Ten
TEN
ALEXANDER
S uch a divine woman.
As deviant as she is pretty.
The view of her there, beneath the counter, lips stretched over the rigid, veiny surface of my dick, had me weak. Each stroke of her wet little tongue had my knees buckling.
Nick remained focused on his game while his perfect girl swallowed my cock, taking it all so very well. What a fucking idiot. He didn’t know the absolute perfection he overlooked daily.
‘That’s it. Take it all. God, you look so hot with my dick in your mouth.’
Her cheeks flushed at the light praise, and I noted that for the next time we met. When I could spread her out and show her the pinnacle of pleasure that others had denied her.
‘Fuck,’ I groaned as she cupped my balls, her throat constricting around my dick as I thrust fasted, my orgasm barrelling toward me at an unstoppable pace. I wanted to press deep and shoot my load right down her sweet throat, but seeing her displaying a mouthful of cum would be such a pretty sight that I held back.
Muscles spasmed as I slid over her tongue, the light graze of her teeth at the edges contrasting with the hot wet sides of her mouth and sending me into a feral craze.
‘Hold it,’ I demanded, unleashing ropes of hot white come all over her perfect tongue, her tear-stained eyes looking up at me. My cum pooled and her mouth filled with saliva as she tried to keep it there.
I looked up just in time to see Nick put his headset on the table and walk toward me.
Shit.
‘Nick’s coming,’ I whisper. ‘Don’t move. Don’t swallow. Stay right where you are.’
Pushing my hips flush with the countertop, I ran a hand through my hair, feeling flustered, but trying to look calm. On the counter stood the pizzas I’d been halfway through unwrapping when Francesca had come in, along with my half-drank bottle of beer. Grabbing it, I took a hearty swig just as Nick came into the kitchen.
‘Hey, have you seen Francesca?’ Nick asked. ‘She was right by me, but when I finished the round, she’d disappeared.’
Because you only look at her when you’ve nothing better to do, you twat.
‘Maybe she got sick of being ignored and went home?’ I ventured.
‘Nah, she doesn’t give a shit about any of that. As long as I give her a good seeing to when I’m done, she just keeps coming back for more.’
My fingers tensed on the beer bottle, rage filling me. How had he become so selfish? Nick wasn’t the boy I’d known any more. He’d morphed into someone I barely knew.
You don’t deserve her.
‘She might have finally seen things more clearly. Why don’t you go over there and show her you care?’
I waited to see if he’d step up. Not that I wanted Francesca to give him another chance, but I wanted him to figure it out. To see that who was becoming wouldn’t serve him well. For a minute, I thought he would. My pulse thundered in my throat when he crossed the room, coming dangerously close to my side of the counter, where Francesca knelt with a mouthful of cum.
‘She knows where I am if she wants me. I’m not going to chase after some skirt. Gotta tournament to play. Can’t let the guys down.’
Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he headed back to the dent in my sofa, moulded to the shape of his lazy ass.
She remained there, mouth open as drool and cum dripped down over her chest, glazing her tits like the sweetest of donuts.
‘Look at you. Behaving like a delightful slut for me.’
Kneeling, I tipped her chin up, leaning in to kiss her with a slow, decadent meeting of our lips. My warm cum slid between our tongues in a hot, dirty, mess.
‘God damn,’ I groaned, breaking the kiss. ‘You’re something else.’
‘You just...’ She struggled to find the words, and I let out a low laugh.
‘Licked my cum from your dirty little mouth? Yes, I did. And I’ll do it again. I’ll lick it from your thighs. Your cunt...’ I let a growl clip my words as I ran a finger up her thigh, scraping it across the lace of her panties. ‘Maybe even from your ass if you’re a very sweet girl.’
Fastening my pants, I helped her to her feet. Grinning as she glanced toward the sitting room.
‘Do you think he suspects anything?’
‘No. He doesn’t care enough to be suspicious. You heard him.’
Her mouth tightened into a hard line. ‘I did.’
‘You deserve so much more.’
‘Like you?’ she asked.
‘Better than me. Someone who wouldn’t fuck his son’s girlfriend.’
