Chapter 5
Elena’s voice carried faintly from the upstairs hallway as she measured for new curtain rods, the occasional scrape of a tape measure against wood marking her progress.
Maya was on her knees in the front parlor, carefully working a putty knife along the edge of an old baseboard.
Dust streaked the side of one thigh where she’d wiped her hand.
The oversized sweater had ridden up just enough to show the soft crease at the top of her sleep shorts every time she leaned forward.
I set down the sandpaper I’d been using on the banister and crossed the room without giving myself time to think better of it.
She glanced up when my shadow fell across her.
Whatever she saw in my face made her lips part, but she didn’t speak.
I dropped to my knees behind her, hands already sliding up the backs of her thighs.
One firm tug pulled the shorts and the thin underwear beneath them down to her knees.
The cool air of the parlor touched the bare skin of her ass and the still-slick folds between her legs.
A small, startled breath left her.
I didn’t give her time to find words.
I spread her open with both thumbs and dragged the flat of my tongue through her cunt in one long, deliberate stroke.
She was already wet—still carrying the evidence of what I’d left inside her earlier.
The taste of it hit me hard. I groaned against her and did it again, slower, collecting every trace, tongue pushing deeper on the third pass.
Maya’s putty knife clattered to the floor. One of her hands flew back and tangled in my hair, not quite pulling me closer, not quite pushing me away.
“Cole!” she whispered, voice shaking.
I sealed my mouth over her and sucked. Hard.
Her hips jerked. A broken little sound slipped out of her before she bit it back.
I licked and sucked without mercy, tongue working over her clit in tight, relentless circles, then sliding down to push inside her, fucking her with it while my hands held her open.
The wet sounds of it filled the quiet parlor, obscene, unmistakable if anyone had been close enough to hear.
“Stay quiet,” I muttered against her, the words vibrating over her sensitive flesh. “She’s right upstairs. You make a sound and she’ll know exactly what I’m doing to this greedy little cunt.”
Maya’s fingers tightened in my hair. Her thighs trembled.
I felt her trying to stay still and failing.
Every time my tongue returned to her clit she rocked back against my face in tiny, helpless movements, chasing the pressure.
I gave her more, sucking harder, sliding two fingers into her alongside my tongue, curling them until I found the spot that made her whole body jolt.
“That’s it,” I said, voice low and rough between long, filthy licks. “Ride my tongue. Show me how badly you’ve been wanting this. All those years dreaming about my mouth on you. Now you’ve got it. Take it.”
A soft, desperate whimper escaped her. She pressed her forehead to the dusty floorboard, ass pushed higher, thighs spreading as much as the shorts around her knees would allow.
I ate her like I was starving for it, messy and thorough, the taste of her and the earlier mess of my own come mixing on my tongue.
Her breathing turned into short, stuttered pants she was clearly fighting to keep silent.
I felt the exact moment she started to tip over.
The flutter around my fingers, the way her hips lost their rhythm.
I locked my mouth over her clit and sucked hard while my fingers worked her through it.
Maya came with a nearly silent, full-body shudder, cunt pulsing around my fingers, a fresh rush of wetness coating my tongue and chin.
I kept licking her through every wave, drawing it out until her legs were shaking and she was making tiny, oversensitive sounds into the floor.
Only then did I ease back.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, pulled her underwear and shorts back into place with deliberate care, and stayed on my knees for one more second with my forehead resting against the small of her back. Upstairs, Elena’s tape measure scraped against wood again.
Maya stayed exactly where she was, breathing hard, one hand still braced on the floor.
Neither of us moved to stand right away.
I sat at the kitchen table with a stack of old property papers and a yellow legal pad, trying to make sense of the inheritance notes Aunt Margaret had left behind.
The numbers blurred every few lines. My focus kept sliding.
Elena was upstairs again, this time measuring the second-floor windows and talking to herself about paint samples.
The occasional creak of floorboards overhead was the only reminder she was still in the house.
I didn’t hear Maya come into the kitchen.
One moment I was staring at a faded line about property taxes.
The next, warm hands were already at my waistband.
