Lesbian Seductions #20

Nicole watched Rane move through the half-empty house like smoke in a cheap dive bar. She tracked every line of his lean body while he hauled boxes, muscles flexing under a worn t-shirt that clung damp with sweat. His ass flexed nice each time he bent down, tight jeans riding low on narrow hips, and she found herself staring at the ridge pressing against denim when he straightened back up. Twenty years her junior and ripe enough to taste, that boy moved like he knew someone was watching. When their eyes met across stacks of dusty furniture, the charge in the air crackled sharp as broken glass on wet pavement. Nicole's tongue touched her upper lip without thinking. She imagined how he'd sound when she got those jeans down his legs and took his cock deep in her mouth, how those slim hips would jerk under her hands, how his mouth would hang open when she fucked him slow and deliberate on her ex-husband's bed. Rane looked away first, but his flush spread down his neck to his collarbone like spreading heat. She followed that color with her gaze, thinking about her teeth on that throat, her cunt swallowing him while the old house creaked around them like it kept secrets.