Page 14 of Mr. Fixit Next Door

I hollowed out my cheeks and swirled my tongue about, absolutely pleased with the noises I managed to draw from him. I slid down the length of his hard shaft, my nose just brushing up against a bed of wiry hairs. He tasted amazing, a little salty but not entirely bitter. The warmth of his throbbing cock on my tongue only had me wanting more. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, stopping just short of the base when the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. Joe laced his fingers through my hair and held my head in place as he slowly started to fuck my mouth. I hummed, breathing through my nose to avoid having to release him.

“Fuck, Terri, you feel so good.”

I bobbed my head up and down, sucking as hard as I dared. Joe pulled away and picked me up by the waist, throwing me down onto the mattress once more. He rolled the condom over his cock and crawled onto the bed, pushing my knees apart to give himself full access. I peered up at him, completely mesmerized at how sexy he looked with his hair disheveled and a thin sheen of sweat upon his brow. Never in a million years did I imagine this would happen. My feelings for him had been nothing but a crush before, but here he was now, about to fuck me into the mattress without judgement or restraint.

“You okay?” he asked me hoarsely.

“Yes,” I breathed shakily. “Yes, Joe. Please hurry.”

That was all the permission he needed. Joe carefully aligned himself with my entrance and pressed into me, the heat of his massive cock leaving me dizzy. I wrapped my legs around his hips and closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the weight of his body, his scent, the delicious noises he made everytime he snapped his hips into me. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this full, this complete and without a care in the world. Who knew that an amazing night with Joe could alleviate all my worries, make me forget about all the stresses I’d been dealing with by myself? With him, everything was so much more bearable.

It didn’t take very long before a burning, distressingly hot ball of pressure began to build deep within me, something alarming in its building intensity. I hungrily kissed Joe as though his lips were a lifeline, thoroughly enjoying the way he kissed me back as his own desperation began to swell. His thrusts came faster, harder, seeking that sweet friction that would send us both over the edge. Joe held me tenderly as he pressed our foreheads together, chanting my name as I gasped his. We both came undone, shuddering in each other’s arms as our euphoric climax washed over us both, quickly followed by a satisfied exhaustion.

“Oh my God,” I whispered. “That was amazing.”

Joe chuckled. “You’re welcome.”

I rolled my eyes, but there was no heat behind it. We repositioned ourselves and wound up in each other’s arms, listening to nothing more than our beating hearts and steady breathing. Before long, sleep took over us both.

7

Joe

The Catos used to always feed me breakfast when I spent the night. Sometimes I’d be over at Max’s place to spend an evening studying, but I was more often than not there to play on his Xbox because I didn’t have one of my own. In the morning, all four of the Catos would gather around the kitchen island, a special spot at the end reserved for me. I distinctly remembered that Terri loved her eggs sunny side-up so that she could poke the runny golden yolks with the corner of her lightly buttered toast, mopping up the excess with the spiced sausages Mrs. Cato would prepare for the entire table. It was a simpler time back then, a time when babies and shitty ex-boyfriends and the never-ending panic of what’s going to happen between us now didn’t complicate things to the point where I needed to debate with myself whether or not it was appropriate for me to cook Terri breakfast.

I eventually came to the decision that surely it’d be okay if I made something for her to eat. Terri had so much going on in her life that I figured I could do at least one nice thing for her. Her fridge was fully stocked, much to my relief, so I quickly got to work frying up a couple of eggs and placed two slices of whole grain bread in the toaster. I was also about to put on a pot of coffee, but I stopped myself. Were pregnant women allowed to drink coffee? Were they allowed to eat runny eggs? Was salmonella a genuine concern here, or was it okay? These were all questions I normally never asked myself, so I genuinely had no clue what I was supposed to do.

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