A kiss for the babysitter

Alex put down the phone, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath while he tried to calm himself. There were few things as frustrating as a conversation where one person was doing nothing but yelling and the other had to sit there and take it. His wife had been the yeller. Alex had been sitting there and taking it.

“Everything all right?”

Alex wiped a hand across his brow and turned toward the living room, where Lacey was watching the snow fall.

“It’s fine,” he lied. “How’s my little guy?”

“Asleep already,” Lacey said. “I just tucked him in while you were on the phone.”

Alex nodded absently as he stared out the window. The snow was coming faster and heavier than they had predicted. The roads were already closed, which meant that his wife was stuck at her conference two hours away, and the babysitter was stuck here with him tonight. Thus the yelling.

“So it sounds like your wife was pretty upset about something.”

He turned toward Lacey and gave her a good look. She had made herself comfortable, given that she was surely going nowhere this evening; she was sitting on the sofa with her feet curled underneath. Her thin hoodie draped loosely and revealed more of her chest than Alex had seen before. She had the blessing of youth, and youth had been extra generous with this one.

Alex let out a long sigh. “She’s not…she’s not happy you’re staying over.”

“Oh. Well, I can still try to go home, I guess….”

“No, no, of course not,” he said. “The roads are terrible. I barely made it home myself.”

“So you want me to spend the night.”

“I, uh, well…yeah, I think that would be for the best.”

She stared at him for a long moment, a half-smile slowly appearing in the corner of her mouth, like he was a puzzle she was just figuring out. Then she rose from the sofa and went to him. Slowly. Deliberately. Letting him get a good long look as she moved close enough to touch. Close enough to smell her faint perfume. Close enough to practically feel the heat of her body.

Lacey leaned in and gave him a quick kiss, then another that wasn’t quite so quick. Her lips were soft and warm, and Alex felt his pulse begin to race as she slowly drew her mouth away.

“What was that for?”

“If your wife’s angry with you anyway, we might as well make it worth it,” she said. “Hardly seems fair otherwise.”

He tried to ignore the stiffening in his jeans. “I don’t know what you mean,” he muttered, not daring to let his gaze linger another moment on her.

“I think you do,” she said, reaching for him. She took his hand between hers and held it to her chest. “She’s afraid we’re going to fool around a little.”

He swallowed hard and tried to use his force of will to make his looming hard-on disappear. “She’s afraid of more than a little kiss, believe me.”

She turned his hand over and ran her fingers across his skin, then lowered her lips and softly kissed him on the knuckles. “In that case,” she said quietly, “let’s really make it worth it.” She turned his hand over so that his palm was facing her, and pressed it to her chest, cupping her breast with his hand. She squeezed her hand over his, as if she needed to show him what to do.

She didn’t. Lacey’s hoodie was thin, and she was going without a bra. He could feel her nipple stiffening as he massaged her. It had been a long time — too long — since he’d touched a woman like that, and Alex felt a thrill go through him like lightning.

“I like your hands on me,” she said. She moved even closer, and Alex’s free hand slipped around her almost of its own accord. He was holding her body against his like they were made to fit together, and Lacey slid one hand up under his shirt. He could hear her breath quick in his ear and a jolt of electricity went all through him as her tongue flickered against his cheek.

“Are we really doing this?” he asked, his voice little more than a whisper now.

“I’ve wanted to for so long,” she said. “Ever since that first night you hired me. I felt something between us. Didn’t you?”

“Of course I did. You’re such a beautiful girl, so smart, so attractive. It’s just…you know…all of this,” he trailed off, waving his hand at the house around him, as if to show his unhappy marriage, his regrettable commitments, his everyday despair.

“I don’t care about any of that,” she said. “None of it matters now,” she said. “You kissed me. You’ve felt me up.” She let her hand trail down his chest, across his belly, and down to his groin. She grasped him through his jeans like he belonged to her. “And look how hard I made you.”

It was no lie. His raging hard-on gave it away even if he had wanted to deny it.

Lacey undid the button of his jeans and slowly started to unzip him. “I think,” she said, as the zipper reached its end and she began to pull down his jeans, “that we need to take care of this.” She grasped him again through his boxers, sliding her hand all along his length, then let her hand slip under his waistband.

