“Arent you too old for Call of Duty?” she pouted. She had one of the blankets wrapped around her. She nudged him with her foot. She was curled up beside him, while he was playing his PS4.
“No,” he answered coolly. “I play to relax.”
There was silence. “I read books. I blog.”
“Yes I know.” He turned his head slowly, his electric blue eyes fixing her with an all knowing stare that had her skin warming in awareness. ” I read your blog”
He smirked at her blush and turned back to his game. “I enjoy reading your posts. The erotica is” he paused. “interesting.”
She buried her face in her blanket, muttering something under her breath.
“what was that?”
She wiggled around so she was closer. Her foot resting high on his thigh.
His fingers stilled on the controller and then tightened. His gaze shifting from the flatscreen tv to where her toes wiggled dangerously close to his groin “What are you doing, Becky?” the words were quiet.
She shrugged. “Making conversation.”
“Really? Is that why your foot is in my crotch trying to play nice with my cock!” he grasped her ankle and plucked her foot off him.
“What?” her innocent outrage was almost as humorous as her denial. “I was stretching! I had a foot cramp!”
“Foot cramp?” he snorted.
“I am inadequate at seducution!” Becky went on, “to even suggest that I would try to seduce you!” she made an attempt laughter. “well its ridiculous.”
The muscles in his back were taut, his arms rigid with tension. Slowly he lowered the controller and twisted in his seat to face her. “Ridiculous?” he echoed. “You know what is ridiculous is reading the smut you write and knowing the truth. You havent had many lovers, Becky. Havent any at all. You know how I know?” he was being cruel, perhaps ruthless but he needed to say it. She was treading on dangerous ground. There was a fine line between a flirt and a cocktease. “because every time I come near you, you act like a shy schoolgirl. You barely have the self-confidence to say hello to me. Or look me in the eye.”
Becky tried to swallow back a lump of hurt in her throat. “Ok so I cant seduce you with my awkwardness” still clutching her blanket, she curled her fingers into little fists and mimicked kittens paws. “Am I not cute”
He stared blankly at her, bewildered by where the conversation was going. he should be angry with her but he couldnt not when she was making her pouty face. Her lips puckered, her cheeks puffed out. Like a chubby cat. He roared with laughter.
“Is that face supposed to be your best Aegyo?” he wheezed. He reached for her, hauling her onto his lap.
“yes” Becky settled into him. Her knees on either side of his hips.
“Are you done with your teasing?” he asked roughly.
“are you done being mean and ignoring me.” Becky countered. She let the blanket fall. She was in nothing but her cami and panties.
“what the fuck!” he muttered.
“oops.” Becky bit her lip, but there was no apology in her eyes. Just a mischievous glint
He glanced over his shoulder to the kitchen, “You know my wife is in the kitchen with my mother…”
Becky wound her arms tight around his neck. “I promise to be quiet.” she nuzzled his throat.
“I miss you” he whispered in her ear “i miss seeing you, being with you tasting you” he kissed her.
He tasted better than she remembered. Coffee chocolate eggs, she delighted in the way his mouth took possession of hers. He was right she hadnt many lovers, because she was always wanting him. He could satiate her every hunger. need.
His mouth moved. Over her jaw. The sizzling heat of his tongue rasping over her pulse made her weak. His hands were under her cami stroking her breasts.
“oh my..” she whimpered.
”ssh be quiet,” he warned.
Becky bit her lip as he continued to play with her nipples. His palm cupped one as his head lowered to suck her nipple into his mouth.
The heat of his breath and the velvet rough texture of his tongue made her wetter.
“Please” Becky whispered.
“shh soon” his hand slid up between her thighs, easing the fabric of her panties aside. “You are so wet. So wet for me,” he crooned. He arranged her so she was sitting forward facing the tv.
Becky could feel his fingers underneath her, unzipping his jeans. Her heartbeat was racing, her blood roaring in her ears. Then he was there. The broadhead of his cock, easing past the slick folds of her pussy, parting them. Teasing the entrance of her hole, before pushing.
As if sensing she was about to scream, he clamped a hand over her mouth, as his cock stretched her, pushing past her clenching muscles. “Fuck baby, I love how you are so tight and wet.” he whispered in her ear. “Take it. oh fuck. Take it deep!” his other hand on her waist, he pulled her down. “You got it all. You got all of my cock inside you.”
Becky whimpered against his hand. The slow rocking motion of his hips drove his cock hard, and deeper.
“Hey babe,” his wife’s voice startled them both. “Where did you say we are vacationing again this summer?”
He slowly withdrew his hand from Becky’s mouth. He gave her the controller and arranged the blanket so it covered them both. “California.”
“Oh. What are you two doing?” she asked.
“I am trying to teach her how to play this game, but like a sore loser she is, she is sucking really bad!” he laughed.
Becky clenched her muscles around his cock. He grimaced.
“I don’t like first-person shooter games” Becky agreed. “When I had SNES I couldn’t pass Mario Bros to save my life!” as she spoke she clenched her pussy muscles.
His wife laughed. “Ugh I cant play games either. But it helps him relax who am I to judge.”
His wife walked back into the kitchen, still laughing.
Without warning, he withdrew his hips and slammed upwards. The hard thrust drove him deep inside Becky, causing her to cry out. He brought her mouth to his to silence her, as he fucked her hard and deep. Her cum dripping down his cock, balls soaking his jeans.
He didnt use protection, the thought came to mind absently as he pumped her full of his cum. He groaned as he eased her off him, the sight of his cum dripping from her pussy, made him grin. “hmm you never mentioned a cream pie in any of your posts.”
She stretched, and glanced over at him. “your jeans are a mess.” she giggled.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“yeah. ” she leaned over to kiss him. “cream pies are for porn. I write erotica not porn.”
He burst out laughing.