Age Gap Romance by Penny Wylder
6
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I breathe, as Russ shuts my bedroom door behind me. “There are so many people down there. Anyone could come back inside at any moment, decide they want to come up and use the bathroom…”
Russ silences my protests by pinning me against the bedroom door and kissing me, hard. His hands don’t hesitate, not now that we’re alone. They roam down my body, from my chest along my curves to my ass. His palms trace around to grip my ass tightly in two fists, and he pulls me up and against him, until I arch my whole body against his with a groan. Both of us are still wet from the pool, and his skin feels hot and slick against mine.
Not to mention the rock hard strain in his swimming trunks, begging to be released. God, his cock is already so fucking hard. How did he even manage to walk up the stairs without anyone noticing?
“It’s a good thing you’re used to being a good, quiet girl, then, isn’t it?” Russ asks me with a wicked grin. From the bedroom walls behind him, my old posters of the celebrities I grew up crushing on stare back at me, almost like they’re egging me on. Because if I could have gotten away with it back in college when I was home visiting on breaks, I would have hung Russ’s face right up there with them. He was every bit as much one of my forbidden crushes as those boy bands and famous actors were.
Maybe even more so, because I got to see him in person, even if we could never really touch outside of the proper hugs hello or goodbye at parties just like the one my parents are throwing downstairs.
Suddenly, it feels like that younger version of me, the one who dreamed of this moment for years, is roaring back to life. And I don’t’ care anymore how dangerous this could be, or what my father will do to both of us if he walks in on us right now. He’d fire Russ, yes. He’d probably fire me too, or maybe even go as far as to kick me out of the house. I don’t know for sure. I know he’d want to punish me, and even Mom’s placating influence could only go far if I really pushed him with something this forbidden.
I don’t care.
Russ is still watching me with that smile, waiting for a response. So I give it to him. I reach up and wrap both arms around his strong, muscular shoulders, and pull him down against me, as my mouth finds his again. I kiss him harder, desperately. As if I can transfer all my own fear and desire and want into this one kiss. His lips part against mine, and his tongue slips into my mouth, sliding against mine, wrestling for control.
He finds it again, easily. His hands slide down my curves, and with one swift tug, he lets the towel I’d wrapped around myself back by the poolside puddle at my feet. We’re practically naked now, only his swimming trunks and my skimpy bikini standing between our completely naked bodies.
It was one thing to fuck him in the stairwell at work, hard and fast, but still with practically all of our clothes on. It’s another to be able to take my time now. To trace my hands over his abs, counting each one with exploring fingers. To feel the way he crushes me against him and spins with me in his arms, toward the distant, narrow twin bed that I grew up sleeping in.
“I need you, Maggie,” he says, his voice a desperate growl that echoes my own white hot desire in this moment. It feeds my craving like a feedback loop, making the tight sensation between my legs, as my clit begins to physically ache with want, grow more insistent. Knowing that he wants me as much as I want him, that he’s thought about this as often as I have… I can’t explain the thrill I get from of that.
“You’ve got me,” I whisper, because damn the consequences, fuck how badly this will blow up in our faces if anyone finds out. I don’t care anymore.
Russ’s smile grows as soon as those words leave my mouth, and then he hoists me without warning against, earning a little squeak of protest from me as he sweeps my legs out from under me. But he doesn’t toss me into the deep end of a pool this time. He just lowers me gently onto my own bed, before he lies down on top of me, slowly, so I can savor every inch of his hot skin, still damp from the pool, as it sizzles against mine.
The bed really is tiny. I knew that, factually speaking. But it’s another thing to try to share it with another body. Some part of me dimly notes that I’ve never even hooked up with anyone, even someone my own age, in this bed. I was always too terrified of what my father would do if he caught us, even after I graduated from nursing school and returned back here full time. On the rare occasions when I have hooked up with guys in the past, I’ve always gone to their places to do it.
Which only makes this feel extra dirty and forbidden.
“You have no idea how hard it’s been to keep my hands off of you all night,” Russ murmurs against my neck, as his fingers trace down my sides to my hips. He flattens one hand against my belly and lets his fingertips toy with the hem of my panties. I suck in a sharp breath and try to concentrate on remembering to breathe.
It’s hard to do that whenever he’s around. Let alone when he’s touching me like this. “You didn’t manage all that well… during that game of chicken,” I point out, only losing my breath once during the whole sentence, and proud of myself for it.
His grin widens. “What can I say? I slipped.” He leans down to kiss me again, and I let my eyes flutter closed, my lips already parted in anticipation. But he only kisses the corner of my mouth, his lips tracing down the edge of my jawline next, and along it until he nips gently at the soft, sensitive spot where my ear meets the corner of my jaw.
