Page 19 of The Maestro and the Roofer

“Hold on. One second. I—fuck, Mia. That’s good. I’m gonna come if you keep this up.”

“That’s kind of the point,” she quipped, licking the sexy grooves of his hipbones.

“I’m not some young stud.” He pulled her to her feet with an abashed grin. “It’ll take me a while to get hard again if I blow now.”

“We have all the time in the world,” she reminded him, throwing her arms over his muscular shoulders. “All night and tomorrow and?—”

The elephant stampeded into the room, and she stopped abruptly. Sure, they had time. Several weeks of it. But they didn’t have all the time in the world. Still, they’d already wordlessly addressed this at the DT. They were both adults, and they knew exactly what this was—a nice, torrid fling. A way to take the edge off for a few weeks.

So why did the thought of leaving him make her chest feel like it was a roof collapsing under the force of a terrible tempest?

The shift in her mood didn’t go unnoticed. “Still with me?” he murmured.

Her voice cracked only slightly. “Yeah. Sorry. Just thinking.”

“Oh, we can’t have that.”

Laughing despite herself, she pinched his abdomen. “Shut up.”

He faux gasped, and they pretended to tussle for a few moments. But then a thought occurred to him, and his head fell back with frustration.

“Ah, hell,” he bemoaned. “Give me a second.”

“Where are you going?” she asked, brows narrowing as he went to exit.

“My pants are in the kitchen. With my wallet. And the lone condom that’s been in there for ages. And it better not be fucking expired. Otherwise, I’m gonna shit a brick.”

Mia snorted with laughter as he charged out of the room bare-ass naked. Then she said a silent prayer that the condom was safe to use, since the last thing she’d expected when packing for this trip was a steamy dalliance, and she had no protection other than her birth control pills.

Returning in record time, with his impressive erection leading the way, he waved the foil packet in triumph. “All good.”

A relieved gust of air left her lungs. But Travis wasn’t ready to move to the main event yet, as he perched her on the arm of the couch. It went without saying that the man wasn’t one toshy away from a healthy bit of manhandling, and she certainly had no objections when he opened her legs and folded one back, planting her foot atop the sofa.

Sinking to his haunches, he purred, “My turn.”

He planted his face between her thighs, his tongue immediately lapping at her wet folds. Whimpers pealed from her as she ran her fingers through his hair, gripping the tresses for leverage as she rocked against his mouth. He licked her pussy and suckled her clit with gusto, and her arousal surged, but each time she teetered on the edge of an orgasm, he pulled back.

She couldn’t take it anymore, her head jerking around with frustration. “Travis, stop fucking around and make me come.”

A rakish laugh echoed from him as he stood, pulling her from the sofa and draping her body against his to hold her close. His stiff cock poked against her belly as he mercilessly squeezed her ass cheeks.

“Listen to me,” he whispered into her ear. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you on the porch, looking down on me like I didn’t belong.”

Shame ballooned within her. “Travis?—”

“Ah, ah, ah.” His scolding was accompanied by a smack on her bottom. “Let me finish.”

Her head fell to his shoulder, and she nodded helplessly.

The tone of his voice was gravel and grit as he continued. “But this ismytown. And the next time you come, it’s going to be thanks to my cock. Got it?”

There was no pride left in her. No fight remained. All she wanted was him, so she said, “Yes. I understand.”

The foil packet in his hand was ripped open, and he sheathed his cock with the condom. Then he strode to the piano bench and took a seat, facing away from the keys.

“Hop on,” he drawled, dipping his head for emphasis.

Such a sexual directive, and one she was helpless to resist. She straddled him, the bench thankfully long enough to accommodate her knees, and he caught one nipple between his lips as she notched his cock against her entrance. Her inner muscles rioted as she sank down, his thickness invading. An onslaught of stimulation rocketed through her when she reached the hilt and rose to establish a cadence. His large hands clung to her ass, aiding her rhythm as she rode him like her life depended on it.

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