38. Colt
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colt
I got the girls off to school, and now I’m building a present for Maggie out in her lemon groves. I showed up with a crew early today and other than the bat cave; we installed all the screens. Gus, Ria the florist, the guy who owns the little store where so far we buy a lot of batteries, Matteo the butcher, and Enzo grabbed some of the other guys they know, and we knocked it out. They regale me with stories of this property, and how it used to be the most beautiful. Now it’s dusty and gone to shit because the owner died, and his children don’t care what happens to it. I found out the caretaker and his wife have been here since it was built and live on the back end of the property. I’m pretty sure Maggie doesn’t know that. My gorgeous daffy woman.
Maggie’s meeting me for lunch after teaching and I can’t wait, but I need to get these things built first.
I’ve got sawhorses all set up and dragged an old tabletop from the back of the house to act as a workbench. I won’t go in the house anymore until we figure out what the fuck is in the walls. I’m not nearly as confident as she is that it’s a mongoose, which is bad enough, but what if it’s like a bunch of feral rats or something? I shake, thinking about it.
It’s hot and I’m working hard. I have four built and five more cut ready for assembly. Nine has to be more than enough. I swig a gulp of water and move the table out of the sun a bit. Then wipe down my brow with the hem of my shirt.
There’s a wolf whistle. “Who ordered the hot boy porn?” She looks around and keeps talking. “Seriously, who do I tip for a private gun show? Can I get some air in here? Cuz, damn you just stole my breath.”
I laugh at her, and she approaches. “Sweat looks good on you, Andrews.”
“Ma’am, I’m a simple worker just trying to earn a decent wage.” She laughs.
“Why are you here and not waiting for me at Chiara’s in Lucca?”
“Why are you here?”
“I live here, and my second class got canceled, and I thought I’d come home and freshen up before you, but I can see fresh is not in the cards for you.”
“You came home to feed them, didn’t you?” She shrugs and looks toward the house.
“Screens! You installed my screens. Thank you.” Maggie tosses her arms around my neck and kisses me. Before things get too heated, I drop my hands from her hips. I left her in a hotel to get home to the girls. My cock is super angry at me.
She gestures to my current project. “What’s all this?”
“Low-income housing for bats. I mean it’s no bedroom in a Tuscan villa, but they are indeed houses built for them.”
The sun hits her eyes, and they sparkle and almost bring me to my knees. She leans forward so as not to touch a sweaty part of me and purses her lip begging to be kissed. She closes her eyes, and I yank her to me, rubbing my sweat all over her.
“Ew.”
“Seriously, we’ve been back together for twelve hours and it’s already ‘Ew?’” She gasps.
“We’re really back together? That seems so formal.” She grins.
“How about a first date?”
She kisses me and backs out of my arms. She inspects the bat houses and turns quickly back to me, and she looks like how July feels. Sultry, sexy, sunshiny as if the days could last forever.
“Hmm. I don’t know. You seem like you come with a lot of baggage,” she jokes.
I round the table and stand on the other side of the bat houses from her. I put my hands down and lean over and steal a kiss. “I have trunks and trunks.”
“I only have a carry-on.”
“You’d like to think that, but you got all kinds of secret trouble.”
She leans over the bat house and says, “Are you referring to my mongoose?”
“I can’t wait to see your mongoose again.”
“Not this smelly and sweaty!”
Her laugh trickles across my skin. I glance around the property and take in the late summer flowers and green sloping hills. I put my hands on my back and stretch. This place is beautiful. “How did you find this place?”
She plants herself in front of me and shrugs before I grab her. “Fate.” She lets me kiss her quickly. Then she takes my hand and leads me toward the house. “Are you afraid of a little noise in the walls?”
“Mags, you can not go in there.”
“Then how else will I pay you for services rendered?” Her smirk is electric and heat crawls up my skin and blood flows directly south.
“Well, ma’am, it’s certainly a stiff price. You sure you’ve got that at the ready?”
She glances back at me as I follow behind her luscious ass. “As long as the price is stiff, I can handle it.”
I grab my crotch. “Very stiff.”
