17. Audrina
17
AUDRINA
We’re having sex on the kitchen countertop.
West rams his hips back and forth, my legs over his shoulders, my back on the bench as I arch up against him. It’s so hot. So sexy. And oh, so wild. My son and his partner could come home any minute, yet the urge to let him have me like this won over. I was hot and needy for it, and now I’m here, splayed out on the counter, my breasts bouncing — because West had to free them both — and my skirt up around my waist as West pounds into me.
I watch his muscles ripple as he moves, and it’s really, freaking hard. This angle gets everything; he’s deep, it’s tight, and he’s nudging my clit with every single stroke inside me.
“Love bein’ able to see this tight pussy takin’ my cock,” he grunts. Oh, his words. I’ll never tire of them. I also never thought I was into dirty talk, but with West, it hits better than the romance books I listen to on Audible. He could narrate them, not that I’d want him to do that because his dirty words are just for me. “Talk to me, baby.”
"I'm... oh, I’m coming—” I cry, which only makes him pound into me harder.
“Can feel your pussy squeezin’ me,” he groans. “Oh, Audrina, squeeze my cock baby, that’s it, fuck yeah...”
We’re sweaty and urgent, both of us needing it hard and fast; his words only continue to make me come harder. There’s something about dirty words said in the throes of passion that are like a firework inside of me. I can’t control my body or my dirty mind when he’s around, even if my dirty words don’t come as easily as his.
“Who’s takin’ this pussy?” he growls, not even letting up for a second. Man, this sexy boss of mine has some stamina.
“My boss,” I cry. “My dirty, filthy, sexy ol’ man.”
“You’re mine, Audrina, say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Louder, baby.”
“I’m yours, Hustler!”
He really starts to fuck me, and when my hips lift off the bench, I feel a sensation I’ve never felt before, and I can’t control it. It feels... oh, no... did I just squirt?
His fingers brush my clit and my orgasm doesn’t end, it only gets more intense as I writhe around underneath him with nowhere to go.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it, soak my cock, baby, watchin’ you take me is gonna make me come so hard.”
I moan as my orgasm piques, then I sag back onto the flat surface, and he’s stilling, spilling inside me as he shouts my name over and over. I feel him; I feel that thunder between us as I grapple for breath, fighting my body’s urge to collapse under his weight.
I’m dying of mortification because I can feel that I’m wetter than usual, and my orgasm is now all over the benchtop as well as all over him.
“Holy... I think I need some paper towels,” I mutter in a wave of embarrassment.
He releases my legs from his shoulders. “On it.” Then he reaches across and grabs a wad from the roller attached to the wall, spilling more out of me when he withdraws. “Holy shit, that was hot.”
I try to hide my embarrassment, not knowing where to look, but as he cleans us both up, I give up when our eyes meet. “I... uh, yeah, it was.”
I sit up, and he pulls my ass to the edge of the counter as he grins like the cat who got the cream. “You squirted, baby.”
“I, no, I was just really, uh, turned on I think.” My cheeks, already flaming, burn like I’m on fire. “I’ve never done that before, it can’t be that...”
He leans closer. “That’s because nobody fucks you hard the way I do, Peaches.”
I suck in a breath, unable to help my gasp even though I know it’s true. I’m about to tell him he’s a very bad man when we hear movement at the door.
“Shit!” I scramble off the bench as Hustler tucks himself back into his underwear and pulls his jeans up. “Quick!” I hold out my hand to him, scooping Tilbury off the floor, unsuspectingly sleeping through our kitchen romp, and drag him down the hall toward my basement.
He laughs the whole way there.
“This isn’t funny!”
“Wait, I left the wad of cum-soaked paper towels on the bench.”
“You didn’t?”
“I’ve got enough time.” I watch in horror as he sprints back up the hallway, then grabs the sticky bundle of sodden paper towels, lobs them into the nearby trashcan, and runs back toward me.
I put a hand over my mouth to save from laughing, even though nothing about this is funny. We scamper down to the basement just as Asher calls out, “Mom, we’re home!”
