Chapter 1 #2
The vision before him would be seared into his brain for the rest of his days.
Directly across the room from him, laid back on his bed with her thighs spread wide, knees pointed at the ceiling and feet firmly planted on the mattress, was Lucy as he’d never seen her before.
She wasn’t wearing a single stitch of clothing.
The roundness of her breasts, the pert dusky dark pink of her upright nipples, the creaminess of her thighs, his mind catalogued all of it in the time it took to draw a shocked breath.
Both hands were busily moving between her thighs.
The one shoving a plastic dildo in and out of her glistening cunt, the pouting pink lips shaved completely bare, just a small thatch of hair on her mound, was almost obscured by her other hand as it played with her swollen clit.
In the time it took for her to realize that she was no longer alone in the room, the smell of her arousal had hit Rick’s nose and joined the visual in going straight to the primitive side of his brain. He was halfway across the room, cock throbbing with need, before he even realized he was moving.
It was her shriek that stopped him, and he jerked his eyes up away from her delectable pussy and to her face as she sat up, her hands flying to her breasts, shielding herself from his view. They stared at each other for a long moment as they both tried to compose themselves.
“You’re home early!” Lucy squeaked, her pretty face going from bright pink to a darker red. “You didn’t text.” It was almost accusatory the way she said it.
“My phone died,” he explained, his hand going to his pocket and patting it.
Lucy followed the gesture with her eyes and then slid several inches to the right to land on the obvious bulge of his cock. She turned even redder, but it was like she couldn’t look away.
He knew the feeling.
Scrunching her knees closer to her chest, her ankles crossed in front of her privates so that he couldn’t even see the dildo that was still lodged inside of her, and her knees obscuring her breasts, she covered her face with her hands as if the full impact of the moment was finally catching up with her. “Oh my god… oh my god…”
“Lucy… Lucy, it’s okay.” He found himself moving again before stopping to stand awkwardly next to the bed. How to comfort a mortified naked girl with a fake cock stuck inside of her while his own erection showed no sign of subsiding?
Plus it was really hard to concentrate while his brain was busily focused on storing images of Lucy’s soft skin, the way the curve of her breasts pressed against her knee, the fact that her ass and maybe even her wet pussy were pressed against his sheets.
He had to stifle the urge to just grab her and replace the dildo with his own cock.
On the other hand… she had been calling his name. While masturbating on his bed.
His brain yelled at him that he was a dirty old man, even if it was really only by comparison to her, while another part of him said that ten years wasn’t really that big an age difference.
He reached out, letting his hand hover over her shoulder, wanting to touch her but unsure of her reaction if he did.
“Lucy, really it’s okay, I don’t mind,” he said. What an understatement. Tonight would be burned into his brain forever, and he’d jerk off to each and every second of it. Multiple times.
Big brown eyes turned up his way, shiny with unshed tears. Her voice was shaky. “You don’t? I mean… you aren’t disgusted with me?”
Oh god, please don’t cry, he thought. Anything but that.
“Disgusted with what? Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a gorgeous naked woman in my bed screaming out my name?
” He chuckled a little and sat on the bed next to her, close to her but not quite touching her.
Lucy just stared at him as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but she didn’t scream or jump up and run away so he took that as a good sign.
“It’s definitely not something that I have any objections to.
Especially since I take it Jordan’s fast asleep. ”
Although Lucy’s blush had never really gone away, it had subsided a bit and now it came back. “He is. And I kept the door cracked so I could hear him yelling if he woke up, although he never has before.”
“Never…” Another rush of blood – how was it possible he had any left? – went straight to his groin as he realized that this was not the first time Lucy had masturbated in his room. In his bed. God, he just wanted to jump on her and smother her with his body and…
“I’m so, so sorry Rick… I’ll understand if you never want me to babysit again.”
He blinked, bringing himself back to reality and seeing how miserable she looked.
“Lucy… I’m not upset. You’d be even farther away from Jordan if you were downstairs watching TV.
