Chapter Fifteen
Zeppelin
Lying on Misty’s couch, I sit in the dark and play on my phone. It’s been almost two hours of doing nothing to avoid waking her.
Bernie went to bed right on time. She was the one who told me it was time to brush her teeth and say her prayers. I offered to let her stay up past her bedtime, but she refused.
Yep, she’s the poster child for encouraging procreation. If they were all as good as Bernie, we’d be overpopulated for sure. Unfortunately, the world is filling up with more kids like I was, and it’s turning people off of the idea.
As much as I want to snoop around her place, I don’t. The last thing I want to do is alienate Misty by slipping up that I found her sex toy collection. Even if I am dying to know what she uses. Girly colors? Multiple vibration settings? Huge dildo that sticks to the shower wall?
I still can’t fathom a woman like her only fucking for a week. She has to find another way to get off that doesn’t involve a man. There’s no way she’s a manual stimulation only type of gal.
To be honest, I’m bored. I didn’t mind watching Bernie.
She didn’t fight when I told her it was time to say goodnight to the cats and head home to eat.
She followed her mother’s schedule without complaint.
Sat quietly through the movie she picked out with the exception of giggles, and I honestly can’t figure out how her father misses out on this.
I don’t know the whole story about this Ben guy, but I plan to find out more about him. There’s no way he’s met Bernie. If he had, he’d be here. Every fucking day.
My phone shows 9:14 when Misty walks through the front door and all but slams it behind her. She looks grumpy, and I can’t help but smirk. This isn’t the face of a woman who got off.
“Date didn’t go well?’
She jumps and turns to me on the couch, her hand on her chest as she holds back her scream. “Jesus, I forgot you were here. Why are you sitting in the dark?”
“I like the dark,” I say with a chuckle. “Do you make it a point to leave Bernie here alone when you go out with your man of the week?”
I know the truth. Misty doesn’t do this with Bernie home. And I’ve been oddly proud all night that Misty trusts me enough to watch her daughter.
“No, I just… No, the date did not go well.”
“Didn’t find the… fun time you were looking for?”
Groaning, she walks into the kitchen. “I wasted a wax on this guy. It was very… unsatisfying. Once a year. That’s all I ask. I spend the week giving into my desires, and I wasted tonight on him.”
Rob picked her up right at seven, and I knew immediately he wasn’t going to give her what she needs. Assuming he’s even perceptive enough to pick up on her hints, he seems like a three-pump chump.
“He wasn’t interested? Or it was bad?” I ask, following her into the kitchen where the only light comes from underneath the microwave.
If I’d been the one to take her out, I’d have ripped my jeans off like a fucking Chippendale dancer as soon as she gave me the slightest indication she wanted to fuck. Hell, I want to do just that right now.
“He was a little too interested.”
“What does that mean?” I ask and hold back my chuckle.
The light makes her look even sexier than she did when she left tonight, and I can’t help it. I’m jealous. She dressed up like this for a man who was never going to give her what she needed when I’m right across the street.
“Thirty seconds.”
“Thirty seconds?”
“That’s all he lasted, and then it was over. I just want a damn orgasm I don’t have to give myself. I wasn’t expecting it during sex for my own reasons, but he didn’t even offer to help when he blew his load early. Is that really so much to ask?”
Her hands rest on the kitchen island, and she looks ready to cry. Before she can stop me, I walk up behind her and pin her to the counter, her back pressed against my front.
“How badly do you want to come?” I growl in her ear.
Misty’s whimper sets me off, but when she says, “So much, Zep,” I’m a goner.
Sliding my hand up her thigh, I drag her skirt with it until I reach her panties. Her ass presses against my hard cock to give my hand room between her body and the counter, and I damn near rip my jeans off to take her right here.
Instead, I rub her wet panties. Her hips sway against my restricted erection, and it feels both good and fucking painful at the same time. I can only imagine what it would feel like to be inside her. Hot and wet. And so damn ready.
I slip into her panties and groan when I feel smooth skin. She wasn’t lying about that wax.
