Page 2 of Delicious (Delicious #1)

Chapter Two

Percy

“I could be.” Stu, my neighbor, looked the part of an art teacher or possibly an aging surfer. He wore his dark-brown hair in a messy ponytail, had what seemed like a whole collection of colorful T-shirts and board shorts, and usually sported paint smudges in a few spots on his person. Today’s shirt featured a joke about Van Gogh I didn’t quite get while his shorts had red chili peppers on them. I wasn’t the artist, so I lacked the precise color label for his warm skin tone, which made me think of Hawaii and other tropical locals. And his lips, rosy and sinfully full, inspired far more X-rated thoughts. He nodded again, like he’d come to some sort of agreement with himself.

“Thought so.” I smirked. I’d been waiting for an opportunity like this for months now. I opened the fridge and extracted two bottles of a local microbrew I’d discovered since moving to the area. “Beer?”

“Yes, please.” Stu accepted the second beer and followed my lead in opening it and taking a long sip. And lord, those lips wrapped around the cold glass bottle transformed my already active imagination into a steady stream of pornographic thoughts.

“Kids expecting you back?” I asked, using neighborly concern to disguise a necessary fishing expedition before this little visit went further.

“No. I share custody with my ex, who lives nearby.” Stu followed me back to the living room. “Shelby will likely sleep there tonight, and Soren’s with friends.”

“Excellent.” I flopped on the couch. I had been dozing in my recliner earlier but the couch suited my purposes here better. “Have a seat.”

“Thank you.” He perched next to me, not relaxing but not retreating to the far side of the long leather sofa.

“You still seeing that artist?” Having established that he didn’t live with the co-parent to the kids, I still had a couple of questions. The previous fall, Stu had been seen at a couple of local events with a glass artist who had worked in several area galleries, but I hadn’t seen them together all winter. Now it was July, and I hoped like hell Stu was fair game.

“Gotta love small-town gossip.” Stu gave an eye roll that made him look far younger than his actual age, which was likely his early forties. I liked his maturity. Around here, the local singles scene tended to be a lot of younger folks, which was a no-thank-you from me. I wanted sex, not a babysitting gig. Stretching, Stu finally relaxed a bit against the couch. “No, that was a brief fling. Mika wasn’t up for the whole dating a single dad thing, not that I blame them.”

“Their loss.” I took another leisurely sip of my beer. One of his many colorful T-shirts featured a goose holding a pan Pride flag, so I’d been fairly certain he swung my direction at least some of the time, even before he’d dated the nonbinary artist.

“Thanks.” As before, Stu mimicked my actions. I did like the potential here, for sure. Hot and able to follow directions well? Yes, please. Stu set his beer on a nearby end table I’d picked up at a neighborhood yard sale. “You’re single as well? I’m not opposed to casual, but I don’t do cheaters.”

“Single. Divorce cured me of any settle-down urges I might have had.” I met his gaze, trying to convey that I wasn’t the dating type. Hookups, yes. Flings, sure. But picket fences? Been there, got the heartbreak, no thank you on a repeat.

“Ah. My divorce wasn’t so bad, but we were college friends first.” He gave a vague gesture. “We’ve made it work for the sake of the kids.”

“That’s good. I moved across the country to escape the fallout from mine.” I was an open book by nature, but I also wanted to reinforce that whatever happened here wasn’t the start of some grand romance. “Hector, my ex-husband, was also the mayor.”

Stu winced. “The mayor. Ouch.”

“Told you. The aftermath sucked.” I left out the part about Hector leaving me for his much younger administrative assistant. Somehow, despite the cheating, he’d managed to keep the bulk of our friend group and town support, and I hadn’t been able to stomach staying and starting over in the same area where I’d lost my parents, my marriage, and my hopes for the future.

“I imagine so.” Stu nodded sympathetically.

“It’s been a couple of years, but feel free to console me.” I stretched out farther, legs falling open, arm snaking out along the back of the couch.

