Boyd #2
Queenie practically oozed happiness throughout the entire meal. By dinnertime, Boyd’s shirt was soaked through with sweat from spending the day in the sticky Texas heat. Queenie looked rather flustered as well, just not in the way Boyd would have wanted.
Back in the truck with the AC blasting, Queenie sighed and closed her eyes. “Okay, next time we should do this in the middle of winter.”
“The Christmas lights would be spectacular,” Boyd agreed.
“Oh yes, I forgot about those.”
“Do you want to stop for dinner?”
She looked exhausted but nodded anyway. “Take out? We can eat at my place if you’re okay with dinner without a view.”
“You’re my view.”
“If you had said that six hours ago without gallons of sweat dripping down my forehead I might have believed you.”
Boyd laughed, loving her sense of humour. After verifying that Italian was okay, he texted their order to the owner of his favourite spot. “Well, once we get to your place, you can do anything and everything that makes you feel more comfortable.”
“Definitely a shower.”
“Is that an open invitation as well?”
“You are more than welcome to have one, but we might test the limits of the space. I was going to offer you one anyway, but I wasn’t sure if you would be offended.”
“I’m a grown man. You can tell me when I stink without hurting my fragile little heart.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Exhausted, Queenie waited in the car while he collected their dinner. He was wiped out himself, but wasn’t quite ready to leave her side yet.
Queenie dozed on the drive, smiling at him apologetically when they parked outside her building.
“I won’t be upset if you don’t want me to stay,” Boyd told her, brushing a stray lock of hair out of her face. “You’re clearly exhausted.”
She shook her head and guided him to visitor parking. “Please stay.” He parked and Queenie froze before opening her door. “You want to open it, don’t you?”
“Only if you don’t think I’m too old school.”
“Old school yes, but it makes me feel special. I like that.”
As she wished, Boyd helped her to her feet and followed her to her first-floor apartment, carrying their dinner. Curiously, he looked around as he stepped in and Queenie locked the door behind her. The open floor plan gave way to a spacious kitchen with cosy, modern furniture and large windows.
He leaned down and kissed her shoulder. “Take your shower, I’ll set dinner up. ”
“We can eat on the couch.”
“Perfect.” Queenie started to direct him around the kitchen before he gently cut her off. “I’m a grown man, remember? I’ll be able to find what we need.”
She turned to her room and nodded more to herself than him. “Of course you are.”
Unable to help himself, Boyd stared after her and the way her delicious curves moved in that beautiful dress, only reaching for the plates once she was out of sight.
He grabbed napkins and cutlery, carrying it all to the living room and setting it on the small coffee table.
Baby clothes and craft supplies littered the loveseat and spilled out of an open wooden chest that sat next to a sewing machine.
Boyd’s stomach twisted. Were children part of her future planning?
Queenie appeared as he was filling two glasses with water from a pitcher in the fridge, dressed in a hoodie and baggy, floral shorts. “I have some shorts that might fit you if you want to take a shower too,” she said, holding them out to him. “It won’t take long for me to wash your clothes.”
“If you’d like to see me shirtless, all you have to do is ask,” he quipped.
Queenie’s cheeks turned a bright pink, and she shuffled on her feet. “I tried to find a shirt too, but you might rip mine apart trying to get into them.”
He stepped past her, accepting the shorts and throwing a grin over his shoulder. “I do enjoy teasing you. That blush is rather addicting.”
As he’d been warned, Queenie’s shower was on the smaller side. He’d had to bend down to wash his hair. Not that he was ungrateful. Cleaned and smelling like her rose shampoo he stepped back into the living room, finding her patiently waiting for his return.
“You’re lucky I left the food alone. Everything smells delicious.”
“A very lucky man indeed.” He joined her on the floor, allowing her to fill her plate first. A low hum of appreciation pushed past her lips when she took her first bite. “What are you going to make with all the fabric?”
“I’m quilting a blanket for my goddaughter.” After another bite she explained, “The blonde that sat at the bar with me. Her daughter just turned one. These are all her clothes that don’t fit any more.”
Boyd suppressed the urge to feel relieved. “So, you cut them all into squares and sew them together?” He was clueless when it came to any kind of crafting.
“That’s exactly it. I became obsessed with it when I found that old sewing machine during a garage sale.” Queenie gestured to the ancient-looking device.
“How does it work? I mean, that kind doesn’t need electricity, right?”
“Right. There’s a foot pedal. The faster your foot, the faster your needle goes.”
“God. I wouldn’t have the patience for that.”
She shrugged as if her hobby was nothing special and took another piece of bread. “It’s my evening entertainment when I watch my shows.”
Nervous, Boyd asked the next question on his mind. “Do you want children of your own?”
Queenie shook her head emphatically. “Don’t get me wrong I love them, but I never saw myself as a mother. I love Maggie, but I love not being responsible for her even more. I step in when Allison needs me, but I like having my separate life. ”
He tried not to show how much that answer relieved him.
“What about you?” Queenie asked. “Did you never want more after Luka?”
“I always thought about having more once we stabilised, but the timing never added up. At some point, I realised I only wanted a second to make up for my wrongs—to be present in ways I wasn’t for Luka.” He chuckled lightly. “Then I grew old.”
“You’re not that old. Plenty of older men become fathers.”
“Those idiots have no idea what they’re getting themselves into.”
Queenie giggled, and he loved how it made his heart flutter. “No, they just do as their beautiful young wives demand.”
Once they finished eating, Queenie collected the dirty dishes and declined when Boyd rose to help. After switching his clothes to the dryer, she refilled their glasses and plonked herself down in his lap. His hands found her thighs like magnets, thumbs welcoming her with gentle caresses.
