Too Hard(11)

I grab my wrench again and get on my knees under the sink. I’ve got to unhook the water and remove the valves, so I turn over on my back and lie down on the floor with the upper part of my body inside the cabinet.

“I guess since I don’t have any more backup, I really do need to watch you work.” Her voice is close and I look out of the cabinet to see her silky legs right next to me.

She’s leaning up against the counter with her feet crossed, and her position squeezes her thighs together. Her shorts are still too fucking tight and this time there’s lace against her skin. It makes her look innocent and sweet but filthy. The bare strip of skin on her belly shows a soft roll I want to kiss. Why does her body tempt me in ways that no one else ever has before? I try to clear my head as I work and think about the task at hand. And try not to focus on what I’d do if I gave in to my desires. She’s probably got a nice view of my package right now and the thought of her looking at me while I’m hard has me growing to the point where I won’t be able to hide it much longer. I’m an old man and I can usually keep myself in check, but when it comes to Harlow everything is different.

“So about what Sean said.” Her voice is soft and I like listening to her talk.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think he was right?”

“About what?” I put down the wrench in my hand and grab the screwdriver from my toolbelt.

“Do you think being attracted to an older man means you have daddy issues?”

I swallow as I put down the screwdriver and reach for a smaller one. It’s still not the right size, but I know the one I need is in my tool box.

“I think Sean is an asshole who is pissed your cousin wasn’t an easy lay, so he’s lashing out with his own insecurities. I think your ability to be intimate with someone doesn’t depend on your past but on how you’re going to treat that person and the respect you show them.” I give her the honest answer I would give my boys if they were to ask me the same question.

“I like your answer.” I can hear the smile in her voice and my chest warms at her approval.

“Can you hand me the flat head with the yellow handle right over there?” I’m trying to change the subject and keep things between us professional but don’t know if that will ever be possible with the way I feel about her.

I point to the toolbox, and she walks over to it and bends down to get it. I should look away, but I’m not a strong man and the sight of her thick thighs spreading as her jean-covered pussy peeks out from between them is enough to make me groan. She looks back at me over her shoulder and I pretend to go back to work and act like I wasn’t just watching her like a creep.

I keep my eyes on the pipe overhead when suddenly I feel her move on either side of my waist. I look down and watch her slowly lower herself on top me and put her hot pussy on my dick. Her knees are snug on either side of me as she holds out the screwdriver in her hand. Her mouth is open and her tits are spilling out of the top of her shirt that’s hanging off of her. If she rocked on me a little I’d cum right on my stomach. Her eyelids are heavy and she leans forward, putting more pressure where I need it most.

“Is this what you want?”





Chapter Seven





Harlow





My heart races in my chest. I don’t know how I came up with the courage to sit down on him. I was thinking about it since he lay down to get under the sink and I shamelessly kept checking him out. I know my mind should be other places, but my cousin told me Butch was one of the good ones and to get my man. I’m not sure how to go about that, but for some reason sitting on him was what came to mind.

I’m pretty sure he’s into me because I caught him sneaking glances at me. His eyes lingered on my bare skin and it gave him away. It’s something Nellie told me to watch for even though she said she couldn’t get a read on Butch. I might have given away that I was trying to do things to make him look at me by bending over like I did. He isn't that great at pretending he isn't looking, but I guess we both suck at faking it. I don’t want to fake anything when it comes to Butch.

“Harlow,” Butch warns as he wraps his hand tight around the screwdriver. I don’t let go and he doesn’t try any harder to pull it from my hand.

I lick my dry lips and wonder what he tastes like. More than anything I want to move my hips so I can feel his hard length against my clit. God, he’s big, but he looked like he would be. Now that I have my legs spread over him I can feel every hard inch and I’m not sure he’ll fit inside me. The idea of trying has me wiggling against him and he lets out a low groan that rumbles through his body. His hard cock jerks against me and I shift against him, needing more friction. His cock seems to be enjoying it and he isn’t stopping me yet. I put my other hand on his hard chest because I need to brace myself. I want to grind down on him where I need it most.

“Fuck,” Butch growls when I dig my fingers into his chest. He lets go of the screwdriver and his hands go to my hips to stop my motion. I whimper as the need to cum becomes unbearable. I’ve touched myself before, but this is so different and I can’t stop. “Does it ache?”

I nod my head quickly. “It hurts.” This kind of pain is heaven and hell, but I don’t know how much longer I can survive.

“I’ll fix it.” His big hands grip me harder and I gasp. “Only this once,” he adds with a warning.