Chapter 2: Building Tension
Taylor was shopping when he saw the familiar round ass of Hannah in front of him at the store. She had on jeans that hugged her body just right. She leaned over to pick up some apples and her ass looked perfect. As he walked up behind her, he had to have a look. She bent over again to pick up some vegetables. He decided to say hello.
He looked around and gave it a nice spank and squeezed hard afterwards. “Hey, gorgeous.”
Hannah jumped a little, straightening up and turning to look at him, a hand on her hip. “Taylor!” she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing pink. “What are you doing?”
He grinned, unrepentant. “Just saying hello. And appreciating the view.”
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. “You’re so bad, Taylor. You can’t just go around spanking women in the grocery store.”
He shrugged, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Why not?
You seemed to enjoy it,” Taylor teased, his voice low and playful. He knew he was pushing his luck, but he loved seeing her blush.
Hannah glanced around, her eyes darting to the nearby shoppers before leaning in closer to him. “You’re going to get us in trouble,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Taylor leaned in as well, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I like trouble, don’t you?”
Hannah bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with amusement and something else – something more dangerous and enticing. He put a hand on her hip and another up to her face. He brushed her hair aside. “You look amazing” he whispered. He pressed in close., his voice low and husky. "You know, I missed this. Missed you, Hannah. You're the only one who's ever gotten me like this."
Hannah's breath hitched, her eyes locked onto his. "Taylor..." she warned, but her voice lacked conviction. She was fighting a losing battle, and they both knew it.
”I’m fucking rock hard already baby” he whispered to her., his hand still on her hip. He could feel her warmth through her jeans, and he knew she could feel him too. She looked down, her eyes flicking to his crotch before meeting his gaze again.
”oh my god” she said laughing. “You’re shameless, Taylor. My kid’s are going to be home soon” she said but made no move to remove his hand.
Taylor grinned, his hand squeezing her hip a little harder. "Then we better make this quick," he said, his voice low and suggestive.
Hannah's breath hitched, her eyes searching his. "Taylor, we can't. Not here."
He leaned in, his mouth brushing against her ear. "Where then, Hannah? Your place? My place? I don't care, as long as it's soon."
She shivered at his words, her body leaning into his touch. He reached up and massaged one of her breasts paying with the nipple. My cocks been waiting for that pretty little mouth of yours all week. He said. He knew he was being bold, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted her, and he wasn't afraid to show it.
Hannah's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she leaned into his touch. She bit her lip, her voice barely a whisper. "Taylor..."
He could see the internal struggle in her eyes, the desire warring with the guilt. He knew she was married, with kids, but he also knew she craved something more, something wilder, something he could give her.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, barely-there kiss. "Come on, Hannah. Feel how hard I am. I m going to pound you so hard you can’t even walk baby”. He said.
Hannah’s eyes opened wide, a mix of shock and excitement flashing across her face. She licked her lips, her breath coming in short gasps. “Taylor, I—” she started, but he cut her off with another kiss, this one deeper and more insistent. He could taste the apples on her lips, sweet and tart, and he wanted more. So much more.
He grabbed her hand and they ran out the store laughing. She got in his car. He leaned over and began making out with her. “Do we have time to go to my house” he asked. Hannah bit her lip and looked at him, her breathing still ragged from the intense make-out session in the car.
“My kids will be home in an hour,” she said, her eyes searching his. Taylor nodded, his hand still on her thigh, his thumb rubbing absent circles on her skin. He knew they didn’t have much time, but he also knew that he couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted her, and he wanted her now.
“My place is closer,” he said, his voice low and determined. “We can be there in ten minutes, tops.”
Hannah hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to the clock on the dashboard. “Why don’t you get started while I drive” he said glancing at the tent in his pants. Hannah looked at him, her breathing slowing but her eyes still heated with desire. She unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It was magnificent, long and thick and so damn hard. Hannah leaned down and licked the tip, her tongue swirling around. Taylor groaned and gripped the steering wheel tighter.
“Jesus Hannah, that feels good” he said. Hannah took him into her mouth, using her hand to stroke the base while she bobbed her head up and down. Taylor could feel the vibrations of her moans on his cock and it was driving him crazy. She was so fucking good at this.
Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock like she was licking an ice cream cone. Taylor gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white as he tried to focus on the road.
"Holy fuck, Hannah," he groaned, his head falling back against the headrest. "Your mouth feels so damn good."
Hannah hummed in agreement, her mouth still full of his cock. She picked up the pace, her head bobbing up and down faster, her hand stroking in time with her mouth. Taylor could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing.
He threaded his fingers through Hannah's hair, gently guiding her head as she sucked him. "Fuck, Hannah. I'm close. So close."
Hannah moaned around his cock, her mouth and hand moving faster. She wanted to taste him, to feel him come undone. She wanted to be the one to push him over the edge.
Taylor groaned, his hips thrusting up, fucking her mouth. "Fuck, yes. Right there, Hannah. Just like that."
Hannah could feel his cock pulsing in her mouth, could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum.
She moaned again, the sound vibrating around his shaft.
Taylor's breath was coming in short gasps now, his body tense with anticipation. "Hannah, fuck, I'm going to come," he warned, his voice rough with desire.
She hummed again, encouraging him, her hand and mouth working in perfect sync. She wanted him to come, wanted to feel his release in her mouth, wanted to swallow every last drop.
Taylor threw his head back, his hips thrusting up one last time as he came. His cock pulsed in Hannah's mouth, filling it with his hot, salty seed.
She swallowed every drop, her eyes watering slightly as she continued to suck and stroke him gently until he was completely spent. Hannah finally pulled back, her lips glistening with his release. She looked up at him, a satisfied smile on her face. "Mmm, you taste good," she said, licking her lips.
Taylor couldn't help but chuckle, his chest still heaving from his orgasm. "You're insatiable, Hannah. I love it." He reached down, tucking himself back into his pants. He looked over at her, his eyes dark with desire.
"You're a wicked woman, Hannah," he said, his voice low and husky. "I like it."
Hannah leaned back in her seat, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I could say the same for you, Taylor. You're a bad influence."
Taylor smiled, his eyes never leaving the road. "Isn't that what makes life interesting?"
Hannah laughed, a sound that was both sultry and carefree. "I suppose so. But we better get a move on.