JustPressPlay

Just Press Play

M.A. Ellis

Erin learned a great deal during one of the workshops at RomantiCon. But she never dreamed, when she asked her friends to help act out one of her sex scenes, that her tape player would fall into the hands of a ridiculously hot, younger man.

Daniel loves older women and has lusted after Erin for years. He’s been waiting for the perfect time to approach her. He can’t wait to find out if she’s channeling her own desires into the characters in her book. Daniel thinks Erin is a secret exhibitionist and it’s finally time to step up and let her know he’s ready for anything she’s up for.

Erin isn’t the only one adept at sexual choreography. Before she can say “watch me”, Daniel—riding crop in hand—has her bent over a table at a sex club, determined to fulfill every dark fantasy Erin has ever had.

Prologue

Daniel leaned over, resting his forearms against the railing of the deck as he watched the activity below. His two-year-old niece Laurel squealed with delight, her tiny legs moving as fast as possible as she raced toward her godmother’s open arms. Erin Benson dropped to her knees in the thick, manicured lawn and Daniel shifted, glad that everyone’s attention was focused on the birthday girl and not on the fact that he seemed to have sported a semi-boner. The curvy redhead who lived in the stately Tudor next door had that effect on him. She had for years.

Less than an hour before, she had opened the door to his sister’s home, a Dora the Explorer party hat perched atop her head and her hazel eyes filled with laughter. That was when his dick had reminded him it served a purpose other than keeping the top of his balls warm. She had greeted him as she greeted everyone else—with a bright smile and a sound hug. It had taken all his control not to toss the wrapped box containing a miniature tea set to the floor and pull her closer, crush those massive breasts tight against his chest.

He blinked, watching her wiggle her fingers at his niece, imploring Laurel to come to her instead of one of the other people vying for the toddler’s attention.

Wouldn’t it be something if she offered you that same gesture? Naked of course. Middle of your bed. Sun streaming down around her body.

“
Nothin
’ sexier than an older woman,” Daniel barely whispered.

“I heard that,” said
Zac
, his best bud from childhood, who joined him at the rail and offered him a plastic cup filled with a cloudy red-colored concoction. “If we’re talking about your older-by-four-minutes sister—I concur. I like her now that she has a little more junk in the trunk. And those tits have only gotten better since she birthed the pint-sized banshee down there. You think she’s had work, because they seem way perkier than I remember.“

Daniel took a tentative sip of his drink.
Zac
had undoubtedly found good-quality vodka and some pineapple juice to add to the non-alcoholic party punch, but Daniel refused to swallow the I-fucked-your-twin-sister bait. It had been years ago, but his friend tended to bring it up whenever he was feeling bulletproof. Or simply looking for Daniel to beat the shit out of him.
Zac
was a little masochistic at times, but as crazy as he was, Daniel doubted he wanted to be laid out at a two-year-
old’s
birthday bash.

He refrained from commenting on the fact that his friend probably
could
get it on with his sister, but
Zac
would have to be willing to do it as a threesome.
Zac
, Linda and her husband Paul. He was pretty certain his friend didn’t roll that way, and even more certain that his sister would have already approached
Zac
if she and Paul had found him an acceptable addition to their bedroom preferences.

“So, Godfather,”
Zac
said in a pretty dead-on Brando impersonation, “you gonna make her an offer she can’t refuse?”

Daniel remained silent, choosing instead to watch Erin pretend to fall over backward from Laurel’s leaping assault, rolling from side to side with his niece in her arms until the little one let out a high-pitched scream of happiness.

“Of course you’re not.”
Zac
answered his own question. “You’re gonna stand with your dick in your hand and just lust from afar, aren’t you? Like you have from the day you met her. Five years ago.
Five years.
When we were enlisted to move her ex’s shit onto the front lawn. She was a crazy bitch then. I’m sure she’s even more insane now.”

“She wasn’t crazy, dickhead. Just hurt. How do you think women feel when they find out their husband’s been screwing everything in sight? Oh wait,” Daniel said, playing the old-memories card that would undoubtedly shut
Zac
up. “Let’s call your mom and ask her opinion.”

To some, it would have seemed a very low blow, but Daniel had been there for
Zac
as he had gone through the stages of grief surrounding his father’s infidelity. He had watched his friend—two-hundred-twenty pounds of solid man—dissolve into tears when it first happened. He had listened to his confusion. He had stopped him from doing something that would have alienated him from his family for good and probably landed him in jail for premeditated manslaughter.

“All I’m saying,”
Zac
said softly. “Is grow a pair, man. You’ve passed up more than a few golden opportunities with her. You could have gotten it on with her after the baptism. Used the whole if-we’re-going-to-be-godparents-shouldn’t-we-get-to-know-each-other-a-little-better scenario.”

