Page 7 of The Renter
“You’re teasing me,” she whines.
I shake my head and continue, my tongue working in broad strokes, licking slowly and purposefully. I can feel her getting wetter and wetter. Her body tenses as I slide a finger into her.
Fuck, Dani’s tight.
Adding in another finger, she moans, squeezing my hand hard. I want to tell her to relax, to savor it, but I’m just as eager to make her come.
“I’m so close,” she pants.
I speed up the circular motions with my tongue and suck on her clit while pounding her with my fingers. I can feel her squeezing around them.
“So … close …” She moans. I keep up the pace, waiting for her release.
She lets out a sensuous “Ahh…” Followed by a breathless, “Holy shit.” Her body pulses as I feel her climax, her pussy contracting around my fingers.
I smile to myself.Damn, that was hot.She grabs my face and pulls me up for a slow, lingering kiss. Lying next to her, she rests her head on my chest for a few moments.
“So, Adam,” she says softly, “do you hook up with random girls often?” She giggles, and it’s so innocent and adorable.
“Not anymore. Well, not in the last ten years.”
“Oh?”
“I’m … divorced, and we dated for a few years before getting married.”I hope this doesn’t turn this in the wrong direction.
“So, you’re, like, forty-something?” she playfully asks.
“Forty-four.” I pause. “Am I the …” I trail off, not wanting to know if I’m the oldest guy she’s hooked up with.
I don’t want to be the oldest. But she’s twenty-five—why would she be hooking up with guys my age? My mind races back and forth between considering my mortality and feeling like the cliché divorced man chasing a younger woman.
She smirks, and I relax into the comfortable cuddle we’ve fallen into, still enjoying the feel of her small frame next to mine.
“I’m like the Taylor Swift song but reversed,” she says. “I get older, but the guys stay the same age.”
Taylor Swift?I don’t know any of her songs. I mean, I’ve heard her songs, but I’ve never intentionally played one. My mind starts spiraling, realizing what happened. I’m that old guy bedding a young, hot thing to forget he is, in fact, the old guy. I shake my head slightly, and she notices.
“Oh, obviously, you’re not a Taylor Swift fan.” She laughs. “Basically, you’re exactly my type. I’m not into guys who are still figuring themselves out. I prefer when they already know who they are.”
I think I understand what she’s getting at, but I need to confirm. “You’ve been with forty-year-olds before?” I try to ask evenly, without judgment—because who am I to judge right now?
“Yes, there are other members of the forty-year-old club.” She sighs, and I’m reminded how she said it’s been a while for her.
“But no new members lately? Not even pledges?” I flirt, squeezing her closer.
Shaking her head, she laughs. “It’s been the longest drought.”
“So, we’re both in need of it, huh?”
“Yes, so bad.” She chuckles and rolls on top of me. “So bad, in fact, that we had to hook up with a stranger and all that.” She looks at me confidently, leaning down to whisper in my ear, “I really want to fuck you.”
That confidence. When it’s here, it’s undeniable. She commands me, and a surge of energy channels its way south, begging to feel her.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks.
Fuck.What kind of bachelor am I?I groan inwardly. I don’t have a single condom. I look at her apologetically and shake my head.
She looks at me with sad, puppy dog eyes before sliding her hand down to my cock, pulling it out. Lying beside me, sheslowly strokes. Dani stares at me with desire simmering in her eyes. I need this … I need her.