“What did you have in mind?” Stu’s dark-brown eyes flared with heat. I’d made the suggestion open to whatever ideas he might want to run with, but the way he tossed the ball back into my court for direction made my cock pulse that much harder.

Reaching out, I ran a thumb over his lower lip. “I’ve been a fan of these lips of yours since I saw you at Caleb’s birthday party at the Heist.”

“Yeah?” He scooted closer.

“Watching you sip that beer gave me all sorts of ideas, but you feel free to share your own.” I left him an out in case giving oral wasn’t his thing.

“I like how you think.” He laid a hand on my bare knee. “And I’m happy to follow your… suggestions .”

The way he drew the word out made the tent in my shorts that much bigger. I did enjoy giving orders and having them followed, and if Stu was into that too, so much the better for this little encounter.

“Is that so?” I drawled. “Anything you really don’t like? Kissing okay?”

“Kissing is great.” Nodding, he licked his lips. “Don’t come on my face, and I’m not into pain, but feel free to get as bossy as you like otherwise.”

“Come here.” I started with a simple command, yanking him into my lap. No protest from Stu as he arranged himself to straddle me on the couch. He bent forward, close enough to kiss, but waited for me to make that move.

I happily obliged, pulling him into a kiss with a hand tangled in his thick hair. He moaned approvingly. Since Stu wasn’t under a time crunch, I intended to fully enjoy those lips of his. I traced them with the tip of my tongue before sucking on the lower one, which earned me another groan. He wasn’t a passive kisser, but he did let me lead. I moaned as well when he welcomed my tongue into his mouth, sucking on it in a clear imitation of where this was headed next.

He clutched my shoulders and rocked against me, eager for everything I wanted to give him. Tightening my hold on his head, I deepened the kiss. His hands roamed from my shoulders down my arms, and I took the opportunity to shrug out of my shirt. Stu said he liked direction, so I put his hand where I wanted it, on my pec over my left nipple. He took the hint perfectly, playing with my nipple as I continued kissing him.

“You can go harder,” I suggested when he stuck to light caresses and careful teases.

“Yes.” His eyes went molten at the permission, and he tweaked and fiddled more aggressively as I pulled him in for another kiss. My cock throbbed in my shorts, and the pressure of him on my lap, grinding, turned me on that much more. I pushed on his shoulder, and he followed that unspoken direction, sinking to his knees in front of me. Bracing his hands on my thighs, he gazed expectantly at me, so I moved his right hand to cover my cock.

“Damn. You’re packing.” He moaned softly as he explored. I wasn’t much longer than average, but what I did have was thick all the way down. He squeezed and stroked until he apparently reached the limits of his patience and tugged at my waistband.

“Think you can handle it?” I hadn’t bothered with underwear when I’d pulled on the shorts after my shower, so they were easy enough to shimmy out of. Being naked with Stu still dressed felt rather indulgent.

“I’d sure like to try.” He fisted my cock, giving a slow, firm stroke.

“Good answer.” I let him play a few moments more because his hand felt damn good, but I was only so patient. “Kiss it.”

“Mmm.” Stu gave an excited hum like he’d been waiting for that command. Following the letter of my instruction, he dropped soft kisses all over my cockhead and shaft before teasing the underside with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, you can do better than that,” I gently chided, playing into the game more. “Suck.” He responded by sucking my cock into the warm heat of his mouth, shallow bobs that went deeper when I put an encouraging hand on his head. “That’s it. Nice and deep.”

“Yes.” Stu reached up and patted my hand on his head. “Love it if you drive. And playing with my hair is a turn-on.”

“Noted.” I kept my grip on his head loose, letting my fingers thread through the silky strands of his hair, the ponytail elastic having gone missing sometime during the kissing. Watching his reactions closely, I directed his movements, learning how deep he could go and finding an angle that worked for us both. And he could go pretty darn deep, an admirable skill given my girth. “We’re gonna go faster now, okay?”

Stu moaned his agreement and moved one of his hands from my thigh to his shorts. I reached down and batted his hand away.

“Nope. No touching yourself. That’s mine for after.”

