“Were the three of you identical?”
“Yes! We used to go to each other’s classes, go out with one another’s girlfriends in high school. The three of us were on the soccer team in high school, and we’d change up the positions. We had quite the circus going on.”
As Andrew laughed, I think I noticed for the first time what a captivating smile he had. His eyes sparkled when he spoke about his brothers and their mischief. Andrew was very easy on the eyes as well. He would be a good catch for some girl, but for now, he was my plaything.
When we got home, I changed into a t-shirt and panties and told Andrew to remove his clothes and meet me in the living room. I was in the mood to read and relax, but also to be able to feast my eyes upon his gorgeous body.
I sat down on the couch with my book and playfully pushed on Andrew’s shoulder.
“Start a fire in the fireplace, Andrew,” I instructed.
I watched Andrew bend cautiously to start the fire. His ass was a medley of blues, deep reds, and purples. I had done that to him. Jacob had decorated me many times while releasing his tension and stress from the job. I was there for him and damn proud of it.
Andrew returned to his spot on the floor in front of the couch as soon as he finished at the fireplace. He picked up his grief book and thumbed through it. Occasionally he made a “mmhmm” noise or some other noise that meant he was agreeing with the words he read.
I dismissed it at first, and then it just grew to be annoying. I raised my leg and moved it over his head so the back of my knee rest over his shoulder. I let my foot lay on the inside of his book. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder at me.
“Yes, Mistress?”
“The noises you make while you are reading are distracting. Not to mention the fact that they are annoying.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress Elise.”
“Why don’t you put your little book down and do something else with that mouth?” I suggested.
I lifted my hips off the couch and shimmied my panties down. When they reached my ankle, I flicked them off. Andrew tossed his self-help book down onto the coffee table and rose to his knees and faced me. I opened my book back up to block him from seeing my face.
Though I couldn’t see him, I could feel him reach across my body and brace his hand on the back cushion of the couch. He slid his other hand between my thigh and the couch cushion, then wrapped his fingers around to rest against the inside of my thigh.
Andrew brushed his chin stubble against the delicate skin inside my thigh just above where his fingers rest. Though I was staring at the inside of my book, nothing was registering. I briefly closed my eyes as he pressed his nose against my pubic hair, and his tongue darted out to tease my rapidly swelling clit. I wasn’t in the mood to be played with; I just wanted to come. I grabbed Andrew’s sexy hair and pulled his face against my clit.
“Don’t toy with me or tease me like you would some twenty-something bitch. Make me come and be quick about it.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Andrew murmured before he energetically dove in.
I stared at the inside of my book for a few minutes until the sensations Andrew gave me took over. He began to lick and suck harder when I moved my hips to grind against his face. I was close and pressed his head against me harder.
“Ohhhh! Suck that clit, Andrew! Don’t stop!”
Just as I was coming, Andrew paused for a fraction of a second to catch his breath, or swallow, or do whatever the fuck he was doing. It messed up my orgasm, and it faded almost as quickly as it came on. A few throbs managed to engulf me for a moment or two, but that was it.
“Fuck! Seriously, Andrew?” I yelled and pushed his forehead away, and then sat up. “You couldn’t hold on for a few more seconds?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress Elise. I couldn’t breathe through my nose. I’m congested.”
I slapped his face and glared at him.
“You’re such a pussy, Andrew.”
I got off the couch and pushed him to sit back on his heels. I wrapped my hands around his hard shaft and began to stroke him. His cock head had a pearl bead of precum waiting for me to devour.
“I’m surprised that James didn’t teach you how to eat pussy right. Unless…well, unless you’re just slow to pick it up.”
I pulled my eyes away from his heated stare and enveloped his cock with my lips. I closed my eyes as I hungrily moved my lips up and down his shaft. His skin was stretched tightly over his healthy young cock, and a prominent vein begged for me to lick and trace with my tongue. I buried my nose in his soft dark hair and inhaled his scent.
I remember many years ago when Jacob’s skin was stretched tight across his shaft. And I recalled Jacob’s musky scent as if it were just yesterday that I was in this same position with him. I remembered how while I would give Jacob an incredible blowjob, he’d hold fistfuls of my hair and call me ‘darling.’
Those days were gone and not coming back. Even though they were gone and only memories, it still didn’t stop the stabbing pain of guilt that I felt in my chest. Instead of the terms of endearments, moans and grunts of a twenty-something barista filled the air.
