Twice Her Age (5 page)

Mick moved over to the dresser. “Ah, here we go.” He held up a short plastic toy. “This will help stretch you.” Turning her around, he chuckled. “You really are innocent in a lot of things, baby.” He ran the butt plug along her slit. “You’re so wet, it’ll slip right inside you.” He placed the plug on her anus and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Just like before. Bear down.”

She visualized that part of her body relaxing, opening, and accepting him. “Oh!”

Mick chuckled. “God, you’re adorable.”

“That feels really…different.” She shifted from one foot to the other. “It’s going to stay in?”

“Yep.” He moved his hands up inside her sweater and cupped her breasts through her bra.

She laid her head back against his chest. Her body melted under his touch. What other new things would Mick dream up for them to try?

“I have a couple of bigger plugs in the drawer. Tomorrow, after you get home, I want you to insert one and wear it around the house.” He tugged at her hardened nipples. “The next day, you’ll go up to the next size.”

She rubbed her ass against the front of his jeans. His aroused cock was evident in the ridge that fit along her crack. “What do I do the day after that?”

Mick lowered his head and nibbled her earlobe. “On that day, you’ll come home, and I’ll fuck your ass.”

She shivered. “Oh.”

“Mm.” He stepped back, unzipped his pants, and guided her to bend over in front of him. “I love when you do that.”

“Oh.” She gasped and held on to the bed as he slid his cock into her cunt.

With the plug in her anus and his dick thrusting into her pussy, she forgot to breathe. “Oh. Oh. Oh.”

“That’s it, baby.” He grasped her hips and pulled her back. “Fuck. You’re tight.”

“Oh. God.” She clawed at the bed to stable herself. “I’m going to”—she blew out her breath—“burst.”

“Do it.” Mick grabbed the back of her sweater and sped up. “Come on my cock.”

“
Ohhh
…” She bucked against him. “Now…” Her anus and pussy pulsed together in one huge spasm. The pressure with both her holes plugged gave her an unbelievable high.

“Ah…” Mick thrust and held still.

Warm shots of cum heated her womb. Her legs shook with the aftershocks of the orgasm coursing through her body.

“That was incredible.” She hung her head down and closed her legs, keeping Mick buried deep inside.

“Sweet.” He rubbed the sides of her hips. “So sweet, baby.”

He slid out of her cunt and groaned. She sighed with contentment and stood up, happy to hear she had worn him out.

After removing the plug, she pulled up her panties and jeans and leaned over to give Mick a kiss. “Thank you.”

He collapsed on top of the bed. “It’s only going to get better.”

“Promise?”

Mick nodded. “Yeah, just no more tantrums, or I’ll have to spank you again.”

She bit down on her lower lip. “Uh, about that… You do know that a spanking isn’t going to stop me.” She shook her head. “I pretty much spilled my juice when you swatted me.”

“Go take a shower, baby.” He playfully slapped her ass. “It’ll give me time to come up with a different kind of punishment for when you’re naughty the next time.”

* * *

Debbie carried the laundry basket cradled against her hip and tossed in more clothes she picked up around the room. She grinned. Mick’s elegant master bedroom looked more like a college dorm with all her clothes scattered around everywhere.

“Hey, Mick.” She walked over to the bathroom, peeked her head in, and whistled. “Look at you, looking all
businessy
and sexy.”

He winked at her in the mirror. “I’ll be gone this morning but will be back before you get off work.”

“Okay.” She held up the basket. “I have an hour until I have to leave. I’m going to throw my clothes in the washer. You have anything you want washed?”

“No, go ahead.” He turned, stepped over, and stole a kiss. “Why don’t we grab the rest of the things at your apartment this weekend?” He slipped past her and picked up his keys. “How much longer are you tied up in the lease?”

“I’m not.” She leaned against the wall. “I had a year’s lease, but it’s expired now. I’m on the month-to-month rental plan from here on out.”

“Great.” He flipped his keys in the air and caught them. “We can clear the place out and turn in your notice.”

