{ Part two, as promised! I might continue the story between these characters. They seem like a good match. Tell me if you want more ;) }
*”I wanna hear you make that sound some more, sweetheart,” he whispered in my ear between nibbles on my throat and neck.
“Mmmm I’ll see what I can do,” I responded, a bit out of breath, “but I don’t think I want to right here…” I looked at him coyly.
“What are you suggesting?”
“Take me home with you, handsome,” I said pulling him against me by his belt, before kissing him again.*
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“Never thought you’d ask,” he purred.
We parted, just barely, so I could put the cans away, lock up, and turn off the lights and so he could jam on his hat and grab his coat. I glanced at him as we hurried outside and noticed the bulge in his jeans. Blushing, I waited for him to unlock the truck.
I hopped in the passenger side of his truck and when he shut his door, I attacked him with a kiss, causing him to slump against the driver side door. The brim of his hat bumped my forehead.
He laughed, “Hey hold your horses I only live a few miles away,” he gently pushed me back into my own seat and I giggled. It was indeed a short ride to his little log house on a dirt road but his hand gripped my thigh the whole time and I could feel myself getting wetter by the minute.
We stumbled into his house, already trying to get our hands on each other. Marcus dropped his coat, hung up his hat, and kicked off his boots, me doing the same. He led me to his bedroom and shut the door before grabbing me by the waist to kiss me. His fingers were at my chest, struggling to unbutton my shirt. I stilled his hands with mine.
“Slowly, baby, slowly,” I hummed.
He swallowed as I walked him backward, gazing up into his eyes until he sat down on the bed. I nudged his legs apart with mine and began unbuttoning my shirt, letting it fall from my shoulders and finally to the ground. My bra wasn’t anything fancy or special, but you’d have thought it was made of the finest silver lace the way Marcus stared at me. He stroked a breast and I sighed at the sensation. Then I peeled off my jeans, kicking them off to the side. My hands ran up his thighs, ghosting over the growing bulge in his jeans, and up his chest to unbutton his shirt. When it was off and had joined mine on the floor, I undid his belt with its holster and sheath, setting it on the floor gently.
He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my chest, nipping and kissing bare skin. I stroked his hair, enjoying the attention. He managed to unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor and immediately leaned to suck and bite my nipples. I moaned loudly with pleasure, the heat of his mouth on my tits winding me up like a watch spring. His big, rough hands wandered across my body, igniting everything they touched. There was no urgency or hurry in our motions, just sweet lust between us.
I pushed him back on his elbows a bit, reveling in the sight of his lean body. His broad shoulders and chest were strong, and a bit of soft belly obscured his abs. The v of his hips dipped under the hem of his jeans. Gray hairs peppered his torso and the line of curls below his navel. Marcus pulled me by the hand back into him, and I swung a leg on either side of his on the bed, straddling him. He kissed me gently, like he had at the bar. I could feel his hard-on pressing into me through the layers of fabric between us, so I rolled my hips against him. The friction on my sensitive clit through my panties made me see stars for a split second, punctuated by a low sigh from him. I did it again, moaning into his mouth. I felt him smile. Suddenly he lay back and rolled over so his body caged mine. He moved his body against me, eliciting a louder moan.
“That’s what I wanted to hear, sweetheart,” he said. Heat radiated from him against my bare skin and he mouthed my tits again while bumping his hips into mine. My moans became breathy with the combined stimulation; I was soaking wet and desperate for release. I needed more.
“C’mon Marcus please I want you,” I whined into his hair. In response, he shifted to pull off my panties, then shucked off his jeans and boxers, letting his cock free. He was bigger than I expected and I gasped softly in spite of myself. His smirk was absolutely filthy and he chuckled darkly. Precum already leaked from the head. I wiggled my hips and spread my legs for him.
“That sure is a beautiful sight sweetheart,” he said softly, almost to himself. His hands smoothed over my thighs and belly. One hand stroked my cheek, his fingers grazing my lips. It took his forefinger in my mouth while meeting his gaze intensely. I sucked gently and released him with a little pop. My pussy was throbbing in anticipation as he lined himself up, lifting my legs around his waist. The length of his cock slid across my wet slit twice; he was teasing me.
Making me impatient.
Then, in one smooth thrust, Marcus sank his cock into me. I gasped and whined at the stretch, unaccustomed to his size. He bottomed out with a grunt and made another shallow thrust to help me adjust. He didn’t move for a few moments, just stared at me, a dripping wet mess, with a thoughtful expression. I wiggled my hips again, impatience taking over.
“Marcus, move,” I demanded in a much more whiney tone than I intended. And he did. Deep thrusts filled me like I never had been before. I couldn’t decide what to do with my hands, then he took them and pinned them to the pillow over my head. He attacked my throat and collar bone with kisses and little nips I knew would leave a mark. Pleasure flowed through me with each deliberate thrust.
Suddenly he let go of my hands to get a hold of my hips, picking up his pace.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum baby, I’m almost there,” I moaned loudly, wrapping my legs around his waist. His thumb found my clit and rubbed little circles, sending me over the edge. My legs clamped around him and I shook with the intensity, cursing and calling his name. He had pulled out and was watching me writhe with pleasure under him. I panted and grabbed his face to kiss him. He wrapped his arms under me and lifted me into his lap. I felt his cock between our bellies, wet with my juices and throbbing. Like I had earlier I ground my hips into him, rubbing my swollen clit against his shaft. Marcus made a low moan, which heightened my arousal even more.
