2. Kevin

KEVIN

CJ drove the speed limit, pulling into a driveway flanked by trees. As we followed the curve around the bend, a large gray and white Victorian farmhouse with a sculptured facade and fancy white verandas revealed itself as the motion-sensor outside lighting flickered on. Holy cow. What did CJ do for a living? This place was over twice the size of my own twenty-one square foot, four-bedroom house.

He pulled into the first of the three garages near the house and hopped out of his vehicle. I stopped behind him and turned off my car. Was I really doing this? Yes, yes, I was. Whether I’d admitted it to myself or not, I’d come out because I wanted to be touched. That had been my subconscious plan all along and going to my house had never been a possibility. Where else could we go? One didn’t have a quick hook-up in an establishment like Rafters.

Seeing CJ staring curiously at me, I forced myself to move. I’d never realized until this moment that I’d always taken men home to my house because I was more comfortable there. But surely a guy who owned a residence like this wasn’t some sort of serial killer. Hopefully. Probably not.

The gorgeous man smiled at me, holding out his hand. “You ready to do this?”

I huffed, letting my palm slide into his. “Yeah, sorry. It’s been a while.”

His eyes softened, and he squeezed our clasped hands. “I’ll be gentle with ya. I promise.”

Then he turned and led me up to the front steps of the huge porch, keying in a passcode on the door and pushing it open. Holy shit. The charm of the outside of the large home was nothing compared to the opulence inside. We stepped onto white marble floors with an inlaid pattern of a black and gold design. Directly ahead was a circular stairwell that led upstairs to an open hallway. “This is breathtaking.”

CJ snorted his agreement while taking off his coat and throwing it on the floor. He immediately went to work unzipping my coat, tugging it off of me, and tossing it on top of his. “Okay, first, we should deal with that stain.”

Uh, what? Surely he didn’t really plan to…what? I opened my mouth to protest when he stepped closer—like at the bar—and unbuttoned my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders and down my arms as he removed the garment. As soon as it was off, he tossed it over his shoulder. “See, all done.” He winked. “I told you I’d get it off for you.”

My gaze flew to my shirt, then back to his face where he grinned adorably, completely amused. And it was, hell, he was charming. My own smile curved my lips. “So you did.”

CJ’s hands went to my stomach, and he walked his fingers up my torso like he had at the bar. “So you said you only had a little while before you had to be home. Do you want a drink, or should we?—”

I leaned up, clutching his shoulders, and slammed my mouth to his. I didn’t need to take it slow or be romanced. I wanted his dick in my ass or vice versa—I wasn’t picky—but I needed it to happen sooner than later. CJ didn’t hesitate, opening his mouth to mine in a hot clash of wet heat. We licked at each other like we were both starving, sucking and nipping on lips and tongues, our bodies moving until they were pressed tightly together. I felt his dick grow against me as we continued to maul each other right there by the front door. I clasped him harder, raising a bit on my toes to get closer, and his hands roamed my back furiously.

“Fuck,” he said, pulling back with a jerk. “That’s hot.” He began toeing off his shoes.

Past caring about attempting to look cool and in control, I followed his lead. “You’re hot.”

He growled low in his throat and tugged his shirt up over his head, throwing it over his shoulder like he’d done to mine. As he went for the fastening of his jeans, I tore at mine, wanting to get naked as fast as possible. With our gazes locked, we both shoved our pants down our legs at the same time.

My eyes dropped to his cock as he stood, and saliva pooled in my mouth. He was long and thick with big heavy balls. I didn’t know when I’d get the opportunity to get out of the house and get laid again, so I wanted to experience as much as possible with this luscious man, right here and now. “Can I suck you?” I asked, beginning to drop to my knees. I mean, really, who would turn down a blow job?

He grabbed me under the armpits. “Yes, but I don’t want you to hurt your knees.” He glanced around quickly, then half dragged me to the staircase. “Sit there.” He pointed a few stairs up, so I went, game for whatever he was thinking. He ran back to his pants, grabbed them off the floor, and fought to yank something out of the back pocket. He turned back, smiling triumphantly, as he held up a condom and lube. “Just in case.”

“Yessss.” I made greedy, grabby hands, wanting to get my hands and mouth all over the thick rod that bobbed in front of him.

He smirked, stalking toward me. As he moved up onto the bottom step, he pushed my shoulders backward, lying me back, and he proceeded to bracket me in with his larger frame, moving up and over me so that his legs embraced me and his cock waved in front of my face. A dot of precum dripped from the bulbous head, and I leaned forward, capturing it on my tongue and sighing as his essence exploded into my mouth.

“Oh yeah,” I muttered, wrapping my hand around the base of my prize and sucking his dick slowly into my mouth.

