29. Samantha
Chapter twenty-nine
Samantha
After Stan and his parents left, I made my way to the bathroom. Then I closed the office for the day and returned to my guesthouse. My mind keeps drifting to what Stan and I just did. A part of me knows it was a bad idea, but then there’s the other part of me. It’s something I’ve been thinking about since I came here. And now that he had his way with me, it’s all I can think about.
My cheeks flush as I hop in the shower, washing away the evidence of what we just did.
Is Stan feeling the same things as me? I’d really like to think he’s having trouble keeping his mind off what happened.
I know it’ll happen again. But I want it to happen again. To feel his hands on my body, his cock inside me, hitting that spot again and again.
Hours later, the sound of the doorbell makes me wonder if Lucas has come to check on me. Before I reach the door, I let out a squeak when I see a mouse run across the floor.
With shaky legs, I walk over to the door, my mind still on the mouse.
To my surprise, it’s Stan. And maybe because he fucked me earlier today, he looks bigger and intimidating, yet soft and inviting .
“Hey,” he says softly. His eyes undress me, and I'm tempted to turn around for him. However, something tells me if I do that, he'll fuck me right in the doorway.
“What brings you here?” I ask.
“My family is grilling some fish. Wanted you to come,” he explains.
“Right now? I kind of have a guest inside.”
Stan frowns. “Who?”
I bite my lips and put on an abashed expression. “Louis.”
The rage on his face is priceless. “Is that so?”
“Yeah. Come inside,” I say as I make my way into the main room, ignoring his eyes on my ass.
He enters the room, and I point to the rat on the floor. It has taken a slice of bread from the garbage and is gnawing on it. “Louis the rat. Say hi.”
Stan sighs and relaxes. “Hey, Louis.”
The rat stops eating and squeaks in our direction before resuming his meal.
“You’re staying at my place tonight,” Stan says. It’s not a request—it’s an order.
“Because of Louis?”
“Yes.”
“He’s a friend.”
“He gets to stay with you and I don’t? Not on my watch. Get dressed, join us at the grill, then sleep at my house,” he says, turning away without me saying anything.
He stops in his tracks and turns back to give my ass a firm squeeze and a spanking. With a satisfied nod, he returns outside.
Of course I joined his family at the grill. We stayed until Gracie and Ruthie started dozing off and Ben told us goodnight, romantically carrying his wife in his arms to their car .
Stan picked up Ruth in the same manner and retreated into the house to tuck her into bed. He comes back to join me, and it feels nostalgic. Like we’ve done something like this before.
“I’ve never seen Ruth smile so much,” I remark as he returns to his seat next to me outside.
“Me neither,” he says with a warm smile. Then it disappears. “Catherine’s getting better, so that means Ruth’s going back with her soon.”
“I’m sure she’d still let Ruth visit from time to time,” I assure him. “I admit I’ll miss being Mrs. Holt for a while, but she’s always going to be part of our lives.”
“Yeah?” He gives me a cheeky grin. “ Our lives, Mrs. Holt?”
“Shut up.” I slap the side of his head, and he bursts into laughter.
But truth be told, I really want this to continue. I’m tired of hiding.
“We need to tell Lucas.”
We say it at the same time, and we burst into laughter again.
“That seals it, then. I'll tell him,” he says as he gets to his feet. “Let’s go in. It’s cold.”
“Ruth is inside. You know I’m not good at controlling my voice.”
“We’ll sleep in different rooms,” he says innocently. “Nothing will happen.”
He's lying.
“Alright.” I shrug and get to my feet.
****
It turns out Stan wasn’t lying about the sleeping in different rooms thing. This is the smart thing to do.
But as I toss and turn in the room I was offered, I start to curse his cowardice. I want him in my bed. It’s been two hours since he said good night.
Surrendering, I get out of my bed and make my way to the door. If he can’t go to the mountain, the mountain will go to him.
I open the door, and he’s standing there. Without giving me a moment to think, he kisses me, leading me back into the room and closing the door behind him. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around him, kissing him back.
Oh, God. I want this so bad.
“Where were you going?” he asks as lays me back in bed, his body over mine.
