Chapter 4
My cock stirs in agreement. If this is what a year without getting laid feels like—overanalyzing every interaction with a woman—I’m not sure I can take much more. Why would someone so young ever be interested in me? It’s insane to even think about her like that.
I head to the side door by the lake and spot her, a little more covered this time. She’s in a patterned sundress, holding the borrowed cups. I smile and open the door, checking her out. She looks like she’s in her twenties. God, I hope so.
“Hi, again.” She smiles, and I can tell she’s not entirely sober. “Thanks for the cups. I feel guilty for not washing them, but we just got off the boat,” she says quickly.
“It’s all good.” I smile, taking them from her. We pause, caught in a lingering stare.
“I’m Dani, by the way. Lisa’s niece,” she says, that amazing smile glued on her face.
“Hi, I’m Adam … the summer renter.” I immediately feel embarrassed. The summer renter? Really, man?
She bites her lower lip, and I can tell she is checking me out. Really checking me out. Ah, I freeze and take a deep, audible breath.
She tilts her head back, her expression shifting to something like … pain? My body tenses, my mind barely keeping control. Her neck is exposed, and I can see more cleavage than I think she realizes, thanks to our height difference.
“I’m supposed to tell you something,” she softly says.
I wait.
“Yeah …” She blushes, looking deep in thought. “I’ll go, and we can pretend this never happened.”
She turns and takes a couple of steps toward the driveway. I feel the urge to stop her, to say something. But I’m frozen, unsure of what I should do—though I know exactly what I want to do.
“Wait,” I finally manage.
She turns, and we stare at each other. I think both of us are uncertain about the next move. Does she want something from me? Does she want to come in? Or for me to ask her out?
“I have to ask,” I say, my voice strained. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-five,” Dani says, with no indication of if that’s good or bad. I’m so used to my wife—ex-wife—saying her age like she was apologizing for it.
I extend my hand, and she walks up the stairs to grab it. Holding it, I guide her inside. I don’t have a plan, but here we go. We smile at each other as I close the door behind her, still holding her hand, which is radiating heat.
My dick swells, and I give in. I pull her face to mine and kiss her softly. She responds, her lips pressing against mine, her tongue slipping into my mouth.
Fuck. This is happening.
With her arms around my neck, Dani backs us farther into the house she’s so familiar with. Pulling me with her through the kitchen, our lips collide, and our tongues dance. It’s so fucking hot.
She stops with her back against the oak dining table, and we pause, staring at each other. It’s like she’s about to say something, but the words don’t come.
Instead, she slips her sundress off, revealing the black bikini and that incredible figure. Her porn star-level body looks like it belongs in a magazine—double Ds, flat abs, athletic thighs. I’m pretty sure it’s all natural.
“Dani, you’re so fucking hot,” I say, moving closer. I drag my index finger down her chest, tracing her stomach until I reach the top of her bikini bottoms. “Whatever you want me to do to you, I’ll do it,” I whisper, taking her earlobe into my mouth.
It’s been longer than I can remember since I’ve truly fucked, and this is an opportunity I can’t pass up.
She lifts herself onto the table with ease, like maybe she was a gymnast or something. Her whole body is so strong.
“I want you,” she says softly. She’s a mix of confidence and shyness, bold enough to come here but now a little hesitant.
“Before we go any further, how much have you had to drink today?” I ask, my tone firm.
“I’m a Wisconsin girl in her twenties. I’m fully consenting to whatever happens next.” I like this confident tone. I want her just as much, and I need to know she’s into this.
I’m hesitating. Why? This is something I never could’ve imagined happening, and it’s unfolding right in front of me. She’s saying yes. She’s saying yes to me.
Fuck it.
I wrap her legs around my waist and carry her to the white couch. Sitting down with her straddling me, I kiss her deeply. Her small frame fits perfectly, and I know she can feel how much I want her. I haven’t been this hard in a long time.
She pulls back slightly and whispers, “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“I really need this.” She giggles. “It’s been a while.”
How? How could a girl who looks like this not be getting laid? I also consider we were both thinking about how much we need this intimacy.
I pull her brown hair in a light tug, exposing her neck, and kiss lightly down it. She gives me a soft moan. It’s sexy and experienced.
“Oh, do you like it a little rough?” I whisper in her ear, keeping the tension on her hair.