Hustler is breathing just as heavy as I am, and now that we’re down here, I realize that it probably wasn’t a smart idea, because now we have to emerge, and it’s going to look really obvious what we’ve been up to.
“Hey honey!” I call back, my voice a little too tight. “I’ll be right there, just had to get the cat stuff organized.”
“Cat?” he calls back at the same time West mouths, Cat?
Shit!
“Dog!” I correct. “Puppy, she had an accident...” Now I’m blaming my innocent little Chihuahua?
Asher would believe that we’re down here just playing with the puppy, surely? I mean, I’m his mom, he wouldn’t think we were up to no good... would he?
I glance at West, and he’s losing it, laughing. I place my hand over his mouth and try not to laugh too. We must look a sight; his hair is disheveled and his fly isn’t even done up, and my attire isn’t much better. He tries to grope me as I fend him off.
“Stop it! They’re going to know we’re up to something!”
“We’re grown adults, and they don’t care,” he mutters into my air, then he cups my mound. “You still have my cum drippin’ out of you.”
I bite down on my lip, still holding the dog carrier as I set it down again, she’s a resilient little thing.
“ West!”
He bends, lifting my skirt as I shut the basement door, and he parts my legs. “I need to see.”
“Will you quit it!” It’s halfhearted as he swipes himself from either side of my thighs. I’m a mess.
“I can see that I have a very big effect on you, My Little Peach.” His eyes meet mine. “Would you like me to finish you off with my mouth?”
My eyes go round. “You!” I stammer, not even able to get the words out. “With your, um... stuff still in there?”
He stifles another laugh. “ Stuff ?”
I’m whisper-shouting when I say, “Yes! Stuff, I can’t say cum, oh shit, I just said it...” I slap my forehead and he grins, moving closer to my very wet center. He blows on me and I just about convulse.
“Just a little lick?”
“ Hustler , no!” He pulls back, about to stand, but I grip his hair. “Okay, maybe just a little.”
I shove him back down, and I gasp when I’m pressed against the wall and he’s parting me, hissing when he sees what a mess I am. He licks through my seam as I bite down on my lip so hard, I’m sure I taste blood. Then he’s teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue, swirling around and around until I’m jackhammering off the wall, pressing myself into his face.
His fingers find my entrance, and he pumps himself in and out as I convulse so fast, I see stars. “Could do you again,” he mutters. “You’re still so wet, we could be quiet.”
“We should get back upstairs,” I pant. “It’s only a matter of time before Asher comes looking for me.”
“Stop worryin’ about upstairs.” He trails his fingers up my body, then holds them to my mouth and says, “Suck.”
I open wide and do as he says, enjoying this dominating side of him. Knowing he just went down on me and tasted himself while bringing me to another orgasm will stay embedded in my soul forever. This man is off the charts hot.
I groan around his taste as he corners me, his spare hand planting against the wall. “I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you, Audrina.”
I garble around his fingers, wondering why the hell we came here instead of to his place where we’d have the privacy and seclusion to scream his apartment down. Oh, my, am I becoming a sex addict? No, that’s not what this is… is it?
“I love what you do to me,” I pant when I’ve licked his fingers clean. “But you are the dirtiest man I’ve ever met.”
He grins, then against my ear he whispers. “Has that ex-husband been in contact?”
I shake my head.
He pulls back, “You bein’ honest?”
“Yes, of course. I’m sure he won’t be bothering me anytime soon after what you said to him.”
“If he comes near you or calls you again, I want to hear about it.”
I can’t help the smile on my face. “My big, bossy boyfriend.”
“Ol’ man, baby.”
“Oops, I mean, my ol’ man.”
He kisses me chastily. “While I’d love to put you on your back again, I know you’re itchin’ to get upstairs and pretend we’re not fuckin’ down here.” He squeezes my ass, then spanks one cheek. “But you might wanna fix your... uh.” He looks at me from head to toe. “Everythin’.”