I gasp again softly and arch up against him. When I do that, I can feel the press of his cock through his trunks, already stiff and ready for me, swollen with desire. I drop my hands, wrap them around his hips to grip his ass tightly. Fuck, he has a firm ass.
I drag him down against me and wriggle a little beneath him, so my belly presses against his cock.
He groans against the crook of my neck, and nips me again, a little harder this time. “Don’t make me leave a mark for your parents to wonder about on you…” There’s a teasing threat in his voice, and it sends a flutter straight to my belly.
“Russ… We really can’t let them catch us.” He’s been friends with my dad for a long time, yes, and he knows what his temper is like. But he has no idea how protective my father is about me, or how much this would set Dad off. Some part of me is still convinced Russ isn’t aware of what he’s getting into.
“Maggie.” He draws back from me, just far enough that my chest and stomach feel cold without the warm press of his body against me. I’m still a little damp from the pool, and it makes me shiver in the cool air of my room, goosebumps pricking along my limbs. But when he catches my eyes, I forget about that. I forget about everything but gazing into those deep pools of brown, his expression both sincere and slightly amused. “I know what I’m doing, Mags. I know what I want.”
Even before he says anything else, those words shiver through me, impossible to ignore.
“I want you. No matter what the risks are.” His voice is deep, filled with feeling. It makes me wonder if he really has thought about me for as long as I’ve been fantasizing about him. I know he said he’d thought about me like this before, but how often? How intensely?
The look in his eyes makes me want to find out.
“Russ…” He doesn’t let me ask, though. Not now. He silences me with another slow, intense kiss, one that has my breath coming short and my body arching up against him. At the same time, his fingers slip under my bikini bottoms, and his index finger traces circles across my freshly shaven mound. He grazes the edge of my clit, and I swallow hard against the moan that rises in my chest.
He takes his time tonight. His kisses are slow, deep. His fingers move slowly, too. He teases and taunts, tracing the edges of my pussy lips before he so much as lets a single finger enter my slit. As he continues to stroke and tease my pussy, his head dips again, and he begins to kiss his way down my chest, his tongue flicking out every now and then to taste my skin, leaving wet, warm patches and making me sigh with want.
“God, that mouth of yours…” I murmur at one point, when he finally reaches my chest, and he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue toying with the tip of it, making it stiffen between his lips.
He draws back just far enough to flash a knowing look up at me. “Wait until you see what this mouth can do to you,” he murmurs, a promise hidden behind his dark gaze. His hands take the chance to slide around under me, then, and he undoes the knots of my bikini to let it fall away entirely.
I lose track of time as he licks and sucks at my nipples, alternating between pinching the free one between his fingertips ever so gently, rolling the hard little nub just enough to make me twist beneath him, while his tongue laps at my other breast. Then he switches, back and forth until the sensation has started to build toward a kind of peak inside me, a type of orgasm I never even knew was possible.
I’m breathing hard, barely able to contain myself, before Russ flashes me a sly look once more. “I love watching you come undone,” he murmurs softly, his breath heating my wet skin.
Then he starts to kiss lower. Down and under my breasts, nipping at the plump undersides softly. “I love making you come undone,” he adds.
He dips down again and keeps moving, lower and lower, nipping at my belly, and then grasping the corner of my bikini bottoms in between his teeth. With one sharp, practiced motion, he tugs those down. They peel away from my pussy with a slick sound, leaving me exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. A shiver starts at the tip of my head and works itself through my body, all the way down to my toes and the tips of my fingers, which tingle from the sensation.
And he’s barely even getting started.
He keeps going, not releasing my bikini from his teeth, but peeling it all the way down my body with his mouth alone. When he finally tugs it off my feet, I expect him to slide back up and warm me with his presence again. Instead, he picks up one of my legs and gently kisses the soft skin at the spot where my ankle meets my foot. His tongue lashes out, traces hot trails over me. He kisses his way slowly up, up. Over one calf, all the way up to my knee, where his tongue licks the back of it.
I shiver, my breath shuddering in my lungs. “That… mouth again,” I manage breathily.
He grins. “I want to taste every inch of you, little one.” With that, he lowers my leg back to the bed, switches to the other side, and does the same thing over, slow and steady. I could lose my mind from this treatment alone. From the pleasure of his hot mouth against me, and the alternating chills that race through my body as he kisses, licks, sucks, teases me. Finally, slowly, he makes his way back up to my thighs, which he parts gently. His hands reach up to grip my ass, and I obey the silent command, arching up against him.
