by Talya Bosco
It was only then she realized his thoughtfulness with the shirt had probably saved her quite a few scrapes. They hadn’t been gentle, and the delicate material of her dress wouldn’t have done much to protect her.
She grabbed the edges of the dress and pulled them together correctly. It took her a moment to find the hole the tie went through, and when she looked up after arranging her dress, she was surprised by the look in his eyes. She couldn’t identify it, but it filled her with a warm feeling she didn’t want to try to label. “Here.” She went to take his shirt off, and he shook his head.
“No, it’s gotten chilly out. That dress isn’t made for cold nights.”
“Oh, and you’ll be fine without a shirt at all, huh?” Not that she minded one bit. She was enjoying the view. She only regretted not being able to touch him as they had made love. No, had sex. There wasn’t any making love to it. It had been plain raw, hot, and mind-blowing sex.
He flexed his muscles, and it took everything she had not to drool. “A true man doesn’t feel the cold. I’ll be fine.”
She laughed and tossed his shirt back.
“What time are you expected home?”
“I’m not. No one’s home, remember? Jim’s parents are celebrating their fiftieth anniversary up in Kansas City, so they all went up to make a weekend of it.”
“I forgot. So you’re home all alone?”
She nodded.
“You have all weekend off?”
She nodded again. She was beginning to feel like a bobblehead doll.
“Come home with me?”
The nodding stopped. Go home with him? Shit. This was a turn of events she hadn’t expected.
“I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“Me either.”
“Soo, you are inviting me home for…?”
“Whatever. More sex. No sex. Talking. Sleeping.”
Julia didn’t know what to say. She was so thrown by the invitation she stood there for what seemed like forever, trying to process the what-ifs, the consequences, the benefits.
He put on his shirt. “That’s okay. I understand.”
“No! Yes!” She shook her head. “Sorry. Yes, I would like to go home with you.”
“Do you want to take the car back to Jim’s? I can follow you. Or you can follow me back to my place. I’d imagine you’d feel better with a way out.” He grinned. “You never know when the dirty cop might come back.”
“I’d rather take my car.” Oh, hell. “Um. Well. I mean Carrie’s car. No, wait.” Dammit.
He looked at her, his eyebrows drawn together.
She felt like a stupid teenager but told him what she was thinking. “It’s Carrie’s car, not mine. If anyone saw it, well, I don’t care if they know I’m there, but I don’t want to involve Carrie.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I live in the country, down a gravel drive. The only house down there. No one will see the car.”
Julia thought for another moment before agreeing, and the two of them started back to the vehicles.
“Do you want to go home and get some clothes?”
Time. She needed time. Time to process what she just agreed to do. “Yes, please.”
The rest of the walk was conducted in silence. When they got back to the cars, Dennis insisted on treating her hands. He opened up his trunk and pulled out his first aid kit. He wiped her hands with the alcohol swabs with a care and attention she should have expected, but it still came as a surprise.
When he was done, Dennis opened the car door for her and made sure she was properly secured before closing the door once again. She started the engine and waited for him to climb into his own vehicle and pull out before following behind him.
The ride wasn’t long, and the entire time, she wondered what the hell she was doing. This so wasn’t typical. The whole night wasn’t like her. It was as though an entirely different person had taken her over for the last few hours. Someone fun, adventurous, and not afraid of consequences.
This kind of behavior wasn’t her. “Maybe it is.” Her words stilled her inner ramblings for a second. Just long enough for her to calm herself down.
She’d lived enough of her life on the cautious side, never doing anything that would have constituted crazy or too much fun. She was forty years old with no one to answer to.
She wasn’t hurting anyone. Fuck it. It was time she lived for herself.
When they got to Carrie’s house, she literally ran back to Dennis’s car, full of a happiness she hadn’t expected.
She stuck her head in his window. “You’re sure about this?”
He laughed. “Yes. As long as you are.”
She surprised herself by reaching farther in and giving him a kiss. A long, lingering, deep kiss. “Baby, I haven’t been more sure of anything. Back in a jiff.”
She ran to the house, unlocking the front door in record time. She was in the house only long enough to grab a couple pairs of undies, changes of clothes for the next couple days, and shoes. On the way out she remembered to stop by the bathroom and grab her toothbrush. Anything else she needed for two days would be in her purse.
Dennis had been right. They were at his place in less than ten minutes. She was concentrating on following him so closely she didn’t get a look at the house until she’d parked her car beside his and got out.
He met her at the door to the car and took her bag from her.
“This is your place?” she asked, seeing the farmhouse for the first time.
“Yeah. It’s kind of big.”
“Kind of?” She laughed. “It’s huge.”
“My parents built it when they got married. They were hoping for a large family. Unfortunately, all they had was me.”
She detected a hint of sadness in his voice. “I’m sorry.”
He smiled. “No, that’s okay. It may have only been the three of us, but the place was always filled with love.”
“Where are your parents now?”