“Right,
Zac
. In the church’s fellowship hall? Oh yeah. Nothing screams ‘classy’ like a quick countertop fuck. Right there between the roaster full of pulled pork and a pot of
mac
and cheese.”

“Damn. I still remember that
mac
and cheese. It was awesome,”
Zac
said in a reflective voice. “When’s the last time you had
your
pork pulled? By someone other than your friend Lefty? This whole monk thing has got to go, dude. And don’t give me that shit about you traveling here, there and everywhere. If you want what’s in your own backyard—or Linda’s backyard, rather—you
gotta
make a move. You’re a decent-enough-
lookin
’ guy, maybe not as polished to perfection as me—”

Daniel turned his head to offer his friend a you’re-shitting-me glance.

“But if I was some over-the-hill babe who spent her days working in a
midcity
high-rise and her nights alone in that fortress next door…I’d fuck you.”
Zac
offered him a crooked smile.

“Thanks for the warning, ass ranger.” Daniel shook his head and took a long swig of his drink and promptly started coughing.

“C’mon, dude. This isn’t as perfect a setting as, let’s say, a wedding reception. But we get her to down a couple of these,” he shook his own cup from side to side, “you offer to walk her home—older-woman fantasy fulfilled.”

“She’s not some gullible co-ed and I do not need to get women drunk to have sex with them. It never works out when you plot and plan. Haven’t you learned anything over the years? The best relationships come from spontaneity. You have to have enough faith that whatever’s meant to be is going to be.”

“Well thank you Dr.
Fuckin
’ Phil. Or have you been boning up on some Far East tai chi,
feng
shui
bullshit? You think she’s going to wake up one morning and it’ll just hit her? She’ll pick up the paper and see it plastered across the headlines or flashing on one of the scrolling subway ads? You think something is just going to flit across her computer screen saying ‘this is the day you need to go out and fuck someone half your age’?
”

“I’m not half her age. She’s only forty-one.”

“And she
ain’t
getting any younger. I still say go for it. Today.”

“Thanks for the advice, bud. But I’ll bide my time. Plus, my flight leaves at six tomorrow morning.” When he finally got the chance to bury himself in the lovely Ms. Benson’s warmth, it wasn’t going to be for a few hours. He’d wanted her too long for that. It was going to be long and drawn out. She’d be begging—hell, there was every chance
he’d
be begging but that wouldn’t matter. He’d show her all the things she’d been missing. He’d find out exactly what she desired and he’d fulfill each and every one of those dreams. He knew a great deal about the hidden fantasies of older women and he was about to consider exactly what Erin might like when
Zac
broke into his thoughts.

“Five weeks in Japan. That corporate consulting is a tough gig. Gonna try out your hand at a little
bukkake
while you’re there?”

His gross humor was always an indication that he was done trying to persuade Daniel. Done being serious. Which was perfectly fine.

“You’re a
perv
,
Zac
. You realize that, don’t you?”

“Yeah. But it’s a perversion some ladies love.” He tapped his cup against Daniel’s and grinned. “When you decide to forgo the shriveled, cavernous pussies, I know a sweet little Fortune 100 blogger who’d be more than happy to let you practice what you learn in the Orient.”

“Really? She’d be waiting for me to expound on maximum profitability through workforce reconstruction and adaptation of improved management regime?”

“Absolutely…if you did it while she was strapped to an exercise bench and you were tea bagging her.”

“That’s just wrong,” Daniel said with a little laugh.

“One man’s
wrong
is another man’s
hot
,”
Zac
replied with a laugh of his own.

“You don’t know what hot is. Finely aged doesn’t mean dried up.”

Daniel saw a little rubber ball sailing toward them, his sister’s subtle hint that he should get his ass off the deck and come play. He and
Zac
reached for it at the same time, deflecting it downward onto the grass, where Laurel ran to pick it up.

“So you’ve said for the past few years but at least admit that doing the older ones
does
mean enough room to fit your dick, her vibrator and whatever the vegetable of the day is on that porn site you’re addicted to.”

“You’re so full of
sh
—” Daniel stopped himself and looked down at Laurel, who was now standing at the bottom of the steps, offering him the ball. “You’re dead wrong, man.”

He slapped his friend on the shoulder and bounded down the steps, waiting until Laurel ran toward her mother before turning toward
Zac
and offering him an antagonistic grin.

“You have no idea what you’re missing, man. Besides, my dick doesn’t leave a whole lot of room for much of anything else, organic or artificial,” Daniel joked softly. “Just ask
your
sister.”