Still, he moves slow. His tongue traces the crease where my thigh meets my hip, first one and then the next. His lips come back to trail across my mound, and he smiles against me, his lips touching my skin. “Nice and shaved for me,” he says softly. “I like that.”
I reach down, tentative at first, almost afraid to break this spell. But as he keeps moving, kissing lower, until his tongue brushes along the outer lips of my pussy, I can’t resist any longer. I bury my hands in his hair, enjoying the thick, full feeling of it, and how soft it feels between my fingertips.
He presses his mouth fully against my pussy, as if he’s kissing it, the same way he kisses my mouth, hard and fast. I gasp and let my head fall back against the cushions of the bed. One glance down at him between my legs reminds me of earlier in the pool. The way he balanced me on his back.
The way he touched me with my parents just a couple feet away. Like he’s doing now.
But the thought, far from taking me out of the moment or worrying me, only adds to the fire. This is me taking back control of my own life. This is me doing what’s best for me, and damn the consequences or what anyone else thinks.
Russ’s tongue parts my pussy lips and delves between them, thick and strong. Exploring. He trails it all the way along my slit, and I can already tell that I’m soaking wet, but he leans back to comment anyway, heat and amusement both dancing in those dark eyes. “God, I love how wet you get for me, Maggie. Tell me, are you this wet when you fantasize about me at night?”
“Every night,” I breathe, my cheeks flushing from the admission, not to mention the dirty words. But I might as well admit it. It’s true.
His grin widens. “You have no idea how hard it makes me to hear about that. About you touching yourself, thinking of me…”
“Sometimes…” My voice catches, and he pauses for a moment to watch me. I swallow hard. “Sometimes I use a vibrator too. When I think about you.”
He leans back in to lick me again, hard and fast, just once, his tongue lapping across me like an ice cream cone in a flavor he adores. “Tell me more,” he commands, his breath hot against my sensitive pussy, and it’s not the kind of command I can ignore.
I swallow around a lump in my throat. “I… I pictured us fucking right here in this room,” I murmur, my breath catching as his tongue reaches my clit, grazes over it in a way that makes my hips buck.
I tighten my grip on his hair, and he tightens his grip on my ass in return, his fingers leaving little marks dug into the soft skin of my ass. I want that. I want him to mark me. I want everyone to know I’m his.
“I pictured the way you’d know exactly how to pleasure me, even before I did. How you’d teach me about my body.”
“Like this, you mean, Maggie?” Russ presses his tongue inside me, then, and I cry out faintly at the feeling. His tongue parts my folds, presses deep into my pussy, easily. I’m soaked, and his tongue is so hot and wet. Fuck it feels incredible.
“I… yeah…” is all I can manage in response. He chuckles softly, and the vibration of him laughing makes my toes curl as I slowly raise my legs to drape them over his shoulders, hooking my ankles one around the other for balance. Something tells me I’ll need the extra help balancing for the next few minutes.
I’m right.
Russ eats my pussy like no one I’ve ever been with before. His tongue knows every spot, every trick and maneuver. He finds my G-spot easily with the tip, works at it while his hands knead my ass in a firm massage. Before I can even adjust to that, he moves again, pulling his tongue out to lap along me, and the way he licks and sucks at my clit, hard enough to build the excitement inside me, but never hard enough to let me reach a peak, at least not yet… well, it drives me wild.
Before long, I’ve forgotten all about staying silent, all about trying to behave. I’m just straight up begging. “Please, Russ. Please let me come.”
“You’ll come when I tell you to,” he breathes against me. “Not before.”
It’s torture. Beautiful, amazing, agonizing torture. His tongue licks me right up to the edge and then moves to a new spot, before I can finish. Finally, I’m panting for breath.
“Please, please,” I’m gasping, only vaguely aware that my mouth is even moving. All I want, all I need, with every fiber of my being, is to come. To come with this man’s tongue in my pussy.
“Okay, Maggie.” His eyes find mine again, and the sight of him looking up at me like that, kneeling between my legs, filled with desire, drives me wild. “Come for me.” Then his tongue presses into me again, hard and fast, and he’s licking me without any sense of control.
It only takes a few seconds. The orgasm has been building in me for almost an hour, practically since the moment he first hauled me onto his shoulders to play chicken in the pool. I let out a weak, strained cry as the peak sweeps through me, and my vision swims in and out, colors dancing on the edges of my vision.
“Again,” he orders, almost before the convulsing in my pussy and the racing adrenaline in my veins has even faded. But then his mouth is on me again, and this time his tongue laps over my clit, gently but firmly, making the already sensitive spot throb and ache.
