hands came up to rub my chest, caressing me as if I were a piece of fine china. My head dropped to hers, kissing her the same moment I slid inside her. I heard her moan, practically crying out as I very slowly pushed in. I wanted to savor every bit of her sweet pussy.
I felt her growing wetter around me and kissed her deeper without moving to push inside her. With one tiny shift upward, I made her come. I drove deep, luxuriating in the feel of her pussy squeezing around my dick while her legs wrapped around me, holding me deep inside her. When I felt her body begin to relax, I started to move a slow in and out while my mouth moved over her neck and back to her breasts.
I was overwhelmed with powerful sensations traveling over my body. My excruciatingly slow pace began to pick up speed, and I was pistoning into her with such force, I thought I would explode. Her hand came to my chest, pushing me away.
I stopped moving, looked down at her, and yelped when she pushed me completely off and mounted me in one very smooth motion. I took a moment to adjust inside her, the new position changing everything. My hands reached up to knead her breasts as her head dropped back, her long hair brushing over my thighs. Her hips rocked forward, taking me deeper inside.
Another moan escaped her lips, and I knew I was right there. I was going to make her come again. Her hands were on my chest, supporting her body as she moved back and forth over me.
“Faster,” I said through gritted teeth, determined to make her have another orgasm before I blew up deep inside her.
Her hips rocked, faster and faster, I could feel her growing wetter around me. My hands held her waist, and I used my own body to pump into her hard and fast. I felt her body explode with hot, wet juices all around me. It was all I could take, and I felt my own body release all the pent-up sexual frustration.
She collapsed against my chest, her mouth moving over me, kissing and sucking. My arms were around her back, holding her tightly to me, not wanting to ever let go. We lay there, both of us trying to catch our breath.
“Chase,” she murmured against my chest.
“Yeah?”
She rolled off my body, propped her head up on one elbow and traced circles around my chest. “I don't do this. I mean, I don't sleep with Blake's friends. I don't sleep with anyone.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
She shook her head. “No, you don't understand. You are the first man I've been with since my husband passed away.”
“Oh,” I said, not sure what to say. I was extremely flattered.
She giggled. “Don't freak out. I just didn't want you to think I was some horny woman having sex with every hot guy I meet.”
I smiled. “Good. I'm glad it's only me. I'm here for another week and a half. While I'm here, I will happily be your sex slave.”
She giggled again, and I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her face was glowing. That could be partly due to the fabulous sex. Whatever the reason, I was happy to be the one looking down at her all naked and glistening with sweat.
“Since we only have a short time, and I have a year of no sex to catch up on, I think we should waste no time,” she said, gently pushing my shoulder.
I willingly fell on my back. My dick hardened the moment she crawled over the top of me. It was going to be one hell of a ride while I was here in Portland, and I planned to enjoy every minute.
Chapter 10
Leah
Climbing the stairs to my room was a little painful. My body had been put through some serious rigorous activity over the past couple of days. Chase was a demanding lover. I didn't mind the soreness. It was in all the right places and left me feeling very satisfied and content.
I didn't know if it was his age or his extremely fit body that gave him the stamina, but I was amazed at his staying power. My body always felt depleted after a night with him. I didn't even know it was possible to have that many orgasms in a single night. He had done things to my body I had no idea were possible. Every time I came, I thought it was impossible to come again. He always proved me wrong.
The lack of sleep was catching up with me. Chase and I had spent the majority of the past two nights having sex and falling asleep right before dawn. I had almost fallen asleep in the shower this morning. I had been too exhausted to stand and took a seat on the bench. The heat and steam had relaxed me, and I closed my eyes. The next thing I knew, I was drifting off. I had to get some sleep today.
Today, Blake would be leaving, which meant Chase and I would be in the house alone. As much as I wanted him, I was also hoping to take a nap, so I could try and keep up with him.
The doorbell rang. I moaned. I had just made it to the top of the stairs.
Blake passed me on the stairs. “It's my mom,” he said.
I nodded. “Okay, I'll be right down.”
