Taking A Risk by Karen Monroe

Analise

William wouldn’t let me pay for the garbage disposal or anything else. He spent close to two hundred dollars for accompanying parts, pipes, and tools. When I tried to pay, he’d waved it off and said we could square it later.

While we were at Home Depot, Shelby sent several texts about attending the upcoming home game against Pittsburgh. She wanted to go, and apparently, so did Nate. Tildee even chimed in, texting she’d asked Jorge, our manager, if I could have the day off. I should’ve been mad, but I couldn’t seem to find the anger.

The drive back to my house is quiet. I’m thinking about the fact no one else will be there when William and I return. Earlier, when he’d been standing by the dishwasher, I imagined what it might be like to have him in my life full time. It scared me how much I wanted the vision to be true. Relying on anyone is a luxury I cannot afford.

“If you give me the receipt, I can Zelle the money to you,” I say, breaking the muted dome of silence surrounding us.

“I was thinking maybe you could repay me in another way.”

What the hell!“Excuse me?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Pruitt. I was thinking more along the lines of you coming to my house to make me dinner.”

Shaking my head, I hold in my laughter. “I see you’re determined to take complete advantage of this.”

“You know it!”

We’ve reached the house and I pull under the carport. William grabs the bags from the backseat, and we head to the front door. It’s a little after seven o’clock. I’m not sure how long this will take. I know he has practice tomorrow.

Pushing my key into the deadbolt, I glance over my shoulder. “This doesn’t have to be done tonight.”

The look in his eyes nearly incinerates me on the spot.

“Yes… it does,” he answers, his dark voice full of promise.

Inhaling a calming breath, I try again to dissuade where this is obviously heading. “You sure you’re not too tired?”

His gaze pierces like a lance. “Hungry. Not tired.”

He’s not even trying to be coy, and my pussy spasms with anticipation.

The silence inside the house is unnerving. At this time of night, I’m used to hearing music from Shelby’s room, or video games from Nathan’s. I can’t even remember the last time I was actually home alone.

My gaze roams over William as he lays out tools and manuals on the kitchen floor, reminding me that I’m not actually alone.

“Are-are you hungry? I… I mean, for food,” I stammer.

Great! Now I sound like an idiot.

William grins as he stares up at me. He’s sitting on the floor, his long legs stretched out.

“I can always eat,” he says.

Grateful to focus on something other than his magnificent body, I open the refrigerator. I already know what’s in there, but I’m feeling a little hot and bothered. The wash of cold air chills my overheated cheeks.

“We have some leftover lasagna from last night. Or I could make you a sandwich.”

“Did you make the lasagna?” William asks in a muffled voice, his head under the kitchen sink.

“Yes,” I breathe, openly gawking at the thick bulge in his pants.

“I’ll never turn down homemade lasagna.”

After that he gets to work replacing the disposal. I take out plates, cutlery, and glasses. I even pull out the placemats to make the table more presentable. Remembering the Tupperware in my backpack, I rush to retrieve it. Wasting food is a big no-no.

I quickly chop up lettuce and tomatoes for a salad. I rinse them using the sink in the washroom. Then I load up the plates, putting a larger portion on William’s dish. I’ll wait until he’s done before heating them up.

“Alright. That should be it,” he says, his deep voice filling the space.

Surprised, I turn toward him. He must have reflexes like a cat. He’s already up and standing.

“That didn’t take long,” I reply, impressed.

“Told you.”

He turns on the kitchen faucet, then flicks the switch for the disposal. The whirring sounds smooth and even. I walk over to watch as water swirls down the sink.

He points at the small silver button-like object next to the faucet. “The valve bubbling is a good sign.”

I nod, watching as water spurts forth in short bursts.

Within moments a barely audible pop sounds, then the water in the dishwasher drains loudly.

“That’s it?” I ask.

“I’m still going to clean the drain basket and replace the filter, but we have to wait until the water is completely gone.”

“Thank you,” I say sincerely. It sucks needing help, but I appreciate it when it’s given.

He smiles in return. “You’re welcome. Let me get cleaned up. Then we can eat. Where’s your bathroom?”

“Down the hall. First door on your left.”

William leaves the kitchen. While he’s gone, I inhale several deep breaths. I’ve done well keeping my desire for him under control, but every time he visited the library it was a struggle. Now… he’s here—in my house—and it’s just the two of us.

Finally remembering the lasagna, I curse under my breath and grab the plate I made for him. I seal it with Saran Wrap, so it shouldn’t take more than a couple of minutes to heat.

William returns to the kitchen just as the microwave dings.

“Sounds like I’m just in time,” he says.

I’ve only set two places at the kitchen table. He sits at the one closest to him.