Dani keeps her eyes closed, running her tongue along her top teeth. Fuck, that sends heat straight to my cock, which is desperate to be freed. With her still wrapped around me, I lift her and press her against the wall near the bedroom door.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I say, staring into her big hazel eyes. She gives me a closed-mouth smile. I swear her face is challenging me to be the best she’s ever had.
Carrying her to the bed, I toss her down. She giggles in response again. I love it.
Her bikini has to go. Kissing right below her chest, I slowly lick my way to her right hip bone, causing her to squirm. Then I move my tongue to her left hip bone. She’s writhing beneath me.
“I’m so wet,” she pants.
Biting the waistband of her bikini bottoms, I lift her hips and pull them down to her ankles, revealing her bare pussy.
Tossing the bottoms aside, I plant soft kisses on her upper thighs before trailing my tongue to her clit.
Her body jolts, and she reaches for my hand, interlacing our fingers.
I lick slowly and delicately, building her up.
“You’re teasing me,” she whines.
I shake my head and continue, my tongue working in broad strokes, licking slowly and purposefully. I can feel her getting wetter and wetter. Her body tenses as I slide a finger into her.
Fuck, Dani’s tight.
Adding in another finger, she moans, squeezing my hand hard. I want to tell her to relax, to savor it, but I’m just as eager to make her come.
“I’m so close,” she pants.
I speed up the circular motions with my tongue and suck on her clit while pounding her with my fingers. I can feel her squeezing around them.
“So … close …” She moans. I keep up the pace, waiting for her release.
She lets out a sensuous “Ahh…” Followed by a breathless, “Holy shit.” Her body pulses as I feel her climax, her pussy contracting around my fingers.
I smile to myself. Damn, that was hot. She grabs my face and pulls me up for a slow, lingering kiss. Lying next to her, she rests her head on my chest for a few moments.
“So, Adam,” she says softly, “do you hook up with random girls often?” She giggles, and it’s so innocent and adorable.
“Not anymore. Well, not in the last ten years.”
“Oh?”
“I’m … divorced, and we dated for a few years before getting married.” I hope this doesn’t turn this in the wrong direction.
“So, you’re, like, forty-something?” she playfully asks.
“Forty-four.” I pause. “Am I the …” I trail off, not wanting to know if I’m the oldest guy she’s hooked up with.
I don’t want to be the oldest. But she’s twenty-five—why would she be hooking up with guys my age? My mind races back and forth between considering my mortality and feeling like the cliché divorced man chasing a younger woman.
She smirks, and I relax into the comfortable cuddle we’ve fallen into, still enjoying the feel of her small frame next to mine.
“I’m like the Taylor Swift song but reversed,” she says. “I get older, but the guys stay the same age.”
Taylor Swift? I don’t know any of her songs. I mean, I’ve heard her songs, but I’ve never intentionally played one. My mind starts spiraling, realizing what happened. I’m that old guy bedding a young, hot thing to forget he is, in fact, the old guy. I shake my head slightly, and she notices.
“Oh, obviously, you’re not a Taylor Swift fan.” She laughs. “Basically, you’re exactly my type. I’m not into guys who are still figuring themselves out. I prefer when they already know who they are.”
I think I understand what she’s getting at, but I need to confirm. “You’ve been with forty-year-olds before?” I try to ask evenly, without judgment—because who am I to judge right now?
“Yes, there are other members of the forty-year-old club.” She sighs, and I’m reminded how she said it’s been a while for her.
“But no new members lately? Not even pledges?” I flirt, squeezing her closer.
Shaking her head, she laughs. “It’s been the longest drought.”
“So, we’re both in need of it, huh?”
“Yes, so bad.” She chuckles and rolls on top of me. “So bad, in fact, that we had to hook up with a stranger and all that.” She looks at me confidently, leaning down to whisper in my ear, “I really want to fuck you.”
That confidence. When it’s here, it’s undeniable. She commands me, and a surge of energy channels its way south, begging to feel her.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks.
Fuck. What kind of bachelor am I? I groan inwardly. I don’t have a single condom. I look at her apologetically and shake my head.
She looks at me with sad, puppy dog eyes before sliding her hand down to my cock, pulling it out. Lying beside me, she slowly strokes. Dani stares at me with desire simmering in her eyes. I need this … I need her.
“Looks like you’ll have to invite me over once you remedy this situation.” She smirks.