She followed close beside him as he started walking up to the large two-story farmhouse. “They moved into town. Dad has some health issues, and we all thought it would be better for him to be closer to help if he needs it. That’s actually why I moved back.”
“You were living in KC?”
He nodded “St. Louis, actually. I was a homicide detective there.”
“Wow. This must be a huge change.”
“It’s kind of relaxing, to be honest. After twenty years in the city, I was ready to retire and find something different.”
She giggled. “So you became a cop in a small town instead of a big city.”
He shrugged. “It’s what I know.”
He unlocked the door and gestured her inside. “Grand tour or just the bedroom?”
She looked at him with a smirk.
“Okay. Let’s pretend that didn’t come out that way. This is the living room. It doesn’t get much use. I usually watch TV in the den, which is connected to the kitchen.”
He continued to show her around the house. His parents had obviously taken a lot of time designing it. It had recently been updated as well, either by Dennis or his parents. It was absolutely perfect.
By the time they got upstairs and to the master bedroom, she felt like she knew his entire family history. Everything he told her just made him more attractive to her than he had been before. When he opened the door, she walked inside with an eagerness she hadn’t expected.
She’d just had mind-blowing sex less than an hour before, and here she was ready for more. He dropped her bag onto one of the dressers. The first time she’d seen him, she’d been blown away by his good looks. She’d dreamed about having him that night. Now that she’d had sex with him in real life, he seemed even more impressive.
He was tall, well over six feet, and built like a Greek god. She knew, even with his shirt covering it, that his wide chest rippled with muscles that were capable of delivering what they promised. His short dark brown hair had just enough curl to it th
at she couldn’t wait to run her fingers through it. She just knew it was going to be as soft as it looked. He was a man who took care of himself.
He walked to a door on the left and opened it. His ass fit in his jeans snugly, making her yearn to take them off him inch by inch. Fuck it. That was what she was here for, wasn’t it?
“This is the bathroom,” he said as he turned on the light. “Toilet behind that door, separate shower and tub.” He turned around and bumped into her.
“Show me,” she said, her body pressed against his. “I feel dirty.”
The smile he gave her sent shivers down her body once again. He backed into the bathroom, with her inches from him.
She shut the door firmly behind them. She leaned against the door and motioned to him to keep walking. When he was a few feet from her once again, she spoke. “Shirt.”
He raised an eyebrow and shook his head.
“I said shirt. Remove it.”
He shook his head again and held his arms out. “You do it.”
She pushed herself off the door and gave him the look that scared her nieces half to death. “Are you really going to tell me you’re refusing a direct order?”
He smirked.
“Well then, I guess that’s your loss. Only I know what you were going to get for being a good boy.” Her gaze darted to the bulge showing in his pants, and then she licked her lips.
Quickly, he brought his hands to the first button on the shirt and started to unfasten it.
“Slowly,” she told him, eager to savor every minute.
He followed her directions, unbuttoning each button, revealing hard, beautiful pecs that made her mouth water. She wanted nothing more than to run her hands over his chest, but she made herself wait.
When he was done, he stopped completely. Apparently he was waiting for further orders. She debated a few seconds, enjoying the disheveled look of a man with an open shirt hanging on his body.
“Off.” The man was stripper material. The way he managed to pull the shirt from his body, causing each and every muscle to ripple in the light, made her mouth water and her eager for more. Julia was a sucker for a well-muscled man. She wasn’t crazy about bodybuilder types, but give her a man with defined abs and arms that looked like he wasn’t a stranger to hard work, and she was a goner. Dennis definitely fit the description.
She slowly walked to him and stretched her hand out to his chest. She let it hover there for a few seconds before finally touching him. His skin was smooth and warm. Small tendrils of hair tickled her palm. She had to stroke him, feeling the hard muscles beneath the skin.
He had a six-pack of abs she couldn’t resist running her hand over. Not an ounce of fat on him, and nearly perfect. She curled her fingers and lightly ran her nails across his chest. His quick intake of breath made her smile.
She debated playing with him some more but decided she had time for that later. Instead, she laid her palm against his abs once again before dragging her hand around his body.
She couldn’t resist; she stroked his shoulders. The strength in his arms was evident in his upper back. Julia glanced at his ass. How she wanted to grab it and squeeze it, maybe give it a little spank. But she would much rather do it later, when he was stark naked in front of her. Instead, she stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear. “I am going to get into the shower now. I’d like it fairly warm and at full strength. You may join me, but I will warn you I am very particular about how my hair is washed.” She ran her right hand around his waist and patted his package at the front of his pants.
She turned her back to him and walked toward the vanity. The shower was now behind her, and she heard the sounds of him turning the water on as she undressed. It was only then she remembered he still had her underwear in his pocket. She was going to need to get those back.
She walked back to the shower and stepped through the door to let the water wash over her. The man truly was into personal pleasure. He not only had a rain shower-head, but he had two other shower-heads, one on either side of the shower. Water hit her from three different directions, and she was in heaven.