A soft groan escaped from Alex’s throat, almost like he was in pain. It was like he finally understood how much he’d wanted — how much he’d needed — to have a woman touch him, especially a woman as beautiful as Lacey was.

“I hope you don’t think I’m too naughty,” she whispered, clenching him as hard as she could as she kissed his cheek. “But I want your cock in my mouth. Right now.”

She didn’t wait for his answer. Instead, she quickly pulled off her hoodie and threw it to the floor, leaving her in nothing but sweatshorts.

“Goddamn.” Alex felt his cock pulse strongly as he took in a look for the first time. Lacey’s breasts were small, but perfect, with nipples that needed to be between his lips and bathed by his tongue.

Lacey’s breasts would have to wait, however. She knelt in front of him and worked his underwear down, nearly getting smacked in the face by his cock as it leaped free of his boxers.

She giggled, but then grew immediately serious as she took him in hand again. “That’s a nice one,” she murmured. “Big and hard,” she added, softly encircling his rod and sliding her hand back and forth. “Just how I like.”

She leaned forward and kissed the tip, sending a shiver all through Alex, then opened wide and rushed him into her mouth.

Oh, fuck, Alex thought.

He nearly blew his load from the get-go once he felt her mouth surround him. It was almost too exciting to watch, but at the same time was too arousing not to. Lacey had such a sweet, innocent face that it felt almost sinful having his cock in her mouth.

The saving grace, as it were, was that she was into it. He watched as she let his stiff cock slip out of her mouth and rubbed the head of his rod all over her mouth. Her tongue shot out and she roughly licked him all up and down the shaft, then swallowed him up again. Alex hadn’t forced her, hadn’t said a word to her; she had done it all herself. Like she enjoyed it.

Goddamn. It was terrific, but it was getting to be too much, too fast. He took Lacey’s face between his hands and gently pushed her away. When she looked up at him, her mouth was smeared with saliva.

“Lacey, you’ve gotta stop.”

Her eyes crinkled with a smile as she rushed him back in and sucked harder.

“Lacey, seriously,” Alex muttered, clenching his teeth. “Stop.”

She slowly drew her head back, letting him slide out and leaving a strand of spittle dangling from her lower lip. “Why? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Of course it does,” he said. “It’s fantastic. But I want more.”

“More than my lips around your cock?”

“More.”

Her smile was unexpectedly wicked. “Tell me what you want,” she said, still stroking him. “I want you to say it. I want to hear the words.”

He swallowed hard and gritted his teeth. Her touch was driving him wild, but he wasn’t ready to let himself go just yet. “I want to be inside you,” he said. “To make love. To fuck.”

She kissed the head of his cock, letting her mouth linger there. He felt the press of her tongue against him, warm and wet.

“Are you sure about that? There’s no going back after that.”

“I’m sure. I’ve never been so sure.” There were so many ways he wanted to have her, so many ways he wanted to make her his own. One day he would let himself lose control and pour himself down her throat. But he also wanted to taste her, to make her squeal as he buried her tongue within. He wanted to spray himself all over her body, to cover her lips, her chest, her ass with his cum like he was a wolf marking territory. Now, however, what he wanted most of all was be inside her. To put himself in her deepest, most intimate place.

“Well, okay then.” Lacey took his hand as she arose from the rug and eased herself onto the couch. Alex reached for her panties as she lifted her hips, and he pulled them off and tossed them aside like a man who could barely wait any longer.

Lacey opened herself to him, spreading her thighs apart and unconsciously licking her lips before she spoke.

“Come to me, Alex,” she whispered.

He undressed quickly, tossing one item after another aside, adding to the collage of discarded clothing on the rug. His gaze, however, was fixated on Lacey: her flawless skin, her breasts still firm, her pussy hair trimmed into a landing strip, leading the way. She was at the age where she looked amazing without needing to do anything, and Alex felt his cock pulse with anticipation as he kicked his jeans aside.

Lacey grabbed his rod as he knelt in front of her. She teased herself first, sliding the head of his cock slowly up and down between her lips, slickening him with her essence.

“This is going to be so good,” she murmured. Her breath was heavy now, and Alex heard a little tremor in her voice, as if she were nervous but still wanted him oh-so-badly. She pushed the head of his cock low until he nudged apart the folds of flesh and began to slip inside. “Give it to me,” Lacey whispered.

