8. Trey
I’m sittingon the front porch steps when Mae pulls into my driveway. Rising to my feet, I descend the stairs and hurry over to open her door.
“Well, this is good service.” She smiles, stepping onto the pavement. She moves out of the way, and I close the door.
I smile back at her. “Hey, I’m a Southern gentleman at heart.”
She nods her approval. “I like that about you.”
Catching hold of her hand, I lead her up the stairs and around the side of the porch. “I made mojitos and was thinking since it’s not as humid, we could sit out here for a bit.”
“That sounds great.”
“Sit down.” I gesture to the wicker loveseat.
She places her keys down on the teak coffee table and lowers onto one of the thick cushions. Taking the seat next to her, I hand her a drink.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I hope it tastes good. This is my first time making mojitos, and I’ve never tried one before.”
“Ooh, a mojito virgin.” Her eyes twinkle over the rim of her glass. “Take a sip and pop that cherry.”
Chuckling, I grab the remaining mojito and lift it to my lips, trying it out. It’s sweet and fizzy against my tongue, and when I swallow it down, I notice the minty lime taste.
“What do you think?” Mae asks.
“It’s a bit too sweet, but it’s kind of refreshing.” I take a longer sip and lick my lips. “It might be growing on me.”
Her mouth turns upward on one side. “That’s how every alcoholic beverage I’ve ever tried has been. They’re an acquired taste, but I prefer mixed drinks.”
“I’d rather smoke some weed than drink, but I’m a dad now and have to set a good example.”
“I’ve never tried it,” she says, and I know my surprise is evident. “What? I wasn’t much of a party person in college.”
“What about high school?” I ask.
“You were smoking pot in high school?” It’s her turn to be shocked.
“Yeah.”
“How did you have access to it?”
“It wasn’t hard to find. I have an older brother.”
“So do I, and he wasn’t offering me weed.”
“If I had a sister, I wouldn’t have either.”
She clicks her tongue against her teeth. “That’s sexist.”
“I get how it seems that way, but it’s really not. Women are the fairer and kinder sex. If I had a little sister, I’d want better for her, and I’d protect her.”
“Aww, that’s sweet.” She sips her drink, and I notice the wine-colored polish on her fingernails.
Two nights ago, those same nails left crescent-shaped divots in my shoulders.
My dick twitching with the memory, I take a deep pull of the mojito. I’m trying not to rush her right inside and up to my bedroom, but I haven’t stopped wanting her since the moment she left my house the first time.
I didn’t plan for our night together to turn into anything more, but my hunger for her isn’t waning. In fact, it’s only growing stronger. I’ve jerked off multiple times, and it’s not helping.
“What made you message me again?” she asks.
Is she a freaking mind reader?
I decide to be honest about my change of heart. “We had such great chemistry, and it seemed a shame to take advantage of that only once.”
She nods. “I’m glad you messaged. I wasn’t ready to swipe on anyone else on Finder.”
Fuck that. I don’t want to think about her with another man. Especially when there’s no reason for the two of us not to do this.
“To be honest, I wasn’t either.”
“So here we are,” she says, raising her glass.
“Here we are.” I tap mine against hers before we simultaneously knock back the rest of our drinks. “Can I get you a refill or something else?” I ask, setting my empty glass down.
Pressing her front teeth into her lower lip, she gnaws on the dark-pink flesh, as if she’s unsure what to say.
“What do you want?” I press for her to answer.
She places her glass on the coffee table, turns toward me, and mischievously lowers her eyebrows. “I’ll give you a clue. It’s definitely not another drink.”
I wrap a hand around the back of Mae’s head and pull our mouths together again.
She casually crawls into my lap, straddling me as our greedy tongues reunite.
I thread my fingers through her long hair. It’s soft as silk as it slides over my skin.
Cradling my head in her hands, she gently massages along my scalp, driving me mad.
Holding Mae under her ass, I push to my feet. She immediately wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her inside the house and straight up the stairs to my bedroom.
“You’re so strong and manly,” she coos in my ear, pressing kisses over my neck.
Dipping forward, I place her on the bed and kick off my shoes. Tugging her flats off, I notice her toenails are painted the same color as her fingernails, which I find incredibly sexy.
Placing a knee on the mattress, I crawl after Mae as she scoots backward to the pillows. She parts her legs as I move between them. Reaching under her shirt, I hook my fingers in the waistband of her leggings
Inch by inch, I peel them down her legs and toss them aside. Staring down at the long lengths of bare skin makes me hungry for the sweetness I know lies between them.
Pressing my hands to each of her thighs, I skim my palms under her oversized shirt that hangs almost to mid-thigh, and come to the realization she’s not wearing underwear.
Goddamn.
My fingers curl around her hips, clutching her curves as I look down and meet her unflinching blue gaze. “You naughty little thing, going commando. Is that for me?”
“Yes, sir.”
Blood surges to my cock. Gripping the hem of her shirt, I raise it. Mae first lifts her hips and then her back to help me. Once the garment is over her head, she’s naked from head to toe.
