Page 40 of Straight to Me

She passes him the dish.

“You shouldn’t have. It’s late. But you know I love your cooking.” He puts his arm around her, embracing her tiny frame. She beams at him. I can see she adores him. It’s lovely to watch from my space by the kitchen door.

“I’ll leave you be. Night darlin’,” she says after a few minutes, turning back to her house.

“Night.” He closes the front door gently behind her.

He smiles holding the dish as he walks back over to me. “That was sweet,” I say, admiring how he was with her.

“Yeah, she loves me,” he jokes, walking back through to the kitchen to place the food on the side.

“Or maybe she feels sorry for you.” He twists his head to look at me. “She said you don’t have many visitors.” I half smile, raising my eyes towards him in a playful way.

He checks my playful expression before passing me my cup of tea. “Her husband died a year ago. You could say I’m the one she now likes to look after. If she sees me back late, she always brings me food.”

“That’s kind of her, considering it’s almost half nine.”

He smiles to himself. “Yeah, it is.”

“Why the no visitors?” I’m not sure if I should be asking, but the question rolls off the tip of my tongue before I can stop it.

He looks at me over the rim of his mug, eyes fixed as he speaks. “I’ve never found anyone worth bringing back to my home.” He watches my reaction.

Unsure of where to look, but feeling his eyes locked on me, I start panicking. My heartrate accelerates, making me unable to control my breathing. I try to casually sip my tea as my legs start burning.

He wantsmefor him.Mybody, for him. He thinksI’mworthy.

Steadying myself, I look up, finding his eyes. Time itself stands still around us. An inexplicable sense of excitement rushes over me with a weird feeling like I’ve known him forever. There’s happiness in my heart and body. He feels, familiar, making me feel safe and comfortable.

I place my mug down and can’t help but walk straight to him. The warm pulse knocks inside me as my body yearns for his touch. He watches my every move. It’s more than just lust or pleasure now. In this moment, there’s a need. A need to show him he means something to me. A need to show him I trust him.

The outlaw.

Standing in front of him, I remove the mug from his hand, placing it gently on the counter with mine. He doesn’t move or try to touch me. He’s watching, listening to my body. I lightly draw my fingers up his leather cut, moving over his vice president flash. My hands then move to his neck, thumbs caressing his cheek before sliding over his skin to his shirt buttons. One by one I undo them, working my way down slowly.

I don’t look at him, allowing him to watch me. At the last button, I pull his shirt open a fraction, baring his chest to me. His muscles are prominent on his front, he clearly works out, but not excessively.

I place a light kiss on one of his pecks causing goosebumps to ripple over his body, his nipples hardening before me. My hands lightly stroke over them, as my kisses work across his chest, one side to the other. Moving down to the top of his jeans, my fingers start undoing his belt. VP places a long kiss on my forehead, his breath quickening with every moment that passes.

Moving his clothes out the way, my hands glide across his hips. His body tenses slightly, his cock lengthening as I free it from his jeans. His hands move around my neck and his thumbs glide over my throat and collar bone. My head tilts to one side as he pulls me close to him and our lips dance slowly, rhythmically.

He grinds his hips against me, his cock pushing just below my belly button. His gentle hands trace from my neck down my back, cupping both bum cheeks. He’s rock solid. The feel of his pulse through my clothes stirs me, the heat in between my legs making me wet.

As he releases me, I move backwards just a little. He wants to touch me; I can see it in his eyes. His lips part as if he’s going to speak. I take my jacket off, slowly discarding it behind me, before removing my top over my head. Making sure my movements are slow, I remove my shoes, undoing my jeans, gliding them down my legs gradually.

He leans backwards, watching me intensely. He bites his bottom lip, eyes running over my body. Hungrily, they notice every inch of me. Feeling brave, I bend to my knees in front of him, his cock in line with my face. Every inch of him is perfect. I place a hand on his thigh and his skin feels warm, his muscles hard under my touch.

I look up to him, eyes locked on his. Both of us are burning for one another, I can see it in how he’s looking at me, I can feel it between my legs. There’s fire and passion blazing all over his face. Looking back to his body, I lightly take his cock in my hand.

Starting at the base, the tips of my fingers run to the tip of him. My wet tongue licks over his slit as my fingertips run back down. Looking up to him, his face flushes with need. He’s pining, this warm-blooded male, yearning for me to take him.

Eyes on his, I lick my lips before opening my mouth. He groans. Like music to my ears, his visceral noise fills me with confidence, surging me on. My hand at his base guides him to me. I grip gently as my mouth glides down his thick length. As I pull backwards, looking at him again, my tongue licks up the sweet taste on the end.

His head sweeps backwards, his arms steadying himself on the kitchen counter. He looks divine. Pushing him back in my mouth, I tighten around him, pursing my lips.

My hand at his base grips harder. Forwards and backwards I move, each time applying more pressure. My mouth slides as my hand pumps, both working all of him together in time. He moves his hands to either side of my face into my hair. The feeling making me moan around him, the vibrations on his length causing him to pull my head backwards.

Eyes on mine, he starts pumping his cock forwards, deep into my mouth. My free hand moves to caress his skin, moving desperately as he thrusts. He shuts his eyes, moving his head back again. With each pump, he’s working himself deeper. I can feel my gag reflex about to kick in.

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