by Bijou Hunter
Nev frees her lips and kneels down to slide off my jeans and boxers.
“Holy hell,” I groan when Nev wraps her fingers around the base of my cock and sucks softly at the head.
I stroke her cheek as she takes my dick deeper into her mouth. Sucking, Nev strokes my balls, and I have to use every ounce of self-control not to let go. Savoring this pleasure isn’t a breeze. Nev’s talented lips are only one-upped by her generous tongue.
Coming is more than a relief. This pleasure allows me to think straight long enough to enjoy a little tongue exploration of my own.
Nev tenderly kisses my cock after drinking down every drop of cum. Her gaze lifts to study my face. I don’t know what she sees, but her soft smile feels like a reward.
Holding on to my hips, she stands and hesitates with my kiss. I don’t know if she thinks I’ll mind tasting my pleasure on her tongue. I put that worry to rest by kissing her.
I shuffle us toward the wall, resting her back against it. Nev’s hands slide through my hair as I undo her jeans and drop them to the ground. I smile at her lack of panties. She really did know what she had in mind for this afternoon.
My lips suck at her thigh and hip before finally enjoying a taste of her hard red nipples. Nev makes a sexy unhinged moan, proving I’m on the right track.
Licking each hard nipple, I rest my face between her tits and press them together. I close my eyes, enjoying the scent of her soft flesh. Prison, Teigh’s death, the changing club, the distance from my kids—every problem drops away. There’s only Nev and me. Right here, I’m a man without a care in the world. Nev tastes like freedom.
The scent of her wet pussy makes me dizzy. Locked up, I nursed plenty of dirty dreams about eating out a woman again. But never in my wildest fantasies did I imagine someone as fucking breathtaking as Nev Majors.
Whimpering at only my hot breath against her damp flesh, she strokes my scalp with one hand and steadies herself with the other. My index finger and thumb spread her pink flesh. When I blow on her swollen clit, Nev’s knees nearly buckle.
Nev clearly isn’t normally this exposed with most lovers. Her expression is too fearful for her reaction to be normal. I’ve pushed her to nearly an orgasm before my tongue even gives her clit a hello lick.
As much as I enjoy watching her expression flash back and forth between terror and bliss, my gaze lowers to the sweet flesh at my disposal. I love the taste of pussy. Even back when most guys were happy to just get laid, I wanted to go down on girls. There’s no better way to make a gal come undone than licking her pussy until she reaches heaven.
Nev makes the most amazing sounds while I taste her sweet juices. When my lips cover her mound and suck, I have to hold her still. Nev’s entire body shivers, and she comes unbelievably hard and fast.
Going limp, she slides to the floor in a daze. Without thinking, I lower her onto her back and return to her pussy.
My fingers slide into her hot entry as my lips suck softly at her swollen clit. Nev moans my name both loudly and in heated whispers. I’m all she sees as I bring her closer to another orgasm. I torment her a little longer by licking a circle around her clit, giving it a break from my steady sucking. My fingers never relent. Soon, my cock will take their place and enjoy this blazing wet heat.
Nev comes again, wiggling and whimpering in relief. I love how her ice princess act thaws completely once our clothes come off. Even when she sucked me off, her gaze felt warm and open.
Nev sits up as soon as my lips leave her pussy. She stares into my eyes and announces, “I came so hard I saw God and thanked him for your tongue.”
Her gaze flashes to my hard cock, and she pops up to her feet. “I need you inside me.”
Standing, I immediately kiss her lips. How can anyone taste as sweet as this woman right here? I feel lightheaded by her flavor. My heart races, even before she climbs on the bed, rests on her back, and spreads her lean legs for me. I feast on the tanned flesh, luscious tits, and glorious smile of a woman I’m already addicted to.
The head of my cock finds tight flesh. Nev watches me, wearing a blissed-out expression as I work my way deeper into her wet pussy. Once I fill her, we exhale together.
I hold her gaze. No words are necessary. We’re beyond meaningless shit like compliments. Right now, we’re a single entity in a void. Nothing else exists beyond our bodies.