“Why would I do that?” She set the basket down. “Isn’t it a little early in our relationship to make such a huge permanent decision? What happens if this doesn’t work out between us? It’s not easy finding a place in this city. Plus, I can still make rent and stay here too.”

Mick frowned. “It will work out, baby.” He shook his head. “Do this for me. It’s important.”

“Why?”

He crossed the room, stroked the lengths of her arms, and smiled. “Because it is… I told you, I don’t play games, and I want us to commit one hundred percent to our relationship. You know how I feel about us.”

She nodded.

“Okay, then. I’ve got to head on out.” He pecked her lips. “I’ll see you tonight.”

She remained against the wall after he left. Staring at the empty doorway, she sighed. This wasn’t the first time he had demanded she give up her apartment.

Pushing off the wall, she bent down and lifted the basket. Not understanding why this seemed so important to him, she went downstairs to throw her laundry in the washer. She’d figure out what to do later.

“Nathanial, put down the puzzle.” Debbie rushed over and held her hand out. “Thank you, kind sir.” She grinned at the little boy’s giggle. “Now go join the other kids around the circle. Mrs. Mead is going to read another Dr. Seuss book, and I know how you like those.”

She slid the wooden puzzle board into the proper cubbyhole, tiptoed along the perimeter of the room, and slipped out the door. “Whew! I think half of those kids are still working their Halloween candy off.”

Her friend Juanita pursed her lips and stared her down. Debbie threw up her hands.

“What? Do I have finger paint all over my face?” She scrubbed her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“No, girlfriend, but that mock collar isn’t hiding that love bite on your neck.” The other assistant teacher leaned forward. “You still seeing that old dude?”

Debbie snorted, sank down to the floor, and leaned against the wall. “Oh, stop it. He’s not that old.”

“He’s twice your age.” Juanita sat down beside her. “
Lordy
, girlfriend, you could have anyone you wanted.” She shook her head. “Why saddle yourself with someone who wants to stay at home and tend his garden?”

“You don’t know Mick at all. He’s not like that.” Debbie sighed. “He completes me. I love the stability, attention, and maturity he brings into my life.”

“I don’t know,” Juanita scoffed. “Maybe you just need to hop on a plane and go visit your daddy for a little while.”

“Okay, that wasn’t fair.” She crossed her arms. “Besides, Mom and Dad are living it up, and I wouldn’t dream of slowing them down. They both deserve to travel and enjoy life after putting in all those years raising me.”

Both of them fell silent. Deb sighed. She didn’t understand the way Juanita judged Mick for his age.

“Why don’t you like him? Do you see something that I can’t see? He’s a great guy—successful, confident, secure in our relationship.” She turned her head toward Juanita. “It hurts that you and some of my other friends aren’t accepting him.”

“You seriously don’t get it?” Juanita pursed her lips. “What kind of guy hooks up with a girl young enough to be his
daugh
—”

“It’s not like that.” She slapped a hand down on her thigh. “God, that’s pathetic. You know me. Can’t you have faith in my decisions? I’d never settle down with someone whom I didn’t love with my whole heart. Hell, my track record should show you that. I never even get past the stage of dating, much less talk about committing myself to a relationship.”

“Fine. I apologize. I’m cranky today.” Juanita leaned back and closed her eyes. “God, I can’t wait for Friday to arrive so I can find a new place to live.”

“Why? I thought you just moved,” she asked.

“I did, but I didn’t realize how hard it would be to sleep with a bar below my room.” Juanita clenched her hands in front of her. “All night. Boom. Boom. Boom.”

Mick’s asking her to move into his house completely came back from this morning. She chewed the corner of her cheek.

Debbie sat forward. “You know what? I have the perfect solution.” She grabbed her friend’s hand. “You can have my apartment.”

“Girl, I’ve been in your apartment. We’d have to sleep on top of each other.” Juanita raised her eyebrows. “I don’t wiggle the sheets that way.”