Holding my gaze for a second longer, she suddenly takes all eight inches of me down in one swift motion. Oh. My. God. How is this happening right now? She engulfs it, licking and teasing, making sexy eyes at me.
I grab her thick ass—perfectly perched on all fours—and give it a smack. Thank God for squats. This fucking ass. She moans, not breaking her rhythm. I tease her, rubbing my finger over her clit, then slide it inside. She’s still so wet. I mimic her pace, fingering her.
“I need to focus.” She gasps, pausing with a breathy giggle.
I give her toned ass another smack, and she resumes sucking my cock, alternating between fast and slow. She teases the tip while locking eyes with me, then takes it deep into her throat. I don’t know what kind of karma I’m cashing in, but this is the best blow job of my life.
She slides up to my face. “What do you think about taking this party to the shower?” I nod, and she pulls me toward the bathroom.
“You never took my bikini top off.” She laughs and slides it over her head, revealing those perfect breasts.
“How the hell did I forget that?” I immediately pull one nipple into my mouth. She moans and pushes me back against the wall.
“Stay,” she commands, turning on the water of the deep, walk-in marble shower.
She checks the temperature, then hops in, pointing a finger at me to wait.
I watch as the water flows over her chest, hips, and thighs.
She turns around, giving me a full view of her ass, and rests her arms against the shower wall.
“Come here,” she finally says, glancing back at me.
I step into the shower, grabbing her ass and pressing her against my hard cock. I kiss her neck and grab handfuls of her breasts from behind.
To think, I was considering calling one of those escort services that has long wanted me to become part of their club.
No way they’d ever send me someone like her.
This beautiful, sexy woman who showed up at my door couldn’t be more perfect for me.
It feels like a gift from the universe saying you needed a good lay.
“I need you to fuck me,” she pants.
“We can’t.”
“I’m clean,” she says, pushing her ass harder against my cock.
“Me too, but are you sure?”
She nods.
Trusting her statement and hoping for the best, I slide inside of her with big plans of making her explode on my dick.
Her tight pussy grips me, pulling me in deep, leaving no space between us.
Dani’s head falls back, and she lets out the softest gasp.
I can’t resist her wet body begging me to fuck her.
“I want to savor you,” I whisper with my lips beside her ear.
She’s so fucking perfect—I can’t get over it.
I push her forward, admiring the muscle definition along her arms and back.
Making small, deliberate movements inside her, I push as far in as I can.
Pulling out to just the tip, we find a rhythm; her face pressed against the shower wall, arms planted above her head as she moans.
I go faster, thrusting deeply inside, and she encourages me with a litany of everything I want to hear.
I’m lost. Lost in everything about her and this steamy shower. Lost in this unforgettable moment, I come. Pulsing inside of her, I immediately regret not pulling out.
“I’m sorry.”
“I have the implant,” Dani says, wiggling her left arm.
The implant? I’m not sure what she means. I pull out, and she turns to face me. “Implant?”
“Yeah, feel it.” She takes my hand and presses it against her left biceps. There is a small, hard thing there. “It’s multi-year birth control—super effective.”
I force down the feeling of being too old for her and stare at this incredibly sexy woman I fucked.
“This was unexpected,” I whisper, going in to kiss her neck. “I would definitely like to do it again sometime.”
She gives me a tender kiss on the lips and smiles as she steps out of the shower. Grabbing a familiar towel from under the cabinet, she says, “I’d like to do all of this again too.”
“Can I give you a ride home?”
“You have a car?”
“I parked it in the association lot. That way, if someone drops by, they can park in the driveway,” I say, not knowing why I’m over-explaining.
“You can easily fit three cars in the driveway. We do it all the time,” she says, drying herself and taunting me. That perfect smile stays on her face, and I realize I am so curious about this person.
“My friends are at the bar down the street. They’ll take me home. But if you would like my number …” Dani lets the offer hang, waiting for me to make the next move.
I throw a towel around my waist and briskly walk upstairs to the office to grab my phone. I smirk at the thought that we didn’t even make it to my room—the primary suite. Maybe that would’ve been too weird, considering this is her aunt’s place.
When I come back downstairs, she’s already dressed and ready to leave. I think about how fast that was and hope everything is okay. I should not have come inside of her.
She types in her number, calls herself from my phone, gives me a quick peck, and then she’s out the door.