I looked down just as she settled onto her knees under the table, eyes dark, lips already parted.
She tugged my sweatpants and boxers down in one smooth motion.
My cock sprang free, already half-hard from the simple fact of her being that close.
She didn’t tease. She leaned in and took me into her mouth in one warm, wet slide, going as deep as she could on the first pass.
A sharp breath left me.
My hand shot under the table and tangled in her hair, not pulling her off—holding her there.
She made a soft, pleased sound around my cock and started moving, cheeks hollowing, tongue working along the underside in slow, deliberate strokes.
The wet heat of her mouth was immediate and overwhelming. I felt every inch of it.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, eyes flicking toward the doorway. “Look at you. Crawling under the table like you’ve been waiting all day for this cock.”
She hummed in answer and took me deeper. The head bumped the back of her throat. She didn’t pull away. Spit started to gather at the corners of her mouth and drip down my shaft. I kept my voice low and rough, the words meant only for her.
“That’s it. Take it. Show me how long you’ve been wanting to choke on this. All those years dreaming about it. Now you’ve got it stretching your throat.”
I shifted my hips and started fucking her mouth in short, controlled thrusts, using the hand in her hair to guide the pace.
She let me. Her hands braced on my thighs, nails biting lightly into the muscle every time I pushed a little deeper.
The soft, wet sounds of it filled the space under the table—obscene, rhythmic, dangerous.
Upstairs, Elena’s footsteps moved from one room to another.
“Quiet,” I warned, even though she wasn’t the one making noise. “You make a mess and she’ll hear. Keep that pretty mouth full and take what I give you.”
Maya’s eyes lifted to mine from under the table, watery already, lips stretched wide around the base of my cock.
The sight punched the air out of my lungs.
I thrust a little harder, watching the way her throat bulged for a second each time I bottomed out.
Spit ran down her chin and onto her sweater.
She didn’t stop. She only opened wider and let me use her.
“Fucking perfect,” I growled softly. “Look how well you take it. This mouth was made to get fucked like this. Going to come down your throat and make you swallow every drop so you can walk around the rest of the day tasting me.”
Her fingers dug harder into my thighs. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder on every upstroke, tongue swirling under the head like she was trying to pull the orgasm out of me.
The tension at the base of my spine tightened fast. I fucked her mouth with shorter, deeper strokes, holding her in place when I needed her to take it, letting her breathe only when I pulled back just enough.
“Almost there,” I muttered. “Don’t you dare pull off. Swallow it. All of it.”
The climax hit hard. I buried myself as deep as her throat would allow and came in thick, pulsing spurts, feeling her swallow around me in greedy, rhythmic pulls.
She took everything I gave her without pulling away, eyes still locked on mine, throat working until I finally softened enough to ease back.
A thin string of spit and come connected her lower lip to the head of my cock for a second before it broke. Maya stayed on her knees, breathing hard, mouth shiny and swollen, a small smear of white at the corner of her lips that she slowly licked away.
I reached under the table, hooked my hands under her arms, and pulled her up.
Maya came willingly, climbing into my lap in a tangle of limbs and the soft scrape of her knees against the chair.
The second she was astride me I tugged the oversized sweater down off one shoulder, then the other, until the fabric pooled around her waist. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Her tits spilled free. Full, soft, nipples already tight from the cool air and everything that had just happened.
I cupped both of them at once, thumbs dragging over the peaks in slow, deliberate circles.
A quiet, shaky breath left her.
“Look at you,” I murmured, keeping my voice low. “Mouth still shiny from sucking my cock and already pushing these pretty tits into my hands like you need more.”
I leaned in and closed my mouth over one nipple, sucking hard enough that her back arched.
My tongue flicked the sensitive tip while my fingers worked the other, rolling and pinching just shy of pain.
Maya’s hands landed on my shoulders for balance.
Her hips shifted restlessly against the growing hardness under her.
I pulled off her breast with a wet sound and spoke against the damp skin.
“Such a naughty little thing. Crawling under the table to choke on your stepfather’s cock while your mother is right upstairs. You couldn’t even wait until night, could you?”