She was standing in the foyer. “Hi, Janice,” I greeted her with a smile.
We had a fairly good relationship. We wouldn't be going out for tea anytime soon, but I didn't dislike her. She and Dennis had been divorced for years when he and I got together. She had been married and divorced twice since Dennis.
“Hi,” she said, smiling back at me. “Has he been driving you crazy?”
“No, no. It's been nice to see him,” I said meaning every word.
Chase trotted down the stairs. “Hi,” he said, giving Janice a quick hug.
Blake looked at me. “You sure this is okay?”
he asked.
“Of course,” I told him, doing my best not to reveal how happy I was to be alone with Chase.
“And you are cool with me leaving?” he asked, looking at Chase.
Chase looked at him. “I'm a big boy. I'll be fine. Leah is going to keep feeding me, and I’m going to keep hitting the gym. I'll see you in a couple of days. Have a good time.”
Blake nodded. “Okay.”
“Bye, Chase, and thank you, Leah,” Janice said before walking out the door.
Chase and I stood there, staring at the closed door. Neither one of us moved, in case one of them came back in. I heard the sound of a car engine, and then it faded away.
We both turned to look at each other. I could see that look in his eye, and my body stirred. Despite my exhaustion, I wanted him.
He stepped toward me and before I knew what he was doing, he grabbed me and put me in a fireman's hold, his hand firmly on my ass while he started up the stairs. I giggled, but when he slapped my ass, I stopped. He was climbing the stairs as if we were running from the hounds of hell. He stalked down the hall, kicked open his bedroom door and walked to his bed, dropping me on my back on top of the firm mattress. He was all business as he stripped off my clothes without saying a word. His intensity was working me into a frenzy. The cool air washed over my naked body, sending a shiver over me.
I lay there naked and panting. He stood over me, staring down at my body in the bold light of day. His eyes moved over every inch of me, pausing to look at the most intimate parts of me. He jerked his shirt off before he pushed his jeans off, his cock hard and jutting out. His hand moved down, taking it in his hand and rubbing it up and down a few times. Another shiver vibrated over me. With my eyes on his hand covering his dick, I moved my hand between my legs, following his lead. I arched my back, opening my legs at the same moment I used my fingers to spread myself open. He lunged and plunged into me in one fluid motion. I cried out when his body invaded mine.
It was intense pressure and pleasure. I was coming within seconds. It took me by complete surprise. I had no warning, only an explosive, violent eruption deep within my body. His own release followed mine. It gave new meaning to the word quickie. If quickies were like this, I could really learn to love them.
He rolled to the side, his arms splayed wide.
“I'm starving. I'm going to go make us some lunch,” I said standing and walking out of the room totally naked. The house was empty. Blake was gone, the housekeeper wouldn't be coming in. It was me and Chase all alone.
I was feeling a little lighter on my feet than I had been a short time ago. I practically floated into the kitchen and pulled open the refrigerator door. Everything looked good. I grabbed a tub of lunchmeat and opened it, grabbing a few slices and popping them into my mouth. I was going to need some sustenance if I was going to survive the next couple days alone in the house with Chase.
I heard a noise and spun around to see Chase. He had put on his boxer briefs. He looked like a model in an underwear ad. All hardness and six-pack abs. God, he was fucking hot. I still couldn't believe I had touched that body and had the pleasure of having that man dote on my body.
He was grinning from ear to ear. “That isn't something you see every day.”
I laughed. “Probably not the most elegant, dignified image, I'm sure, but I was really hungry.”
“Me too. What do you have in there?” he asked, coming to stand beside me.
“Want a sandwich?” I asked, knowing I could probably eat three myself.
“Yes and everything else I can get my hands on. I need to replenish. You have worn me out, woman,” he teased.
“I think that is the other way around. Here, take this,” I said, handing him sandwich fixings. “I'm going to throw something on. It is a little drafty.”
“What if I want to eat you?” he said in a low, husky voice.