“Oh, sweet Queenie.”
Her fingers trailing over his chest, she asked, “What do you want to do with us?”
“Anything you feel comfortable with.”
“Honestly?”
“I always want your honesty.”
“I’m not sure what I want. I enjoyed today.” And with that gorgeous blush returning, she added, “And yesterday. I don’t know how serious this will become, and I don’t want you to feel like I blindsided you if it snowballs out of control.”
“I understand that this isn’t a conventional relationship and moving rather quickly. I too, enjoyed myself this weekend, but if you don’t want this to go further, I won’t be upset.”
Queenie’s fingers danced up his neck, chased by a rush of warmth. Then she leaned in and brushed her lips against his, her body arching into him and hardening his cock.
God , this woman could do anything she wanted to him, and he would allow her to do so with a smile on his face.
She tightened her thighs around his hips, her fingers combing through his beard as she fed him the slightest of moans. He grabbed her ass and rolled his hips into her. Fatigue seemed long forgotten. Queenie’s lips whispered along his cheek and to his ear, hand dropping from his neck to his crotch.
“Queenie,” he breathed roughly, but she only sucked his earlobe in response, dipping her hand into his borrowed shorts. She had him wrapped in her fist instantly. “Tighter.”
She obeyed, drawing a moan right out of him.
He slipped his hands into her pants, pleasantly surprised when he was met with bare skin.
One hand cupped her pussy while the other shoved her hoodie out of the way.
He growled. No bra either. Her nipples were hard, hips arching into his hand, thighs trembling from the light pressure on her clit.
All he could think about was filling her up again, hoping that he’d get the chance to taste her.
But after shocking most women the first time, they usually never let him do it again.
Head rolled back, he drowned in the sensation of her mouth on his neck and her hand pumping over his hard length. Her entrance wasn’t slick enough to finger fuck her, so he focused all his attention on her clit, using his other hand to twist her nipple between his fingers.
Her kisses vibrated against his skin, and he ached with his whole being to be inside her again.
Rolling her hips over his erection, Queenie pushed off his lap, hauling him to his feet behind her and dragging him to the bedroom.
He shoved his shorts to the ground, tugging hers off with his free hand.
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs,” he husked.
Queenie happily obeyed, crawling onto the bed on all fours.
Boyd’s cock throbbed between his thighs.
Her ass jiggled, her stretchmarks shimmering in the dim light trickling in from the living room.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Lose the hoodie too.” The garment flew across the room. “You listen so well.”
“You make it easy,” she whispered, situating herself in the mass of pillows.
He knelt between her legs, running his fingertips over her thighs. “Stunning,” he hummed, one hand back on her pussy, rubbing her clit. She arched into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut and her hand gripping his wrist tightly. “Where are your toys, Queenie?”
She wordlessly indicated her nightstand, and without leaving her clit, he reached over and grabbed a silky bag and lube.
Inside, he found a g-spot vibrator and a small rose toy that he knew worked wonders.
He tossed the toys aside for now, slicking up his fingers and pushing them into her tight pussy.
His cock leaked over the bed, begging for attention but it would just have to wait.
His hands were busy. He traced her stretchmarks while his other hand slowly worked her open, his thumb keeping a steady pressure on her clit .
“Such a beautiful woman.”
“Boyd.” And with the way she moaned his name oh so softly, his insides melted. “Please,” but not even she seemed to know what she was begging for . Her hand held his in place as she rocked her hips over his fingers.
“You need to tell me what you want. I can’t do as you wish if I don’t know what you’re begging for.” His voice was rough, and he had trouble keeping it steady.
Her breathing turned shallow. He ran his fingers over her stomach to her tits, giving the plush mounds a firm squeeze. “You.”
He let out a soft chuckle and pushed a third finger into her, leaning down to suck her nipple. “I’m yours, my queen. I’m knuckle deep inside your pretty little cunt.”
He increased the pressure on her clit, pulling a deep moan from her chest. “I… oh !” He’d just crooked his fingers, finding that sweet spot without the help of any toy.
Resting his hand beside her head, he spoiled her throat with kisses. “Do you want my cock, Queenie?”
She eagerly nodded, body trembling under his.
“Will you let me fill you with my cum?”
“Yes,” she panted, chest heaving and fuck, her tits looked so delicious that his mouth watered.
“I’ll fuck you while your pretty little toys make you come around my cock. Then I’ll eat that sweet cunt of yours filled with my cum.”
“Yes, please,” she begged, her hips arching into his.
By the time he pulled his fingers free, Queenie was already reaching for the vibrator.
Once it was buzzing against her clit, he slammed his cock into her.
Her lungs emptied in a gasp that quickly turned into a moan.
He braced himself to either side of her head, her legs widening in invitation.
He swooped in, sealing his mouth over hers and swallowing her moans.
He groaned and grunted with each thrust, loving how she took every single one hungrily.
Queenie wrapped her arm around his neck, holding him close into the kiss.
He rammed into her, the buzzing on her clit increasing until her body shook.
He fucked her through her orgasm, pussy strangling his shaft and hurtling him closer to the edge.
It only took a few more thrusts for him to find his release, his cum spilling deep inside her. “ Fuuuck ,” he groaned. He rested his forehead against hers, trying to catch his breath. “You are so fucking perfect.”
Peppering kisses along her jaw, he stole one last one from her lips before laying between her legs and kissing her sensitive clit.
His heart was still racing and when he pushed his tongue through her folds, it damn near stopped.
Her fingers were threaded through his hair as she sat up on her elbow.
Her pupils blown, she watched with visible pleasure and her lip between her teeth.
She loved watching him eat his own release right from her pussy.
And it drove him wild .