Hannah pushed Clint away and got herself down off the table. Then she turned him around so she could get on her knees in front of him. He leaned back against the table as she took his hard cock in her hands, stroked it, cupped his balls, licked the shaft, and then took him into her mouth.
Clint groaned as she began to suck him, her lips sliding up and down him wetly.
“Mmm,” she moaned as she sucked him. She ran her hands over his thighs, up over his belly and chest, and then around behind him to grab his ass and squeeze it.
“Jesus, Hannah,” Clint said, putting his hands on her shoulders, then on her head as she bobbed up and down on him.
She started to make slurping noises, and he felt that if he didn’t stop her now, it was going to be over before he was ready.
He reached down, slid his hands beneath her arms, and lifted her forcefully off his cock with an audible pop. He turned her, bent her over the table, spread her buttocks, and entered her from behind.
Hannah almost screamed, bent over so that she was lying flat on the table, her breasts flattened beneath her, as he drove in and out of her. She gasped and cried out with each thrust, and copious sweat was covering both their bodies.
Clint gripped Hannah’s generous hips and continued to take her that way. He felt the buildup of his release in his legs first, and then he was spewing into her, roaring as he ejaculated in powerful streams.
Hannah felt the heat of his emission inside her, bit her bottom lip, but finally had to scream as she felt her own release push her over the edge . . .
* * *
Ben got back to the house he shared with his mother, found it dark. Annoyed, he entered and lit a lamp. It was obvious his mother had not been home. He wondered if he should go out and look for her, or keep looking for Clint Adams.
On the other hand, if he remained where he was, maybe one of them would show up there.
He decided to wait.
* * *
“Oh my God,” Hannah said, catching her breath. She stood in the center of her kitchen, naked, and looked around.
“We didn’t do any damage,” Clint said. “I don’t think.”
“It’s so hot in here,” she said. “I’ll open the back door to air it out.”
Clint sniffed the room. She’d be airing out not only the heat, but also the smells of their lovemaking. It was probably a good idea.
“What will Ben do when he gets home and you’re not there?” he asked.
“I know my boy,” she said, opening the door. The breeze that came in immediately cooled the sweat on their bodies. Clint felt cold, but he couldn’t get dressed until he had dried off. He doubted there was a bathtub anywhere in the building.
“I know what you’re thinkin’,” she said. “I have water, and cloths. I can bathe you.”
“And he won’t come back?” Clint asked. “And catch us?”
“No,” she said. “He’ll wait.”
“Well . . . okay, then,” he said, “but I get to bathe you, too.”
“Don’t you think that would defeat the whole purpose?”
He stared at her breasts, her nipples still distended, and said, “I’m sure it would.”
* * *
He stood in the center of the kitchen while she dipped the cloth into a basin of water and washed the sweat from his body. When she got to his softening cock, it grew hard again as she dried it.
“Jeez,” he said, gritting his teeth.
She washed his balls, his thighs, and his legs, then dried him off with another cloth.
“Oh my,” she said, looking at his hard cock, “you’re ready again so soon?”
“It’s your fault,” he said.
She laughed, then used the cloth and basin to clean herself. When she washed her breasts, and then her own crotch, his cock became even harder.
“If we don’t get dressed pretty soon . . .” he said.
“Yes, I know,” she said, and laughed.
They went back into the dining room to get dressed. As he pulled his clothes on, he watched her don her dress, felt a sense of loss when her lovely body was covered.
“Well,” she said, “now what?”
“You better go and find your son, explain why he couldn’t get in here.”
“And you?”
“I have a meeting with somebody.”
“To find the man you’re lookin’ for?”
“To find out about him, yes.”
“Who are you meetin’?”
“I don’t know.”
“What if they mean to hurt you?”
“They probably do,” Clint said. “I’ll have to depend on myself to keep that from happening.”
“You need help.”
“There’s nobody to help me.”
“The law?”
Clint shook his head.
“They just want me to leave. I don’t think they’d mind if I did that by getting myself killed.”
“But . . . if you don’t know who you’re meeting, why go?”
“On the off chance they actually do have some information.”
“Maybe Ben can help you—”
“No, I don’t want to put him in danger. The only way he could help me is if he’s already found something out.”
“Well then,” she said, “let’s go ask him.”