“Surprise,” she says, wearing a mischievous smile.
Moving backward, I say, “I shouldn’t be surprised you weren’t wearing a bra, but you got me.” When I reach the end of the mattress, I grip her ankles and give a sudden yank. Rustling the sheets, she slides down the bed to me. I slip to the floor on my knees and spread her thighs wider.
“I’ve been thinking about this pussy since you left the other night. Thinking about how pink and pretty it is. How sweet it tastes. How soft your lips felt against my tongue. Thinking about feeling it again.” I drag my tongue from her entrance straight up to circle her clit.
“James.” She wiggles her hips. “More.”
I hook two fingers inside her, rubbing them against the sweet spot while my tongue feathers over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Mae’s hips rock, and her thighs tighten around my head while I continue rubbing that little spot on her inner wall that’s going to make her go off like fireworks.
My lips close around her clit, drawing it into my mouth. I alternate between suction and repeated flicking with my tongue.
“Yes.” Her thighs squeeze my cheeks as her inner walls start to quiver around my fingers.
I stay on task, with her hips bucking and her legs shaking, until her release soaks my hand. Sliding my fingers from her, I gently lick all traces of her release away before raising my head. I swipe my forearm over my mouth.
“You taste so fucking good. I could do this all night.”
“Did you make me squirt?” she asks in a breathless whisper.
I glance at the significant wet spot on my comforter. “Yes, I did.”
She sits up. “But how?”
I laugh. “I can explain it, or I can show you.”
Shifting positions, she kneels beside me. “That can wait. I’d rather make you squirt.”
Before I can laugh at her reply, her hands are undoing my belt buckle and pants.
My amusement disappears in a flash as the pressing need to feel her hands on me takes over. Chewing on her tempting bottom lip, Mae painstakingly unbuttons my shirt while my impatience makes me want to tear it open.
Her hands slide under the material on each side, quickly pushing it up over my shoulders and down my arms. She presses on my chest, urging me to lie down. I fall back and lean on my elbows. There’s no way I’m taking my eyes off her for even a second.
Her fingertips trail from my chest to my stomach and back to my chest again. When they make the descent the second time, goose bumps break out on my skin. When she clutches each side of my pants and boxer briefs, I raise my hips to help. She drops the clothing to the floor before she tugs my socks from my feet. Then her eyes trace over every inch of my body until my desire to feel her hands on me has me ready to beg.
And that’s not me.
I like to be in control, but Mae disarms me in a way no one ever has.
Kneeling between my legs, she places a palm on each quadricep and digs her fingertips in, massaging. “So strong. Your muscles are so solid under your skin.” She continues working her way up my legs. She draws a line over my hip bones, then leans over, pressing a soft kiss on the skin beneath one.
When she’s finished, she moves over to the other side. I suck in a quick breath as her hair drags over my dick. “This right here is sexy,” she says, caressing the V-shape of my lower stomach. “They call this the Adonis Belt. I’m impressed you have one.”
“You mean at my advanced age?” I ask.
She laughs, trailing her fingers lower. “No. I meant at any age. I’ve never seen one this up close and personal. But now that I have…” She trails off. Leaning forward, her naked tits cradle my cock as she licks each side of the Adonis Belt.
Jesus. So close and yet so far.
That’s it. She’s trying to kill me. Death by anticipation.
Every time I think she’s going to finally put her hands or mouth on me, she doesn’t.
She might be a little mean-spirited.
She straightens up and notices me watching.
“Touch me, Mae.”
Desire kindling in her blue eyes, her gaze lowers and centers on the burgeoning appendage between my legs. Bracing herself with one hand on my hip, she wraps the other around me, squeezing me tightly in her fist. A moan escapes my lips. Having her touching me feels better than I imagined.
She slowly strokes me from base to tip and down again. Her eyes dart to mine as if she’s looking for my approval.
So, I praise her efforts. “Good girl.”
Her lips curve as her focus returns to my cock. Her grip tightens, and her strokes become more confident. My head tips back as I give myself up to the pleasure. Her hands feel fucking amazing.
Wet heat engulfs the tip of my cock, and my head snaps up so I can watch Mae’s swirling tongue. Her lips wrap around me and then she slides downward at an excruciatingly slow pace.
I suck in a ragged breath and then exhale with a guttural groan. She bobs, each time taking me deeper until I’m hitting the back of her throat. She swallows, contracting her muscles around me, and I’m ready to burst.
“Fuck, your mouth is amazing.” I grip her head, burying my fingers in her hair.
She hums her approval, and I feel the vibrations on my cock. She cups my balls with her hand and moves up and down my length at a faster pace. If I let this continue much longer, I’m going to shoot my orgasm right down her throat.
“You’re gonna make me come,” I warn.
Her eyes lock on mine. “Yes, please,” she says, with my dick still in her mouth.
Fuck me.
Without looking away, she goes right back to aggressively bobbing up and down again and again. After that, my control completely slips away. This is the best head I’ve ever had in my life, and I can’t hold back another second.
My orgasm slams into me hard and fast, rocking me like an earthquake.