We can’t hold in our chuckles as I check myself out in the hall mirror and almost die. If I went up stairs like this, Asher would throw West out, and he’d never be allowed back again. My hair is an absolute mess, and my eye makeup is smudged. Then there’s my dress; it’s still wide open with my breasts hanging out, and the bottom of my skirt is rucked up around my waist, my underwear twisted and pulled to one side.
“I blame you.” I waggle a finger at him.
“Be a good girl now and go check on your son.” He kisses my fingertip, and I shake my head at him.
“I need to clean up, look at what you’ve done to me.”
He smiles at his handiwork. “And the puppy didn’t even wake up, she’s like a little angel.”
I glance down, tucking my breasts back into my bra and sliding my dress back into place. “Clearly she doesn’t take after her mama.”
He laughs out loud. “Touche.”
I don’t even have words for what we did upstairs and what we just did downstairs, but I take a good five minutes in the bathroom sorting myself out, even changing my outfit while West looks after Tilbury, who’s woken up by the time I emerge. “She might need to go outside,” West says. “Been an hour or so since we left Faux Paws.”
“Okay.” I scoop her up into my arms, then we head upstairs. Luckily we have a small grassy yard, and as soon as I set her down onto the grass, she does her business. “Such a clever girl,” I coo, scooping her up when she’s done and kissing her little head. She is so sweet, almost purring as she snuggles into my chest.
When I make my way toward the kitchen, I hear West and Asher talking, and I try not to let my cheeks flush when the bench we just had sex on is now covered with takeout bags and a couple of beers. I didn’t even get to wipe it, ew .
“Hey, Mom,” Asher says.
“Hi, honey,” I reply, reaching for a dishcloth and the spray.
“So this is the little Chihuahua I’ve gotta play second fiddle to?” he laughs.
“You always wanted a sister.” I shrug. He takes her from me, tickling her under her chin as he holds her in his hands. She’s so tiny she’d fit into one, but West and I watch on like proud parents. The fact he got me a dog is probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.
I’ve always wanted one, but John was allergic, or claimed he was. I’m sure it was just another ploy so he didn’t have to look after anyone else under his roof.
I quickly wipe the counter, avoiding West’s eyes as he watches me, smirking.
“She’s so small, Mom,” Asher laughs. “Sure you’re gonna be okay, not steppin’ on her? You are a bit of a klutz.”
“I’m not a klutz!” I chastise.
He ignores me. “Star is gonna love her, we’re gonna eat after she gets out of the shower. Picked up some Mexican if you’re interested?”
“Sure,” I say, finally looking at West. All of a sudden I seem to have worked up an appetite.
“As long as I’m not intrudin’?” West says politely. I almost laugh out loud at the not-so-subtle intrusion he just plied me with right where we’re standing.
“Enough to go round,” Asher says, oblivious to our sheepishness.
“I do have to go to West’s later and grab the other things for Tilbury,” I say, really it’s just an excuse to go to his place because we have everything we need right here. What I don’t have is the stomach to sleep with West while Asher is in the same house. Call me old-fashioned, but it just feels ick.
“Uh, huh.” Nevada waggles his eyebrows. “You two seem to be spendin’ an awful lot of time together.”
“Well, we like each other’s company,” I say. “And now I’m West’s official office lady, I will be spending some more time in the office until I get the hang of the software.” And hopefully I’ll get reacquainted in his bed, or the desk, or any flat surface…
“Nothin’ like gettin’ a higher position the old-fashioned way.” Asher gives us a wink.
I slap him around the back of the head as West shakes his head. “You’re not too old to have your mouth washed out with soap,” I tell him.
“Be nice to your mother,” West agrees. “Or we’ll all suffer.”
“Hey!” I tap him lightly on the ass. “You’re not too old for a spanking either.”
“Oh, fuck no,” Asher groans.
“Wait,” I sputter. “I didn’t mean it like that!” My cheeks flame and my hands rise to my face. Why am I so bad at this?
