She blushed again as she straightened her short before nodding at the bottle of wine on the bedside table. “Um, refill?”
“God yes,” I said as we both laughed.
I leaned towards her with my cup as she poured, shaking her head and biting her lip. “I can’t believe you fucked Tyler Weaver.”
Chapter 12
Tyler
This is a shit idea.
I looked at the phone in my hand, frowning and shaking my head. I had Christina’s cellphone number from her working for me, of course, but “work” was hardly the reason I had my thumb hovering over her number in my phone
It’d been almost a week, and I could not get her out of my damn head. I couldn’t get that perfect angelic face out of my head, or the way she moaned under me. I could - and would’t ever - forget the sound of her moans in my ear, or how that tight barely legal cunt gripped my cock and milked me for every drop as I blew my load inside of her.
Yeah, part of me - okay, a BIG part of me - knew that what we’d done was so fucking wrong. I mean, I’d taken my eighteen year old neighbor’s damn virginity for Christ’s sake. In my car, outside her fucking parent’s house. Jesus, how old did I think I was? And now here I was just like the high school guy I was acting like, double-thinking myself about calling the girl I wanted to call.
What if she’s upset about what happened?
It was a stupid thought, considering how into it she’d been. Fuck, she’d instigated the fucking thing. Still, I could’ve said no. Part of me knew I should have said no, too, but how the fuck was I supposed to do that with that sweet little mouth on my cock like that? How was I supposed to say no to that dripping wet, sweet teen pussy? That blonde hair, those blue eyes, those perfect lips, that tight little body?
By saying “no”, you fucking idiot.
But that was easier said than done. And what we did might have been “wrong”, but fuck did I want more. I want to claim her again. I wanted to plunge my cock into that crazy tight, velvety pussy again and fill her up again and again with every single drop of cum I could. It was a wickedly filthy thought, but I liked the idea of taking her bare like that, and I loved the idea of her fertile young body taking my seed. Fuck, I wanted to fill her up until her belly swelled with my child so everyone would know that I claimed her.
My cock was rock hard as I thumbed her name in my phone and brought it to my ear. My heart pounded in my chest as I heard it ringing, and when I heard that soft voice answer, I felt complete.
“Mr. Weaver?” She said quietly, her voice so innocent and so fucking sultry at the same time, like the voice of pure forbidden temptation.
“I need to see you again,” I growled out, feeling my pulse raging in my ears. “I- I have to see you again.”
She was quiet on the other end of the line, and for a second, I could feel the whole thing crumbling.
“Yes, please,” she whispered after a beat, her voice sounding breathless and tight. She laughed quietly. “I wasn’t sure you’d call me.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I said darkly. “You’re all I can fucking think about.”
I could hear her breath catch. “I- when can I see you?”
“This weekend. Don’t make any plans.”
Chapter 13
Tyler
What are you doing?
I’d basically thought the same thought the entire train ride into Boston. Seriously, what was I doing here? I was forty years old, and on heading into the city for the sole purpose of fucking my eighteen year old college-student neighbor.
And my cock was rock hard the whole fucking trip.
I stepped off the train into the briskness of the October air and headed down the train platform towards South Station, pushing all the negative “what are you doing” thoughts away. What was I doing? I was feeling like me again. And yeah, I knew that sounded exactly like a some piece of bullshit a guy my age says when he acts out on midlife crisis by fucking younger girls, but this was different. Most guys that go through that are just acting out on years of repression, or of getting married too young and never having to have that phase where they fucked everything that moved.
But see, that wasn’t me. I’d lived that fantasy. I’d been up to my fucking ears in Goddamn pussy for years before Rebecca. I’d had the phase, I’d seen it all, which is how I knew this wasn’t that. Mid life crisis? Not a fucking chance. Hell, if I felt like I needed to act out on being forty anytime soon, I’d go buy a sports car or some shit.
But Christina wasn’t my “act out” or my “crisis”, that’s for Goddamn sure. She was far more than that, which scared the shit out of me, even if it made me harder than diamond.
“Hi.”