But standing here close to him, as he holds me, I’m starting to feel something different too.
What is it?
“No, you’re not,” Lance replies back. He’s calm. He’s collected. “Tonight you’re just a woman, Jocelyn. And I’m just a man.”
What exactly does that mean?
Are we just a man and woman who are friends? Relatives? Lovers?
God, I can’t believe I had his cock in my hands. Through his jeans, but still.
Why can’t I just close my eyes and enjoy the moment? Why am I trapped in his stare, looking up at him and only vaguely aware of the world around me?
“I’m so much older than you, Lance,” I whisper. “And I’m really sorry about the other day. We can’t let something so crazy ever happen again.”
It’s true! Can you believe the scandal involved with something like that?
He brings his face closer to me. “Don’t be fucking sorry,” he hisses. “I can’t get it out of my head.”
What? He can’t get me out of his head?
“That’s sweet,” I say to him, my panties melting as I think back to being on his lap, legs wrapped around him, looking at his cock. I can tell I’m more than wet at this point. If Lance wanted to take me, I don’t think I would stop him.
No, I most definitely wouldn’t stop him. I’d spread my legs and let him pull my thong down. Then I’d wrap my legs around him as he put that giant cock inside of me. His eyes would go wide at what I’d do and say. I’d be the last thing from boring to him.
“What are you thinking?” Lance asks me, a smirk playing across his face.
“It’s a secret,” I say with a coy smile.
“I think I can guess,” he tells me. I squirm my body against him a bit more. His cock is hard and it’s rubbing against my inner thigh. It feels so good.
“What, then?” I ask, hoping beyond all hope that he’s in my head. “Don’t keep a lady waiting.”
“You’re no lady,” he says with a grin and as I give him a mock pout, I see that he truly is in my head. Because he leans over and brings his mouth to mine.
And we kiss.
Lance
Holy fucking shit. What the fuck is going on?
I can’t believe this. My tongue is literally opening up Jocelyn’s lips. Far from being the invader, her tongue lashes out and it’s wrestling mine in my mouth now. I feel her tongue massage mine. I reciprocate.
This is so much fucking hotter somehow than the other day. This feels more intimate. More real.
This feels more like love than lust.
I don’t even realize but my hands are pulling her closer. They’re squeezing her ass. Running up and down her back.
She’s grinding her crotch over my cock.
And yet, we still continue to kiss.
I’m not gonna lie. It was fucking awkward after the other day. After Rosa inadvertently interrupted us on the sofa.
I mean, give me a fucking break. She only had my cock in her hands, jerking it off. There was only one way that situation was going to go. With me exploding with thick, white ropes of gooey cum all over her.
We both knew that’s where it was headed. I saw it in her eyes. They were filled with desire. Her entire face was contorted with lust that afternoon. She just didn’t give a fuck how old she was, how fucking young I was, who we were, or where we were at. She just wanted my cock. And I wanted her entire fucking body.