Just My Type(70)

No sooner do I get the words out, when Baker crashes his lips against mine again, and he’s thrusting into me, full and deep and all the way to the hilt all at once. It’s a good thing he’s kissing me, because I let out the loudest sound into his mouth I’ve ever made when I finally feel him inside me, so hard and full and incredible.

My arms wrap around his shoulders so I can hold on for dear life, and both of his hands clutch tightly to the cheeks of my ass. He deepens the kiss and immediately starts pulling his hips back, thrusting into me with hard, shallow, jerking movements.

It’s quick, and it’s dirty, and it’s frantic, and it’s everything I ever imagined secretive laundry room sex would be. My jeans are still dangling off my knee, Baker’s shirt is still on, and he’s fucking me on top of the washer while my underwear is still on.

Baker kisses his way down the side of my neck, grazing his teeth over the one spot I like so much. He continues to nip and suck the side of my neck while he thrusts into my body with hard pumps of his hips between my thighs. My bare leg is still wrapped around his hip, but now it’s slipped down and is wrapped tight around his ass. I can feel his muscles bunching and tightening under my calf with the force of his thrusts. My hands move to the back of his head, and I jerk him away from my neck and bring him back up to my mouth, needing some way to muffle every noise that wants to come out of me each time he slams against me, and his groin hits the perfect spot.

The sounds of panting, and grunting, and the squeak of a loose washing machine leg as he thrusts into my body fills the dark room. My orgasm is coming fast and strong, picking up speed as Baker clutches his hands tighter to my ass, yanking me against him so he can fuck me deeper, and harder, and faster. I’ve been teetering on the edge of this orgasm all night since he walked in the door, each time Baker looked at me, and each time his body would brush against mine all night. Feeling him pound into me like he can’t get deep enough, can’t get close enough, and hearing his muttered curses of pleasure each time he plunges roughly inside me and feels how tightly I clench around him, and feels how wet he’s made me just by being in the same room with me all night, will go down in history as one of the hottest moments of my life.

Baker sucks my tongue into his mouth as he buries himself inside me so hard that the washing machine smacks against the wall behind us, and my orgasm is suddenly exploding out of me. I’m coming before I’m ready, long before I want this hot, dirty moment to end. I feel myself clenching even tighter around his cock buried deep, as wave after wave of my release washes over me, and I’m crying out into his mouth as I jerk my hips against him, rubbing myself against his groin so I can prolong this mind-blowing feeling.

Baker’s thrusts get impossibly faster and harder, the washing machine bumping into the wall behind us with each rough pound of his hips between my thighs. He yanks his mouth away from mine and buries it into the side of my neck to muffle his curses as he slams into me one more time, holding himself still as his cock pulses inside me with his own release, his warm breath puffing against the skin of my neck.

I don’t know how long we stay wrapped around each other with Baker’s head still pressed against the side of my neck, and his cock still twitching and pulsing inside me, but we’re still panting and trying to catch our breaths, so it’s not long. Definitely not long enough to prepare ourselves for the knock on the other side of the door.

“Mom, is Ron Jeremy okay in there?”

Baker’s head jerks away from my neck, and he looks at me with wide eyes.

“Yep, he’s super. Why do you ask?” I shout back in a voice I try really hard not to make loud and shrill.

“I heard some crying, and a bunch of banging. Did he get out of his cage?”

I smack my hand over Baker’s mouth when he starts to let out a loud laugh. And then he presses his hand over my mouth when I can’t help it and a choked giggle comes out of me.

His dick is still inside me, and my jeans are still hanging off one leg, and we can’t stop silently laughing. Our shoulders shake up and down as we continue holding our hands against each other’s mouth, our eyes glancing over to Ron Jeremy to find him staring at us in his cage on the dryer with a disgusted look on his face, which just makes us laugh even harder.

I finally pull my head back from Baker’s hand after a few seconds once I’ve gotten myself under control, trying not to whimper when he slowly pulls himself out of me.

“Ron Jeremy’s fine. I was just cleaning up in here and dropped some things,” I shout, quietly sliding off the washing machine and hopping on one foot to pull the one leg of my jeans back up. “Go on back to bed and I’ll be in there in a minute.”

When Lincoln’s footsteps finally fade away and I finish refastening my jeans, Baker moves back to me and wraps his arms around me.

“Come home with me and Lincoln for the reopening of the farm next month,” I blurt.

“I was wondering when you’d ask me.” Baker smiles.

“Oh my God, you knew?”

He laughs, tightening his arms around me.

“I just found out when you were putting the movie on for Lincoln, and I checked my emails from the last few days really quick. I found my flight confirmation to Montana.” His smile suddenly falls and he looks at me suspiciously. “Did you wait to ask me until now, because my dick was just inside you and you thought there was a better chance I’ll say yes?”