I don’t fuck Nev with the wild abandon of a man years without sex. Each thrust is slow and deep. I savor every inch of her wet heat. My gaze takes in the sight of her hard nipples as she strokes one while teasing my chest. Nev doesn’t hurry me along. She soaks in the feel of our bodies melting into one. I’ve never fucked a woman so leisurely, but there’s never been anyone like Nev.
I don’t have a clue how long I thrust into her hot pussy before she comes. I am aware she enjoys two wild orgasms before propping herself up enough to suck my nipple while stroking my balls. I doubt I’ve ever come as hard in my life.
When I collapse on top of her, Nev wraps her legs possessively around my hips to keep me from leaving her body. We remain that way for a while, soaking in the final waves of pleasure between her tight pussy and my very thankful cock.
Eventually, she frees me, and I rest on my side next to her.
Watching me, Nev offers a lazy smile. “I never believed my heart would race for anyone again. It’s so odd to think a part of you is basically dead and then feel it return to life.”
“You’re a young woman. No reason to believe something is dead. How come you got that idea in your head?” I ask, lightly tapping her temple.
“Explaining would make me seem overly dramatic, and I avoid hysterics.”
“You think too much,” I say, running my fingers across her flat belly. “Say what you feel and let the consequences happen.”
“That’s not how I live.”
“Why?” I ask, scooting down to kiss her belly button. “You’re an outie.”
“Is that a problem?”
“That you think too much?” I ask, ignoring what she’s bothered by.
“Was your woman’s belly button an outie?”
“Look at you trying to get my back up and ruin our fun,” I say, ignoring her going cold. “What button did I push to make you self-destruct? Is it this one?”
My fingers trace her belly button before I nuzzle the spot just above her pale pubic hair.
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Fine. I don’t like being told what to do.”
“And I did that how?” I ask, unbothered by her switch in attitude. Each time Nev gets chilly, she thaws quickly after.
“I don’t know,” she says, squirming away. “I’m overwhelmed.”
“Can’t be on my account. I’m the nicest guy you’ll ever meet.”
“You don’t know everyone I’ve met.”
“We run in the same circles. I’m certain I’ve met everyone.”
Nev rolls her eyes at my bullshit and stops trying to climb out of bed. “What do you want?”
“Right now? I wouldn’t mind another round of fun. Then, I could help you in the kitchen with lunch. You can tell me about your pets, and I’ll try to keep their names straight.”
Her green eyes study me in the same way she probably eyeballed Chuck. I must pass whatever internal test she runs. That would explain her smile and how her lips cover mine as she pushes me back on the bed.
“You can rest while I make you feel good,” she says, sounding young and delicate again.
“No way am I disagreeing with the lady of the house.”
Nev takes control, letting her lips and tongue wind me up until my dick’s rock hard. My hands enjoy the soft curves of her full tits, lingering on her stiff nipples poking against my palms. Nev moans, and her gaze finds mine. She must discover what she’s looking for because I’m graced with another painfully beautiful smile.
“Do you want me to suck you off or ride your dick?” she whispers, still holding my gaze.
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“That’s not a real question. Pussy always defeats mouth.”
“I thought men loved blowjobs,” she says, straddling me and sliding my cock along her wet slit.
“Nothing in the world feels better than pussy,” I say and then groan when she works me inside her tight heat. “I’m going to have trouble forming thoughts for a while.”
Nev smiles at my pleasure and then shivers when my fingers find her clit. Her gaze shifts as if seeing me differently. If I ever hope to figure out this gal, I’ll need an instructional manual and a whole lot of practice.
But Nev Majors is more than worth the patience and effort.
THE CRACKERJACK
Back in Ellsberg, I was known as a bit of a slut. I’ve dated a football team’s number of guys, including the many sons of my father’s club brothers. But I’ve only actually had sex with one guy before. Sure, I did other stuff with a few men, like blowjobs and handies. Out of all those guys, only one went down on me before.
