Page 7 of Hot Chicken

My hand slips down inside my athletic shorts to give my stiffening cock a firm stroke. Picturing Ellie bent over the oven, the globes of her ass teasing me from within those tiny tattered shorts, has me growing harder still. I can’t help but imagine coming up behind her, sliding her pants down to stroke her soft skin.

Would she moan when I slid inside her? Ellie looks like she’d be vocal. However, I might think this because her eyes were always doing all of the talking.

I’d love to listen as her rapture overtakes her. But I’m certain with Ellie, it’d be genuine. Not the act many women put on thinking it’s what a man wants to hear. She doesn’t strike me as one to put on a show. My hand tightens around my dick, mimicking the feel of her tight, curvy body wrapped around my cock as I thrust in and out of her from behind.

Cupping my balls with one hand, I tug more aggressively on my shaft. It’s been a long while since I’ve enjoyed a woman’s touch. It’d be easy to blame my current state on pent-up frustration. Yet I know the truth. Even as a teen, I’d secretly dream of Ellie on her knees, her pink lips wrapped around my dick as I jacked off at night. Imagining those magnetic eyes looking up at me would always set me off. I’d have to remember that if the opportunity ever presented itself.

Look away if you don’t want to come.

I can’t help but roll my eyes. Like the chance of Ellie sucking my cock is a possibility.If only.Beating my dick more forcefully, I envision dropping to my knees behind her to drag my tongue along her slit. Fuck, I bet she tastes sweet. I’d want to give her as much pleasure as possible because I know I wouldn’t last long once I was inside her. But something tells me that little temptress would just get me hard again and keep me that way all night.

Visions of her back on her knees, beckoning me to come with her big green eyes has me erupting in my hand. The seductive way she touched her face as I stared at her earlier today comes to mind, and I can’t help but picture her wiping my come from her soft skin with the pads of her fingers.Hell. It’s like I’ve returned to horny teen Matt all over again.

I get up to clean myself off and succumb to a good night’s sleep. You got her out of your system. Now think about something else. Anything else.

But hell. Even thinking about her chicken makes me hard.

I rise with the sun and roll to see my alarm clock. 6:40 a.m.Damn. I need to be up to meet the day nurse so I can get to the construction site. Working before it gets too hot is a luxury.

Grabbing my shirt, I head toward the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. Does Mom even drink coffee anymore? I admit I haven’t paid as much attention to Harry’s morning routine as I probably should have.

Scratching my head, I shuffle toward Mom’s room, releasing a loud yawn. “Morning, Mom-” Her bed is empty. Hmm. Maybe she’s in the bathroom. I knock on the door, hoping not to startle her. “Mom?” No answer. I timidly open the door and realize this room is also empty. A sense of doom settles in as I quickly sprint to the kitchen and notice the front door is ajar.

“Shit!”

Chapter 9

Matt

“Fuck my life.” I’ve been here alone with her one fucking night, and I’ve already lost her. Grabbing for my phone, I quickly call Harry.

“Hell-”

“She’s gone. I woke up and went to her room, and she’s gone.” I hear shuffling on the other end of the line momentarily before Harry’s voice comes back across the receiver.

“What the hell, Matt?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was this bad. That she’d just wander off… I thought us staying the night was more to make sure she was safeinthe house. Like to make sure she ate and didn’t fall in the shower.”

“No. Itisthis bad. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in ages.” His exasperated exhale floats heavily through the line, and I feel like a sack of shit.

“I’m going to head through the neighborhood on foot. I’ll call the police and see if they can help. Just finish up your meeting.”

“No. I’m coming home to help look.”

“Well, look who was waiting for me at the curb,” Joyce croons as she walks in the front door with Mom on her arm. My mother is wearing the same floral night dress she wore when she went to bed last night. Her hair is matted, but otherwise, she looks no worse for wear.

“Oh, thank God,” I blurt, dropping onto the couch in relief.

“What?” Harry yells.

“Joyce walked in for duty, and Mom is with her. I’m so sorry, Harry.” The guilt and shame I feel are overwhelming. “I’ll come up with something to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

“Jesus. I nearly had a heart attack.”

God, I’m still trembling, unsettled by what just occurred. What if something had happened to her? How has he managed this by himself for so long? “Fuck.” I wince when I remember Joyce and my mother are listening to this.

“It’s okay. I should’ve been more upfront about how bad things have been. I guess I didn’t want to scare you.”

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