You’re a great sitter and he loves you… and…
and…” As he’d been speaking Lucy had relaxed a little bit and her knees had moved just far away from her breasts that he could see her pink nipples again; still hard and oh so tempting.
God, he wanted to get his mouth around them and suck and—
She cut off the view and he jerked his eyes back up to her face, his cheeks flushing hotly. Now he’d been caught too.
The look on her face was the most incredible mix of emotions – desire, hope, embarrassment, anxiousness, fear…
“Lucy…” He licked his suddenly dry lips. “Lucy, you were calling out my name, right?”
She closed her eyes, as if she couldn’t bear to look at him while she answered. “Yes.”
“Oh, thank god.”
Her eyes fluttered open again, startled, as he leaned forward and cut off whatever she was going to say with a kiss.
All the reasons he’d kept himself from thinking about her in that way had gone flying out the window.
Soft lips parted on a gasp and he took advantage of the reaction to sweep his tongue into her mouth.
There was a momentary hesitation and then she gave in to the kiss, her hands coming up to grip his collar and he leaned forward.
His body weight pressed her backward as he plundered her mouth ruthlessly.
Lucy whimpered as her head hit the mattress, her body writhing next to him.
Blindly he reached out and groaned as he touched the soft skin of her stomach, his hand immediately traveling upward to cup her breast. They both moaned as he made contact with the soft mound of flesh, his thumb sweeping upward to caress her nipple.
She shuddered and gasped as he broke off the kiss, shifting his weight so that he was kneeling between her legs, leaning over her so that he could get both of his hands on her gorgeous breasts.
As he squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh, her thighs closed and rubbed against the outsides of his legs, her back arching upward to thrust her breasts further into his hands.
For a moment her fingers dug into his shoulders and then moved upward and into his hair.
Rick was watching himself play with her boobs, fascinated by the way the soft flesh spilled out between his fingers.
With her hands in his hair, Lucy brought his mouth down to her chest, and he went very willingly, sucking one nipple hard into his mouth and eliciting a small cry from her.
“Rick…” she moaned. “Oh god, that feels so good… Oh, suck my nipple hard…”
His own groan muffled by her flesh, he felt his cock throb.
Had a woman ever dirty talked to him? It was hot…
not as if his dick needed any more encouragement with Lucy all soft and sweet and yet somehow demanding, naked beneath him.
Mewling, she writhed and her legs wrapped around the backs of his thighs, trying to pull his lower body down for her to rub against.
“The other one… Please, Rick, suck the other one…”
Not a problem. His mouth latched onto her untended nipple, leaving the first one slick and shiny with his saliva.
As he suckled, his right hand slid down her body and over that trimmed mound of hair to find the soaked base of the dildo that was still halfway inside of her, partially displaced by her spasming inner muscles.
Lucy writhed and cried out as he pushed it back in and then began fucking her with the dildo while he sucked and bit at her nipple.
The squishing sound of her wet pussy giving way under the thrust of the dildo nearly unmanned Rick.
It had been far too long since he’d had a woman underneath him, much less a passionate and vocal creature like Lucy.
She continued to moan and grind against him as he fucked her with the dildo, her nails raking through his hair and then down his neck to his front where she started pulling at his shirt.
Reluctantly he released the dildo so that she could pull the shirt over his head.
Lucy pushed on his chest and he rolled onto his back as she grinned down at him, all traces of embarrassment or shyness completely eradicated.
Her gaze skated over his muscled chest and stomach, followed by two fingers that stroked from the center of his collarbone down to the straining button on his jeans.
“You’re so hot,” she whispered. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about you.”
Rick groaned as she leaned down, her heavy breasts swaying, and sucked one of his flat nipples in her mouth, returning the favor.
Her tongue traced around it and then she gently bit down on the tiny nub, his cock throbbing in response.
One delicate hand rested on top of his bulge and his hips thrust upward in response.
The speed at which she got the front of his jeans was impressive.
When she got her hands into his pants and wrapped her slim fingers around his cock, he thought he might actually levitate off the bed, it felt so good.
“Good grief,” she muttered, staring down at where her hand had disappeared into his pants. “You’re huge!”