“Back to the guesthouse,” I answer. “To check on Louis.”
“Is that so?” he asks with a sinful smile as his fingers trace my throat. “Checking on the rat instead of the man right here with you? I’m jealous and hurt, Samantha.”
“That’s fine,” I say. “Why were you at my door?”
“I planned to sneak into your room and wake you up so I could make out with you,” he answers like it’s a normal thing to say.
“That’s creepy.”
“I could leave.”
“Don't. You're here. I’m awake. So touch me.”
“That’s better,” he says as he lays by my side. “Take off your panties and sit on my face. Please and thank you.”
I don’t know what to do with this man.
I obey, taking off my underwear and slowly straddling his face. “I swear to God, if you die down there….”
“An honorable way to die,” he cuts me off, and darts me with his tongue.
I gasp and fall forward, holding the headboard. My head falls back when his teeth graze my clit. He palms my ass and holds me close like he’s eating his favorite fruit. His eagerness does nothing but drive me even more wild.
“Hmmm,” I hum, trying to cover for the string of expletives currently sitting on the tip of my tongue. My thighs shake with the strain of holding myself over him, and his fingers dig in hard.
He pulls away, only to grumble at me in that deep tone. “Can’t you be a little quieter?”
“I told you I can’t control my voice, you jerk,” I hiss.
He sucks my clit, and my body bows into him, shutting me up.
His hand slides up from my ass, over my hip, stomach, and up to my breast, where he gently caresses me. Holds me. Touches me .
He gives my nipple a good, firm twist that has me gasping and grinding against his mouth. All the response I get is a deep, satisfied growl against my core as he continues to lick, suck, and tease.
I ride him shamelessly. If he chokes and dies, then he dies.
He goes on, touching me even more, devouring me until the pressure builds so quickly, so intensely, I can’t hold back. I shatter into a million little pieces. My skin is hot, and my eyelids are heavy. And as much as I try to stay quiet, I can’t.
His hand shoots up over my mouth. I slump into it, using his arm to prop me up while I cling to the headboard.
He doesn’t waste any time getting behind me and on his knees. “Hold the board and don't move.”
Nodding weakly, I hold the headboard tight.
Then I feel him. His length pressing against my ass. Then two of his fingers in my pussy to make sure I was ready for him.
“Mmm, Stan. Come on!” I demand impatiently.
“You’re being loud,” he chides.
“I’ll get louder if you don’t give it to me right now—ahh!” His hand against my ass shuts me up.
“Impatient little brat,” he mutters with a tsk .
I turn to look at him, and he’s frowning at me, his eyes dark with desire. I shamelessly move my hips against his fingers. “Stan. Please.”
He sighs dramatically and slides into me.
“Fuck!” I yelp.
He bites into my neck and whispers, “That is the opposite of what you said you’d do. Keep it down or I’ll pull out, okay?”
I nod.
Then he starts to move.
What starts off slow and deliberate comes apart at the seams. Hands that were searching are now gripping. Breathing that was even is now choppy.
Everything is hot and damp as we writhe together in silence .
We don’t need words. They wouldn’t do justice to something that feels like this, anyway.
“You’re gonna come on my cock now, aren’t you, Sam?” he growls roughly, breathlessly, against my ear.
My body shudders in response.
“I can tell. Your eyes give it away, even in the dark. Then every muscle on you goes all tight. You ride me so damn hard. So eager. So warm. So fucking tight.”
I’m so full of him. His words. His body. It’s too much, and right when I’m about to go barreling over that edge again, he pulls the key from my mouth and kisses me soundly, swallowing the sound of me screaming his name as I come.
With a fistful of my hair, he pumps into me hard. Spilling himself, filling me up thoroughly right as my orgasm rocks me, flays me. Leaving me slumped in his arms, desperately trying to catch my breath.
For a moment, we lay with each other and catch our breath. He helps me to my feet and leads me to the bathroom. I don’t say a word, just watch him bathe and clean me like I don’t have hands to do it myself.
I love this part of him. Of course he’s devoted to aftercare. At least with me.
When he’s done, he leads me back to bed and spoons me. Before I know it, I drift off to sleep.