“That’s right, Kevin. Like that,” CJ said, his voice deeper with his arousal. He pumped his hips in shallow thrusts, giving me time to adjust. I moaned around the hard silkiness, opening my throat to take more of him. My own cock pulsed with want, driving me crazy with the need to rub myself or roll his balls between my free hand. I felt like a horny teenager who’d never been touched and wanted it all. Finally, wanting to pull out more of the groans coming from him, I cupped his sac in the palm of my hand, still stroking up his shaft to where my mouth met my hand as I enveloped his thrusts.

When my needy cock felt like it would burst from the lack of friction, I let go of his balls with one last tickling brush, dropped my hand down to grab myself, and moaned around him. CJ’s back bowed, and he stilled his hips. “You can finish me off like this, and then I’ll suck you off, or you can take a go at my ass or give me yours. I’m easy. Whatever will make you happy, handsome.”

I groaned, backing off his length with a pop. “Take me. Please. I want to feel this”—I squeezed his dick—“inside of me.”

“Roll over.” His voice came out in a guttural growl that amped up my own desire. CJ moved down, capturing my lips in a spine-tingling kiss that I wanted to last forever. I stroked myself urgently. The last thing I wanted was to come by my own hand—again—but I couldn’t help it. CJ broke away, leaning up over me and tapping my hip, reminding me what he’d asked me to do.

I practically slipped down a step trying to move to my stomach, and CJ chuckled, steadying me as he backed up. Out of my peripheral, I saw his hand reach over and get the packet of lube. I rose up on my knees, spread my legs, and shook my butt in the air. “Hurry.”

He snickered. Then he bit my right cheek before I felt his finger circling my hole. He wasn’t rough, but he didn’t treat me like a delicate flower, either. As the ring softened, I felt the digit breach my body as he worked it inside of me. Just like when shedding our clothes, CJ was quick and efficient, prepping me and driving me wild as he circled three fingers inside of me, pushing on that bundle of nerves and making me see stars. I buried my head in my arms, only vaguely aware that I was getting fucked by a stranger on his staircase. No bed, not even a couch. Why was that so freaking hot? This was the exact kind of interaction I’d been craving, whether I’d known it or not.

The crinkle of the condom wrapper alerted me to the fact we were finally doing this. “You ready?” CJ asked, caressing a hand down my thigh.

“Give it to me.”

He groaned. Then I felt that bulbous head pushing against my hole. Moaning, I pushed back, relishing his gasp. “Someone’s impatient.” He rocked into me faster, harder, and I cried out. Once he bottomed out, he blanketed me and whispered, “Here we go, handsome,” into my ear, warming my skin.

CJ pulled back, leaving only the tip, then rammed into me. I groaned, bracing myself more firmly on my elbows. “Do it again.” And he did. Again and again. “Faster,” I begged, panting.

He grunted with each thrust, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. It had been too long since I had this. Punishing fingers digging into my hips while a rock-hard body pushed into me with the scent of male hovering in the air.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded.

Without hesitation, I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked quickly. The thought of this ending sucked, but I wanted to come. I needed the release. As my body shook, the telltale signs of orgasm shook my body, I said, “I can’t hold it. I’m going to come.”

“Fuck yeah.” He leaned his chest down onto my lower back as his pace picked up, jackhammering into me.

“A-ah-ahhh,” I moaned as my orgasm ripped through me, the evidence squirting out onto the marble steps below me.

CJ wrapped his arms around my torso, gripping me tighter as he stalled, driving into me in short bursts, hollering as he spurted into the condom. Our heavy breaths were the only sound as I felt him pulling out, and he moved up, dropping onto the steps beside me. He leaned over so our faces were lined up, him on his back, me on my front with my cheek resting on my bent arms. “Well, that was hella hot, if I do say so myself.”

I huffed out a laugh. “You’re not wrong.”

He grinned, and I felt my stomach swoosh. Back in the day, before dating Tom and having Lexi, he would’ve been the exact type of man I’d have tried to extend this past a hook-up. He was tall, hot, and really personable. That ship had sailed now, though. I’d made the choice to raise my daughter instead of focusing on a life partner. I’d never regret that decision, but it made me a little sad knowing that there really was what I’d consider a perfect man out there.

“I better go,” I said before I offered to stay until we were ready for round two. I’d gotten what I’d come for—literally.

A shadow crossed his eyes, and I wondered if he’d had as good a time as I had. Maybe he’d been thinking we should swap phone numbers, too. This sucked. He smiled, but it seemed forced. “Okay.” He stood up, so I rolled to the side and found him standing, holding one hand out to help me up while clutching the used condom in the other.

As he hauled me to my feet, I glanced over my shoulder at the mess I’d left on the steps. “I should?—”

He squeezed my hand in his. “Don’t worry about clean-up. I’ve got it.”

I nodded and crossed the entryway back to my clothes. CJ picked up his shirt and rubbed it over the cum on my stomach. He took his time, making it feel more like he was massaging it into my skin than trying to clean it off. “There you go, handsome. Now you can get dressed without getting sticky.”

