A sigh escapes me when he draws back and begins to rub it up and down my slit.
“That’s it, baby, get me all nice and wet,” he groans, increasing the pressure on my clit as his shaft continues to rub against me, my hips rolling to meet him.
“Please,” I whimper. “I need you inside of me.”
He reaches backward, fishing a condom out of his back pocket and deftly rolls it over his dick.
With a single thrust, Bull drives into me; his eyes widening with surprise when he realizes the truth I couldn’t give voice to.
“You okay?” he asks, pausing to drop a kiss onto my lips.
I nod, reaching down to grab his hips and trying to pull him deeper, embarrassment and desire are swirling inside of me but my need for him outweighs everything.
One of his large hands grip my right thigh, trying to force it wider, but we’re both still half tangled in our jeans, so he uses his fingers to stretch my pussy and pushes further into me.
“Christ, woman,” he grunts out a few thrusts later, tracing my face with his finger again. “I’m trying to be gentle, but this pussy of yours isn’t making it easy.”
“Harder, Bull,” I demand, shaking my head side to side.
I’m so close that the light touch of his fingernail brushing along my clit sets me off.
“More. Harder.” I don’t even know what I’m saying when my words change from anything distinguishable to heavy moaning. It’s when I feel Bull’s hand fist in my hair and his lips pressed against mine, that I realize he’s coming with me.
Moments later, he’s rolled over, tugging me on top of him and it slowly occurs to me that my ass is sticking out and that I need to get cleaned up. When I try to pull back from him, he tightens his arm that’s around me.
“Stay.”
I wait, wondering if he’ll say anything else until I chance a glance up at him, looking to see if he had fallen asleep. Instead, his lips are spread apart in a surprisingly big smile.
“You gotta start telling me things, Go-Go,” he says and I blush, knowing that I should have warned him that it was my first time.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I tell him instead, and even though he makes a clicking noise with his mouth, his smile doesn’t fade.
“That door. Toss a towel out for me.”
When he releases me, I put my shirt back on and clumsily pull my pants up, just far enough so I can walk, but not so high that I get them dirty. Running a corner of a small towel under the faucet, I roll it up and toss it to where he’s still lying on the bed.
Once I’m cleaned up and washing my hands, I chance a glance in the mirror.Well, this’ll be a story worth telling when I’m in a nursing home.
I smile, thinking of the old game Dad and I would play after Mom left us. Back then, I was almost terrified of being less than perfect.
I’m sure some part of myself undoubtedly thought Dad would abandon me also. It took him some time and patience, but one of our themes was Stories to Tell When We’re Seniors. I’m sure he did several other things, it’s just that game of exchanging silly or crazy stories became a way for us to talk and me to know, that he didn’t care if I messed up.
The fact that it’s later than I told Granddad to expect me crosses my mind and I reach for my phone, frowning when I see that he never read my text message nor left me a voicemail.
Bull knocks on the door before cracking it open. “You alright?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I just realized my granddad never got back to me and that’s not like him. Would you mind running me home?”
Bull scratches the side of his face as he studies me, his eyes suddenly wary. Without another word, he tosses the towel onto the sink and turns on his heel. I slowly follow him, waiting silently as he puts his boots on.
Exhaling, I glance down at my phone again, wondering if I should risk waking Granddad up by calling the house. The roads still aren’t great, but at least today’s sun and slightly warmer temps helped clear them a bit.
Bull holds the door open for me, locking it behind us as I head downstairs, that’s when I decide to call the house.
When Granddad doesn’t pick up, I double time it to the SUV, really starting to get worried.
“You weren’t just looking for an excuse to leave, were you?” Bull asks me after starting up the vehicle and immediately hitting the seat warmers.
