Chapter Ten

**Sargent**

I push a finger into her to be sure and there’s no barrier but fuck she’s so tight. Her head falls back as her juices soak my hand and my thumb circles on the hooded little bundle of nerves.

I suck her nipple again and smile when her breathing quickens, her moans get louder and she clenches on my finger. Before she comes I release her, suck my finger into my mouth to taste her. She tastes wild and raw, like pure fucking sweet sin. I dip my finger back inside and kiss her lips. Her legs hang over the edge of the bed as I lay her back onto the mattress.

My free hand, which I’m using to lean on, quickly raises her leg and spreads it as wide as she’ll allow.

“What are you doing?” she breathes, panting when I move my hand faster.

Her entire body tenses when I moisten my pinkie finger and slip it down to her puckered exit.

“What are you doing?” Her tone this time is more panicked. “I don’t… That’s not…”

I claim her mouth again, giving her no time to object as I slip my finger into her tight hole. She tries to bring her legs down but I hook one over my arm and smother her cries with my tongue.

When I allow her to breathe, my pinkie finger buried in her ass up to the knuckle I say, “If I’m only getting you once I want all of you.”

“Okay,” she replies weakly and covers her eyes with her hand.

I descend on her body, kissing her as I go, keeping a finger in her pulsing, tight, sex and my pinkie in her other as my tongue and lips close over her clit.

“OH! YES! FUCK!” she screams, losing herself.

Oh, she likes it. I love that she likes it. I love that I’m undoubtedly the first man to make her feel this way. I feel smug.

She loses it, climaxing almost instantly. I lap it up as she pulses and shudders. I’ve never felt a woman get so wet. I want inside of her, right now.

As she’s reeling, smiling at the ceiling, I crawl up her body and she cups my face with her hands.

I normally hate that, hate the romantic touches that you only see in movies, hate the kissing of faces, the whispered seductions. But with her it’s different, it feels different. It’ feels nice, soft, tingly, good.

Her hands are smooth and dainty, and her little moans are incredibly arousing. It all works well together.

We don’t speak, both hanging onto the feelings so we don’t have to take a moment to think about how this is going to fuck up everything.

I push into her body, watching her take me. There has never been a more erotic moment than the moment the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt hugs my cock like a vise. Inch by glorious fucking inch she swallows me, enveloping me in moisture and warmth. It burns and tingles. It really fucking burns and tingles.

She grimaces so I stop and kiss her slowly as she adjusts.

“Are you okay?” I whisper, worrying that I might have actually hurt her. Since when did I start to get all sentimental? Normally I’d just give it a moment and then start moving but now the thought of actually hurting her makes me feel things I don’t like. “Do you need to stop?”

What am I saying?

“Definitely not,” she replies, frowning. “Do you?”

“No.”

She looks at me like I’m crazy, “Then what are you waiting for?”

“You’re okay?”

“It’s been a while, I had to adjust,” she replies as I settle my weight on her, my hard dick still buried in her delectable little cunt. This is so fucking taboo and erotic. She’s too young for me but in this moment she doesn’t feel it. She feels all woman. She is all woman. She has always been all woman.

“How long is a while?”

“A while.” She smiles and bites my lower lip. “You can start now, I’m good.”

I can’t resist, I pull back but her pussy is such a clamp it almost holds me in place. I’ve never gotten so close to coming so quickly before.

I bury my face in her neck and power through it, gritting my teeth as her fingers dig into my back and her heels dig into the mattress, pushing her hips higher so I can go even deeper.

My body is trembling, almost weak as I fight to hold onto my control. She’s so good. She feels so good.

“A little more,” I whisper as her mewls get louder and her grip gets tighter. “I really need you to get there.” I’ve never not lasted the length required.

I’m going to blow it and she’s going to laugh at the experience with the old man.

Fuck that. I am not old. I have better stamina now than I did in my twenties.

I drive into her faster, my hips hammering at a speed I didn’t realize I was capable of.

“God,” she whispers, clutching me tighter.

Her pussy starts pulsing around my swollen dick and I know she’s there. She shudders with it, crying out so loudly I swallow it with my mouth right before I roar my own release, ramming into her so hard the bed gives an audible creak which it shouldn’t do because it’s hand fucking carved and built to last!

My orgasm won’t end as her walls milk me with her own. It’s intense, I lose my vision for a moment and all sense of time.

When I collapse on her as it subsides she squeals so I roll her over, laughing at her glare.

“I forgot how much bigger I am than you,” I whisper, brushing her loose hair from her face.

“I don’t mind, you’re warm. Who needs a blanket?” She curls her body into my chest and I wrap my arms around her.

This isn’t something I’ve done since my ex-wife. Normally I just do the deed and leave but I feel compelled to stay.

No.

I want to stay. She smells sweet, my cock is still nestled in her sex, my balls are still tingling and burning, my body is still on fire. I don’t want to move an inch.

Her lips touch my chest and she releases a happy little sigh.

“Is sex always like this?”

