Chapter Fifteen

Sam steered her inside with one thought on his mind and a twitch in his pants. This was madness. If Mrs. Riley caught them he would be castrated. Besides, this sudden need to mark her as his was positively Neanderthal. So what if Michael Monaghan had leered at her? They weren’t a couple. Fuck buddies just screwed, no attachment, no commitment. He tried to convince himself it was just a general dislike of Michael, but a quiet voice in the back of his mind kept saying he didn’t want to share her with anyone because she meant more to him than someone to screw. He shoved the nagging suspicion the voice could be on to something aside. On reflection, maybe they should just chill indoors for ten minutes and leave the sex for somewhere more appropriate. Meg looked like she needed to regain her equilibrium, not go another round of sex with him.

Her family and friends were very draining, and he was sure most of them weren’t quite sane. At least in the kitchen he was safe from mad Maud. Sex wasn’t supposed to be an obsession for women in their eighties. He wondered if Meg would be chasing him around the house when they were old. With a shake of his head, he told himself to get a grip. He was just her fuck buddy. One day she’d find someone else and move on. They wouldn’t even be together when they were old.

Meg stopped when they got to the kitchen. Slices of birthday cake lay out on the side, ready for dessert. His stomach growled. He’d burnt up a lot of calories since breakfast.

She grinned suggestively. “Hungry?”

A chuckle escaped him as he pressed a hand to his abdomen. “Starving, but I would rather be hungry and alone in here with you than full and outside with them.”

She palmed the front of his pants, making his stallion twitch to attention ready to clear the gate. “That is so sweet. I think you deserve a reward for putting up with my crazy family, and I know just what you like.”

His pulse lifted, he had almost talked himself out of having his evil way with her, but his decision could change with a little encouragement. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against him. “What did you have in mind?”

He watched as she reached out and dragged her finger through the cream on one of the slices of birthday cake. When she offered him her finger he sucked the frosting off, flicking her fingertip suggestively with his tongue. Her fluttering eyelids and loud groan sent a grin to his lips and a pulse of blood to his already aching groin.

She reached out and collected more frosting but this time she wiped it down her neck and over the mound of flesh flooding from the top of her dress. Starting with her throat, he lapped the sweet treat all the way to her ear before burying his face in her ample bosom. He removed every last trace of dessert from her soft skin. When he finally met her gaze, her pupils were dilated, her lips parted, and her chest heaving. All thought of behaving disappeared. He wanted her and he wanted her right now.

Walking her backwards across the room, he pushed her against the side of the oven tower. After checking they were out of sight of everyone in the garden, he pinned her against the wall, rubbing his erection against her.

Slowly, he tugged her dress up her legs and rested his hand on her thigh. Her gaze never left his, but she made no move to stop him. He captured her lips with his, drawing her soft warm tongue back into his mouth. She tasted of sweet wine. He could devour every inch of her if only they had more time. Her hands tugged hurriedly at his zipper as he broke the kiss. Pushing her panties aside and sliding his fingers the length of her moist slit he whispered in her ear. “Are you sure you want to do this, here?”

Her voice sounded strained and she shuddered when he brushed a fingertip over her hot button. “Do you have a condom on you?”

He slid his free hand into his pocket. Some girls might think it presumptuous of him to be carrying protection, but, like a boy scout, a good fuck buddy should always be prepared.

Pouncing on the condom, she grabbed it from his fingers and ripped the packaging open with her teeth. Never removing his hand from between her thighs, he stroked and teased her. This wasn’t about him, this was about giving Meg what she wanted and if that required him to bang her in her parents’ kitchen, so be it. First he tickled her hard pulsating nub then slipped his fingers inside her wet, quivering opening. A hardening of his already over stimulated cock accompanied every shudder and moan he teased out of her. He hoped to God she came quickly, because he would.

Condom free of the packet and his steed free of his pants, he watched as her shaking fingers sheathed the length of him in latex. He pulled his hand from between her thighs and silently thanked God she had found those sandals as he tugged her knee up over his hip. Without heels she would be too short for this. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he slanted his mouth over hers. He plunged his tongue into her mouth dragging hers out to play, nipping and teasing her with his teeth and lips. With one hand splayed on the side of the cupboard for support, he used the other to guide his rigid cock to her entrance. He slid the tip inside her then pulled free. When her breath hitched and she tipped her hips toward him, he broke the kiss and stared into her eyes.

She wiggled her body against him, panting. “Do it, Sam. Please. Let me ride the wild stallion.”

Overwhelmed, he buried his face in her neck as he slid home. Her pussy welcomed him like an old friend. Her muscles clenched around him, already rippling in anticipation of finding full release. With his entire shaft buried inside her, he rocked his hips, he needed to spill his seed before his balls exploded.

Her voice was breathy as she murmured his name.

He rammed his cock inside her like a man possessed. He couldn’t bang her deep or hard enough. The cupboard shook and dishes stored on top rattled in time to his thrusts. Sliding his hand around the back of the leg she had wrapped around his hip, he rubbed her swollen clit with his fingertip. He needed her release; he hadn’t lost control enough to forget it was an orgasm each. She whimpered and buried her face in his neck. She was on the edge, her insides tensed, clenching around his aching shaft.

Despite teetering on the edge, she seemed to be holding back. One of them had to go first and he was determined it would be her. He bit her ear, and growled, “Let go, Meg. Do it for me, baby.”

When the first wave of her release grabbed his stallion he covered her mouth with his own, swallowing her screams of ecstasy. Every pulse of her muscles made his balls tighten. A bolt of pure bliss accompanied the first spurt of come. They rocked together until she’d recovered from the aftershocks. He kissed her damp cheek and neck, enjoying the taste of her salty skin. Her breasts pushed against his chest as they both fought for air, and his semi-erect cock stirred back to life.

“You might want to stow the python, son.”

Sam looked left. Jesus Christ, caught banged to rights.