“You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I said.
He leaned forward, and I opened my mouth, taking the length of his cock down my throat with ease. The girth made it more difficult, but I was determined.
I remembered to breathe through my nose as he pushed his dick in and out of my mouth.
“You’re an experienced cock sucker,” he said, in between groans. “I wish I’d come around weeks ago.”
I didn’t answer him as it was rude to speak, or even try to speak, with my mouth full, but I was pleased he was enjoying himself.
“I don’t wanna cum yet.” He made to move, but I gripped his arse cheeks again.
I wanted him to, so continued sucking with ferocious intensity. I could feel his legs shaking and knew he was close.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” he moaned. “Keep sucking.” I had little choice as he grabbed hold of the back of my head and forced his big cock down my throat. I gagged, but it only seemed to intensify his arousal.
Suddenly, he let go and his cum flooded my throat and mouth. There was so much, I couldn’t swallow it fast enough. It leaked out of my mouth and ran down my chin.
I could feel the tremors in Aaron’s legs and knew he needed to lie down.
“I’ve never known any man to cum so much.” I wiped at my chin.
“Because you turn me on,” he panted, lying down on the bed.
I’d give him a few minutes, then he could show me what he was made of.
Chapter Six
It was six am and I had the mother of all hangovers and briefly considered staying in bed, phoning in sick, and just resting my tired and aching body.
The thought of my boss’ reaction made me think otherwise. He had a face like a smacked arse at the best of times, so I sat up, bit the bullet and swung my legs out of the bed.
I’d been ridden hard all night. Ouch, I thought. I loved it at the time, but I was paying the price now. Aaron had screwed me in positions a woman half my age would have struggled with, but was it worth it? Hell, yes!
I heard a grunt behind me.
Shit. He’s still here. I’d forgotten about him still being here for the briefest of moments.
I looked at him, still sleeping. He looked heavenly, beyond handsome, but he had to go. Last night was last night. Today I had a meeting to prepare for.
My phone buzzed on the night stand.
I picked it up and looked at the screen, not recognising the number. I ignored the call. If it was important, whoever it was, would call back, and hopefully when I wasn’t otherwise engaged.
But for now, I turned back to look at Aaron, fast asleep, and snoring gently. My eyes drawn to his morning glory, and right then, the meeting didn’t seem to matter as much.
I pulled the sheet off his muscular body then straddled him, taking the length of his cock inside me.
Aaron woke with a smile. “Good morning to you too,” he said, with a yawn.
I gyrated slowly, massaging his cock, wanting to bring him to climax as quick as I could. Clenching around his cock, I looked down.
His eyes rolled back, and the satisfied smile across his face told me he enjoyed being inside me once again.
Aaron groaned. How many times had he cum last night? I’d lost count.
It wouldn’t be too much longer, then I would send him on his way, but I would remain hopeful our paths would cross again. At least when he was home from University, that is.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned.
“And you’re not so bad yourself,” I said, riding him harder. That was an understatement–everything about him made me weak at the knees. His cock filled me up. There was no doubt he was blessed, and in many ways.
He was the best lover I’d ever had, bar none. For a guy as young as he was, he knew what he was doing. I’d climaxed so many times last night, I thought I would pass out, the orgasms sending shudders throughout my body.
Aaron groaned, and I knew he was fighting the urge to shoot his load. I thrust forward, and clenched his cock as tight as I could, then he was mine.
He finally lost control, and I could feel his warm load flood me. I slumped forward, burying my head in his neck. His hand crept up and tickled my lower back.
“We have to do that again,” he said. trying to catch his breath.
“I’d like that.” I looked into his eyes and leaned in for a kiss. Closing my eyes, I knew last night would be a night I would never forget.
Chapter Seven
I stood at the French doors and kissed Aaron goodbye. One of those long, lingering kisses that seduced me all over again. I was already pushed for time so broke free, not confident I had the powers to resist him if push came to shove.
“Go,” I said, ushering him out of the door. “I’ve got to get ready for work.”
“Soon,” he said, cryptically. With a wink and a devastatingly beautiful smile, I watched as he bolted down the stairs, across my garden, scaling the wall with ease, like my very own superhero, and making his way to his own back door. He turned and winked at me.
“Have a good day, Eliza,” he shouted.
I flinched and pulled the curtains back should his mum be lurking inside her house.
I hoped not.
My mind drifted back to the previous night. I felt well and truly fucked, but there wasn’t a moment of it I’d change. I couldn’t help but grin. This sort of thing only happened in dodgy porn movies, but last night, I acted in my very own with Aaron, the sexy Stallion.
My phone rang again, pulling me back to the present.
It was the same number that had called earlier. I needed to answer it.
“Hello,” I said, tentatively.
“Is that Eliza?”
Whoever it was, he had a seriously sexy phone voice.
“Yes,” I replied, intrigued. “And you are?”
“It’s Kaveh–you know…” He sounded nervous. “The guy you spoke to yesterday–from the building site.”
I remembered him. My horny builder. Who could forget those eyes and that cock? Instantly, I was aroused.
“Oh! Hello, handsome.” I lowered my voice to sound breathy and sultry. “I wondered when you would call?”
That was a blatant lie because I assumed Kaveh would be all mouth and no action. Colour me surprised but I was intrigued none the less.
Maybe my luck was about to change for the better. Being single certainly had its advantages.
First Aaron, and now Kaveh.
“I wasn’t sure if you really wanted me to call, but don’t like to give in. Plus, I had nothing to lose, well apart from the lads at work telling me you wouldn’t be up for it.”
I thought of all those horny builders taking turns fucking me. A fantasy as yet unfulfilled. “I gave you my card, didn’t I?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m glad you did.”
“You do know I’m older than you, right?” I wanted to be sure he wasn’t seeing me through rose tinted spectacles.
“There’s many a good tune played on an old fiddle,” he said, not realising what he’d said, at first. “That’s what my Nan says, anyway.” Good save. I could tell by the panic in his voice, he knew he’d spoken out of turn.
I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt with regards to that particularly insulting analogy. An old fiddle indeed. I’d show him this old fiddle was perfectly capable of leading an entire orchestra.
“So, tell me,” I cooed. “Why are you calling?” I was poised for his response.
“I was hoping you were free tonight?”
“Could be,” I teased. “What did you have in mind?”
“If I’m honest,” he replied, seemingly growing in confidence. “You’re hot and I wanna fuck your brains out.”
Refreshingly honest. I liked that. My nipples hardened at the thought. My sexual desires were on high alert from Aaron’s touch.
“I’ll text you my address.” I wanted to appear more assertive. “Be here for eight pm, don’t be late, an
d don’t make any plans to leave until the following morning. I’m gonna ride you all night.”
I heard him gasp and wondered if he’d been wanking while talking to me. “Okay, I’ll be there.” he said.
“Oh, Kaveh, before you go…” The fantasies were coming thick and fast. “…the hard hat you wore yesterday…”
He interrupted before I had time to finish. “Yeah, what about it?”
“Bring it with you,” I demanded. “In fact, wear exactly the same as you wore when we met.”
“Okay,” he replied, dutifully, then the line went dead.
I didn’t want to appear too eager, so would send my address in a couple of hours. Playing hard to get with this eager young pup might work in both our favours.
Excitement tingled inside me.
Aaron had been an unexpected, but pleasurable fuck.
I smiled, wondering what Kaveh would have in store for me. Only time would tell.
To be Continued.
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