West pinches the bridge of his nose. “Wasn’t even thinkin’ like that.” Liar! This man just had me squirting all over him, and then he lapped me up after he’d finished inside me. His grin also gives him away.
“Right, well, on that note, I’m gonna go throw up, I mean, wash up, and leave you two lovebirds alone for five minutes.” He pats West on the back, handing him Tilly. “Just don’t do anythin’ I wouldn’t do.”
“That doesn’t leave much,” West calls after him.
I glare at the sexy man across from me and waggle a finger at him. “Not helping.”
“I thought I was?” He smirks.
“No, you’re definitely a bad influence. And I didn’t mean that spanking thing, I was totally having a mom moment.”
He cups one side of my face. “Oh, you can have a mom moment with me anytime, Peaches .”
I bite my lip. “I seriously can’t take you anywhere.”
His lips brush mine. “If I recall, it was you who jumped me in the truck and then proceeded to grope me in the process.”
“That’s because you keep doing super sweet things for me, and I can’t resist you.”
West sighs. “I think Nevada is onto us.”
I roll my eyes. “Do you think so? He can probably still smell the sex on the countertop.”
West chuckles. “You wiped it five hundred times, I think we’re good. I can’t help it if I’m becomin’ addicted to you.”
“I know the feeling.”
He pulls me closer. “Come on the run with me tomorrow.”
My breath catches in my chest. Being invited on the run isn’t a small thing. It means I’ll be on the back of his motorcycle, and that means that me and West will be official to everyone in the club. It’s a big deal.
“Is the club okay with that?” I stammer.
He grunts. “Tag suggested it, actually.”
I balk. “He did?”
“Yeah, he likes you, hell, everyone likes you.”
“That’s because I make him peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when he’s hungry.”
West does a double take. “Wait, what?”
I wave a hand. “It’s okay, I’m kinda the Mama of the club if you haven’t already noticed.”
“Hang on, you make him peanut butter and jelly sandwi?—”
I shut him up with a kiss, not wanting to drop Tag in the shit but also because West looks delectable and I can’t help myself.
“You don’t have to worry about Tag, he’s like a second son,” I murmur when we pull apart.
“Jesus, I fuckin’ hope he’s not gonna be callin’ me Pops anytime soon.”
I giggle, kissing Tilbury’s head as I take her from him. “So, do you want me to come on the run?”
“Wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”
I smile. “I guess there’s no time like the present.”
“Better to get it out there now, then everyone can shut the fuck up and start mindin’ their own business.”
“They’re all very nosy,” I agree.
“Love how she snuggles into you,” he murmurs, gesturing to Tilbury as he watches us. “You’re a natural.”
“Do you think she likes me?”
He kisses the top of my head. “She loves you, look how she’s nuzzlin’ into you like that, she’s content.”
Her breathing is a soft lull, and I hold her close to my chest, not wanting to let her go. “She’s adorable, West, I don’t even know what to say.”
“Don’t need to say anythin’. Glad you love her. The minute I saw her, I knew.”
“Did you?” My eyes well up again. It’s been a lifelong dream to have a Chihuahua, I just didn’t know it was going to feel this good.
“Yep. You’re perfect for one another, Mama.”
I laugh. “Did I tell you I love you today?”
“Nope, but you can keep sayin’ that until I’m sure I’ve heard it and it’s sunk in.” He leans down, pressing his lips to mine once more. Yep, we’re definitely a little obsessed with one another, no doubt about it.
“I think I like the sound of that.”
“Me too.”
Is it possible to feel this happy in such a short space of time since we got together? I’m well aware that this is the ‘honeymoon’ stage and we’re just finding our feet with one another, but I’m also going to go with it. Throwing caution to the wind isn’t usually how I roll, but throwing the dice is something I’ve been perfecting lately, and it seems to be working.
I don’t think about the years I wasted with a man who didn’t love me, nor did he respect me. I also don’t think about the many nights I spent alone in the spare room because we’d grown apart. That isn’t my future; my future is standing right in front of me, and I’m grabbing it with both hands.