Page 99 of Rare Blend
She giggles and then sneaks her hand back to my belt, her dainty fingers working at it much rougher than I thought possible. My dick, with a mind of his own, stands at full attention for her.
I should stop her. I don’t want this moment to be about me. But my resolve is gone.
Her hand edges my boxer briefs before sliding inside.
“Holy shit,” she exclaims, causing my brain to short-circuit as she wraps her hand around my cock. “I knew you were decently sized, but I didn’t know you werethisbig.”
My ego inflates tenfold.
“I hate to break it to you,” she says, as if I can concentrate on her words when she’s pumping my cock. “But there’s no way thisthing is fitting inside of my mouth.” She brushes her thumb over the tip, spreading around my bead of pre-cum.
“We could skip your mouth and go straight for your pussy,” I joke. Which I immediately regret, because I shouldn’t push my luck.
She laughs. “Definitely not fitting in there.”
Oh, it’ll fit.
This tease of a woman is going to be the death of me. I grab her, cupping her face, and kiss her roughly. She moans into my mouth, pumping my cock faster.
I’m so close to coming. I should be embarrassed that I’ll blow my load faster than I think I ever have before, but I don’t give a single fuck. I’ve wanted Marisa for so long, my body has been primed for her, just waiting to be touched by her and only her.
Metal panels rattle together at the far end of the cellar. Marisa throws herself off me, and I swiftly tuck my dick back in my pants. Slowly, the cellar fills with light as each panel of the roll-up door moves up the track.
In the darkness, it felt like we were in a haven, separated from the real world, but as the harsh light descends, reality sets in. Marisa is working on adjusting and smoothing her clothes, erasing all evidence of me. She finger-combs her hair and swipes her thumb along the edges of her lips. She won’t even look at me.
Fuck.
“Gavin to the rescue!” Gavin shouts as he walks through the opening.
Marisa scrambles out of my shirt, tossing it at me as she steps away, putting a noticeable gap between us. She may as well be somewhere else entirely. When Gavin gets close enough to see us, there’s no mistaking how we look. Marisa can try to hide the evidence, but it’s obvious what we were doing.
He makes eye contact with me, wearing a shit-eating grin.
Definitely obvious.
“I guess it’s time to put the man-door in that we’ve been discussing for years, huh?”
“Seems like it,” I agree absentmindedly.
We walk out, and my eyes squint from the harsh daylight. It’s a cloudy, dull day, but I still need some time for my vision to adjust. I look at Marisa, and she’s using her hand to shield some of the light away from her eyes.
“What caused the power outage?” she asks Gavin.
He shrugs, shaking his head. “Probably a blown transformer like I said, but it’s not just us. The whole mountain is without power.”
It’s a cool forty degrees with a northern breeze that chills right to the bone. And it’s only going to get colder once the sun goes down.
“I should head back,” Marisa states, already on the rounded path that leads back up to the winery.
I look at Gavin and nudge my head, indicating to give us some privacy. He bites his lip, holding back a laugh. Motherfucker. I’m never going to hear the end of this. But he does at least have the decency to turn around and walk the few hundred yards back to his truck.
“Marisa, wait,” I call out.
She’s already walked surprisingly far, so I do a half-jog to catch up to her.
She pauses, turning to me with a cheery smile. “What’s up?”
She’s going to try to pretend nothing happened.