Jacob swore he’d performed oral sex on lots of chicks, and they all loved his technique. I suppose it’s possible none of those women minded his plyer-pinch/vacuum two-step. More likely, they chose to endure such horror to please the scary yet attractive biker. Or maybe those women had a higher tolerance for pain than I do.
All I know is I nearly killed Jacob. Literally came close to snapping his neck. Some might call such violence unwarranted. However, my parents raised me to react quickly to threats, and what he was doing to my clit was inhuman.
After my near-murder of Jacob, I swore off men. Dicks weren’t that interesting, anyway. But the people attached to them were the real problem.
However, Sam easily charms me into breaking my no-men promise. I swear his eyes are so hypnotizing I can’t think of anything else.
And as if I weren’t gobsmacked enough by Sam, he proves men are, in fact, capable of stellar oral sex.
“Good Lord!” I cry with enough passion to inspire my dogs to bark as if we’re under attack.
Sam’s wily tongue pauses long enough for him to chuckle at their drama. Before I can speak, his lips make short work of my self-control. I’m again crying out and sending the dogs into a tizzy.
“They’re terrible guard dogs,” I murmur to Sam once he fills my pussy with his impressive cock. “They’re barking at the fucking door.”
“Dogs prevent burglaries more than anything else. Let the little guys bark.”
Any man willing to give my fur-babies a break is aces in my eyes.
“I can’t remember what happened to lunch,” I mumble after Sam comes, and I rest under his hot body. “Seems like a lifetime ago.”
“Food is an everyday thing. You’re something else,” he says in that voice I feel deep in my chest.
Closing my eyes, I soak in the heat from his body. I’ve forgotten how good this kind of closeness feels. I’m a natural loner despite growing up surrounded by people. When I wanted company, I never had to look far. When I wanted to be left alone, my family obliged. It’s made me lazy about creating relationships.
Sam’s steady heartbeat under the palm of my hand lulls me to daydream rather than talk to the man I just shared my body with. Back in bed with Yulia, I could remain quiet while she spoke. Of course, men work differently. They like to chill after a fuck. Is that why Sam is quiet? Or does he expect me to say something?
I instantly hate the pressure to bend to another person’s expectations. My first instinct is to push away from him and go make lunch. Except my heart feels lighter when he’s nearby. Rushing away will steal from me a calm I hadn’t known I craved.
“Since being home, have you done anything fun with the kids?” I ask after running through dozens of possible questions.
Sam casually runs his fingers over my belly. “Get the feeling they don’t want me spoiling their normal routine.”
“But their normal routine is boring,” I say, and he cocks an eyebrow. “School, homework, it’s all tedious.”
“Oh, I’m sure it is. Neither one talked about friends. At their age, I ran around after school, riding my bike and hanging out with my pals. By Caesar’s age, I’d already noticed girls.”
“And I bet they noticed you.”
“Oh, yeah,” he says, smirking, “but I was still at an age where being a kid felt better than rushing to grow up. I don’t see the same enjoyment from my kids.”
“I’ve noticed they’re tightly wound. Not at all like you or your parents.”
“They didn’t use to be.”
I think of their dead mother. Rather than approach such a touchy subject, I slide my hand across his rumbling stomach.
“It’s only been a few days,” I say, going the safer route. “Having you home feels weird right now. You didn’t live at the trilevel with them before, right? Hopefully, in a month, it’ll be like you were always around.”
“I’m sure you’re right.”
“So am I,” I say, smiling at his relaxed expression. “I’m terrible at small talk.”
“Don’t feel the need to force it. This isn’t an interview.”
Grinning, I sit up, and his gaze feasts on my body. “I figure I ought to start lunch and get you refueled.”
Sam grins at my meaning. “I hate to put my pants on.”
“Though I’d suggest you go commando, fried chicken can lead to grease spray.”
“Welp, I wouldn’t want my nuggets getting crispy.”
Grinning, I admire the view as he slides into his boxers. Sam’s generous enough to go shirtless, so I can enjoy the sight of his tanned, tatted chest and back. I stick to my black top since my snatch currently prefers nothing snug up against its slit.
