Chapter 5 #2
She made a small, wordless sound. I answered it by gripping her waist, lifting her just high enough that her knees left the chair, and bringing my open hand down hard on the bare curve of her ass.
The sharp crack of the spank was soft but clear in the quiet kitchen. Maya jerked in my hold, a startled gasp leaving her throat. I did it again on the other side, watching the skin flush pink under my palm.
“That’s for being so fucking needy,” I told her, voice rough. “For walking around this house all day dripping and desperate. For getting on your knees the second you had the chance.”
Another spank, firmer. Then another. Her ass warmed under my hand.
Each impact made her rock forward, the soft heat of her cunt brushing the head of my cock through the open fly of my sweatpants.
I kept one arm locked around her waist so she couldn’t drop fully back down, holding her suspended while I reddened her skin.
“You like that,” I said, not a question. “Getting spanked for how badly you want it. My naughty, dripping girl who can’t go a few hours without my cock in one of her holes.”
Maya’s forehead dropped to my shoulder. Her breathing had turned into short, shaky pants against my neck.
I gave her two more sharp spanks, then finally let her sink back down onto my lap.
The second her bare cunt settled against my cock she ground down with a soft, broken noise, chasing friction.
I cupped both tits again, squeezing, thumbs teasing the wet nipples I’d just sucked.
“Stay quiet,” I reminded her, even as I rolled my hips up against her. “Or I’ll have to punish this needy little cunt next.”
She nodded against my shoulder, hips still moving in small, helpless circles, tits pressed fully into my hands like she never wanted me to stop touching them.
I kept one arm locked around her waist and shifted her just enough that the soft, wet heat of her cunt settled fully against the hard muscle of my thigh instead of my cock.
Maya made a small, frustrated sound and tried to rock forward to find me again. I held her in place.
“Not yet,” I said against her ear. “You don’t get this cock just because you want it. You’re going to work for it first.”
I guided her hips until she understood. She started moving.
Slow, experimental rolls at first, dragging her soaked folds along the top of my thigh.
The friction made her breath hitch. I felt every slick pass of her against me, the way her clit caught on the muscle, the way she got wetter with each stroke.
“That’s it,” I murmured, still playing with her tits, pinching one nipple then the other just to watch her jolt. “Ride my thigh like the needy little slut you are. Show me how badly you want to come.”
Maya’s forehead pressed harder into my shoulder. Her hips found a rhythm, grinding down, rolling forward, the wet sound of it soft but unmistakable under the table. I kept my hand on her ass, sometimes steadying her, sometimes giving her another sharp spank when her pace faltered.
“Listen to how wet you are,” I said, voice low and rough. “Dripping all over my leg because you can’t stand going an hour without something to rub on. You’ve been aching for this for so long, haven’t you? Dreaming about climbing into my lap and using me.”
A broken little whimper left her. She moved faster, chasing the pressure, thighs trembling on either side of mine. Her tits bounced lightly with the motion; I leaned down and sucked one nipple back into my mouth, hard enough to make her gasp, while my fingers worked the other.
“Please,” she whispered against my neck, the word shaky and desperate. “Please, Cole! I need-”
“I know what you need.” I released her breast and spoke against the damp skin. “But you’re going to keep riding until I say you can have it. Grind that greedy cunt on me. Make a mess of my thigh. Earn every inch.”
She obeyed. Her movements turned frantic, almost frantic, the wet slide of her against my leg growing louder. I felt her start to shake, the telltale flutter of an orgasm building. The second she got close I tightened my arm and slowed her hips, denying her the finish.
Maya let out a soft, wrecked sound of protest.
Only then did I lift her.
I lined myself up and dropped her onto my cock in one smooth, heavy motion.
She took every inch with a choked cry she barely managed to muffle against my shoulder.
The tight, scorching heat of her closed around me all at once.
I stayed buried deep for a second, just feeling her pulse and flutter, then gripped her hips and started fucking up into her in short, powerful thrusts.
“There,” I growled. “That’s what you wanted. Take it. Ride it like you were made for it.”
Maya didn’t need more instruction. She planted her hands on my shoulders and started moving, rising and dropping, grinding down on every upstroke, the wet slap of her ass against my thighs soft but filthy in the quiet kitchen.
I kept one hand on her breast, thumb circling the tight nipple, and the other on her ass to guide the pace, occasionally landing another sharp spank when she got too loud.
“Fuck, look at you,” I muttered. “Bouncing on your stepfather’s cock while your mother is right upstairs. So fucking desperate for it. Going to fill this cunt up again and make you sit through dinner with me leaking out of you.”
Her rhythm turned erratic. I felt her start to clench hard around me. I reached between us and rubbed tight circles over her clit, matching the pace of her hips.
“Come on it,” I ordered. “Come on your stepfather’s cock like the naughty girl you are.”
Maya shattered with a nearly silent, full-body shudder, cunt locking down in rhythmic pulses that milked me hard.
I kept thrusting up into her through it, chasing my own release, and when it hit I buried myself as deep as I could and came in thick, heavy spurts, flooding her while she was still shaking in my lap.
We stayed locked together for several long seconds, both of us breathing hard, her forehead still pressed to my shoulder, my hands still gripping her like I wasn’t ready to let go.
Maya’s mouth was on mine again, soft, open, still tasting like me, and my hands were under the sweater, palms sliding over the warm skin of her back.
She made a quiet sound into the kiss and shifted closer, thighs tightening around my hips.
The papers on the table might as well have been blank.
All I could feel was the residual heat of her cunt still wrapped around me, the faint sting where I’d spanked her, the way her nipples brushed my chest every time she breathed.
We were completely lost in it.
Then the third stair creaked the way it always did when someone put their full weight on it.
Both of us froze.
Maya’s eyes flew open against mine. I heard the soft scuff of Elena’s socked feet reaching the bottom of the stairs and starting down the short hall toward the kitchen. One more second and she would be in the doorway.
I moved fast.
My hands yanked the sweater back up over her shoulders and tugged it into place, covering her tits just as the fabric settled.
At the same time I shifted her weight, turning her slightly sideways on my lap so that from the doorway it would look like she was simply perched there while we looked at something together.
I dragged the nearest sheet of paper closer, angled it between us, and pointed at a meaningless line of text with one steady finger.
Maya’s breathing was still too fast. I felt the tremor in her thigh where it pressed against mine. Come was still warm inside her; I could feel the slow leak of it against my cock where I hadn’t fully softened yet. I kept my face carefully neutral and forced my voice into something calm.
“See this note here?” I said, just loud enough. “Looks like the property line might actually extend farther than the survey shows-“
Elena stepped into the kitchen.
She stopped for half a second, took in the sight of Maya sitting on my lap at the table, then smiled.
“Aww. You two look cute like that.” She walked past us toward the coffee pot, completely unbothered.
“I think the upstairs hall is going to need more than just paint. There’s a soft spot in the floor near the bathroom that felt spongy when I stepped on it.
We might have to pull up a few boards and see what’s going on underneath. ”
Maya stayed very still on my lap. I kept my finger on the paper and nodded like I was actually listening.
“Yeah,” I said. “We can check it tomorrow.”
Elena poured herself another half-cup and leaned against the counter, already talking about whether we should call a structural guy or try to handle the small stuff ourselves first. From her angle all she could see was the two of us looking at paperwork, Maya’s sweater sitting normally, my hand resting harmlessly on the table.
She had no idea that under the table Maya’s bare cunt was still stretched around me, or that my come was slowly seeping out of her onto my thighs.
Maya’s fingers tightened once, briefly, on my shoulder.
I didn’t look at her.
Elena kept talking about the house.