‘Then I hope you’ll make the fucking worth my while. See if you can eradicate my morals with that impressive cock.’
The flush of pleasure that her dirty words hit me with made me feel ten years younger. Like I could take on the world if only to force them to cherish this one perfect woman.
‘I’m just going to go clean up,’ Francesca said, brushing her lips over mine before rounding the counter. Nick appeared as she reached the kitchen opening, startling us both.
Francesca turned a deep shade of red as Nick smiled, pulling her against him.
‘There you are. Knew you wouldn’t have gone home without saying anything.’
‘I just went for a lay down, my head’s sore.’ If Nick actually listened to a thing she said, he’d know from the tumble of words that she lied.
‘You’ve got a little...’ Nick trailed off, wiping the edge of Francesca’s mouth before licking his thumb.
My ass almost fell out of my pants. Did he just...?
Francesca stuttered as Nick screwed up his face.
‘I thought that was frosting,’ he said.
‘I put on some face cream when I was upstairs,’ Francesca countered.
‘Tastes rank. I didn’t even know we had any of that girly shit. Grab me a slice of pizza, will ya?’ With a slap on her ass, Nick went back to his seat, pulling on his headset.
‘He just licked your cum.’ Francesca looked pale as the horror settled in. ‘Oh god. Oh, my god.’
‘It’s okay,’ I said, feeling equally horrified.
‘No. I can’t do this. I can’t be this person.’
Before I could stop her, she stormed out of the kitchen to where Nick sat, ripping his headset off. Nick snatched it back, cradling it like a baby that he worried she’d hurt.
‘Nick, I can’t do this. It’s over.’
If she’d been expecting him to beg, or yell, or react, she’d be sorely disappointed.
‘Yeah, alright. Calm down. Whatever.’
Francesca’s chest rose, her fists clenching by her sides. Then her shoulders dropped with a shake of her head, and she walked out of the patio doors. Nick simply pulled back on his headset and laughed with his mates about his psycho bitch girlfriend dumping him.
I desperately wanted to slap some sense into him. He wouldn’t know a good thing if it bloody well gyrated on his lap.
Instead, I followed Francesca, catching up with her amongst the trees between our homes.
‘Wait,’ I said, grasping her fingers. ‘When can I see you?’
‘What do you even want with me?’ Her words were terse, her face suffused with anger.
‘I can’t explain it, but there’s something here. I feel a connection that I want to explore.’
‘Why? I’m going back to dentistry school, and you’ll what? Fly back to England? I’ve let myself fuck one man for half the summer who didn’t give a shit about me. I don’t need…this.’ She gesticulated between us with a flick of her wrist, her words like little poisoned darts threatening to cut us off before we’d even begun.
‘It’s not the sex. I mean… I won’t say that you didn’t just blow my mind in there, but I want to get to know you . Show me who you are and what you love. I think there’s more to this than just lust, Francesca. Don’t you?’
‘We’ve known each other for all of five minutes. You’re just thinking with your dick like your asshole of a son, and I’m tired of it.’
If she truly wanted to end it, I needed to respect that. But something lingered, some small string of hope still knotted between us.
‘If you want me to leave you alone, I will. But you felt what I did, didn’t you? Felt more beneath the surface. Something exciting.’
‘I felt horny. So did you.’
‘Undeniable. But take sex off the table, let me know you.’
Her teeth grazed her lower lip as she looked toward the moonlight glittering across the lake. On spotting the jetty, her resolve softened.
‘Bake with me?’
From the tension that filled her shoulders when she asked, she expected me to refuse.
‘I’d love to.’
A small smile played over her mouth.
‘Really?’
Stepping closer, I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling at her. ‘It would be an honour to watch the master at work. Beats frozen pizzas any day.’
Making space between us, she narrowed her eyes. My heart broke for her when I realised she was trying to figure out if I mocked her.
‘I mean it. You’re incredible in the kitchen. In every way.’
‘I’ll let you know when I’ve got a free house, and you can come over for a baking lesson. But that’s it.’
Holding my hands up, chest height, I nodded. ‘Scouts honour. I’ll behave impeccably.’