“I'll be your dessert. Make me a sandwich. I'll be right back,” I ordered, heading back upstairs and pulling on one of my nightshirts and nothing else. I didn't see the need to wear anything else. I walked back to the kitchen and upped the thermostat a couple of degrees. I had a feeling there would be little clothing worn over the next forty-eight hours, and I didn't want Chase feeling the chill. It would be counterproductive to what I had planned.
When I got back to the kitchen, Chase was sitting at the bar scarfing down a sandwich. He nodded, pointed to the other sandwich on a plate piled high with meat, lettuce, and tomatoes. I knew it wasn't exactly feminine, but I sat down and dug in with gusto.
We both chuckled around full mouths of food at the sight we must be presenting. I was completely relaxed and really happy in the moment. It had been a long time since I had that feeling.
Chapter 11
Chase
I never believed it was possible, but I did now. Death by sex was a thing. We had been alone in the house all day and taken full advantage of that fact. I was headed upstairs to shower—alone. I had to. I don't think my body could handle another round with Leah, but I knew if I saw her naked, I would want to fuck her, even if it could kill me.
As I walked up the stairs, dragging my feet, I thought over the day. There had been sex as soon as Blake left. Then sex on the kitchen counter after our lunch. Then we went to the living room to watch TV and ended up having sex there twice. My dick would be raw if I didn't slow down, but I couldn't help myself. The woman was like the most delicious treat in the world. I wanted to gorge myself on her, knowing our time alone would come to an end too soon.
Leah had ordered me to my room to shower alone while she showered and then made us dinner. I was more than willing to comply with her demands. She loved cooking, and I loved her cooking. It was a win-win for us both.
Once I hit the shower, I felt like a new man. It was all I needed to restore my strength. I headed downstairs and went straight to the kitchen.
“Hey, gorgeous,” I said, walking toward her and wrapping my arms around her before kissing her. “You were fast.”
She laughed. “I was hungry. Hunger motivated me to shower quickly.”
I looked at her fresh-faced with no makeup and her hair pulled into a ponytail. She had on a pair of black leggings and a long T-shirt with no socks or shoes. It was the most natural thing in my world to see her like that. I liked the world I was living in and didn't want to think about the real world beyond the front door of her massive home.
“How are you so thin?” I said with a grin, giving her butt a firm squeeze.
“Tennis. You run around chasing a ball for hours every day, and you tend to stay in good shape. No one wants a fat, out-of-shape tennis coach,” she joked. “I think it would be bad for business.”
When Blake told me Leah worked almost full-time as a tennis coach, I had been surprised. She clearly didn't need the money.
“Actually, I kind of do know what it's like to chase a ball for hours a day. Baseball.”
“Oh, yeah! Well, then, I guess I have baseball to thank for this rockin' bod,” she said, running her hand over my chest.
I kissed her again before she forcefully pushed me away. “Go. I am hungry, and I want real food. I'll holler when dinner's ready. I have to eat, or I will pass out.”
I nodded. “I know the feeling. Okay, okay. Are you sure I can't help you? You really don't have to cook for me. I'm cool with making a sandwich.”
“I'm very sure. I want to make you dinner, and I like to cook alone. It's a lot easier to cook when I have clothes on,” she added.
I laughed. “You were the one who trotted down to the kitchen naked as the day you were born.”
She shrugged. “But now, I am going to be using the oven, and I would prefer not to get burned in certain areas.”
I winced. “I would prefer you not get burned either.”
“Go,” she ordered when I took a step toward her again.
“Fine.”
I walked to the theater to check out what kind of movies they had available. It was one of the rooms I
had yet to really explore. Blake tended to spend most of his time in the game room, which was comfortable, but it would be nice to sit back and watch a movie and just chill with Leah. Assuming she wanted to. She may have had other plans.
It took me a few minutes to figure out the various remotes. I looked around the theater that was more like a huge living room on a slight slope. There were recliners instead of the standard seats. It was really a very comfortable room.
I plopped down in one of the chairs, reclined it back a bit, and started flipping through movies. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, Leah was kissing me softly on the lips, one of her hands on my cheek.