My long fingers part her swollen lips until I find her need. Her murmurs of appreciation as I rub my fingertips on her clit make me smile. This won’t take long at all. She’s about ready to explode.
“Oh God, yes,” she whispers, bracing herself on the counter with her hands. “Zep, I swear, if you stop, I will stab you with a kitchen knife.”
So much violence.
I like it.
Chuckling, I slide further down to let her grind against my palm as I slip three fingers inside her. “You have no idea how much I love violence, so that’s not really the threat you think it is. Fuck, Misty, you’re soaking.”
She arches her back and rests her head on my shoulder as her body moves to take what she needs while I massage the muscles of her pussy. Her long neck exposed, her chest pressed out, and my fingers inside her. Fuck, this is even better than my fantasies.
“Which is why I’m on the verge of a murderous rage. I’m a woman on the edge. God, that feels good.”
“No kidding.”
I kiss her neck and pull her left tit from the top of her dress.
Her nipple is hard and pebbled as I palm it, surprised at how long it’s been since I’ve been with a woman with natural tits.
She’s not a large-chested woman, but she has more than enough for me to slide my cock between while she sucks my head.
Fuck, now I want to do more than just finger-fuck her, but she’s got boundaries. Plus, once I get a taste, I’ll be hooked. I just know it. Then I’ll never want to stop.
Misty whimpers, and I ache as her ass continues to rub against the fly of my jeans.
I want nothing more than to free myself and take her right here.
And based on the way she’s responding to my hand, I don’t think she’d object.
But the first time we come together shouldn’t be with Bernie upstairs.
I don’t want her to hold back fearful she’ll wake her sleeping daughter.
If she keeps this up, though, I might just come in my pants. I’ve never done it before—come fucking close a few times—but I’m going to need a release of my own soon. Or a freezing cold shower.
“Zep, fuck,” Misty moans. “I’m right there.”
My lips part, and I suck on her skin. She tastes like strawberry, and I nibble her pulse point, just hard enough to leave a mark but not break the skin. When I tug on her nipple, twisting it just enough to cause light pain, she loses control.
“Fuck!” she whisper-shouts. Her pussy grips my fingers as she bucks wildly against my palm. “Jesus Christ!”
She likes it rough. Fuck. Me.
Panting, she falls forward and braces herself on the counter while I remove my hand from inside her.
The faint scent of latex from her earlier encounter wafts up, and I walk around to the other side of the counter to give us space.
I can’t help but smirk. She looks like a fucking dream, standing with one tit hanging out of her dress as she pants.
“Feel better?” I ask.
“Much,” she says, her eyes finally looking up from the counter and into mine. “If that’s what you can do with your hands…”
I give her a cocky grin even though I ache to give her so much more. Show her exactly what she’s imagining in her mind after feeling me as she rubbed against me. “Come see me tomorrow if you want to know what I’m really good at.”
Leaving before she says anything, I know I won’t be able to sleep tonight. My zipper presses against my cock painfully, and I can’t get into my house fast enough.
I should’ve stayed. If I didn’t respect her as much as I do, I would have. There’s no doubt she would have let me fuck her tonight. Right there in the kitchen. But I need her to make this decision outside of the high of pleasure.
And when I have her for the first time, I want to hear her. All of her. Every sound, every cry, every scream. Every fucking moment.
“Now, if she shows up tomorrow, I’ll be in a different type of trouble,” I say, stripping out of my jeans and boxers to free my cock as I make my way upstairs. “I may not be able to let her go as easily as she can. But that’s kind of the story of my fucking life, isn’t it?”
My hand pumps along my length as I enter the shower, not waiting for it to warm up before I step under the stream. The cold temperature hitting me does nothing to taper the need for a sexy brunette with beautiful blue eyes who just got off on my hand across the street.
Thinking about her pussy squeezing my cock like she did my fingers pushes me over the edge. I shoot my load against the shower wall as I imagine how she’d feel on my favorite body part.
“Maybe tomorrow. God, please let her show up tomorrow.”