“No,” I reply honestly, wondering if she meant to ask if sex is always like this with me, or just in general. The latter would mean things I don’t want to think about or address. “Your pussy is liquid gold.” I kiss her temple and roll onto my back, yanking her up to straddle me. Her body flops onto my chest, making me laugh again. “You done?”

“I think I might be.” She leans up and winces.

“You’re hurt.” I frown and immediately remove myself from her body as I roll us back over until she’s on her back and I’m hovering above her. “What’s wrong? Too rough?”

“No, it’s just been a while,” she replies gently but her words don’t reassure me.

I close my eyes, feeling like shit. “Please tell me I’m not your first.”

“No, you’re not my first.”

Thank fuck.

“You’re just my first in a while.” Her eyes are happy but sleepy. She yawns, covering her mouth with her arm.

“What does that mean? What’s a while?”

She sighs and her body goes limp. Did she just pass out? I give her a little squeeze.

Yep. She is out like a light.

**Tempest**


I wake up in bed, the sun spilling through the windows, my body aching and tense. I look down at my nude body and try to not feel immediate regret but shit… I really messed up.

Oh my God.

I race into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Not because I feel dirty but because I feel dirty.

That makes sense. It does.

I had sex with Sargent. I had sex with Maddox’s father.

And he was so good. So so so so so good. Mind-blowing. Amazing. Incredible. PICK AN ADJECTIVE.

OH MY GOD.

I stand under the spray and wait for it to get warm.

I’m going to be limping for days, everything hurts. Especially my insides. His cock is lethal. His strength is lethal.

I want to do it again.

He’s twenty years older than me for crying out loud. I wish I’d had sex with an older man sooner.

I smile to myself and practice my reaction when I see him. Perhaps I’ll hide in my room for the rest of the day.

My stomach growls. That’s not happening.

After my shower I pad to Maddox’s room wrapped in a towel and help myself to a top and a pair of boxers. He either stayed out all night or is already up. I hope it’s the former. I’m not sure I can look him in the eye right now.

Unfortunately, as I discover as I get close to the kitchen, he’s here, chatting with his dad.

Shit.

“Morning,” he calls, smiling brightly at me. His hair is a disheveled mess but it suits him. On the beach with a surfboard he’d be every woman’s fantasy. All he’d need is a Pepsi, a close-up, and water running down his chest. “Nice top, looks familiar.”

“Sorry, I forgot to get my clothes out of the dryer,” I reply, keeping my eyes on the refrigerator.

“Morning, Tempest,” Sargent says, his voice deep and his tone hiding so many secrets. Or perhaps it’s normal and I’m just paranoid?

“Morning,” I say but it comes out high-pitched and strange to even my ears.

That was not how I rehearsed it!

I clear my throat and pull open the fridge. “Have you both eaten?”

“Not yet,” Maddox replies and at the same time, Sargent says, “Last night.”

I blush, I can’t help it, my cheeks heat and I want to crawl into a hole.

No. I am not this shy, inconsequential woman. I’m bold and brave, I’ve traveled the fucking world, to an extent.

I straighten my back and take a deep breath.

“What does everyone want?”

“Let’s go out for breakfast. I need to get groceries anyway,” Sargent suggests and I notice Maddox shoot him a surprised look in my peripheral vision.

I finally turn, close the refrigerator and look at the man who literally had something in every hole in my body last night.

He winks at me secretly and that blush returns.

“I’ll just go and get my clothes.” I point to the utility room which is a door on the same wall as the kitchen.

“I need a shower,” Maddox says around a mighty yawn.

Sargent, however, is already dressed and ready for the day. That doesn’t surprise me. Does the man ever sleep? How does one still look so handsome and put together after last night?

I head into the utility room as planned and start removing the pile of clothing from the dryer straight into a tub. Some are mine, some are theirs. I fold them neatly as I go, placing them in piles on the ground.

As I’m kneeling on the floor, sorting through the tub full of mixed clothing, I feel hands on my hips and hear a belt rattle.

“What are you doing?” I hiss, grabbing at his wrists but his hand pushes mine away and then wraps around my braid. He pushes my face into the clean clothes and parts my thighs.

He presses his bulge into my aching sex.

Hmmm, that feels nice. Even if I am still really achy and sore.

“I want to fuck you again like you wouldn’t believe,” he murmurs, stroking my back and yanking me back up to his chest so his large hand can caress and squeeze my breast. “Your body is incredible. Perfection.” He bites my neck gently while rubbing my shoulders after releasing my hair and breast. “I said one night, but I need another. Just one more.”

His lips move across my hair and neck in a way that has me panting and needy. Who’d have thought having your head and neck kissed and touched in such a way could make you a ball of jelly.

He pulls my hair back with both hands, massaging my head roughly as he grinds his bulge into the curves of my rear.

What is he doing to me?

“I guess we never really said a specific number,” I breathe, unable to find my actual voice as I’m too relaxed by his touch.

Twisting my head, he crushes his lips to mine and pushes away from me just as suddenly.

I sag onto the tub like what… the… fuck… just… happened to me?

I want to nap now.