My breath hitches, my hands fist in his hair, so tightly I’m sure it’s hurting him, but he doesn’t protest, which is good, because I doubt I could make myself stop. I come with a faint, distant cry, even weaker than the first one, which is probably a good thing, because again, I’d forgotten all about being silent.
My body shakes, twitches with the aftershocks of the orgasm. Russ draws away from me, and my pussy feels suddenly cold without his mouth clamped over it. But he’s already moving, thank god, leaning down along me, sliding back up my body until we’re nose to nose.
“You are a fucking wonder,” he breathes. He kisses me again, and I can taste myself on his lips, the salty sweet scent mingled with Russ’s own smell, a musky, masculine one that drives me wild.
His cock rests along my inner thigh, rock hard, thick and veined. When I shift my hips against his, his cock jumps against me, twitching with the force of his desire.
I reach down and slowly, gently, grasp the base of his cock in my fist. I draw him toward my entrance, my legs already spread, though I spread them even farther now, wrapping them around his waist.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I breathe, my heart still pounding from the double orgasm, my body feeling both loose and liquid, and filled with fire all at once.
“As if I could resist you for another second, little one.” He bends to kiss me once more, and at the same time, gently presses his hips forward, the tip of his cock parting my pussy lips. He reaches down and peels my hand from his cock, guides himself inside me instead. When the tip presses into me, I gasp, but his mouth swallows the sound, hot and hard.
So I let myself go. I moan into his lips, feel a sharp sting as he gently nips my lower lip. The slight pain contrasted with the pleasure as his cock drives farther and farther into me, an inch at a time, spreading my pussy wide, making me ache to contain him… It’s enough to have me starving all over again, hungry for his release this time, as well as mine.
I remember how good it felt when he came in me last time. I want to feel that again.
Finally, he’s pressed all the way inside me, and for a moment, he pulls away from my lips to regard me, both of us studying the other, our naked bodies pressed together for the first time, every muscle of his digging into every soft curve of mine. “I love this tight, wet pussy of yours,” he breathes, the dirty words only making my belly curl with pleasure.
He pulls out, just a little, and thrusts right back in again, filling me once more, making me feel deliciously stuffed.
“I love every inch of your gorgeous body.” His hands trace up my sides to my hips, waist, chest. Finally, one hand comes to rest along my cheek, and he tilts my face to his, kisses me again, softer this time, slower.
“I love feeling you inside me,” I murmur against his mouth when we break apart once more. “I feel so fucking full.”
The corner of his mouth quirks in a faint smile. He draws out of me again, a little farther this time, and thrusts back in. “I fucking love it too. How tight you feel around me…”
In response, I tighten my pussy, squeeze around him. He lets out a faint groan of appreciation and draws out once more. Thrusts in again. He’s starting to move faster, to build up a rhythm. My hands slide up and around his shoulders of their own accord, my fingers wrapped around his taut muscles. I dig in, hold on, as he starts to thrust faster, harder.
“God you are fucking perfect, Maggie,” he groans.
I can’t even respond, because I’m too lost in the feel of him. The thick push of his cock deep inside me. The way he smells in this moment, all heat and sex. The heat that’s building within me in response, even in spite of the two orgasms he gave me. It makes me wonder how many of those I could possibly have in one night. It makes me eager to find out. The longer I can stay with him, feeling this, the better.
Russ reaches down to grasp my ass, pulling me up and against him more firmly. I gasp, because at this angle, the tip of his cock, curved ever so slightly upward, drags along my inner wall, brushing over my G-spot with every thrust.
“That’s it, little one,” Russ murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine, tracing down over my body and back up again, like he can’t get enough of the sight of me either, spread out beneath him, at his mercy like this.
Not going to lie, I can sympathize. I can’t stop looking him over, either. This firm strong body that I spent so many nights dreaming about fucking me, just like this.
“I want to feel you come on my cock,” he says softly, but firmly, like it’s another of his commands. Even just the way he says them, like someone who’s accustomed to being obeyed, makes me feel hotter, wetter with want.
Who knew I’d like being bossed around in bed? But I do. “Yes, sir,” I breathe, and his eyes flash in response, desire and heat obvious within them.
He arches back to drive into me, then, fucking me harder, faster. It makes me lose control just as fast. My clit was already sensitive from coming earlier. It doesn’t take long to get me back near the peak once more, especially the way Russ moves, his cock knowing just the way to fuck an orgasm out of me.
“Come for me,” he orders again, and I can’t disobey.