I nodded awkwardly. I hated this. We’d had such a great time and been so in sync. I pulled on my pants as he left the room, coming back without the condom and drying his hands on a towel. Man, I hated this part. I’d always felt so uncomfortable once the head between my legs stopped directing my steps, and my brain took back over. As I pulled on my shirt, CJ dropped to a cross-legged position right in front of me with my socks and shoes in his hands. “Uh.”

He held open one sock in front of my foot. “Come on. Put your foot in.”

“Uh, you don’t have to do that.”

His blue eyes peeked up at me from under his long, thick blondish-brown lashes. “No, I don’t, but I want to. I figure I owe you something since I tricked you. I only promised to take your shirt off, but I didn’t actually remove that stain.” He smiled mischievously, then held the sock back in front of my foot like he was daring me to let him put it on.

Balancing precariously on one foot, then the other, I let him finish dressing me. When my second shoe was on, he crawled over, picked up my coat, and jumped up. He held it open for me. Confused by this treatment, I turned and slid my arms into the sleeves. He circled me and zipped it up. He tapped my chest. “There you go, handsome.”

I felt my face warm as I flushed, which was ridiculous given what had just happened on those stairs. “Thank you.”

He leaned in and kissed me, one long lingering press of lips. “Thank you,” he breathed against me.

I stepped back, drinking in one last look of his face before turning and walking out. CJ would be fueling my hand-to-dick fantasies for a long, long time.

He raised one hand in a goodbye as I turned around in the large part of the driveway. “Goodbye,” I said softly as his silhouette in the door disappeared as I rounded the bend.

The whole drive home, I replayed the evening from the second CJ approached me until he faded from sight. He’d saved me from going home feeling defeated and given me more pleasure than I’d had, even before my dickhead ex moved out. Why couldn’t I have met him or someone like him before my days consisted of chasing my toddler around and the long nights were filled with work? I’d make a terrible partner right now.

The only reason I didn’t have circles under my eyes tonight was because I’d slept better with my mom visiting and watching Lexi during the day while I got my work done. Her presence had allowed me to get even further ahead than I usually was. She’d been a godsend, but she’d be leaving soon, and she wouldn’t be back until sometime in the spring.

Yeah, I’d have loved to ask CJ for his phone number, but I’d have only ended up disappointing both of us and tarnishing what had been a memorable evening. I’d have to hold onto tonight in the upcoming months until Mom returned, giving me another chance to sneak out for some companionship.

It didn’t surprise me when I turned on my street to see my white house with the blue shutters from the glow of the porch light. Until I’d moved out of my parents’ home, my mom had always left a light on for me to see by when I got home after dark. It’d made sense when I was a teenager parking in the driveway, instead of inside the garage like I did now. I guessed old habits died hard, and I smiled, visualizing doing the same type of thing for my daughter in the future.

“Hi, honey,” Mom said, coming in from the family room as I walked in.

Jumping, I put my hand over my chest. “Shoot, Mom. You scared the crap out of me. What are you still doing up?”

She lifted her arm, waving her Kindle in the air. “Reading.”

Playfully, I exaggerated, checking my watch. “Isn’t it past your bedtime? I thought seniors went to bed early.”

She gave me the stink-eye and stuck out her tongue. “You better watch your mouth.” Then she laughed good-naturedly, running her assessing gaze over me. “Did you have fun?”

Averting my eyes so I didn’t see her smirk, because ew, she was my mom, I shrugged. “It was alright.”

She snorted. “Mhm, I bet.”

“What?” I asked, slightly embarrassed. Could she tell I’d just had the best sex of my life?

“What? What?” she teased, then sobered. “I’m glad you went out tonight. You need you time.”

I groaned. “Not this again. Mom, my life is everything I want it to be. I love being a dad.”

“I know you do, and you’re a marvelous father.” She sighed. “But, Kevin, youre allowed to be more than Lexi’s dad, you know?”

I frowned.

“Don’t look at me like that. I know how hard youre working to keep all the balls in the air, and I’m so damn proud. But you’re going to burn out. When I’m not here, you’re burning the candle at both ends trying to work while she’s sleeping. You don’t have any kind of social life?—”

“That’s not true,” I said, cutting her off. “We spend a lot of time with George and Margie and their kids.”

“And they’re lovely. I’m so happy that you and Lexi have them. I love them, too. But I really think you should look into?—”

I narrowed my eyes.

Mom held up her hands. “I’ll leave it alone for now, but you look like you had a pretty good night. I saw that smile on your face when you walked through the door. At the very least, you should consider seeing if one of George’s kids or someone in the neighborhood would be interested in babysitting a couple of nights a month so you can go out. You’re not going to find a man hiding in this house with your daughter.”

With that, she blew me a kiss and sauntered back to wherever she’d been reading. Mom had been dripping her concerns for my lack of freedom into conversation her whole visit. She didn’t overstep and was good at backing off the minute I gave her the look. Normally, I appreciated her opinions, but I easily ignored them if they didn’t line up with my vision for my life. Now, with CJ fresh in my mind, I wondered if maybe I was being a little… No. I’d made the decision to be a father, and Lexi came first.