She gasped as he filled her, but she put her arms around him and pulled him close. He pushed himself inside her entirely, feeding her his full length, inch by delicious inch. When their bellies met, Alex let out a sigh of pleasure that surprised even him, it had been so long since he’d felt that way. Sliding into Lacy was like coming home. He fit into her like he’d never experienced with any other woman. Like he was supposed to be there.

He began to rock his hips, working himself in and out of her, each thrust earning him a sweet little moan from Lacey. He grabbed her by the buttocks, pulling her close as he pushed in, pausing to grind against her at his deepest.

Some women — some women he knew well, in fact — just laid there like mannequins during sex. Lacey was not one of those women. Her hands were all over him while he was fucking her, sliding down his back to cup his ass cheeks and urge him on; clenching his hip at the end of a good thrust; even slipping down to her pussy to catch his cock between her fingers as it slid in and out of her. Her mouth strayed from his only to suck on his throat or bite his earlobe, and her ankles were hooked together behind him. She wasn’t letting him get away.

It was all he could do to keep from erupting inside her on every stroke. Alex hadn’t had sex like this in years. Actually, scratch that — he hadn’t had sex like this ever. Even fifteen years younger, he’d never had a girl like this. Lacey was gorgeous, fun, and naughty in all the right ways, from what he’d seen. Practically perfect. And making love to her like this was, well, more perfect than perfect.

He could feel himself getting close, like a tidal wave was rising up that would soon wash away everything. Every thrust, every movement that put him deep within her pussy, felt too good to stop and almost too good to continue. Almost.

“Get ready,” Alex muttered, when he realized that he was very quickly losing control. “I’m going to come on your tummy.”

“No. Not for our first time,” she said, kissing him on the side of the neck. “I want to feel you inside me. Just let yourself go. Come as hard as you can.”

She moved her mouth to his and kissed him deeply, lashing his tongue with hers. At the same time, she hooked her legs around him and brought one hand to his side, clutching his hip as if he needed a guide.

He did not. If there was one thing he needed no help with at that moment, it was burying his cock inside Lacey. With every thrust, Alex’s defenses crumbled a bit more, and though he’d fought hard to hold on, in the end there was no way he could slow down his climax any longer. The wave built within him, flooding out every other sense he had until he was nearly deaf and blind to every sensation other than the pleasure of feeling her pussy around his rod.

Lacey was a screamer, as it turned out. Maybe it was from the excitement of fucking for the first time, or from knowing how wrong this all was, or maybe Alex really was too big for such a petite girl, but as he surrendered and let the lust overwhelm him, her cries filled the room.

He filled her entirely on each stroke, and she clutched at him like he really was her man, now and forever. When he felt himself coming, Alex buried his cock within her deeper than ever before, practically pinning her to the sofa and joining her in a scream of passion.

Nothing mattered in that moment. Nothing. Not their shared juices which were surely going to stain the couch cushions. Not his cranky wife, hours away in a shitty hotel. Not even his son, hopefully still asleep upstairs. The only thing Alex cared about at that moment was the taste of Lacey’s tongue on his, the warmth of her pussy around him, and the strength of her embrace.

They stayed like that for a long time, just kissing and caressing, before Alex finally withdrew himself, only reluctantly slipping from her warmth. He knelt on the rug before her and placed one kiss after another across her thighs, her belly, her hips.

They didn’t speak, but she took his hand and held it tightly. She was in no rush to cover herself, he was glad to see. She looked a little more messed up than usual, and a whole lot less innocent, but maybe even more beautiful than she’d ever been.

Alex came up to the sofa and collapsed next to her. She cuddled next to him, pressing herself close, and raised her face to look at him.

Gorgeous, he thought.

“Lacey — “

Buzzzzz.

His phone was on the coffee table, vibrating like an overturned bug. Alex didn’t need to see the screen to know who it was, and like Lacey had said, it didn’t matter now. He ignored the phone and pulled Lacey onto his lap. She straddled him, rubbing herself against him, and he could feel his cum seeping out of her.

It was going to be a mess. Glorious, and totally worth it, but a mess nonetheless.

In fact, after everything they’d done this evening, Alex was probably headed for the biggest mess he’d ever had in his life. But as long as he had Lacey at his side, he had a feeling that everything was going to turn out all right.

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~ laura