Satin Interlude

My phone vibrated against the metal locker. I glanced at the screen and my stomach did a somersault. John had just texted me.

You okay? It's late

I had been trying to stay out until he fell asleep. I didn't know what to make of last night. Was that rape or was I overreacting? Also, even though he had brought me a Plan B pill early in the morning, he had still cum in me when I had specifically asked him not to. Could I stay with someone that didn't respect my boundaries?

But no matter what I could, should, would do - my lease wasn't up for another few months so, really, I was stuck with him till then.

I sent him a text back letting him know I was finishing up at the gym.

His reply came quick.

It's pouring outside. Send me your location. I'll pick you up

No way. I checked my weather app. Shit, he was right. It was supposed to be thunderstorms for another hour.

I hesitated but sent him my location - I had to face him at home anyway, might as well get a lift out of him.

Twenty nervous mintues later, my phone vibrated with his message again.

I'm here

I don't know why but I checked my reflection in the mirror before going out to see him. He had said I was beautiful. Not that it mattered to me. My hands were getting clammy as I got closer to the exit. It's not like I was getting butterflies or anything. I was just...anxious. Yeah.

It really was pouring outside. I couldn't see anything past five feet out the doors. I took a deep breath, hugged my bag to my chest, and stepped out. I was getting soaked.

Where was his car?

I startled as a hand touched my shoulder out of nowhere.

"John!" Oh, thank God it was him.

"Why did you come outside, sweetie? I was coming to get you." He lifted his umbrella towards me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think you would want to walk out in the rain."

"I didn't want you to walk out in the rain." He slipped an arm around me and pulled me close. I didn't want to seem rude by pulling away. I mean, he had come all this way to pick me up. He didn't need to do that. But his touch was definitely making me...nervous. Thankfully, I spotted his car ahead, just barely visible through the rain.

He walked me to the passenger side and opened up the door for me, making sure the umbrella covered me as I got in the car. Older men definitely had much better manners than younger men, especially John. He was always such a gentleman that I couldn't make sense of why he hadn't respected my boundaries yesterday.

"You need some paper towels?" he asked, fastening his seatbelt and glancing at my soaked hair.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed, a wave of panic hitting me as I realized I was soaking his seats. "I'm so sorry - I didn't think. Your seats - yeah, can I have some paper towels?"

"It's alright, sweetie," he chuckled, and reached back to pass me a paper towel roll. "You ready? Let's get home."

It was raining hard, so he didn't say much after that. He was focused on the road. I kept glancing at him. I'd always liked watching him drive. He looked so hot at the wheel, especially with his forearms flexing as he steered.

He caught me looking and shot me a smile, "You okay?"

I felt my cheeks flush and I quickly looked away. "Yeah, just, um, thank you for picking me up. I appreciate it."

"Of course, sweetie," he replied. "I didn't want you taking the bus so late on your own."

I must have been wrong about last night. He was so kind. Someone like him would never disrespect me. It must have been the alcohol messing with my memories. I'd read somewhere that could happen. I just had to respect his personal space, and he would respect mine.

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I rubbed a towel through my long curls, soaking up the dripping water, and tied my bathrobe around my waist. The shower had felt amazing after the gym and getting soaked in the rain. I felt much better physically, and also emotionally.

Leaving the bathroom, I walked to my room and stopped short in the doorway when I saw John sitting at the edge of my bed.

"Hey," he said, his eyes immediately dropping down to my legs.

I was suddenly all too aware of how the robe barely reached to the middle of my thighs, and how I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"We, uh," he cleared his throat and raised his blue eyes to mine. "We need to talk."

My stomach dropped immediately. We need to talk? Those words were never good news.

"What happened?"

"Oh, baby, nothing happened." He patted the space beside him on my bed. "Come, sit."

Was calling me 'baby' going to become a regular thing now? Maybe it made sense considering our age gap. But then I remembered that the first time he had called me 'baby', he'd soon after buried his cock in me. So I was wary but I sat down, making sure not to touch him and keeping my legs crossed - just in case.

"You weren't trying to avoid me today, were you?" he asked.

I felt my face heat. I did not want to talk about that. "Huh? Uh, no - well, um, I wasn't sure how to....uh, proceed after, you know, yesterday."

"Hm." He studied me for a moment.

His stare and the silence that followed made me want to fill it, so I added quickly, while staring at my feet, "It's just, I didn't really want to, uh...do what we did."

"Hm." He said it again.

"But it's okay. I'm okay," I said hurriedly. "We can just, um, leave it at that."

"I don't believe you," he finally said, softly.

"Huh?"

He slipped his hand under my chin and held my face in place, keeping my eyes on him. "Look at me and tell me you didn't want me to fuck you yesterday."

I froze.

"I've fought this for a long time now," he added quietly, "so please don't lie to me."

I wasn't lying...right? Was I? I was suddenly unsure. I didn't know what to say.

"That's what I thought," he said, his thumb stroking my bottom lip.

Then, before I had time to react, he released my chin and pulled me into his lap.

"Wait!" I exclaimed - my robe had just slid to the top of my thighs! He glanced down, his face flushing slightly as his pupils dilated to near black.

He gripped my chin again, harder this time, and pulled my mouth to his. He was moving so fast! I tried to pull back but his grip was tight. He sucked on my bottom lip as his other hand dipped below the small of my back to my ass. He squeezed and slapped my ass through my robe, groaning in my mouth. I wasn't wearing anything underneath! I had to hope he couldn't tell.

He leaned back slightly, and I gasped for air, when he pushed his thumb into my mouth. I whimpered, eyes wide - what the hell was he doing?

