Page 16 of Spicy Stuff
"I'm feeling kind of full myself," he said, handing the menu back to the waiter. "Just the check, please."
Laney pouted at him and he fought the urge to roll his eyes. If she'd wanted dessert she should have said so. And he didn't want to spend any more time with her than he had to at this point.
Pay the check, get her out to the car. Make awkward conversation on the way to her house.That was his plan. It wasn’t Laney’s.
"So, we're done a little early," she said flirtatiously as he walked her up to her door. "Want to come inside for a cup of coffee... or some dessert..."
For a moment he seriously considered going inside just to get laid. It had been... hell, it had been months since the last time he'd been with a woman and that had been the night of a drunken bar crawl with some of his buddies when his divorce was finalized. He could barely remember it. But then he'd feel obligated to go out with her again...
"No thanks," he said. "Have a good night."
"Will you call me?" Now she was looking up at him with big eyes, but she didn't actually look sad. Just a little disappointed.
He hesitated and then decided to go for the truth. "I'm sorry, Laney, I like you and you're a great woman, but there's just no spark for me."
To his relief she didn't pout, instead she let out a little sigh and shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah... I guess I should have realized that considering that you've never even given me a goodnight kiss. Oh well. Have a nice night, Rick."
"Thanks, you too."
Somewhat bemused, he headed back to his car, checking his watch on the way. Wow. They really had rushed through that date, it was almost an hour and a half earlier than the time he normally got home. Reaching into his pocket to grab his phoneto let Lucy, his babysitter, know that he was coming back early, he cursed when he realized it was out of battery.
A quick search of his car turned up one of Jordan's snack packs that he must have thrown on the floor at some point, but no car charger. Oh well. He'd always texted Lucy when he was on his way back, ever since there had been a series of break-ins in their neighborhood so that she didn't get freaked when someone came through the front door.
Lucy had been babysitting Jordan for the past three years. She'd been eighteen when he and Clarissa moved in, still living with her parents and going to community college. Next year she'd be going to the local university and still living at home to save money. Thank goodness or he'd have to go looking for a new sitter.
If he'd been a younger single man when he'd first moved in, he probably would have had the hots for the cute girl next door. While she wasn't a knockout, or even the kind of girl that made heads turn, she had a wide smile,firm curves, and short brown hair that bounced around her chin when she walked. She was the kind of girl a guy would feel immediately comfortable with and then he'd notice her soft pink lips, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, and the innocently seductive sway of her hips. Clarissa had occasionally made snide comments, because Lucy wasn't a perfect size two, but he'd always defended her—and secretly wished that Clarissa would take the hint that he didn't mind a few curves. Maybe more than a few. He'd loved Clarissa, but even before she'd gotten pregnant with Jordan, he'd realized that they may have moved too fast. They hadn't even really lived together before getting married and her body/looks obsession had suddenly become clear once they were. More than once he'd enjoyed getting an eyeful of the girl next door, enjoying her natural good looks and her aura of cheerful confidence.
Being ten years older than her made him feel like a dirty old man when he checked her out, but fortunately Lucy had never seemed to notice. And Jordan just adored her. She came over to play with him sometimes even when she wasn't babysitting, giving Rick plenty of time to indulge in dirty fantasies. Unfortunately Lucy had never indicated that she noticed him at all, she was all about Jordan.
Or maybe that was fortunate. Dirty old man. He laughed at himself. Like a hot young thing like Lucy would have any interest in a thirty-one-year-old divorcé with a three-year-old.Keep dreaming.
The house was mostly dark when he pulled up, which meant that Jordan was behaving and sound asleep. Lucy was probably in the television room, watching a movie.
Grabbing the snack pack he'd found, Rick headed up the front walk and unlocked the door. To his surprise, he didn't hear any noise at all, which is what he would have expected had Lucy been watching a movie. Frowning, he walked into the hallway. From the bottom of the stairs he was able to see into the back of the house. The kitchen light was on but there was no one in there.
Maybe Jordan wasn't behaving as well as he thought and Lucy was having to read him a story or something. Lately Jordan had been fighting bedtime. Smiling in amusement, Rick headed up the stairs to see if he could help.
The sound of a low moan when he reached the top of the stairs made him frown in surprise. Jordan’s door was firmly shut, but his own bedroom door was open just a crack and light was shining through.
“Ooooo…”
It was a sound he hadn’t heard in a long time. Months. Low, sultry. He found himself moving without thinking, as if it was a siren’s call beckoning him onward to certain destruction. Blood pounded in his head and he felt his cock twitch in response, the instinctive physical reaction of a male to passion in a female’s voice.
He was only a step away from the door when he heard his name and any reservations he’d had left were wiped away in pure, unadulterated lust as the blood in his groin surged and his cock hardened to the point of being almost painful. It had been far too long since he’d heard a woman say his name like that.
A gasp. “Oooooo… Oh god… Rick… please….”
Rick pressed against the door and it swung open.
The vision before him would be seared into his brain for the rest of his days. Directly across the room from him, laid back on his bed with her thighs spread wide, knees pointed at the ceiling and feet firmly planted on the mattress, was Lucy as he’d never seen her before. She wasn’t wearing a single stitch of clothing. The roundness of her breasts, the pert dusky dark pink of her upright nipples, the creaminess of her thighs, his mind catalogued all of it in the time it took to draw a shocked breath. Both hands were busily moving between her thighs. The one shoving a plastic dildo in and out of her glistening cunt, the pouting pink lips shaved completely bare, just a small thatch of hair on her mound, was almost obscured by her other hand as it played with her swollen clit.
In the time it took for her to realize that she was no longer alone in the room, the smell of her arousal had hit Rick’s nose and joined the visual in going straight to the primitive side of his brain. He was halfway across the room, cock throbbing with need, before he even realized he was moving.
It was her shriek that stopped him, and he jerked his eyes up away from her delectable pussy and to her face as she sat up, her hands flying to her breasts, shielding herself from his view. They stared at each other for a long moment as they both tried to compose themselves.
“You’re home early!” Lucy squeaked, her pretty face going from bright pink to a darker red. “You didn’t text.” It was almost accusatory the way she said it.
“My phone died,” he explained, his hand going to his pocket and patting it.