I cry out, as my toes curl, and arch up against him with pleasure. He moves, a split second too late, to clamp a hand over my mouth and muffle the sound. I shudder, too late realizing how loud that was. But I’m lost in the orgasm now, the pleasure that sweeps through me. I can feel my pussy tighten and convulse around his cock, squeezing him like a fist.
A moment later, with strong, firm hands, he flips me around underneath him, until my face is buried in my own pillow. He drives into me, hard and fast, then, and with a guttural growl, he comes deep inside me, making me gasp with pleasure as white hot cum spills from him, pumps inside me.
When he finally draws out of me once more, a thin dribble traces down my inner thigh. He lets go of my hips, and I flop onto my side on the bed, my limbs glistening with sweat, spent. He’s about to lie down beside me, when he hesitates.
A second later, I realize why. His head jerks toward the hallway, and we both tense.
“Maggie?” It’s Dad. The knob of my door jiggles as he tests it. But it’s locked. Thank god we remembered to lock it. “Is everything all right? I heard a scream.”
My whole body blushes, all the way from my toes to the top of my head. “Uh… fine. I just tripped,” I lie quickly, shooting panicked glances at Russ.
For his part, the bastard just looks smugly amused with himself. Like he doesn’t mind that I just almost blew our cover and got us both murdered by my father.
“I’ll be back down in a second,” I yell again, when Dad’s footsteps don’t retreat. “I’m just getting changed.”
“All right,” he responds. Still, there’s another long pause, before he finally walks back down the hall once more. Neither of us move until the stairs creak, the telltale third step groaning beneath Dad’s weight, telling us he’s back downstairs once more.
“Fuck,” I groan, collapsing against Russ.
He bursts into laughter, then, and wraps his arms around me. With one gentle finger, he tilts my face back until I’m forced to look up at him, my eyes narrowed.
“It’s not funny,” I protest. “He would have killed us.”
“It’s a little funny,” he replies. “And I’m pretty sure I could give him a run for his money.”
I groan and roll my eyes, but I let him lean in and kiss me softly.
“If you’re having regrets about this, Maggie, you can tell me,” Russ murmurs, when he draws back from the kiss, his worried eyes fixed on mine.
A guilty, unpleasant sensation tugs at my chest. “It’s not that. I don’t regret doing this.” I really don’t. “Just… I don’t want to make anything harder. For either of us. And I really don’t want to fuck up your entire life.” I search his eyes. He opens his mouth, but I hold up a hand to stave him off. “I know you said you don’t mind if you get fired. That you have other options. But I would hate to be the reason you had to implement them against your wishes. Even if you were alright with it in the end… I can’t help but worry that at some point down the road, you’d start to resent me for it.”
His eyes search mine right back. “Would you resent me if you lost your job at the hospital?” he asks, one eyebrow lifted. He’s quick to add, “It’s all right if you think you would be. I’d rather us be honest and open with one another.”
My cheeks flare red again, though less intensely than when my father almost walked in on me post-fuck a minute ago. “It’s not that. I mean, I don’t even like my job right now. Though…” I hesitate and chew on my lower lip. “Thank you for talking to Dad about it. For trying to convince him he should let me have a normal patient roster again.”
“Of course. Any time.” Russ’s forehead creases. He’s clearly trying to figure out what I’m not saying. What really makes me so nervous about pissing off my father.
I groan and sink back against my bed. After a moment’s hesitation, he lies down alongside me, and loops one arm around my waist. I snuggle into him, grateful for his warmth, not to mention his strong, comforting presence. It makes it easier to say what’s on my mind. “I want to make a difference in the world,” I say softly. “And I’m afraid that I can’t do that from here… but Dad could ruin my chances to do it from anywhere. You know how much clout he has. He could…” get me blackballed from Doctors Without Borders, a part of me finishes. But it’s hard to admit even that much out loud. Russ has never traveled or worked anywhere except right at Dad’s side. Somehow, admitting my deepest desire proves harder than I expected. “He could ruin my future chances anywhere else, too,” I finally settle on saying.
Russ’s chest rises and falls in a deep sigh. “I can understand that. You have ambition, Maggie. Not to mention a huge heart.” He lifts a strand of my hair and twirls it around one of his fingers. “It’s why I don’t want to let you go, Mags. Because I love that about you.”
My heart twists in my chest, a little too painfully aware of how close that is to another three little words. Words that might break me, at this point. But he doesn’t say them. He just sits in silence, watching me. Waiting to see what I want to do.
Finally, I lean up and kiss him, soft and sweet this time. And I settle on the truth. “I don’t want to let you go, either…” I admit in a low whisper.
As bad as this idea is, as crazy as us trying to be together seems…right now, he is exactly who I want.
