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They pause, consider me. “You really want to do this again?”
“I really want to make you come again.” I wink at them. These things are always a delicate balance between making my ongoing interest clear without leading anyone on about my intentions.
“Thursdays. Both kids have evening activities. So I usually have a few hours free.”
They look around for their shirt and spot it at the bottom of the stairs. I keep following them, gathering up my laundry along the way.
“Okay. You still have my number?”
“Yeah. Somewhere.”
“Call me if anything changes, otherwise I’ll expect you Thursday around five?”
“Six.” The correction is muffled through the fabric of their shirt as they put it back on and hastily fasten the tiny buttons.
“Even better, I’ll expect you at sex o’clock,” I tease.
They giggle at the corny as fuck joke. “See you then, Saint.” They pause in front of the door, gaze locked onto my lips.
I walk up to them, brace a hand against the wall, making sure to leave them an escape route if they aren’t into being caged in, and kiss them goodbye. I brush a finger over their glossy lips. “Good night, Angel.”
Then I step back, pulling the door open and gesturing for them to go.
They give me one more longing glance over their shoulder before jogging to their car and leaving me to jerk off to the memory of them in my bed.
Chapter 2
Angel (September 15th 2023)
“Hey,Angel.”Saintgreetsme at the door with his most charming grin. I didn’t bother to pack an overnight bag, even though I have every intention of waking up in his bed tomorrow. There’s a toothbrush by his sink with my name on it for the rare occasions when I can stay over. It’s nice to sleep together after we fuck and Saint is a cuddler.
I wasn’t up for making a stop at home after work, and the kids would have asked questions if I threw my overnight bag into the trunk along with theirs. Trevor picked them up from the diner because I had a dinner shift and he was running late, as usual. But I’m not here to dwell on that mess. I’m here to get railed.
I drag Saint into a kiss. It’s sloppy since I’m toeing off my shoes as his lips part for my tongue.
“Mmph.” Saint stops trying to talk. His hands settle on my hips, then slide around to cup my ass, drawing me against his body. The familiar press of his firm chest against mine has me groaning. I rock into his erection. He swallows my moans. Saint’s tongue moving over mine makes me hyper aware of all the other places he’s so very good at kissing.
Most of the time, I only get to see Saint on Thursdays. It’s the one day of the week when both of my kids’ after-school activities align and I can take two glorious hours to be selfish. I’ve guarded that time like a dragon hoarding jewels for the better part of two years now. It’s harder in the summer, when the kids are out of school, but I’ve been making it work. Meg offered to babysit her little brother a few times over the past couple of months for extra spending money. And I’m not above arranging sleepovers with their friends to get a little me time. Still, it’s been nice having them back on their usual schedules with school back in session.
And as of suppertime, they are officially with their father for the next two nights. Which is why I have no intentions of leaving Saint’s bed until I have to get ready for my next shift at work.
Saint pins me against the wall and works his hand into the front of my pants. Two fingers stroke me until Bitsy is achingly hard and I’m desperate to have him inside me. Not quite desperate enough for a wall fuck, because that shit sounds hotter than it is when you have to balance staying upright with getting plowed, but almost. It’s fine though, we can get a much better angle in bed. We kiss and grope our way across Saint’s living room, up the stairs, and down the hall into his room.
I toss my clothes into a heap on the floor once we’re in his room. It’s amazing to shed the scents of the diner’s kitchen, greasy food and industrial cleaner, that always seem to cling to me after work. I’m so glad to be rid of them.
Saint watches me like he hasn’t seen every inch of me naked. Like I’m something to behold, stretch marks, scars, and all. I’m not, but he sure is. My mouth waters at his toned abs as he strips out of his shirt. I want to lick my way up his body to his sculpted pecs and strong shoulders. Instead, I plop down on the edge of his mattress to watch him step out of his pants and boxers. His dick is a work of art, bobbing in front of him with every step he takes toward me.
He steps between my thighs, and I spread for him. His hands rest on my shoulders as I tilt my face up to his. He trails his fingers along my throat as we kiss. I shiver when his cock rubs against Bitsy. Saint moans and pushes me onto my back. He follows me down to the bed, still kissing as we rut our groins together.
“Mm, oh, right there?” I buck up into him, grinding the sensitive head of my bits against the flared ridge of his cock head.
Saint obliges me, meeting my desperate humping with a smile. “You’re so sexy when you get yourself off.”
His praise makes me falter, but Saint shifts to grab my hip in one hand and urges me to keep going. “Come on. Ride my cock, darling. Make yourself feel good.”
I can’t help giving in to the command in his voice. He makes it easy to surrender myself to the pursuit of pleasure. Each thrust sends heat spangling through my core. I’m so close and it’s so good, but I don’t really want him jizzing all over my bits.
He rolls his hips, dragging his hard cock in a smooth glide over Bitsy’s length. Ugh. I don’t want him to stop, but we should definitely get him suited up with his dick already dribbling precum over me. My bits are all tingly and wet for him. Or as wet as they get these days, with testosterone drying things out down below. It is well worth needing a little extra lube, for the way Bitsy has grown since I started the low dose injections.
