Chapter 3: Lydia POV
I set the table as I went over the details again with my granddaughter. "So you sucked your boss's boss's cock and then he invited himself over for dinner. And you said yes because you need a promotion?"
"Yes," Athena answered as she placed the mashed potatoes in the center of the table. "I mean, it was a one-time thing. He apologized for his behavior in the office, and I was just trying to be open-minded." She took a deep breath, her usual fiery attitude wavering slightly.
I laughed, my silver hair shining in the dim light of their Victorian-era living room. "Well, I won't judge you for having some fun. But I think you should set some boundaries with him. He is your boss after all."
But what Athena didn't know was I had invited her ex boyfriend Onyx over as well. This would be a wild dinner and by the end of it, I was going to make sure to get some young, twenty something cock.
I was going to drink wine, get a little tipsy and seduce both Simon and Onyx.
I lit the candles on the table, their soft glow illuminating the room. The scent of vanilla filled the air, adding a sultry warmth to the atmosphere. I had spent the afternoon cooking up a storm, my mind full of fantasies and wicked thoughts, my pussy throbbing with anticipation. I couldn't wait for the night ahead.
I wanted to taste both Simon and Onyx, to feel their hard bodies against mine, and to lose myself in the pleasure they could provide.
There was a knock on the door and Athena jumped up.
"Oh no hun. I'll get it. You go freshen up," I said. "I'll get the door." I made my way to the door and opened it, revealing a dapper-looking Onyx standing there with a bouquet of flowers. I raised an eyebrow at him and took the flowers, stepping aside to let him in.
"Hello, Lydia. It's been too long," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Save it, Onyx. You're here for Athena, not me," I said, my tone clipped.
I couldn't believe I was doing this, playing hostess to my granddaughter's manipulative ex.
"That's where you're wrong, Lydia. I'm here for both of you," he replied, a sly grin spreading across his face.
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what do you mean by that?"
He let out a low chuckle. "You'll see soon enough." Not long after, another man knocked on the door, one I had assumed to be Simon.
But as I swung open the door, I was met with a completely different face. A tall, dark-haired man stood there, smirking at me. It dawned on me then that this was Onyx, my granddaughter's ex-boyfriend. The man I had warned Athena about, the one who I thought had finally left her life. But here he was, on my doorstep, looking as confident and arrogant as ever.
"Hello, Lydia," he drawled, his deep voice sending shivers up my spine.
I couldn't help but stare at him, taking in every inch of his toned body. "It's been a while."
"You have no idea," I murmured, feeling my heart race as I stepped closer to him. I was tempted to throw myself into his arms, but I knew better than to give in to my impulses.
"Let's not waste anymore time, shall we?" Onyx asked, grabbing my hand and leading me towards the kitchen.
But then Simon looked as us, frowning. "Where's Athena?"
I chuckled and motioned for him to follow me to the living room, where Athena was setting the table. "She's still getting ready. She'll be out in a minute."
I could see the curiosity in Onyx's eyes, and I knew he was wondering why I had invited him here. I'll admit, I had a reason for inviting him, but Athena didn't need to know about it.
Not yet, anyway. I had plans for Onyx that would make his head spin - and it was all in the name of love. I glanced at Athena and smiled, knowing she was blissfully unaware of what was about to happen.
But then, Athena arrived in the kitchen. And damn she sure did do the most. Athena looked absolutely stunning. I couldn't help but stare at her, taking in every inch of her petite figure. Her long, wavy brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her sparkling eyes were filled with warmth and kindness. She was wearing a flowing red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places and showed off her cleavage.
The tension in the room was palpable as the four of us sat down at the table, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for inviting Onyx here.
But then Athena frowned. "Onyx... w-what are you doing here?" Athena asked, her eyes wide with shock as she faced Onyx. She stood frozen in place, unable to tear her gaze away from his smug face.
Simon, who had been standing behind Onyx, noticed the tension that filled the room and decided he needed to intervene. He cleared his throat and stepped around Onyx, blocking his access to Athena.
"Who the hell is this?" Simon demanded, staring daggers at the Onyx. "I'm Athena's ex. And lucky for me, I get to see her now, even after you've had your fill," Onyx sneered, his eyes skimming over Athena's figure.
I watched as Athena's face contorted with anger. "What are you doing here, Onyx? How did you even find out where I live?" she asked, crossing her arms protectively over her chest.
"Ah, sweet Athena," Onyx drawled.
He stepped closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. "We have some unfinished business, don't we?"
Simon's hackles raised, but before he could intervene, Athena stepped back, putting some distance between herself and Onyx.
"There is no 'us,'" she said firmly. "We broke up, remember?"
Onyx chuckled. "Oh, I remember. But I didn't think you would forget about all the fun we had in bed."
"Don't worry Athena, I'll deal with him. You stay here with Simon," I answered, pulling Onyx to the back. But it wasn't until we were in the bathroom that Onyx kissed me forcefully. "Lydia. You've aged gracefully." He whispered, tracing his fingers along my jawline. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his lips met mine, his tongue parting my lips in a passionate kiss.
I could feel my body responding to his touch, my breath hitching as his hands wandered down my body. I could feel the heat building between us, an electric charge that made every inch of my skin tingle.
"You always did prefer older women, didn't you?" I murmured in Onyx's ear. "We don't have long," I answered, lifting my dress and pulling my panties to the side. Onyx wasted no time, ripping off his clothes and plunging his cock deep inside me. I bit down on my bottom lip, gasping at the onslaught of pleasure. His thrusts were powerful and relentless, each one driving me further into jubilation.
"God damn, you're tight," he growled as he slid in and out of me. "Fucking beautiful."
He picked me up, holding me against the wall, and thrust harder, faster. My head hit the wall painfully, but I couldn't bring myself to care. "She's probably fucking Simon anyway. He's her boss now," I divulged.
"Well I've always had my eye on you anyway," Onyx admitted as he fucked me.
"Call it fate. Or just call it cock."
My body was hyper-sensitive, every nerve ending elevated to new high levels. Onyx touched me everywhere, his fingers tracing patterns on my exposed flesh and igniting firestorms of sensation. I moaned loudly, trying to stifle the orgasm that welled up within me. But there was no stopping it, and I trembled as the release overwhelmed me. My body tensed, spasms wracking my frame as I screamed out in pleasure.
Onyx thrust harder and faster, his eyes glazed with lust. "Can I come inside you?" Onyx asked, his voice a low rumble.
I nodded, unable to speak. I was still trembling from my orgasm, my entire body weak and pliant in his arms.
"God, yes," I moaned as he began to thrust again, my walls gripping him tightly.
Onyx let out a low growl as he felt me pulse around him, his tempo increasing as I writhed in pleasure.
He drove into me harder and harder, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.
I grabbed onto him, feeling his hot skin against mine, his body sensual and strong. I could feel myself getting close, my breath coming faster and my legs shaking. I closed my eyes, letting myself drift away on a sea of ecstasy.
"Yes, baby," I whispered, my voice a ragged gasp. "I'm going to come ... I'm..."
And then I exploded, my orgasm bursting through me like a flying star. I cried out, my body shuddering and convulsing with the intensity of the climax. "Fill me so we can eat our mashed potatoes..." I begged.
"Yes. Yes. Yes." Onyx groaned then, a guttural sound as he emptied himself into me, his release hot and satisfying.
We stayed like that for a few moments, both panting heavily as we caught our breaths. I let my legs drop down and Onyx pulled out of me slowly, his cock still half-hard between us.
"Well," I said, my voice husky with post-orgasmic bliss. "Let's go eat." I finally managed to say, still out of breath.