Smiling to cover my nervousness, I set his steaming plate on the placemat in front of him. “Uhm… what do you want to drink? I have soda, cranberry juice, orange juice, tea, and water. I don’t have alcohol. Still not twenty-one. Though Tildee may have some. I can call—”

“Water’s good,” he interrupts.

Play it cool!

I take a moment to heat my food, then head to the refrigerator for the Brita pitcher. There’s a weird sense of domesticity to the scene. It feels right, but there’s too much awkwardness for it to be natural. I’m trying to play it off, grinning like an idiot as I pour two glasses of water.

The microwave dings. Glad for the interruption, I take my time getting my plate. Before I sit down, I grab the salt and pepper shakers from the cabinet just to give me something extra to do.

Once I’m parked in the chair, I notice William covering his mouth as he tries not to laugh.

Afraid I’ve done something stupid, I frown at him. “What?”

He points at the tiny shakers. “Salt N’ Pepa?”

The female rap group from the 80s adorn their similarly named counterparts.

I laugh with him as my mind floods with happy memories. “My mom. She liked to shop at garage sales and thrift stores. We have all kinds of things like that, especially shakers. Fred and Wilma. Mickey and Minnie. Tom and Jerry. You name it.”

“Sounds like she was a lot of fun.”

Just like that, the happy memories disappear. “She was.”

Taking a gulp of water, when I set my glass down, I’m comforted when William places one of his large hands over mine.

“This looks great. Thank you.”

I’m glad he doesn’t push and ask questions. Most people can’t help themselves.

“Does this mean we’re even?”

His lips lift in a smirking grin. “Not a chance.”

* * *

William

When I wokeup this morning, I didn’t expect to end the night lying in Analise’s bed. Yet, here we are lounging on her small double-size with her tiny body curled around me. We’d eaten, and I’d changed the filter and cleaned the drainage basket in the dishwasher. Things were now in perfect working order.

I also let her know about the leak at the main valve and offered to help. Surprisingly, she accepted.

Afterward I’d helped clean the dishes that had been inside the dishwasher, along with the plates and stuff we used for dinner. Then we retreated to her room to watch re-runs of Archer on FX.

The sexual tension between us had mounted to an unbelievable level. But I’m waiting for Analise to make the next move. We’re on her home turf.

I’m trying to stay still, let her set the pace, but when her small hand slithers under my shirt, I groan as my abdomen clenches tight. She’s rubbing tiny circles on my stomach, making my pulse pound and my skin tingle.

When she lays soft kisses on my neck, my cock hardens like a lead pipe. My abdomen clenches with an immediate need for release, and the last thread of my control snaps.

My hands grasp her small hips, moving her slight weight until she’s straddled on top of me. Her hair curtains around my face, surrounding me with the scent of coconuts and brown sugar.

My control is shattered, and a growl rumbles through my chest. Analise whimpers in response, moving her apex back and forth over my rock hard dick.

Her body feels amazing. She’s tiny, but so primed for pleasure. Just the thought of plunging into her tight, wet crevice has me bucking my hips like a bronco.

We’re so close, I can feel her heartbeat thrumming beneath her breasts. She moans softly as I cup her face with one hand, then I sear my lips to hers. For once we’re not in a rush, and I take my time exploring her sweet mouth. She’s succulent like ripe fruit. Our tongues duel. Then she gasps, throwing her head back like she needs air.

I take advantage of her exposed neck to lick and suckle on her soft skin. Her slender hands clutch my shoulders as she moans.

Keeping one hand on her ass, the other cups her nape as I hold her steady. Her jeans are damp between her thighs, and the pungent aroma from her sex has my mouth watering for a taste.

I rise, lifting her body until her legs wrap around my waist. Our eyes are level, and I note the sparkle of passion in her stormy orbs.

Wasting no time in removing her shirt and bra, I bare her beautiful pink tipped nipples. I need to lick and suck those perky tits before I bury my face in her sweet cunt.

Easily flipping her onto her back, I unfasten her jeans, then wriggle the pants past her hips until she’s wearing nothing but a simple pair of white cotton panties.

I’ve dreamed of seeing Analise naked since our first time together. The bits and pieces aren’t enough to make a complete picture. Finally, I’ll be able to see her body in its full glory.

The apex of her panties is soaked. I rub my index and middle finger over the damp crotch, then I paint one of her nipples with the slick juices. Leaning down, I run my tongue across her taut bud, savoring the taste. Then I groan like a madman as I suck on her other nipple. Her hands clench the strands of my hair, her hips thrusting wildly.

I trail one hand to the apex of her thighs as my tongue follows a similar path. My fingers reach her slick core first, and I push my fingers past the cotton edge of her panties, removing them. She cries out when my fingers encounter her delicate nub, so I massage the tiny center until she’s screaming and on the verge of climax.

