Free MAGPIE by M.A. Reyes Page B

I mused.
    As if reading my mind, he continued, “And I’ll come get you in the morning to bring you back to your car. How’s that for a gentlemanly gesture?”
    Smiling, I put his helmet back on and gave him my address. We pulled into my driveway, maneuvering to an expert stop. Luckily, I’d remembered to leave the porch light on. Some deep, primal part of me took over, and stepping off Brett’s bike, I asked if he’d like to come in. He didn’t hesitate and walked along side me, stepping back only to let me through the door. Cody greeted us but jumped back on the sofa, somehow sensing the tension between the stranger and me.
    Turning to ask Brett if he wanted anything to drink, he grabbed my arm and swung me around. He found my mouth, and kissed me hard. I caught my breath and kissed him back with furious heat. Brett began exploring me through my clothes, grabbing my ass and squeezing my breasts. He ran his hand between my legs, heat instantly racing through my body. Lingering on his muscular arms, I slowly moved my hands along Brett’s back, sensing tension that aroused me unexpectedly. I stepped back, tracing my hands along his hips to the zipper of his jeans, where I felt his hard cock straining against me. Breaking away, I led Brett to the bedroom. He ripped off his shirt and was unzipping his jeans when I took over. Sliding my hand down his snug boxers, I began to stroke him and coaxed him out of his pants.
    Brett wasted no time and carefully pulled my sweater over my head. Capris came off next as he kissed and licked each leg as he went. Inhaling deeply, I reached for his body, though he kept his distance, teasing me with each move. Finally, he stood and backed me up to the bed, removing my camisole in one smooth motion. He found my right breast and took it in his mouth, pinching the other nipple while grinding against my thigh.
    I couldn’t breathe. My head was spinning, and it wasn’t from the beer or motorcycle ride. My arms had gone limp, and I instinctively spread my legs. Licking his way down the center of my belly, Brett tilted my hips just as his tongue found my pussy. Muttering unintelligibly, I closed my eyes. I completely surrendered to the magic of Brett’s mouth and savored every lick, his tongue investigating each swollen, throbbing fold. My hips began to move involuntarily, my breathing intensifying with each pivot. Purring turned to screaming and Brett took me with his entire mouth, sucking and pulling away, giving me a clitoral blow job. I began to cum in slow motion. I felt every sensation from head to toe—tingling, burning, throbbing. Brett yielded to the force of my orgasm allowing me to cum long and hard, screaming incoherently. Squeezing my breasts, I pinched my nipples hard to make the orgasm last longer.
    Minutes passed before I could open my eyes. Gazing back at me was a man who had given me an erotic gift, something I thought I’d never experience again. Gently, he lifted himself on top of me and slid his engorged cock inside, pumping hard and fast until he came in short bursts of ecstasy. A few minutes later, Brett flipped me over and began fucking me from behind. Long, deep thrusts took my breath away, and I began to shake. He moaned deeply. His thrusts were more powerful than ever and within minutes we came again, both of us falling over onto the bed, drenched in sweat. We fucked like maniacs that night, hungry for something that felt out of reach.
    Thirst finally overcame me. Getting up to go to the kitchen, I looked back at the man lying in my bed, an image I hadn’t seen in seven years, and a wave of emotion ran through me. Fun times ahead, Maggie . Making my way to the fridge for a glass of lemon water, I glanced at my purse, which I’d tossed on the floor near the front door. Curiosity got the best of me, and I pulled my phone from the outside pocket of my bag. Four missed texts from Daniel. Ignoring them, I put my phone away. June’s longest day had turned into one