She stops and gestures to one of the big metal outside chairs around her farm table. She grabs a hose and stares at me.
“Take your pants off.” I grin.
“Interesting.”
“Strip, please.” She does a little curtsey thing, and it’s adorable. She sucks in a sharp breath and her eyes flair. I fling my running shorts down, and she instantly sprays me with the hose. Specifically, my hard as fuck dick. I shield it and let the water sluice down my body, rinsing the grime and sweat. “That’s hot.”
“Maggie, what the fuck are you up to?” She sprays my face. I attempt to shield the onslaught while I’m naked and dripping in her front yard.
She turns the hose off and points to the chair. I sit down confused, thinking we were going inside and then this fucking goddess drops to her knees. She peeks up at me, and I gather her hair to the side of her head.
“You’re going to have to tell me what I owe you?” Hell yeah.
I take over. “No more demands, Meerkat. Take a long drink. My dick is wet and waiting.” She does, and I hiss at her touch. Then she sits back on her heels as I spring forward. I yank her hair to tug her head back and her gaze up to my eyes. I kiss her roughly, and she opens to me instantly. I taste all her desire. Our faces are thrashing back and forth with our tongues violently thrusting into each other’s mouths.
I tug her off of my lips. “You want that, don’t you?” She nods. “Words, Maggie.” It feels so fucking hot to be out here exposed, telling her what to do. No one is around but it doesn’t make it any less titillating.
“I’m really thirsty.” She pouts.
“If you want lunch, you’re going to have to suck me dry first.”
She shakes her head and stares at my fat cock. “For this.” She moves to lick the precum forming at the tip. I yank her head back again.
“Beg for my cock, Maggie.”
“I want it. Please, Colt. Can I please have your cock?”
I lean down and kiss her roughly. “Open wide.” And she does her tongue dripping in anticipation. Fuck. I shove into her mouth, and her hands wrap around my base as I push in forcefully. She gags for only a second then moans around my dick and the vibrations send me over the edge.
“You and your dirty, wicked mouth. No one has sucked my cock in years. You think you can do this?” She bobs her head up and down. “Can you and your greedy mouth take all of me?” She swallows me down and I groan, “Good girl.”
This might be the greatest blow job of my life.
I look down at her as she works me perfectly. “Such a good Meerkat.
She’s gently scraping the under side of my dick with her teeth, and I’m going to fucking come. There’s no way I can hold out.
“Jesus. I need to fuck your mouth. Hit the back of that dirty girl throat. Maggie, I’m not going to last with your filthy sucking.” She bobs in an increased rhythm, and it’s been too long. I don’t have a choice.
“Fuck. Mags. I have to spill down that gorgeous throat. I need to fuck your face right the fuck now.” She moans in approval and doubles her speed. She goes deep, and I think I’m going to fucking die. “Ah.” I hold the back of her head and thrust in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes water a little, but I can’t stop.
“Can you take it? Look how good you are at sucking my cock. Take it all.” She moans her approval, and that’s all I need. “Fuck.” It comes out as a strangled groan as I release into her. She sucks it all down and doesn’t stop even as I shake and bend in half, losing my grip on her and reality. “You’re perfect.” I whisper in a shaky voice.
My phone dings, but she doesn’t stop. It dings again, and my dad gene kicks in.
“One second.” She pops off, wiping her mouth. “Shit. Sloane’s school is closing. There’s a leak. I have to go get her.” Maggie sits back down on her heels. I lean down and kiss her, not caring my cum is in her mouth.
She says, “That was so hot.” I stand, pulling my shorts up and pull her to me.
“Oh, you’re incredible.”
“Thanks, I haven’t done that in a long time.”
“Trust me, not as long as me.” I kiss the top of her head. “I have to go.”
We stare at each other, but there’s no way I can stay while worried about Sloane. I place my hands on her hips as she kisses me, saying, “We have all the time. Go.” I grab my clothes and use my t-shirt to towel off my chest and hair before I put on my clean shirt. The one that was for our date. Then I run back over, kiss her deeply and run to the car, hoping she’s right.