She keeps brushing off my attempts to flirt, which, combined with the alcohol, stirs a competitive fire inside me.
“You know, I mentioned we ended on bad terms. Despite that, we were still amazing together,” I try and make the comment casual. “I mean, I remember the things we did in bed, and that was amazing.” It doesn’t even stir a slight blush from her.
“I know, but that’s in the past now,” she says with a glint in her eyes.
“Not everything has to be about business,” I say, reaching across for her hand.
She doesn’t withdraw her hand, but she doesn’t hold mine. We eat, chatting about her brother Pierce and his charity work. It’s all a cover for illegal business, but it’s smart.
The waitress takes away our dishes, and Shirley sighs. “This has been fun. It’s nice catching up, but I should get back. I have an early start tomorrow.”
“Don’t leave,” I say, trying to sound calm. “There are other ways we can catch up, you know.”
“Such as?” she asks, her eyes boring into mine.
“Drinks at my beach house. You loved it there.” I smile. “We can take it from there.”
She nods. “Okay, but I’m bringing my car. I have an early start and can’t wait for you to drive me around.”
“Agreed,” I say, raising my hand for the bill. I pay for our little catch-up and then stand.
“You remember where it is? Or do you want to follow me?” I ask.
She smiles. “I remember where it is. Let’s see who gets there first.”
We both hurry to our cars. I don’t even look for her as I race home, taking a route I know isn’t normally one the police watch.
I don’t know how she does it, but she’s parked in front of my house in her Mini Cooper when I arrive. I laugh. I forgot how much fun she is.
I get out of my car, handing the keys to my bodyguard. “Leave her car parked out front. She has an early start tomorrow.”
I walk toward her and offer her my arm. “Please, this way.”
She loops her arm through mine, and I lead her to the deck out back. It looks out over the ocean but is fenced off. There’s a bar out there, and I pour us each a cocktail and a shot of vodka.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” she teases.
“I never had to before,” I tease back. I cheers my shot against hers, and we down it. I instantly refill it.
“We were terrible together,” she says with a smile. “I was way too immature to be with you.”
We drink another shot.
“To be fair,” I comment, “I flirted with you first. You’re young enough to be my daughter.”
We drink another shot.
“You are seriously stubborn. It’s always your way or no way,” she retorts with a giggle.
We drink another shot.
“To be fair, you never defended or spoke up for yourself. You let people walk all over you.” I grin and move closer.
We carry on like this, steadily getting drunker.
Everything seems hazy, but I pull her unsteadily onto my lap. She looks down at me with her bright eyes, and I smile, leaning up to kiss her.
She’s hesitant for the first time tonight. For a moment, I’m reminded of that twenty-one-year-old whom I met years ago. Then we’re locked in a fierce kiss. She holds onto my face, and I grind up into her, holding her firmly in my lap.
We break the kiss, and she breathes hard. I lock my eyes with hers and then kiss her again before trailing kisses down her neck.
She groans softly as she tips her head back before I feel her pulling away.
I feel a tad cool without her on my lap, but then I see her kick off her high heels and step between my legs. I adjust in my seat, hungrily watching her.
She slowly lowers herself down, trailing her fingers down my chest.
My dick is already straining in my pants. She rubs over it and leans forward to kiss me again as she unzips my pants. I feel relief as she tugs my underwear down to let my dick spring free. She looks up at me, and there’s a lust in her eyes I’ve never seen. She slowly lowers her head and kisses the very tip of my dick, which is already dripping with pre-cum.
She licks her lips and twirls her little tongue around the tip of my dick, and I groan, dropping my head back.
“God, that’s so good,” I murmur as she sucks on the head of my dick and then slowly takes in more and more.
She gags slightly when my cock hits the back of her throat, and she slowly pulls back. I rest back and enjoy the feel of her hot mouth enveloping my shaft.
But I don’t want to cum, so as we approach my orgasm, I stop her.
“Let’s go somewhere more private.”
She smiles, and I stand, leaving my cock standing at attention. I lead her to my bedroom, and once in, I pull my shirt off and drop it on the floor.
“Bend over the bed.”
I can see she’s swaying slightly. I feel like I’m swaying, but all I can think about now is her wet pussy hugging my erection.
She smiles and pulls down her pants and then her panties. She steps out of them and undoes the buttons of her shirt to reveal her large breasts straining in her bra.
I pull her to me. “Bend over now,” I growl the words, my desire for her burning like a fire deep inside me.
She smirks and climbs onto the bed on all fours, her ass in the air. I smirk and run my fingers through her lips, feeling how wet she is for me. I remember this pussy so well. It always tasted good and always pleasured me. I move two fingers in and out of her, stretching her slightly. She rocks back and forth, and my dick strains toward her. I pull my finger out and spit in my hand. Tacky, I know, but it does the job. I lube up my dick before I position it at her entrance. I hold onto her hips, remembering how she liked being dominated, how she liked it rough. I don’t hesitate to thrust into her and immediately start pounding in and out of her.
The cries out of her mouth only make me hotter, keeping a firm hold on her hips as I chase my orgasm. Her right hand slips between her legs, and she yelps out little cries as she rubs her clit while I’m pounding into her.
I can feel my balls tightening in anticipation, and I reach forward, pushing her upper body down. Then I place one hand on the small of her back while the other continues to hold her hips. I slam into her hard and hold myself there while I come deep inside her. I then move again and slam hard after a moment, releasing the rest of my cum.
I feel spaced out, drunk on alcohol and pleasure, as I pull my semihard dick out of her and watch my cum slowly drip out.
She’s still fingering her clit, and I see her clench up as she chases her own orgasm.
In a mixture of mess and bodily fluids, we shift around until we both collapse onto the bed. I’m so tired, but I place an arm around her as she rests her head on my chest, and soon I doze off.