By the time Dennis joined her, she was of two minds whether to continue with her plan or just enjoy the shower. His touch on the back of her shoulders decided it for her. She could enjoy a lonely shower later. Right now she wanted the taste of this man in her mouth.
He gently pulled her head back and stroked her hair, drawing nearly as many moans from her as he had when they’d been having sex. Tingles ran down her neck, spreading throughout her body in a reaction she’d never expected. He gathered the long strands together and ran his fingers through them, rubbing her scalp like a professional. She bowed her head, pleasure radiating from his touch. His slow, circular motions made her putty in his hands, willing to do anything he wanted if he would just keep doing what he was doing. He stopped for a moment, and the smell of coconut drifted to her nose as he dribbled the shampoo onto her hair. Immediately he returned to his ministrations.
Julia had always found getting her hair washed very relaxing, but his fingers did more than relax her. Slow waves of pleasure washed over her. Her hands went to her nipples. She tweaked and twisted them, pleasure building inside her quickly.
The water caressed her as it ran down her body. Dennis moved closer, his heat warming her straight through. He continued playing with her hair. Suds ran down her neck, the bubbles popping on her skin. She squeezed her nipples harder, teasing them almost to the point of pain.
Currents ran up and down her body. Her hands, his hands, the water itself woke her body to a fever pitch excitement. She squeezed her legs. She knew she wasn’t going to come just from him washing her hair, but damn it felt good. Her body was alive, her pussy pulsing, wanting attention.
She leaned back against Dennis, and his arms wrapped around her. She grabbed at them. She wiggled against him slightly. She felt content. His arms slid around her waist, and he pulled her against him. “Damn, do you have that same reaction when you go to the salon? I hope you warn the shampoo girl first.”
“Hush. I’m in charge here.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He released her and backed up a step. She turned around. Julia grabbed the soap he had sitting on one of the shower shelves and started sudsing up her hands.
She brought the bar to his chest and slowly stroked his skin. She caressed him with the same care he’d given her. It was more a pleasure for her than a chore as she enjoyed the feel of his firm body beneath her hands. The small tendrils of hair he had across his chest tickled her palms. She curled her fingers in the hair, playing with it for a moment before moving on.
She slid from his chest to his shoulders and arms, rubbing and cleaning as she went. He dropped his head back and swallowed hard. His hands grasped at her waist and clenched tightly.
Julia let her hands dance over his upper body much as his had done to her earlier in the evening. Even wet and unable to hide anything, he was perfection personified.
Her hands skipped up his arms and shoulders, then to his waist. She reached behind him and felt the strength in his back muscles before bringing her hands forward once again.
She pushed against his chest, forcing him against the tile. He could have resisted—her strength would never be a match for his—but followed her lead readily.
He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes for what seemed like an eternity. She stroked his lips with her thumb. He captured her thumb between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. A stab of desire went straight to her pussy. She pulled away, smiling at him, and slowly dropped to her knees.
His moan was loud enough she could hear him even over the water as it pounded on her back and his chest. She grasped his waist, moving her hands around to his cheeks, and felt the tight ass she’d only had a chance to view in his jeans.
Tight, smooth, and perfect.
She slid her hands forward again, only then realizing she’d lost the soap somewhere in her travels and not caring one bit. Her han
ds were slick enough for what she was after.
Julia reached for his cock. She cupped the long, thick shaft for a moment before gently stroking it. The soap suds lubricated each caress. He slid smoothly between her palms, every centimeter teasing her as she teased him. She lost herself in her movements, enjoying the sensations her touch created.
A groan pulled her attention upward, and she saw Dennis had his head back, this time against the wall, and his eyes were closed. His breathing was fast and shallow, his chest moving rapidly.
When she stopped, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. “Woman.” His voice was hoarse, strained.
“Yes?” Her voice, in contrast, was soft and gentle.
“Stop torturing me already.”
She giggled. Again. Between that and her behavior, if she didn’t know better, she’d wonder what alien had taken control of her body tonight and left her as a voyeur.
Looking up at the strain and pleasure on his face, however, she decided she didn’t care what had come over her tonight. She loved the new her and was going to live it to the fullest.
All the suds were long gone, but she was far from done.
She grasped his cock gently and leaned in to take it into her mouth. She moved slowly, as she had earlier. His cock slid between her lips, and she savored every bit. He was heavy against her tongue. She grabbed him at the base of his shaft and kept him buried inside her mouth. His cock twitched as she positioned it.
His moan was more than enough to assure her that he liked what she was doing.
She played with him, running her tongue around the shaft as she sucked on it. She squeezed him, pumping his cock from the base to her lips. Julia loved giving blowjobs, loved the feel of a man’s penis in her mouth, between her lips. She felt each little twitch of his cock as his body responded to her actions.
He was so responsive Julia was afraid he wasn’t going to last very long. She didn’t think he would be able to stand much more teasing. Doubling her efforts, she switched from teasing to pleasing. She massaged his balls with her other hand, playing with them as she continued to suck and lick his shaft.