Oh, how wonderful it is to hear a man moan for you. The feeling is delicious. I moved in exaggerated arcs, grinding against him. His hips bucked involuntarily, and he moaned my name at a particularly good one.
I raised up a little on my knees, ready to feel him inside me again, and guided his cock into me. I sank down, savoring the look on his face. We moved together, embracing and kissing deeply. Who knows how long I rode him until he was moaning my name with every breath, then I pulled off of him and pumped his cock with a tight fist between us. Cum splashed my hand and belly; Marcus’ voice was rough, and he cursed breathlessly. I kissed him, then he collapsed on his back. I rolled beside him and put my hand on his chest.
“Wow,” I sighed. I didn’t plan on ending my evening by fucking my favorite regular, but I didn’t expect it to be so good. I knew I’d be sore in the morning but it was totally worth it. Marcus caught his breath, and was back to his slightly awkward polite self.
“I, uh, can get a towel to clean up if you want,” he stammered, propping himself up on an elbow to look at me. His softening cock rested in the crease of his hip. I giggled and he blushed.
“How about a hot shower? I’ve been sweating behind the bar all evening and now in your bed!”
“That’s not a bad idea sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing me on the forehead. I got up and made my way to the open bathroom door. He followed close behind, grabbing some towels out of a cabinet. He turned on the water; it was cold at first but warmed up quickly. I took his hand and stepped in the shower, leading him in with me. He took a soft cloth and started lathering soap on my back in big circles. A broad hand rested on my hip. His soap had a lovely masculine scent, woody and sweet. I sighed and closed my eyes.
Never had I received such tender care after having sex with someone for the first time. He was so gentle with me. There’s something to be said about experience I suppose. He moved my hair to one side and kissed my neck. Water streamed down my body, rinsing away the suds. I poured some shampoo into my hands, working it into bubbles and turned to reach up to his hair.
“Marcus, I -” I started, but before I could say anything more he knelt down, hands still resting on my hips. I forgot what I was going to say immediately. He looked up at me with smiling eyes and kissed my belly, and my hip bone. I ran my soapy hands through his hair, massaging his head with my fingertips. I could feel his open mouth on my skin, kissing me softly again and again. He leaned against me, happy to exist in silence for a moment. I stroked his gray-stubbled cheek.
“Come here Marcus,” I said softly. He stood up, slowly with his eyes locked on mine. My hands trailed over his chest and shoulders, rubbing soap in circles and teasing out knots in his muscles. He just stood there, water dripping off his hair, gazing at me with his hands still on my waist as if holding me there with him. I worked the bubbles all over his torso, moving lower and lower. He ran a hand up my chest lightly grazing his rough fingers over my breast causing my nipples to stiffen. I hummed appreciatively, squeezing that fantastic ass of his. My hands found their way to his dick, mostly soft now. I palmed him, fondling his balls, and looked up to his face. His expression was soft, with a little smile, but his blue eyes were dark with smoldering lust again. I stroked him between us with my soapy hand. He quickly grew hard again in my hand and I picked up my pace. He stood still, just watching me.
“Kiss me,” I said.
Marcus titled my head with a hand on the back of my neck and took my mouth in his for a sweet, breathy kiss. He made little grunts and moans as I worked his cock in my palm, bringing him to the edge. He didn’t last long. Moaning into my mouth, he came in my hand with a jerk of his hips.
For some reason he started apologizing,
“I tried to hold on, uh sorry I really wanted -” I shut him up with a kiss.
“Nothing to apologise for Marcus, it’s okay,” I reassured him. I just wanted to make him feel good and my pussy was a little too sensitive still for anything else. We rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping up in towels. I went to retrieve my clothes and he sat down on the bed, towel around his waist. I glanced up at him as I slid on my panties, noticing a strange expression on his face.
“Do you want me to leave?” I asked, suddenly self conscious.
“Oh, uh, no but if you want to I can drive you home or back to your car, or call a cab if you want,” he stuttered, looking down at his hands.
“Well do you want me to stay the night?” I asked, smiling at his shyness. He looked up at me, blushing and stumbling over his words again before taking a breath.
“Yes, I’d like you to stay” he said, looking me in the eye.
“That’s all you had to say, baby,” I giggled, throwing off my towel and hopping back onto his bed. He kicked off his towel and pulled back the blankets, scooting in. I rested my head on his chest, his hand twirling strands of my hair.
“You know, I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask you out ever since you started working at the bar,” Marcus said absently, “but I figured you’d think I was too old for you.”
“Really? Cause I’ve had a crush on you for just about that long too,” I said, surprised at his confession. “What made today the day to do it?”
“I don’t know, uh I guess when I walked in and you were the only one behind the bar or well, even in the room for that matter, I just thought you were so beautiful I had to give it a shot with no chance to embarrass myself in front of half the town,” he chuckled.
He was right, even Len wouldn’t let him hear the end of it if he had asked me out during happy hour or something.
“What made you say yes?” He looked at me with those pretty blue eyes.
“Oh I don’t know, the “polite cowboy with a great ass” really does it for me so how could I refuse? You’re my favorite regular after all. Also for an old guy you sure know how to fuck well,” I rubbed his belly, and planted a kiss on his jaw. He got all flustered, stuttering and blushing, then enveloped me in his arms, turning me into the little spoon.
“I’ll try to make this worthwhile for you then, sweetheart,” he said, a little growl in his voice. I laughed sleepily, excited to see just how worthwhile he was going to make it. We fell asleep like that, his arm draped over my waist and his slightly hard cock against my ass.
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