Chapter 22: The Unseen Audience
Doug lay on the bedroom rug, chest heaving, the taste of himself still coating his tongue. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, smearing the last strand of cum across his stubble. Through the window, the Barnes house had gone still. The parlor lights were on but no one moved behind the glass.
He heard the front door click open downstairs.
Slow footsteps, trying to be quiet. The soft thump of sandals being kicked off in the entryway. A pause, long enough for her to check the couch, to find it empty.
He rolled onto his side, facing away from the door, and let his breathing go deep and even. He shoved his softening cock back into his jeans, wincing at the wet, sticky slide of fabric against skin. The taste of himself sat heavy at the back of his throat, musky and bitter, and he swallowed it down.
The bedroom door creaked open. He kept his eyes closed, listening to the whisper of bare feet on the floorboards. The mattress dipped as she climbed on beside him, and he smelled her before he felt her: Barbara's lavender sachet, the sharp musk of men's sweat, something sweet that he knew, that he had watched her swallow.
Her hand found his hip. Then his waistband. She worked his jeans open, and her fingers slid inside, wrapping around his half-hard cock. He let out a low, sleepy groan, shifting against her hand.
"Sara," he mumbled, thick-tongued. "What're you doing home so early, baby?"
She didn't answer. Her grip tightened, stroking him slow and deliberate, working him back to full stiffness. The cum he'd spilled on himself was still slick between them, and her fingers found it, spreading it along his shaft. He heard her breath catch.
"Did you have a good nap?" she whispered.
"Mmm." He rolled onto his back, eyes still shut. "Had a weird dream."
"Did you?" Her hand worked him faster. Pre-cum beaded at the tip and she thumbed it over the head, smearing it smooth. "What about?"
"You." He let his head loll toward her, cracking one eye open, swimming with mock drowsiness. "Sucking cock like it was dinner."
Her hand stilled for half a heartbeat. Then resumed, a little more insistent.
"Mmm," she said softly. "Sounds like a good dream to me."
He let his eyes close again. "Hmm. Coulda sworn you were gone longer."
She pulled her dress over her head, and the rustle of cotton filled the silence. She straddled his hips, the heat of her bare cunt hovering over his stiff cock, slick and wet and ready. She grabbed his shaft and guided the head to her entrance, and as she sank down onto him, slow and tight, she let out a tiny, breathless moan.
"There," she whispered. "Missed you."
She rode him, hips rolling forward, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. Her hands braced flat on his chest, fingers sinking into the hollow of his collarbones. He kept his eyes shut, letting her think he was barely awake, letting her believe she was taking what she needed while he lay there, pliant and unaware.
She leaned down and kissed him.
Her lips parted and her tongue slid into his mouth, and he tasted it. Jim's cum and Marcus's and the lean man's, all layered fresh on her breath, mixed with Travis's thick, heavy load that had painted her face. She tasted like a dozen men at once, salty and sweet and unmistakable, and she had no idea he knew.
"That's good, baby," she breathed against his mouth. "You feel so good."
He let his hands come up, settling on her hips, guiding her into a rhythm. She picked it up greedily, back arching, her tits swaying as she drove herself down on his cock in frantic, hungry strokes. Her cunt gripped him tight, wet and hot, and she came quickly, thighs shaking, a sharp cry swallowed against his shoulder.
He hadn't come yet. He flipped her onto her back, sinking into her with a long, slow thrust, and she gasped, eyes wide. He held her legs open and fucked her deep, watching her face contort with pleasure, and he let himself drink in every inch of her, this woman who thought she was so clever.
He came inside her with a low groan, and she clenched around him, her own orgasm rippling through her again. She slid off of him and curled up next to him in a cozy snuggle.
"That was nice," she murmured, curling against him. "Thank you baby."