"Mm," his said, his voice low, as he rubbed circles on my tongue. "Keep your mouth open, baby."

His eyes were hooded. He didn't even look like the same man from earlier tonight. Then he leaned forward and spat into my mouth!

"John!" I jerked back.

"Did you swallow it, baby?" He pulled me back to him, pressing me down against him. I felt his hard cock throbbing against my ass.

"John...you're being scary. You're scaring me," my voice came out smaller than I wanted it to.

"Oh baby," he said, nuzzling my neck and pressing soft kisses along my skin down to my collarbone."I'm not going to hurt you. Don't be scared."

His hand slowly started parting my robe. I grabbed it before he could go further.

"Let go," he said. He sounded...mean. He'd never spoken to me like that before.

I loosened my grip and he pushed my robe down my shoulders until it was bunched up around my waist. Then he brushed my curls behind me, away from my breasts.

"God, you're sexy," he murmured, lowering his mouth to breasts to suck on my nipples. His cock was humping me from below and I was ashamed to admit that my breaths were coming out shaky, too close to whimpers.

"I'm going to fuck you now, okay baby?" His frankness caught me off guard.

"What?" I instinctively pulled my legs closer, but he pushed his thumbs firmly against my inner thighs and forced them apart.

He drew in a strangled breath when he saw how I wet I was - I had soaked a spot in his pants with my juices.

"See baby?" His voice came out breathless. "Your pussy is begging to be fucked."

"No..." I whispered, but that didn't even convince me. My words meant nothing if I was this wet, right?

He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. It was rock hard already. Last night, in the dim lighting, I hadn't gotten a good look at how big and wide his cock was.

"Wait, John, it won't fit like this," I said, pushing at his chest and trying to get off of his lap.

He caught both my hands with one of his and pinned them to his chest. "Yes, yes, it will. I'll go slow. Trust me."

Trust him? I bit my lip. That felt like the last thing I could do.

He stroked his cock with his free hand and guided it to my hole. Then, like he promised, slowly he pushed the bulbous head in.

"Oh!" I yelped at the sudden pressure of his thick cock stretching my walls.

"Fuck..." He clenched his jaw and dropped his head onto my shoulder. "Your pussy is sucking me in. But mmh...I'll try, baby, to go slow for you."

I couldn't believe how wet I was - my pussy was squelching as he inched more of his length in me.

"John!" I gasped. He was halfway in, and it was already hurting in this position. "It won't go in!"

"Hmm?" He didn't pull back. Instead, he brought his hands under my calves and hoisted my legs up onto the bed. "Wrap your legs around me. Yes, just like that. It'll be easier."

I buried my face in his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck and hooking my ankles behind his back.

My moans were muffled by his chest as he kept pumping his cock into me. Eventually, my robe slipped from my waist. I was completely naked and he hadn't even taken off his pants fully.

"Look up, baby," he grunted.

I didn't move. I didn't want to stare at him while he fucked me.

He pressed his fingers into the hollows of my cheeks, and pushed my head back until I was forced to look up at him.

"Open your mouth," he said, his eyes heavy-lidded and fixed on my lips. His cock was almost all the way in me and he had started rocking inside me in a steady motion.

As soon as my lips parted, he shoved his tongue inside my mouth. But instead of kissing me, he let a thick stream of saliva drip from his mouth straight down my throat. I sputtered and tried to pull back but he held my mouth open against his and spat again on my tongue. I had no choice but to swallow.

"Good girl," he breathed, finally pulling back and letting me breathe.

I was still catching my breath when he dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, slightly lifted me up, and then slammed my body down onto his cock.

"Ahh!" I screamed. "You...ugh...you promised to go...to go slow...uhh...please..." He kept drawing me up and then slamming me back down on his cock.

"You're doing so fucking good, baby," he panted. "Am I hurting you?"

I shook my head. It didn't hurt. It was starting to feel...great.

"Good, good," he groaned. "I'm close, baby."

I was so close too. I started rolling my hips in sync with his thrusts. I just wanted to cum.

"Mmm, yes, baby, fuck yourself on my cock." He was moving much faster now, and thrusting into me forcefully with each stroke.

I dug my nails deep into the tense muscles of his back as I felt my walls coil tight and then pulse out in waves.

"Ohhh..mh...ohh..." I felt my strength leave me with each pulse and I dropped my head on his chest.

"Fuckkk," he groaned and sank his fingers deep into my ass cheeks. "I'm gonna cum...baby, can you take it for me again?"

I whipped my head up. "No - ugh - please, John I could - mmh - get pregnant." He was pounding into me with such force that my body was bouncing on his lap.

"Please don't! No - ah! - I can't take another pill so - ughh - so soon."

He hissed through his teeth and pulled his cock out of my hole just in time. His chest heaved as his cum sprayed onto my skin in ropes. Most of it splashed across my abdomen, but some of it reached up toward my breasts.

"I pulled out for you baby," he said softly and looked at me. His pupils were still wide. "Now you have to do one thing for me."

What was he talking about?

He scooped the cum off of my stomach and brought it to my face. He smeared it slowly over my lips. "Lick it for me, baby. Swallow it."

I'd never liked the taste of cum but the way he was looking at me...I knew I couldn't say no. So I did as I was told - I sucked in his cum from my lips into my mouth. It tasted bitter and a bit tangy.

"Yes, baby, just like that." He gathered more of his cum off of my body and this time, he pressed his fingers directly against my tongue, coating it. "Yes...swallow it...you're such a good girl."

His eyes slowly returned to bright blue again. He eased me off his lap, and lowered me to the floor. He picked up my robe and draped it over my shoulders, pulling the edges together.

"Thank you, baby," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

I didn't understand him at all.