Drabble #2 | Work (First Person POV)

He thought he knew what he'd signed up for. Older? Yes. Wiser? Maybe. But hornier?

"Go on, don't be shy."

I'd expected this. Partially. The giant of a man reassuring me in his older age, as trembling, callused hands firmly gripped me close to his pelvis. This same man, whose wife obliviously sung in the kitchen, glad to finally have a guest to cook for. He hummed contently to himself as he pushed my hips down close to his member, relief peering over his glasses. Some Christian, I thought to myself, bracing myself for the worst.

His hand trailed to my stomach. "Hey, hey, hey, hey," came out softly, and if I hadn't been a participant in his deviance I would've thought he'd been reassuring a child. "You wanted this, didn't you?"

I bit my lip and nodded, noting how the singing stopped, and his hum of contentedness remained.

"Get. Down." He commanded, and it didn't take him being 6'9 for the words to stand tall. Although, I'd thought in the midst, the height didn't hurt those chances, either.

His mouth was easily up to my ear, and his long tongue swabbing a taste sent shivers by my spine. It's always the religious ones, I reminded myself, bracing as he brought himself closer.

"I want you to remember the one that subdued you," he murmured, the pressure down on my hips getting harder. "I want you to feel the inevitability of my cock as I split you in half. Right here. Right now."

I felt the mushroom head of his 76-year old organ push my bottom. "Fuck," he whispered, tightening his grip on my hips as he gyrated a bit. "When am I ever going to get this lucky again?"

Another tease. Another touch. He'd let me feel it about to enter me, then release his hold enough for me to squirm upwards. My life was in his hands, but his fuck pole was unavoidable. I didn't hate my prospects - it is how I got here after all, but being so helpless in his arms felt foreign. Wrong.

At some point my squirms became real. He'd been keeping his breaths even, somehow zoned in despite every other instance of him outside of the sexual being a fight for his lungs. "Don't worry," he dragged sensually. "This will feel good for the both of us."

I could practically hear the melody of anticipation in his words. I hope so, came my last clear thought, feeling the pressure on my hips heightened as my body lowered.

I sure hope so.