As I’d expected, that proclamation got a louder moan. I sped up my thrusts. Stu went right for extra credit, increasing the suction and using his tongue on the upstroke to milk my cock. Damn, he was amazing at this, and I wasn’t going to last long with his combination of eagerness, skill, and submission.

“That’s right. Suck hard. Show me you want that come.”

Moaning again, Stu bobbed his head faster even without my urging, and the way he kept the tongue action going had me on the edge in record time.

“You ready? Gonna swallow?” I made sure he heard the question there. I wasn’t going to presume.

He pulled back exactly long enough to groan, “Gimme. Please.”

“I like it when you ask nice.” Please was absolutely the magic word as far as my dick was concerned, and as soon as Stu resumed the speed and suction, I lost myself to his determined mouth.

“Get ready, baby,” I warned, tightening my grip on him, which made him moan that much more. “Here it comes.”

He sucked hard, clinging to my cock, and that hunger tipped me right over. I came what felt like gallons, but Stu swallowed it all. Finally reaching that too-sensitive place, I pulled him off my dick and up next to me on the couch. I wrapped an arm around him, holding him close.

“Kiss me.” I had no idea why, but kissing after oral was a huge turn-on for me, tasting it, knowing he’d swallowed. Stu hesitated, glancing up at me for reassurance. “I like it. Keeps my cock hard.”

I doubted I could go for doubles, but staying turned on enough to focus on getting Stu off was my goal. He wriggled against me as I kissed him, showing him who owned that mouth. He shuddered.

“Mmm. Someone liked sucking me off.” I palmed his cock through his shorts.

“Yes. God.” He tipped his head back against the couch.

“Nuh-uh.” I made a warning noise. “Can’t send you home with a mess in your shorts. Clothes off.”

“Oh. Yeah.” His cheeks went dusky as he quickly stripped with unsteady hands before settling back down next to me.

“Gonna come fast for me?” I asked as I got a hand on his cock right away. He was longer than me, though not as thick, and his cockhead was uncut and more oval, whereas mine was more bluntly rounded.

“Uh-huh.” He made a needy noise, arching into me. “Please.”

“Ask me for it.” I stroked him hard and fast, upping the ante by fiddling with his nipple with my free hand. Not everyone had hardwired nipples like me, but Stu seemed to like it well enough, moaning and leaning into the touch. “Come on, say please again.”

“Please let me come. I need it.” Stu moaned as his head fell onto my shoulder.

“Yeah, you do.” I heaped on the praise as I jacked his cock with a practiced grip, using the slide of his foreskin to speed up my strokes. “And you did so good, sucking me. Made me feel so good.”

“Please.” He made a sound that was close to a whimper. Yeah, he was right there.

“Say my name,” I ordered. A bit power trippy, but I got off on my partner knowing exactly who they were with.

“Percy.” Stu gasped and released a fountain of come that hit his collarbone before painting his chest and belly. “Fucking hell.”

I gave him one last kiss, softer now, a sweet reward for coming so good for me. Releasing him gently, I used my discarded shirt to clean up his chest and stomach.

“That was amazing.” He sounded more than a little come-drunk.

“It was.” I offered a bemused smile before offering him a hand up. “I’ll show you where the bathroom is if you want to clean up a little more.”

I liked the afterglow as much as anyone else, but there was no sense in dragging out an awkward parting.

“Yeah.” He followed me to my hall bath, pulling on his shorts as we went. “Thanks.”

By the time he emerged a few minutes later, I had a fresh pair of shorts and a T-shirt on and had returned to my recliner.

“You’re welcome to finish your beer.” I gestured at his half-empty bottle, knowing full well he wouldn’t take me up on the offer. “I can put the sports news on if you’d like.”

“Nah. We should…” He paused near my front door, making a vague gesture. “I mean, if you want to.”

I chuckled. “We should definitely do that again, Stu.”

And we hopefully would. For all the inevitable stilted goodbyes that followed a first hookup, I was already craving a repeat. I trusted he’d be back for more.