I had no reply. It was too incredible for me to digest that his fantasies and mine were exactly the same. So, I did what a love-starved man who had been too long denied would do. I wet my lips as he lowered his mouth to mine. First, a brush of warm, soft lips to tease. A weak moan escaped me as I moved into the kiss and into him, pressing my chest to his bared one. He eased me closer still with a large hand to the middle of my back. My hands roamed up his sides, the warmth of his flesh under my palms short-circuiting my brain. All I could think about was more. More of his weight leaning into me, more of his hand on my back, more of his mouth claiming mine. More. More. More.
“More,” I gasped over his lips. He grunted, got closer still, and pressed me back into the edge of the counter as his hand slid down to cup a buttock. The hard, hot length of him began to rockinto my belly, his shaft rubbing against mine, stiff cock rutting into stiff cock. “That’s…yes.”
“Open wider,” he panted and slid his tongue into my mouth at the same time his hand left my ass to hoist my right leg up to his hip. His dick dug into me as his tongue rolled over mine. He thrust hard. My back arched. I grabbed the back of his neck, the fine hairs on his nape tickling my fingertips, and met him with a madness that shocked me. I’d never been this wild with a man, not even my ex, and I had been married to him. Ollie pumped steadily, his prick gliding over mine as he sucked on my tongue. I bit down on his lower lip, tugged, and released it when my balls tightened up.
“I’m close…” I panted against his lips.
“Let go,” he replied, licking into my mouth, his fingers biting into the thigh he held so high and so tightly. My head rolled back, my hat fell into the sink, and I came so hard my consciousness left my body. Hips stuttering, eyes closed, his lips sealed over mine. I shot over and over into my shorts, my dick pulsing steadily for so long it winded me. Gasping and spent, I felt him shudder, his wide shoulders tensing, traps tightening under my greedy hands.
“Dodge,” he growled, working his hips in a grinding motion against me. He took my earlobe between those pretty teeth of his and tugged. A shudder ran through me as more spunk leaked out to further dampen my briefs. “Fuck that…was intense.”
He brushed a tender kiss over my lips, my chin, and then back to my mouth. I opened for him with a pleased exhalation that he swallowed. He held me close for another moment or two, peppering my cheeks with kisses before he released my leg. Once that foot hit the floor, I wobbled slightly as my fingers roamed up into his hair. The short buzz felt like crushed velvet. I wanted to rub my face over his skull like a cat, purring and arching my ass into the air. Would he mount me like a tom does a queen, takingme from behind, his teeth on the back of my neck? Fuck but my dick was starting to fatten up again.
He stepped back, just a bit, to allow some cool air to flow between us. “I’m not going to say I’m unhappy that happened because I’ve been jerking off nightly to something very similar to what just took place.”
I had to confess. “I might have tugged off a time or two with you on my mind as well.”
“Mm.” He stole a kiss, his dark gaze soft. “That’s nice to hear. I can say that having to change my damn boxers for a second time in an hour isn’t so cool, but I’ll change them ten times a day if you coming apart in my arms is the reason for the cold spunk drying on my pubes.”
That made me chuckle. “It’s not the greatest feeling, is it?”
“Nope, not at all. Why don’t you go clean up? Bathroom is easy to find, just look to the left after you pass my bedroom door. I’ll try to get my brain back online and warm up our food, if it even needs warming.”
“Sure.” Now that the lust was drained from my brain, the uneasiness of having just blown a nut with a man was now setting in. “I’ll go wash up.”
He released me, giving me the freedom to move. I kissed him softly, just once, before making my way to the bathroom. Once I was inside the small but sparkling clean room, I cleared my throat, shook out my hands, and glanced at myself in the oval mirror over the white sink. I looked wrecked. To be honest, I was wholly discombobulated, as Granny would say. I stared at myself, at the high color in my cheeks, and the ruddy color of my lips. Yep, I had been thoroughly debauched, and I couldn’t wait to have him do it again.
After I stripped off my sodden briefs, soaped up my sticky red pubic hair, and tugged my jeans up over my naked ass, I splashed water on my face. It did little to lessen the flush on mycheeks, but the cool water on my brow and eyelids did help cool my jets. One little encounter did not a steady debauching buddy make. Ollie might have just wanted to get off, and now that he had, he would move on to the next man to tickle his fancy. If being married to Chris had taught me anything, it was that trust was earned over time.
I exited the bath to the smell of something rich floating on the cool air. When I re-entered the kitchen, Ollie was plating up what looked to be creamed chipped beef on toast with some fried potatoes on the side. He’d pulled on his white tee, but his trousers were unbuttoned, which I took to mean that he’d stripped off his dirty shorts somewhere, perhaps in another bathroom.
“Hey,” he called softly as I stepped up to the table. “You good to eat with me or do you want to bolt?”
A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth. “I was wondering ifyoustill wanted to eat withmeor would rather I roll on out of here.”
“Hell no. I would love to eat with you. Sit.”
“Got a bag I can borrow for these?” I held up my dirty briefs, which were balled into a tight knot of soft blue cotton.
“Yep. Sit. I’ll get you a sack.” I sat as he turned to a narrow closet door, opened it, and pulled a plastic grocery bag from a cute little homemade bag holder. “There you go.” I dropped them into the bag, tied it, and rose to wash my hands yet again.
When I returned to the table, Ollie was seated, with two glasses of ice water on the table for us. I sat. He moved the sunflowers out of the way so we could see each other clearly.
“I’d like to take you out on a date. At night. Alone.” He slid his arm past his plate of steaming chipped beef over toast to rest his hand on the table, palm up, a clear invitation.
I placed my hand over his, enjoying the differences in size and skin tones. “I’d like that too.”
“Excellent.” He flashed those pearlies at me again. “Tomorrow night. We’ll hit the casino. Have dinner, maybe do a little gambling, and enjoy a show. If we’re having a really good time, we can rent a room for the night.”
Shit, that sounded amazing but an overnighter? I wasn’t quite sure about that yet. What would Dahn think? Not that I could let a ten-year-old dictate my life, but I did want to try to instill some morals into the lad. Not that sleeping with a lover when you were a grown-ass adult meant you were a tramp. I just always tried to be the parent who stuck to the rules. Not that there were rules about how many times you had to date someone before you—
“Did I push too hard too fast?” His question blasted through the gibberish in my head. “If so, we can skip the room.”
“No, it was just…” I gave his fingers a squeeze. “I tend to run a little anxious and am always worried about what other people think. Used to drive Chris insane.”
“Nothing wrong with having principles, especially when you’re trying to set a good example for a child,” he softly replied.
“True, but I don’t want Dahn to think that being sexually active is a bad thing for an adult as long as they take precautions. I’m on injections and was tested several times after ending things with Chris since he was catting around with future hubby number four behind my back. Just so it’s out there. Also, I’ve not been with anyone since my divorce, so…”
