Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
“Yes. God.” He tipped his head back against the couch.
“Nuh-uh.” I made a warning noise. “Can’t send you home with a mess in your shorts. Clothes off.”
“Oh. Yeah.” His cheeks went dusky as he quickly stripped with unsteady hands before settling back down next to me.
“Gonna come fast for me?” I asked as I got a hand on his cock right away. He was longer than me, though not as thick, and his cockhead was uncut and more oval, whereas mine was more bluntly rounded.
“Uh-huh.” He made a needy noise, arching into me. “Please.”
“Ask me for it.” I stroked him hard and fast, upping the ante by fiddling with his nipple with my free hand. Not everyone had hardwired nipples like me, but Stu seemed to like it well enough, moaning and leaning into the touch. “Come on, say please again.”
“Please let me come. I need it.” Stu moaned as his head fell onto my shoulder.
“Yeah, you do.” I heaped on the praise as I jacked his cock with a practiced grip, using the slide of his foreskin to speed up my strokes. “And you did so good, sucking me. Made me feel so good.”
“Please.” He made a sound that was close to a whimper. Yeah, he was right there.
“Say my name,” I ordered. A bit power trippy, but I got off on my partner knowing exactly who they were with.
“Percy.” Stu gasped and released a fountain of come that hit his collarbone before painting his chest and belly. “Fucking hell.”
I gave him one last kiss, softer now, a sweet reward for coming so good for me. Releasing him gently, I used my discarded shirt to clean up his chest and stomach.
“That was amazing.” He sounded more than a little come-drunk.
“It was.” I offered a bemused smile before offering him a hand up. “I’ll show you where the bathroom is if you want to clean up a little more.”
I liked the afterglow as much as anyone else, but there was no sense in dragging out an awkward parting.
“Yeah.” He followed me to my hall bath, pulling on his shorts as we went. “Thanks.”
By the time he emerged a few minutes later, I had a fresh pair of shorts and a T-shirt on and had returned to my recliner.
“You’re welcome to finish your beer.” I gestured at his half-empty bottle, knowing full well he wouldn’t take me up on the offer. “I can put the sports news on if you’d like.”
“Nah. We should…” He paused near my front door, making a vague gesture. “I mean, if you want to.”
I chuckled. “We should definitely do that again, Stu.”
And we hopefully would. For all the inevitable stilted goodbyes that followed a first hookup, I was already craving a repeat. I trusted he’d be back for more.
Chapter Three
Percy
I waited for Stu to come back around for a second helping.
And waited.
And waited.
The stuffed shells casserole was delicious and enjoyed by the whole crew, and now Stu’s metal pan sat clean on my counter, waiting for him to stop by.
Only he hadn’t, and it’d been over two weeks since our little escapade, and I was more than a little miffed that Stu hadn’t so much as waved to me from his driveway. Also, I was approaching DEFCON levels of horny, with zero desire to go hunting on the apps or in person. For all I was known as a flirt, I could be rather picky about partners, and Stu checked every last one of my boxes. There had been something…else to the encounter with him, something I didn’t care to name but made him linger in my brain.
I glanced out my front window yet again. His place was across the street and two houses over, but I had a pretty good view of his driveway, especially now that the house on the other side had been lost to the fire, creating a gap in the street.
“See you Monday!” A cheery, forty-something woman with short teal hair and silver glasses stood next to a large, loaded-down silver SUV. I’d seen her around and was reasonably certain she was Stu’s ex. Both kids emerging from the house with backpacks and other bags and climbing into the SUV added to that assumption.
“Have a great weekend.” Stu waved to them from the porch.
What was this? Stu home alone? Possibly bored and also horny?
I glanced over at that empty pan. Returning it was a rather obvious excuse, but it wouldn’t be neighborly to keep his pan. A distant memory tingled in my brain. My mom sometimes returned a casserole dish with something in it as a thank you. I had a wicked sweet tooth, so I easily found a box of brownie mix in my pantry and some parchment paper for lining the pan. I could make brownies in my sleep, so I had them baking in the oven in short order, allowing me time for a quick shower.