We walk to my kitchen and past the dogs, who seem surprised to realize a stranger is in the house. They really are terrible guard dogs, but I didn’t get them for their badassery.
This house’s square footage isn’t proportioned how I would have chosen. More modern homes have larger kitchens. Mine is a little snug, but the skylight over the sink and the chic country style is cool. I could have done a major renovation and stolen space from the sunroom or family room. Instead, I changed superficial features and left the house’s bones alone.
That does mean my family will never comfortably fit in this kitchen. Not that I plan to have them over for Thanksgiving dinner. I hate entertaining, so my small kitchen is an excellent excuse to enjoy big dinners elsewhere.
While prepping the chicken for the stove, I ask, “What time do you need to head out?”
“Kids arrive home around three-thirty. I’ve been getting them on and off the bus.”
“Is that something they like?” I ask as he leans against the wooden countertop. Peeling potatoes, I notice how he doesn’t answer. “Have you chosen silence over pissing me off?”
“No, I was just admiring how terminally pretty you are.”
“That means a lot coming from someone who’s brutally handsome,” I say, grinning too much again. “Are you a big fan of the Eagles?”
“Can take them or leave them.”
“What do you listen to?”
“Just about anything.”
“Imagine you’re trapped in a room with only one song playing for hours. What do you pick?”
“Wouldn’t matter. I’d just imagine whatever song I wanted to hear no matter what was playing.”
“Mind over matter, huh?”
Sam flashes me a sexy smile, and I’m once again lost in lust. I figured scratching that itch would make him less appealing. Instead, I’m overly aware of everything I say and do. Hell, I feel almost bashful in his presence, hoping he likes me and doesn’t move on to the next girl.
Never in my life have I felt so pathetic. It’s both annoying and invigorating for someone to own such power over me.
As the chicken fries and the potatoes boil, I toss my self-control in the garbage and glue myself to Sam’s body. He kisses me leisurely, sated after our earlier fun. I ache to hold on to him and never let go.
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rrified by my own clinginess, I tug away and frown at him. Sam just smiles as if he has me all figured out. Gah! What the fuck is wrong with me?
“What song would you pick?” he asks when I frown in disgust at my clinginess.
“None,” I say, probably pouting, which is even more embarrassing.
Sam tugs at my T-shirt until I’m pressed against him. He wraps one arm around my shoulders and uses his other hand to wipe a stray hair from my face.
“Why are you making a simple question so difficult?”
“Don’t all women get stupid around you?”
“No, just the best ones.”
I think to ask if his woman, Teigh, was also the best. A part of me wants to sabotage this relationship and go back to being alone. Sam comes with complications. Ending things today feels like the smart move.
Instead, I kiss him. His lips make life simple. No worrying about my past relationship flopping or if he’s still hung up on his dead baby mama. Mostly, I stop stressing over if today is all we should or will have together.
Back in Ellsberg, I hung out with guys I’d dumped, even Jacob. We ran in the same circles, just like Sam and me. I never felt weird about seeing them. However, I’m fairly sure I’ll be less cool if Sam blows me off after today. So much for my emotion-free sex.
I manage to finish cooking lunch. Once a tray is filled with the covered plates and two beers, I lead him outside. The dogs follow, instantly disappearing into another section of the large, heavily manicured yard.
“Welp, I know for a fact Chuck didn’t conjure up this extravagant layout,” Sam says and admires my favorite part of the house.
“I stole ideas from the internet and pretended I was a fucking genius,” I say, setting the tray on one of the tables I have situated around the yard. “I assumed you didn’t mind eating outside, considering you haven’t minded a single thing since we met.”
Sam glances at me over his shoulder and flashes a grin. “I sure minded waiting two days to spend time alone with you.”
Grinning like a fool, I remind myself of how Sam’s had decades to hone his effortless charm. I can’t take shit personally. He’s happy to get laid, and I’m hot. That’s the only thing happening here.