The sex-starved maniac inside me wants to spread her legs wide and fuck her until she can’t walk straight. I want to impale her with my cock, but the need to taste her sweet juice is more compelling. Plus, I want to savor the sight of her.

A naked Analise is perfection.

Her breasts are small, but firm and perky. She’s slim, but well formed.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur.

Analise bites her bottom lip, turning her head to look away like she’s embarrassed.

I’m not having that and gently turn her face back. “Look at me. I want you to watch while I eat your pussy.”

Her eyes widen as I trail my open mouth down over her belly. The bed is too small for me to lie between her legs, so I go to my knees on the carpeted floor, then palm her ass to drag her to the edge of the bed. I settle her legs on my shoulders, pushing her thighs wide with both hands.

Analise has such a beautiful pussy—pink and pretty. Her short red hairs are trimmed and neat. I love that she isn’t bald. The downy fuzz glistens with the evidence of her arousal.

I plant a kiss on top of her dewy mound. Analise holds her breath, so I tease her with another kiss before sliding two fingers inside her. She whimpers when I flick my tongue against her clit. Then she squirms, but I grip her thighs to keep them open.

“William,” she sobs, her legs falling wider in surrender. “Oh, my gawd.”

Lust pours through my veins like hot lava as I start to feast on her. One hand falls to my belt as I quickly unfasten my pants, freeing my cock. I squeeze the base to stave off the pressure emanating from my balls.

When I suck her engorged clit and her hips rear off the bed, I can’t take it any longer. My dick is throbbing unmercifully. I need to ride her pussy until the ache is gone.

Standing to my feet, I quickly strip off my shirt. My pants and boxers fall next. I remember the condom in my wallet. Then I’m between her thighs, lifting her until she’s further back on the mattress. This is a dream come true. Analise’s naked body is spread out before me like an offering. It’s driving me crazy. I could take her anyway I wanted, and the thought makes me pant like a dog.

I push her knees into her chest, my cock posed at the entrance to her pussy. I wish I could give her more foreplay, but I’m too keyed up to wait any longer.

With one powerful thrust, I bury my cock inside her. She’s so fucking tight, I have to fight the urge to fall on her like a caveman. Slowly, because I don’t want this to end too soon, I pull out to the tip before sliding back inside her snug channel.

Over and over, I fuck Analise until every type of moan and groan has been rung from her lips. I keep my thumb on her clit, rubbing the tiny nub until she comes apart again and again.

I can’t hold back any longer. My arms hook beneath her knees, spreading her even wider and lifting her ass off the bed. She’s perfectly positioned and I finally give into the savage need to fuck her hard and fast.

The smacking sounds of my cock driving into her fill the room, along with the banging from her rickety headboard. Her breasts bounce like small ripe fruit, and I pinch her nipple until her cunt clamps down like a vice.

“God,” I breathe. “You feel so good.”

“So do you,” she moans.

I grunt in desperation as I near my end. Reaching between our bodies, I rub her clit frantically, hoping to bring her over the edge with me.

“Oh… fuck,” she cries out, her pussy spasming.

A second later, my release rushes through me. My vision blurs. I keep pumping my hips as my dick spurts load after load. I’m not sure how much time passes, but when my body droops with languidness, I finally pull out.

I drop next to Analise, pulling her close. The bed is too small for me, but it gives me an excuse to hold her. Eventually I’ll need to dispose of the condom, but I can’t move just yet.

Suddenly, Analise giggles. I peer at her, one brow raised. “What’s so funny?”

She looks up at me, grinning from ear to ear. “I was going to say thank you for coming. Then I realized how that would sound.” She shakes her head. “I just wanted to thank you for your help with the dishwasher. Not for the sex. Though, thank you for that too,” she finishes with a wink.

I drop a kiss on her head. “Anytime you need me.”

She sighs, laying her head on my chest. “I can take you back to campus, or to your house.”

If I didn’t have to workout so early, I would spend the night, regardless that my feet are hanging over the edge of the bed. Still, I’m not about to cede what little advantage I’ve gained.

“Only if you spend the night with me,” I declare.

She sniggers. “Wait a minute. You already hustled me into cooking dinner for you.”

“Consider this for your own safety, and to save you gas money. I’d worry if you drove me home, then turned around to drive back. Plus, you have class tomorrow. Why make an extra trip?”

I lift both my brows because my reasoning is sound. I’m proud of myself for sticking to the facts and not mentioning how I can’t wait to fuck her on my king-size bed.

“My brother and sister—”

“Are spending the night with your neighbor. What’s your other excuse?”

I smirk when she puffs a breath in obvious defeat. “Fine,” she sighs, though I sense her excitement by the way her fingers drum against my chest. “You win.”

Her words are music to my ears. “Remember, you said that. Not me.”