“No.” Debbie scooted around to sit in front of Juanita. “I’ve been staying with Mick. He wants me to get rid of the apartment and move in with him permanently, but this is better.” She tossed her hair behind her shoulder. “He has this idea that I need to get rid of the apartment anyway to show him I’m making a full commitment to him, but my parents didn’t raise a dummy. Our relationship is too new. I can’t throw away everything I’ve worked for until I know this is the real deal.”

Juanita laid her hand on Debbie’s arm. “You sure? What if he dumps you for someone…older?”

“Not funny.” She rolled her eyes.

“
Hm
…” Juanita slowly nodded, seeming to think about the offer. “Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?”

“Positive.” She leaned forward and held out her hand. “But if Mick asks, tell him I gave up the apartment, ‘
kay
? I’ll tell him the truth once I can think clearly and know that nothing will ever break us apart.”

Juanita smiled and shook her hand. “Deal.”

* * *

Debbie managed to open the door despite the bag in her arms. “Mick!” She bent over and dumped her belongings on the other boxes at her feet. “Anyone home? A little help here, please!” She stumbled over a suitcase and yelped.

“Deb?” Mick hurried to the foyer. “What are you doing, baby. Did you fall?”

“You think?” She laughed and held out her hands. “Help me up.” Pulled to her feet, she turned and looked at the mess. “I never realized I had so much stuff.” She pivoted and flashed him a grin. “There’s even more in the car.”

“How?” He shook his head. “Why?”

She kicked the bag out of the doorway. “I took off from work a couple of hours early and closed up the apartment.”

“Dammit. You should have called. I could have loaded all this for you.” He picked up the box. “You shouldn’t have to do this all by yourself. I would have helped you get everything moved over here this weekend.”

“Well, it’s done.” She grabbed another bag. “I’m exhausted.”

“Just leave everything right here. I’ll go get the rest of it and put it in the corner somewhere until you decide where to put it all.” He leaned over and gave her a kiss. “Mm. I missed you.” He pointed into the house. “Go take a shower, relax, and when you’re done, I’ll whip you up something to eat. You’ve probably worked up quite an appetite with all this moving.”

“I’m not going to argue with that.” She gave him another kiss. “Thanks, Mick.”

Debbie climbed the steps to the bedroom, threw her clothes off, and stepped into the bathroom. She reached for the drawer where she kept her hair clips and froze.
Tonight’s the night
! She’d forgotten all about it.

Yesterday she’d worn the largest size butt plug, and Mick had promised that tonight he’d take her virginity. She shivered and hurried to start the shower. With all the importance he had put on letting go of her apartment, tonight’s plans had completely escaped her.

She pinned up her hair, grabbed a towel out of the cabinet and hung it over the bar, and stepped into the shower. Moving under the stream of hot water, she closed her eyes. Was she ready for anal sex? So far, she’d only worn something that didn’t move. What was going to happen when Mick plunged his much bigger cock into her?

She shivered, and her nipples hardened. She grabbed the soap and her net scrubber and lathered it up good. Running the scrubber over her body, she sighed. She was ready. Even when she wasn’t properly stretched the way Mick wanted her to be for her first time, the desire to have Mick fuck her that way had simmered beneath the surface. She trusted him and couldn’t wait to find out how it would feel to have his hard cock up inside of her anus instead of a butt plug.

Turning, she rinsed off all the suds, flipped the water off, and reached up for the towel. Drying off, she hurried into the bedroom when her stomach growled. Forgoing clothes, she put on her robe and headed back downstairs.

Mick stood at the stove and raised his head. “Hungry?”

“Starved.” She scooted onto a bar stool and leaned over the plate on the counter. She sniffed. “Chicken stir-fry?”

“Yep. Leftovers from my lunch.” He poured her a glass of water and set it beside the plate. “Eat up. I ate a sandwich earlier, so it’s all yours.”

Mick moved back and leaned against the counter on the other side of the kitchen. She picked up her fork and dug in.